We’re at the hotel now and Tom went to bed a little while ago after negotiating a deal with fuckface Steven over our washer/dryer. We’d prefer to settle on a reasonable price rather than have to sue, but if that’s what they force us to do, we’ll do it. It wouldn’t be the first time people made us do something we’d rather not. Always there’s someone, no matter where I go, fucking up and interfering with my life! Am I ever going to be allowed to live without others controlling my life? And I totally resent God too, for sitting back and allowing this to happen. It’s nice that he connected us with Dennis and his trailer, but other than that, he’s been of no help to us as we’ve been dragged through the mud. What does he care that we haven’t had a home or a stable, normal life with some structure and routine? What does he care about all our mental anguish? Or about the fact that we’ve got to make house payments and hotel payments and we owe Dennis $1,200? Tom’s still being way too overly optimistic. He says we’ll be in the house next week for sure. No, we won’t. They’ll only be more problems, delays, excuses, lies, incompetence, and plain old cockish stupidity. If we’d had women running the show, the bulk of this would’ve been done right and on time, if not very close to it.

The fucking inspector, who works for the county/state, wouldn’t even inspect yesterday, even though he did show up. Thanks to the people who never told us in the first place, we found out we had to make some preparations before he could inspect. Someone had to come out to remove most of the skirting, for example. Now they say they’ll re-inspect Monday, but so what if they do? They’ll only find more problems to complain about and tell us what we’ve got to do first. Then we can be stalled some more.

We’re now at the point where everyone involved has fucked up. Of course, though, Brian and Gravity haven’t fucked up nearly as much as Steven and Dan. Fucking, motherfucking cocks! I am such a sexist and I always will be! I fucking hate males! Sure, there are some stupid women out there, but there’s no comparison between females and males, except for a few guys like Tom. Females are way smarter. They know more, learn better and faster, and retain info well.

I had a bad vibe as soon as we got here and to the room but hopefully, it’ll be a false alarm. If God has any compassion for us, he’ll leave us alone with other people’s noise. All we’ve heard so far was a loud door slam once or twice. Really, though, I don’t need other people’s noise and shit on top of the people who are already shitting on us.

Yesterday, we decided to go see Ma, Mary and Dave, and they were kind enough to put their dog out back. Even Dave said he’s getting sick of Pepper. Pepper’s been getting into all kinds of things. Maybe that’s why he was in the Humane Society.

Dave was his usual teasing, humorous self.

Ma was with it, but man is she shaky! She had her forearms resting across her stomach and would have occasional spurts where she’d slap herself she was so full of tremors. What an inhumane, awful way to live! Yeah God is good. God is really good.

We received more gifts than we expected. We thought we were getting gifts only from Mom, Mary and Dave, but nope. We got more!

Mom got me a facial skincare massager and Tom a super cool screwdriver with a handle that allows for better leverage. Mary got me one of those little musical dolls that are 8” sitting (identical to my other two) and Tom a computer game. Ray and Nora got us four beautiful puzzles. They’re each 1000 pieces, so the table I plan on getting will be great for it. Jackie and Jim got us a Christmas card holder which would take us 20 years to fill. Carol and Steven got us treats - cookies, dried fruit, nuts, etc. David and Evie got us caramel popcorn, and of course, like always, even had to enclose a picture. Her and her pictures! It was a nice one, though, taken in San Diego with Ma, David, Evie and her kids, Carol, Steven, and Matthew.

We also got that money I said we were getting and I spent $75 of it after we left at Wal-Mart.

I got a tier/valance set and put the valance in the kitchen and the tier in the guest room. I got swags for the bedroom. Now all I have to do is get something for the living room.

All these window treatments are white or ivory. I wanted neutral colors where furniture and bedding of any kind are to be so they wouldn’t clash with it

For the first time I’ve ever seen before, especially at a place like a department store, they had boxes of porcelain doll clothes. I got Anne a pretty pink dress with a few scattered rosebuds. To replace her hideous, old-fashioned dress with small clusters of flowers on a dark blue background.

Lastly, I got a gorgeous Peruvian Barbie with the most realistic face I’d ever seen on a Barbie. She has a very pleasant face with long dark braids. She’s dressed in colorful Peruvian attire right down to her sandals. Debbie makes for a great variety of these little musical dolls (she plays an old 50s song I never heard of). Melanie has brown hair, Stephanie has auburn, and Debbie’s blond. Melanie has green eyes, Stephanie’s are blue, and Debbie’s are brown. I wonder why she has a name and the others don’t? Anyway, she’s a nice-looking doll in an ivory satin dress with gold accents. She has a matching ribbon for a headband.

I decided to wait for the new headphones, to get the CD-changer when we can and not get a big Barbie. I think she’d look really tacky. Especially after seeing a large Barbie head in the store (so you could do her hair).

Tom slept on and off from the time he came home this morning. He fired the generator for a while so I could type, then later I drove the car from the house to the trailer, while he hauled the generator back. He had parked by the house when he got in cuz he didn’t know if I’d be up. I hope to sleep well tonight, cuz there’s no way I’m gonna be able to sleep in on New Year’s Day. Not with all the gunfire, and also, I’m sure New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day will be filled with lots of music. It fucking figures New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day has to come before I could be in the insulated house, sleeping with the fan.

Anyway, this will probably be the very last time I write in the 1900s. Till the next century!

Later...

Well, I guess it isn’t the last time I write this century, after all. Tom and his fucking colds! One after another after another. I’m sick of it! I knew it, too. Mom and Mary had colds when we saw them yesterday, and I knew he’d catch it. He says it’s not possible to have caught it from them so fast and that he probably caught it from someone at work. I disagree. It only takes a day, but for him, five minutes is enough! He blames it on lack of sleep, but whether or not that’s a factor, just knowing he’s gonna have ten colds a year for the rest of his life really bums me out. It bums me out for him and me, cuz I still have to deal with it, too. I may rarely get colds, but I’ve had enough to know how cranky they make you. He’s as hexed in the department of colds as I used to be. That isn’t gonna change anytime soon. Nothing about him will change upon getting into the house. Not his eating habits. Not his lack of sleep. Not his trashing. Not his busyness. Not his lack of interest in sex/cumming.

Anyway, now that I’m done bitching, I’ll probably return to reading. He’s in the shower now, getting ready for work. Guess I’ll also do a little singing once he leaves, too. Teresa wasn’t working tonight. She said her days off vary.

I never saw Tracy tonight, but her car’s still here. Her husband owns a sign-making company. They have their own company, a house, and can pay all this hotel money, so why don’t they get a nicer car than the beat-up piece of shit they have?

Tom’s so sure that we’ll be in the house next week and that next Sunday, Tuesday, or Thursday will be our last hotel stay. Yeah, right! That’s not what my logic or gut feeling tells me. I don’t know what I feel anymore. All I know is that I can’t believe a damn thing I hear from anyone and that I need to always assume the worst and be a pessimist. It helps lessen the feeling of disappointment when things don’t work out. The house is like one big dead person we’ve been trying to bring to life. It’s like electricity is its heartbeat and water is its lungs breathing. Will this house ever come alive?!?!