12-1-1993
I was so sure I’d begin this paper journal before the 1st, but I ended up getting sick. I had already dated it for November 30th, so I covered it up with an address label. I fell asleep yesterday at noon, and I woke up wheezing my ass off at 6:30. My attack lasted nearly two hours. I’m fine now, but very tired. I did fall back asleep from 10 PM - 12:30 AM, but I’m not trying to go to sleep right now. That gets boring and frustrating. Tom was a big help when I was wheezing. He made me coffee and rubbed my back.
Andy left a funny message. He forgot whether my birthday was on the 1st or the 3rd and to call him and let him know which one it is and what I wanted to do. I called to let him know it was the 4th and that Tom was gonna heat up the Jacuzzi.
Later…
I can’t sleep, so I figured I’d write some more for now.
Tom should be getting up at 6:00. After he takes a shower, I’ll take one. I certainly could use one, and my hair is a mess.
What will I do today? I haven’t a clue. Perhaps some serious letter writing. I still have to send a message to Tammy. I got no mail yesterday, which is odd. Hopefully, I’ll get a letter from Bob today and maybe one from Kim and Alex, too. Tom wrote almost halfway into this book. It’s amazing how much his handwriting looks like Bob’s.
Later…
Tom’s up making those disgusting chomping and slurping sounds while he eats his sandwiches. In an hour he’ll be off to work, and I’m gonna open up the doors and air the place out. He’s got a cold, but I was gonna air it out anyway. Cigarette smoke’s been building up in here now that the EC has been off.
I took a bath about an hour ago, and I feel a bit better. Still tired and tight in the chest, though. To feel better, and also cuz I get sick of looking like a geek, I put on makeup and did my hair.
Later…
I am watching Little House on the Prairie now, and next is Charlie’s Angels, then Geraldo.
Tom left at 7:30, and for about 45 minutes I played with Beauty.
I’m looking forward to getting a video of The Guardian. I’m hopeful that there’ll be a nice picture of her on the video box. I’d also like to try to hunt down the other movie she did in 1983. The one called Local Hero. I wonder how she looked back then.
In this episode of Charlie’s Angels, a Las Vegas dancer gets killed. Kelly (Jaclyn Smith) goes and dances in a chorus line to catch the killer. Kate’s always been my favorite angel. I used to have a huge crush on her. Damn! The clothes back then were absolutely pitiful.
Oh, fuck! Kate Jackson’s not in this one. Some other girl is on with Cheryl Ladd and Jaclyn. Not that disgusting Shelley Hack, though, thankfully. I like Farrah better than Cheryl, too.
Well, it’s only 52º now. Kind of chilly.
Geraldo’s going on now, but during commercials, I’m gonna log on to Prodigy to see if I got any mail.
12-2-1993
Yesterday I fell asleep at noon, and I got up around 8:30. I got no mail, but there was a message from Andy. He wanted me to let him know if I wanted the Christmas Through Your Eyes CD by Gloria. I left him a message not to get that or Mi Tierra by her, as I’ll get it through the record club (I hope). I named some old albums of Linda’s that he may want to get on CD. Speaking of Linda, guess she got a new album out now in English. She previously released another Spanish album I have yet to get. There are tons of CDs I want. She’s also on The Jay Leno Show tonight, which I taped. I haven’t seen it yet, but I saw a quick clip in a commercial, and oh my God! She’s gotten so fat, her hair looks pitiful, and she’s really aging. How sad. The poor woman was once so drop-dead beautiful.
I also taped Unsolved Mysteries, Now, Law & Order, and Tales from the Crypt on HBO.
I typed Kim a letter, and who knows what I’m gonna do now? When Tom gets up, which I don’t think will be for several hours, I’ll have to have him put my clothes out in the dryer. I don’t have a key for this door, and I hate that room. It’s sort of a part of the garage. Who knows what spiders may be in there?
Also, I blasted the fan and opened the doors when he left for work to air the place out. I think I blew out the pilot light on the living room wall heater. It’s freezing in there!
I also finally got around to sending Tammy a message. I told her all about the pig and our “tentative” date to get married.
That’s all for now. I guess I will go see the shows I taped.
Later…
I just had to wake Tom up a few minutes ago to relight the pilot light on the wall heater. It was absolutely freezing in here.
At 10:00, he’s taking his parents to the racetrack. Instead of him taking them there every Saturday, he will be taking them every Thursday due to his schedule changing.
Later…
If Andy can find the Lush Life CD, that’d be nice cuz I sing most of the songs on that album. I still haven’t seen Linda yet on Jay Leno, but I will when I’m more awake. I’m starting to get pretty tired.
I hope I get a letter from Bob today. I love getting letters from him and anyone else who writes me.
I asked Kim to let me know in her next letter to me if she’s had any developments in being able to get my tapes back that the fucking pigs took. You know, I’ve lost all respect for cops and pretty much most people in authority. Yes, there are some good cops, but you hear story after story of those whose badges have gone to their heads and are on a big power kick. It’s just like at Brattleboro, Valleyhead, and most places like that. A few care and play it fair, but very few. Most are on power play at high speed. I never want another cop friend again. I’d never have a one-nighter with a Lisa S or a Laurie H if it were possible either.
Later…
Tom just went out to get us breakfast from Jack-in-the-Box. I’m so hungry. I’m up to 101 pounds, too, and probably more like 105 on an accurate scale. Oh well.
Tom’s been really good at predicting my mail for me. He feels one letter, probably from Bob.
So anyway, when I wake up, if he’s up too, we’re gonna go out to the grocery store. I still have to get Chanukah cards. We also need a few things around here, like milk and some TV dinners as well as munchies. You know me and my popcorn.
Tom already got his first Christmas card yesterday from his brother, who lived here, and his wife. They sent wedding pictures, too. I’m gonna be getting 3 Chanukah cards, as I mentioned before. One for Tammy and the girls, Andy, and Tom.
12-3-1993
I got two letters from Kim today, and in each one, she enclosed a letter she’d gotten from Bob. Tomorrow, I feel a Bob letter coming.
I put one of Bob’s letters in a no-postage-necessary envelope, and the other one I still have. The two letters from Kim are on their way to Fran. I typed a letter to both Bob and Fran tonight.
I did the dishes, and now the fucking sink is all backed up.
I slept yesterday from 2 PM to 9 PM, and Tom was to fire up the spa last night. Well, that was out of the question, as it turns out that the filter, or something like that, is broken. Great. So now he isn’t sure we can get the dishwasher cuz this may be an expensive repair. He says he’ll look at it more closely in the daylight.
I taped and watched Amityville 1992: It’s About Time. It was really nothing spectacular at all.
Andy left a message, all bummed out about taking a really hard test, but now not even sure there’ll be an opening for him at AT&T. They are laying off people.
He also said that midnight was my birthday. Hee, hee. He’ll never remember it’s the 4th.
Either later this morning or tonight, Tom and I will go food shopping.
I’m not sure if I mentioned this, but Beauty’s definitely pregnant. Tom had a dream too, that he walked in one day and there were babies. I’ll either see if Tom knows anyone who’ll want the babies, or trade them in for store credit at the pet store. You can do this where I got her.
Next door’s dog had been much, much quieter lately. I figured someone either killed it or someone really complained. I knew my luck would run out, as I heard it at 4 AM yesterday for an hour. I had to listen to the radio for an hour, which I wasn’t in the mood for, but it beat listening to that damn dog. The fucker sounds like it’s two feet outside my window. I’ve heard no kids, though, thankfully. The last time next door was noisy was when they were moving in.
God sent me a new thing that goes on 3-4 days a week for about 3 weeks now, and I swear it feels as if I’m in an apartment. The house across the street has a band and a really kick-ass stereo. I’m surprised no one’s complained, but I don’t know if anyone has. Especially the pig across the street, two houses away. The bass and drums are sooo annoying. Especially when I’m trying to watch TV or just enjoy total peace. When I got up last night, Tom was on his way to bed, and he said, “I’m surprised they didn’t wake you up across the street. They’ve been blasting their music all night long.” I slept with my music on cuz I figured I’d be woken up by that or a dog.
Later…
I just got done relabeling the outside boxes of my tapes. Remember how Tom gave me these silver foil labels? Well, they’re great for numbering tapes, but not their boxes, as it’s a little hard to see. He brought a few neon orange-colored labels from work, and I used those for numbering the boxes. They’re much easier to read.
12-4-1993
Well, I’m 28 now.
We left early to do a humongous shopping order. It came to around $127. I also got 3 Chanukah cards. One for Tammy and Andy that I wrote with my calligraphy markers. I sent Tammy a check for 20. I have yet to do up Tom’s card. I will do it soon after I get caught up here. Now’s a good time to do Tom’s card as he’s asleep.
Later…
I just quickly did Tom’s Chanukah card. His first-ever, I’m sure.
Yesterday at the store, I won a 25¢ little teddy bear. It’s one of those games where you try to grab it with this claw-like thing, and I got it. Then, I tried 3 more times, but my luck had run out.
Let’s see… what else did we get? Oh, a red light bulb that is on in the hall now. It’s neat.
12-5-1993
Oh, my fucking God! I just don’t believe it! Larry just called me. I was so caught off guard. I didn’t know what to say. He wished me a happy birthday. He drives a tractor-trailer and is constantly in Phoenix and California. He’s been to the clubs I’ve danced at. He said Dad told him, but he didn’t think Ma knew.
Ha! She knew.
His son Larry is 13, and Jennifer is 10.
I simply told him all’s been great since I got here and got my life together. He said he did not want to get involved in any family problems; he has his own family and life.
I said that was fine, but to remember how Tammy and I went through the same shit he did.
He said he only called Tammy to make Mom and Dad happy. I said, “Don’t you think that’s deceiving?” Then, he said he didn’t mind calling her; he just doesn’t want to get in the middle of things. Fine, but now I wonder… did he really want to call me? Or was it just to make Mom and Dad happy?
Well, I have very mixed emotions about meeting with him. A part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, and the other part’s curious. Tammy did bring up a point. She said that we both know how much I’ve changed; therefore, what’s to say he hasn’t changed too? Oh, I just don’t know what to make of all this right now. Tammy mentioned being hopeful that there could be a way to get along without the anger of the past getting in the way. Well, here’s where I stand on that one - I’m a firm believer in letting dead dogs lie. I try not to hold grudges, but this guy abandoned me. Me, who also went through the same abuse. I was young and naïve, but he couldn’t stand by me. He took his anger at Mom and Dad out on me. There was no emotion at all in his voice. How do I know he’ll take me at face value and not judge me by my past? I’m not about to explain or defend myself to him or anyone. Maybe we will have to meet face-to-face to decide if I want to associate with him or not. All Tammy told him was that I became a very happy, stable person here and engaged to be married in a year. Well, I don’t even want to think about him now.
After a cigarette, I’ll write about my other beautiful caller, then get on with all the many good things going on.
Later…
This day still’s getting weirder and weirder. I just spoke to my mother and, believe it or not, that went pretty well. They moved to Palm City, and they have a 2-bedroom condo. She’s working in an office on computers as a secretary. She said something about Dad taking care of some storage thing. He’d just gone out when I called. She left a message yesterday wishing me a happy birthday, so I figured I’d get it over with and call, as she’ll only call again here. I told her I was not dancing now, but was working on the computer and was engaged to be married in a year. She said she was very, very happy for me. I also told her a little about Tom and all he did for me yesterday, which I’ll soon get into. I said I’d send pictures of the house and she could send pictures of the new condo. Lastly, I told her of my very mixed emotions regarding Larry.
Later…
Well, now I shall update the 3rd and 4th. Tom was gonna fire up the Jacuzzi but the filter’s broken. It’ll soon be fixed, though.
On Tuesday, he’s picking up the video of The Guardian. Eventually, we’ll also rent Local Hero. If I like how she looks in it, I’ll buy it.
Let’s just say I made out really well yesterday.
Andy called me at midnight on the 4th and sang me a happy birthday. Today he may be over at 6 PM. He’s getting me a CD, and I need to sew another pocket for him.
On the 6th & 7th, he’s going to Laughlin with Velma.
After I spoke to him, I called Gina at 12:30 AM on the 4th. She wished me a happy birthday live on-air and played the song, They Say It’s Your Birthday. Stan was on again too, and I left Andy a few messages. She got the letter and my picture and thanked me for sending it. She also used the promo tape of me, Stan and Tammy last Tuesday from 9 AM to noon. That’s cool.
One more thing I forgot to mention about Mom - she’s sending me a package and their new address will be on it.
Later…
I just spoke to Nervous for a few minutes.
Now let me finally get into all I did and got yesterday. I got up at 11:30 PM on the 3rd. I fell asleep again at 6 AM till I heard Tom open the cake at 8:30. He got a nice chocolate cake that said, “Happy Birthday, Jodi.” There were two candles, unlike anything I’d ever seen before. They were two tall, skinny candles. A pink one and a purple one. He said the reason why there were two was cuz there are two of us. How sweet.
I gave him his Chanukah card, and he gave me a birthday card. What it says really hits the nail on the head. Here’s what it says: We share a very special kind of love because we share so many other things, too – happy memories, precious dreams, little everyday discoveries, private jokes that no one else would understand. We even think alike in a lot of ways, but not about everything… just enough to make life interesting. It’s no wonder I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything in the world.
Tammy called too, and said she didn’t send anything cuz she’s sending a family portrait. Believe me, I want this more than a check. This way I can put it in the living room, or somewhere here and bring them closer to me.
This is when I told Tammy about Tom and me, and she congratulated me and said she was happy for me. She also asked how old he was cuz she always wanted an older brother. They’re the same age, but Tom’s almost two months older. Good enough.
Enclosed in my birthday card were the stickers in this book. They’re also on the covers of the previous and next journals.
Tom took me to Red Lobster where I got a combo of shrimp, lobster and crab legs, which was great. He got steak.
I then went to withdraw $20, and we went to Target department store. I bought a journal with a little girl on it. A real one, not a drawing. I got a white satin G-string and a purple one, too. Got 4 overcolor markers and 4 undercolor markers. I used them a few pages back, as well as on the back cover of this book for the entry dates. Lastly, I got 5 neon-colored poster boards to paint on with neon paint that glows in the dark.
It is absolutely beautiful out now, but I wish I could go swimming!
Well, guess I’ll lie down for a while till I hear from Andy.
12-6-1993
I fell asleep yesterday afternoon at 4:30 after taking two Pre-Sym pills, as I was so bloated. That shit knocked me on my ass. I awoke to the phone ringing at 6:30, then Andy arrived at 7:30, shortly after Tom did. I was too tired to go to Tower Records with him, so we’re gonna go next week. He brought back my Bonnie Raitt CD and the pants with the torn pocket I’m gonna sew. The 3 of us sat and chatted for a while, and he left at 8:30.
I watched some TV, then fell asleep at 10:00 along with Tom. I got up at 4:15. I am still a bit tired.
When Tom got up this morning, he printed out The Guardian movie guide. Not only does it have a write-up about the movie, but it also has the cast, sound effects person, director, copyright, etc.
12-7-1993
Another day of getting all junk mail, magazines, or bills. Something must be up with Bob, but I hope not. Yesterday Tammy’s CDs came. I just mailed them out to her. Tom mailed a check for $1.86 to the same club. I hope there’s no problem. If there is, we can do one of two things. Tell them we never got Tammy’s CDs, as they can’t prove we did. They weren’t sent by certified mail. If that doesn’t work, there’s another club.
I spoke to her earlier to tell her I was mailing them to her and to see if she got my Chanukah card and check. She did. I wasn’t sure, as the mail system’s slower now due to the holidays. Chanukah starts tomorrow night at sundown.
Remember how I said Tom ordered something for me in the mail? Well, I got it. It was an adorable two-year planner, calendar/address book/notepad with a teddy bear cover. I put the notepad and address book away for now for future use, but the calendar is on the refrigerator. I also cut out the part with the teddy bears and glued them on the back cover of the next journal.
Tom’s picking me up The Guardian video today. Great - I’m looking forward to it.
Well, I’m gonna go see a movie I taped.
Later…
I typed 5 letters today. To Tammy, Fran, Kim, Bob and Alex. I had the front and back doors open to air the place out. The phone rang at one point with some guy doing a radio survey when there was a knock on the front door. I knew right away it was Tom’s brother David from having seen pictures of him. He came to check out the pool. I was somewhat embarrassed as I was wearing a workout outfit. Now he can see his brother’s lover is all hair, eyes, belly, and legs. Oh well. Although my measurements have gone down an inch, my weight has gone up to 103.
I surprised Tom by making him two sandwiches for when he comes home. Guess I could use some food myself now.
12-8-1993
Last night I did the 4 remaining posters. They don’t look too pretty in the light, but they do glow in the dark. One’s in each room.
Damn! I turned the heat down on the thermostat, but it’s still soaring away. I opened the front door for a while.
Tom wasn’t able to get the video yesterday, cuz there are two movies called The Guardian. The guy at the store got confused cuz neither he nor Tom knew this.
Bob better send a letter today. Why haven’t I heard from him? I hope Kim and Alex send letters too.
Anyway, I fell asleep last night at midnight. I heard Gina was on last night. Guess Magic got sick. I got up at 7:30. Tom’s been up since 4:00 and is at work now.
My video will be available today, I guess.
Chanukah’s at sundown tonight. I wonder if my parents will call.
Today I typed Scott a letter. I figured it was time. Did a bunch of weird stuff with different fonts.
I talked to Andy, who lost $90 in Vegas. He had fun, though. I sewed his pant pocket, and he’s coming over here later.
Later…
No mail for me at all today. Only for Tom.
At 2:15, I have to call my doctor’s office. They haven’t mailed me my second referral yet. Well, if for whatever reason I don’t get to my appointment on the 16th, then I’ll take it that I wasn’t meant to get to it, know I’m OK, and forget it.
I’m soooooo bored right now. I wish Andy could come over now, but I’m sure he’s watching his favorite soaps.
I tried to call Nervous, and I was gonna tape it, but there was no answer. He’s probably still working at Feinstein’s Leather. He tells me Crystal’s still living there. Amazing.
Well, The Brady Bunch is coming on now, so that’s what I’ll watch. I’ll write more after.
Later…
Well, it sure is quite overcast out there today.
I’m sitting here watching a talk show now, waiting for Andy’s call.
Earlier I was playing Nintendo and doing dishes. Well, trying to. The sink is still pretty backed up. I tried to drain it by filling up a big metal bowl with water from the sink, then I dumped it outside.
I just ate some kiwi, and I’m watching The Maury Povich Show. Then Donoghue comes on at 4:00. This episode deals with those with amnesia and multiple personalities. Don’t know what the topic is on Donoghue cuz it’s not listed.
I really hope Andy doesn’t take forever to come over. You know how he is - always late.
Christina just called collect, but of course I refused it as Tom’s not home. She’s his jealous friend’s (Geri’s) daughter.
Well, Donoghue’s about legalizing prostitution. Boring.
Think I’ll call Andy and see if he’s anywhere near coming over. If not, I’ll call Nervous cuz I’m so fucking goddamn bored. I may write later.
Later…
Now I’m really pissed and frustrated! No answer from Andy and none from Nervous, but I just tried paging Fran, so we shall see. I gotta be really bored to go and page Fran. Oh, there are things I could do - I just don’t feel like them, though.
Later…
Well, there is good news after all. I just called my doctor’s office cuz I haven’t gotten my referral yet. It’s been updated till the 29th at the crotch doctor’s office. She said just go ahead and go to the appointment. Like I’m really looking forward to this. Aaaaaaargh!
There’s a movie coming on at 5:00. Should I see it? We’ll see, but first I wanna see some food. I’m hungry!
Later…
Fuck! No! I’m still up to 103 pounds. Shit. I gotta stop eating for a few days. Gotta drink tons of water. I just fried some hash browns and ate that, so now I’ll take it easy.
I called Andy, and he said he had just gotten done cleaning his bathroom and was tired. He may come over tomorrow night, and he says he has clean work pants.
I definitely gotta clean our bathroom. Tom always said he’d do it, as I hate to, but I feel bad asking him to. He works hard enough, and I’m the one with the time to do stuff like this along with many other things here.
I’m taping a movie that’s on now till 7:00. Then I’ll tape the Billboard Awards that’s on from 7:00-9:00. Lastly, I’ll tape Law & Order. That’s on from 9:00-10:00.
Right now, I’m listening to the only famous Rick and Nervous fight. It’s just as funny as the first time I ever heard it.
Tom will be home in about an hour. Wonder if he was able to get the video.
Well, for now, I think I’ll go see if Nervous will answer his goddamn phone.
12-9-1993
Last night was lots of fun. Tom came home in a super good mood, knowing he’d be off for 3 days. We talked and ate some birthday cake.
I felt kind of tight yesterday, as there was a big smog alert and lots of carbon monoxide in the air due to all the Christmas shoppers.
Later…
Tom’s going out very soon to the horse races. I feel he’ll win $40, but we’ll just have to wait and see. I hope he has a good time anyway.
An hour or two after Tom got home last night, we went to Hollywood Videos to get The Guardian video. The bad thing about it is that there’s a red line across the top of it. It’s a copy guard, I guess, but it’s OK cuz I can still see what I need to see. They also cut a scene I liked that was on TV. But they replaced it with some pretty explicit stuff.
Later…
I had to stop writing earlier to go and do something. Tom’s out now at the races. Hope he wins something. It is beautiful out now. I have both the front and back doors open now. Got the fan running to air out the smoke.
Anyway, as I was saying about the video, she has nice tits and a nice body. Not too thin, not too heavy. There were two pictures of her on the back of the video box. One was only so-so. The other was much nicer, but kind of bright.
Now, why some guy’s standing out in the middle of the street with a basket beats the living shit out of me. Oh well.
Still no mail from Bob or anyone. Who knows what, if anything, is going on? I hope he’s OK, but he has two more stamps and two more address labels I sent him, so we’ll see.
I’m listening to an old Juice Newton tape I got into when I was about 13 or 14.
Andy may call later. Actually, he definitely will cuz he’s gonna need his work pants. On the other hand, Tom and I may be going out later.
Well, here’s the school bus, and the man with the big basket put two little kids in it.
Later…
I have so much to update on. Lots of stuff has happened. I’m super tired now as I’ve been through a lot with very little sleep. Therefore, I shall write tomorrow. What I will do for now, though, is copy in Bob’s letter in #44. Yesterday I got a letter from Alex and Bob, but I already copied in Alex’s.
12-12-1993
A lot has happened in the last few days, and now I’ve got the time to get into it.
I am awake, and I can’t believe I slept 14 hours. On and off, that is, but I sure needed it. For the last week, I slept only 5-7 hours.
Last Friday Tom and I went to some stores. In the mall’s record store, a woman said something so funny to me. She began to back up into me, then said, “You’re so pretty I thought you were a mannequin.” This is different, and Tom and I were laughing after. I kept asking Tom how it felt to be engaged to a mannequin.
Let me go check the computer to see if I got any mail. Then, I’ll continue.
Later…
No mail.
Now, where was I? Oh, at the mall. There, a pretty Mexican woman gave me a really pretty belt for $10, which is normally $20. I also got 2 free hair accessories that were normally $5 for filling out an application for a credit card I know I won’t get, nor do I want to get it.
I got 3 more fabric glues, so now I have a total of 6. More variety. I had 3 sporty caps that I didn’t want, so I put each of my nieces‘ names on them, and soon I’ll send them.
I got a really pretty red nightie with red satin and chiffon. Next time I go to this store, I’m gonna get a pair of jeans with black lace on the sides of them. I got a gold G-string which will go with a gold top I have for when I go swimming and tanning.
I got 2 journals for a buck each. They’re of shitty quality, but that’s what you get for a buck.
Lastly, unless I’m forgetting anything, I got knitting needles and yarn. I’m making something for Tom, which I’ll explain another time, but get this! I made my very first slipper and the second one’s almost done. Who knows how I figured it out, but I did. Tom was impressed and really liked it.
I have both good and bad news to write about Tom later, but hopefully the bad won’t be repeated.
Later…
I don’t believe it! I just saw my brother, and it went really well. Tom’s going to be home any minute now, so I’ll write later.
Later…
I have so much to write about that I’m actually typing this now on the 12th at 8 PM. I will copy it in as soon as I can.
Let me get into the visit with Larry before I back up and fill in the gaps from the last few days. While Tom was at work, he came and parked the 18-wheeler alongside W. Weldon. Good thing our house is on the corner; otherwise it would’ve blocked the driveways. Yup, that truck was huge.
He came out of the truck and gave me a hug and a kiss, and then I went up into the truck. What were my emotions? Shock and disbelief. About seeing him, I mean. The cabin of the truck was very nice, with a bed, TV, VCR, and a place for food and clothes. Then he came into the house and was really impressed with it. I gave him some water, and he asked if it was OK to smoke in the house.
Before he came in, he showed me pictures of Larry and Jennifer. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear that Jennifer was a picture of Sandy as a kid.
He also dropped some paperwork and said the word “frickin.” Then I said, “You can say fucking cuz I swear, too.”
So, in the house, we had a good talk, and I showed him around. He saw some of my drawings, and I showed him The Beat magazine I was in. He asked if he could have it, and I intended to give it to him anyway.
I also told him how much happier I was here and that I was staying out of trouble with the law. He said he knew all about that. I knew he did. It was in every newspaper in New England.
The only thing he said about Jenny C was that they were friends and that her parents were sick. I knew they were friends, and I told him that both she and I did shit to each other that was wrong, but that from now on it’s not worth my getting into trouble with those I don’t like. I just simply try to walk away and ignore them. This is except for any letters I’ve sent to anyone. He said it was good that I haven’t made any calls cuz it’s not worth it, and it’s too easy to get caught. I did tell him that I didn’t know it was illegal to record people at first, and I told him about the edits. I even played him a few seconds of one of the edited tapes.
He says that when he’s home and he gets the chance, he’ll see Tammy. He doesn’t know from one day to the next where he’ll be. He’s in PHX all the time, so he understands that if he calls here spontaneously, I may be busy.
He told me about his job, and I told him about dancing and my hobbies. That I was still pretty much into music and art.
He told me that he was in Florida making a delivery and looking up a number in the phonebook when he came across Mom and Dad’s number. That’s when he decided it was time to mend his ways.
Uncle Marty had a heart attack, and he says he feels bad cuz he and Dad are living on borrowed time. He’s come to realize you only have one family. Yup, you can choose your friends, but not your family. Can’t say I feel much for Marty, though.
I’m sure he was shocked at how thin I am now (back to 99), and how long my hair is. I thought his hair would be grayer and that he’d be much heavier, but he’s only big in the gut.
During the visit, he called Mom and Dad with his credit card, and we even had a good talk. I said hello when he handed me the phone, and my dad said, “Hi, shorty.” He said they were shipping out my other guitar, and Ma said to look for an envelope and some other stuff.
He was here for about 45 minutes, as I didn’t want Tom to come home to surprise company after working 10 hours and being beat. Tom’s a whole different story that has the best ending ever to any of our disagreements, but I will get into this later.
Now, let me back up and cover what’s been going on with Tom and me. Last Friday, after we came back from all the shopping, Tom was bummed cuz the pool is still fucked up, and it’s gonna cost money to fix it.
I also got a call from the GYN who now needs to reschedule me for January 6th. So it was a hectic day for both of us, and Tom really hates his job.
12-14-1993
When we got in, there was a message from Larry that he was gonna be in PHX and mentioned stopping in that night or the next day. After I played his message, I noticed that Tom looked upset, and I asked what was wrong. He said he was overwhelmed.
Well, so was I, but I really got pissed when he said that he’d have to “pick up the pieces” when the visit was over. That made me feel like a lousy piece of shit. Like I was a burden to him and not worth it. I told him that I could pick up my own pieces if I needed to and that this was something I had to do. Also, if the visit went bad, I would tell him I never wanted to see him again. I said if he loved and understood me, he’d be a good sport and be supportive. I’m sick of his jealous trips. First, he’s jealous of Kim, and now my own brother.
I wanted to give my brother the benefit of the doubt and see if he’s changed or not, and see if there could be a relationship with no hostility or anger from the past. I also said he isn’t someone I could associate with daily any more than I could with my parents or Tammy. I want and hope that there’s a way we can have occasional contact, rather than never have anything to do with each other.
Then Larry called at 7 PM that night, and he said he was in Las Cruces, New Mexico. He said he may hit PHX in 3 hours. If not, maybe tomorrow at some time, but he had to call his company at 8 AM to see if they had to send him to Yuma or wherever.
He asked to talk to Tom for directions, and Tom knows much more than I do. Well, this struck a nerve in him, and he went to bed. I asked myself, why should I feel guilty about asking the one I love for help? I felt it was easier for him to tell Larry directly than for me to dictate back and forth.
So Larry never came that night, which was OK with me cuz I was tired.
I awoke the next morning after only sleeping a few hours. Tom was already up when I went into the kitchen, and he wouldn’t say a word to me. Right away I thought, I don’t need this shit, and I’m not gonna take it. So I asked if he was planning on being a poor sport all the time and was gonna try to control me, and if he was gonna do this when Tammy and my parents come out here.
Well, his main gripe was that we had plans for Saturday, which I didn’t even know about. We were to go to a restaurant, but I thought that was next weekend. He also said he was working on the pool and was going Christmas shopping. Well, the pool and the shopping had nothing to do with me, as I couldn’t help him with the pool or his shopping. I don’t know his family or have any idea of what they’d want.
Then he was expressing his concerns about me letting Larry and abusive people into my life. I said that if Larry came off as abusive or I felt in danger in any way, I’d have nothing to do with him and that I don’t let abusive people into my life. I’m not the Jodi I used to be who would just lay down and put up with people’s shit. I know how to say no to bad people or places.
Neither of us ever thought of me moving out, but when he said the engagement was off, we were over, and I was scum treating him like scum. I was both furious and hurt. And all because my brother visited me. I thought once again about how life’s all about dumping and being dumped. I wondered if he was gonna throw in the towel and say we were through every time we had a problem. It’s easier to call it quits rather than work things out. I asked him how overnight he went from us working through the tough times to let’s call it quits. He was putting false feelings and intentions in my head, jumping the gun, and doing things he didn’t like me to do. He said I was abusive to him by canceling our plans and time together. Seeing my brother is not abusing him, I didn’t know we had plans, I don’t like to be abused, and what goes on in my life with family or others doesn’t mean he’s less important.
So later he apologized for saying mean things to me, and I told him, of course, I want to try to see others when he’s working or asleep so we can be together when he’s home. And yes, he’s encouraged me to see others. And yes, I love to spend time with him. The good thing about it was that we settled our problems and talked them through in a few hours, rather than a few days like it used to be. We even made love, and that’s another good thing that I’ve been very happy about. He’s been more physical with me.
Today it got even better, as what he said to me was the best thing he’s ever said in making peace with any of our disagreements. It took a very big person to say what he said when he got home from work after I told him my visit went well with Larry. He said he felt so bad cuz he was really wrong yesterday and didn’t handle it well at all. He really said this from the heart and that he wanted to give me more responsibility, like I’ve been wanting, if I still want him. I told him, of course I wanted him, and that if I didn’t, I’d say so and get the hell out. He said he knew that I could relate to pressure and that he wanted me to help him avoid going crazy and making the same mistake, and he trusted me to be responsible for making my own judgments when it comes to us. He doesn’t ever want to say mean things, and he wants to learn to handle himself better when he’s upset. He doesn’t want any stupid rules and says I can go back to dancing anytime I want. Oh, I knew this cuz nobody tells me what to do, and I refuse to live in a controlled place. I am a responsible adult, and he’s not gonna play daddy or put out rules any more than I would. He fully agrees with this. When I mentioned I was afraid he’d come home from work early when Larry was here, he looked sad and said he didn’t ever want me to feel that way cuz I don’t deserve it. I agree. I also agreed with him to not say nasty things when I’m upset, too, as words can hurt like a slap or a punch. I felt so happy with all we talked about before he hit the sack. What we have to work out and get better at is a joke compared to what Andy and I had to work out and get better at as friends, so I’m far from worried. I still feel very confident that we’ll be OK, and we have so many good days. We began going together in August, and the total time that’s been bad is about two weeks, and I think that’s pretty good compared to most people!
Later…
I’m sooo happy now. The visit went well with Larry, as I said before, and I do believe he wanted to see me and wasn’t simply out to please Mom and Dad. I could sense that Larry’s not anxious to see Tammy, but what can I say? In a way, I’m not surprised, as those two were never close. He and I were.
In other news, Tom and I are doing great. Naturally, he’s sound asleep now, and I may try to knock off soon.
Before I do, let me mention what I did for Bob. It took me many hours, but I didn’t mind. Especially with Tom’s stereo having high-speed dubbing. I made him 19 tapes of convos and edits. He’ll love it, and this will really occupy his time. I taped onto tapes of other people, cuz I want to get rid of those and use only blanks if I can. Well, I’ll write more later. Bye for now!
Later…
I had quite a busy, yet productive day today. I dusted, vacuumed, cleaned the bathroom, washed dishes, washed the shower curtain, and last night I changed the pig’s cage. I also went out to the driveway and picked up 3 flyers that had been out there and trashed them.
Only Tom got mail today, but I spoke to Dad. No UPS package has been sent yet, but it will soon. My guitar and other stuff will be in it. Meanwhile, tomorrow I hope to get an envelope Ma sent.
I spoke to Dad about their new place, which they love. Pictures will soon be sent to me. Can you believe they do not have a camcorder? I’m surprised they don’t.
I told him that Kim, Phil, and Alex came and that Kim sent a camera. I also told him all the great things about Tom, and Dad said, “It’ll work. It’s your time now.”
Can’t wait for him to hurry home so I can show him all I’ve done around here and tell him things.
Last night he was so loving and rubbed my back and made me coffee when I got up after a nap. I could see in his eyes how he still feels bad about last Friday and Saturday. He expressed once again how he felt bad for saying mean things. That’s what really counts. If he couldn’t see his faults or didn’t want to confess to them, then there’d be a problem, and I’d probably leave.
Later…
Tom and I just talked for an hour and a half. Now he’s gone to bed.
I have a sprained ankle, which is a little sore. We have no ace bandages, so I wrapped it in a towel.
The lady never called back as I asked her to, but she called from a dance studio somewhere about a free trial lesson.
I did some thinking as far as the Ex-Caliber goes, or any other bar. The only moneymaking nights that are worth it are on weekends, and no club will let me work less than 4 shifts a week. Sunday - Thursday nights and days aren’t really too much more money, and if I did work weekends, I’d hardly see Tom. This would be cruel and unfair to both of us, and my spending time with him is as important to me as it is to him. So, we’re gonna check out dance places for disco or modern dance and see if weekly lessons are affordable. This way I can do what I love to do, and it won’t be 6-7 hour shifts. I could schedule it so Tom could drive me; he’d have better peace of mind, and I wouldn’t have to deal with drunks in loud, smoky bars. We’ll see.
Right now, I’m taping a 2-hour movie of the Brady Bunch having a Christmas reunion. After, I’m gonna watch a movie called Single White Female.
Earlier, I typed 3 letters. To Kim, Alex, and Fran. I also pre-addressed envelopes. I’d like Tom to teach me how to print address labels for those I constantly write to. This way, all I have to do is stick them on, as I do with my address labels. It’ll be neater and easier.
Well, it’s almost showtime, so I’m gonna go make me some popcorn. I must take my meds in an hour.
12-15-1993
Today’s certainly a far cry better than last December 15th. I was having a nightmare of an asthma attack a year ago today.
Still no mail for me today, but right now I’m gonna check Prodigy and type a few letters.
12-16-1993
Unsolved Mysteries and Law & Order weren’t on tonight due to some stupid Christmas special, so I didn’t watch too much TV.
Actually, I’m so proud of myself. I made a beautiful shirt from a satin pillowcase, made a matching barrette, and did up the second slipper. My wall hanging, which is to be Tom’s Christmas present, is almost done, too. Next, I’m gonna try to knit a tote bag. That should be easy.
I hope I get the envelope Ma sent me tomorrow. My horoscope says good news by mail from a loved one for tomorrow. It looks pretty good through the 19th, and so far, they’ve been fairly accurate.
I got a letter going out to Kim that I typed earlier.
I’ve been playing this neat card game on the computer called Cruel. You have to keep the suits together and go from the ace to the king and hope the computer doesn’t stop you before you finish. It always stops me, but it’s fun anyway.
12-17-1993
I am watching TV now. I expect any minute now that the people across the street will blast their music till 11 PM, just like last weekend. I wouldn’t mind if they blasted country music or dance music, but they blast heavy metal.
No mail from Ma, but I got a letter from Bob. I copied it into #44.
I called Tammy to see if she got the CDs. She hasn’t yet. I got her package ready. I’m sending two dresses I don’t want, some shirts, and jewelry. Also, 3 of the 5 posters with glow-in-the-dark paint, and 3 hats I used the fabric glue to put each of the girls‘ names on.
Tom also gave me the Yahtzee box to use to send Bob’s tapes in. Last night I made two tapes for Fran. They’re of convos and edits. I had a little mailbag to mail them in. There are convos with him talking to Nervous, Sharon, Melissa, Ann, and the crisis center.
12-19-1993
I learned a few things on the computer all by myself without Tom’s help. First of all, I typed a 3-page letter to my parents. Also, one to Kim, Bob, Alex, and Fran. I figured out how to delete old files, and I also had no problem inserting colored paper.
Wish I’d hurry up and get my period. My tits hurt! The good news about that is that I’m right before my period, and I only weigh 99 pounds.
I got a state form in the mail regarding my SS. Boy, they sure operate differently here, and I even called my dad. He and Tom helped me with it.
Still no envelope from Mom and Dad. Love this mail system.
I was rearranging a little, and I came across a photo album Andy gave me. It’s great for long-size jumbo prints, so that’s what I’ll use it for. Tom and I printed out Christmas pictures for his family. I colored them in for him. His mom sent over cookies, and they’re really good.
I wonder if Tammy got together with Larry yet. I talked to her a few days ago, and I guess she didn’t cuz she never said anything about it.
Got a letter and a card from Kim.
Fran’s gonna be a dad. He got Sharon pregnant. Hope he can deal with it. Maybe it’ll be good for him, who knows?
Tom and I wrapped the packages for Bob and Tammy. They’ll go out next week.
Tom and I are fine, and so is the pig. Haven’t talked to Andy, but I’m sure I will.
Later…
I just called Gina for the first time since my birthday. She hasn’t been doing the party line lately as she’s been busy doing other things. She asked if I wanted to hear anything. I said The Lion Sleeps Tonight would do. She was gonna play it right away, but she hasn’t yet.
Andy left a message as he was going to bed at 11:00. He said he was pulling his phone off the hook so I could leave party line messages without waking him up, but I’m only gonna do that if there is a party line tonight. When I called, I was the only one, and that’s no fun.
Yesterday evening, sure enough, the people across the street had lots of company and played their music. I will thankfully say this, though. They had their music much quieter, and it didn’t last long. I thought I’d hear from them tonight, but pleasantly enough, it was dead quiet.
The dog next door’s been much quieter too, thankfully. I think someone bitched them out. Very little noise from kids too, so all’s been pretty peaceful.
Yesterday I fell asleep at 4 AM and was so pissed to wake up at 8:30. At close to 10:00, though, I miraculously fell back asleep till 3 PM. Tom got up at 8 AM yesterday and crashed at 8 PM. He’s gonna get up at 3:00 so we can go food shopping. He also has to get Christmas presents. I hope I’m awake enough cuz I’d really like to get out. We figured 3 AM is a good way to avoid the Christmas shopping crowd.
Later…
Guess Tom will be getting up anytime soon now. I’m psyched for shopping, but I’ll bet he isn’t. I don’t blame him. Then after we shop, he has to go to work from 8 AM - 6:30 PM. The poor guy.
12-20-1993
Last night we went shopping. I even got a pair of blue cotton stretch pants for $4.
Tom may be getting up again at 3:00, and that’s a little over half an hour from now. That’s what he mentioned earlier, as he still has more Christmas shopping to do.
So anyway, I typed another 3-page letter on yellow paper to my parents. If their envelope ever gets here, I can write the address down and mail it off. If I don’t get the letter tomorrow, I’ll call Palm City Info and get their address. I typed a 2-page letter to Fran, too. I used different fonts for his letter and my parents. I really enjoy it. I mean, I just love to sit there and type away, one after another.
Yesterday afternoon I did one of those workout videos for 40 minutes. I feel firmer, yet fat, as in big, chunky. Got a lot of water retention, too. Why couldn’t males get periods? I wish it’d hurry up and start.
Thursday evening, Tom and I may go to the zoo to see all the Christmas lights. Several houses on this street have their houses decorated and lit up so nice and pretty.
Gloria was on the Disney Channel, but I don’t really feel like I’ve missed out. I hate how she looks lately. I have enough of her on video from when she was looking just fine!
So, what else did I do this last 24-hour period since I last wrote? Well, I did some more knitting. I’m making a bag for Tom’s little pocket-size computer. Well, it’s almost pocket-size.
Yesterday we got some KY jelly. Maybe this will help, but Tom showed me a position that allows me to be more relaxed. Especially on my bed, which is so low due to having no frame. I lay on my back with my feet on the floor, and it sure is relaxing compared to holding them up. He’s been more physical with me, and I’m grateful for that. It’s not too much and not too little. I also really feel and sense he wants to be more physical too, and isn’t doing it just to please me.
Later…
Oops. I just woke poor Tom up to kill two spiders, and he wasn’t getting up. I could’ve sworn he said he was getting up at 3:00, but he really meant tomorrow. At least he can go back to bed, and he did.
I’ve been sooo damn hungry. I’m gonna get something else to eat.
Later…
I fell asleep at 6 AM and woke up several times. However, this lazy girl didn’t get up till 5:30. I was sooo tired.
The backs of my legs are sore, but tomorrow I’m gonna run through the video again.
Still no mail from my parents, and there probably won’t be until next week. That UPS package may not make it here till around the 30th, with everything now being so slow. I called Palm City info, then realized I wasted my time. They can’t give zip codes. I left a message on their machine to call me and give me their address, but they didn’t, as I figured.
Tammy had left a message that she wanted me to call her in the morning cuz she’s got something to tell me. Nothing important, though. She gave me their address, and I’ve got 2 letters, 3 pages each, ready to go out to them.
She couldn’t give me any hints about what she wanted to discuss as Bill was there. The only thing she said was something about the card (I sent a card). Wonder if she’s talking about the credit card folks?
She hasn’t seen or heard from Larry yet, but she sent a Christmas card. I’ll have to get his address so I can send a birthday card to him on 1/15, then one for Lisa on 1/20. I typed 2 letters so far tonight. One to Alex and one to Kim.
Gotta go shut the VCR off and take my pill.
12-21-1993
Just finished watching TV. I also typed Bob a letter.
I did a little bit of exercise and used the Thigh Master. I’ve been constantly using the Thigh Master for two weeks now. Gotta keep it up. I concentrate on my thighs and lower gut mainly. The rest of me is pretty good.
Still haven’t gotten my period yet, but I will by Christmas. I’m so fucking bloated and up to 102 pounds. At least I am much firmer. I’m getting more muscle definition.
I cut two old sweatshirts into half-shirts. I also have a very long sleep shirt. Too long and obnoxious, and it gets in the way. I cut it shorter. Lastly, I cut a long strip of material, about 7-8“ wide. I put it behind me, took it in front across my boobs, and then tied it between my tits. This looks very sexy. I got this idea from a dancer at the Ex-Cal who did this with a scarf. Or a shawl.
I pretty much slept all day and had several weird dreams. Lots of people from my past were there (I have no idea where “there” was). It was very crowded. Bill was there, Ronnie, Cousins Lori and Lisa, and some other old long-time family friends.
Well, I guess I’ll call Tammy now.
Later…
Yup, I was right. The credit card people called her. She’s just gonna tell them she’s home for the holidays if they call again. I recommended scaring them with the edits.
Before calling her, I accidentally called my folks. I just hung up. It was Dad who answered, and only half a ring, sounding fully awake. Still, I wasn’t gonna say, “Oops. Sorry to call at 6:30 in the morning. I meant to call Tammy. Have a great day!”
I spoke with Lisa for a while, too. She’s playing her sax tonight in a concert, and Tammy’s gonna video it and send me a copy. I’d love that!
Later…
Andy and I went to the Christown Mall, and Tom gave me $20 in case we decided to go out. Boy, that $20 sure went a long way in the mall. I bought a pen, a pair of white sneakers for $2, a journal for $8, and a beautiful pair of black suede shoes with thick high heels for only $5! They’re so easy to walk in too, cuz the heels are so thick, and they’re a really popular style now.
12-22-1993
Tom just left to hopefully finish his Christmas shopping.
I showed him the stuff I got. He liked it.
Andy brought over a Christmas card that was left outside the mailboxes at his apartment complex. It was something about owning the Rockies and being a good team. “Hard to keep up with 3 kids. John becoming a dad. It seems like yesterday they were smoking cigarettes in some fort, throwing apples at cars and trying to score with the twins. They wished they lived closer. Whoever gets near Cheyenne, let them know.”
Well, I’m sending this card to Nervous. I also typed a letter to Kim that I’m “accidentally” mailing to Nervous. Yes, I said some pretty wild stuff in the letter, and most of it is bull.
Earlier, I taped a movie called Illusions, but I don’t think I’ll watch it right now. Luckily, both Unsolved Mysteries and Law & Order will be back on tonight. Some stupid Bob Hope Christmas special was on in place of it last week.
My ear is ringing. I fucking hate that.
Yesterday I still got no fucking envelope from my parents. Maybe it got lost, but if I don’t get it by Friday, I give up. Not on life as Tom, though, but on expecting it. I hope they didn’t accidentally address it to our address but Dr. or St. We’ll see. I hope to hell Tammy gets her CDs cuz she still hasn’t gotten those yet.
I’m gonna knit Andy a pair of slippers for his birthday, which is February 15th. He really liked the pair I made. I’ll also send Lisa a check for $10 for her birthday, which is January 20th. Larry’s birthday is January 15th, and I’ll get his address from Tammy and send just a card.
I wonder if the package Mom and Dad sent by UPS will get here tomorrow? I doubt it. It’ll probably come after Christmas. I sure wish to hell that whenever it comes, my pictures are in it. What a dream. I mean, what a total fantasy it’d be to open up the package, and there they are! Yeah - right! I’d surely die of shock, though. What would I say to them? God! I’d be speechless. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. If only they knew all I’ve done since being here in Phoenix. They’d die of pure shock! I’ll bet you if I saw them all, I’d be like, oh yeah! I remember this picture! I forgot all about it. I can’t really even remember all of them. There were so many. She stole 30-50, at least. Well, I’m a firm believer that what goes around comes around. Maybe someone’s stolen from her. Or did something similar. I know I’m dreaming, but what a Chanukah and birthday present it’d be to get them all back. It’d be like 5 years‘ worth of birthday and Chanukah presents combined altogether. Oh, please, God! Let them finally be in this package. Please, please, please, please!
I did some counting earlier. I’ve gotten 30 new journals since coming to PHX. Did 21 in 1993, but that’s not counting #54 and #55. Got 9 journals since I moved into this house. Not bad!
Later…
I still can’t sleep, but oh well.
When Tom came back from shopping, he brought me a box of different colored markers. How sweet and just what I needed, too. He just left for work a few minutes ago.
Wendy left a message about possibly coming over after work. Really? I told Tom he’s got a right to have his friends visit just like I do. His response was, “I care about Wendy very much, but I refuse to let anyone come between us.” Who knows what’s going on, but I don’t care what he decided to do.
His friend Geri’s moving back here from S. Dakota. Now, this woman is someone I definitely don’t want to see, and he knows it. He told her on the phone last night I was staying forever. She still says I’m gonna hurt him. Yeah, sure. I can see and understand her fear of this, though, due to the sorry statistics of assholes out there who do hurt people.
Tom also bought more labels. The kinds that number these books. That’s cool, as we only have black. This little kit also has blue, yellow, orange, red, and green.
He was showing me some of the Christmas presents he bought. One of them was a paint glue for fabric with a pattern in it, and you dot the paint so that the picture comes out dotted. I wanted something like this for myself. It only cost $3.
Later…
I forgot to mention what I’m doing for Andy. First of all, when he came over, he brought 3 tacos, and I had one. He also brought me an NPN envelope, and Tom gave me one, too. I came across 16 more pictures I don’t want. Mainly of Andy’s first apartment from when he first moved here. Also, a hideous one of me when I was around 21, and two of me with my hair shoulder-length when I lived on Oswego St. in Springfield. I put 8 in each envelope.
Before Andy left to come out here, I wrote tons of little papers with lines from edits and songs and whatever. He slowly distributed them in cars, stores, etc. So, I had about 30 small, loose pieces of paper that I wrote all kinds of mumbo jumbo, including Ellie’s phone number. I’ll give him these next time I see him.
12-23-1993
I got up at 7:00 last night. Course I got no mail. Tom went to bed right after I got up.
During the night, I watched TV and did some awesome wall art with the markers Tom got me yesterday.
Tom got up at 3 AM, and we went to MacFrugal’s, which is a discount store. It’s a really neat store, and I definitely want to go back when I have more money.
We got 4 little pads with mirrored covers. One with stars, the others with balloons, teddy bears, and hearts. We got some glue that’s similar to the roll-on glue, plush street sign stickers (one of them is on a journal cover), and Tom got more Christmas presents. We also got one of those things you can write on, then lift this plastic-like thing and it takes away what you wrote. I had one when I was little, and they’re very quick and convenient for writing short notes.
Lastly, I got a twin-size foam thing to put on top of my mattress to make the bed softer. It sure beats the foam I cut from my sleeper/couch.
Tom and I are gonna order stamps through Prodigy, and I’m gonna buy some really cute envelopes I saw at Walmart and the grocery store. I only have 9 of those 100 stamped envelopes I ordered. For now, I ordered 50 postcards for $9.50.
12-24-1993
I got my package today. I got two other things besides my guitar. A sweatshirt and a makeup kit. Naturally, no pictures and no other mail. I typed Mom and Dad a letter letting them know I haven’t gotten the envelope.
Andy’s bringing his tape over tomorrow to re-dub. I didn’t have the volume control up high enough. I didn’t know this, as there’s no volume control for recording on my stereo. The edits came out OK, though, cuz I checked them.
Got my period yesterday, which I’m so sick of. Maybe on the 6th, I’ll get lucky, and the GYN will say I need a hysterectomy.
I sent Tammy and Lisa messages through Prodigy. Also checked Springfield weather. It’s currently 10º! But hey, it’s pretty chilly here now.
Haven’t heard any kids; the dogs have been quieter, but those fucking assholes across the street blared their music for a good two hours. I’ll have to listen to that for the next two nights, too. It seems Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are the days that they usually blast off. It’s definitely a live heavy metal band and nothing like when I blast my music. There’s no way other people could hear my music, even if they were outside. It’s the bass that kills me.
I have half of Tom’s tote bag done for his little mini portable computer.
Let’s see…what else did I do today? I changed Beauty’s cage, watched TV, did my nails, did the dishes, and straightened up. Tom hopes to have the pool done soon. I also crimped my hair and rearranged and reorganized some of my cosmetics. Now, I think I may type a letter. To whom, I don’t know.
Later…
I typed a letter to Fran and played computer games. Right now I think I’ll go listen to music. Maybe I’ll write more later if I can’t sleep. If not, I’ll write late tomorrow night or tomorrow. TV was kind of boring. No good TV to watch if I can’t sleep, though.
12-25-1993
I sure had a fun and productive night.
Let me just mention a couple of funny things that happened yesterday morning first. I beat the pants off of Tom in a computer card game. It was fun.
Then Tom opened the back door and said, “What is the chair doing in our pool?” Well, the wind blew it in.
Yesterday I finally got Ma’s envelope. They made it sound like they mailed it two weeks ago. They only mailed it out on the 20th. So, anyway, there was a card in it along with about 15 pictures of their new condo. It is absolutely gorgeous. If I were still alone, it’d be perfect for me. They’re in a 2-bedroom with 2 floors now. Their furniture is totally my style, and Tom and I both agreed that their kitchen and bathroom looked exactly like ours were in Crystal Creek.
I typed them a letter as well as one to Bob.
Tammy sent a card too, and it was so sweet of her to put Tom’s name on it too. This is my first card with someone else’s name on it. That sure is weird and different for me, but nice.
Last night Tom and I had lots of fun wrapping Christmas presents for his family. We put bows on them too, and I made pouches for those people getting lottery tickets. He also printed out Christmas pictures, which I colored in.
Andy came over and I re-dubbed his tape. I also gave him the notes I wrote out. I’m sewing a ripped pillowcase for him, and for his birthday I’m making booties for him. I can begin that now, as I finally finished Tom’s little bag for his portable computer.
Andy’s gonna want to kill me, and I don’t blame him. I was making a tape for him of all the calls left on his answering machine. Well, I think I taped over it with stuff for Fran and Bob. I have never been so stupid, irresponsible, and air-headed before! I’m so pissed off.
Tom’s in the shower now, and soon he’ll be going over to his parents.
I’m trying to stay up so my schedule’s prepared for the 6th. That’s the GYN appointment.
I can’t believe they didn’t blast their music across the street last night, but thank God!
Later…
I’m trying to keep awake, and there is absolutely nothing on TV.
Tom’s in the bathroom with diarrhea. What a lousy way to start Christmas. The poor guy.
When I do sleep, I’m able to sleep with the music off more so than usual cuz the dogs have been quieter. Tonight, however, across the street may very well blast off. It’s Christmas, and it’s also Saturday night. Unless they’re gonna go elsewhere for Christmas or have enough respect to not blast out other people’s Christmas, I don’t think they (or most people) give a damn.
Even though I’d like to change my schedule for a little while, I hope on New Year’s Eve I’m up to watch the ball drop. If not, I’ll tape it.
12-26-1993
I went to bed at noon yesterday.
Amazingly enough, I heard no music the last two nights.
Before I went to bed, I called sweet old Barb. She was actually a tiny bit friendly. She also moved. Really? They were there for 11 years. I never thought they’d move. She says Debbie’s still there. I believe it.
I got up at 8:00, and Tom had come back from his parents. He got a $50 bill, an inflatable Frisbee for the pool, a T-shirt, a book light, and a few other things.
Now here’s the shocker - Tom never told his brother David and his sister-in-law Evie, who is expecting a kid, that I write journals. Neither Tom nor I even thought I’d get anything from them, but sure enough, there was a package for me when I got up. They got me a journal! I instantly thought Tom told them, but he swears he never did. Way cool! I now have a total of 56 journals.
I still can’t find Andy’s tape. His “psychic” ability says it’s here somewhere. This is what he left a message saying. While he does have an accurate psychic ability, for the most part, I’m gonna hate to have to tell him he’s wrong. He also left his phone off the hook for me to leave party line messages from the radio station. I called Gina, and she says she’s not doing the party line right now.
I typed letters to Kim and Alex and also played that game. Now I’m so bored. What do I do now?
Later…
Can’t sleep, so I was just up doing some thinking. God, that’s absolutely amazing that Dave and Evie got me a journal. Tom looked dead serious when he said he never mentioned my doing journals. Well, maybe Evie’s psychic.
Speaking of the so-called psychic issue, I can’t help thinking about my dad. He knew other things in the past that I didn’t or didn’t believe. For example, when I was fat, like in the 130s - 140s, he said he knew I’d lose it. Well, of course, I did. He dropped numerous hints about my someday finding “Mr. Right.” Well, remember how I mentioned he recently said, “It’ll work. It’s your time now,” as far as Tom and I go? I wonder if he knows whether or not I’ll ever have a kid. Right now I’d say I can’t see myself having one within the next 2-3 years, but I also couldn’t see PHX, dancing, and Tom. I can’t see myself ever getting the fuck off the damn cigarettes, either.
Later…
Tom’s at work now, but he has tomorrow off.
We’re both anxious to get the back room and his room fixed up nicely, as he wants to get the house appraised. He also has to fix a part of the kitchen ceiling.
We’re both looking forward to having some fun, too. I’ve been so horny, and I’d like to see just how much that KY jelly will help, if it even does at all. So far, though, he’s only been able to put the tip of his dick in me. He hasn’t cum yet either, but he’s come close. Thankfully, we both aren’t wanting and trying for me to get pregnant.
But what if he can never cum? What if someday we do decide we want a kid, although I doubt it and I seriously do believe I’m sterile? How’s he gonna cum? Even if he could cum, he’d have to do it in a cup. Then I’d have to use a turkey baster, as gross as it may sound. Then again, enough people have said that if a guy cums outside of you, those things can swim up there, if you catch my drift.
I’ve also heard other weird things. Some women can tell if they’re ovulating. I can’t. I also hear it’s 14 days after your period that you can conceive, then I also hear a few days before periods and during periods. Oh well.
There’s nothing on TV as usual on weekend mornings, so I guess I may as well go play that computer game for now.
Later…
I’m so fucking bored, but not ready for sleep yet. I played more of that computer card game, and I also listened to some music.
12-27-1993
Well, I sure had a bad night last night, but luckily it only lasted 5 hours.
12-28-1993
I didn’t get the chance to continue writing yesterday, as I was somewhat busy. What happened was that I fell asleep at around noon on Sunday. Then at 4 PM, those mother-fucking assholes across the street woke me up playing their fucking drums. Yes, I forgot to put my radio on, but the point of the matter is the same as always. I’m fucking sick of waking up to other people’s noise! I now live in a house, for God’s sake! When the fuck am I ever gonna be able to sleep with no music on and be able to get up when I say so?!
If in the middle of January, these assholes are still doing this 1-3 times a week, I’m gonna do something about it. I promise that. I told Tom, and he understands, but I’d still do something even if he didn’t cuz I’m not as heavy a sleeper as he is, and I live here too, and have a right to sleep in my own home when I want to and not be bothered by other people’s noise. I’ll start with a kind, yet blunt anonymous letter, then if that doesn’t work, I’ll talk to them face to face or send an anonymous letter to the cop across the street who lives two houses away from these jerks and see if he can do something. Now that these people next door have been quiet, it’s these folks‘ turn to annoy me. I bet if they upped and moved, God would pick another house to annoy the fucking shit out of me. I can’t wait for the business to hitch off so we can get into that ranch we’ve been talking about.
So anyway, I was luckily able to go back to sleep at 9 PM and got up at 3 AM.
Tom was off yesterday, and he worked on the pool. We also went food shopping and stopped at Jack-in-the-Box for breakfast. After he dropped me off, he went to bring Tammy, Bob, and Fran’s packages to the post office, picked up the driver’s manual, then did errands of his own.
I’m gonna study the driver’s manual and take a written test. If I pass, I’ll have a license for $25 for 12 years. If I flunk, I’ll just get a photo ID for $7. Andy says if I can pass the police exam, I can pass this. I hope so, cuz after all, I did pass it in MA.
Tom and I also had some fun but didn’t get around to experimenting with the KY jelly yet, but we will sooner or later. We also played the card game on the computer, and I did my usual hobbies. Watched TV, listened to music, etc.
Yesterday I got those 50 postcards in the mail. That sure was fast. I have 10 going to Fran, 10 to Kim, 10 to Bob, 10 to Alex, 6 to Nervous, and 1 to Tammy, Lisa, Becky, and Sarah. I thought it’d be something different since it’s been so long since I’ve written to Tammy and the girls.
Yesterday I also sewed Andy’s pillowcase, and I gotta get more yarn to do the booties.
I ended up conking out at 4 PM, and I awoke at 11:00, got up and had a smoke, fell back asleep, and awoke to what sounded like a ball bouncing at 2 AM. That was OK, though, cuz by that time I’d had plenty of sleep, and I sure did need it. When I fell back asleep at 11:00, I had shut off the radio, too. I have to expect to be woken up if I turn off the radio.
When I got up, I called Andy. I’m surprised he did not really let me have it, since I can’t find his tape and I know it’s on its way to either Bob or Fran. Can you believe I was that stupid and irresponsible?! Well, I was. He asked me if, in a few days, I could type up a huge list of Stevie songs for him. I told him that’d be no problem.
After that, I ate, played with the pig, played the card game, put my tooth whitener on, put my makeup on, and now I will go listen to some tunes.
Later…
Shortly after Tom got up, we went over the driver’s manual. I wrote out more postcards, too.
Got two checks in the mail from my parents. Each for $25. One said Happy Birthday, the other said Happy Hanukkah.
I talked to Dean, the guy who lives next door. I said I was sorry I went off on his wife, Lenore, and that I should’ve been more understanding of their moving situation. He said they understood and there were a lot of people there. They’ve been so quiet, as now it’s the house across the street’s turn. But I’ll get to hear them this weekend.
It was actually pretty nice out once it got to be close to 11:00. I aired the place out, dusted, and vacuumed. Went out back for a bit and even took the pig out. She liked it and wasn’t even nervous.
12-31-1993
I’ll quickly get to yesterday’s bad news so I don’t get too pissed and ruin my day. Tom left at 11 AM yesterday to go to the racetrack, and the instant he left, who the fuck do you think blasted off? They fucking played till 3:30. I know God’s aiming this at me and not Tom. I was incredibly pissed! I was within inches of going over there, but I said I’d wait till mid-January to see how it is then. Tom really thinks it’s high school kids and that they’ll shut up after the New Year. I’ve got to see it to believe it. People are so fucking rude and inconsiderate. Not only did it flash me back to a horrible trip down memory lane, but I felt so controlled. I couldn’t watch TV, couldn’t open the doors. Hell, I even went out back on the swing, and I could still hear it. Those fucking cock-sucking assholes! They have a right to their music in their own home, but I have a right to my peace or TV in my home. Tom was super cool and very comforting. He didn’t put a guilt trip on me or tell me it shouldn’t bother me. It does, and I can’t help my feelings any more than a woman who loves kids can or a guy who hates hockey can. I’m afraid they’ll do this 1-3 times a week for years.
I live in a house now, for God’s sake! I shouldn’t have to put up with shit like this.
Later…
Just had a cigarette and now I’m ready to get to life’s pleasant side. Tammy got her CDs and the package.
I spoke to Fran this morning, who’s sick with the flu and broke up with Sharon, as they usually are every other day. He hasn’t got the tapes or postcards yet, but he will today, I’m sure. So will Bob. Fran also gave me Ann W’s address. I’ll send her a letter for him.
Got a letter from Bob yesterday, and Book of Letters #5 is complete. He drew a menorah, which was sweet yet funny, as he was short by two candles.
Later, Tom and I are going out to a restaurant.
