I was just taking out my cat litter boxes, and I noticed a pool of water the water heater rests in. And the bottom of the water heater is rusted out. I'm mad. But the water heater is 15 years old, and only got it's elements and thermostats replaced once. And we have well water, which makes things rust faster than city water because it's not pumped full of chemicals. I had hoped to get a few more years out of the water heater, but it's dead Jim. Or dying anyway. But it's starting to rot the floor, and I found black mold behind it. I sprayed the mold with disinfectant. But I can't truly clean it out till the old water heater gets yanked. And sadly, to buy the new water heater, I'm gonna need to use the money I was saving for a new laptop. God damnit....

On top of all that, the recent wind storm caused a new small leak in my roof. Thankfully not in the living space. But that's just another thing I need to fix.

And lastly, I think one of my cats is dying. He's slowing down and can't move very well. He's also got wet bowel movements. He's badly bred from the old cats we used to have just humping each other without a care for relation. He had an orange brother that died two years ago from bad health, And I honestly thought the remaining brother would only make it another year. But he's made it two. But now he's limp and droopy, and hardly wants to move. I'm not sure if I should wait to see if he gets any better or not. Either way, I don't think he has much longer.....

So we've had some insane wind today. For some reason we haven't lost power, we haven't lost land line phones, but we have lost wifi. I'm only online right now because of my mobile hotspot from my phone, which barely works. No idea how long this will last. Also, we could lose power at any time. I R prepaared though. I have propane heating like Hank Hill, and several charged portable DVD players. Bring it on mutha natcha! .............I've had too much caffeine lately.............

So, no surprise the crash was caused by a mix of drinking and my mother's bipolar flaring up. She and my dad ended up arguing about something, and she literally started swerving the car back and forth like a maniac, and then drove straight into a ditch. I got up early in the morning to let my dog out, and found my dad outside with a flashlight at the butt crack of dawn. We both went down to where the car was and called AAA. They had the car out of the brush by 10 am, and we limped it home.

The front bumper and radiator are fucked up, as is one of the front wheels. We can't even get the hood open because of the warping. We're either gonna fix up my old car for them, or they're gonna resurrect their backup car that's been sitting in their front driveway for the past two years. My mother has been moping near constantly about what she did. And it's a freaking miracle the police didn't take her away. She's gonna be trying to cut out booze by going back to energy drinks.

Later today, I'm going to be taking my dad to the DMV to hopefully get his license back. He lost it two years ago because of a DUI in a casino parking lot. The courts were extra hard on him because he was a CDL driver, and reservation police are freaking merciless. All he did was move a car across a parking lot, and he got two years without a drivers license. And even though he could have gotten the license back a month ago, he's been procrastinating because he hates the DMV. But now we're not giving him a choice.

Bad things always happen to us in clusters! My mother, who can barely handle alcohol anymore, drove home with my dad in the car. He wasn't driving because he's currently without a license. My mother got mad about something, started rage driving, and then they went off the road. Their car may be wrecked. My dad's leg is hurt. My mother had to be pulled out by firefighters. And even though she was barely coherent, the cops didn't breath test her. Now my mother is being a pill and stubbornly trying to call AAA, my dad is in pain and furious, I'm stressed to hell! It's a fucking mess! That car was their one good vehicle. The front bumper at the least is torn off. Not a clue what else is wrong till it gets pulled out. Lord almighty!

And before anybody tells me to move away like usual, I can't afford to, and they'd be screwed without me.

Keeping count of this has become almost comical. They just don't stop. Four of them recently have all been the "Your account has been put on hold" scammers. I just type back "Bloody idiot". I wonder if I do that long enough if they might take me off their auto list. But it's kinda fun to troll them back all the same.

Starting at about 9:00 am this morning, I got a call from a local phone number. I got woken up by my phone, and when I answered, I heard a girl sobbing and begging I come pick her up. And then some guy that sounded like a teenager trying to deepen his voice in the most stereotypical and fake way, started talking like a cop and saying that there was a woman with him claiming to be a relative of mine, then asked my name. I told him to tell me her name first. He wouldn't tell me, and kept trying to talk around it while calling me sir. I smelled serious bullshit because the only woman who could have been calling me like that would be my estranged entitled sister, and she's 8 hours away right now. But I didn't point that out. I told the guy that I wasn't telling my name, and I wasn't lifting a finger unless he told me the girl's name. He wouldn't do it. So I told the guy I couldn't even take him seriously with the way he sounded. He just said "Ok..." like he was moping, and hung up. Whoever they were, they called me once before a couple weeks ago and had me freaked out because I thought it was my sister back then. Not this time. What's more, they were calling from a local phone number. My sister would not be calling from a local number, because again, she's 8 freaking hours away!

Then about 1:30 before I went out on errand, I actually got a call from Alabama. The second I answered the phone, I just said "Who the hell is calling me from Alabama?!". And they hung up immediate.

Oh, but the scams aren't over. There's one more today! I got a message here on DA from a five hour old account. The TLDER of the message they sent was to say my account was on hold pending payment for selling art on DA. I don't sell art on DA. There's zero chance the message was legit. I don't spend or receive money for my art. Which means I don't need to pay. And on DA, you pay for things like core membership and shit. I don't recall needing to pay DA so I could sell stuff too. Maybe it is that way. Don't know, don't care. But the other reason the message can't be legit is that they couldn't complete the word "Verification" They separate the V from the rest of the word when spelling it. Possibly to avoid a filter. Either way it's a scam.

  heroofeiros has created the first fanart of Princess Milfy Backache. And they did an excellent job. I hope more fave and show their support. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62657598/

I didn't want to believe it. But it looks like one of my favorite Manhwas has ended. And it ended right as the comic was getting even better. The key supporting rabbit character even got turned into a hot babe. But then it suddenly ends with "I'm gonna go save Earth as a hobby". This was one of the best webcomics I've ever seen. Right up there with Solo Farming in The Tower (Which still needs to start season 2 BTW). I was REALLY looking forward to new chapters of more world saving and the hottie rabbit.... Oh well.... At least another webcomic I found a couple of months ago is set to go a long time. It's called: The Extra’s Academy Survival Guide. If anyone here doesn't know it, I highly recommend it. I also recommend reading Dungeon Rest if you haven't seen that yet either.

Well, our mother just wanted to go see my sister one last time before she leaves with our grandparents, and get this! My sister not only has a new boyfriend again, she's making our grandparents bring him along! Our mother asked her why she was doing that, and she told her it was none of her business. Our mother said it was her business, because it was her parents she was going to live with. That's when my sister muttered "Narcissistic bitch!", and it led to a fight in which our mother left crying. My sister is straight up evil, and in extreme denial. At least she's being sent off to desert nowhere with highly religious grandparents. She won't have a car, and she won't have a way to leave. She either gets a job, or.... I really dunno. But she's not gonna have a lot of options. No busses, only a few small businesses, hot during the day and really cold at night, and 75 miles from the nearest city. What's she gonna do, pack a backpack and walk? Not happening. Being that far away is exactly what she deserves right now. Yet somehow, I feel like this may still blow up in her face someday.

I mean, she had the nerve to call our mother a narcissistic bitch, when our mother was the one covering for and protecting her for so long. Let's look at my sister's history, shall we.

1: Bullied me badly when we were kids, and not only has never taken responsibility for nearly getting me killed when I was 7, but still defends shit she did to me back then. She'd admitted to me when we were kids that I was basically on her shit list since infancy, because I'd peed on her face during a diaper change. She used to hit me and said it was because she felt like it, or because I was born.
2: As a teenager, she skipped school, got into drinking, smoking and drugs, brought her shitty boyfriend into the house to have sex with him and made me keep it secret. Was also caught stealing, and bought a car and made our parents pay to fix it.
3: Is divorced because she fucked up her marriage in numerous ways, including having three affairs that we know of, one of which was with one of our own cousins, and another potentially with teenagers when she was in her 30s.
4: Lied to my face to play the victim because she still thinks I don't know the truth about her cheating.
5: Got our grandparents to sign for a fifth wheel trailer mortgage, and then left them to pay it off after utterly destroying that trailer.
6: Is a horrible mother to her kids, and was an animal and food hoarder.
7: Once told me to my face while drunk that she was just waiting for our mother to die. And even told me two years ago our mother was going to die for crossing her.
9: Has burned practically every friend bridge she's ever had.
10: Is a complete hypocrite.
11: Makes shit up and then convinces herself it's true so she can mentally not be the bad guy.
12: Has always put her biological father on a pedestal, even though the man cheated on our mother and went to prison, then ran off to Arizona when my sister was 2, and never even so much as sent a letter. She had to go looking for him 30 years later.
13: Has actively provoked our parents, just so she could blame them for shit. Our parents (Mother and stepfather) are no angels. But they look like it compared to her.
14: Has spent most of my life trying to turn me against our mother, and it nearly worked. Yet a lot of the things she claimed happened, conveniently were never when I was around. And then straight up made up shit about her to other people and spread rumors, then clammed up when I and her second son called her out on that stuff never happening.
15: Our mother has said that even as an infant, my sister just did not want to love her. She's just been a bad egg since birth.

My sister is the real narcissist. Always has been. Our mother just hardly has any fight left in her. She's been in and out of the hospital the past couple of years, needs a cane to walk even though she's only 60, and I worry she won't even make it to 70, and might have to get put in a care home. And my sister will likely play the victim after our mother dies, because I know she's hardly getting jack from the will.

I just went over to see my parents. And apparently my mother fell earlier, and I wasn't told. She hit the back of her head on concrete, and bled pretty bad. She tried walking outside without a cane, even though she has almost no sense of balance anymore, and fell. She tried to get into an Urgent Care. But they took too long, so she went home. I just went up to ironically give her a new cane I found at the thrift store, and found my dad trying to treat her with liquid bandage. It's a mess.... I told her she needs to go to a doctor tomorrow, but she's being stubborn about it.

So my parents recently had dinner with my narcissist sister that's repeatedly hit rock bottom. And my mother revealed this at dinner tonight. My sister spoke of wanting to get her cat back, and our mother had to tell her that wasn't possible. My mother said my sister was steam coming out of her ears mad when she told her I had the cat chipped and registered in my name. Then she reminded my sister that cat was raised with us. And she can't just drag it around place to place. My sister had a fit, and claimed I stole pets from her in the past. Which is not true. And our mother asked her when I did that. My sister had to think hard about it, and then claimed I stole my first dog. Which, for one thing, she didn't own. And when I got that dog, I looked for the owner, and didn't find them. And when I did find out who they were, they were crackheads who bought four of those dogs to breed, and three of them got out and ran rampant. Mine was the lucky one. He got his foot caught on our fence, and I adopted him. He was so badly mistreated that he didn't even know how to bark. And I met his previous owner years later after they'd apparently cleaned up their act, and they were not upset with me about it. They knew I had him too, and never tried to take him back. Our mother relayed most of this to my sister, and all she could really do was slump and say "Ohhh....". So yeah, the cat is staying with me. He's licking himself on my bed right now.

As a bit of bonus good news. My sister is apparently leaving with my grandparents on Monday to live at their second property in the desert 8 hours away. But I'm not gonna celebrate unless she actually goes. Fingers crossed.

My grandparents have ever been the enablers of the family. They've glossed and rugswept a lot, and act like the family should just all get along, despite what my sister and bad aunt have done. But my sister is even beyond them now. They offered my sister to come stay with them for a while, but on the condition she has to go to rehab for her drug and alcohol addictions. And it wasn't negotiable. Well, she chickened out. She'd rather be homeless than without her precious substances. Don't know how long this will last. I still think prison is what's needed to sort her out. Someplace she can't get drunk or high for a few years would be ideal. She can't stay with the woman she'd been living with the past few months anymore. They had a major falling out because that woman is even crazier than my sister. And she attacked my sister. So my grandparents helped move her back in with her last remaining friend. But supposedly she's been staying outside like a hobo. Lord, earlier today I saw a homeless woman in her 50s or so loudly ranting to herself about sexual stuff with an imaginary friend. And I can only think, that'll be my sister someday if she doesn't change.

Seriously?! Why would DC make an official comic about fart fetish?! I just learned about it from a youtube video. And it's real! And it's not even funny! I can't believe this was actually published! I'll save you all the pain of looking it up with a TLDR. Poison Ivy got embarrassed over a fart. Harley decides to break into a museum about farts to steal vintage love letters. Gets cursed by the letters. Has to chase around a foreign woman with super farts and wooden shoes. Wears Plastic Man like a body suit. Makes up with Ivy, and asks a magician to break the curse. Magician tells her she was just lactose intolerant the whole time. And she's been eating pizza and ice cream basically the whole comic. That's it. This has to be hands down the worst version of Harley Quinn I've ever seen!

Ok, so I went bowling with my best friend, and I was doing better than I had in years. It wa at a different alley I'd never been to before. We were on our second game when I got a phone call from a local number I didn't know. When I answered, I think I heard "Don't hang up!", and then it was just random garble because of the loud music in the alley. I think it was my sister calling. But before i could really say much of anything, the call cut. So I went outside and phoned my parents. They tried calling the number and got nothing. My grandparents tried calling it too. We have no idea who's phone number it was. But it had our area code. My sister might be in danger. But she's currently homeless, and we don't know where she is! My parents saw her the other day, and said she'd changed a lot. She was a lot more humble, and didn't try to say anything insulting, and even acknowledged why I hate her right now. But her abusive ex boyfriend is about to get out of prison in a month, and he literally wants to kill her. I'm just at a loss what to do.

And as soon as anything to do with my sister came up, my stress level went through the roof. I didn't even want to eat lunch. I just wanted an ice cream from Dairy Queen and go home. And then just as I was getting in my truck to leave, my pants fucking split! And I don't mean split in the but crack. They split in the crotch! I couldn't walk into any store like that. So I had to wait in the roasting truck while my friend made a couple of store stops, got my ice cream from the Dairy Queen drive through, and it melted all over my fucking hand! Now I'm back at home, and I'm about to have a migraine!

Edit: My sister has been found by our grandparents, and she's ok. Still not sure if the call came from her or not though.

Last time we tried to get rid of the trailer my sister left here for our grandparents to pay off, the dealership sent it back. We were practically tearing our hair out trying to figure out what to do. Then an older cousin of ours from California says he'll but it, because he's got a second property without a house on it. Now he's taken over the payments, and made numerous repairs. Today though, he finally hauled it out of here. He didn't take it far. But it's not on our property anymore, and it's not coming back this time. Halle-fucking-lujah! My cousin though, he kinda broke one of the rear windows on his truck turning the trailer too tight. That trailer was meant for a long-bed truck. which he does not have. But at least it's not on us to replace it.

In other good news, I finally found another pic I've been trying to find again for years. It's called Tuppermaid on FA by the artist Luna Awoona (AKA rusheloc). https://www.furaffinity.net/view/7224555/

That lost Captain Amelia pic I was trying to find before, I found it by chance by googling hentai archive sites from 2010. One of the sites had a search engine, and I typed in Treasure Planet. A few small galleries popped up, and the pic was in one of them. Wasn't exactly how I remembered it, but I'm glad I found it. I converted it to PNG, and posted it on Rule34xxx. So you can find it over there now. I thought the pic was made by Drawn-Sex. But it turned out to be another old one called Cartoon Reality. Either way, I had to go into the bowels of the internet to find this pic.

A while back due to a flashdrive failure, I lost my entire Treasure Planet file, among many others like Talespin. A decade of data lost. And there was one particular Captain Amelia pic of her and Jim Hawkins that I just cannot find. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that Jim is who I like to see Amelia with the most. I know Doppler is her husband in the canon. But he's not exactly good looking in NSFW content. But Amelia is a bombshell. And the pic I can't find is of her and Jim, doing side-position anal, and she's wearing Santa lingerie.

For some reason this pic seems to have just disappeared. I'd like to ask anyone who sees this if they happened to have it, or know where it is. And believe me, I've checked everywhere I could think of. But it's possibly been out of circulation for so long that no one may even know the image I'm talking about. I've managed to hunt down several images in the past that would still be forgotten now, if not for me. A couple of the more recent ones being a couple of milf pics from Not Ninja High School. I could have sworn the Amelia pic I'm looking for was made by Drawn-Sex. But no matter where I look, no matter what I search, this pic is just gone. Even the Wayback machine was of zero help. I suppose I could recreate the image myself. But the problem is there wouldn't be many places for me to post it. I can't post it on FA because Jim Hawkins is not considered an adult character. Which means posting it on DA, even censored, is highly risky. So just to recreate this one pic, I'd have to make it part of a whole series of new Treasure Planet images, just to post as a gallery on the other site. And it's frankly not worth it. At least not currently. Which is why I'm hoping that someone who sees this actually has that image. But I can't get my hopes up.

Had I known this image had disappeared from the internet, I'd have reposted it somewhere while I still had it. As they say, you never know what you have till it's gone.....

Edit: Just to specify. The image I'm looking for is not one I made. Just one I really liked.

Do you ever see a news story that's just so wrong it pisses you off? (Politics not included). Well I just found out that a millionaire CEO of a concrete company just stole a hat from a child at a tennis match that was gifted to the boy from one of the players. The CEO guy just ripped it out of the kid's hands, and put it in a bag. And it was caught on camera. And what does this asshole do when found out online? He doubled down. And so is his wife, who basically called it a lesson learned for the kid. Right now their company is already getting swarmed with bad reviews for this, and it's well deserved. I hope the thousands, or even millions lost in business were worth a tennis player's hat, you narcissistic assholes! Just find the kid and give the freaking hat back! That's the least you could do!

After the scare my dad gave us before of leaving in the morning when we thought he was suicidal, my mom gave him one hell of a talking to. Turns out he didn't take a gun with him like we thought. He just hid the gun because we thought we were going to take them all away. The ones I took have since been returned.

We met with my younger stepbrother yesterday, and my parents explained to him what my older stepbrother had done. https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/11202867/

Talking about it with my younger stepbrother seems to have really helped. And my dad is trying to cut back on alcohol. But he's switching to smoking weed more instead. Thankfully when he's high on weed, he's a lot mellower than when he drinks. It's not a great idea to replace one bad habit with another. But if it helps him drink less, it works.

My mom woke me up at 9:30 am, and told me my dad found one of his guns and took the car. He was gone before she was awake. He left the gun box on the coffee table. I think it's his 45. We didn't know where he went. I told her we needed to call the police, and she wouldn't do it! She's always hate calling the police! Ever since I was a kid, she wouldn't call them for stuff! She's got too much of a chip on her shoulder. And she whined he'd be in more trouble for driving without a license. I told her that I'd give him until noon to return. And if didn't, I'd call police. Well he came back. He apparently went out to get coffee. Or possibly buy booze that he hid from us since we don't want him to drink. He gave us the scare of a lifetime. I haven't gone to talk to him yet. I'm not ready to. But my heart feels like it's gonna explode. I need to take a chill pill. Literally!

Ok, so I just took my parents to my middle nephew's birthday party earlier, and everything was ok till the ride home. My dad started getting really emotional because I have to deal with drunk parents. I told him it was nothing compared to my sister. He told me how much he loves me, and really emphasized it. And then went into the house. About a half hour later my mom calls in a panic. My dad was trying to end himself. He found his guns, but he couldn't find his bullets. My mom tried to stop him, and he ended up hitting her. And then she started cutting herself again. I had to forcibly take the guns, and threatened to call 911. I told my mom the drinking needs to end. She says they both need rehab. My dad went to bed cursing and hitting the walls, and is probably crying himself to sleep as I speak. This is all because my older stepbrother decided to cut ties with us out of nowhere. Even though we're states apart and weren't really doing anything to him. My dad just wants to die, and he would have if he'd actually remembered where his ammo was. I took forcibly his 9mm and 357 magnum from him, and then basically escorted him to the bedroom. My mom says he's miserable living where we are. And he wants to leave. I would lose my home and my workshop if we left. I would have to re-home my pets, I possibly couldn't afford my truck anymore. And I couldn't afford the taxes on this property without them, let alone the power bills and home maintenance. If anything happens to them, I'm SOL....

On top of all that I had a miserable day. I had to do a dump run in blistering 98 degree heat. My eldest nephew put me through trouble just picking him up. He left his bike chained to a post at a theater, and totally forgot it was there until I made him think where he'd left it. Then he forgot the combination to the bike lock. He was supposed to have a picture of the combo on his phone, but refused to look it up because it was too slow, as he said. Then proceeded to empty his backpack three times just trying to find the keychain with the combo on it. And it wasn't there. Then he finally admitted to me he'd deleted the photo with the combo on it. I asked him why, and he said he didn't know. I called him an idiot. We spent a half hour trying to figure out the combo before he finally remembered what it was. I took a picture of it and sent it to him. The chain for the bike is also missing. It broke off, and my nephew just threw it out, even though I could have fixed it. And then he griped that the bike wasn't fast enough for him. And somehow mentally thought he should be able to pedal over 30 mph. I told him that was stupid. Then I needed to get gas. And not only was the gas station packed, this woman in a really big truck that looked like she was dressed to ride a horse, stopped at the closest gas pump, instead of the farthest one. Which is a total dick move, because I couldn't get in to use the other pump. And she just didn't give a shit. Then I had to go home, rush into the shower, and then drive my parents to the birthday party. The party thankfully went fine. But it was all downhill from there on the way home. My mother drank two beers and a half a glass of whiskey, and claimed to not be drunk. She's fucking drunk! And this isn't the first time my dad has been suicidal. He tried to drown himself once. And if things get any worse, I'm gonna have to call in a psych evaluation on my parents.

Ok, everyone who reads my journals knows that my sister is a narcissist who's lost her mind to the point we had to cut her off. Well I just learned about an hour ago that my older stepbrother has lost his mind too. He's married to a woman that's just been intent on separating him from the rest of his family. He sent us a long ranting text, and then blocked us. Here's the thing, his crazy wife aside, he's a bit of a narcissist himself. He did the thing of intentionally forgetting his wallet when eating out with family, and he was on disability for nearly 20 years because he had bad kidneys. Then in his late 30s he got a kidney transplant, and suddenly hated his life. He was comfortable with his life as it was before. His lack of kidney function was part of his identity. Then suddenly he's got a working kidney, can't eat certain foods anymore, met a woman and knocked her up when he was like 40, and then married her. He cut off his mother two years ago. She was the one who helped him the most in getting his kidney transplant. Even moved all the way to Missouri with him, because he had to spend over a year there for the surgery. And he hated it there. Now he's all of a sudden texting rants and blocking us. Granted nobody in the family is perfect. But this came out of the blue. My dad is so mad that he says that if my brother doesn't want anything to do with him, then the feeling will be mutual. He's hurting really bad now. And it doesn't help that his body is starting to give out on him. He is my stepfather, but he was the dad I needed. My bio-father was a horrible person that walked out when I was an infant. He may be my bio-father, but he's not my dad. I've always said my dad is the one who raised me. And it pains me to see him in that kind of pain. It's making him lash out, and that in turn makes my mother lash out. It's no wonder they had to take a short vacation last week. This just sucks. Now I have two siblings that lost their minds.

I'll say in advance that most of this is resolved now. But it was still a rough situation.

My mother has been more emotional lately, and we had a fight because I'd promised my best friend to haul a new fridge for him at 1:00 PM on Thursday, and then just the day before, my mother tried to get me to pick up my nephews for the fair at the day and time I was going to haul the fridge. She acted like she didn't know. But I pointed out I'd told her roughly a week earlier, two days prior, and then just the day prior. She had been told plenty of times. And she just started bawling because she hadn't seen my younger two nephews in months. I told her I'd see if I could reschedule with my friend, and called him. We changed the time to 11:00 AM so I'd have two hours to get the fridge hauled, and then go get my nephews. I called my mother back, and she was still sobbing, but happy I'd worked it out. But then she pulled another 180 after the phonecall.

Just a few minutes later my dad was at my door, because my mother told him I wasn't going to help. I told him that's not what happened at all, and explained the whole story. He was relieved, but then we had to deal with my mother. I confronted her, and she acted like I only told her I could only maybe help my friend earlier, and that it wasn't a sure thing. Then she distorted things even more. I explained what really happened, and she again claimed I hadn't warned her I'd had plans. And I told her again that I did warn her, and how many times. She got upset and went back into the house. And I went back to doing yard work.

Well I was hauling some cut down locus trees to the burn pile, and I heard her loudly ranting about me to my dad. So I cam walking right up, and she tried to deny it at first, till I told her I'd heard enough. So she doubled down and yelled at me some more. But I gave as good as I got. She tried to say I should help family first. And then I reminded her that she always said my friend &&&& is family, like my brother from another mother. And then I asked her if she only considered him family if it was convenient. She tried to say it was different, and I should prioritize my nephews. I said that I'd made a promise, and if i'd made one to her, she'd expect me to keep it. She just got madder and decided she was going to walk away to keep ranting about me without me fighting back, and went into the house while still badmouthing me. I said "Oh hell no!" and followed her in.

During our remaining fight, she again tried to say I hadn't warned her. And once more I reminded her I had. And how many times. Then she tried the old line of "What ever happened to Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother?!". She hasn't gone to church in ten years! So I reminded her that the bible also says not to provoke your children to wrath. She started freaking out and yelling "WHERE! WHERE IN THE BIBLE DOES IT SAY THAT!? WHAT CHAPTER?! WHAT PASSAGE?!". I told her I didn't know where in the bible it said it, but I know it does say it. I googled it. That's when my dad had to reluctantly defend me and say "It's true... The bible really does say that....". My mother was floored. She tried to use an age old tactic with the bible, and had no idea there was an exact counter for it.

We continued the fight, she claimed I wasn't doing enough, even though I'm literally the only one left here who can do any yard work. Both of my parents have become frail. They can hardly walk anywhere, my mother needs a cane, and my dad has been using one sometimes too. And the both of them seem in and out of the hospital lately. But I'm nearly 40 with a weak spine. I'm not getting any younger either. And they've yet to ask my eldest nephew, who's living here for free, to do any work at all. In the end we both calmed down and came to a mutual agreement. But we fought about a lot, including my mother's drinking, and past things she'd done. So she started yelling "Since when do I have to answer to you!?". I pointed out that I'm the one who has to deal with the fallout. Just the day prior i found her outside yanking at thorn bushes with a cane trying to get at a plum tree, and she fell on her butt, and I had to haul her back to her house. She didn't even remember. And now she's being bitter towards me about how much alcohol she's having lately. But we still thankfully came to a resolution, and I pointed out that we bottle things up too much, and sometimes you just have to rant and shout about it.

Going to the fair worked out ok. But my mother kept somewhat bitterly pointing out to me she was having a bottle of water with each small cup of wine. But other than that, it was fine. I ended up getting her a gift to smooth things over more. She loves broaches, and collects them. So I got her one, and she's still wearing it. However, she's still in victim mode, because she called me earlier asking if she was a bad mother. This is what she does when she wants validation. She asked me to rate my childhood with a number. I ended up being completely honest with her about some things. She wasn't a bad parent. She was just busy a lot, and my older sister was making her life hell. Eventually I managed to steer the topic into us both ranting about my narcissistic sister. And she told me something horrifying that happened when my great grandmother died in 1992. My sister was 8 or 9, and she openly said she was glad great grandma was dead. My mother was so mortified back then that she couldn't even take my sister home, and sent her to stay with my grandparents for a while. And I realized, that's why she spent so much time over there back then. In the end, we both agreed that a lot of the roots of our mental problems stemmed from our respective older sisters. My mother's older sister, and my older sister are both extreme narcissists. Both are guilty of not only being horrid people, but both have committed infidelity, both are users, both treated their younger sibling like crap, both are DARVO, etc. My bad aunt slept with an underage boy, and from what we know, my sister likely did that too. My sister still thinks I don't know she was a cheater when she was married. And it was our mother who kept me from saying anything. She manipulated me for years, and straight up made up shit about our mother. But what's worse is, she makes stuff up and then convinces herself that it's true. My mother is bipolar schizophrenic. But she at least has gotten medicated for it. My sister more than likely has the same condition, and refused to admit it, or even go see a doctor. She has no problem telling other people to go to a doctor. But the second you tell her to do it, she says she doesn't want doctors putting their ideas into her head.

Anyway, my mother and I have resolved things for now. But she's in her old "Get it done!" mode, and can't physically do more than clean a bit around her own house. So I feel like she's taking it out on me a bit. Yes I am a bit lazy. But let's see you want to go out and do that crap in blistering summer heat. My dad certainly can't anymore. He understands. My mother just had it really rough as a child. She was raised by religious workaholic parents that played favorites. So that's become the core of her personality. And at the rate both of my parents are going, I'm not sure either of them will live to 70. My mother especially.

Ok, so.... With how much I've seen curry in Japanese related stuff, I kept wondering why the stuff to make it wasn't in my local super markets. Curry Roux they call it. So I thought I'd just get on ebay to see if they had it. They did, and I bought a couple for about $11 each. But then I was in my local Winco today, and thought I'd check if they had it just for the hell of it. And it was there! The exact same stuff for $6 a box! I grabbed two, and when I got it to the cashier, she wasn't even aware they'd started carrying it. So it must have been pretty recent. Either way I'm gonna be stocked for curry to make hot winter food at home.

Yesterday my dad went into the hospital because his chest felt like it was on fire. I was extremely worried, but it looks like it might have been a massive anxiety attack. What brought it on, I dunno. But it was bad. So far he's looking to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. But the stress of it all has left me unable to do anything but eat, watch youtube, and play Paper Mario.

Some good news though. I recently started a remake of one of my old comics, Modern Parenting. Thus far what has been sketched is of far better detail, and the comic won't be so short and condensed like the original. And the mother Maria is of course sexier than ever. I tried working on page 4 of it yesterday, but recent stress made it impossible for me to get past drawing one panel. But this is a comic I really want to finish sketching in time.