Got a reply to Tammy’s message asking if she had any idea what we could expect as far as inheritance goes and I did not like her answer. After she again bitched about Larry and how Lisa blasted him out when she was in Florida with her for a few days, and how her other kids called him and his bitch every name in the book for what he “thinks she did to him years ago,” she told me Larry had been cut out of the will as of a few years ago and hasn’t been added back in that she knows of. She also claims she has no idea how much money they have and that she was told to give me what she wanted.

Give me what she wanted?! Were my folks out of their mind when they said this?! I like the idea of the pervert being locked out of it if that’s even true, but how could they be dumb enough to trust her?! And why would they cut their own son out? Then again, isn’t that a dumb question to be asking? I mean, how could they send their own daughter away and do the things they’ve done to all their kids, right?

So, in other words, I ain’t getting shit if they really think they can trust her to “give me what she wants.” Come on, we’re only human. She ain’t gonna wanna share or give me shit. I wouldn’t give her anything. Maybe material things I didn’t want and couldn’t sell, but that’s about it.

But why would she talk about keeping the pervie away from mom’s money even if it meant going to court if she knew he’d been written out of the will? Either way, Tammy is totally untrustworthy and a habitual liar, and if it really is true that my parents entrusted the bitch to just give me what she wants, we ain’t getting shit. But deep down I knew this and that any significant money would be against the “plan.” You know, the one where we’re meant to be poor most of our lives. But as long as we have enough to pay for necessities, extra money isn’t overly important cuz we don’t intend to buy a place.

It’s hard to believe she has no idea how much money they have, though. But like I said, no matter what it is, it looks like she’ll get it all. There’s no way she’d be honest about it. Hell, I wouldn’t be. The only thing I like is the idea of the pedophile and child-woman with God knows what kind of daddy issues, as Aly said, being cut out.

Ok, so am I really wrong to assume we won’t get shit? Tom said not to read too much into it or jump the gun, but I know what’s in and not in our cards for the most part. Love is, money isn’t. So just like we could with his own parents’ inheritance, the potential partnership in Oregon, the program he wrote, and God knows what else, we can kiss the prospect of money goodbye. Little will they ever know that being poor does have its advantages even if we’re not quite there right now.

Later…

Tom’s out grocery shopping now and I finished the laundry.

The rat is still alive but is blind and seems to be only able to eat soft foods. So he is eating after all. He came out of his burrow for a drink, but all he does is sleep for the most part. No more coming to the door to be let out, no more fidgeting in his cage. It’s sad.

Even though my weight is still up, my inches are down a bit. What I don’t get is why my boobies are still sore after my period? They feel like they’re going to burst through my bra. This is unusual for me.

And why didn’t I have any dreams about the car crash Andy was in yesterday? Thankfully he’s ok. Apparently, his brakes failed and he plowed through someone’s garage and really demolished it. Tons of heavy shit fell onto the car. It wasn’t his regular car, though. It was his mother’s station wagon that he uses for canning. Everybody couldn’t wait to see the damage once the car was towed, but amazingly it only had a few dents and scratches! So his mom’s insurance will pay for the garage and all he has to do is pay for the damage to the car, which hopefully won’t be too hard on him. I’m just glad he’s ok!

Strangely enough, while I didn’t have any bad dreams about him, I “saw” the vase Nane bought and “Jim’s” height in a dream where we went to a fair and she got this vase.

She also cracked me up earlier saying my German was quite ok, but my Turkish was lousy. LOL, that it is. The two words I may know I only learned by accident from her.

She flattered me by saying she likes my writing style. This is a compliment from anyone, but when it comes from someone you’re crushing on it doubles the pleasure. :)

Last week they talked about Tom working Saturday, but that never happened. This week, however, he’s working Sunday (tomorrow). That’s all well and good as we like the extra money, but we REALLY hope he gets that job. No bad vibes, visions or dreams on my part, but hey, not everyone like me “sees” it all. According to him, the area he’s hoping to get into is secure. Meaning it makes up for ¾ of the place and wouldn’t be in danger of being shut down. He still says we’d be ok if he did get laid off and reminded me that the license, insurance and what will soon be hopefully our last propane fill-up, will be expenses that will be out of the way, leaving everything else for food, rent, gas, internet and savings. The goal is to get the hell out in July, August at the latest, and to do this it would greatly help for him not to be laid off, then stuck with a minimum wage job God knows how many more weeks/months later.

If what Tammy says is true I’m so fucking pissed even though it’s no surprise. I’m tempted to walk away from her now, but then I REALLY wouldn’t get anything. At least if I play nicey-nicey just a little longer until mom goes, maybe then she’ll at least be “generous” enough to share a grand or two.

The only disturbing dream I had isn’t really all that disturbing because it was so off the wall and didn’t involve the freeloaders. I guess someone from kindergarten tried to frame me for something they did, LOL. They used my name (like they would remember it even if I still used my maiden name) and I was pleading with them on the phone to tell the pigs the truth or else I could end up on probation for the rest of my life.

Later…

Ok, this is freaky. Really fucking freaky. And hopefully not some evil omen of some kind either. A character in the book I’m reading, though not a lead character, has the same name as the pig that screwed me. And he’s a pig! Only he’s pigging in Florida in the book.