Once again Bob is driving me crazy and once again I don’t get how Tom can say we’re not neighbor-cursed. We’re not? No one else around here is sawing and hammering twice a week or coming and going 2-3 times a day but the one who happens to be closest to us. 

At first I was glad to see a garage next to us when we moved in here, figuring the walls of it would muffle door slamming. However, they park in the driveway half the time and use the garage as a woodshop, so what’s the point? Really, does this guy want to drive me crazy or does he just not give a shit? This trend he’s been on obviously isn’t going to stop anytime soon. It’s just occurring later in the day since the weather’s cooling down. It was only 59° when I went biking. Perfect daytime temp as long as the sun is shining. 

I’m really sick of the male neighbors! Virginia’s not noisy at all. All the noise is coming from her husband. Females can be noisy, but the males make 10 times the amount of noise. I don’t usually hear female neighbors unless I’m attached to them. But the males’ shit is so damn loud it carries quite a distance. 

Despite being in his 80s, Bob’s health isn’t likely to decline for years. Then the bastard above can pick out someone else who’s just as noisy or worse for me to have to deal with as if I’m oh so noisy myself that I actually deserve it. I just hate being forced to crank up the music or sound machines to drown it out when I just want to hear nothing at all. I hope to hell all that hammering doesn’t start overriding the sound machine when I’m sleeping! 

They’ve got this beautiful patio set up in front of their place with all this nice, comfy outdoor furniture, yet he wants to hang in his fucking garage right by us all day. It’s like the guy’s restless like Jesse was and just can’t sit still. Really hope he isn’t pulling this shit when Andy visits. He’s just two months away now! 

Later… 

It really pisses me off that we’re forced to go through the hassle of starting all over again with doctors and all that all because of people’s lack of competency. As always, when we fuck up, we pay. When others fuck up, we still pay. 

Why, though, do I have a feeling God has made sure this happened due to my being hot for C? Let me guess, He’s going to make sure she doesn’t accept my future friend request if He even lets it go through in the first place, right? All the hotties are so temporary in my life. Too temporary to be a coincidence. 

I thought about telling her on MyHealth something like: Due to some problems and changes within our insurance we will need to drop Sutter. Meanwhile, I would love to add you on Facebook once the changes are final. 

However, I don’t know how she’d react to that or if that could cause more headaches for me, though I don’t see how it could. But you never know. 

I’m just going to be pissed as hell if we make all the changes just to get the same shit from both doctors and their staff. 

Ok, that just made up my mind as to whether or not to send her a message on MyHealth. I just noticed that beneath the message box was a note saying that that documentation would become part of my medical record. No thanks! I don’t think it needs to be on record that I’m asking a soon-to-be ex-doctor to be my Facebook buddy. 

I will just send the friend invite once we’re officially de-Suttered. If that isn’t accepted, I will send a message asking if she got the friend invite. If that isn’t answered I will send another message letting her know WHY I left Sutter, for whatever it may be worth to her, and assume she’ll never get it or that I’m not getting her replies. Really wish that after all these years Facebook would make their messaging more reliable, but they obviously want it this way for some reason.

This may be a good test to see if she gets and replies to the message. Or not. The message I last sent Norma appeared as unseen, but Norma not only got it but she replied to it, too. If she doesn’t at least appear to get the message she might not get a friend request, but we’ll see. If things are meant to be or not, then it’ll all come down to fate. My guess… I’ll never hear from her, but at least I’ll have tried. 

Later… 

Was surprised to wake up down another 1.5 pounds, though I’m not even trying to lose weight right now. Just to stay the same. I don’t expect it to keep dropping. 

The AC never ran today and I’m sure it will be chilly as hell in here come morning. That’s ok, though, I’ll be under the covers. 

While Tom and I were right to leave Arizona and will always hate that state for the way it raked us over the coals, we miss certain things about it that have nothing to do with people, crazy laws, or anything like that. He misses the intense heat. I don’t know if I miss the intense heat, though I’d take it over the intense cold of Oregon and New England. What I do miss are the storms and being able to see so much sky at once like we could in the open desert of Maricopa. You could see for a million miles in every direction. But in the end, there was more bad than good to living there, or anywhere in that state for that matter. 

Tammy was telling me her Vitamin D count was also low even though she’s in the sun a lot. Meanwhile, I look like Casper. 

LOL, I do and I always will. That’s because A, I don’t tan but burn instead and then get sun poisoning, and B, I have no patience to just sit there and tan. I could read for a while, but then I get bored shitless. 

Those pics of her dressed in a sexy costume at a party didn’t disappear like I thought they did. I just missed them when I was combing through albums to re-download stuff.