--After The Attack.
After our "attack", mom continued to answer the phone when these guys called. One, in particular, called last night---it was a woman this time, supposedly a CEO of the company, requesting oh-so-sweetly for more money to complete the delivery transaction.
I heard mom say: "I don't know who she's on the phone with now, but she goes: "I don't even care about that; I just want what was promised. (pause) I don't have that much money." I didn't know who she was on the phone with, because I'd never heard of this Jasmine person, who, according to mom, was only a secretary last week.
I zoned out for a little while, angry that she was still so willing to pick up the phone and talk to these people instead of just turning the ringer off, or just letting the annoying thing ring. However, when I heard her say "it isn't about cooperation, it's that I don't have any more money!", I lost it, and stomped out of the game room ready to hurl some fists.
"Cooperation?!" I screeched. "What the hell are you talking about, cooperation? You've cooperated with these sons of bitches all along! You've footed every single one of the bills they've thrown at your doorstep. Damned straight it isn't a problem of cooperation---but mom, have they cooperated with you? Have THEY given you ANY proof? NO! They haven't."
Apparently, my yelling startled the chick on the other end of the phone. She must have asked who was here with mom, because my mother informed the lady that "it was just my daughter". She also must have asked why I was yelling, for mom said "she's yelling because she doesn't want me talking to you".
Well duh!
Finally, mom screamed down the cell phone that she didn't have any more money, and hung up. That's when Mark and I left to finally go do what little grocery shopping we were able to do. No telling if mom called these guys back after we were gone, or what she told them, though.
My tummy was very happy about receiving the first meal I'd eaten though. I ate way too fast, and got the hiccups, but it was worth it.
---Edit 1---
I wrote the first installment last night while the memories, and the things that were said, were still vivid in my memory, and saved them in a wordpad document. When I was talking to my brother last night I got a huge tsunami of a brain fog, so I wanted to keep it fresh for my next blog update.
Here's what has happened today:
Mark had to go to a meeting at D.E.S at 8:30 this morning... I don't know what you would call it, but it was about "re-entering the career scene" since he's been out of work for so long. It was an unemployment requirement... kind of like a driver's license test to make sure you can still see clearly, spot color changes, and know how to drive. In essence, that's what this was all about, just a working test.
Anyway, he was gone, and I was still in bed because I took a nasty fall last night in the kitchen when my flip-flop encountered a dryer sheet that the dogs conveniently drug from the laundry room, into the kitchen, and dropped right where everyone walks through---between the island counter and the fridge. My left leg zipped right out in front of me while my right knee buckled and I hit the floor before I knew what had happened.
My hip isn't feeling too great, to say the least. I feel old.
So, as I'm laying there nursing my hip with massage this morning, I hear mom engage in a conversation. I couldn't hear it all, because the dogs outside were barking, but the snips of conversation that I gained infuriated me. Did she hear anything we said last night? No, of course not. She just played the part of being scolded.
Now, they didn't call HER. She called THEM, and began making plans all over again to send more money. It sounded like she was intending to send them the money on the 5th of this month---when she gets paid. She said something about "yeah, yeah, I'll try to scrounge up that amount when my check comes in", and she was being all hush-hush, as though she knew she would get in trouble (DUH) for talking to them again.
Stupidity really does know no bounds with her.
Also, I was bored, and there was an advertisement on the side of Yahoo, from Wal-Mart, for the new movie How To Train Your Dragon to get your "viking name". Mine was "Skygazer Fox". Interesting.
---Edit 2---
Mom struck yet another chord with Mark and I, aside from her incessant stupidity. Her dogs, Jasper and Nana, go out the back door, and have been destroying the skirting on the end of the house. They have it splayed apart like a tent entrance, and continue to come and go as they please. However, they bolted out the front door, so I had to let our dogs out the back to avoid any undue territory spasm fights.
Mark and I were here in the game room, and heard this loud TWANG! from under the house, and I thought "oh, shit." I knew that Remmy, Abby, and Stifler had found their little entrance under the house and were tromping happily under it. Mom threw a fit!
She went stomping through the house screaming at the top of her lungs. "Why don't we just torch the fucking place and get it over with?! Stop worrying about it! YOU have let the dogs ruin this house!"
WE have let the dogs ruin the house? Fuck that.
I've never wanted to hurt someone so bad in my life... and I'm not a hands-on violent person...
I doodled on myself. I can never make any nice drawings or skillful art on paper---but I can on my own skin. Kind of. And, yes, I know that most exotic and domestic flowers have THREE of those stand-up-thingies... so lay off. It's my random doodle. I'm not looking for critique.
Excuse the poor quality. I took the pictures on my cellphone and e-mailed them to myself. I'll pay a pretty penny for that charge!
I heard mom say: "I don't know who she's on the phone with now, but she goes: "I don't even care about that; I just want what was promised. (pause) I don't have that much money." I didn't know who she was on the phone with, because I'd never heard of this Jasmine person, who, according to mom, was only a secretary last week.
I zoned out for a little while, angry that she was still so willing to pick up the phone and talk to these people instead of just turning the ringer off, or just letting the annoying thing ring. However, when I heard her say "it isn't about cooperation, it's that I don't have any more money!", I lost it, and stomped out of the game room ready to hurl some fists.
"Cooperation?!" I screeched. "What the hell are you talking about, cooperation? You've cooperated with these sons of bitches all along! You've footed every single one of the bills they've thrown at your doorstep. Damned straight it isn't a problem of cooperation---but mom, have they cooperated with you? Have THEY given you ANY proof? NO! They haven't."
Apparently, my yelling startled the chick on the other end of the phone. She must have asked who was here with mom, because my mother informed the lady that "it was just my daughter". She also must have asked why I was yelling, for mom said "she's yelling because she doesn't want me talking to you".
Well duh!
Finally, mom screamed down the cell phone that she didn't have any more money, and hung up. That's when Mark and I left to finally go do what little grocery shopping we were able to do. No telling if mom called these guys back after we were gone, or what she told them, though.
My tummy was very happy about receiving the first meal I'd eaten though. I ate way too fast, and got the hiccups, but it was worth it.
---Edit 1---
I wrote the first installment last night while the memories, and the things that were said, were still vivid in my memory, and saved them in a wordpad document. When I was talking to my brother last night I got a huge tsunami of a brain fog, so I wanted to keep it fresh for my next blog update.
Here's what has happened today:
Mark had to go to a meeting at D.E.S at 8:30 this morning... I don't know what you would call it, but it was about "re-entering the career scene" since he's been out of work for so long. It was an unemployment requirement... kind of like a driver's license test to make sure you can still see clearly, spot color changes, and know how to drive. In essence, that's what this was all about, just a working test.
Anyway, he was gone, and I was still in bed because I took a nasty fall last night in the kitchen when my flip-flop encountered a dryer sheet that the dogs conveniently drug from the laundry room, into the kitchen, and dropped right where everyone walks through---between the island counter and the fridge. My left leg zipped right out in front of me while my right knee buckled and I hit the floor before I knew what had happened.
My hip isn't feeling too great, to say the least. I feel old.
So, as I'm laying there nursing my hip with massage this morning, I hear mom engage in a conversation. I couldn't hear it all, because the dogs outside were barking, but the snips of conversation that I gained infuriated me. Did she hear anything we said last night? No, of course not. She just played the part of being scolded.
Now, they didn't call HER. She called THEM, and began making plans all over again to send more money. It sounded like she was intending to send them the money on the 5th of this month---when she gets paid. She said something about "yeah, yeah, I'll try to scrounge up that amount when my check comes in", and she was being all hush-hush, as though she knew she would get in trouble (DUH) for talking to them again.
Stupidity really does know no bounds with her.
Also, I was bored, and there was an advertisement on the side of Yahoo, from Wal-Mart, for the new movie How To Train Your Dragon to get your "viking name". Mine was "Skygazer Fox". Interesting.
---Edit 2---
Mom struck yet another chord with Mark and I, aside from her incessant stupidity. Her dogs, Jasper and Nana, go out the back door, and have been destroying the skirting on the end of the house. They have it splayed apart like a tent entrance, and continue to come and go as they please. However, they bolted out the front door, so I had to let our dogs out the back to avoid any undue territory spasm fights.
Mark and I were here in the game room, and heard this loud TWANG! from under the house, and I thought "oh, shit." I knew that Remmy, Abby, and Stifler had found their little entrance under the house and were tromping happily under it. Mom threw a fit!
She went stomping through the house screaming at the top of her lungs. "Why don't we just torch the fucking place and get it over with?! Stop worrying about it! YOU have let the dogs ruin this house!"
WE have let the dogs ruin the house? Fuck that.
I've never wanted to hurt someone so bad in my life... and I'm not a hands-on violent person...
I doodled on myself. I can never make any nice drawings or skillful art on paper---but I can on my own skin. Kind of. And, yes, I know that most exotic and domestic flowers have THREE of those stand-up-thingies... so lay off. It's my random doodle. I'm not looking for critique.
Excuse the poor quality. I took the pictures on my cellphone and e-mailed them to myself. I'll pay a pretty penny for that charge!