How did I go from winning thousands of dollars worth of stuff each month to winning absolutely nothing at all??? My only guess is that damn show that featured professional sweepers and upped my competition even more. Been giving sweeping a break since it isn’t getting me anywhere lately.

Had weird dreams last night. We were looking at other rentals, talking to someone about moving to Florida, and then Tom came home from work with a bloody face saying work was “fine” and that I “shouldn’t have let him put his bed by that wall.” Only the place we were living in during this dream looked nothing like this place. It was a two-story place that sort of resembled the house I grew up in.

I don’t know what these dreams could mean. Probably nothing. But sadly, Alison’s another dream premonitioner just like me and has been having dreams about needing to restart radiation therapy. I’m hoping right along with her that her dreams will be wrong!

Kim and I were laughing about the different ideas for sites we were having the troll redirected to. She came up with Ray Charles’ Hit the Road Jack, LOL. So she’s got that, Aly’s got Bye Bye Bye, and I’ll be sending her to a YouTube video of the Funny Farm song, hahaha! Yeah, I change it every week or two knowing she’s making multiple checks a day to see if there’s any loophole she can slip through. That loophole will come when her IP# changes, so that’s why I’m checking stats regularly. If she’s still jobless, living with mommy and with nothing but too much time on her hands in her late 20s, I doubt that will change anytime soon.

Now I can go back to using photos from my Photobucket albums which is most convenient for the animated ones since the troll is not around to suck up my bandwidth by opening every single fucking entry 50 times a day. I still have to wonder, though; what makes people so obsessed like that? It’s strange too, because usually, those who are obsessed with us have a sexual interest in us. I guess there could be a million reasons for one to behave as she does. If she was rejected really badly at age 3 or something, that right there could be enough to mess up her wiring for life, but who knows what kind of life she’s led and what’s happened to her. It’s just sad that one could lack so much self-respect that they felt the constant need to try to make those like them that don’t want anything to do with them. I guess they get some sort of a sick turn-on from it as do women who are attracted to abusers.

Yesterday I had a whopping 2000 calories and totally made a pig of myself. I said to myself, “Great. Now I really won’t know if the double workouts are helping.” But even though I fully expected to be up a pound or two, I was the same.

Tom contacted eBay about the lady who still hasn’t paid for the two dolls she won; presumably, because she couldn’t get the combined shipping she wanted. For some reason, she also wanted to do business outside of eBay. eBay should reimburse us the fees if they haven’t paid by the weekend, and then we’ll leave them negative feedback.

That’s some friend Eileen is to just drop her life and leave her hubby to accompany a friend to Russia so she can adopt a baby sooner. It takes years to adopt an American baby and I guess not all good things are worth waiting for after all in some cases. It’s sad that no one wants older kids. If I were looking to adopt I’d want older kids. IMO, infants are the worst. You can’t tell a newborn to shut the fuck up and let you sleep, but an 8-year-old would get it. Older kids can also feed themselves and they don’t need to shit in diapers. They don’t usually scream for 5 hours a day either and they have sense enough not to drink your Draino or squeeze your rat to death, LOL.

Later…

Life is still running smoothly but my God I am so sick of the saws buzzing every single fucking day that it isn’t raining or blazing hot! Saws, hammers, other power tools - it just gets old.

Then Jesse came down after an hour of someone in back sawing away at God knows what on his ATV with the dogs chasing him. He came down the front and went up the path in back. What was that all about? Just to see the place up close since it’s been a while? To annoy me by reminding me of his existence and that Tom and I living ALONE on a piece of property is just a dream?

But like it or not we’re going to be hearing more of Jesse now that we’re getting further into the fall. Well, I am anyway, since I’m the one who’s usually home.

So much for being able to trust my blog’s auto-publisher. I had an entry queued up that ended up being tossed in my draft folder instead of published and so I had to publish it manually.

I’m going to go watch a movie even though I should be working on my book and Jesse will probably do something to distract and annoy me.