My wonderful hubby was kind enough to help me with the book I am ever so slowly working on and which may never get written after all, regarding compensation for survivors of plane crashes. As I told him it almost makes me want to get into a plane crash so long as I didn’t get too beat up from it, LOL. They get big bucks!

Tom will have a huge paycheck this week if he works Saturday like they’re talking about. It won’t be a regular thing, but they’re kind of busy now. At the start of today he said things were so slow he wondered what they’d do all day. Then tons of orders and other work came in. I guess they have companies worldwide that fix broken electronic parts and many departments there deal with well-known brands like Motorola, Cisco and companies like that.

I hope it’s not just an illusion or something above out to tease us cuz it really looks like this is the year he really will get a permanent job, we’ll finally be insured, and we’ll get to live in a real house that just might not be nearly as old as my mom and where I won’t have to deal with other people’s animals. I hope their medical/dental plan isn’t too expensive. Sometimes these so-called “plans” cost so much that you’re not really getting much of a deal.

Speaking of Mom, I called her today to let her know the urn arrived and to see how she was doing. “Everything’s all wrong,” was all she would say. She hinted at it having to do with paperwork, so I guess that dealing with taxes and other things that would require copies of Dad’s death certificate is a real hassle.

Got to chat with my special buddy in Europe earlier. :))) She’s looking to refurnish her bedroom. She also said she has a “Gestenkorn” on her eye and don’t ask her the word for it in English cuz she doesn’t know. I looked it up and got “barley field,” WTF? LOL

Still loving the support and comfort I get from my new airbed, even if it means that now I gotta always be paranoid of leaks. I should get another one as a backup soon.

There was a break in the rain today, which meant I had to turn on sound machines to drown out the fucking mutts. Yeah, you fuckers, we won’t always be neighbors!

I worked my upper body today so that I could give my legs a day to recover from their latest muscle injuries. I pulled something in one of my quads.

I may not have a double chin but I sure have some seriously fried hair. It’s as dry as it was when I smoked or got carried away with the straightening iron. I’m sure it’s from dying it.

I noticed I have a subscriber on Facebook. Hmm… wonder where they found me and why they’d subscribe to someone whose account isn’t public. I’ll probably return to public blogging as myself after I get a few more months off from the troll and hopefully forgotten about, but I’ve decided to keep writing on Facebook as well. I can’t post sparkly, animated pictures, but I don’t want to keep driving some of my regulars too crazy by changing sites too often, and this setup actually works out well. That way I can share things with my closest friends and customize who sees what posts. This isn’t something I can do on blogging sites where my only option is to set it to friends only when not all of my friends would care to join the site in the first place. So, those of my most loyal FB fans need not worry about having to bookmark a new site. Any links I share to other places I write at will be strictly optional and a matter of choice as to where people prefer to follow me, though I may one day go public on FB.

I messaged the subscriber to ask how he found me, and Maliheh as well since the guy’s in Missouri and she used to live there. Haven’t heard from either one as of yet, but I’ve pretty much come to realize that no matter how often Maliheh promises to keep in touch more often, it ain’t gonna happen, LOL. That’s ok. Especially since I have Nane again and I seem to be more into her than Maliheh these days, though I don’t know why. Maliheh and I know each other better and Nane’s more likely to dump me.

Too bad Tammy never did start her own journal. I would’ve loved to get a kick out of whatever overdramatized bullshit she came up with. Well, if it wasn’t purely imaginary, that is. I’m sure the bulk of it would be her physical woes.

I had my own woes earlier with my molar stinging. This is the one next to the one that was pulled. Second bottom one in from the back left side. It took 3 pain pills, one ear oil treatment (just in case that’s part of it), one mouthful of peroxide, and some Orajel to kill it. And of course having PMS makes me all the more sensitive to it. :(

Things are really looking up for us. I’m just a little worried about the pigs and April cuz they seem to love to do things in quarters. By vanishing from public online like I basically have, I don’t give them anything new to add to whatever old crap they fabricated on me, but I realize that with the proper know-how and determination, anyone can make anything look like whatever they want in the digital world. Scary, but nothing I can really do about it in the end. I haven’t done one thing illegal online to this sick bitch, but like I said, they can make it appear however they want. I can’t stop them from coming after me if that’s what they still have in mind. I can only make them sorry if they do.

I gotta laugh at the thought of Mommy Dearest, if that was really her that checked out my “secret” blog, trying to comment about it only to find she couldn’t. That’s one of the frustrating things about Thoughts, LOL. If someone’s blocked you, you have no way of knowing it unless you try to make contact, and Thoughts lets you waste time trying first, then they tell you that you can’t contact that person instead of saying so as soon as you go to compose a message to them. I just can’t believe she wouldn’t have wanted to maybe make more bogus threats or just rub in the fact that she knew it was me. But I was smart enough to block her account up front:)

On the other hand, the mother’s account doesn’t show any activity— since February 5th. Would attempted activity not count? I guess not if it was her and she did in fact try to comment.

I chose not to block Molly to confuse her even more by denying it was me if she ever finds and contacts me. I figured if I blocked her up front it would look all the more like I was who I am.

There’s always the chance the last visitor from that household was Molly herself, but I can’t believe she wouldn’t run and rage about it in her own journal and threaten to report me to the Thoughts staff even though I didn’t use her name. As Aly said, she wouldn’t go so many days without logging into at least some of her accounts, and this visitor showed up two days after all activity from Molly ceased on March 6th. That’s why I think it was the mother. Molly would’ve also opened every single entry and not just a few. She would’ve spent all day and night catching up and not just 15 minutes. She’s gotta be locked up somewhere.