I swear I didn’t mean to make such a big wave by deactivating my Facebook page for 2 weeks. Didn’t I say it would be just 2 weeks? I have had more calls and emails from people wanting to know if I know what’s up with family members than you would believe. Then I had to laugh because I really don’t think the page was gone more than a day anyway because Geoffrey signed me in to make his spotify account work. Ces la vie.
Drama – freaking drama –
Steve and I have decided not to be facebook friends since he didn’t see most of my posts anyway. NO Autumn didn’t try to kill herself. She is abused badly and simply wants out but can’t leave until after the baby is born on the 29th. Light a candle, say a prayer – it’s her fifth and she’s gonna need all the strength she can muster. Sweet little girl might be 23/24 yrs old.
I missed Paula’s birthday – hope it was happy sweetie.
Apparently someone else has Kansas’s phone so he must be in the hole for something. I have tried and tried to get hold of the counselor and the warden but no luck. I swear the assholes are deliberately not calling me back.
On the BoA front, they called yesterday and want paperwork proving an old home equity loan was paid off – we should have that. They also want the paperwork on the loan Countrywide bought from Tucker Federal. It’s our fault a defunct bank didn’t close out their paperwork. Blah. Steve will handle this round of bullshit. At least they’ve moved on from scrtinizing me. We are still here so WHATEVER. They say we have to make arrangements with the State to make payments on the back taxes too – blood from turnips… I have no idea how we will do this. We are already behind on the utilities again.
Steve has to have his prostate biopsied in 12 places. It’s done by a springloaded machine. I would be terrified. He is not talking about it. He made a joke about having butt lube that was going to waste while we were walking around the walmart looking for bread. I guess he didn’t wipe up good after the exam lol. OhKAY.
I stepped on the litter catcher in the hall last night and lost my balance. I caught myself with my right arm and the pain was so bad I sobbed for 10 minutes. It shot through my shoulder and down the length of my arm. I almost couldn’t breathe. Dr. Andrews is sending me to a specialist to check out my xrays and I’ll be one step closer to an MRI. Damn medicaid makes getting care like a puzzle. I’m so thanklful she knows how to piece it together. I also have calcification in my right breast. I was told to have another mammogram in 6 months. She said not good enough. She wants me to see a specialist to get a period put on the end of the sentence. She won’t have me wait 6 months and have possible cancer start when she knows someone whos specializes in this and will make sure I’m fine now. I love this lady. She is so sharp. Oh yeah, MY numbers that indicated borderline diabetes went down. She gave me a high five. lol
Steve doesn’t want to be friends with Tammy because she reminds him of my girls. She’s got that disconnect that comes with bi-polar/adhd/etc and therefore I am guilty for getting us involved with someone flawed. I can’t win. It always goes back to me and my kids and how he has been badly treated blah blah blah BLAH WAH WAH WAHHHHH. pooh him. I’m as sick of hearing it as a person can be. My kids are a handfull but if he would stop comparing them to everyone else, and let them be, he could enjoy some moments. Yes there are some difficult moments, but all in all, the years have mellowed things. And the grands make it worth the effort.
Anyway…what else is there to say? I guess I’ll pop in and say something on FB soon. Since the page is there whether I say so or not. lol I’m fine. Life is chugging along. I’ve realized my gardening days may be moving back to containers on the deck because I can’t work it and neither can Steve. OH – I paid $3 for an organic pink grapefruit. Cut into it – it’s not pink. It’s ok I guess. I really wanted pink.
I am still making baby hats. They make me happy.