So now the mother and daughter team that’s been cyberstalking me is looking up Google web cache snapshots to view stuff of mine on LiveJournal that is now private and that they are blocked from. What a great way to beat the block too, since this is an image of a page and not the actual page itself, thus preventing the block from being triggered.

Do they think this is funny or something? Well, I don’t! This die-hard obsession of theirs is getting downright creepy. Just what is it they think they’re looking for anyway? Why are they constantly digging for what they think will hold such interest for them? Do they think I have some secret formula hidden in my blog for eternal youth? Or one that will make them rich?

I see a lot of a certain black bitch in Arizona in Mommy Dearest, and that’s what makes it scarier. It isn’t that I fear they’ll come hunt me down and kill me, but more of a fear of being legally victimized even though I haven’t done a damn thing wrong. I guess it’s a normal paranoia to have after what happened in Arizona until I was vindicated. Again, I haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t see how they could screw me. But how the hell do I know that they don’t have their own cop friend ready and willing to fabricate false evidence against me? I totally, totally see a vengeful side come out in this woman whenever she’s contacted me. She may be just as crazy as her daughter in some ways, and she may be just as big of a liar, but she’s got some intelligence, and she’s definitely the type that won’t hesitate to spite someone she doesn’t like no matter who gets hurt along the way. I know her type. Hell-bent on revenge.

Anyway, it’s wondering what the hell is motivating them that’s a little scary. Crazy has no logic and there may be no logic to crazy, but the mother’s more mean and vindictive than crazy. Surprised she hasn’t reset her IP# to get through the block. I went private on blogs I know they know about, though, so blocks don’t matter at this point. But looking for cached stuff from before I went private is a bit chilling for some reason. These people have made it clear that they hate my guts. Therefore, my blogs should be of absolutely NO interest to them whatsoever. Maybe someday they will FINALLY quit worrying about what I’m doing and just move on. There’s no need or reason to keep trying to view my stuff. That’s why I worry they suddenly think it’s their job to “supervise” me and are looking for ways to “get” me.

Later…

I was pleased to wake up with no back pain at all. But a few hours later I went for a quick run, and the pain returned for a while. WTF? So is it caused by running or my mattress? Well, I have a doctor’s appointment next month. I’ll see if I can find out what’s up then.

Last night I made an egg brunch in the slow cooker and did more cooking than I usually do in a year. Had to look online to learn that a "clove" of garlic isn't the entire thing of garlic. Thank goodness I didn't mince and dump the whole thing in! And thank goodness for the Internet, too.

Anyway, it takes 8-10 hours to cook and serves almost a dozen. You mince garlic, onion, and green bell pepper and sauté it. Then you put layers of hash browns, shredded cheese, the veggies, and bacon bits in the cooker. After you mix a dozen eggs and some dill, salt, and pepper in a bowl with a cup of milk, you pour it on top of the concoction. I was worried at first the cooker wouldn't be big enough. It was, though, and it even shrunk down a few inches after it cooked a while.

The food came out surprisingly and disappointingly bland. It was a lotta work for a lotta boringness. Some cook I am! I'll stick to writing and languages. Hell, I can even sing a million times better than I can cook.

Gained 2 pounds in 2 days. Ok, so I’m not going to lose weight after all. Didn’t really think I would. I usually bounce within the same 5-pound range depending on where I am in my cycle.

Dishonest or not, I decided to tell Andy and Tammy we’ll be at a coworker’s of Tom’s during Christmas, but for different reasons. No matter how understanding one may be, people just don’t get my type of sleep disorder unless they have it too, so rather than tell Tammy, “Sorry, we can’t call cuz I’ll be sleeping all day,” which may sound a little weird, we’ll just be elsewhere that day. I’ll tell the same thing to Andy so I don’t have to hear how sad he is that we spent it alone, even though Christmas is just like any other day to us.

Later…

A few people have asked for my thoughts and opinions on the gay/straight/bi thing, so I thought I’d answer here. Well, I don’t think anyone’s really ever 100% straight or 100% gay. I think people are various degrees of bisexual instead. This doesn’t mean that every single one of us is regularly attracted to both genders or that we’d act on our fantasies, but it’s hard to believe there isn’t a woman on earth who considers herself straight who hasn’t been attracted to another woman if only for a fleeting moment, and even if she’d never act on it. Same with the gay guy that may idolize a woman he really looks up to or that passes him on the street.

I realize that many people would say it “doesn’t count” if they either never act on their feelings or they only do so once or twice, but I guess we have our own definitions of what makes us and others who we are.

Some have asked me why I married a man when I’ve been attracted to a larger number of women than men. The answer is that his looks, but mostly his award-winning personality, was just so extreme in a positive kind of way. It’s like checking out a handful of blue shirts in a store, all of which you like very much. But then you come across this one green shirt that’s truly outstanding and takes your breath away. Well, Tom was that green shirt.

I have always said that as long as one is happy, it’s mutual, and no minors or force is involved, to each their own.