My grandmother keeps trying to give me stuff already, but I don't want it yet! Not sure if she has an actual itemized will, or if we'll be expected to divvy everything up on our own...

I am so over my 3 o'clock meeting, and it hasn't even fucking started yet. I knew I should have gone to bed earlier last night.

I have "pop culture" listed as one of my hobbies also. In the interview for this job, the first interview asked me what "pop culture" was.

Given the whole biotech aspect, maybe he was thinking it was soda in a petrie dish.

Given the whole biotech aspect, maybe he was thinking it was soda in a petrie dish.

Yeah, those microbes don't go much for the diet Pepsi....

How did you define it, Raq?

I get the 16 year old if his parents buy it before he's of age.

He said the funniest thing the other day...which is ma related to me this morning...they were talking about my breakup with Fela and various other issues. She expressed surprise that we were having such a grown up conversation. He looked her in the eye, and in all seriousness said, "Well, you know we have lived together."

So cute.

My great aunt completely circumvented the whole will thing my putting my name on everything (and not telling me) when I was about 10. It could not have been easier when the time came, bless her.

In my parents' wills, my brother and I are co-somethings, though I had a slight edge as the designated plug puller when I had temporary POA when they were in Peru. The will has long paragraphs basically saying "they have to sort it out." Oh, and my brother isn't named. He's the "male child" or something. Why? Because last time they revised it was when my mother was pregnant with him. I hope they revised it. When it was written, they basically has a mortgage and a modest retirement and no savings. Things have changed a bit.

At least I know where to look. When my grandfather died, we turned up random safe deposit boxes (after finding a stash of keys he kept in his dresser) all over the freaking city, with stock certs inside. The companies had since been sold, but they were still worth a fair chunk.

I should start keeping all that sort of stuff in a box/folder marked "In the event of my death, destroy without opening."

Destroy nothing, I need to get cracking and print up a bunch of "Did him!" stickers with little arrows to put on the covers of half the movies in my porn collection!

I dunno. Having gone through the process of deciding who would inherit what with all my siblings, I have to say it's very hard. And it's ultimately not about what you keep and what you toss, but how you treat each other. I am pleased with what I inherited, I do think that as far as the money is concerned, everyone was treated fairly. But I am still angry about how my husband and I were treated personally--especially my husband.

My grandparents had us put our names on everything. Apparently, my aunt DJ gets the trailer, but she needs my dad to sign off. I have no idea if that's been resolved. So far things have gone pretty well except for my uncle's wife who keeps freaking out over everything. She tried to get some paintings my grandfather's sister did, that were, I suppose, promised to my other uncle. The kicker is that she didn't want them as an heirloom or anything, but for her son's church auction.

My parents have told us they intend to spend everything before they die.

When an in-law of my uncle passed away several years ago, it fell to him and several of his kids to go through the man's house. He defined packrat--actually, he went over the edge into hoarding--so going through the piles of newspapers and other junk to figure out what he had that was worth saving took the five of them an entire weekend. They ended up not only finding enough decent furniture and antiques to fill up my uncle's very large basement, but also found over $10,000 stashed in various corners of the house in small bundles.