This week could be a real turning point for us. Gott, ich hoffe! This week I should get my money and see the house we’ve had our sights set on as long as it hasn’t sold. Once we’re able to make an offer on this house or another house, it begins the real test of just how hard it will be to get into one of these places. There are dumpy parks that will take anyone, but we’d really not have to settle and go from one dump to another. I’d still rather have our own dump than someone else’s dump, but I’m really quite sick of dumps altogether! Like it or not something up there has clearly been against us owning for quite some time now, and this will tell us just how much it may still be against us depending on how many more delays and obstacles we come up against. We may not actually know the full story till next week because the park, realtor and loan people aren’t going to give us an answer the instant we make an offer or fill out loan and park apps.

Even though it didn’t look like this place in last night’s dream (it never does), I was cleaning the stainless steel sink in what I knew was this place in preparation to move. Not that I intend to clean shit since that’s what deposits are for, but these types of “preparation” dreams are picking up and that could be a good sign, even if I can’t see where we’re going.

I’ll be sure not to mention the rest of this post in public, but I give up on Christiane. I messaged her yesterday curious to see if she could still see my updates after all the changes going on on FB. The message was seen within seconds but ignored. A few hours later I messaged her again asking if she felt like chatting. Moments later it was seen but not replied to. So… I give up on her. Nothing against her or anything like that as I realize you can’t make people be friendly, but it’s so, so typical hottie. If she were ugly or crazy or both she’d never leave me alone.

It has gotten me to see just how close Nane and I are, and I told her this, too. In the end, she’s the one that ended up really caring. More than Maliheh and more than a lot of people.

Had a dream Aly and I met and she seemed more like 2-3 inches taller than me instead of just one. I wondered if she grew or I shrunk, LOL.

Now I’m back to thinking that no, Molly isn’t smarter than I thought, and yes, she really is the dumb shit I always thought she was, and yes, she really was asked the same questions by Kim. They had stopped just like magic once Molly’s group home kicked her offline, so I thought she had pretended to be Kim and asked us both the same questions to look less obvious.

But now the questions are back, some well written and asking how my weekend went, others poorly written and asking, “is you bored with this site?”

Kim’s different personalities?

Either way, I haven’t answered any of them. It’s interesting to see what comes in, though, and how long it’ll take her before she gives up hope of any answers. I think she’d know it, though, if I did answer because I think she has an account of her own and is just making sure to keep the ‘ask anonymously’ box checked when asking me “questions.” So she would not only be notified if I answer but is probably following me and watching to see if the number of answered questions goes up.

Not everyone will believe this, but I’m going to write about it anyway. My ticket “rigging” ability may be back! Yesterday was an exciting day for that. Back when we lived in Maricopa I was influencing and willing scratch tickets to win like crazy. I knew which ones would win before we even scratched them off. About every 3 out of 4 tickets we’d get would win. Most were small wins, with a few $50 and $100 winners mixed in, but even the small ones added up. I was easily winning us $100 or more a month. But then one day it all stopped for seemingly no reason at all. I couldn’t make them win in Oregon, I couldn’t make them win in Cali… until yesterday.

He went to buy 2 tickets, but the machine said he still had credit, so he got 2 more. When he brought them home and laid them out on the counter, I felt that familiar surge within me. That strange sense of knowing. I placed my palms on them and instantly knew the crossword one was a winner. It was. I touched the remaining 3 and said, “This one’s a winner.” It was. I touched the last two. “Losers,” I declared, not sensing any excitement or “energy” from those tickets. Sure enough, they were losers.

Neither of us thought this was a coincidence. If I’d guessed 1 of the tickets correctly instead of all 4, then yes, but it was just like old times and I’m pretty excited about it, too! I don’t know how or why, but when and if I can know which ones are winners, I can usually influence more winners overall.

Things aren’t going well for Tammy, though I think that in the end, she will be ok. They can’t do the biopsy because it could kill her so next month they’re going to talk about the transplant and when and where they might do it. Meanwhile, she’s still on oxygen and all kinds of medications, including steroids, which makes typing hard for her because her hands shake.

I think that sooner or later they’ll stumble upon the right medication that her body will respond positively to. But since she’s not on the top of the transplant list and they’re not fighting to keep her alive right now, I don’t think she’s as doomed as I once feared she may be. Life may not be easy for her, but I believe she’ll get through this.

Becky has eye surgery next month and will be on temporary disability. Besides being nervous she’s going to be bored silly for a while because she won’t be able to read or watch TV. Hopefully, this surgery will help her down the road, though.

Paula left a message saying she’s sending a letter with her new address. She’s never going to get with the times and get a computer. Never. :(