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WARNING MEGA FAMILY RELATED RATE INCOMING! CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED.
So. I made this post on my FB :
Hmm so dumping a litre and a bit of oil into an engine does wonders apparently!
Sarcasm doesn't really translate into text, but that was the context and tone I meant to use. As in "Oh duh, I knew that already but lookit how much better my car is with oil in it." I'm not mechanically minded so I forget to do things like topping off oil and air in tires, those kind of things. I'm usually more concerned with when I can afford to get the tank full of fuel or affording the service and wheel alignment every 6-8 months (or just generally whenever I can afford to get it done at all...). I know my car needs a service and desperately needs a wheel alignment (Thanks Tweed shire for your crappy roads - See more sarcasm!) and the front tires probably should get swapped with the back ones. God forbid if I need new tires I can't afford that at all, seriously $79 per tire is nuts. I love my car, even if I can't always afford to keep it pristine, it is 14 years old after all. And older cars require more money for maintenance.
Anyway my Aunt Gilda posts with this:
By the shocking sound of the engine (!!!!!!) the other day, it really needs a SERVICE by proper MECHANICS. You will find you won't have a car any more if you don't REGULARLY look after it!!! (This means spending money on it!)
CAPTAIN OBVIOUS AWAY!!!!!! Well duh, I knew it needed a service long before you said anything, woman. I even said so several times while I was in the house with you and Garma. Garma had already offered to pay for a service before you even opened your trap.
Unfortunately the car used to be Gar's, my Garma's husband of 32 years, who had died earlier that day, so she was, understandably, upset and over-reactive to anything that been Maurie's. And the car really didn't sound all that good... but Garma hadn't said anything the night before when I arrived. Gilda and gar had no love for each other and this is where the problem starts. She's been so callous about his death, almost to the point of dancing with utter joy minutes after the hospital called. Frankly she's been nothing more that a complete and utter insensitive BITCH. She's barely tolerable at the best of times, what with her rabid pro-enviromentalist attitude and highly prejudiced ways (which is odd since she's gay and most gays I know are her opposite in attitude). But Maurie dying has made her about as tolerable as standing next to the Chernobyl reactor while it was in melt down. You might get away alive, but you're covered in glowing toxic goop (or simmering rage).
I'd later posted about going to his funeral tomorrow, and she commented on that post first, before my Oil one. And the insensitivity just made me snap (Gar and I weren't on the best of terms either, see my journal about 3-4 posts back, but at least there was some love and respect for him there. I won't miss him all that much, but I'm truely thankful he'd been around). I just went rank at her obvious statement on the oil post with this:
@ Gilda: This coming from a person who has CRASHED more cars than I've owned. Yeah thanks. I'm not that fucking stupid. I can only afford to get it serviced once a year, Mmkay?
Gilda has no concept of being unable to afford paying for things. She has had a string of very high paying jobs in the last 20-25 years and has the capital behind her, even if she's used most of it on surgery recently(both necessary and cosmetic. an Illisarov frame to stretch her broken leg and when that didn't work getting the other normal one shortened. other people would just have got built up shoes.). I think her only low paying job was in her early 20's was when she worked at Pizza hut in North Ipswich. She had inherited a house and most furniture and was pretty well off. So currently I'm like her only without the house, furniture and inherited money. Constantly broke is another way of putting it since I put my spare money into my heritage account when I've got spare money. Though buying dvds and transformers doesn't help.
So yeah I have to save for a month or more to pay for a service, longer for new tires. Fortunately, if i get the timing right, fuel usually costs me a $50 to fill the tank.
Gilda also drives a holden cruise, she wanted to buy a smart car before baulking at the price. I drive a Hyundai Sonata, and maurie being maurie, got the big muscle car engined sonata rather than the average man's one. I have no experience running a V6, every other car i've driven has been a 4 cylinder. V6's are so much more powerful and fuel hungry than a poky fuel efficient cruise. I pay more in rego, insurance and fuel than she does. No wonder I can't afford a service every month (! Sarcasm). Add in earning just over minimum wage and how more expensive things are here than in WA. Yeah seriously, can't afford to do shit.
At least she agreed that my comment was fair. Though I should have specified. She crashed more vehicles than I've owned. She has the worst vehicular accident record than the rest of my family combined (including dad's side. I'm exaggerating, mostly). And so with another reply (part 1):
BUT, I've never almost backed into the light post at your Grandma's house, or scraped the side of the car and damaged shrubs while backing out of a slot with a foot on either side as you did this week. Grandma was almost shaking at where the car ended up!
Mmmm. Scratches from some bushes vs a big ole dent in the ass of my car from a pole? I'll take the scratches and some dead plants thanks. Plants are cheaper than a panel beater. Oh and there wasn't a foot of space on either side of my car. More like 15 cm on the passenger side, closer to 30 on the driver's. At this jucnture I'd also like to point out that I've never reversed out from under the covered carport at Garma's before. I was doing it in the dark, rain, really, really pissed off and for the first time all at the same time. High emotions whilst attempting a feat for the first time, yeah, not so easy. Of course Garma was shaking, she'd just lost her husband and I was driving his car! And Dad learnt the hard way that yelling at me while I'm driving equals a really annoyed and easily startled Mel. I don't do sudden loud noises. I hate them. That includes yelling sharply.
Part 2:
And fortunately for you, you didn't see the look on Mum's face when she heard the engine, or what she said about Maurie turning in his grave (not that he has one)! Mum fully expected to keep that car for years longer, so don't blame anything on the car being old. Many people have old cars in beautiful condition. It is just a matter of looking after them.....
Garma, to set the scene, was at this point standing directly in front of the car with headlights on. I saw every single frigging detail on her face. I saw her hands clench and saw her jump. Gilda, meanwhile was standing far behind her looking at the back of her head. Now short of being Mr Fantasic or a radiation mutant, how could Garma have a face on the back of her head? And see the insensitivity going on up there about maurie... yeah. She's about as sensitive as a rock. And I couldn't hear anything over the sound of Linkin Park. Which I prefer to the sound of the engine or road.
Oh and there's the money issue again. I go to Winter Sun every year. I love seeing those wonderful vintage cars in pristine condition. I also wince knowing how much money and time their owners have spent on keeping them that way. So why can't I keep mine the same way, oh right, I'm poor.
Not to mention modern cars aren't even built to last 5 years these days (mum and dad's rio started falling apart 1 year after they bought it) so 14 years and still going is pretty damn good. The sonata will last for quite a while yet, of that I'm sure.
Part 3:
So be careful at throwing stones at me about accidents. I've never pretended to be a good driver, which is ENTIRELY a different issue than keep a car well serviced and maintained!!!
I'll throw all the rocks i like. I haven't had an accident and don't plan on doing so. I know i'll have to eat my words when one happens, but for now I'll drive responsibly, even if i'm not entirely a good driver either, and i should stay out of trouble. And frankly having a responsible driving attitude is just as important as having a well maintained car. A car in pristine condition can still cause an accident if the driver's being irresponsible just the same as a car in moderate or poor condition with either a responsible/ irresponsible driver. Same sack of peas the way I see it.
I don't think my response on FB to any of this was a quite as eloquent or a long as all of this. And it's probably made it worse. But yanno what? I don't give a damn. She can write me out of inheriting everything in her will, she's only go Mum and nat to give it to anyway and They'd more than likely split it evenly in spite of her will anyway. Nat, for the mean time, doesn't want to leave the NT again, and mum, well, she get most of Garma's things, she won't need Gilda's too. More than likely she'll forget the narky argument in a year or two anyways. She thought I wanted to settle down and pop out a million kids. Sure a boyfriend or husband would be nice but I DO NOT want kids. I never, ever, ever did. One would suffice if my partner wanted one, but one only. Meh now I'm rambling.
TLDR:
My Aunt's being a Mega Bitch (TM) with a side order of insensitivity; Made Mel Snap. Aunt goes ballistic over a sarcastic FB post; Mel goes Nuclear from having enough of Aunt's shit. Mel then needs to Vent, cue LJ and way too long post. Repercussions yet to be seen.
Alright... I need to go shower, wash some clothes for the funeral and call some church friends and bum a ride to Varsity Lakes train station tomorrow morning instead of driving to Ipswich and back for the 3rd time this week.
So. I made this post on my FB :
Hmm so dumping a litre and a bit of oil into an engine does wonders apparently!
Sarcasm doesn't really translate into text, but that was the context and tone I meant to use. As in "Oh duh, I knew that already but lookit how much better my car is with oil in it." I'm not mechanically minded so I forget to do things like topping off oil and air in tires, those kind of things. I'm usually more concerned with when I can afford to get the tank full of fuel or affording the service and wheel alignment every 6-8 months (or just generally whenever I can afford to get it done at all...). I know my car needs a service and desperately needs a wheel alignment (Thanks Tweed shire for your crappy roads - See more sarcasm!) and the front tires probably should get swapped with the back ones. God forbid if I need new tires I can't afford that at all, seriously $79 per tire is nuts. I love my car, even if I can't always afford to keep it pristine, it is 14 years old after all. And older cars require more money for maintenance.
Anyway my Aunt Gilda posts with this:
By the shocking sound of the engine (!!!!!!) the other day, it really needs a SERVICE by proper MECHANICS. You will find you won't have a car any more if you don't REGULARLY look after it!!! (This means spending money on it!)
CAPTAIN OBVIOUS AWAY!!!!!! Well duh, I knew it needed a service long before you said anything, woman. I even said so several times while I was in the house with you and Garma. Garma had already offered to pay for a service before you even opened your trap.
Unfortunately the car used to be Gar's, my Garma's husband of 32 years, who had died earlier that day, so she was, understandably, upset and over-reactive to anything that been Maurie's. And the car really didn't sound all that good... but Garma hadn't said anything the night before when I arrived. Gilda and gar had no love for each other and this is where the problem starts. She's been so callous about his death, almost to the point of dancing with utter joy minutes after the hospital called. Frankly she's been nothing more that a complete and utter insensitive BITCH. She's barely tolerable at the best of times, what with her rabid pro-enviromentalist attitude and highly prejudiced ways (which is odd since she's gay and most gays I know are her opposite in attitude). But Maurie dying has made her about as tolerable as standing next to the Chernobyl reactor while it was in melt down. You might get away alive, but you're covered in glowing toxic goop (or simmering rage).
I'd later posted about going to his funeral tomorrow, and she commented on that post first, before my Oil one. And the insensitivity just made me snap (Gar and I weren't on the best of terms either, see my journal about 3-4 posts back, but at least there was some love and respect for him there. I won't miss him all that much, but I'm truely thankful he'd been around). I just went rank at her obvious statement on the oil post with this:
@ Gilda: This coming from a person who has CRASHED more cars than I've owned. Yeah thanks. I'm not that fucking stupid. I can only afford to get it serviced once a year, Mmkay?
Gilda has no concept of being unable to afford paying for things. She has had a string of very high paying jobs in the last 20-25 years and has the capital behind her, even if she's used most of it on surgery recently(both necessary and cosmetic. an Illisarov frame to stretch her broken leg and when that didn't work getting the other normal one shortened. other people would just have got built up shoes.). I think her only low paying job was in her early 20's was when she worked at Pizza hut in North Ipswich. She had inherited a house and most furniture and was pretty well off. So currently I'm like her only without the house, furniture and inherited money. Constantly broke is another way of putting it since I put my spare money into my heritage account when I've got spare money. Though buying dvds and transformers doesn't help.
So yeah I have to save for a month or more to pay for a service, longer for new tires. Fortunately, if i get the timing right, fuel usually costs me a $50 to fill the tank.
Gilda also drives a holden cruise, she wanted to buy a smart car before baulking at the price. I drive a Hyundai Sonata, and maurie being maurie, got the big muscle car engined sonata rather than the average man's one. I have no experience running a V6, every other car i've driven has been a 4 cylinder. V6's are so much more powerful and fuel hungry than a poky fuel efficient cruise. I pay more in rego, insurance and fuel than she does. No wonder I can't afford a service every month (! Sarcasm). Add in earning just over minimum wage and how more expensive things are here than in WA. Yeah seriously, can't afford to do shit.
At least she agreed that my comment was fair. Though I should have specified. She crashed more vehicles than I've owned. She has the worst vehicular accident record than the rest of my family combined (including dad's side. I'm exaggerating, mostly). And so with another reply (part 1):
BUT, I've never almost backed into the light post at your Grandma's house, or scraped the side of the car and damaged shrubs while backing out of a slot with a foot on either side as you did this week. Grandma was almost shaking at where the car ended up!
Mmmm. Scratches from some bushes vs a big ole dent in the ass of my car from a pole? I'll take the scratches and some dead plants thanks. Plants are cheaper than a panel beater. Oh and there wasn't a foot of space on either side of my car. More like 15 cm on the passenger side, closer to 30 on the driver's. At this jucnture I'd also like to point out that I've never reversed out from under the covered carport at Garma's before. I was doing it in the dark, rain, really, really pissed off and for the first time all at the same time. High emotions whilst attempting a feat for the first time, yeah, not so easy. Of course Garma was shaking, she'd just lost her husband and I was driving his car! And Dad learnt the hard way that yelling at me while I'm driving equals a really annoyed and easily startled Mel. I don't do sudden loud noises. I hate them. That includes yelling sharply.
Part 2:
And fortunately for you, you didn't see the look on Mum's face when she heard the engine, or what she said about Maurie turning in his grave (not that he has one)! Mum fully expected to keep that car for years longer, so don't blame anything on the car being old. Many people have old cars in beautiful condition. It is just a matter of looking after them.....
Garma, to set the scene, was at this point standing directly in front of the car with headlights on. I saw every single frigging detail on her face. I saw her hands clench and saw her jump. Gilda, meanwhile was standing far behind her looking at the back of her head. Now short of being Mr Fantasic or a radiation mutant, how could Garma have a face on the back of her head? And see the insensitivity going on up there about maurie... yeah. She's about as sensitive as a rock. And I couldn't hear anything over the sound of Linkin Park. Which I prefer to the sound of the engine or road.
Oh and there's the money issue again. I go to Winter Sun every year. I love seeing those wonderful vintage cars in pristine condition. I also wince knowing how much money and time their owners have spent on keeping them that way. So why can't I keep mine the same way, oh right, I'm poor.
Not to mention modern cars aren't even built to last 5 years these days (mum and dad's rio started falling apart 1 year after they bought it) so 14 years and still going is pretty damn good. The sonata will last for quite a while yet, of that I'm sure.
Part 3:
So be careful at throwing stones at me about accidents. I've never pretended to be a good driver, which is ENTIRELY a different issue than keep a car well serviced and maintained!!!
I'll throw all the rocks i like. I haven't had an accident and don't plan on doing so. I know i'll have to eat my words when one happens, but for now I'll drive responsibly, even if i'm not entirely a good driver either, and i should stay out of trouble. And frankly having a responsible driving attitude is just as important as having a well maintained car. A car in pristine condition can still cause an accident if the driver's being irresponsible just the same as a car in moderate or poor condition with either a responsible/ irresponsible driver. Same sack of peas the way I see it.
I don't think my response on FB to any of this was a quite as eloquent or a long as all of this. And it's probably made it worse. But yanno what? I don't give a damn. She can write me out of inheriting everything in her will, she's only go Mum and nat to give it to anyway and They'd more than likely split it evenly in spite of her will anyway. Nat, for the mean time, doesn't want to leave the NT again, and mum, well, she get most of Garma's things, she won't need Gilda's too. More than likely she'll forget the narky argument in a year or two anyways. She thought I wanted to settle down and pop out a million kids. Sure a boyfriend or husband would be nice but I DO NOT want kids. I never, ever, ever did. One would suffice if my partner wanted one, but one only. Meh now I'm rambling.
TLDR:
My Aunt's being a Mega Bitch (TM) with a side order of insensitivity; Made Mel Snap. Aunt goes ballistic over a sarcastic FB post; Mel goes Nuclear from having enough of Aunt's shit. Mel then needs to Vent, cue LJ and way too long post. Repercussions yet to be seen.
Alright... I need to go shower, wash some clothes for the funeral and call some church friends and bum a ride to Varsity Lakes train station tomorrow morning instead of driving to Ipswich and back for the 3rd time this week.