Next Monday will be different

 No matter how bad this Monday sucks, next Monday will be better because I'll be on my staycation.  I think it's year 19 of staycation time.  I don't go anywhere.  Fanciest travel I'll be taking will be Cudahy the following Monday since mom has an eye doctor appointment.  I took an extra day this year when I realized her next appointment would be the following Monday after I asked off.

I still hate Paramount Plus.  I thought maybe.  Just maybe! I could watch the Emmys this morning or part of it.  Noooo.  Still have to subscribe with Showtime added.  It's so stupid.  I guess I can watch it on Hulu at some point. I would have ignored most of the show except the part where Stephen Colbert was on.  Happy to hear that he won.  I'll be more than glad to dump Paramount Plus next June.  I hardly watch anything on that streaming service other than Stephen Colbert and maybe Elsbeth.

I continued watching Charlie Sheen.  What a mess he is.  I hope he's got it together for the sake of the kids he has.  It was interesting to hear what other people thought of his behavior, namely Jon Cryer's.  I forgot about the whole Heidi Fleiss thing.  Definitely not a dull docudrama.

I think my cousin's son has raised more than what was expected for his accident.  How horrible.  I never met his son.  He's probably 27 and he's going to be paralyzed?  My mom wants us to keep giving money. I wish I had more.  She worried my Aunt Pamela would send us the money back.  Her sister Pam is a hard one to deal with.  I did not like her as a kid or an adult. I thought she was a phony.  She was always on a diet.  Even after I lost a significant amount of weight, she had to keep yammering at me how to lose more.  She was the reason my mom had enough and left when she was living with my grandma.  My mom had broken her ankle months earlier and my grandma and Aunt decided to gang up on her at Thanksgiving and call her lazy.  My mom called me and wanted me to come get her.  I said sure.  I wasn't going to stay overnight because I worried about another fight with my aunt.  My mom was at her most vulnerable and my aunt had to act like a bully.  I just thought she was a diva as a kid and I think less of her now.  I am sorry to hear about her grandson.  My mom was tearful when I gave her the news about him because she knew him as a little boy.

Looks like Charlie and Jeremy might be gone for longer than a weekend.  I guess we shouldn't worry.  It's quiet when they are here. What a world of difference it's been in six months.

I could have watched the Emmys on the regular networks but I don't seem to know where that remote is.  Still unpacking and still finding hiding spots from when we thought we were evicted.  Hopefully I can find some of this stuff when I have time off.

Here's hoping the good humans have a good day.  

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