Divorce

Found out today that P&S are getting a divorce.... That's all

Another Fight

So I just found out that P&S got in another fight last night. I guess, according to P, S was Sexting and she caught him. In retaliation, P broke S's cell phone and threw it in the pool along with his weather station computer. She also threw rocks at his truck and locked him out of the house for the night.

I'm really getting sick of this shit. 

Partially because I don't know how much of it I believe...

1) P has a tendency to be a little over dramatic
2) S is pretty much retarded when it comes to technology - especially cell phones. He doesn't even text much, I can't imagine him sexting.

Here is what I think happened after knowing none of the actual details:

S saw some website thing and signed up to have dirty pictures sent to his phone.
P saw them and is calling it Sexting...

either way, I'm sick of the drama. Yet again, it's happening right before a family camping trip... what is it with this shit?

Just make it all stop.

drama

I know it sounds terrible to say this... but part of me wishes she had just killed herself. She knew exactly what she was doing. She shouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing people feel sorry for her after all this. Now we all have to deal with her drama. If people want to feel sorry for her, they can. She won't get it from me. 

A bad night.

Tonight, Mom overdosed on Alcohol and Pills. Adam Just had her admitted to the ER. I don't know the whole story as of right now but, from what I've heard, she attacked Stephen and then locked herself in the bathroom to hide from Adam. She was in bed all day and no one knew why. Actually, no one really knew where she was most of the day.

I don't know how many issues were going on with her recently. Adam says it has a lot to do with her problems with Stephen. He says he found out a lot more details than he wanted to but didn't share any of them with me. Also, she has been taking care of Grammy and Cathy. Grammy is losing her mind to dementia and Cathy is realizing that she can control Grammy. Patt is trying to keep everything in order but it's a lot to deal with. I guess one of Stephen's cousins is supposed to be dealing with all this and Patt and Stephen keep saying that it's not their problem anymore... but Grammy lives in their back yard; it will always be their problem and neither of them are the types of people who can look the other way.

All this is on top of the fact that we just got in to an argument about what song to dance to at our wedding. After a brief argument over Facebook Chat yesterday, she left me this message this morning:

"we both have enough stuff to do before your big day. There is no use doing a "show" of something that you don't feel. It won't be a sit down reception anyway, so let's just do away with all this nonsense and I won't look the fool we both know me to be. No song, no dance, now move on to something important."

I don't know what the real issue is with her. I know she's been under more and more stress for different reasons recently. Money has been an issue recently and every time they try to talk about it, they fight. Money always seems to be the issue. People are just too proud to admit that they have a problem. They like to live comfortably and share what they have with their family and friends but I can only assume they've been sharing more than they've had recently.

I found this post on her facebook from April 9th.
https://www.facebook.com/patt.bothel/posts/10200145897589003

Adam says she's going to be fine. She needs to spend the night in the hospital and talk to a therapist in the morning before they'll release her. 

Cassy is really upset about this whole thing. Partially because she cares a lot about my mom and partially because it brings her back to a place she tries not to remember. She has handled her mother's death very well in the time that I've known her but things like this remind her of it. It might be egotistical for me to assume that a lot of her trouble tonight is worrying about the rest of us: Adam, Amanda, Jack, and Me. Cassy is a worrier. She tries to solve problems and she mentioned tonight that the worst part about all this is how helpless she feels. 

We'll see what happens tomorrow. I let my boss know that something is going on and I might need some time off. I hope it doesn't come to that.

Goodnight
Nick

Not Enough Sleep

Yesterday was a fun day. Harley and I met at Famous Dave's BBQ for lunch in an attempt to both quench our respective hungers and visit Cassandra at the same time. I'm not much of a murderer, but I'll kill two birds when I see the opportunity.

Just as we were sitting down, Cassy was relieved of her duties as a server for the morning and was able to join us for lunch. Since there were now three of us, and splitting the check became FAR too difficult for any of our beer-buzzed cerebellums to calculate, Cassy paid for everything and, consequently Harley owes Cassy a dinner date. Don't worry, I'm not upset about it.

Work was uneventful. During the hours of nothingness which transpired, Harley and I decided to entertain ourselves by streaming Eddie Izzards newst set: Live at Maddison Square Garden. Brilliant.

Additional entertainment included a close-quarters game of football in the lobby. The game lasted about 90 seconds before Andrew - an Enterprise employee, also the second dumbest person I have the pleasure of working with - got the ball stuck on top of the awning above the rental counters. At that point, Jerome (Jerome wins the competition for dumbest person I have the pleasure of working with. I'm thinking trophies would be considered rude though) Spider Man-ed, (or Stick-em Powers, as Harley informs me) his way up the wall, on to the awning, and retrived the football.

Harley departed at midnight and I stuck around for delayed flights and the customers they conveyed. I was at work until 2:30am. One customer showed up. I was less than thrilled.

Despite the fact that I arrived home near 3:00 - and didn't fall asleep until closer to 4 - I tried to wake up at a reasonable hour (10:30 is reasonable, right?) which has left me sleepy and irritable. This fact compounded with the utter stupidity which surrounds me every day by certain (but not all) coworkers and a vast majority of customers has resulted in some quite sarcastic and often times down right rude responses to idiotic questions and comments.

For instance:

"I'm a little short on cars so I'll let you pick from the following - Buick Lucerne, Ford Escape, or Dodge Avenger"
"Oh, I don't know. I don't like Dodge. Which is bigger, the Lucerne or the Escape?"
"The Escape has more interior room becuase it's an SUV but they're both about the same length"
"Which is going to be easier to park?"
"That depends on how good you are at parking. I don't have a problem parking any of our cars."
"Oh, I just don't know."
"Ok, well I have a line of people. So why don't you go have a seat and give it a good think over and I'll help someone else."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."

You're not buying the car, lady; you're renting it. In fact, you're renting it for less than 24 hours. I have no patience for people today and have no problem demonstrating that fact to them.

If you're an idiot, I'm gonna make sure you don't leave here without being made aware of that fact.

Nick

Back to work

Squeezing this one in to the last 6 minutes of the day... eek...

Today was Jackson's fourth birthday. That is to say he turned three. For those of you who don't understand that concept, you probably also didn't understand the whole "Millennium Started in 2001" ordeal either.

There was no party today. That happens on Saturday. I went to The Bothel Compound to see my Mom since I didn't get to see her on my birthday. I told her all about Cassy's car and she seemed excited that Cassy got something nice. Jack was cranky and tired, but couldn't take a nap because he needed to accompany Mom who needed to accompany my Grandmother to the doctor since Grammy's brain and memory is about as useful as my nipples. (Sorry for that visual... but I'm pretty sure I have the world's smallest nipples... seriously... )

Anywho....

After lunch at The Compound, I headed back to my apartment - lovingly called Casa Once (or House Eleven for those of you who don't habla the language) - I packed Joe Bandit in to his car carrier and met up with Cassy to bring him to the vet. I think he rather enjoyed riding around with the top down.

Dr. Vet said he was a very healthy Kitten. He got a couple shots and we headed on out of there. I didn't wanna leave my car parked on Brackett St in Portland any longer than I had to. There was a sketchy guy talking on his TrakPhone when we got there. If I had hubcaps, I'd be afraid he'd steal 'em.

Now I'm at work. Clearly not doing much. Goodbye August 30th.
Goodnight World

Being 26

I keep telling myself that I want to get in to the habit of posting in my blog regularly. Yesterday was my birthday so I figured I will try to post every day for at least 1 year. I don't know if I will be able to do this.

So yesterday was Hurricane Irene. After a week of the news and weather media, along with my facebook news feed warning me about the dangers of the Hurricane that was heading our way, Hurricane Irene turned out to be Hurricane Lame. We got about 3" of rain and a couple pine needles in our yard. I spent the entire week making fun of people who were over reacting to the storm and now they all look like fools.

My birthday as a whole was wonderful. I did exactly what I wanted to do - which was nothing at all. Cassandra and I woke up, hung out all day, and met Amanda and Jackson at Target. We got some intense video footage of the storm pushing a shopping cart through the parking lot. Luckily, no one was hurt. The four of us went to Chili's for lunch which was pretty uneventful. The rest of the afternoon was spent at our apartment hoping not to lose power. Of course we never did. Mike and Jeffery came over last night to spend time drinking wine and watching Netflix.

The entire day today was spent buying Cassy a new car.
I should note: we did not go in with the expectations of buying a car today, thus we didn't have any of the required paperwork, proofs, down payment, etc...

After about 5 hours at the dealership, Cassy ended up owning a 2011 Toyota Corolla S. The price was right and I'm proud of her :-)

Due to the storm, however, Maine was put in to a State of Emergency. Which really doesn't mean much other than "No one can buy any sort of insurance or make any changes to their existing policies until the Emergency clears." Which means her car can't be insured until midnight tonight. So after spending the entire day test driving, negotiating, talking to managers, making deals, refusing offers, picking up paperwork, signing forms, and buying a car... Cassy still doesn't physically have her car. That will change tonight when we raid the Toyota Dealership and steal her car.

We're not actually stealing it. The car belongs to us. Once it's insured at midnight, we're driving over, dropping off her trade, and picking up her new car. We already have the keys.

So now I'm writing this. Burning time. Drinking hard cider.
Goodnight