D D I may have pissed my son Randy OFF!

Do I care ? Fuck NO!
I can't believe myself that I use that word so freely now.  Just the sound of it from someone else using it left a bad taste in my mouth. There was a time....when I would not use that word no matter how upset or pissed off I was. I shit you not!
Son Randy calls me at noon  today which is still Sunday...to discuss insullating under the floors of my house. Thought we discussed that with the contractor yesterday and he was going to do that, I told him.  We did, he says, BUT I've been looking online for insullation prices and I NEED TO MAKE MONEY TOO.
I BLEW UP!  Told him I just wanted it done . Kept hearing " I can do it' and I kept saying I want it done NOW. What's the difference...I end up paying you or him. I want it done now and IT ALL TO END. I want that room done and everyone GONE that doesn't have to be here.
Told him about the missing meds. OH!!!...so you are going to blame me for that now..he yells. He yelled Fuck off and hung up on me.   Well F him too!
He hasn't finished half the stuff he has started. True he has been working on  stripping Logan's room and carting off the debris to the dump in his town. Gas use ...wear and tear on his pickup truck, some back breaking labor ...even alot of back breaking labor, BUT I am at my breaking point now. I shit you not!
I'd rather pay his damned utility bills and pay my own way with contractors and the likes and GIT ER DONE!   
To add to my upset...hubby wants to get out to the back shed to start work on winterizing the pool and getting the pump drained out.  That means...I have to clear out an area for him to get in there to work on taking the pump apart after the pump is flushed out.  :0( 
THIS IS NOT how I want to spend my day... whether it's a Sunday or not!
Of course...no day will be a good day.............sigh............................

Son Randy came here from NH shortly after hanging up on me. I BELIEVE HIM!  He says he did not take these pills. He is hurt beyond hurt that I would think he did this and will be dead in his grave and still be blamed for everything wrong like has been done to him since he was a kid.  True...eight times out of TEN... Randy did it.
The rest of the kids blamed him for EVERYTHING they did too. 
A hidden camera in my room is what he suggests and a hidden camera IT WILL BE!  
 I shit you not !  I will leave the BAIT OUT!
OH and that door in her bedroom....NO MORE! The contractor was going to move the door over as the one there is over the bulkhead and stepping out onto it and using it as a stairway out back ruins the bulkhead . It weakens and pulls away from the house. Plus the fire department would not approve of this being used for safety reasons. Icy and slippery in the winter.   I/ME/MYSELF has made a decision.  That doorway will become a WINDOW  that will be approved by the fire codes ( opening size ) and in turn it will save me the expense of a storm door and stairs. Will lose less heat that way too. Wait until she sees this happening. MUMS the word until that contractor starts closing up that opening to the size of a window. I shit you not!
Gentlemen callers can come through the front door... orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr THE WINDOW.
It was handy to feed the feral cats, etc. but I can lean out the window to set down a bowl of food just as well. 

Jill and Gil went together to purchase our groceries and after she had everything put away around the 4 p.m. hour she said she was going out for a few hours and would have Gil drop her off and pick her up.  Mentioned that when she came back if I wanted to go out awhile she would watch hubby.
Immediately a vision of me sitting in the OutBack eating by myself came into my mind. Had already asked hubby if he would like to go and he declined.
She lingered inside the front door while Gil went out to the car and told me that she feels as horrible as I do about the meds being missing. She asked Gil and he DENIED taking them. At one point he was so upset he threatened hanging himself to her. ( This same mild, meek young man that I have never seen an issue with.  sighhh )  She told me she wants to get to the bottom of this too and will keep on trying. She is hurt that Randy is hurt and upset and told me to tell him so if he calls me later today.
I don't even want to think like this...but the missing money, my missing necklace and occasionally some of hubbys pain meds have been missing and it's been since Gil was rushed by ambulance to the hospital from here after his mother found him in a bad way at his dads house .  He was dehydrated from vomiting so much.  After 2 IV's of a Saline solution were given he was discharged from the E.R.   She suspected a possible attempt at suicide at that time and he has been staying here frequently since then so she can keep an eye on him.  Now she has never taken me into the FOLD and told me what is going on with him. Bits and pieces are all I have heard and learned.. A few weeks back she said she had been in contact by phone with her ex ( the ex SIL from Hell) in regards to both of them working together for the best of Gil.  He's checking cell phone records daily on his end as he pays for his cell phone under his or his wife's Plan and Jill to keep close contact with him to see how his days are being spent and with WHOM.  Today she said she has been living a living Hell with him and has been under alot of stress herself. She proceeded to tell me that his father is flying home from MS Wednesday and come next Monday he is taking him back to MS with him.  Again...NO INFO !   
Earlier ...before Randy left and while Jill and Gil were out grocery shopping we tried to figure out who had the OPPORTUNITY to search our bedroom as hubby is almost always IN IT and to place the time I last knew for cetain that the pills were there. It came down to...the day he and I took hubby to the V.A. to have his stitches removed ( Thursday the 29th ) and Gil was left here alone for an hour and a half. Jill was working.  
Sad for him and sad for her that my grandson has a serious problem.

    Around 5 p.m. I asked Gil if he had seen Cash. "NO."  I was going to ask him if he would take him into his mother's bedroom with him so I could rest awhile without hearing him tearing through the house or jumping up on my bed.  .I figured he was sleeping somewhere and thought no more of it.  Hubby and I had been watching old reruns of Three's Company , one after another and I dozed off. Woke a few hours later to a still quiet house and immediately I thought of Cash again and hollered out to Gil asking him if he was with him. " NO"   Then the hunt began . The only door to the outside that was open was the one to the back yard in the parlor.  Gil and I looked high and low inside the house and kept calling. Cash doesn't answer to his name, but we kept calling and hoping. Inside and out...HOPING against HOPE that he was sleeping somewhere. Gil took a walk up the end of the street calling out occasionally. HE ALSO kept trying to call his mother's cell phone to let her know what was happening and maybe hopefully she could come home and help search. She wasn't answering her cell phone. WHAT'S NEW!   Eventually she did call him back while he was on his way to go knock at the VFW door as I suggested... I say eventually as he must have called her a dozen times. Maybe she put two and two together that something was up.  Not many minutes after Gil headed to the VFW he was back pulling into the driveway. She was right behind him in another car... A WHITE CAR...THE CAR MARK her old beau uses of his employers. :0(   BARF! 
 Cash knows her voice :0) Her...I was happy to see.   While they are out searching the neighborhood and asking neighbors if they had seen Cash a neighbor on another street that Logan goes to school with took him in. Don't know how they contacted Jill...maybe brought him to the house or they saw them searching.
At 8:30 they came through the door with Cash and I asked her how he got out. " Someone let him out " she said with a slight smile/smirk on her face as she passed me by to go into the bathroom. I hollered over to Gil, " did you let him out?"  "Not me" , he said. "Me either", I said.  Followed by, " that's exactly what someone does when they just paid $21 online last night to register his implanted number and another $13 for an ID Tag with our phone number on it." I had found the info the vet gave her on one of the counters that I was cleaning off yesterday. She NEVER mentioned to me that his micro chip number needed to be recorded into a National Data Base type thing. Yep....it was my money that bought the dog, my money that paid for all his puppy shots, worming and all that good stuff, check ups, xrays, meds, skin parasite meds, only to let him out to run the streets.  Oh why am I trying to justify myself to you................. OR HER...or anyone.
If she was seriously insinuating that I LET THAT DOG OUT...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
She did say a few minutes later that in the daylight she will be searching the perimeters of the back yard fence.  :0) and I am SURE she will find the hole he dug!  I shit you not!
Sooooooooooooo Mark is standing there...I gave a short hello and she hadn't taken off her sweatshirt and looked like she was leaving again. "You going out again", I asked. Just out in the yard awhile she said. Well ...it's 9:50 and I was just down that end of the house and saw Gil heating up frozen pizza. We talked about this dog thing and I told him that she was accusing me of letting Cash out from the smirk on her face like she KNEW IT ALL.  He said, " that's the booze talking nana." She is drunk . She called Logan and told him his fucking dog was missing. I said, ma, ma,what are you doing? Poor Logan didn't need to get woken up and upset. He has school tomorrow.
sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
After that talk, I went to the front door, switched on the outside light. WHITE CAR GONE AND NO JILL.  Wasn't ready to quit drinking for the night.  Ohhhhhhhhhh I forget! She has what??? Alot on her mind.... stress.... WTF...I DON'T ?
Just went to that end of the house again for a SECOND piece of apple pie ( it isn't even my fave ):0( and Gil is now in his bed in the parlor. TV left on in her room. Asked him why. Mom told me to leave it on for her. I can't believe she took off again.  HIS WORDS.
To which I said...when you have a problem... you will do anything.
If she brings that SOB home with her and I hear him in her room...someone is going to get embarrassed and it isn't going to be me.  It won't be her either....hell I know that she is beyond that.  I've entertained the thought of making her haunts a PIT STOP for myself....to embarrass her . Just as quickly I've thought what would it solve followed by WHO THE HELL WOULD BE HOME WITH HUBBY.  ?????????????????????????????????????????
It's time to try to get a few hours of unbroken zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's. 10:10 p.m.
Tomorrow ( Monday ) brings the rounds of people coming for hubby begins anew and the roof begins to be stripped. Oh and also a building inspector will be here to give his okay to pour a form on top of the Base/Footing...whatever it's called. My brain is tired.  G'nite!

Monday....and my morning began early. Hubby woke sometime around five complaining of 
severe pain in his legs. I got out of bed and gave him two of those older pills. Climbed back into bed but couldn't fall back to sleep. Made my coffee and started to read the blogs I try to keep up with and even found a few new from Amimental's blog.  Life Is Not Bubble Wrapped made me smile and remember those early motherthood days and daily struggles as a young wife and mother.
A woman named Jill is the writer of that blog and Jill if you are reading....you are doing wonderfully as a wife and mom. I shit you not! Son Randy came at seven to prepare for the Inspector. Strung red flags around the excavation , posted the permits etc. , made a call to get a dumpster here before noon and it's HERE before eleven. :0)  Inspector came and approved so the next step can be done.  It was raining heavy this morning....and guess what...CASH got out and Gil had to chase him all over the neighborhood. Back inside and he escaped again three more times before it was figured out he could push her screen door forward enough at the bottom as it's hooked shut with a hook and eye.  No trace of how he escaped....until you see it with your own eyes.  Not only that... later when she began to get the pool ready for closing she found him under the shed and guess what???? he has a hole dug and can get into the neighbors yard and OFF HE GOES!  You can't see the hole . It's behind the shed and the shed sits very close to the property line. Hoodini is what he should have been named. That or FLASH cause he runs like a flash once he is free.
P.T. Deb came and did her thing with hubby at eleven. I had to wake him at nine. He was in the same position as when he fell back to sleep around five.  Made me nervous every time I glanced over at him and I would watch for his chest to rise and fall.  sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh
While Deb worked with him, I stripped the bed and changed it. Darling Ginger puked on the blanket during the night. :0( 
   A couple of workers are working on the forms and Randy has the siding on three sides of the house stripped off and is going strong. :0)
   Gil asked for Tylenol this morning and again awhile ago. He isn't offering to do anything.
Jill told me this morning she is keeping a close eye on him and he is upset with her that she is watching his every move.
I think...no I don't think ..... I KNOW who has been taking hubby's meds and took those 168 ( his months supply ) of oxycodone 5 mg each.  Another SHOCKER!  I shit you not!  Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Gil would take illegal drugs.   JUST GOES TO SNOW YA!  Sad, sad, sad.
I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy and did not wish it on my daughter Jill like she has thrown at me when she was drunk. His father wanted his son to raise ( even offered to buy him from my daughter..Like in how much money do you want? 10K 20K ..just name your price.  No, I'm not joking. Gilby was 9 when they divorced. He wanted him at any price and Logan, well he never did bond with Logan. Later... both sons became possessions to him.  This IDJUT even took a naked picture of the three of them when Logan was a baby and Gilby protested to no avail.  It's dads way or the highway. Then the idjut put it on his computer. To this very day...he will deny it and did so to the courts and guardian ad litum and any other person involved in their messy divorce. 
What does that say about THIS FATHER? I'm no psycholgist, but I think it is SICK. Especially so where the nine year knew what was going on and was protesting having his picture taken NUDE!
Wellllllllllll... he bribed that certain son any chance he got to come live with him. Gave him the "I'm lonely" line. I have no one and your mom has Logan and you. Bought him EVERYTHING . I mean every toy no matter what the cost. FOR HIS HOUSE ONLY!  Then it was motorbikes and entering him in motorbike races telling him he was going to become the best paid and well known motorcross racer EVER. Come live with me.  He put him up to doing bad things when he was living here. I heard the illegal tape she made of a call between father and son. You are not trying hard enough he screamed at him. This when his shennagins failed to get my daughter to give her ex parental custody.  Do this...do that he screamed.  If you don't come live with me..LOGAN WILL BECOME MY FAVORITE SON.... I heard crying from Gilby ( it sounded like his heart was broken into tiny pieces ) when his dad said that to him.  Then I heard these words from Gilby , " don't you love me anymore dad"? You don't know what love is the ex SIL from Hell screamed back at him.  Mind you...Gilby was eleven then.  To add more pain to his sons suffering he told him that his prized Mustang was going to be Logans too. This after he had told Gilby from before an age that he could understand that the MUSTANG would be his someday.
At age thirteen Jill heard Gilby out as to the reasons  why he wanted to live with his father and she relented thinking maybe this was what her son needed. 
I can still hear that kid saying, ' dad will kick me in the butt if I do any wrong." 
Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  He taught you well Gilby. He taught you that laws are made to be broken. That's  your dads words and phylosophy.  He taught you how to cheat. He taught you all the ways he got around to doing illegal things. Cheat ..EVERYONE including the mother of your kids.  LIE,LIE , LIE, like Hell. Never admit the truth.
Jill told her ex back then, " don't ruin him and leave it to me to pick up the pieces."  He had him working for him under the table in a few business ventures for cheap money that he tossed to him . Gilby never learned that you have to work hard to get ahead. No monies paid into Social Security yet. Dad always said... he would take care of him.  He just might have to. I shit you not! Once he got Gilby to come live with him he began his Internet Dating and Gilby was left home alone many a night, even days and a few times a week and told to lie about it.
Let go of this hate for her ex like my daughter tells me I should....I think NOT!
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 I was going to pay for an expensive security camera setup for inside the house. If he leaves with his dad for MS next week, I may not have to. Still...it still might be WELL WORTH IT to something like that. Have other grands growing up.  sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Randy was still smarting from the hurt he felt of being even remotely accused of taking something from us when he came here this morning. Jill said she talked to him and he is okay now.
 I wonder.
My son Larry would love to hear this story. He predicted long ago that Gilby would end up behind bars.  Dad had paid his way out of some scrapes when he was much younger. My son was friends with the Ex SIL from Hell before and after the divorce. They did all types of sporting things together. Motorcycling, scuba diving , flying, were just a few.  It took my son a long time to see him for what he really was. AN ASSHOLE and he still refers to him as an ASSHOLE to this day.
I would not like or be happy to see him laugh and say, I TOLD YOU SO!
Truely, I hope Gilby straightens himself out.
If you saw him you would not notice anything unusual about him. Dresses in jeans and a nice T shirt or sweatshirt. No gang stuff. No wild tatoos or piercings. He does have a couple of tatoos. One on his arm. FAMILY and another on a shoulder... his last name. Regular haircut. 
You just never know what is inside of someone. Even your loved ones. sighhhhhhhhh

It's three p.m. Hubby has nodded off.  Shame on me...I'm not showered and dressed yet.
He's taken care of...I have no place special to have been, but I may go out with Tracie for awhile after she gets back from Framingham...IF JILL WILL STAY HOME. After all...she worked her ass off taking apart the pool pump and all the other not so fun stuff involved in closing up a pool. Surely that deserves having a drink or two or three or four....... :0(
It's time to stop procrastinating and get showered.  Looking at hubby sleeping on that bed is not giving me incentive, BUT .... I need to wash my dirty ass. I shit you not!

That's All Folks!