Life just isn't what it looks like in the brochures...

[MaterialGirl]

My daughter (GinkoKitsune) introduced me to this board just after she first started posting. I've read many of your journals; laughing, crying and relating. <p>
Tonight, after having read Minx's latest entry, I was absolutely compelled to start a positing of my own!<p>
NOTE TO MINX*** I doubt that Erma Bombeck (God rest her soul) ever let her lack of grammar keep her from writing!!! Girl... I have enjoyed your postings!!!! <p>
On a more serious note.... Ginko... you're right.... I am NOT alone in this house!!! Tonight I was in my bathroom trying to get something out of my eye. No luck, so I went to the main bath to get the eyedrops... (note to self..... get that super glue OUT of the bathroom!) Anyway, while determining if the little bottle I had in my hand was eyedrops or super glue, (without my glasses I'm blind as a bat) I noticed that the toilet was running. After giggling the handle, like all handymen will tell you to do... it didn't stop running. I pulled off the tank lid... THE TOILET HAD BEEN FLUSHED!!!<p>
To fill any random readers in on this topic, one of my dogs has been growling, snarling and snapping lately for no apparent reason. Ginko and I have come to the conclusion that we have an unseen guest. She claims to have noticed things happening just after my mother passed away from cancer in 1993. I hadn't noticed much strange until my rat terrier started behaving strangely, about 3 weeks ago. When I start hearing footsteps... I'M OUTTA HERE!!!<p>

 

[MaterialGirl]

Flabberghasted

I've had the bomb of my life dropped on me tonight. I was informed by my sister that our 81 year old father married his care-giver on Halloween. I can't even say I'm totally shocked at this news. My father professes that this 55 year old woman isn't a gold digger. But I sincerely doubt she married him for his sparkling personality or his good looks! (It's more like his 1/4 mil net worth)<p>
Now, what really comes into play here, is a promise that I made to my father after my mother passed away. He was worried that he would end up vegetating in a nursing home eventually. I vowed to him that I would not allow that to happen. My question is, now that he has remarried, how can I keep my promise? She has total control over what happens in his life now. I wager that within a year, he is in the much feared nursing home, while this woman is having a fine time with his money. I pray that won't ever happen, as I cannot take care of him by myself at this point in my life.<p>
I doubt I would even have been told about all this, had he not called my sister to inform her that the antique bedroom furninture promised to her by our mother would not be forthcoming, because his "wife" wanted it! What a perfect delightful way of breaking two pieces of news!!! (sarcasm is a wonderful tool, isn't it???)<p>
Ah well, there are plenty of very nice nursing homes in there area, I'm sure he'll be quite comfortable in any one of them.