We’ve now been in this little dumpy trailer for 4½ years. That’s pretty sad, but I know it could be worse and that we’ll one day have much better living quarters. God may try and try to stop us and throw all kinds of curveballs at us, but eventually, we’ll have too much money to be stopped unless something kills us. While Tom would love to be able to get some Saturdays off for a change, I’m guessing that the closer we get to meeting our monetary goal, the more Saturdays he’ll get off and the less OT he’ll have during the week. But at least he’ll have more of a life and won’t be so damn tired.

We’re definitely not going to bother with the park where we applied for a loan. Tom said she made the comment about renting places like crazy. We don’t want to live with renters. That’d mean more turnovers to have to deal with and the potential for rude and noisy neighbors. We’ve been down that road enough times before. Owners are much more likely to be considerate of those around them and much less likely to flip out on you if you make a reasonable request of them like to keep their music for their ears only. I also don’t like how the park took its sweet time in getting back to us.

Now that bitch of an abusive mother of mine is abusing me in my sleep. :( In the dream, she was still alive and I called her with Andy on 3-way to tell her something about birthday present ideas for a friend. Next thing I know she starts insulting me and cussing me out. Andy was making these whooshing sounds by blowing into the phone. The first two times I told him to shut the fuck up, he did, but then he just kept on doing it and drowning the bitch’s rant out. So I had to hang up on Andy and call the bitch back so I could return fire, so to speak, and let her know just what I’d like to do to her. I said something like, “You didn’t quite go belly-up last time, but if you ever talk to me like that again I’ll make sure you do!”

I’m so happy to be connected to my favorite first cousin Phillip on Facebook! Exchanged messages with Mary and my German hottie, too.

But where the hell is Alison and what in the world is going on with her? She was supposed to return to Facebook, yet after I bitched about her constantly creating and deactivating accounts she goes and deactivates the latest one she was supposedly going to add me to. Something must be going on. Something I may not know about. She’s not answering my emails and her online life has ceased to exist. She’s not on Facebook, she’s not on Ask, she’s not anywhere that I know of. But I know she must have her reasons for it and that she has a right to do what she wants, so I’m not going to worry about it. If I hear from her again, fine. If not, well, that’s her choice.

At first I wanted to kick myself for going off on Phil’s mother and sister (I don’t think they picked up the messages yet) and I warned him that while I was rather distraught, not that it’s a good excuse, I really let them have it for some things I’ve wanted to get off my chest for years, mostly pertaining to Marty. He said he and I have no issues and he understands my negative feelings toward Marty. He wasn’t nice to him either, but he did try to change during his last few years and so he gives him credit for that. He said he misses me (me too) and that we’ll keep in touch and he’ll send more info soon. The only other thing he said was that the economy has been rough and there aren’t many jobs in Florida. I guess he was in the RV business and now it’s no longer a good one to be in.

Due to the job market being so shitty in Florida, it shocked the shit out of me to learn that Mary has gotten two jobs in less than a month. And being fresh out of prison, too! One at Burger King, the other as a paralegal. I was also glad to hear she only has two years of standard probation. I thought she’d be on it for life.

Anyway, she’s staying with friends and her lawyer was kind enough to hold onto and then give her the incense and makeup I sent her when she was supposed to be released a couple of years ago. I said to thank him for me. She said, “Are you kidding? You’re like a sister to me,” when I said I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear from her again.

It was funny to cut some of our old jokes like how S had a crush on Palma. Just what is that gorgeous Mexican officer up to these days? I wonder. And “Teddy Bear?” If she hasn’t been fired I’m sure she’s still as much of a slut as my brother is.

Maliheh is continuing to confirm my suspicions that she’s not really a true friend and that her “not being very sociable” is a piss-poor excuse for the REAL reasons I rarely hear from her. Now why in the world would it have been so damn hard for her to leave a quick reply to my last message as I asked her to? Because she’s determined to keep me at enough of a distance so as to not have to deal with me, but a close enough one to keep me from badmouthing her in my blog. Oh, I’ll make any mention of her private, but still, she really pisses me off. Like I said, the fact that she never added me on Facebook, even though she could’ve hidden me the way I’ve hidden Tom, made me wonder right off the bat just what she was up to. I wonder if she ever would have contacted me in the first place if it weren’t to demand her name and location be removed from Evil.

I’m not going to send her a message letting her have it or letting her know how I feel. Instead, I want to see how much longer she goes until she contacts me. I’m curious to see if she even remembers my birthday. One thing I do know for sure is that if I do hear from her again, I’m not about to be quick to reply to her as I always would in the past. No, she’s going to wait on me for once. Fuck one-sided friendships! I take the time to send her journals because she claims she’s “spoiled” though I really think she’s afraid to go to the site cuz of my tracker, and I decorate them with the cats she loves, yet she can’t even take the time to keep in touch more often? I would never want to keep in touch every day. Even sites like Ask gets a bit much for me at times. Too much is too much and has a way of losing its specialness if it’s overdone. But once a week or two would be nicer than a few months.

It took her a few days, but I know she picked up my last message last night. I even edited one of the entries to say that I was pissed about someone I thought was a friend for not giving their condolences when my mom died even though she was a bitch.

The trolls have been behaving, even though I know that at least one of them still peeks in on my blog at times, but I realize I shouldn’t be so public with my Facebook account. Friends on other sites are one thing since most of them aren’t really “friends.” But these are real friends AND family. Even if Kim and Molly don’t go back to being a real problem on a regular basis, who says I couldn’t meet someone else online that would gladly love to harass my friends and family should they get pissed at me? I know I can’t protect others forever, but I can at least try to do what little I can. So doing my part will mean revamping my FB account later on this morning. I’m going to make most of it friends of friends. What sucks is that cover photos are public. I will have to delete those with likes and comments.