Amos Stevens
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Sorry to hear about your finiancial problems..just heard from someone I know online who is about to get thrown out on the street 
Where's TD?
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Amos Stevens said:Sorry to hear about your finiancial problems..just heard from someone I know online who is about to get thrown out on the street
Not quite there yet, although I am looking at some prime real estate under the Gardiner Expressway, just in case.
I have so many more expenses at the moment than just those I budgeted for when I moved in. I wasn't expecting to have to take Lipitor, for example, at $75 per month refill. And going to aikido and the chiropractor means I need a bus pass, so that's $100 per month. Now that I've got the bicycle fixed, I still can't use it for transportation because I need a new lock for it - another 80 bucks I don't have. The chiropractor visits cost $100 per month, and now it looks like I have to get therapeutic massage for my back injury - $70 per week for three or four weeks.
I know absolutely that I was short at least $2500 over the past two months (that's how much I had to borrow against my line of credit to make sure all of my bills were paid), and still don't have enough money to pay down the line of credit to ensure I have a sufficient balance for the next shortfall.
My temp agency hopes to have something for next week; the long term contract I was hoping would come my way seems to have evaporated, and the folks who made me put in some invoices before their year-end are refusing to let me have the cheques until the work is fully completed. It seems they don't trust me to get the work done if I get paid in advance. I get advance pay from other clients, and they don't seem to have a problem with it, but these clients won't budge. I don't want to drop them because I do get regular work from them, but still, they ought to know me well enough by now to understand that I don't cheat.
I'm looking for an idea I can run with to write a screenplay. Any suggestions?
Jules said:Sorry to hear you are having trials in life too. I do hope things get better for you.
Thanks, Jules. Not to sound like a greedy, money-grubbing offspring, but... I'm hoping my father does sell the house sooner rather than later. I'll be getting a chunk of the proceeds, and it won't come a moment too soon. I'm still having sleepless nights about where I'm going to find the $3,000 I owe on taxes for last year.
-TD, looking around her place and wondering what she's got she can sell on eBay
Lollipop
Banned
http://www.eurunion.org/legislat/agd2000/agd2000.htm
did you try this?
did you try this?
Thanks, Lollipop! I did a quick read-through, and it still doesn't answer my questions, for example: how are members elected to the Parliament? It looks like the President and Vice Presidents are elected from within those sitting in Parliament, so that puts a kink in my story line that I'm going to have to adjust, now.
I prefer writing the story first and doing the research later, but it's proving to be a bit of a problem. Grr.
I prefer writing the story first and doing the research later, but it's proving to be a bit of a problem. Grr.
Lollipop
Banned
TDWoj said:
http://www.mincom.gov.ma/english/generalities/state_st/chamber.html
http://dmoz.org/Society/Government/Parliaments_and_Legislatures/
http://www.parliament.uk/commons/lib/research/rp2004/rp04-050.pdf
you have probably looked at these, just thought I would try!
Good Luck!
But I do appreciate the links, Lollipop - I hadn't been able to find them myself. It's just that there's a lot of material to sift through, and I don't seem to be finding the answers to the questions - or, actually, the answers are there, they just don't seem to be as clear as I need them to be.
From what I've found, though, I think I can get away with the bad guy sitting as a representative for Austria, someone that various papers in Europe report as being on track to become the next President (with help from the CIA, unbeknownst to the rest of the sitting members of Parliament). I just have to figure out how that's going to work....
I guess I know what I'm going to be doing this weekend! Research! And the weather has suddenly decided to turn nice! Just my luck.
From what I've found, though, I think I can get away with the bad guy sitting as a representative for Austria, someone that various papers in Europe report as being on track to become the next President (with help from the CIA, unbeknownst to the rest of the sitting members of Parliament). I just have to figure out how that's going to work....
I guess I know what I'm going to be doing this weekend! Research! And the weather has suddenly decided to turn nice! Just my luck.
TD is at home, at the end of her tether, as far as her father is concerned.
He came home from the hospital last week, and was upset because the Continuing Care people hadn't supplied him with home nursing. This anger escalated through the next two phonecalls, and on Monday morning he called me, demanding that I make calls on his behalf, or else he was going to call a lawyer or go to the news media, etc. etc.
I spent the whole day yesterday - when I should have been working - making all these phone calls, and the upshot was that what he told me had happened and what "they" (various "they") told me happened diverged at several points.
I know what my father is like. I know he can take one thing from one conversation, put something else from another conversation, meld them together and come up with something so far off the sphere of reality it leaves people around him completely baffled.
I gave him a report on what the results of all my phone calls were. Unfortunately, I made one off the cuff remark that he ended up dwelling on all night, and first thing this morning he called me again. He was ranting and raving that he was going to sue Continuing Care for calling him a terrorist, he was going to have their asses, he was ****ing going to "get" them all for treating him like a second class citizen, etc. etc.
When I tried to calm him down, he accused me of being on "their" side, that I was no longer his daughter, and he'd be damned if he ever spoke to me again.
This isn't the first time this kind of thing has happened with him, although he's been mostly okay the past five or six years.
However, I can't deal with this any more. I am sick to death of his abuse, his threats, his paranoia, his capacity to twist things into alternate realities. I am sick to death of giving up my life for him, only to be on the receiving end of foul language and hatred whenever I try to do my best by him.
I can't do this any more.
I can't.
He came home from the hospital last week, and was upset because the Continuing Care people hadn't supplied him with home nursing. This anger escalated through the next two phonecalls, and on Monday morning he called me, demanding that I make calls on his behalf, or else he was going to call a lawyer or go to the news media, etc. etc.
I spent the whole day yesterday - when I should have been working - making all these phone calls, and the upshot was that what he told me had happened and what "they" (various "they") told me happened diverged at several points.
I know what my father is like. I know he can take one thing from one conversation, put something else from another conversation, meld them together and come up with something so far off the sphere of reality it leaves people around him completely baffled.
I gave him a report on what the results of all my phone calls were. Unfortunately, I made one off the cuff remark that he ended up dwelling on all night, and first thing this morning he called me again. He was ranting and raving that he was going to sue Continuing Care for calling him a terrorist, he was going to have their asses, he was ****ing going to "get" them all for treating him like a second class citizen, etc. etc.
When I tried to calm him down, he accused me of being on "their" side, that I was no longer his daughter, and he'd be damned if he ever spoke to me again.
This isn't the first time this kind of thing has happened with him, although he's been mostly okay the past five or six years.
However, I can't deal with this any more. I am sick to death of his abuse, his threats, his paranoia, his capacity to twist things into alternate realities. I am sick to death of giving up my life for him, only to be on the receiving end of foul language and hatred whenever I try to do my best by him.
I can't do this any more.
I can't.
Amos Stevens
New Member
I know it ain't easy TD,but either you have to TRY not to let your dad get to you-by letting his words roll off your back(not easy-but consider his health & his age & know he has always been like this & ain't going to change now) or you have to just let him contact you when he wants someone to complain too..and just sit there & be someone for him to talk to but tell him that there is only so much that you can do
Amos Stevens said:
All wise words - hard to digest when one is feeling so awful.
I have never been able to figure out why my father hates me so much. It takes an episode like this for all of his rage and hatred, which is always simmering just under the surface, to boil to the top and explode in my face.
My health has suffered; my life has suffered - anything meaningful and satisfying that I could have done with my life, he thwarted when I was younger, and now that I'm middle-aged, his means of destroying me, though limited to making me feel like a piece of ****, are just as effective.
A weird side-effect of all this was that this morning, after he told me I was no longer his daughter, that I was evil and arrayed with the forces of evil against him, I went out for a bit of a walk, and I realised after a few minutes what it was I was looking for - I was looking for someone to help.
I couldn't find anyone to help, so I came home.
I do feel sorry for him because I know it must be terribly frightening to be old and start losing one's independence. He gave up driving his car last year, and this year, with all the 60th anniversary of the liberation of Europe celebrations going on on TV, he was feeling underappreciated for the time he spent in concentration camp.
But that doesn't give him the right to verbally abuse me - or anyone else, for that matter.
My aikido sensei once said that as one gets older, the veneer of civilisation peels away until the true essence of the person is revealed.
Well, in my father's case, his true essence is that of a bitter, angry, hateful man. I love my father, because he's my father; but truthfully, I don't like him very much.
Storm said:
I appreciate your thoughts, Storm, and I really wish things would improve, but it isn't very likely, not at this late stage in the game.
Arguments are one thing; disagreements can be resolved, eventually, especially if there is real love between the parties. But verbal abuse is different - it's intended to damage, and the result is the same as if he took a piece of lumber and clobbered me with it. The only difference is, the scars aren't visible.
He'll get over being angry, and eventually realise he hasn't got that many people in his life that he can afford to lose any of them right now, including me. Then he'll be all nice-nice and lovey-dovey, until the next time I do something to disappoint him, and then the truth about how he feels about me will come out again.
I got corrected in aikido class tonight, and it was all I could to restrain myself from saying, "I can't do it because I'm a stupid piece of ****." I managed to get past it, although tears were very close to the surface.
I know you must miss your father, and it's a terrible thing when they are taken before you're ready to let them go, especially if there are unresolved issues, or the missed opportunity to say, I love you, dad, one more time. But my father well and truly hates me for reasons I've never discerned, and there is no making up with him until and unless he tells me why, and I know he never will, because he'll never admit that he does.
I didn't think this week could get any worse; well, it didn't, but it almost did.
Some kind of delay on the King Street streetcar line had me waiting too long for a street car to get to aikido class, so I scurried home and got my bicycle, and rode it to the dojo.
I was five minutes late, so I scurried in, changed, and was on the mat... and then suddenly realised I hadn't brought in my purse. I scurried out and... it was still there (oh, thank goodness). Wallet was still there, too.
Catastrophe averted.
Except, on my way home from class, I pulled another muscle in my back from riding the bike.
I'm under a curse, I am.
ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!
Some kind of delay on the King Street streetcar line had me waiting too long for a street car to get to aikido class, so I scurried home and got my bicycle, and rode it to the dojo.
I was five minutes late, so I scurried in, changed, and was on the mat... and then suddenly realised I hadn't brought in my purse. I scurried out and... it was still there (oh, thank goodness). Wallet was still there, too.
Catastrophe averted.
Except, on my way home from class, I pulled another muscle in my back from riding the bike.
I'm under a curse, I am.
ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!
Amos Stevens
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I'm soooooo sure TD that if someone had found your purse on your bike that they would have brought it right into to ya And stole your bike & left ya one with a motor!
(well we can dream can't we)
And stole your bike & left ya one with a motor!(well we can dream can't we)
I wish... actually, I like my purse - it was a very expensive (well, for me, expensive) purse that I was lucky to get on sale, so I would be very sad to lose it (and its contents!).
As for the bike - well, it's a wreck, but it gets me there. I'm not sure I'd want a moped or a scooter.
As for the bike - well, it's a wreck, but it gets me there. I'm not sure I'd want a moped or a scooter.