Okay, now I'm tired...
After all the "fun" when I got home and all my catching up with all that happened online while I was gone, my head hurts.
'Course, that could be from thinkin', too... What I'm gonna do is tie up the loose ends I'm aware of with this post. I read all the email and comments and made a few notes of things people had asked about, then, in looking for a particular post of Rob's for Cat, I saw some things that I'd read as Rob wrote them, but in hindsight are MUCH more striking. I can make that part easy for ya.Just read all of June and the ones he deleted that I found for him.
Those are posted here on June 20th, I think. Just see what he was saying and see what you think. Now, at the top of my page of notes are two songs.
One was playing on a looptape in my head as I drove home.
The other kept intruding like some kind of advertisement for "Liveyhood". You won't even need to guess which one is which...
Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshineMan, just reading those lyrics made me cry again. I miss y'all, Cat....
A young boy steals his daddy's fishin' line
An alligator lays on the banks of a river bed
And if you didn't know any better you'd swear he's dead. Now these are a few things I'm in love with
A small part of the reason I go back
To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia
Now if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track. And you ain't just whistlin' Dixie
You ain't just slappin' your knee
I'm a grandson of the southland boys
An heir to the Confederacy. You ain't just whistlin' Dixie
'Cause the cattle call's callin' me home
So put me down there where I wanna be
Plant my feet with Robert E. Lee
Bury my bones under a cypress tree
And never let me roam. And you ain't just whistlin' Dixie
You ain't just slappin' your knee
I'm a grandson of the southland boys
An heir to the Confederacy. Cotton balls gleam and the cow gives cream
For the baby's sake
Pa comes in full of gin
And he's mean as a rattlesnake. And if the well runs dry
and we cry and cuss the garden hose
Mama draws a bucket full of creek water
Just to wash our clothes. Now these are a few things I'm in love with
A small part of the reason I go back
To Carolina, Mississsippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia
Now if you think I'm happy down there you're on the right track...
Lots. *coupla minutes later* Now for the other one...
One way or another, I'm gonna find yaBet that song gave Rob the heebie-jeebies. Didn't used to affect me one way or the other, except that when I heard it before all this shit, I'd always think, "They have a law against that kinda thing now. My, haven't times changed..." Now?
I'm gonna get cha, get cha get cha, get cha
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna get cha, get cha get cha, get cha
One day maybe next week I'm gonna meet cha,
I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meet cha I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
I'll see who's around One way or another, I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get cha, get cha get cha, get cha
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'll get cha, I'll get cha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet cha, meet cha,
meet cha, meet cha One day maybe next week
I'm gonna meet cha,I'll meet cha And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hangin' round One way or another
I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
A slip of the hip or another
I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya I'll trick ya
One way or another
I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya
Trick ya, trick ya
One way or another
I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who you call
Lead you to the supermarket
Check out some specials and rap
Then get lost in the crowd One way or another
(Where I can see it all
Find out who you call)
I'm gonna get cha, I'll get cha
I'll get cha, get cha, get cha, get cha...
Now I hear it and see her in my mind.
It's fuckin' twisted.
Or, she is... one. Anyway, this may not "flow", but I will, right outta this chair, if I don't go to bed, but I wanna at least get this caught up so that maybe I can get to the cool stuff with Cat and Nancy when I wake up... next month.
*grin* So... here we go. First thing was the story about the after-after party that V-man wanted to have at the Exchange.
Seems they couldn't do that because there had been a fire there a few days before.
So, he and all the people with him, of which Livey was not one, went to another bar waaaay down the street. It took her a while, but she found them by looking in every bar window on the street til she found them. Now, I wasn't there at the bar, but I've heard this story from about 47 friggin' people who were, so I believe it... ("one way or another...") That chilled a few of them, as it did me each time I heard it. Another thing I heard repeatedly from various, very trustworthy sources was that Miss Thing was telling all of Rob's family that they were "in love" and bf/gf when he passed. ............? *siiigh* Man, she can't even leave his MEMORY alone. Again... twisted. Someone asked why Sam asked her to be there if Livey is so... let's say "bentheaded".
Because Sam didn't know all that has happened between Livey and Rob lately. Sam told me herself she hadn't known about what Livey did and how her father felt about it AND Livey.
But, once she found out.... Immediately following, it was made clear that Livey was NOT going to be allowed into the Crackerbox ever again and since the key was missing from under the mat and it wasn't yet known that Dave had it, the locks were changed. I saw the replacement locks sitting on the couch. Also, I've been told twice since I got home that she's also been forbidden from contacting anyone in the family ever again.
As it should be. Yes, Jennifer was at the service.
She was subdued and respectful enough that I didn't even notice her.
Of course, she'd have had to have been IN FLAMES for anyone to notice her next to Livey.
Gawd...
*shudders* Another little thaaang Miss Livey did was to call Catfish Manor while I was sitting right there and proceed to give Nancy a buncha shit on my behalf, as it were.
Talking about me like she's still in high school, she was.
Didn't catch a single "hint" Nancy said, didn't get that that was unnecessary bullshit, but that's okay.
The rest of us did.
Dipshit.
(See what I mean about she'll destroy herself faster and better than I could? All I need to do is sit back, watch and LAUGH. She never disappoints, does Miss Thing. Always does the exact, crazy thing she's expected to do... *shaking head*) Two other tiny points, then I've got to go to bed before I pass out.... If you didn't get that email/drafted post I sent out, that doesn't mean, by ANY means, that I don't respect your opinion.
It means either you've managed to keep clear of this shit and I don't wanna be the one to get you involved or I forgot you'd wanna see it. Only people I ain't sending it to are the F.O.L.... Friends Of Livey. Which leads me to my last point... The word "enabler" was slung around quite a bit for the last month or so of Rob's life.
People were accused of it who never even THOUGHT of enabling, much less GOADING, Rob into dying.
What I find the most ironic is that those FOL's are the BIGGEST enablers I've ever seen. How they can know the shit she's done to Rob, both when he was here with us and now that he's not, and still support her, still come out with that "awww, poor widdle Wivey" shit is beyond me, but if you wanna talk about actions that support a given bad behavior... jeezus man.
Look no further than her comments.
Sometimes I really wonder of that many people can be that clueless or if she maybe writes 'em all herself, like the editors of NatLamp used to do. And, yeah, I know there are some people who just always wanna root for the "underdog", but Christ man... most times "crazydogs" get put to sleep, ya know? Cheering on, supporting and condoning that kinda behavior is reprehensible. It's like those people who were prosecuted for cheering on the rape in "The Accused". I just hope those FOL's had as much fun as those dipshits in that bar.
Watching someone put another human being through a bunch of shit they didn't want to be out through and made it CLEAR they didn't wanna be put through and cheering it on, supporting the prepetrator... How soulless can a person, or group of people, be?
You fucks shoulda come to the service.
You'd all have had ORGASMS over her behavior there, if you think she's so wonderful being the way she is.
Goddamn, man. Hell, even that guy she showed up with, by the end of the night, is reported to have been saying what a loon she is and shit. Now, when your own "body guard" or personal champion begins to notice that yer nuts, it ain't just my imagination, now is it?
Hardly.
No matter how much you may wish it was. *thinks a minute* Okay.
I b'leve that's it for now.
I covered all the shit I noted and posted those two songs that're stuck in my head and I think I'm gonna go sleep for about a year now. Oh yeah... I boiled some peanuts.
They were okay, but needed more salt, so I put water back over them, added some salt and am lettin' 'em soak.
Since they're not being boiled again (because the peanuts are already cooked well enough), I think I'll let 'em soak some more. Is there any such a thing as a "too salty" peanut anyway?
Hope not.... *smile... make that tired smile* 'Night, y'all...
Sleep well, thanks for everything and, as usual, I wish you... Peace 'Bout two minutes later....
Oops... one more factoid...
It's actually 75-something miles from my house to Cat's.
That's seven hundred, fifty-something.
I forget the last number.
But, it's less than a 9, I know that much.
Probably less than a 5, actually, or I'd have rounded up to make the (contemptable) math easier.
Comments
Posted by: Ruth at July 03, 2006 06:31 AM (kqTXB)
Of course, she'd have had to have been IN FLAMES for anyone to notice her next to Livey.
ROFL. You kill me sometimes.
I'm glad everyone is seeing the light regarding Livey and her special brand of bullshit.
Posted by: Chablis at July 03, 2006 07:14 AM (tMoUV)
Posted by: Lisa at July 03, 2006 07:52 AM (4fWxq)
Glad you survived it without having to confront her shit. Most interesting to me was her escort. I wondered who was going to take her in on this trip. She was unusually silent on that score. Seems a mite contradictory that the "greiving alleged gf" shows up with yet another guy to the funeral. I almost can't wait to see how she's going to spin this....
Anyway thanks for the updates and I'm looking forward to hearing about some of your more pleasant memories of the trip.
Posted by: Libby at July 03, 2006 09:18 AM (DGO1F)
Posted by: Catfish at July 03, 2006 09:23 AM (4UGej)
Posted by: Mike at July 03, 2006 12:11 PM (CJdjW)
Posted by: Ruth at July 03, 2006 01:09 PM (kqTXB)
Granted, even after you told me, I still wasn't sure who you are because I didn't hear ya clearly either time you told me the name of your blog.
Therefore, even if I had ever figured it out, I wasn't gonna out ya about it.
Especially not after I was told that even you said she's a nutjob and seemed to have regretted getting involved with her.
Now, though, yer making me wonder again by seeming to defend her still...
(Especially that other comment you left... man.)
Now, about this one...
V-man invited everybody, including memebers of Rob's family, to go to the Exchange.
I know this because they're the ones who were wondering if it'd even be open because of the fire.
So, please, don't let Livey make you think that she had some kinda "special" invite to the thing.
And, from the way it was related to me by several people the next day, about how she "found" them at the other bar, yeah, it woulda been better if she'd have given up, instead of peering into the front window of every bar on the street til she found 'em.
Without exception, every person who told me the story was, at least, "squicked out" by her "stalking every bar til she found us." This was related to me with disgusted expressions on faces and more than once with the implication that the bar they finally settled in had been far enough away from the Exchange that they had hoped they were safe from her.
Not YOU, so much, but HER.
So far, no one, in speaking to or emailing me, has written you off as a lost cause as far it goes with being there with her.
If it's true that you were beginning to see the truth, go with it, my friend. Go with it.
So far everybody just feels bad for you that you got sucked in to the extent you did. They all, to a person, hope you manage to extricate yourself from her before it's too late and you learn the hard way, as Rob and so many others have, about her by her hurting you.
But, it's on you, Bud... do whatever ya want.
You're a big boy. You can make up your own mind.
For myself, I just wonder how you felt being used as an alleged "body guard" for her against ME, a female.
Didn't you think that was just a little ridiculous?
Did it never occur to you that if she was so correct in her way of thinking and that I'm so "wrong" and "evil" that Rob's friends and family mighta handled me, if there was anything to handle?
WHY did she feel a need to drag an outside person there with her?
Could it have been because she KNEW no one there would "defend" her agaisnt me because they KNOW the truth about it?
Hmmmm... kinda makes ya wonder, doesn't it?
Dude, you've been suckered into a hell. A hell that you wanna gitcher ass out of as soon as humanly possible and fuck "gracefully". Ain't nuthin' about that woman "graceful", so screw that idea.
Just, if you give a half a shit about yourself, get yourself out of there NOW.
'Cause if not, I promise you, she WILL make you regret that you didn't, sooner than later.
I, personally, don't know you, don't give a shit who you hang with or who you believe.
I'm just giving you the benefit of doubt right now and am waiting to see your next move, is all.
Hope it's one you need to make to save yourself...
Good luck, Dude.
Yer gonna need it.
Posted by: Stevie at July 03, 2006 01:59 PM (zRFkU)
Just so we're clear on that. (And for what it's worth, Livey was ready to give up, but I suggested we walk a little farther downriver, stepped in the front door, and there they were.) And for what it's worth, I'd never heard of you until we were in Savannah; Livey didn't know until then that you were even planning to come. She got a lot of strange e-mails and veiled threats from a few people (or maybe just poorly-worded nonsense -- it's not always easy to tell the difference), and didn't know what to expect. The "bodyguard" thing was half (or maybe a bit more) joke. So please get over yourself. Really.
And no, I didn't say that Livey is a "nutjob," much less that I regretted "getting involved." Livey can be "a handful" (to paraphrase someone else, and Livey wouldn't disagree), but she is a friend who needed support, and I'd do it again if it were necessary.
Now, can I suggest a truce? Really. People are throwing shit at each other -- because they loved a man? I don't understand it. You and Livey don't have to see each other ever again, and I think you should both leave it at that.
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