JB's Sisters -- They did it on purpose

This one is about JB's sisters. This is a strange story that just re-occurred to me.

MIL's sister#1 had gotten a temporary job in an adjoining city to us. She had asked hubbie to help her find an apartment to stay in while here. She was coming to town on a particular day. Hubbie never heard anything else from her -- confirmation, when/where, etc until midmorning that Saturday, so he did not set his whole day aside for them. So mid-morning that Saturday, hubbie and I were on the counter-service restaurant to meet a friend for brunch.

While we were on the way there, MIL's sister #2 called hubbie's cell. He invited his dufus Aunts to meet us at the restaurant. We had already ordered and paid when they arrived, so he was at least off the hook for having to buy for them. (Everyone in his family, not just JB and her evil hubbie considered my hubbie to be rich and expected him to pay for things.)

Not long after they got there, one of the sisters poured her coffee into my lap. It soaked my clothes, but fortunately did not burn me. (Very fortunate as I usually ice to the coffee at this place to make it drinkable.) So I had to go home to get out of the wet clothes. Wearing soaked blue jeans is not fun.

This happened many years ago and I now realize that this was probably done on purpose to get rid of me -- to get my hubbie to themselves.

So I drove home and DH rode with them to look at apartments. (I took DH's car, so he had to ride with him. I was not about to get the friend to take me home -- she's a dangerous driver, but that's not really related to this story.)



Then later, they all came back to our house. When they got here, the two sisters started going all over the ground floor or the house, looking and peeking into every room. Just like MIL and SIL used to do. This was bad enough, then Sister #2 (not the one looking for an apartment) looked into the spare bedroom and said "This is where I stayed when I was here."
I DO NOT RECALL HER EVER EVEN BEING AT MY HOUSE BEFORE, MUCH LESS SPENDING THE NIGHT. So if she had been, I was out of town. This is not the kind of thing that I would forget. I quizzed DH about it. He claimed to now know what she was talking about.

DH would not have lied about it to cover his tracks. Even if I had gotten mad about it, he would not have gotten defensive about being able to have whoever over he wants, but it did not get to that point. So either she was lying or he does not remember. HE's kind of goofy and does forget things like that sometime. I'll often say "remember when...." and he does not. Yes, I worry that it could be a problem, but that's another thing as well.

Still, it's creepy that JB's sister claims to have spent the night in my house and neither me nor hubbie remembers anything about it. There is no way she would have gotten access without us knowing. If JB ever had a key, I did not know it and there was no evidence. I don't think JB did. Hubbie is funny about keys, no matter how well he knows somebody. He might forget something having someone over but I COULD NOT IF I WANTED TO.

Just her claim wierds me out. Even more than having JB in my house since the aunt is almost a total stranger to me.

I now know she spilled the coffee to get rid of me. But why did she claim that she slept in my house? That was just strange.

"Star Cookies"

It was Christmas time and I had boxed up some homemade rolled Christmas sugar cookies for my sister's kids. For some reason, hubbie brought a couple into the house and gave them to the ILs.

The ones that he brought in happened to have been cut out as stars.

JB was going to a party and she had to bring something to. She said "DIL, make some of those 'star cookies' for me to bring."

No, I didn't have recipe with me, they were too much trouble, I don't cook in other people's kitchens, the dough needs to refrigerate.... Any other reasons in addition to the one in my head, "We don't like each other so why should I do that for you?"

Funny how something like that is fun to make for the right audience, but a chore for the wrong one.

I don't know that I could have done it if I had wanted to... but since I didn't want to, the rest did not matter.

The Fish Pond

In the yard there was a "fish pond".

It was an old bath tub filled with water and gold fish. Not an OLD antique bathtub, that would have been bad enough. But just an old used tub that had been removed from a 1960's era house.

Redneck, huh?

And, Why Did She Call This Time?

Often the posts on the support board lead me to remember things that I have forgotten. One was the text message game.

I remember something about my JB and text messages on her cell phone. Something about she was getting ones that weren't nice, but Hubbie's sister BG had to get them off for her. I asked Hubie, "Well, what was in the messages?" He said that BG only said "you wouldn't want to know."

It was quite a while back and I don't remember now why he told me the messages. He didn't usually tell me anything. I think he was trying to find out if I knew the number that they were coming from, but it was a number in MIL's city and I don't even know anybody in that area. (Yes, I know anyone can get a cell phone in any area, but nobody I knew did that either.) He had tried to trace the online number but I don't know that he found who it belonged to, only what city it belonged in.


After reading this you probably think what I think. MIL gets SIL to read her text messages for her, claiming she can't do it. Hubbie who lives in a different city from either receiver or alleged sender's number gets involved. Messages are supposedly not very nice. Uhhh huhhhhh....

It seemsed like an attention getting ploy to me. It seems staged to me. Why else would she get my hubbie involved? This is so teenage-- just like her other phone games.

Another Phone Game I Remembered

One evening, hubbie and I were working in the garden. While out there, she called his cell phone wanting to know what I wanted, claiming I had just called her and gotten disconnected. I guess I had been going in or out of the house, but we were both in the yard when she called.

But now, I as I think back... (Often everything didn't occur to me at the time it happened) If she really thought I had called, why did she return the call to his cell phone? Isn't it more like she wanted attention from him and couldn't think of anything, huh?

So 15 years old!

JB/EJ's Sense of Entitlement

In one of my early posts and in my header, I wrote of MIL JB and FIL EJ believing that they were entitled to a portion of what their son has. The words "our son" and "have" are words I often heard.

This story is about just how far they felt entitlement -- it went beyond my own hubbie.

Their youngest granddaughter took a job at KFC after she dropped out of high school and got pregnant. She got a bonus award at work for pleasing the secret shopper. I don't remember the amount, but it was at most $100. This was before EJ died since I was there to hear the story and he died after I quit going there. When MIL told us about it she ended it with "You had better believe that she is going to keep that all for herself. Nobody else will see a dime of it." My thoughts -- why would anybody think anything different. It's her money isn't it? She has a baby to take care of doesn't she?

Thing 1 and Thing 2

In my other blog, I talked a little about strange gifts from EJ, my not-so-dearly departed father in law. He thought it was amazing that you could get figurines for only a dollar at the dollar store. So he bought those to give as gifts. Not just one per person, but many many of them. He knew lots of people. For Christmas gifts, he would take blocks of wood, paint them, then glue the cheap figurines onto them. He spent hundreds of dollars doing this, due to sheer quantity. He knew lots of people. He thought somehow that people treasured these creations. I don't even see that you could classify them as redneck. They didn't really make scenes. They were just however many figurines he could glue onto the piece of wood he had.

When he died, there were already a bunch ready for the following Christmas. His family was saying how he already had his Christmas presents ready, that 'he knew he was going to die.' I don't really think so. Because this was not the first time he had done this. He did this every year.

I threw mine in the garbage. But to hubbie, anything, no matter what it was, that passed from his parents hands to his hands was instant treasure, and instant heirloom, so he kept hold of his. I took pictures of a couple of them. I don't know what to call them other than 'thing 1' and 'thing 2'.


Thing 1:



Thing 2: