I helped Karma out this time. And was more than happy to. SfB has never paid for his hospital bill from when he spent a week in the psych ward. The collection agency that collects for the hospital called me tuesday. I had just clocked out and was standing in the doorway of my cube when the phone rang. I know the company name of course so I answered it. This is the first time they have ever called me. They asked for SfB. I said “he’s no longer at this number, I have no idea where he is but he probably still works at ______” She thanked me and hung up.
They can’t sue me for that bill. They don’t have a signature, and we’re divorced. The statute of limitations has run out on suing a non signature spouse.
Then last night I was readin’ random shit on facebook and I get a notification that SfB wants to connect with me. Oh hell no! So I hit close on that and hunted up his new profile and blocked him and I deleted the notification on my phone.
I texted my girlfriend and told her I had to block him for the 4th time. About 30 minutes after I finished chatting with her about it, it hit me. LOL!!! I busted right out laughing!! The collection company called him at work and now he’s mad because he’s going to have to pay for his own fuck up. I’ll bet it’s close to $15,000 by now because of the interest.
Booo fucking hoooo.
I’ll be laughing about this one the rest of my life.
I don’t think I’ve ever told about this incident when I was staying at my mother’s in 2013. This was just stupid.
She totally worships The Pioneer Woman and really wanted to make these cookies that were made with refrigerator peanut butter cookie dough and Reese’s popables. The little unwrapped ones in the bag. She insisted that the Reese’s were a specialty product and not available where she lives. I told her she would be a lot less likely to find the cookie dough than the candy.
So, sometime later we were in Wal-Mart in the candy aisle. I looked up on the top shelf and what do ya know? Reese’s popables. All I said was “oh look” and pointed at the the top shelf and it pissed her right off. Still makes me giggle when I think about it.
One of the other things that really pissed her off, was when I told her that the English guy she emailed was right when he told her what she called “bbq” and “chili” weren’t bbq or chili. Made her mad as hell when I told her meat cooked in a crockpot with bbq sauce is not in fact bbq. Then we had a discussion about chili. What she makes is a chili soup, with beans and tomatoes. What the English guy was talking about is meat cooked with a whole lot of chilies. Texas Red. What my mother makes is not that.
I think it pisses her off even more that I could actually be right. Or even worse, that I actually know more than she does.
Let’s just say I’m 60 and I’ve known a whole lot of different people in those years and she is by far one of the most clueless people I’ve ever known.
I didn’t realize it had been so long since I posted something.
I think I’m going to lose Danny. He is the new guy I met last year in January. I’ve seen him several times over the last year and a half. He’s been offered a better paying job with a lot less travel and he’s not sure he’ll get to keep this area. I should get to see him one more time in August.
I got my tattoo in November. I’m really happy with it. Andy’s name is not hidden though. He was kind of unhappy about that to start with but after we talked about it, he understood why and he is okay with it. He’ll like it when he sees it though.
There’s a very good chance Andy’s job is going to bring him close in the next 6 months or so. I ran across a web site that had a news release about the job he is currently doing and one of the sites listed is only 5 hours from here. We have our fingers crossed he’ll get to do that job site. He’s been to 3 out of the 6 listed so far.
I have met a fairly local guy. His name is Steve and he farms. He’s really fun to fuck. He’s quite good. And he’s a fun person too. But honestly, a fun fuck is all he’s ever going to be. He’s kind of an ass really. (my guess is that’s why he’s divorced) LOL, it’s amusing mostly because I don’t have to put up with him every day!!! He’ll be here until after Christmas and then he’ll go to Arizona for the winter. I took a vacation the last week of December and that’s when I met him. He hunted me up as soon as he got back in April.
There have been a couple of other guys over the last year. I laughed at one of them. Seriously out loud laughed. I’ll have to tell about that one by its self. One of them is a really sweet guy but he is quite a bit younger. I think there were a couple more but apparently they weren’t memorable.
Work is well, work. I’ve gotten a couple of raises over the last year. I do a lot more now too. I’m the sub for the supervisor when she takes time off. I’ve lost track of how many people have come and gone over the last year. Honestly, if the supervisor wasn’t such a bitch to people, we wouldn’t have nearly the turnover we do. I don’t think she understands just how much the turnovers cost the company. There really are better ways to tell people they aren’t doing something the right way!!!
I am actually going to pay off the washer, dryer, dishwasher and refrigerator I no longer own this year!! Yay me!!
And then there’s SfB. He does his best to hide from me. He actually turns his head and looks the other way if he sees me in traffic!! LOL What a chicken shit piece of shit. He found some fat chick to take him in. He always ranted and raved about how “if you ever get like that, I’ll leave”. The irony. He actually lived across the street from my building most of last summer before he found somebody to take care of his sorry ass. I did get the $200 for storage out of him finally and got all of his shit out of my storage unit. My kid hauled it for him and it took two trips.
Until next time.
I took one of those tests on facebook. It was “what does your taste in music say about you.”
This is what it said about me;
You enjoy edgy, aggressive, and assertive music – all words we would use to describe you as well. Not one for “gentle” or “simple” music, your tastes lean toward music that fulfills certain wants and desires you may have either consciously or subconsciously. Many psychological studies have drawn similarities between individuals who enjoy classical music, and those who enjoy metal/hard rock – all of this research standing true with you. You are reserved and introverted yet extremely intelligent and observant – taking in your environment like a sponge. You have very (and we mean VERY) little patience for ignorance, stupidity, and people who take advantage of the less-fortunate. Above all else, you value controlling your own life and choices – and detest anyone else attempting to make them for you. Independence is key!
And I copied and pasted it to Andy and this is part of what he said,
As far as the Face book test. Actually I think it’s pretty close. Edgy can mean many different things and in your case you are to some extent edgy. Very independent, like to have control of your life choices, and take in your surroundings well.
This may not have been how you saw yourself when you were married but things have changed and I am sure you have. You may have not realized that you did but you’ve made some big changes in your life that maybe overshadowed some of the mental changes you’ve made.
And even laughing out loud. My mother calls my son from time to time. Now she’s complaining SfB is either drunk or hung over. Plus she’s still complaining about him cutting the hose with the mower last summer.
Oh, and she whined she doesn’t think it’s fair I’m making him pay me to get his stuff out of storage.
Seriously, screw her. I have over 20 years worth of stupid shit SfB did that I can bitch about. I still don’t know how he got to be so old and is such an incompetent human being.
Oh, and he doesn’t clean his house and it took him a month to get her car cleaned out.
Ya know, the longer I don’t talk to her the more I realize all she does is complain. I kid you not, my mother is 78 and is still bitching about something that happened when she was 10!!! I really don’t mind not listening to her bitch and moan about every fucking thing in her life.
It’s been a full year since I met Andy. We’re still talking by email. He still sends me really steamy emails once in a while. I take pics and send to him. He has encouraged me with every step and stair that I’ve taken in the last year. I’ve lost 20 pounds!! I *know* without a single doubt if he’s close enough he’ll come see me again.
The construction project is done so Ross left. I doubt if I ever hear from him again. He was good company while he was here.
I walked so much I wore the dog off the bottoms of a pair of Rocket Dogs! I ordered a new pair today.
So, my son called me last night. He said my mother called him and pretty much launched into a bitch fest about SfB. <cackle> Her and my Aunt are sorry they moved him over there and they’re trying to figure out how to get rid of him, he’s worthless, he fucks shit up, blah, blah, blah. I about died laughing while he was telling me all the shit she said. He said she asked why I never told her and my son told her “because mom don’t air her dirty laundry and you wouldn’t have believed her anyway.” He also filled her in on all the big lies he’s told and the internet “girlfriend.”
Serves her right.
I’ll laugh about this for *years*!!!
Oh and the best part is he said he didn’t even giggle or laugh while she was telling him all this stuff.