So Aly was in the hospital the other day wanting a “hug and a friend.” Well, if Kim isn’t cutting it for her then maybe it’s time to rethink who she dumps/keeps as friends. She never tweeted at all yesterday so maybe something else happened, which wouldn’t surprise me.

Even though I haven’t heard the woodpecker, we’re going to sweep off the patio roof today. The vacation has made me lazier as far as exercising goes, but more active in other ways. I’m doing things I don’t normally do. Like going through 40 years’ worth of papers to file in our new file box.

Tom is also replacing the brake light that went out. On our way in from one of our many outings, we had just entered the park and were about to turn onto the street before ours when a car raced up alongside Tom. He hit the horn, thinking they were trying to pass him cuz they thought he was going too slow over the speed bump, but instead, the woman was trying to tell him about the brake light.

Now some pig’s in trouble for threatening a black girl from his Facebook page, no doubt spawned from the Dallas massacre. Oh right, so they give him a slap on the wrist or something. Big deal. I understand the police’s frustration with the black community as they become increasingly violent, but are the cops really much better with the way they seem to think they’re above the law… making threats, kicking ass and lying to people? Believe me, even though it’s been 16 years, if that black pig came to this door right now…

Later…

Decided that I would keep my FO book on Prosebox, but create a MO book since it’s been a while since Kim and Aly have used the site. Oh, they’ll be back. They just won’t be able to find my old account, of course, when they go looking for it to block it.

In the MO book, I won’t mention names. Tom will just be “my husband.” Tammy will just be “my sister.” If they read around enough they would probably figure out who I am just by the things I say and the way I write, but I’m tired of letting them deprive me of the fun of “meeting” new people, risky or not. I may not be sociable in real life because it’s harder to meet people offline when you work at home, but I’m usually pretty sociable online. Oh yes, I’m coming back, Prosebox! Wonder how many others will realize who I am that I blocked on my old account, LOL. I just miss the fun of mingling with different people from different states/countries and seeing what they have to say about the things I write about, etc. I’m still going to write for myself first, then be selective about what I share in public second. Too many emotional wimps out there that I don’t want to deal with. It’s not just a matter of people’s sensitivity, but also a matter of some things simply not being anyone’s business but mine. The only thing I didn’t like about Prosebox is that the more followers you gain, the more you’re kind of obligated to follow and comment on them in return and that can get kind of old and time-consuming.

No, I don’t want another Molly stalking me for nearly a decade, and no, I don’t want another Kim going ballistic on me if I decide I’ve had enough of her lies, and no, I don’t want another Aly who I think really cares about me and then dumps me after 8 years of what I thought was mostly a good friendship despite the lies and other shit. But life is about taking chances and I’m not about to hide forever just because of a handful of shitheads.

I’ll still keep my FO book in case I decide to return to FO mode.

Later…

So Aly tweeted something about how she and Bri (a long-time cyber pal) talked things over and Aly’s hoping that this time she really understands just how rude she sometimes is. Fingers crossed!

Did she ever think that maybe the problem is her? And let me guess… Bri doesn’t know about this account, right?

I’ve never talked to Bri but recognize her name both on Twitter and Facebook. I also couldn’t resist myself. I just had to warn her. Even though I have absolutely no right to do so and know it’s not my place to stick my nose in it, I couldn’t help but feel bad for her. Just like Aly did with me, she’s basically saying things behind her back that should be said directly to her, and she’s doing it in public for the entire world to see except probably Bri herself. Bri’s no doubt going to get dumped next.

I have no idea what kind of person Bri is. She could be a rude asshole that deserves a good talking to and maybe even a dumping. But the more honest she is (in a way Aly doesn’t agree with) and the more her personality differs from Aly’s, the more likely she could be dumped. Aly likes crazy. Crazy, dishonest, forgetful, selfish, stupid, unreliable… that sort of thing. Anyone else she’ll always have a problem with.

Again, I don’t know Bri, but I have a feeling she too, is about to go from thinking she’s had this really great friend for many years that she’ll probably always have, to being shocked, hurt and angry to find she’s been tossed out like yesterday’s trash.

The more I see Aly’s true colors shine… her thirst for drama, her dishonesty, the way she lies and blames others for her problems… the less I miss her. I used to see through the bad and right to the good in her, but not anymore. I know without a doubt I’ll never hear from her again, but if I did there’s no way I’d be dumb enough to forgive her and resume our so-called friendship. I would simply ignore her. Sure hope I would, anyway.

All morning long I had to listen to chainsaws (outside the park), woodchippers, lawnmowers and blowers. It fucking sucks.

Survived my fourth statin and still not too worried about his return to work. Maybe knowing I’m seeing Stacey again on Wednesday helps, too? Either way, I feel much more confident. I even had a few wonderfully familiar moments of wishing I had more space to concentrate on things around here.

I noticed a second SUV in the Twenties’ driveway this morning and thought, great. They got a second vehicle or someone moved in. But then Tom said they had a housewarming party last night and someone probably stayed over when it got late. Said there were 3-4 cars there, but they were quiet. Yeah, right. I’m sure the door slamming was a nightmare, but he wouldn’t have noticed or cared, LOL. Glad I wasn’t awake for it.

Later…

Last night I dreamed that we were swimming at the beach in Maui. Tom dove down under a wave as I stood on the shore and felt myself begin to worry when he took too long to resurface. When he finally did I told him I was about to panic and he laughed like it was no big deal and said, “What? I could stay under longer if I wanted to.”

Then the night before I dreamed something about borrowing a mop for a pretty big bathroom that had 4-5 stalls. Some guy told me I would be taken into custody if I didn’t return the mop when I was done with it.

Tom took a peek at the patio roof and said he didn’t see anything for the woodpeckers to be interested in, but a few twigs. He said the roof looked in even better condition than it does from the street too, so they haven’t done any damage that we know of. This may explain why I haven’t heard from them lately. They’re supposed to be active in the spring anyway.

I guess now I can get to the bad news. These are our absolute LAST and final rats ever. Some other breed of animal will one day live in this cage that I never would’ve spent over $200 on had I known I’d get the same timid crap I’ve been getting from pet stores. Maybe some kind of exotic bird or chinchillas will live in this humungous cage after the rats are gone in 2-3 years from now. Seriously, I’d rather a loud lovable pet than a quiet shy pet.

These rats are horrible. Insanely adorable, but horrible. They don’t bite but they act like I’m going to kill them every time I go near them. They’ve gotten a little better, but they’ll never be anything like some of our best rats have been. Bleu Royale Rattery is obviously not about what they say they’re about. No wonder they wanted to meet us in public. Plus, it was the mother that met us, not Leslie. Leslie’s her daughter, who she says is autistic. That’s not the issue. The issue is that they lied on their site and on Facebook about their rats being handled since birth and oh so calm. Trust me, these rats weren’t handled regularly, and if they were it was by the wrong person. I’ve had rats since 1998. I can tell these things.

I thought about saying something to them, but what good would it do now? What’s done is done and it won’t change anything. They would never buy back the rats, and even if they did, we’d still be stuck with this mansion of a cage. Might as well let them live their lives in it. But if you want rats, save yourself a fortune and just go to a regular pet store. Maybe not all ratteries are the same, but you won’t get anything special from this one. They’re just people breeding and selling rats just like the pet stores do and that’s it.

They’ll let me handle them (sometimes without a fight) but they clearly would rather interact with each other as opposed to people. I miss having people-loving rats! But it’s like it’s not meant to be in this state. Other than Tinkerboy and Sugar, that is, and look what happened to Sugar. After his stroke, he was severely disabled for half of his life.