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A Giraffe among Ostriches
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A Giraffe among Ostriches Being a Giraffe when you are surrounded by Ostriches is fucking frustrating as HELL!! What do I mean? Ostriches don't like being told what the giraffe can plainly see coming from a long ways. Somehow the disaster barreling towards the ostrich is all the giraffes fault. Like if the giraffe would just stick its head in the sand and shut the fuck up everything would be alright! Tomorrow will be a week since Lil Bit got here to Italy and 2 weeks since my sister tried to kill herself. I wish I could say there’s been some positive movement on that front but it has only gotten worse. As usual I feel like I’m being shut out because doing what I think is right for my nieces is not a popular opinion. The treatment center kept my sister for the minimum of 5 days. My mom took the girls with her to Fla. for that week but refused to even discuss what needed to happen in the long run. We offered to take the girls temporarily to give my sister a chance to get back on her feet. That would have kept the girls together and in the family without the state being able to dictate where they went. Both my sister and my mom flat out refused. My mother lied about her intent with the to me and everyone else. The center released my sister Friday with some RX. No one has bothered to ask what it is or what it is for or how she is supposed to stay on it when she has no insurance or car. My mother took my nieces with her back up to Manchester to the family reunion the same day my sister was released. There she proceeded to do exactly what I said she would and turned the girls back over to my sister. Monday afternoon a deputy was at my sister’s door to evict her and my oldest niece and take custody of my younger niece. My brother-in-law got a temporary custody and protection order along with the eviction. My sister and older niece are staying with a distant cousin who also has 2 and a history of drug abuse and killing herself. Great environment for my niece! There’s a hearing on the 19th but I’m sure my sister is burying her head in the sand just like she did with the eviction. My mother finally decided to write me an update on the happening yesterday! Of course I already knew what was going on from the rest of the family and my friends who live there in town that I stay in touch with. My Aunt had my oldest niece for church on Sunday and her neck was covered in hickies. The next thing will be my 13 year old niece being forced against her will (since we are no longer allowed to use the word r*ped) or pregnant. I am so furious with my mother and my sister for doing this to my nieces. The state is involved now, so it is out of everyone’s hands. My sister doesn’t deserve to have those but instead of doing the right thing and making sure they were together in one home and safe she will be selfish and watch the state put them in foster care or give custody to someone of the state’s choosing. I haven’t answered my mother’s “update” because I’m so furious I’m afraid of what I will say. I can’t just ignore her because she has the fucking truck. This has so many throwbacks to my mother abandoning us as and leaving us to be abused by her husband instead of doing what was right and hard rather than quick and easy that I can’t begin to make all the parallels. As usual she will make any excuse she needs to for my sister and I will be the bad guy for suggesting that my sister shouldn’t have custody of her . I don’t even know why I fucking bother trying to have any kind of relationship with either of them. How the fuck can you reason with people who will excuse that kind of behavior and turn around 5 days later to hand the back into the same shit hole they were in? I guess I’m going to have to find some therapeutic outlet here after all because obviously my “mommy” issues are back in full force. I hate this fucking shit!! For a little added fun my own thinks I’m mean and using my husband to gang up on her. I never used to be this mean or yell at her. We are too hard on her and expect her to do everything perfectly immediately. I’m sure by next week this will be the worst place in the world and she will be telling her daddy she wants to move back with him. The is 10 years old and wants me to brush her hair, run her bath, toast her pop tarts and make her flavored waters! If she doesn’t get the answer she wants she just pretends not to hear you or not to understand. She spent a year with a bedroom on the lower floor of a 2 story house but somehow being 10 steps away from our bedroom is a traumatic experience. She lies to our face about stupid stuff (like getting up in the middle of the night or telling some stranger something) and gets upset when told she can stop exaggerating and lying or suffer the consequences. She wants to correct my grammar, swears she can read Italian better than I can while arguing about how an Italian phrase is pronounced but when I correct her the answer is “Whatever, you know what I mean”. I’m convinced there are still convents that house and school here we just have to find one! On a positive note she has seen her school and daycare center and likes them both. She’s excited about the extra activities she will get to do. Cross county track starts just after the start of school and she knows she wants to do that. We are putting her in the last 2 weeks of summer camp so she’s not stuck at home that whole time and can meet some other her age. We hope that will give her a better perspective on what her age are expected to and can do for themselves. Plus I can use those 2 weeks to finish getting the house unpacked. She won’t leave me alone long enough to get anything done. School starts just before the end of this month so getting back in that routine will help too. My post miscarriage blood work showed everything back to normal so we were cleared to try again even though I won’t see the OB for another week. That tells me they aren’t going to do anything until there are more miscarriages, so I’ve asked my friend to make me an appointment with the Italian fertility clinic. I ovulated yesterday so I expect to be pregnant again soon but doubt we will make it to the 8 week point. I guess we’ll see. I’m very frustrated with my Italian language course. It will end next Thursday but the last 2 weeks are nothing but grammar. I don’t want to know grammar. What I need are useful phrases that allow me to build enough of a vocabulary to carry on a bare bones 5 year olds level of conversation so that I can shop, eat, say hello to my neighbors and ask for help if I need it. I don’t give a shit about whether I have the proper indefinite article or gender of the thing I’m talking about. People will understand what I’m saying even if it sounds strange. It will sound strange no matter what because I’m a fucking American! My workout routine has gone to hell these past 2 weeks but I’m hoping to bet back on track starting tomorrow. I am eating much healthier but the cheese is killing my weight loss plan. We are getting farm fresh fruits and veggies every Monday from the 100 Acre farm. My friend took me and we go together every Monday to pick up so she can translate if needed. I have frozen several quarts of zucchini, eggplant and beans so far. Plus I’m eating tons of fresh zucchini and eggplant. The Viking isn’t really happy about it because he doesn’t eat those veggies. I cook one or 2 meals for him a week and I eat the fresh veggies the rest of the time while he scrounges for leftovers. The Viking had his 1st office function with the new job earlier this week. I got to meet everyone he works with and their wives. It is a nice small group and most of the wives seem nice. At least it isn’t the typical uptight bitching about everything wife cliché. A few new “only in Italy sights” for your enjoyment: on every road crew or construction crew there is one token woman/girl. She is always young, hot, gorgeous, long haired, perfectly made up and dressed in short-shorts, a tank top, work boots and hard hat. The men are frequently shirtless and in shorts but the girls shorts are like Hooters uniforms. Only in Italy will you see road crews in rubber boots, hard hats, no shirts and shorts. The road crews and construction workers all wear bright yellow or orange. The same crowd that honks, yells and flips you off on the road will politely stand in line for 30minutes with no pushing shoving or cussing to exit a stadium. If you are a woman and pull into a gas station that is open with workers someone will come pump your gas within 30 seconds. If you try to do it yourself they will usher you back to your vehicle. If there is a man driving or in the vehicle you cannot find help if the car is on fire. If you are an American trying to buy something in an Italian store there will always be some problem in the self-checkout line. Italian houses have a max of 5-6 circuit breakers. We only have 4 and there are no outlets on the outer walls of the house. Try running all the gadgets a normal American house has on 4 circuit breakers! There are no signs other than directly at the turn, rest area, entrance, detour or other thing you are trying to find. The idea of letting you know that those things are coming up before you actually get to them is a purely foreign concept. Italian driver cannot use blinkers or turn signals. Telepathy is the preferred method of turn notification. During the summer months crosswalks are obsolete. Pedestrians and bicycles will cross the road wherever the fuck they feel like it and it is up to you to see them, predict that they are crossing and stop in time. At the Celtic festival we went to last week all the were given wooden sword to “battle” the Celtic warriors in costume with shields and real swords. People were also encouraged to practice learning to use a sling, bow and arrow and throw a spear. No protective gear was worn and no one was injured. In the states the spears would have been pool noodles and the sword would have been nerf material. Italians do not sweat. Unless they are male road crew workers or half naked disgusting old men gardening in the front yard in a G-string and loafers. They also apparently are immune to mosquito, bug bites and bee stings. Only the section of Italy that you are currently in is “truly” Italian. Any other section you may visit is snobby and not authentic. Kisses, LA    |
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Hope things get better. Kisses
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GOOD
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Lol! Sorry to put the lol in there darling, I know things are rough here, there and everywhere for you, but your sarcastic sense of humor is showing. Seems as though you are doing alright despite it all. Sounds like a Fellini film!  Thoughts from the Garden...
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