{"id":263,"date":"2005-04-21T06:59:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-21T06:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laineyd.wordpress.com\/2005\/04\/21\/rubberband-girl\/"},"modified":"2005-04-21T06:59:00","modified_gmt":"2005-04-21T06:59:00","slug":"rubberband-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laineyd.com\/?p=263","title":{"rendered":"Rubberband Girl&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So I&#8217;ve spent a lot of time recently on the phone with my grandfather (Dad&#8217;s dad). I&#8217;ve mentioned him before on the &#8216;blog but now I want to talk about him again. Grandpa is now retired to a small Southern retiree town but during his professional career, he was very successful. At one point, he was a professor at Purdue University and at the end of his career he owned his own business that did something with plumbing (he wasn&#8217;t something as simple as a plumber, oh, noooo). In between, he held a number of executive positions. I remember that he was an executive at the company that owned Jolly Rancher candy because everytime I&#8217;d buy some at the ghetto candy store down the street from my house I&#8217;d think that Grandpa owned Jolly Ranchers.<\/p>\n<p>His successes enabled him to do some really nice things for our family as well as my Aunt in Illinois. Sometimes, though, it feels he&#8217;s more Godfather than Grandfather &#8211; you know the Godfather movie poster with the puppet strings? I honestly believe that he feels that, having given these gifts, he can now say WTF he wants about who TF he wants. This is usually just a nuisance but Macaulay\/Bill is graduating from college next month so I&#8217;ve talked with him a lot while planning our respective trips to IN. He has managed to keep enough dignity to not insult my other grandfather &#8211; who has been dead since I was in the 6th grade (~16 years) but he still manages to get these little zingers in. I don&#8217;t want to get into the details because my mother and brother both read the &#8216;blog and I&#8217;d like to spare them.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday, my mom said that I was the good one and they (Mom, Dad, Bill) were the bad ones because I still maintain a relationship with my grandfather. Me, I like to believe I&#8217;m taking a bullet for my family. I take absolutely no joy in talking to this man. I use the same telephone tricks on him that I use on restaurant managers, insurance claim clerks and Department of Social Services flunkies. Gene reminds me that someday I&#8217;ll regret feeling this way about my grandfather, but I just don&#8217;t think he understands. He sees the gifts but he wasn&#8217;t the one sentenced to 10 weeks in their shithole town.<\/p>\n<p>I am not being a pampered princess about this, really folks. I am not turning my nose up at the man who, oh Christ, has been so financially generous (but so emotionally unpleasant) because I&#8217;m such a bitch or because he denied me a treat when I was 7 or something. Six years ago my eyes were on the prize and I did what had to be done to finish my education and get him off my ass (about that, anyway). The title of this post (which is also a Kate Bush songtitle) is meant to refer to how stretched I feel dealing with both sides of this issue. It&#8217;s not a good feeling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So I&#8217;ve spent a lot of time recently on the phone with my grandfather (Dad&#8217;s dad). I&#8217;ve mentioned him before on the &#8216;blog but now I want to talk about him again. Grandpa is now retired to a small Southern retiree town but during his professional career, he was very successful. At one point, he&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-263","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-really-deep-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/laineyd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/laineyd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/laineyd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laineyd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laineyd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=263"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/laineyd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/laineyd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laineyd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/laineyd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}