I really REALLY hope dentist day isn’t allergy day. But I counted the days and I’m right about due for the next attack come Wednesday. It’d be really hard on me to have to go to the dentist while I’m struggling not to sneeze my ass off. Tom thinks it’s something in these woods and that I’ll be ok when we move. Well, we’re not moving this year so if he’s right I’ve still got lots of sneezing and runny noses ahead of me.

We continue not to find the perfect, or near-perfect place, yet our money continues to grow. Tom’s to call the park people today. Even if they turn us down for a loan on a more expensive place, we’ve now got enough money to buy something less expensive outright. Most parks require you to make at least 3 times the rent. Well, the most the lot we end up on will probably be $600 a month and he makes way more than that. He doesn’t get how the company can afford to pay him so much and why they’d want to pay him 46K a year to do such tedious jobs that could be done in more sufficient ways, thus saving the company money. We would still think that sooner or later they’ll stop working their employees 10-12 hours a day, 6 days a week at which time they’d be paying him 30-something grand a year, but that’s enough for two low-maintenance people with not many expenses. Plus, he’s still got lots of vacation time accumulated and great benefits.

We just don’t get why people would want to lease cars and have to make payments every month when you can buy something used for 3-5 grand that will be plenty sufficient and comfortable enough. Our 1994 car may not have all the bells and whistles of modern vehicles, but it’s comfy and has been good to us since we got it in 2007, it’s not a gas-guzzler, and it doesn’t come with payments attached to it. We own it free and clear. All we pay for is gas and insurance. Tom does his own car maintenance and repairs, which has cost very little so far.

Andy and I were talking about the prospect of Israel and Iran really getting into it and he went on to say something about the New Testament saying Israel would be destroyed and that the rest of the world would suffer and all that, and I’m like, to each their own in their thinking and beliefs, but as far as I’m concerned all the various bibles are hogwash. They’re not “God’s” word, but the word of the women/gay-hating fanatics that wrote it. It is simply their beliefs and opinions, but not necessarily facts. Until God jumps down from the sky, shakes my hand and introduces Himself to me, I cannot assume for a fact that God exists. I suspect there’s a higher power of some kind(s) both good and bad, but I cannot believe what I haven’t actually seen. Same with what happens to us when we die. We can speculate. We can theorize. But we cannot know until we’re dead.

Many people believed the world would end in 1999. They were wrong. Many people believe it will end this year. I’d say there’s a damn good chance they’ll be wrong, too. I don’t doubt that Israel and Iran will continue to pick on each other, though. They always have so why would they stop now? But just because they may kill each other doesn’t mean it’ll affect us. At least I don’t see how it could anymore than I can see how it would affect those in California if some wife beats her husband to death in Japan. Or even if some man burns someone’s house down in Chicago. As I also told him, though, why worry until and if something actually happens that does affect us?

Later…

Should I be pissed that Andy joined Facebook 6 weeks ago and never told me? Well, I surprised him by letting him know I accidentally found him. I linked from Sharyn to Norma to him after Sharyn left the sweetest comment on my blog. I’m guessing Andy didn’t say anything because he doesn’t want to add me and let his sisters (and possibly others) know we’re friends. He probably doesn’t know you can hide friends from other friends. I’ve still got Tom hidden from everyone not just to keep him safe from trolls, but because the guy isn’t into the online social scene. He only joined FB for contests.

About a month ago someone anonymously asked why I went private on FB. I do this every now and then if I feel my friends are a little too exposed to the public as their comments add up. I know I can’t protect them from the world, nor is it my duty to, but Molly and Kim are still out there and they’ll never change. They’ve backed off somewhat, but they’re still there. Although quick and quiet, Molly still peeks in on my blog and I’m sure Kim still is too, but is disabling cookies or having her “sources” check me out for her. Anyway, I wonder if he was the one who asked why I went private on FB, though I had assumed it was Kim or Molly, but probably Kim. Andy swears he doesn’t ask me things anonymously, but who knows?

Sharyn left a message on my blog saying she tried to write to me but couldn’t get through. She says she’s so sorry for what I went through. This was on an entry sharing my hate for my uncles, though one is now dead. She said: BTW, your shitty uncle Marty tried to pick me up on the streets when I was 15… until he realized it was me.

Now, why oh why doesn’t this surprise me?

Anyway, I replied to her comment, sent her a friend invite and a message, and we’ll see if she gets it.

The original plan was to let Jennifer have it for accepting her 15% when she knows she shouldn’t, or I at least hope she knows she shouldn’t. I was also going to give Larry’s child-woman a heads up about her Romeo through a friend of hers since she can’t be contacted directly, and then I was going to let Polly and Ruth know just what I think of them and Marty, dead or not. I know that anything I do will get back to Tammy and I’m ok with that because Tammy can no longer go running to Mom and Dad and start a family feud much like Larry did years ago. All she can do is not like it. So I don’t have a problem with people going to Tammy, and I already warned her that since they couldn’t go whining to Mom and Dad, they would be going to her.

But then I unblocked Lisa’s account long enough to see who was on her friend list and was surprised to see she was connected to Jennifer. I can’t tell if she’s connected to Larry because the bastard blocked me. If I go off on Jennifer, then she’ll end up dragging Lisa into it as well as Tammy. I mean, I can’t believe she wouldn’t mention it to Lisa, and I know Lisa would certainly mention it to Tammy. Well, I’d like to try to keep it so that people only go running to Tammy. Besides, Jennifer didn’t ask or demand to be included in the will.

I’m also not sure I should waste time on Larry’s child-woman. I wouldn’t mind letting her know that she’s foolish to think Larry won’t trade her in for a newly minted coochie once hers gets older like he did with his ex, knowing how it’d piss Larry off, but I also don’t want them making trouble for me over it. With the little bastard about to drop into the world anytime now, hopefully they won’t have much time to pick on me. I don’t know her well, but neither of them strikes me as the type to go Molly or Kim on me. But I knew that going through Stefanie’s friends might make her harass my friends, so I dropped her a link on Pinterest to her own special blog post I wrote for her, LOL.

Tammy surprised me with a message on Facebook today. I didn’t expect her back till Wednesday, but she arrived, tired but glad to be home. I don’t blame her! At least now she’ll never have to see or speak to Larry again. Unless by some miracle they patched things up and are actually getting along now. Well, she can do what she wants, but I don’t want anything to do with the bastard. He’ll only end up making me wish I could race across the country and strangle him. Tammy and Sharyn are one thing but I don’t want much contact with other family members, not because I don’t like them (some of them) or anything like that, but because that way there’s less chance of any drama.

What didn’t surprise me was that only 16 people showed up at the services held for Mom, and 5 were Tammy’s friends. How the hell did she get so many friends in Florida anyway? LOL Then there was Walter, Mark, and the pervert himself (at least he had the decency to leave the child-woman home). Wonder who the other 8 people were. Then again, do I really care?

The best news is that it looks like we got accepted into the park! We’re going to check out what’s for sale there real soon.