One more day

 In some ways it feels like this has been a long 2 week break, in most ways, though, the two weeks have flown by and I’m so not ready to go back. Or rather…I’m so not ready to go back to getting up early. Just one more day left.  And, it’s going to be COLD Monday morning.  They’re saying windchill will be around 10 degrees.  Go ahead and laugh, I know some of you are knee deep in snow, but it’s Louisiana.  We’re not supposed to get THAT cold.  Do you know how cold that’s going to be?  Do you know how much it’s going to hurt??  We won’t have kids Monday or Tuesday, so I don’t look for work to be cancelled.  Man it’s going to suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk (you have to read that with an incredibly whiny voice, that’s how it was typed.)

Today my parents and I went to help Bubba move their stuff from their house they lost.  He’s been over there 3 or 4 times and got all the big stuff.  Really we were just dealing with the left over stuff that I’m willing to bet he just didn’t know what to do with.  His lovely wife (insert massive amounts of sarcasm there) couldn’t be bothered to come out and help.  He didn’t have any boxes so, at the last minute I made a mad dash around here asking, but no one had them, or would give them if they did.  So, we packed everything in garbage bags.  My heart hurt for him.  At one point he had stopped and was looking at everything piled in the tralier and truck.  I walked over and asked him if he was ok and he just shrugged and said he didn’t know what to do with it all.  He’s decided to go back to the oil field.  She’s just going to have to grow up and deal with it.  If she refuses to work, that’s the only type of work he can get and be paid enough.  My dad was on his best behavior, I was really proud of him.  I asked my mom at one point if she had given him a pill.  (She has Xanax (did I spell that right??) that the doctor gave her for when stress causes her blood pressure to rise.  He gives her a month’s prescription, which usually lasts about 6 months or so.)  She said she didn’t, but that she’d really talked to him on the way over.  It wasn’t as bad as I expected in the trailer, except, they had food left in the fridge.  The electricity had been turned off for a month.  I thought I was going to throw up.  He had been telling me they were paying $550 for that place – around here that’s on the low end, but a normal rate.  Today he admitted they were paying $1000 a month.  That’s insane.  The area and the land are nice (neighbors, but woods between, and about 4 acres of land.  The trailer has a nice room added on, but it’s about 20 years old.  It’s just not worth that, and they can’t afford that.  I don’t know what they’re going to do.  He wants it to work so badly.  I don’t know if she cares.  She told us today that she’s going to try and get them to move her csection to the 17th instead of the 27th.  I don’t know if they will or not.  She’s ready to not be pregnant any more.  I really don’t like her.  I’m trying to, but I don’t.  We pulled up to her mother’s house.  Her sister and brother came out, and watched me and my 70+ year old parents unload stuff.  None of them offered to help.  Apparently laziness runs in their family.  Her mother couldn’t even be bothered enough to come out and say hello. I’m going to stop now, because I’m just working myself back up over it again.  Bubba chose her, he saw something in her that he loves.  For him, I’ll deal with her.

Oh and they almost gave me a heart attach doing it but:

They almost gave it away, but they held on.