I’m finally on a roll again with my story – yay!

I had a vibe that one of my parents would die when they’re 83. Well, my mom’s 77 today and my dad turned 78 in April, so 4-5 years if I’m right. I’ve been right as of yet in predicting The Queen will go belly up starting from this August to August of 2011 because she’s still alive according to the obit site. God, I hate that woman! What she did to us in 2004 was no different than watching someone dangling from a cliff, then walking away knowing that you not only could have pulled them up if you cared to but that they might not be able to pull themselves up. Could you do that to your own flesh and blood and their spouse and leave their lives to fate like that? We weren’t in the kind of danger my own folks bailed us out of in 2007, but we still certainly could’ve used some help and I really have to wonder what kind of cold-blooded sicko could leave their son and his wife to either sink or swim like that no matter what the odds were. And as well off as she is financially. But rather than go on and on about past family drama I’ll just move on.

Being the fact that it’s the weekend and I’ve been sleeping in lately, I knew Jesse would make a racket of some kind today and so it’s a good thing I slept with the sound machine on louder. I think he still may’ve woken me up for a second a couple of hours before I actually got up, but I’m not sure. Because of the rain we had, he was bulldozing the drive. When he’s here he lets us know it with some loud engine. When he’s not the dogs let us know it. I hope whatever dog he keeps is NOT a male! They just bark way more often. Yet it didn’t get to the point where I had to quiet them down, so that’s good. I would still like to live somewhere where dogs aren’t left outside 24/7, but I think we would have to leave the West altogether to find a place like that.