My nails are definitely better. No more polish remover in a jar with a sponge or brush. These polish remover pads are awesome. Way better than soaking cotton balls with remover because this way I don’t get bits and pieces of cotton stuck to me.

I wish I hadn’t shared all the shopping we do because now the drama queen thinks we’re rich. I don’t mind giving her the last Alexa that we got because it’s a little bassy sounding and we won’t need it once we get the one with the clock in it.

I also wouldn’t mind surprising her with the pressure cooker we only used a few times and don’t have any interest in but that will depend on whether or not we can find a box to fit it in. I have some white gardenia perfume I never cared for that I’ll throw in as well. Watch, just to piss me off by mentioning the girls and probably thinking I’d also be pissed to know they got anything I sent, she’ll say the girls love the perfume or that she gave it to them. Personally, I wouldn’t give a shit. If it’s something I don’t need or want, then who cares who it goes to?

I’m realizing just how selfish Tammy can be. I wrote on Facebook that some people just can’t take the hint no matter how much you spell things out be it directly, in journals, in comments on posts, etc., and do they not get it, or do they just not give a shit?

She replied with “Um!!!” and somehow, I think she knew I was referring to her. So, she’s not totally stupid and her memory isn’t total shit either if she can remember the things I said we’re doing and getting.

I’ll highlight things that anyone can see anywhere, like something I cook, the weather, and generic things like that. This way people still know I’m alive and I can still have fun seeing who shows up on my visitor list, even if it’s pretty much the same people and I can only imagine how many hiders I may have.

We went to Rite Aid earlier and I got a doll identical to the blonde doll I got a week ago. She’s the same size and mold and all that and is also dressed in pink, but her skin is darker, and her hair and eyes are dark as well. They look so cute together. Part of their dresses feel a little stiff and papery, but then they were only ten bucks. They didn’t come with names, so just for the hell of it, I drew a couple of names from the random name generator I use for stories. The blonde one is Christina and the brunette is Miranda.

I really should start updating my Collectibles doc file and blog again. It’s just that I’ve been getting so much stuff and some of it I either dump or give away.

Yesterday we signed me up for PayPal and Smashwords published Renting Ginny. I used the same cover and description, but it’s too soon to know if I’m going to make any sales there.

I was glad to learn my intuition about Aly not having cancer was correct. She doesn’t have leukemia. Just a very bad case of anemia. She’s back home and will be on prescription-strength iron pills, will need to eat iron-rich foods and get injections as well. She’s back with Cam, who has to have back surgery in a few days.

I cooked Tom a Brit-style jacket potato and he made us bacon-wrapped steaks which were pretty good. Not great but good. He thought they didn’t taste enough of bacon and I thought they were too bacony.

We’ve both been eating like crazy and I really need to slow down because if I don’t, 2020 will be the year I’ll be seeing the 160s for sure. Definitely love to eat, though, and lately I’ve turned into a pretty good cook, much to my surprise. I made mushroom canapes earlier. Those too, we’re just so-so.

We’ve been having so much fun doing exercise videos and I totally love the way we have the living room setup now. Wish we’d done this years ago. Because the projection screen is so big, I don’t even need glasses when I’m working out. The only thing I might do is swap the treadmill with the Bowflex next summer so I’m walking right under the ceiling fan. That room is so huge that one fan just doesn’t cut it in there unless you’re right under it.

Right now, looking into the living room from the hall, the couch is against the left wall with the screen above it. Then heading toward the right, there’s the bean bag, the Bowflex, the treadmill, the desk, and the skier. I almost never use the skier anymore. I’ve got the pig cage by the windows on the left side and I use it as a drying rack for their liners. I dry the liners for a few minutes in the drier to suck the hair out and then I let it dry over the dome-shaped cover which is made of bars.

Bob and Virginia are back, but I don’t know if they went on a short trip or if something happened.

The only negatives to life lately besides knowing we’ll be here for a long time, is that I could have sworn I heard that fucking car today and yesterday. Only one time each day, though, which makes me wonder if it really was the mama’s boy. But then that is kind of how troublemakers act when they start their shit up again. They get testy. Rather than go back to their old shit full force, they gradually fall back into their old ways as if testing the waters and seeing how much they can get away with before diving in all the way. That just seems to be how people like that operate. I learned this in Phoenix. I really hope it wasn’t him, though, because if it was, we’re going to be back to the multiple trips in and out every day in no time at all. Especially with the holidays right around the corner. So unless the bastard is in jail, yeah, I can expect to hear it more and more.

Later...

Unpublished my book on Smashwords. They wanted me to update it into an erotica category because it has sex in it, but I thought I had enough erotic warnings, plus I listed it as unsuitable for minors. Unable to figure out how to fix it according to their standards, I just decided to unpublish it and not bother with them. They’re too unnecessarily complicated. If they can’t be as straightforward as Amazon now is, then screw them.

I’ve been seeing a lot of 9’s (159) on the scale toward the middle and end of my day lately and that’s worrisome. You know how it is… The more you see new higher numbers, the more it sticks, and the harder it is to see your lows again. So unless I can finally figure out a way to turn things around, waking up a 4 is getting pretty unlikely. 3 or lower…forget it. Took a dump and peed and was the same weight as before. My metabolism is that dead.

I looked at a list of the recommended food groups and how many servings you should have each day/week. The only problem is that this recommendation would be easy to follow if you’re one who can maintain or lose weight on 2000 calories a day, which is what this was designed for. However, if you’re like me and need to stick to around 1000 calories to lose weight, then there’s no way to eat the recommended amount of servings.

Tammy hasn’t been on Facebook for two days now and I’m wondering if they finally got her into the hospital. I started to leave a message on her wall asking anyone who saw it that might know where she is and what was going on to message me, hoping she would later get on the girls for not filling me in but then said nah. She’ll contact me on her own when she can.

I was frustrated to wake up to a message from Dixie asking if I wanted to get out for a while and accompany her to get blood drawn, get her car washed, and then have lunch at Applebee’s. I would have loved to have gone along, but as I told her, I’m sleeping till the afternoon these days.

Started filling Alyssa in on my life story again for the first time in a while. I can only do it when I’m in the right frame of mind and feel I have everything done that I need to do for the day. Still no idea if they’re being read but it’s kind of hard to believe she wouldn’t notice all these messages coming in and be curious. But then it’s not like “all these messages” are every day or even every week. Sometimes it’s months.