Whew, its been a while!

Spin got the best of me. They made me GM in January, and have had one day off sence, well, that is until I quit.

Another blog.

Went to visit Dad today. Vivian is such a BITCH! She ask me where that picture was.

I said, "What Picture?"

"The one you took when you were here the last time."

"I dont know what u are talking about. Which picture?"

"I wrote it down in my book that you have it."

"Which picture?"

"The one of your dad and grand dad."

"I dont have that picture. I never took it"

She rolled her eyes at me like, "I know im right and ur lying."

The conversation changed when dad entered the room. We had the same conversation 3 or 4 times - mostly small talk, but thats ok. I can have them over and over just like its the first time.

We (Dad, Patrick, and I) walked out on the porch. She never comes out there. She stays inside.

While I am outside, I call Sandy to find out what is going on with that picture. She says that one day when Jimmy was there, he told dad that he watned that picture and dad tood it down and gave it to him. Sandy was going to make copies and get the original back to dad, but she says she does not have time. She says she has told her over and over that Jimmy has the pic, but because she wrote it down in her book that I have it, you cant tell her anything different. What probably happened is Dad told her that she gave it to Jimmy, but said my name instead. He has always done that - got our names mixed up. Even Jimmy had told her that he has the pic.

In a few minutes, she comes out so sweet asking if I have a tape recorder. She keeps a journal and says it would be easier for her to record it on tapes instead of writing it down. I tell her I have one and would be glad for her to use it. While she had her head poked out on the porch, I told her I called Sandy to find out what was up with that pic. She explains the whereabouts of the pic, and I relay that to her. She makes the comment, "Well, I have it in black and white that YOU have it, and there is a nigger in the woodpile somewhere." As she is withdrawing her head back, I ask "what was that supposed to mean?". She did not reply, just went back inside. Patrick went in at that point and tried to apologize for the mixup. He told her that we did not take anything, that he as been with me every time we have been here and confirmed that we did not take it. She starts screaming at him that she knows what she has written down, and why would she make shit up? She is also going off about all of us are out to get her.

I am still on the porch and although I can't hear exactly what she is saying, I do hear her screaming. I just tell dad we have to go. When he asks why, I tell him because I dont want to have to listen to her. I open the door, and ask patrick if he is ready to go. As I am leaving, I said to her "be sure to write down in ur book im leaving empty handed!"