I would still rather live in an old shitbox in the woods as opposed to anything in the city or anything attached to others no matter where it may be, but I’m sick of all the problems this place has! Jesse installed the new blower, so the heater is now fixed hopefully for good.

He came down with his kid last time around and when I realized it was only 2:00 in the afternoon, I asked why he wasn’t in school. Jesse asked the kid why he was out so early and the kid just shrugged. “I guess you just don’t care why,” Jesse said to him. I thought it weird that neither the kid nor his father supposedly knew why he wasn’t in school at the moment. I’m guessing he was probably suspended for some kind of trouble. Who cares, as long he doesn’t drive me too crazy with the damn dirt bike or ATV.

The next thing we have to deal with in this bummy old dive is an ongoing problem that only seems to get worse – the leaky faucet in the tub. The only faucet that isn’t a problem (yet) is the bathroom sink. But the kitchen sink, which has been upgraded along with the bathroom sink, drips if you don’t off-center the single lever when you turn it off. The ancient shower faucet, however, is going to need to be dealt with sooner or later. It’s going to be a long and costly job for Jesse, but throwing new washers in it every couple of weeks just isn’t cutting it anymore.

If the faucets were suddenly fixed, what would be next to act up, the roof? The floor? The place is practically falling apart on us! All that’s left to give us problems is the stove and fridge.

Now for my biggest worry that’s been going on since 2004 when we first arrived in Oregon. Well, the problem actually started long before that; I just happened to have dental insurance until 2004. So far I’ve had no problems today, but yesterday the tooth next to the one that was pulled bothered me along with my ear. I worry that one by one they’re destined to torment me for the rest of my life since I don’t think we’ll ever have dental insurance again. We could afford to deal with them ourselves for the most part, but then we’d never have a single penny left for anything else and I’m sure I’d just acquire a whole new problem once my teeth were finally dealt with. If it isn’t one thing with me it’s another. Part of my earaches could be dead skin build-up in the artificial canal so we’ve been oiling it to soften it down.

A fellow “sister” of mine, along with myself, left some less than kind words in regards to Donna A on their family limo business wall. Maria and my newest sister/friend, Lori, were one of the fortunate ones not to have had any problems with Donna. I didn’t know this till yesterday but Maria was taken in by the A family after leaving VH and even dispatched for them for a while. So while she understands Becky and my situation and respects the way we feel, she’s more or less a fan of Donna’s. Hey, to each their own, though. Lori left a couple of years before I hit the scene so she remembers Donna and Barb, but not Margaret.

Anyway, Lori said the comment was deleted from their wall but was obviously mistaken because it was there when I checked this morning. The As probably want to keep it as “evidence” in case we decide to really pick on them, but I’ve said all I’m going to say. And if Donna doesn’t read it herself, she’ll hear about it and remember the once 17-year-old troubled teen she ostracized and shamed for trying to kill herself instead of getting her the help and support she needed, thus making her sorry for a while that she didn’t succeed.

Nane doesn’t appear to be on FB today but I’m not surprised. She probably won’t be back until Friday or next week.

Later…

Here we go with the daily ATV buzzing. Is that the Jes pest or is that the kid that never seems to go to school?

I just hope Tom doesn’t do overtime today! We really need to get this fucking faucet dealt with. The hot water tank is going off every hour and a half and I’m not sure which lever turns off the water outside, so I’m not bothering for fear of messing things up even more.

10 more days and I would think that if I’m going to be sent any summons I actually receive, it would happen by the 18th as that’ll mark one month since the pigs stuck their noses in my Google account. Just what do they have planned up their sleeve, and are they watching my online activity? Well, I don’t care if they are so long as they don’t fuck with my freedom or our bank accounts. I will not lose another moment of time to this bitch. I will not lose another dime to this bitch. I will not, I will not, I will not. Like I said, they may not be done with me, but I’m done with them. :)