So much for thinking the rain would save me from Jesse’s shit. I not only had to sit and listen to his insanely loud truck warm-up for 10 minutes every time he would take off, but it also didn’t stop him from doing whatever the hell he’s been doing around here. I still can’t figure it out. I heard him start the thing up and do his little engine gunning thing, then I heard the truck start to move. I figured I’d see him come down his drive at that point through the trees, but instead, he was actually going up the drive. Then he came back down in reverse a few minutes later.

I just really hope to hell they hire him on because yeah, I’m ready to move. I’m sick of his shit and there always, always being something going on here! But after dealing with this shit for over 2½ years now, I know nothing’s going to change. He just can’t sit still for long. And I’m sure that even though it’s the weekend, and even if he doesn’t work on the land, I’ll still have to hear the fucking truck come and go 6 times today.

At this point, I think it’s pretty safe to say he sold his other truck. Now that he’s retiring – and knowing how much he loves loud vehicles – I’m sure he’d prefer a loud, old piece of shit to go with his cars, motorcycles, dirt bikes and bulldozers.

I know we’ll never escape the neighbor noise curse no matter how much we try to distance ourselves from others, and so I’m ready to start looking for a bigger, newer place. If we’re just going to have to listen to it no matter where we go, we may as well do it at 1000 square feet instead of 500.

Yesterday I said we were going to lose 4 days of pay, but we’re actually going to lose 2. He works 4 days next week and 4 after that. There I was all psyched for him to work, not just for obvious reasons, but so I could have more time alone, and then he starts when we have tons of holidays, LOL. Then again, the holiday season is the worst time to be on unemployment when the checks are delayed and there’s the potential for things to get lost.

On the bright side, they started training him yesterday on the most complicated testing equipment in his department, which helps make us think they’re not going to get rid of him after the first of the year. But will they hire him? It’s still a common practice these days to hire temps that never get hired on. I just wish someone would finally hire him on so I could get to a fucking dentist! If not I’ll have to either continue to suffer or we’ll pay for it ourselves.

The rat, as usual, has me wanting to strangle him at the same time he cracks me up. He has this habit of licking the condensation off the slider, and he’s decided that he loves lapping up water like a dog so much instead of drinking from the spout of his water bottle, that he should chew holes in the corners of his bottle so he can lap it up. Yeah, that’s how smart rats are. The bottle is sort of square-shaped, and he chewed holes in the top front corners and even tilted the bottle so he could reach the water easier, the damn little devil! That’s an expensive bottle, too. So I took it out before he could fuck it up even more and gave him a bowl of water to lap from.

What was funny as hell was that yesterday he’d just jumped onto the couch when I said, “You want to go outside?” and wiggled the doorknob. He leaped off the couch, flew across the room, and was jumping up and down by the door, LOL. I don’t know what his obsession with the outdoors is all about, but of course I won’t let him out there in case the dogs or any cats go by. I just open the door a tiny crack so he can sniff the outdoors.

Maliheh had another home organizer go to her place who she says really knows her stuff. They got a lot done in a few hours, she told me. She must have a ton of extra money to be able to afford such services!

Later…

I decided to allow tracking of Molly's activity just to see where she goes. She appears to open a lot of old entries when she’s not sitting there refreshing the page over and over again. Today, however, she must have somewhat of a life because she’s not accessing my blog every few minutes as usual. I’ll block her from tracking again when I get sick of her.

Aside from a couple of engine gunning sprees (yeah, 7 days a week that’s going to be the story of our lives), and the cold, wind and rain, today’s been a fun day. Tom and I are enjoying some sweet treats, the rat’s been loads of fun, and I had a lovely chat with Nane.

She’s bored and wishing I was snowed in with her and her champagne. As hot as she is, I’m glad I’m not! LOL, I’d love to meet her, but not in the snow. I’ll pass on the champagne, too.

She cracks me up big time. Yeah, she had me laughing so damn hard because they measure weight and height differently in Europe and she was telling me she was 5’ 8”, just a “little” taller than me, and she weighs 369 pounds, LMAO! She was just joking, though. In reality, she’s about 140 pounds.

She also had me cracking up when I was talking about the states I’ve lived in and she commented about me being a Midwestern ratgirl. I said, “That’s not the Midwest, silly!” But she doesn’t know her geography very well. That’s ok. Neither do I. I’ve only recently been learning my way around Europe, though her beloved Turkey and Greece fall just below Europe, sort of in the Middle East.

I told her that after we take the Italy trip, I’ll enter to win a trip to the Munich area and leave it to fate, though I sure as hell ain’t going there in the winter!

When she lived here when she was 23 she came to not like the US and hasn’t been here since. She said that was when she was still young and pretty. As I told her, she may not be young, but she’s still pretty. And she told me I looked pretty as hell and was very attractive. Well, I don’t think so, but I’m flattered she does. And even though she doesn’t have the dark eyes I thought she had. She said they’re actually more like a bluish-gray. Wow, I didn’t know that. They look brown in her pictures. So now she and Maliheh both lack something. Nane lacks the dark eyes and Maliheh lacks the height.

Speaking of Maliheh, I had hoped to hear from her today, but so far nothing’s come in from her. Oh well, maybe later. She seems to prefer doing email at night anyway.

Back to Nane. She is so sweet. Why couldn’t I have had fun with people like her before I got married? Because true lust wasn’t meant to be, that’s why. It’s nothing new or anything I don’t know.

I like how she’s 95% reality and just 5% flirtatious. Marie was 50% dirty talk and 50% paranoia which was definitely a bit much for me, LOL.

Anyway, she hates Germany and is looking forward to retiring to Greece or Turkey someday. I don’t blame her. She posted pictures of her neighborhood which is covered in snow. I sent her the link to the satellite image of our place. The same one I sent Maliheh a few days ago. She said she can see the chairs on her terrace on Google Earth.