Thursday, January 29, 2009


I'm sick. And I'm tired. And I want this house to magically finish itself. But it's not going to finish itself unless I get my ass up and do it. Because my father (who is living here for next to nothing really)and my husband won't do it. I sent him out to get me medicine the other day. I wanted non drowsy medicine, sprite (which I usually hate), tea bags, honey, and lemon juice. He comes back with NyQuil (didn't I say non drowsy?), Pepsi, and the rest of it. Pepsi? Seriously?! I NEVER ask for Sprite so if I asked for it, it really meant something! I swear men don't listen.

I guess I'm going to get my sick ass up and go clean since no one else will.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Falling Into Place

Well, the honey and I are in the process of getting everything into place in our new duplex. The living room is a wreck. The utility room is finally finished as is the kitchen. The bedroom is something else completely in itself. We've gotten a lot accomplished, but now I don't know where to go from what we've done. I'm hoping to have the house and half of our 3 1/2 hampers of dirty clothes done by the end of the day. With time to spend curled up with the hubby.

I went to get my license changed over Friday during my lunch hour. I walked up to the door and who else is in line in from of me but none other than Maynard. I haven't seen him in years. And that's only the second time I've seen him in 5 years - since he went to prison for molesting me. He pled guilty last Monday (the 12th) to statutory rape. So it's over. That's the end. It's finally over after 7 years. I couldn't be more ecstatic. And it happened before the wedding. Which is what I wanted.

Anyway, I guess our "lunch break" is over. It's time to get back to work. Can't the house just magically finish itself?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Why Not?

Well, I've seen plenty of people with blogspots but I've never understood the point of them . I mean, they are just like myspace right? Then I met my ex's ex. And quite frankly, she's crazy. I mean seriously, why would you want to stalk your boyfriend's (they were together at the time) ex girlfriend? Then try to befriend her?!

Now they're broken up and she's still just as interested in me as before. She tries to be a smart ass and post comments on my blogs on myspace. So now I'm going to try to start there one and maybe have some privacy from her. I need to make me a tag for my headline that says: private - cause my ex's ex is crazy. I've seen the ones that say "cause my ex is crazy" or "because his ex is crazy" but never that one.

I'll get on that.

It's my first relaxing day in my new place. I like it. It's nice not having my mom to boss me around. Or not having to hear her bitching. It's nice to finally be on my own. ish. Dad lives with us now. He pays us rent though so it's not too bad.

I got the paperwork on Maynard's plea bargain. I never realized there were so many severe rules for a sex offender. It would really suck to be him. That's what his ass gets for doing what he did to me. Now for the next eight years he can't drink, watch porn, or be around any children but his own. Douche bag.

Well, I'm off to spend some quality time with my new husband. Night.