Yesterday was fun. Tom went to bed early so he would get up early. A little after 6:00 we set off the bombs after blowing out the heater’s pilot light. Hopefully, the next time it needs to be lit it won’t be by us. But it’s almost June and by Wednesday we’re expected to be in the 90s, so it was a good time to blow it out. And ensure us enough propane to finish out our time here. As soon as he turns 55 we’re good to go. Or at least to start seriously looking for a place. Right now we can get some ideas, but we couldn’t do much about it if we found something that looked ideal right now. No one’s gonna hold a place that long and lose that much money. So free to go or not come June 28th, we’ll probably be here till August.

Tom found a super cheap adult community where you can rent a 3-bed, 2-bath for just $700. The catch is that it’s not close to anything and would be a 65-mile drive to work.

Anyway, we ended up making 7 or 8 stops over the course of the next 3 hours, even though we only had to be out for 2. We first went to Mel’s Diner. He got a ham omelet and I got steak and eggs, which strangely enough cost about the same. The food was great, as always, but the loud mid-50s music sucked shit. Fortunately, this little kid didn’t get there till we were ready to leave. So it didn’t have time to double the audio annoyances.

We mailed my mom’s birthday card from the post office and grabbed a single sheet of forever stamps that will probably last us just that – forever. We pay all our bills online and we give Jesse the rent ourselves, so we rarely mail anything. We might have to mail our rent at the next place, though. I’m amazed at how thin the stamps are now!

We picked up our own mail at the UPS Store and I was both dismayed and delighted by something I got from my mom. Well, I noticed the writing on the envelope was a little different than usual, though my guess is that it was written out by mom though her handwriting has gotten sloppier with her age and grief. While we very much appreciate the $25 IHOP card, I thought it was a weird time to be receiving it since our anniversary isn’t till the 15th, I was worried and pissed to see that it was from Tammy. Not that I don’t appreciate the hell out of it. Hey, it’s a nice gift and we’ll be sure to enjoy every inch of it that ends up on our waistlines, but I never wanted her to have our address, physical or not. I told Mom – how many times? – to please not share our address. As Tammy herself has admitted with no qualms whatsoever, she’s no saint when pissed so I don’t like someone as vindictive as she is having the address.

But anyone who’s gotten me in jail once, even if they had no idea any more than we did that I had a warrant on me, and that cost me half a year of life, thousands of dollars and years of stress, will never again have my full forgiveness or trust. She claimed she had no idea of where we moved to when she got pissed at me for telling Bill just what I wished I could do to him for abusing her and Lisa if I weren’t so far away, and that Bill was the one that called the pigs, but she had to have given the cock enough info for the pigs to find me with to begin with. Pigs aren’t God. They need at least some info to go on when tracking someone down. They’re only human. They don’t have a crystal ball they can look into. I also suspect they called some of Tom’s relatives, but his “family” would never say so if they did.

The point is the same – I don’t trust this highly vindictive bitch. A lot of the people I’ve known forever or for a very long time – well – many aspects of their lives may’ve changed, but they haven’t.

I’m surprised I still haven’t heard from the damn drama queen and wonder if she ended up staying longer in Florida than planned. Mom said she’d be back on the 17th. Well, how busy can a person on disability with 3 grown kids possibly be?

Mom just doesn’t get it, and like most people who don’t get something, they don’t believe it. She just doesn’t get/believe how vindictive her own daughter can be, even to her own siblings, and just like the troll’s mother can’t accept that her own daughter can’t make friends because she’s a crazy stalker, my mother is too trusting of Tammy. So now this person who has helped get me in jail once and who will probably screw me out of whatever inheritance I might’ve gotten if my mother would’ve just opened her eyes and seen Tammy as Tammy and not just as her daughter, also has our address to use and abuse at will, even if it’s not our physical address. I don’t think even Tom gets the potential danger in her having our address, even if she can’t prove that I did anything wrong cuz I don’t intend to. I know the worst she could do is just cause us some headaches, but if we decided to use our physical address at the next place and not bother with UPS Stores, I’m not giving the address out to anyone but my mother. Not even my best friends. Sorry, but past experience has taught me that it’s better to be safe than sorry. I’ll give them the general area if they want to see the area by satellite, but that’s it. I wouldn’t even be giving it to my mother if I didn’t hold out the foolish hope that someday we could at least get a few grand after she dies.

I’m also going to be careful about what numbers I share as well. A few years ago someone got ahold of one of our cell numbers and we got slammed with prank calls. Of course they called from a blocked number while they were at it. Well, we had to pay a fortune in minutes to go through and keep deleting all the hang-up messages they’d leave us, thus costing us a ton of money during a time when we couldn’t afford to spare a single penny. The extremity of it makes me think it could’ve been someone who once knew us. Maybe we still do. IDK for sure, it could’ve been totally random for all I know. All I do know is that with today’s technology, one has to work even harder to protect themselves. There is a number of things that could be done with someone’s address; probably even things I don’t even realize. People can’t simply ignore those they have a problem with. Instead, they have to spite them in any way possible and do everything they can to get their attention. Again, people’s lives change, but do they? Ok, so a few people may change a lot over the years and I consider myself to be one of those few. Several people have pointed out how different I am from the younger me in personality and as far as hobbies and interests go. But most people don’t seem to change much at all. I still have some of the same interests I had years ago, but many of the people and events that I’ve known and experienced in my past would be handled and treated very differently had I known these people today and experienced the same things today, like that deaf girl Cecelia I recently mentioned in my journal. The cock that might’ve shoved me 25 years ago would get the beating of his life today. The person who pisses me off one too many times on or offline that might’ve gotten prank calls, prank letters and God knows what from me in the past would get ignored these days. Those who might’ve been able to bring me to tears by calling me fat, ugly, stupid or whatever in the past only get laughed at today. My temper and my crazy laugh haven’t changed much, but most things have, be it because of all I’ve gone through or just because. But when dealing with others I know I have to consider the fact that more than likely they’re the same people they were 20 years ago. Well, Tammy falls within these so-called norms.

Right now it’s PayPal we’re more worried about because if anything’s going to screw up our credit it’s them. No matter how many times we try to explain to them and to eBay that we were scammed, no one wants to help us. We sold a couple of dolls to someone for $75, and even though we specifically said No Refunds on our auctions, they’re trying to get the money back. More than likely it’s an inside job. Someone with a friend working for PayPal probably got them to reverse the payment, but fortunately we didn’t have any money in our account at the time so they couldn’t get the refund and therefore two free dolls. Once we were aware of what was going on and couldn’t get anyone to help us, we shut our PayPal account down. But what can we do now??? We’ve gone through all the proper channels to report the fraud, but no one cares. So now what??? Just accept that God still protects our perps and that we can never again use PayPal or eBay and be glad they didn’t get to rip us off?

Since we’re almost certainly never going to own again our credit isn’t that crucial, but this could hinder us from getting into an adult community. Rural is better than the mainstream city or attached living, but that would still leave us with people’s dogs to have to deal with if we can’t get into an adult community.

We dumped some cardboard off at a place that recycles it, and Tom ran into Home Depot to look for a better screen than the one he’s got, and heavy-duty magnets to keep the yellow jackets from coming down the cooler vent. He ended up getting some foam-like filter and had I gone in with him and not waited in the car I’d have reminded him about how the AC kept running continuously when we put those in our vents in Maricopa and stopped him from getting the stuff. It restricts the airflow too much.

I spent about $30 at Target getting unnecessary shit like Cherry Blossom body spray, a pair of boy shorts in lilac made of both spandex and lace, glitter bobby pins with hot pink feathers dangling from them, honey lip balm, and a couple of bottles of nail polish. One’s called Glass Slipper which sort of looks like crushed ice, and one’s called Iceberg Lotus in a frosty metallic type of finish you’d find on most cars that are in a bold shade of blue-green. I still have enough of my usual shades of pink, purple and red.

Anyway, I expect to be pretty busy today, so that’s it for now.