The gratitude train

Murphy continues to bug my world. My brother has been living with me for 2 years, see previous posts. All this time he has had $ 0.00 to contribute. So finally last month Social Security opened its cobweb filled coffers and said it was his time to have $. Ha and I repeat HA. I thought (to myself only) here is my turn to have some recompense. HA and Double Ha Ha   again.
I can't tell you how overcome with joy I was when he informed me of the pending wealth. I had a great time spending that money in my day planner. Unfortunately, that was the only place I would ever get to spend that money because it doesn't exist.
The government sent him several letters stating that they owed him 32,000 buckeroos. He showed them to me and told me he would give me $ 7,000 when he got it.
Then the deductions and explanation letters kept on rolling in until he ended up with $ 2,895.00.
Why YES, that is THIRTY THOUSAND DOLLARS less.
So basically I have supported his butt for 2 years for free. Of his giant windfall he gave me $ 300.00.  I got the greatest feeling in the world from that news.. screwed by Uncle Sam and my brother in one go.
Not that I am ungrateful for $300.00, but think of it this way. I supported him while he had NOTHING. The furniture in his room, his clothes, our toilet paper, power, soap, etc... all came from me.

Now he sits around telling me how he spent $ 65.00 on the car he has driven for 2 years for free, or how he wishes we would not run out all the gas HE put in the tank. Holy shite Muslims, it's all I can do not to scream and strike him. The gratitude train has officially left the building.

He bought himself a bunch of computer shite and gave me his old computer. Then I discovered it has no disc drive. So I can't even play a cd on it.
He had Dish TV set up and has taken over the Internet payment of $ 35.00 per month. Why YES I was paying that these last 2 years also. So nice of you to notice, cause he didn't.
AND we are AGAIN without AC for the summer. That is fine with him I guess. He keeps on keeping on about how he spent (whatever) for something for the house. My responses are mostly grunts. Screaming "F-U asshole" is probably in bad taste.
The other really annoying thing about all this that he thinks he knows what is best for me. He goes out and buys ant killer (the same day I did) but he bought granules and spent $8.00 to my $ 4.00. I know I have ants on the deck Bucky I just can't afford everything the instant I see that I need it. Guess if I had $3,000 instead of $ 300 I could have bought that.
Back during the gubment money fantasy days he decided he would buy an AC unit and have it installed. Because I could not be trusted to go to Home Depot and have it done?
For 2 years everything has been "you just don't know how guilty I feel about not paying for anything" Now it has turned into "let me decide how much you need (evidently 10% is a huge contribution) and when you need something". He actually gave me a lecture about how I just can't be  "Ni--er Rich" with the fantasy money. 
What I can't figure out is where the 2 years of gratitude and humility went. Evidently that was an act.
Anyhow it never rains money in my section, just bullshite.

The Law of Murphy

Murphy's law: The probability of the bread falling butter side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.
My bread will always fall butter side down on the carpet, no matter how cheap the carpet is. Not only that but my dumb dogs will refuse to eat it off the floor because they can't see the butter anymore. (insert sigh here) 
I filed my taxes on the 14th of January. The IRS installed their new software this year (to guard against anyone actually getting a refund) that same day. All the people who filed that day are now in limbo being searched for fraud and shall have NO refunds until the search is over. My daughter filed 10 days later and probably will get her refund sooner. (insert moan here)
Murphy, move on.
I am tired of the laws of probability kicking my trash. Surely once in a while I should get the laws of dumb luck on my side? It is my turn for yes she did find money on the street, everything went smoothly, and that turned out fine. There's a gratitude lesson here, isn't there? (insert humble grumbling here)
Lesson learned. Please grade me now and give me my refund.

Living the dream.

Forget fame and fortune, I've got riches untold. 10 Grand kids driving their parents to insanity each and every day. Then there's me cracking the whip behind the kiddies. My daughter told me today the comment I put on her blog was "wildly inappropriate". What does that even mean? I am an old woman. I worked hard to get here and I intend to embarrass my kids for the rest of my life.
I'm not trying to be "cool" or socialy correct.
 I am living the dream here. You have to see this from my side.
I was raised my son and 3 daughters alone and by alone I mean with absolutely NO cooperation from any of them. They took every opportunity to act out in public, destroy my home and car, and generally make my job as hard as possible. When they reached puberty I had had an exceptionally trying day with school fires and such and  I thought to myself "one day may all 4 of you know this pain". And now that it is here I am happy.
I could die tomorrow with a HUGE grin on my face. Oh yes, this tastes sweet. What, you've got to meet with the principal because your Princess thew her lunch tray over her head and refused to eat this "swill"? The only reason I haven't kicked it yet is I can't wait for the next call. Your son took a decorative sword to school? You're at the ER having a stone removed from your daughters nose? The cat threw up because one of the darling children fed him cheesecake? They both acted so bad in the store you're NEVER taking them again? One of them complained about his brother looking out "his" window in the car the whole way home?
I act sympathetic at the time, but in the back of my mind I am watching a rerun of the days when this child did something horrible to me in public. I'm reliving the school fire my darling set, or seeing my 17 year old flip me the bird as she drives off in MY car. Good times.

You're a whiner, go with it.

The saga of the medicine.

My health insurance recently changed and now forces me to use “Medco” for all my prescription needs.

This company makes you purchase 90 days worth of whatever medicine you need at a time. Then they mail it to you. Mostly a good thing since it takes them almost 90 days to send the next 3 months worth of medication.

I went to the doctor on December 16^th. The doctor faxed a request to them for a medicine the same day. My doctor has a tablet he carries with him and I watched him key and send  the fax.

Anyway, one of the medicines got here January 4^th. Is that not more than 2 weeks? What if, say it was INSULIN? (which it was). And I needed it for SURVIVAL? (which I did). And the big answer by all the representatives I have talked to for the last 18 days? “Well it says here it is supposed to ship on the 3^rd”.

No shit Sherlock, I can read. Your crappy website told me that 17 DAYS ago. I called you to see WHY it takes 18 days to ship the life saving medication. Also, since my credit card is on speed dial with these people, I was charged 18 days ago.

I could see if this was a great deal I was getting and it just takes a while to start up a routine with this company. But I have 13 medications they do for me and every one of them is this way. Not only is it slow but at Wal-Mart where I was getting this insulin it is $30.00 a bottle with the insurance. Medco gives me 3 bottles for $ 75.00. That is a whopping $ 5.00 per month savings!! The aggravation is free. The blood pressure medicine won’t be though.