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Busia doesn't like them at all either, and only puts up with occasional visits because they have a 20-year-old son with Downs Syndrome who has the mentality of a five year old, and he's mean, unruly, loud and inappropriate- just like his parents! So I think I will tell her that I can't bear to be around them any longer, and if she wants the gory details, I'll give them to her. She's a tough old broad, she can handle it. Plus, I see her multiple times a week (well, not these last couple weeks because I have this nasty bacterial upper respiratory infection going on and I don't want to get her sick) so missing a dinner or whatever won't mean anything because I spend all of the time I can with her. I get quality time with her and an honest, open relationship, not one that's predicated on bullshit and playing on her heartstrings because of the child they didn't even want to have.

Busia is the Polish word for grandma. The thing is, when I know they are coming to town for something and there is an expectation of me being there, I am sick with anxiety and physical pain beforehand, during the time actually spent with them, and for a couple days afterwards. They are loud, hateful, unpleasant people. My mom often skips out of these gatherings because the same thing happens to her. I can't be my mom's buffer when I need a buffer myself. My dad can't stand being around them, my Ciocia (aunt) can't stand being around them, and it's long past the point of "just suck it up and don't let them get to you." I stopped being able to do that when my uncle stole pills from me, and I absolutely refuse to have to endure having my relationship, my sexual orientation, and my health called into question by a couple of morons who act like giving a compliment or minding their business is akin to being burned with napalm. I do know that if Busia knew half of the shit my uncle did that my mom and her sister never told her about, or a smidgen of the things that he and his wife have said and done to me, she would cut them off like a gangrenous limb. I'm Busia's favorite, she loves my fiancee and is helping us plan our wedding, and she would not sit idly by and play nice with this kind of knowledge. My aunt is someone who will talk to you with a sweet and calm voice while holding a knife to your neck. So do I let this shit out in the open or let Busia think that her son and daughter-in-law are just abrasive people in a loveless marriage and that's why no one wants to be around them?

I'm pretty pissed at my aunt right now. I've never liked her or her husband. He's a former IV drug abuser that graduated to Oxycontin. When I was on MSIR and MS Contin (morphine pills) for RSD, he once tried to score them from me, and another time stole them from my purse and claimed that the cat knocked my bag over, which somehow removed the childproof cap from the bottle, and he had to clean them up. In May, when we got together for my Busia's birthday, he was acting pissier than ever, and he sat next to me for a second. Me, being in severe pain from a really bad DVT, said "I know how you feel." He grumbled "No you don't." Then he scootched closer and said "Actually, yes you do. I ran out of my oxy" and then he stood up and walked away. So again, he tried to pilfer drugs from me, drugs I didn't even have to treat my own pain with. Dickbag was exiled from the family for years due to his thievery and drug abuse, but only was allowed back in because my Dziadzia wanted to see him when he was on his death bed. Anyway, my mom and dad went out to dinner with them, my Busia and my aunt. She cornered my mom quietly, and started giving her shit about me being sick, and said that as soon as my fiancee graduates nursing school and gets out in the "real world", she is going to leave me. Never mind the fact that she knows nothing of our relationship, or of my fiancee at all. She was just tearing me down, tearing my soon-to-be wife down, and tearing my mom down. My aunt heard some of it and stuck up for me, but Busia heard none of it, and neither did my dad. When they were in the car on the way home, my mom was sobbing so hard she had to stop driving. I'm not angry at what she said about me- I have thick skin and I can take it, and I'm just considering the source. What I'm really pissed off about is the fact that this bitch thinks that she can come to town a few times a year, judge people she doesn't know, and act like she's doing everyone some kind of service. And that she made my mom cry. Fiancee let it roll off her back and laughed at the ridiculousness with me, but this bitch made my mom cry. And I don't know if I should tell Busia about this, so she understands why I can't be around them without mixing copious amounts of grain alcohol with 2mg of ativan, or just put up a facade when they come around every other lunar cycle or so. But this shit can't stand the way it is, and you don't come after my future wife or make my mom cry, you walking teratoma. I wish that fucker had stayed exiled, and that we never met that garbage human he calls his wife.

My fiancee's mom's partner who I barely consider human bit her when she was drunk and fighting with my fiancee, and my fiancee's hand got so badly infected that she nearly needed to have it amputated. Human mouths are filthy, especially the mouths of crack smoking alcoholics that don't brush their teeth more once every other lunar cycle.

I was so happy for Nora! Her looks were the most cohesive, she made the best use of her time, and she delegated responsibilities the most effectively. I was worried they were going to give it to Evan, and I really wasn't that impressed with his overall film and makeups. Ben's was good, sans the victim of course. But yay for Nora, she worked her ass off all season and clearly deserved it.

See, that I kind of have a problem with. A lot of gay people didn't get married, even when they had equality in their state, because they didn't have full marriage equality. They didn't have full federal protections and benefits, and thought that it wasn't worth a damn, so they were waiting for the supreme court ruling. Now that it's the law of the land, she should give it a couple years before she hounds gay couples for not getting married if they start suing each other for stuff.

Yeah, I'm putting my wedding together now with my lady since marriage equality is finally legal, and I don't get what exactly is so hard about putting a wedding together. I know the venue, I know what we're eating, I know the music, we still need the cake and photographer, but what is there to get? Also, now that we have marriage equality, I wonder if JJ is going to start reaming out gay couples about being "almost marrieds" the way she does straight couples, or if it will take a couple years still.

I absolutely loved this one. Probably my favorite so far. After learning about what a garbage company Yelp is, and being irritated by people I know who Yelp, I found the punishment for the wannabe food critics fitting. I've been singing "Boogers and Cum" all morning long.

That's what I thought too. In the pain, shock and blood loss from the stab wound, he was dazed and confused by the headlights and the lights from the sign from the Waffle Hut.

When it was on, Dexter after season two. And I hate-watched that puppy to the bitter, awful, rancid end. (Seriously, why did I do that to myself?)

Matt's wife was injured by a departure. The car drove right into theirs, and it's why his wife is in the condition she's in. It happened right after he found out he was cancer free, if I recall correctly.

I never felt Matt did that, though. He drove away what looked like 95% of his congregation and was getting assaulted on a regular basis. He completely lost his church. Don't you think the pastor would have properly vetted someone before bringing them in to be the leader of the church while he was gone, knowing the kind of stuff people like the fire chief does?

Gail Zappa, wife of Frank Zappa, passed away today at the age of 70.

While having a love/hate relationship with the first season (there were episodes I completely loved, and episodes I wanted to kill with fire), I was 100% drawn in with the opener. The new characters are fascinating, though Evie's epilepsy doesn't look like any epilepsy I've ever encountered. I was upset about Matt's treatment though, and confused. I mean, when he was cut off by the pastor about what happened with Mary, and when he told John a seemingly edited version of what he planned on telling the congregation... What the hell was that about? I know some tired of Matt, but even when I didn't like what he was doing, he was one of the most intriguing characters of the first season and I didn't like him being shut down like that! And Mary does seem to be in a better physical state, so why not share that with the congregation that he will be leading while the pastor is gone for awhile? You'd think that it would make the flock more faithful, no?

I love the articles he wrote after those about how, even though he's firmly middle class now, he still has the bad habits of a poor person because that's how he was raised. My wife dealt with the same issues until she got to be around my family for awhile and saw the way my parents could make good money, have fun, yet still have savings and put money away for retirement. But yeah, John Cheese is great, and I love how honest he is about his shortcomings.

http://www.cracked.com/blog/5-things-nobody-tells-you-about-being-poor/ This would be a good article for Judge Judy to read about the hardships of being poor. Actually, all of John Cheese's articles about being poor are good, but that's a good start.

I loved the episode, even if it didn't having me cackling that much. I, too, agreed with Kyle regarding Caitlyn Jenner. I think that Laverne Cox, Janet Mock, Tula, even my own trans friends are more heroic than she is, and that she doesn't seem like that great of a person. And I really hope that Cartman is plotting. It does seem like they're doing another season with continuity, so this was just a ground-laying episode. It also has me and my wife making siren noises and yelling "PC Principal" at each other whenever we make a comment that could be slightly perceived as off-colour. I'm looking forward to the rest of the season.

Bill Hader couldn't be in this one due to scheduling conflicts that prevented him from going to Iceland. I loved this one. It wasn't as flat-out hilarious as the others, but it was so damned charming. I found myself invested in the Al Capone look-alike contest, something I wouldn't have expected from a fake documentary. Next week's says that it's a two-parter and an hour and a half long, at least on my DirecTV schedule. Since it's the finale, I'm happy with the length, especially since the preview cracks me up every time I see it.

I agree. He wasn't like Randall Adams, but it was still brilliant. Bill Hader was spot on as the David Harris character, though. I watched "The Thin Blue Line" again over the weekend, and so much was on point, like the detective basically salivating over David Harris/Bill Hader's character. I do wish they would have added the crazy criminal lady who claimed to have witnessed everything though. They could have gotten a lot of mileage out of that.

The kind of homeschooling I can get behind is online homeschooling. It worked very well for me. I had to leave during the middle of my junior year of high school because of severe bullying issues and a death/school shooting threat that wasn't handled appropriately at all by the administration, but did so under the guise of my health. (I mean, I was missing a lot of school because of all of my health issues and hospitalizations.) The school was accredited, it sent a computer to our house that had Microsoft Office on it and the internet so we could do our work and chat with our teachers via a webcam. It was made specifically for people like me: sick kids, pregnant teens/teen moms who didn't want to drop out and get their GED. There was oversight, true lesson plans, deadlines, and I got a real diploma at the end. A diploma that has been, get this, accepted at accredited colleges! That kind of homeschooling is fine. You also did group projects with your classmates via a chat, but you could probably just skype that now. We had our core classes, foreign languages, intro to sociology, intro to psychology, AP classes, you name it. It served the entire state of Ohio, and our graduation was at this really nice hall in Columbus, which is when I met my teachers in person for the first time. And to top it off, it was free. If you have to homeschool, why not go for that?

She really is the best. And if you met her, regardless of your age, you'd call her Busia. She's the loveliest and most loving person that has ever existed on this planet. When a couple of family members tried to give me crap for being gay, she shut that down immediately. When they continued when I wasn't around, she limited her contact with them. She's actively helping us plan the wedding, and wants to have a dance with me and with my betrothed at the reception, and she's just such an awesome, loving lady. I even found out about the Supreme Court's decision from her, because she called me and woke me up as soon as the news was announced. She said she'd drive us down to the courthouse if we wanted to do it that day, but she'd really rather have a big wedding for us. If everyone had a Busia like mine, the world would be a better place.

That's so sad. Your grandma sounds awesome. My Aunt Dolly is my mom's godmother, and she always loved me and my brothers to pieces. She'd take me shopping but was an awful driver. She'd stop while going 45mph for no reason whatsoever, and throw her hand across my chest so I wouldn't fly out of my seat, as though we didn't have seat belts. She always said that's the reason I was pretty flat-chested- she just beat the breast tissue to submission while we were driving. It's especially sad because my Busia is ten years younger than her, lives on her own, still drives, and is very independent. Is this what Busia has to look forward to? While Aunt Dolly is actually a cousin (Busia's mom didn't want kids and was forced into getting married and having a kid, so she always left Busia with her sister's kids while she worked at Jeep and they were raised as sisters) I fear that she may end up that way. My Aunt Betty, Aunt Dolly's slightly younger sister, already has horrible dementia. It's hard enough seeing the two of them like that, and on top of losing my Aunt Gerri this year... I don't think I could handle it if Busia ended up with dementia/Alzheimer's. She's my best friend and my rock. She's an inspiration to me, the first person I told I was gay (she wanted to throw me a coming out party, oh Busia) and she is the most amazing person I've ever known. It's so hard to see the older generation deteriorate. I remember when my great great Aunt Lulu died when I was six and I was crushed by that, but Busia has been here for me my whole life, and she's the only one that really truly gets me and believes in me. She is also the strongest woman I've ever known. I just want her to live forever, I guess.

It's called Phenergan, and it's by prescription only. I take it because of my gastroparesis. (Most of my gut is paralyzed, and I throw up most of what I eat.) Sadly, it doesn't work well for me any longer since I've been on it so long, but if they give it to me via IV, I'm good to go. When it did work, that stuff was a godsend. Also, could you guys send some prayers/vibes/whatever for my great Aunt Dolly? You know I'm an atheist with Buddhist leanings, but I am willing to take anything here. She's 92, her dementia is worsening, and after breaking her hip the third time, they aren't doing surgery and she won't walk again. I saw her the other day with my mom, Busia and Aunt Paulette, thinking that seeing me, my mom and Busia together would possibly help her figure out who we were. Well, she thought I was my mom as a young girl, didn't know who my mom or Busia were, and thought Aunt Paulette was her mother. With that, she obviously thinks her parents are alive. :-( We spent a couple hours with her, and at the end when we were leaving, there seemed to be a moment of clarity. (Or maybe we're just hoping it was.) She gathered me, Mom and Busia around her bed, hugged and kissed us and held our hands, and told us she loved us. Her eyes even lit up! Then she did the same for Aunt Paulette. (That's her sister.) So we left, and then sobbed outside of the home she's staying in for a good ten minutes. I'm so worried about her, and don't want her in pain and suffering, and truly hate that her sharp, funny mind has gone to mush. Her sister, my Aunt Gerri, just died in March, and while she was with it mentally, she had leukemia and they were just giving her palliative care because treating it would kill her faster. If you could keep my Aunt Dolly in your thoughts, I'd be eternally grateful to you lovely people. I hate saying it because she's still here, but I miss her already because it's like she's not really here.

I never even went to these forums before the Josh news broke! I read about them online and their awful behavior, but I came here to see the reactions. I stayed because I kinda love you people.

It's especially frightening because say Josh contracted syphilis during one of his bareback adventures. Then he gave it to Anna, who is none the wiser. Congenital syphilis can cause so many issues if left untreated, like blindness and deafness, not to mention the facial deformities like saddle nose. (Unless you are interested in medical oddities and deformities, do not look up saddle nose.) If Anna is ignorant to all of this and doesn't get herself and her babies checked out (because I have a hard time believing that he was only cheating for this short period of time) she could be opening herself and those kids up to a world of physical pain and disabilities. Also, interesting fact: rhinoplasty was invented in the 16th century as a way to reconstruct people with saddle nose (a.k.a. their nose rotted away from their face because of syphilis.)