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Well, not much has been going on …having fun Tweeting mostly and reading Tweets.
Lifewise it’s been the normal - work every day.
My niece turned 1 yr old on the 22nd and we had a big family BBQ on Saturday the 18th, which was fun.
My Mom is retiring from her Job at the High School as a Secretary - she’s happy & can’t wait to take the whole month of August off from work.
The big excitement the week before had been our Barn on the Farm.
My Mom (yes, I still live at home after moving out of my Ex’s house) woke me at 12:30am to say she thought our Barn was on fire.
There has been a guy who my Dad & Uncle knows living up there for awhile. I predicted he would burn down the Barn by falling asleep with a cigarette when he first started staying up there 4 yrs ago.
Well. It took 4 yrs - but he finally fell asleep with a lit cigarette.
He claims he tried to put it out - he also won’t fess up to starting the fire.
Me? I thought for sure the whole thing was going up in flames. I looked out the window and saw the red orange glow of fire filling the interior & bouncing off the aluminum roof.
I also thought the guy who lived up there was surely dead.
But, he survived - he called 911 from the Neighbors, my Mom called 911 and we all stood on the lawn watching the fire trucks and fire fighters running around for about an hour.
Then, I went back to bed.
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I will be having a Birthday BBQ tomorrow - my family will be here, and it will be a good day.
You know some things that happen open your eyes.
The other day I was having a FB Chat with this local guy who works at a Subway.
He’s young, in his 20’s, and had been bugging me ever since I started going there over a year ago. Just teasing…you know “Here comes trouble” - whatever.
Anyway, I said “Hey, I’m going to be 40 on Sunday!” because truthfully I didn’t think he realized how much older I am than he (and figured it would be a good way to get him to leave me alone).
So, he says “Find yourself a man.”
Easier said than done, I’m afraid.
All the good guys are married & have stable relationships.
The ones you THINK might be good & you try to have relationships with end up being less than what you thought they were.
SO, yeah - thanks for the advice. Find a man.
I wish I could find a real man.
finnsblog1 asked: Do you watch adventure time?
Sorry Dude…don’t know what “Adventure Time” is.
My Dad is now 80 years old.
After I moved out of my Ex’s a little over a year ago, on April 11th (the day after my birthday) my Dad fainted and had to be hospitalized.
He would have had a heart attack and most likely died if I hadn’t called 911, gotten an ambulance to take him to the Hospital and the alert Nurse hadn’t realized he was “tacking” (however you spell it).
Anyway - long story short - he had a Triple Bypass and is OK except for the whole “being a raging alcoholic” thing.
If he actually bothered to take care of himself he might live longer - but he won’t stop drinking himself into a coma every night.
So - 80 years old.
Lucky.
flapjacksblog asked: Do you consider yourself a pirate adventurer?
Hmm…no, sadly. A pirate adventurer would be a cool thing to be, but I’ll stick to watching The Pirates of the Caribbean movies and living vicariously through them.
On Sunday, at my Nephew’s (Quinton’s) Birthday party, we had a great time…and so did he.
I really did put a Victoria’s Secret hot pink Dog in his Birthday Bag (which I Tweeted about) - with the intention of taking it out & giving it to my 4 yr old niece, Beverly, to play with since she wasn’t getting any toys herself.
I didn’t, and when it appeared Quin loved it…and he handed it to my Sis, Deb, who promptly said “It says ‘I love French Kissing’ on it.” Then she burst out laughing hysterically.
At least she found it funny. I also wish I’d gotten that on film.
I picked up my Sis and baby niece to go to Albany for our Nephew’s birthday party (he turned 2 today).
As per usual, we hit Dunkin’ Donuts for Latte’s and picked up some Valentines Heart shaped donuts to bring with us for the party, etc.
We always find something to talk about to fill the time - be it her husbands work on their house, our Cousins, or whatever.
This time my Sister told me that our Co-Worker had gone to a local hairdresser on my Sister’s recommendation.
As my Sister tells it:
Our Co-W said something like this: “It was great time wise. I was in & out in 20 minutes, she did a great job on my hair.”
“But, I’m never going there again.”
I said: “Why?”
Jenn said: “Well, apparently the hairdresser (the owner of the place, whose name I won’t use) started going on about how Liberals & Gays are moving into the area and ‘THOSE PEOPLE’ are screwing everything up.”
Me: *gasp* “Really? Oh, my God.”
Jenn: “Then she started going on about how her Son had been suspended from his High School for Cyber Bullying. Apparently she said “and he never would have gotten caught if other kids hadn’t turned him in.”
Jenn then said: “and I don’t blame her for not wanting to ever go there again. Neither do I. After all, my friends are ‘THOSE PEOPLE!’”
I said: “Me too and I don’t blame her either. I don’t want to go there again, myself.”
We then had a discussion about how obviously this woman (regardless of her political beliefs) is homophobic, which I never got from her the few times I went there and also you could glean from her comments that she believes her son should be Cyber Bullying people.
I don’t know what made her think that everyone who sits in her chair would have the same views she would have.
Anyway, I was personally horrified (esp. since my views are different from this woman’s and so are my Sister’s).
So, I now need to find someone else to cut my hair - should I ever choose to have someone else cut it that is.
Just another day.
Tomorrow is the 1 year anniversary of my Ex BF accusing me of not putting a paper plate under the bacon that I cooked…
…and then saying that I’d done it lots of times before (which I hadn’t) and then calling me a Liar when I denied it.
Because he was nothing but a fat 350lb fucking slob who thought he was right 100% of the time, that the only opinion that mattered was the one HE gave YOU, and generally being an all-around Asshole, I screamed at him.
I Tweeted about it (“This Fat Bastard is going to be shot of me soon” - exact quote in my Timeline on Twitter) and then called my Mom and said “I need to move out.”
I also wrote a Tumblr about it. It’s still there, somewhere.
I am not sad about leaving him, it was the best thing I ever did.
Everyone, except one guy who is on here who I can’t mention by name, congratulated me & said it was the best move I ever made, was happy for me for being brave & getting out of an obvious mentally abusive relationship (if you even want to call it that).
So, here I am.
1 year later, gaining weight every day that I can’t seem to get rid of, not being able to find someone to have an actual relationship with and trying not to cry because being lonely isn’t fun.
Valentine’s Day - bah. Means nothing.
It’s just another day to go to work.
In reference to what you texted me:
I want you to know that I consider you a good friend.
I’ve grown so accustomed to communicating with you on a daily basis, it is weird when I don’t hear from you at a certain time of day.
Whatever is bothering you…you can talk to me about it. I care and I will listen.
{Hugs} (oh - hey look! No typos!)
for me, when Challenger exploded, I was in High School.
I remember our Principal got on the loud speaker & announced it.
I remember it being a little surreal - like I didn’t understand.
I remember the moment of silence.
I remember going out & being one of the first kids to board the School Bus and our Bus Driver saying to me “Did you hear? The space shuttle blew up.” and I said “Yeah, they announced it over the loud speaker.”
I remember going home & turning on the TV and watching the coverage - seeing it explode over and over.
It was not until I got home & watched the footage for it to finally sink in.
I remember crying.
Sobbing, actually.
