Rats are so like little kids. If you don’t watch them they’ll go where they KNOW they’re not supposed to be. I was using the computer in the bedroom while letting the rats play in the living room. After a while, I thought I’d go check on them and sure enough they were hanging out by the power strip. I yelled at them and they took off running in a very guilty fashion, LOL. It was so funny, though, the way they were like, oh no, she caught us! Run!

I talked to my German hottie earlier. She makes me laugh. :)

Most of today turned out to be good with one small pisser in the mix. The dumbshit up the hill replaced the broken cooler pump with the same pump that would stop and start and stop and start before. Tom got in and switched it from fan to cool when we noticed that foul chemical odor. He got up on the roof and found it had seized up, so he called up to the Jes pest and it’s going to come down and hopefully fix it right BEFORE I’d like to get up tomorrow. He knows I know he’ll be coming down, though, and so when I hear him I’ll know it’s him and what’s going on and just go back to sleep. He knows to pound on the bedroom wall if he absolutely needs me to get up.

When I do get up, after it’s fixed, I’ll have to set it manually since we can’t have it hooked to the computer’s thermostat with him replacing it. I am sooo sick of things breaking around here! Just so sick of it, and of course Tom says it’s “normal” for an old place. No, it’s not. There’s a breakage curse on us. That’s not normal. But we learned this with our brand new Maricopa house. As long as it’s ours or shit we use, it will break. Not looking forward to being the ones to have to pay for repairs in the new place, but I’m looking VERY forward to it being ours.

I giggle to myself when I think of the surprise and disappointment Jesse’s bound to feel when we give notice in what will hopefully be just a few weeks. I got messages from both Walter and Tammy letting me know that they’re wrapping up the estate by the 15th, their deadline. At this time I will immediately be sent half of whatever’s owed to me, then they’ll have 30 days to send the rest.

Tom got a hold of our favorite park and was told he can’t fill out an application without having a specific place picked out. I still don’t think we’re going to end up in our favorite parks. I think it’ll be just a basic park with elevated homes, and I doubt we’ll be lucky enough to find a place where no one parks alongside us, but I don’t care about that anymore. I know it’s going to be hard to sleep there for the first month or two until I readapt to civilization once again and having so many people so close to me. Tom, on the other hand, could sleep in the middle of a busy freeway. Whatever we get, wherever it may be, it’s going to be a lot bigger and nicer than this place! I won’t like the car door slamming as people and their company come and go, but I’m sure I’ll love everything else.

So the new plan is to wait till we have exact figures since our hands are pretty much tied until we know precisely what we have to work with, then we can really start aggressively hunting. We’ve been watching the listings every day. Really hope my dreams start providing more clues soon, too.

Speaking of dreams; a while back I had a dream he got transferred to second shift and was given a raise. But it never happened so we thought the dream didn’t mean anything. But he recently learned he is getting a raise after all! We just don’t know how much.

Last November or December I sensed a serious change to come in April. I’d say I’m definitely going to be right on that one!

Later…

I thought Tammy sounded the best I’ve heard her sound in a long time, and what she told me gave me hope that she’ll live a full life after all. She may not always have it easy, and she may never be able to work again, but they apparently aren’t in a hurry to do the transplant. So the fact that they’re not pushing to do it ASAP makes me think she’s not that critical. She still has to undergo more testing and might even have to have another biopsy done. They’re still not 100% sure what’s wrong with her, and the only way they can narrow down the possibilities is to be able to eliminate and rule out this, this and that.

I’m looking sooo forward to the move, but not the neighbors. Even if they’re dead quiet, I know the judgment will begin as soon as they know I’m under 65 and mostly living off my husband. Most people these days think it’s just plain wrong for a husband to support his wife. You just don’t do that nowadays unless she’s disabled, but you know how people are – if they can’t “see” your problem or if they don’t get it, then you’re not disabled as far as they’re concerned. Well, I’m going to spare myself the judgments, false assumptions and whatever other bullshit by being polite but not friendly. I’ll say hello to people at the pool, but forget about playing games with them at the clubhouse. If some lady invites me to tea or asks me to play bingo with her, then she better be really damn good-looking! I just don’t want trouble too close to home, is all.

I feel bad for one of Tom’s coworker’s parents. They’re broke and being evicted, so the daughter is looking for a place for them to live. She found a place that seemed to be a really good deal on some land around here, but when she saw the place she thought it was such a dump that she wouldn’t even think of letting them live there. Then she found another place that’s really nice and really cheap. The catch? It’s attached to a bar. That’d be worse than being attached to a kennel or a playground! At least the father’s lucky enough to be deaf.

Tom was able to download something that stops his computer from crashing when he goes to use his portable drive.

It’s to be in the 70s for the next few days, then a cool spell is going to take it down to the 60s. I know it won’t be long before we’re in the 80s or higher! Love that dry heat we get, but that’s not like the oven Arizona was.

So this supposedly gay-only drunk has now bought Mary a fireplace, a fish and fish tank, a 50” HD TV, given her oodles of cash, and I guess that next comes a car. I nearly fainted when I read that in Mary’s blog earlier. I finally had to ask where the hell he gets all this money, and I guess he inherited millions of dollars from what she says.

Miss You Can Abuse Me If You Buy Me Things just better know what she’s doing. When she finally gets fed up with the abuse, there’s no saying how he’ll react. Those who are broke can react in a pretty nasty way, and having money only makes that more likely.

What kind of “friend” showers another friend with all this shit anyway unless they’re hot for them? I wouldn’t give my friends that kind of stuff/money. Then again, if I suddenly had 20 mil, I don’t see why I wouldn’t want to give a million to my top few closest friends. Why not? How much money could we need this late in life anyway?

While I still think it’s sad that she’s putting up with his shit just to get stuff, I can also understand it. She could very well be on the street now if it weren’t for him. People do what they need to do in order to survive. She’s unemployed and her monthly expenses are over a grand, and this is without yet owning a car.

When I lived back east I never drove. I had a driving phobia and couldn’t afford a car anyway. So I used “Nervous” for rides since taking the bus was a major pain in the ass. Well, I had to put up with a lot of shit for those rides that in many ways weren’t worth it, and was glad when I finally broke free of him. It was best for us both. He was never going to get what he wanted from me anyway.