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.
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