I’m now over 15,000 words with my NaNoWriMo book. :) So long as Jesse doesn’t do anything too distractive today I should be able to crank out chapter 10 in a few hours. After I do this entry and eat I’ll get working on it.

It’s back to being nice here. Not shorts and sandals kind of nice, but nice enough to keep the heat off during the daytime.

Tom said that the washer on the hot water side broke yesterday morning as the seating is rough and so it gouged the washer when he went to turn it off. He replaced it when he got in from work yesterday and asked that I hold off on showering till he got home because it’s hard to turn. Well, at this point in life with me working out and being younger than him there really isn’t much he can handle that I can’t, but I don’t mind waiting. :)

I treated the clog in the kitchen sink for the third time so maybe now the damn thing won’t be so sluggish. It’s not an issue when I do dishes or use the sink for regular purposes, but when the water from the washer drains into it, it gets a bit backed up and I don’t want to wait for the problem to get worse.

Sometimes I think there’s a breakage curse on us (though it’s never been as bad as the money and noise curses we’ve had on us at times) and that things would break on us more often than usual even if they were new. That was the case with our Maricopa house which was brand spanking new. It had all kinds of problems. If something didn’t crap out on us completely, then at least part of it would.

Well, if my dreams are saying what I think they’re saying, we won’t be here forever, breakage curse or not. I had another dream we were moving, but not to Florida. I’m hoping that the Florida dreams were just saying that we’d get there someday even if it might not be until he retired, and not just a reflection of my wishful thinking. When and if we make it to Florida will depend on his job and what I may or may not inherit. I don’t know if my parents set up some kind of a plan that may give us an extra hundred or two a month, or a lump sum of any kind, though if it is a single payment, I honestly can’t see it being more than 10-15 grand. There’s also the possibility I may still win a lot of money or end up with a reason to sue someone, but I doubt that much.

The dream itself was short and sweet. It was the first dream I had where this place actually looked like it really does. Tom was sitting at his computer when he said we had an ex-amount of dollars saved up. I don’t know what the amount was, though.

“And how much toward moving?” I asked.

“$257,” he said.

I burst out laughing for some reason and then we high-fived each other. I’m not sure what was so funny about $257 since we’d need a hell of a lot more to get into a real house. Probably around 3 grand. But the point is that I’ve been psychic long enough and have moved enough times to know that the moving dreams, which are picking up in frequency, probably are a sign that we’ll move sometime next year. If we do then that means they hired him on permanently at work as we’d never move with him being just a temp.

The rat was out for quite a while earlier and I think he fell asleep under the couch while I was doing the dishes.

Later…

I always preferred to lose friends by being honest than to maintain them by being phony or by biting my tongue and keeping my opinions to myself. Someone was telling me earlier that they liked the fact that I was “everything.” Smart, crazy, attractive, funny, blunt, mean, honest, compassionate, brave, unique…

I don’t know about attractive and brave, but I was thinking of the people who have dumped me or run scared of me without even getting to know me much because I dared speak my mind, and you know what? I don’t regret one single “friend” I ever lost due to my honesty and most importantly my being true to myself. Every single person I ever lost because I offended them with a “cold” truth they didn’t want to hear, everyone who couldn’t get over the shock of me daring to do something differently, who couldn’t accept me and my life as it is – I’m ok with losing them all.

There was a time when I was younger when I aimed to please. I would be willing to conform and put on false airs if I knew someone wanted me to and that it would make them happy. But then one day I grew up and I became selfish and therefore I became myself. :)

And what’s with Adonis questioning me lately? I wonder. It’s not like him to do so. Does he have male PMS or is it something else? He asked why “put it like this” when I posted a wall photo saying, “Sometimes the best way to get someone’s attention is to stop giving them yours.”

Well, I don’t think my not giving Nane any attention will get me any from her, but he knew it was posted in regards to her, not that I don’t think it makes for a good post anyway.

Still deciding if I want to shut my Gmail account down since I don’t use it anymore.

Things may break but we sure do a good job of fixing them. Well, Tom does anyway. He got the leak under control once again even if it may not last long, and he fixed the shower cleaner’s automatic sprayer. Now I just have to hope nothing’s wrong with the treadmill. I’m noticing faint whiffs of that burning belt smell that vacuum cleaners sometimes have.

We got a new shower curtain (colorful butterflies on a frosty background) because the other one that looked like it was made of a sheet turned out to be a real waste of money. You couldn’t bleach it to kill mold build-up and its softer material really absorbed stains well.

Tom’s not sure what the hell’s going on at work, though it’s still going well. What he doesn’t get is why they’re paying him so much to spend 70% of the time breaking down and dumping boxes. He also doesn’t get why some people are being made to work 60 hours a week or they’ll be fired. He’d be making 60K a year if he worked that much and they are talking about it. Well, they’re mostly talking about December being really busy and all that. They also seem to have a zillion temps from a zillion different temp agencies, though that’s not much of a surprise to me. Most workers these days are temps. Still, he thinks the dreams I’ve had are signs he’s gonna get hired on and we’re gonna move.

Alison said she gets regular blog views from Phoenix. I doubt it’s anyone I know or else they’d be checking me out too, wouldn’t they? She hasn’t heard from the pigs, but that’s just the twisted law for you. They can investigate me for sending a few dozen or so “spam” journal entries which I clearly stated I would stop sending to anyone who told me to stop, but not internet stalkers like Molly. The troll’s taking one of her breaks now, though. It’s been 4 days since she’s been on my blog and 2 for Aly. She’s never gone more than a week, though, so I’m sure she’ll be back by the weekend. Talk of legal action simply wouldn’t scare her.

I’ve lost that fish-in-a-bowl feeling regarding the southern sickos but still worry about them pulling something, most likely for spam or something they made up as opposed to slander, or what they would consider slander. I’m hoping that all the pigs were looking for was to see if I’d sent tons of stuff to tons of different people in hopes of nailing me for spam that way since a few dozen or so to the black bitch and a few others probably wouldn’t cut it as spam, even in Arizona.