I was really hoping to get back to blogging about more interesting things than sibling squabbles but it is really kind of sad when Megan uses her blog to vent her feeling only to emotionally blackmailed because of it. She spoke her mind about how she felt about a voicemail that was left on her phone. She didn’t like being treated like a 6 year old. So now she gets “threatening” messages – lawsuits, restraining orders, “dad won’t pay for your car” – all because she is tired of the bs and spoke out about it in her blog.

Once again she gets stuck in the middle because she has a relationship with me and she is given nothing but grief for it. Obviously things are being said to emotional blackmail Megan because of it, probably in the hopes that she will wind up hating me too. Pretty sad when siblings have to stoop so low.

Seems someone is once again worried about what I say. Threats of lawsuits abound – more like emotional blackmail. All these individuals want to do is hurt Megan because she has a good relationship with me. This same opportunity was afforded them – they declined.

A little FYI here:

Can I sue someone who says or writes something defamatory about me?

In order to prove defamation, you have to be able to prove that what was said or written about you was false. If the information is true, or if you consented to publication of the material, you will not have a case. However, you may bring an defamatory action if the comments are so reprehensible and false that they effect your reputation in the community or cast aspersions on you.

Sadly, I write the truth. So I suppose those who are upset are afraid the truth will hurt them. But again, it’s the truth and the truth shall set me free.

Did a little checking on the traffic to my blog – barely 14 visitors a day. The last time a certain person even visited my blog was July 15th. All this fur is flying because Megan is tired of being treated they way she has been treated by these individuals.

I suppose there is fear that someone could find out that: A – I’m still alive, B – I’m really not the bitch that I’ve been made out to be, C – it was these individual’s choice to sever ties with me. I still remember Megan telling me that she had been told I had signed a piece of paper disowning these other individuals. I asked her to get proof of that – it was never given. Chances are it would have been forged if it had been produced.

Sigh…

It’s been pretty busy around here since we returned from my dad’s birthday. So much so that I’m not even sure where to start. I had some great (at the time) blog subjects that have long since passed. The one the sticks out in my mind is “The Snub Club”.

When I got back from DC I was going to blog about what I call the Snub Club – it’s a small group of people that are being “snubbed” by my ex and other family members. I wanted to send my sister a belated welcome into The Snub Club. She’s now starting to receive some of the benefits from being a member. An unusual side effect of the “club” is my ex is now actually following through on promises he made to Megan – guess he doesn’t want to look bad to my family. Or perhaps he’s out to prove me wrong. Sorry, I still think he’s trying to buy his way into my family.

Megan has gotten enrolled in her classes. She has her orientation mid-September. We’ve invited her to come spend a week with us before she starts school. Looks like she’ll be here next weekend. Sounds like she is finally getting the car her father promised her. Glad to her he has the money to buy her a new car and cover the insurance on it. She’s looking at insurance costs of $1500 – $2000 every six months. I guess if she really understood how expensive all this really is – that Vovlo station wagon for $4000 would really be a great deal. The insurance on it would be a fraction of the cost of what she is facing. Oh, wait, she’s not facing any costs – her father is. Hopefully, he won’t fall behind on those payments or stop making the payments like he did to me. Remember that’s one of the benefits of being in the Snub Club. Megan is a fringe member.

The neighbor’s pool repair is almost finished – he’s actually putting water in it. He’s done a great job redoing everything.

It’s neat to look at where my readers are from. This week Spain & Australia have stopped by. Closer to home someone in the town I live in (who works at a bank) has also been by.

I’ve had the comments turned on for quite a while now – in moderated mode of course – but nothing.

Got the ceramic figure I painted today – thanks, you guys for sending it! Man, I’ve lost my touch when it comes to painting that stuff.

Oh well – need to get back to working – hundreds of images to edit. At least I got the PHP/MySQL database issue fixed. I knew it had to be related to the new server because I didn’t make any changes to the code. Thank goodness for user’s groups!

Things are starting to settle down after being out of town for almost two weeks. Megan has gotten herself registered for her college program and is having fun learning to use the PC we gave her for her birthday. Looks like I’m off the hook when it comes to co-signing for a student loan for Megan. Seems to be some confusion over the difference between student aid and student loans. But anyhow – I hope that part of her education is handled better than some of the other promises made to Megan.

We found a nice Volvo station wagon for $4000. Of course, I would love to be able to give her the car but…

Anyhow, Megan is also having a great time converting old videos to DVD. She called me to tell me she found one video where I was doing stuff with her sisters – she thought that was funny since they claim I never did anything with them. Megan gave her grandfather a DVD of his wedding video for his 70th birthday. A simple gift but from the heart. I “assume” her sisters at least sent him a card for his birthday. I know they didn’t want to help give him the ability to take the picture he wanted to take. I’m not surprised but I’m not the one being disappointed by their petty behavior. They knew what we were planning, my sister made sure they knew. I even mentioned to Rodney what the picture mention to my dad.

I tried, they didn’t.