How the hell does Molly keep overriding my blocks??? I got up today to find she spent about an hour on my blog, but when I went and tested the block on my own IP it worked fine. So I deleted her block and created a new one for her. Maybe the block site was just down for a while since her IP hasn’t changed or anything.

When she didn’t spend much time there a few days ago after I let her in just so I could laugh at watching her go on a catch-up frenzy, I thought maybe she was actually smart enough to copy each blog page knowing she’d be locked out again soon enough.

Got another sale a couple of days ago in the UK. I could really get used to this trend I’ve been on! I think it’s time I sent more manuscripts into submissions. I was thinking of my last two stories.

Paula told me that if I didn’t mind I could send her those body oils I don’t care for. Yeah, I know. She loves it when I do for her at my expense, but why not? They’ll just sit around here going to waste anyway and I know she’d like them and we’re doing better than she is right now and can afford to send them.

She meets a new guy every other week and has a thing for Hispanic men like Andy does. Well, her latest is this guy from the Dominican Republic who lives in New York. Apparently, her son Justin has been bitching about it and accusing Paula of caring more about the guy than him. Hmm… isn’t 20 years old a bit old to be getting jealous of mommy?

They’ve been OTing the hell out of Tom lately. It’s great money for us but tiring for him. I just worry about how much it will slow down after the New Year. I also wonder – is something up there seeing to it that we get all this money cuz something bad is going to happen where we’ll need it? Or are we finally just being compensated for having it so rough for so long? So hard for me to believe our struggles are forever a thing of the past!

The rat has a new way of “calling” us. He chews rapidly on the bars of the cage and it causes it to vibrate in a way that’s just barely audible in the other room. The bar biter was begging for food, attention and freedom earlier. Once he’s eaten and had a half-hour or so of running around along with hugs and kisses (though this rat isn’t big on cuddling), the attention junkie will leave me alone for a while. I still can’t believe that a rodent can be so damn needy and smart, LOL.

Not that I’m complaining but so far my sister hasn’t called or responded to my email. She did thank me on FB, but that’s about it. She went to U-Conn the other day so I guess she was preoccupied with that. I keep asking myself, “What is it with her? Why can’t you just forgive her and move on? She’s done you a lot of good as well as bad in your life, so why can’t you just drop the past and move on???”

I wish it were that simple, but it isn’t. The severity of what she did to me was/is too enormous. She couldn’t have known about the warrant, as I said a million times before, but if it weren’t for her, those freeloaders and their corrupt pig pal never would’ve gotten me to court, much less in jail for half a year and out thousands of dollars. Because she had to go and call the cops on me for verbally lashing out at her ex for abusing her and Lisa, they routinely ran my name, found the warrant, and I had to suffer for the next 3 years.

I totally believe without a doubt that when we got into it online a few years ago, the only reason she didn’t make more trouble for me other than by harassing me online and getting my parents involved was that she didn’t know where I lived. She’ll never admit it, but I’m 99% sure she got our Maricopa address from someone in Tom’s family that she called.

So that’s what it mostly comes down to; she’s just too vindictive to trust. Paula has a temper too, and she may be more dangerous in a sense because she can be physically violent unlike Tammy, but Tammy is smarter. Sometimes smarter can be more dangerous to deal with than violent. Tammy is smart enough to concoct a more damaging and long-lasting form of revenge on those she gets pissed at. If she gets this address, gets pissed at me for some reason and sics the pigs on me, the pigs are more likely to believe whatever she tells them because I’m the one with the record. The law often judges us by the past the same as people do.

I believe she means well when she’s not pissed and that she really wants to get along with people, but given the distance, us being so different, and knowing what she’s capable of, it really makes me wary of letting her too far into my life.

It’s probably too soon to check and see if there’s a warrant out on my ass on account of the freeloaders, and while I may be a bit curious, I don’t care if there is because I will never go to court for these people or let them ruin my life all over again. So it doesn’t matter if there’s a warrant sitting out there or not.

The fucking dogs went off late in the afternoon. I yelled at them to shut up, but 10 minutes later they were right back at it so I turned the sound machine on. Jesse was probably bringing his kid back in the car in which case he couldn’t have taken the damn dogs with him.