He called twice today. Once from my mother’s phone which goes straight to voice mail and then he used somebody else’s phone and I answered it before I realized where the number was from. He wants to know what all is in storage. 2 fucking years later and he thinks I’m going to just drop what I’m doing and run down to Liberal so he can pick thru what’s in storage. No. Then he says he can come by and pick up the key. Hell no. He can just wait until I’m good and goddamn ready to go get it and then he can come get it out of my storage here.
Oh and apparently he has an actual job. First one in two years. All of a sudden he’s playing Mr Wonderful again. Sorry piece of shit. He’s doing his very best to turn my family against me.
I’ve also pretty much had it with my job. The “rules” only apply to certain people for one thing. The woman that’s the supervisor is flat out a bitch. One minute she’s stomping around the office being all hateful to everybody and the next minute she’s trying to be your best friend. I’m going to stop on my lunch hour and check into another job. If it pays enough and she’ll hire me I’ll put in my notice. Fuck them. Oh and they’ll be really fucked, I’m the only one that knows how to do my job. Nobody in the office knows how to write new petitions. Nobody. I’ll give them the standard two week notice and I’ll take my vacation time I have coming too.
At least I get to go see Mr GB friday. That’ll improve the hell out of this week.
I’m going to get a small feather tattoo on my ass. I’m going to have Andy’s name worked into it. I was going to have cracked heart over the top of the feather but I don’t think I will. I was heartbroken when he left but he’s never actually left me. I don’t think he’s going to either.
i know I’ve mentioned the fortune I got in the fortune cookie before I met Andy. It says “A chance meeting with a stranger may soon change your life.” It’s even truer now than it was when I met him. He truly did change my life. But not necessarily in a way you’d expect. I started doing stair laps after he left. I promised him I would do them. Then I started doing the flat laps. I’ve lost 15 pounds since I met him. I’m pretty sure I haven’t stopped losing either. I’m pretty dedicated to doing the laps. My blood sugar is down and is staying down even though I’m decreasing the insulin. I’ve gone down 9 units and will probably go down another 2 next week. My blood pressure is awesome. It’s not even slightly high. Actually, if it wasn’t for salt I might not have any bp! LOL
Maybe I’ll get the words from the fortune cookie tattooed around the feather.
I should go over and talk to the tattoo dude and find out how much it will cost me.
The weekend with Mr GB was fabulous! He gave me a foot rub! Nobody has ever done that. I’m not telling him those heels don’t make my feet hurt! LOL Friday night was good. Then we goofed off saturday morning and had lunch and then decided we needed a nap. We had a little fun first and then we both slept for an hour or so. After we got up we went to the store and got country style pork ribs for supper and he grilled them. Oh damn were they ever good!!
Saturday night got real intense. I came home with two hickies on my neck and a bite mark on my arm! You could just barely see the mark on my arm.
We still haven’t had a third join us yet. There is a guy in GB that might join us sometime. We’ll see.
Mr GB is out of the hospital!! They’re keeping him on a variety of meds to dissolve the blockage and then they’ll do surgery in October if he still needs it!!
I’ll go see him friday night as soon as I get off work if he doesn’t work. Of course with all this time off he’s just as likely to work friday. If he works friday and doesn’t get home too late I’ll go friday but if he’s going to be late I’ll wait until saturday morning to go. Saturday is supposed to be my monthly sewing get together but since I haven’t been to Mr GB for a whole month I’ll go see him and get there early.
Oh happy dance!!!
I’m not even sure where to start with this one.
One time when I was at my mother’s, Girl had been sexting with some guy in Canada and her dad was ranting and raving and generally carrying on about it. (not that I blame him mind you) This all happened over the course of a month or so and nobody knew she was even talking to somebody in Canada until the phone bill came. Anyway, I was talking to my mother and one of the things she said was, we didn’t want Girl to rebel like I did. And then she went on and laid the whole blame for my rebellion on Duke. (the abusive “step-parent” and I use that term pretty loosely)
Ummm, SHE was my parent. I would have done bloody battle if a guy had ever beat one of my kids the way she allowed him to beat me. She would actually take my sister and LEAVE the house so he could have a “talk” with me. She claims she never had any idea he was abusing me. Right. I had a V shaped bruise on the side of my thigh that lasted 6 months. It was obviously from the end of a belt. I can still feel the dents where that bruise was.
And this whole thing with SfB pretty much confirms what I’ve know most of my life.
I was a better parent at 16 than she was at 36!
Oh, and get this, she called my son a few days ago wanting to know if he could loan her some money. He said he just played dumb and she didn’t say one word about SfB.
I swear to cow, if that woman ever says one fucking word to me about SfB, I’m going to deck her.
I’ve been worried about Mr GB for the last few days. He told me wednesday his son thought he had a stroke and took him to the hospital. Well, it’s a fairly small town and they said he was just dehydrated and gave him an IV and sent him home. So he drove to Kansas City thursday and was still there this morning and took himself to a hospital. They told him he did have a stroke and had some blockage and took him in to surgery. I haven’t heard back from him yet but I expect it will be at least tomorrow before I hear from him. I hate waiting for these kinds of things and I really wish I was there but it’s clear across the state and of course with hospital rules the way they are they wouldn’t tell me anything anyway. <sigh>
From what I could tell from his texts and his voice it must not have been a major stroke. The only symptom he was really complaining about was his vision. His texts were a little off but not major and he didn’t have any paralysis because he drove halfway across the state thursday morning so he should be in good shape after the surgery.
A friend of mine had 2 minor and 1 major stroke before she got to a doctor and the effects were pretty bad for her. She was never quite the same after.
Even though we don’t get to spend a lot time together, we’ve become good friends. We talk and text all the time.
Even though driving was probably not a good thing at all, I’m *really* glad he ended up in a good hospital where they recognized the symptoms right away and took care of him.