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Friday, May 9, 2014

Over Heard

Going up and down in my new house I passed my inlaws door to their apartment and they like to sit on their small dining table. And yes, FIL had to speak louder for MIL to comprehend what he is saying or maybe she also have a selective deafness. Who knows.

I think she asked why I ignore her because while working with YDS lessons today she came to our classroom and mumble something about what happened that I change or why she change. That she done something wrong and everyone are mad. Yup, selective Alzheimer. She remembers things that are not important, and forgets those that are.

FIL told her that people gets irritated when she...I did not hear the rest because I don't want to eaves drop on them. Yes, I am still mad at her for lying to the mail lady last week. I refused to have conversation with her because I know she will never change. She grow up nasty as she is right now. So, why should I waste my time talking to her and in return she will call me names, and tell a complete stranger that I wanted to kill her.

Yes, I wanted to kill her because she is a bitch, uber liar, hypocrite, she always thinks that the world revolve around her, an actress, and puts everyone down. Yes, there are times that she is very nice. However, do I really enjoy those times knowing she is a bitch. No way! You are bitch to me, I will return the favor.


Saturday, May 3, 2014

She's Gonna Kill Me

The exact word my mail lady told me.

Let's start at the beginning. YDS came to my desk after allowing him to play outside. I can see him through my window, plus I was also watching "house hunter international." He let me know that grandma is talking to someone outside.

I jumped out of my seat and continue on outside not knowing who she is talking to. I saw a blue vehicle and knew right away it is our mail lady. I wave to her, and she came out of the vehicle and gave me my package, while telling me, "she said you gonna kill her."

I wasn't amused and I told her, I apologized,  she got Alzheimer and crazy. When she did not left right away I called the trouble maker telling her to let the mail lady go because she is working.

I confronted her being a jerk, and ask her if I hurt her. I also told her if she doesn't stop making troubles she will end up in a mental hospital and get bit up by the staff for giving troubles. She said it doesn't matter, her father will pick her up. I said, "good! and while you wait stop being nasty! I could have choke her in front of the mail lady.

Her story started when she talked to me after breakfast about going to Brooklyn. I told her she don't know anyone there and their house was sold a long time ago. She kept on insisting that her parents are still alive and she needed someone to go with her. Now, all of a sudden she needed a driver. She got mad at me because I kept telling her NO!

For a pay back, she tells everyone that I am trying to kill her, rather I am killing her. I will not be surprise if she tried to hit her arms or legs on something, to make it look like someone tried to force her of hit her on those body parts.

Yup, I told you. Mental hospital is looking great while this was happening. The whole time this was happening, my FIL (her husband) was sleeping. The next time she talks to me, I will say, "don't talk to me, you will accused me of things I haven't done again, GO AWAY! I am sick playing the game with her.


Friday, May 2, 2014

Sky Watch Friday/LATSOF

Three days of cloudy sky. DH came home early from work on Tuesday and yesterday. He also did not work on Wednesday because it was raining all day. Below is the North view from my back deck.

I missed the sun.

Have a great weekend!


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