The Four Days From Hell

Well, as you all know from my last post, I was living with a roommate named Patti. I went for an interview and she seemed like the perfect roomie for me. She was sweet, she loved animals, she said she loved comfort food, she just hated to cook, so I said I would cook for her if I moved in. My ma was at that interview and once Patti mentioned she loved British TV shows, they hit it off like magic! Ma did detect a bit of a flaw in her though. While they were talking about British TV shows, Patti all of a sudden got up and grabbed one of her cats and started talking about how she loves them and saying "isn't she cute!" It wasn't until later that ma said she thought that was nutty. People don't just do that in the middle of a conversation. I am not saying that I probably could not get along with another roommate, as long as they mind their own business and are normal, decent people. But as the days dragged on, I began to notice Patti was not one of those kinds of roommates.

During the interview, Patti was so cool. I mean, she was hideous as all be heck as far as looks went, but she was nice as pie. So I didn't care how she looked. But in all honesty, she looked like she had once been addicted to morphine. Her eyes were very wide open, nappy hair, and small mouth with crooked teeth. She looked like a scarecrow. But if I like someone, and I always try to give people a chance, it doesn't matter to me what they look like. I should have learned my lesson some years ago with bittertears from the INXS site, never trust people on first sight!! And for a while after her little tantrum, I didn't. Well, something about her bothered me from the beginning, I never really liked her that much. But Patti was so nice that first day, I thought we hit it off well. I was so excited about finally finding a place and having Vegas and Minnie back with me again, that once again I let my guard down. I've been doing that a lot lately and it's been getting me in so much trouble.

The first day, I began to notice some flaws too. While making breakfast for the both of us, she went out to the outside patio and brought in Mulder's food dish. Mulder is her dog, and she said he is a medium-sized dog and is a mixture of rottweiler, german shepherd and husky. The husky almost does not show up on him, except maybe his eyes. Well anyway, Patti proceeded to put Mulder's food dish (which had been outside where the animals piss and shit) on the cutting board in front of the toaster. I didn't think much about it, I figured maybe she always does that and she'll wipe the board down with an antibacterial wipe or something. Well she didn't have any of those. She asked me if I wanted toast and I said yes, so she pulled out the bread and made toast. She took out 2 slices and put them immediately in the toaster, then took 2 more slices out and put them on the cutting board right where she had her dog's nasty food dish at. And the board had not even been wiped off! I saw her do that and I thought "how disgusting!" I held my tongue though, as I promised I would before I moved there. Just when the first set of toast popped up, she put them on her plate and then put the dirty slices in the toaster. I took the cleaner slices off her plate and put them on my own! She can have the dirty slices, I didn't want them! It was her damn dog.

I never seen anyone do anything like that before. I love my dogs, but I have limits to where I will put their paraphernalia. Places where I prepare food is among those limits! Who knows how many times before I moved there she has done that. I once pulled out a piece of bread and it had pet hair all over it. I gave it to the chickens! Well, after I swiped the cleaner bread pieces off her plate, she seemed to clam up after that and got rather quiet. I detected that, but I didn't say anything. For the rest of that day, we pretty much got along well. We walked down to the creek, sat out on the patio and had a little chit-chat. I was trying to get to know her better. I would have stayed longer, but she was smoking a cigarette and my throat started to close up, so I had to move away. I didn't tell her to stop smoking though. I just moved away from where the smoke was blowing. Funny thing, her brother was the one who owns the house, and he was selling it then, that's why Patti needed a roommate. She was only paying $100 to her brother for rent and taking care of all the utilities. Patti said during the interview in fact that if I hadn't come along, she would be living in her van with the cats and dog. So, I would have been glad to help. While I was there, she said one of us should play the lotto, win and buy the house off her brother. Then the other could rent the room. I laughed. I thought she was kidding around.

And Mulder is not a medium-sized dog. I told her that. She told me he was medium-sized and I saw his picture and I thought he was a beagle or something. I can handle a beagle. She maintains that he is medium-sized. But Mulder is mixed with german shepherd and rottweiler, both of which are considered large dogs. Mulder's not medium-sized. He's only 5 months old, he's still got a lot of growing to do. Patti's going to find out too. And she mentioned Mulder's mom was a biter. That kinda worried me too, especially with little dogs and a dumb owner like Patti not knowing about the breeds in Mulder before getting him. She cannot even control Mulder. He walks all over her. She got upset because I would yell at Mulder, well when she wasn't around, Mulder minded me! He behaved. He didn't mind her very well. Barely paid any attention to her. So her method of being quiet was not working. And when I took things quietly like she wanted, Mulder became disobedient and unclassy again.

Well, Monday things began to get just a wee bit heated. Patti had to work, so I thought I would help her out. She went to her morning shift and she loved that client (she works as a caregiver). She got along well with that client. Then she had to go to her afternoon shift, and she did not like that client very well because the husband was controlling. So I thought I would do her a favor and have something ready for her to eat when she got back. I asked her what she wanted and she told me french toast would be good enough. So just before she was due back, I made her french toast and had it ready and warm by the time she got home. She seemed appreciative at first, and she liked the toast, she just seemed a bit on the snappy side, and I just figured it was because she'd had a bad evening. I asked her how the french toast was and she said it was good. Then she kinda muttered "didn't I say that already?" I answered "I don't know, maybe." she said "I think I already said that." That kinda struck me as coming off a bit aggressive, but again I figured she'd just had a hard evening so I didn't say anything. I figured by the next morning she was going to be the sweet little lady she was the day before. I asked her if she had any kids and she said "Nope!" She was married but thank GOD she never got pregnant. She asked me if I had kids and I said no. Never even tried to have kids. Then she said something odd and outlandish. She said "then you have a very boring life don't you." When she said that, I thought at first she was kidding, I looked for some sign of laughter but there was none. That struck me as strange she would say something like that and be serious about it, but again I thought she's just having a bad evening. We all have our moments we just can't get along afterall. So I just carried on the conversation in a friendly way. I responded "Unless you count my travels, I guess it would seem boring."

The next day, Tuesday, when Patti was done with work, she asked me if I wanted to go shopping with her and I said yes. So I got dressed up and we went out. She had to pick up some pet food and we went shopping for ourselves. I bought food for the both of us and paid for it with my own money, and Patti kicked like a steer because I was buying food for me that I liked. I bought a box of cookies to snack on and I never heard the end of it from her! As time rolled on, I discovered Patti was very controlling and impatient, and that kind of behavior, coming from someone who is obviously batshit crazy, does not make for a peaceful roommate. I tried to get along, but I was discovering Patti was a very immature asshole. Tuesday night, I had gotten sick, and was in the bathroom (I think I was food poisoned because Patti is so dirty). Well the toilet would not flush, so I went to ask Patti if she had something to fix it. She gave me a 30-minute lecture basically saying over and over again "I've never had a problem with that toilet in the 10 months I've lived here!" Well, how often does she use that toilet??? She has her own upstairs. It just seemed like an eternity before she finally told me where I could find the tools I needed to fix the toilet. She kept accusing me of trying to flush things I shouldn't have been flushing, and I told her I didn't try to flush anything that didn't need it! She still maintained that I tried to put something else in there, like a feminine pad or something.

I sensed then that this deal is not going to work out. When I first met Patti (as with all people) she seemed so nice and sweet. But now it was becoming clear she had been putting up a peaceful front to get me trapped in there for some reason. I'll tell you why, she told me this herself. She was looking for someone to pay rent (ie. the mortgage) on that place so she could have a free place to live. Or cheap. She was cheap! She was a penny-pincher! And mean-ass to boot. Tuesday night, I was fixing myself a midnight snack, as I do sometimes, it was grilled cheese sandwiches. Comfort food, which Patti told me she likes. I was still trying to get used to her stove. It was a gas stove and I had not used a gas stove in years. So my sandwiches got a bit dark. Not like charcoal burned, but dark. Well, just as I was finishing up, Patti came downstairs and had a mean look on her face. I thought maybe I had woken her up, so I apologized for that. She asked me in a nasty tone "What are you doing?!" I calmly said "Just fixing myself a snack." I did not even use anything of her's. I used my own food that I bought with my own money. Next thing I know, I am getting a 40-minute lecture as to why I should not be eating the things I eat, and she told me to give my sandwich to her dog. I told her I couldn't I made it for myself. She says "thats too bad!" She forced me to give the sandwich to Mulder. She stood between me and my room until she was done lecturing. She would not let me go into my room. I began to eat while she was talking, and she started mocking the way I ate. At first I laughed because again, I thought she was kidding around. But she had this crazy look on her face and said "No, I'm serious!" All of a sudden, I felt trapped and threatened. She was nuts!! To end all nuts!

I know! I should have told her to go fuck herself and take the sandwich and go into my room anyway! But I was so hell-bent on making this work. My father always accuses me of being too ornery and says that I can never get along with anyone, and I guess I was trying to prove him wrong in this case. But this time, I don't think I was totally to blame. Patti is just an asshole with not an ounce of patience. I'm very surprised she even makes it as a caregiver. I would think with a job like that, a person would have to have patience. She kept saying to me "wash your hands!" I was like "This is the last person to talk about someone else not being clean!" After seeing the way she put Mulder's dirty food dish down where I was preparing food! Not to mention the sponge she used to wash the dishes, she also used the same sponge to wash the counter tops. She has a dishwasher, and I was excited to finally be moving into a place that has a dishwasher. During the interview, I mentioned that and she said excitedly "Yeah! I have a dishwasher!" But it wasn't until after I moved in that I found out she does not use it! And she would not let me use it. She said it costs too much to run with the extra water and electricity. If she had mentioned that during the interview, and she didn't, I would have held it against that place and not moved in. She said she loves comfort food, well she doesn't. She's a health food fanatic. Comfort food is like mac and cheese, chili, mashed potatoes and gravy, and chocolate. Well, she hates all that stuff.

Well, Wednesday her brother came over to get the rest of his things and move out. I saw him using the same sponge, that we use to clean the dishes, on some dirty old bins that had probably been in the barn for 10 years and had all kinds of cobwebs, chicken shit and cat piss all over them. Then I had to use that sponge to clean the dishes! YUK!!! I refused to eat anything there after seeing him do that! At that point, I didn't think I was going to be there that long anyway, and if I had been, I was going to go to the market and pick up things that I wouldn't need dishes to prepare! But I sensed that this roommate was not going to work with me. I knew I was going to be let go that day, long before Patti said anything. She also got pissed because she told me on the first day to cover my food in the microwave, and I forgot to do it when I put some soup in there. She said it looks like there's been an explosion in there. Well, I didn't know it. I offered to clean up the mess right away and she said "Well, my brother is still moving his stuff." so I figured I would wait until he is done moving his stuff and then clean the microwave. Most of that day I spent in my room, so I could stay out of her brother's way. I figured I could clean the microwave that night when he settled down or something. Well, Patti got pissed again because an hour later, I hadn't cleaned the microwave. She then told me that her brother said instead of moving in, maybe I should be moving out. I said "OK." I'll tell you, I was not at all upset to be leaving there. I was beginning to root for Bozeman again after living there! That's how bad Patti was! She was a lunatic!! She said "I have no control over it" and I was thinking "Like hell you didn't!" LORD knows what lies she told her brother about me. Yes the microwave was dirty, but I said I would clean it. I was just waiting for her brother to sit down and watch TV or something, stop moving his things so I would not be in his way.

That's what I mean about Patti not having patience. She kept fussing because she had to keep repeating to me things she thought I should have known. But I didn't know. And I have never been the type of person you can tell something to one time and it sticks in my mind. Unless it's something that really stands out for whatever reason. Like when Patti said I had a boring life, that struck me as strange coming from her. So that stood out. It told me this woman is either having a very bad day, or she's loony as a jaybird! I tried not to think she was loony, but it soon became apparent she was! With me, she would have had a good thing going. I was going to get her some furniture, ma was going to copy some of her British shows and put them on disks for her. Patti even griped about me going to a used furniture place and getting furniture there. She said sometimes they'll have bugs on them. And guess what happened my first night there. She wanted to bring in this old easy chair from the barn that when I saw it, was covered with spider webs, chicken shit and probably cat piss and it STUNK!! She wanted me to sit in that, and I said "I'd have to clean it first!" I tried to clean it, but it would not clean easily. So she took that chair. But I could still smell it! It stunk up the whole living room. And there she was complaining about getting used furniture! So Patti is the queen of double standards too! That was why I gladly left Bozeman!

Losing that room did not bother me at all. I was glad to be getting out of there. The only thing that bothered me about leaving there was knowing I was not going to be able to cuddle my babies again for a while. And when I thought of that, it hit me hard. I got depressed. I wept for about 5 minutes, pulled myself together and got the rest of my stuff packed. After I was done weeping, I said to myself "This must be what hell is like." LOL! Knowing I may never have to see Patti again after I left there got me happy and motivated again. The first 2 days with her was great. I thought this place was sent by GOD. But the last 2 days there were hell!! Patti really was nothing more than a common bully! I'm going to laugh if she winds up homeless. She really belongs in an institution, having her brain examined. And hopefully fixed. I thank GOD too she never had kids!! That was the only smart thing she's probably ever done.

Made It!

Well, I made it to my new  place. Right now, I am typing this blog on my tablet because I have my computer in storage. But for now, I seem to be doing very good. I have lived here now for 2 days, and I am still trying to get accustomed. It's not easy! But in the end, I have farm fresh eggs. And let me tell you, you ain't had eggs until you've had them straight from the farm. No chemicals, hormones or preservatives! I am still trying to work out a routine that will be comfortable for the both of us. For example, today Patti had to work. Poor gal was running from Aberdeen and back and again to Montesano. So I decided to take over kitchen duties. No matters to me, I love working in the kitchen anyway. The only thing I don't like out here are the bugs, and I have to leave at least one door open so her cats can go in and out at will. So every bug in the area takes it as an open invitation to come in! Thats just one of those things I'll have to adjust to. But I won't be baking any cakes soon! I can't! Before I could even get the icing on, it'll have a smorgasbord of flying insects stuck to it! LOL!

I'll be fine, I just need to adjust is all. Having a roommate that is also kinda set in her ways as much as I am, is something I am just not used to. But now the thing about putting dirty pet dishes where I prepare food for us is another thing. I'll have to discuss it with her. The chickens roam the grounds all day, and leave crap everywhere. Patti's dog's dish is out there too, which is fine, but I need to speak to her about bringing it in and putting it on the kitchen counters. That's dirty! I am not used to that. If  Anna had done that, I'd be screaming. Patti is not used to screaming, so I have to try an approach it with a little more finesse.

That Old, Itchy Feeling Inside

I've got that now. That itchy feeling you get when you cannot wait for something. Well, I cannot wait to move out! The guy who has Minnie and Vegas, he called me last night and asked me if I wanted to come and see them. Ma was standing right there and I asked her if it was OK. She has to take me. Now that they are home, I cannot use the van anymore. She looked at me and shouted "Right NOW???!!!!" I didn't want to get into it with this man on the phone, so I just told him that now would probably not be a good time to. I think he heard ma yell. LOL! I just told him I found a place and will be coming for my babies on Saturday. He said that's OK, and he will let my little ones know I found a place and we will be together again. I just cannot wait to see them again.

You know ma told me that she had also been doing a lot of praying as well. She prayed that this would all work out for the better. It may have even been ma that clinched the deal. Patti was discussing turning the cable off next month. I told her that's fine because I found I don't watch much TV anyways. Not lately. She happened to mention she likes watching a lot of British TV with ma sitting there. Ma and I looked at each other and I said "Ma! Another soul-mate for you!" LOL! All of a sudden, she and ma were talking all about British programs that they both like. So she and ma hit it off very well! But Patti told me she was glad I decided to move in. And I like her. I really do, she's pretty cool. And I love the place I will be staying. It's BIG!! And it's on a farm with a river running out back. My kind of place! Patti doesn't even care that I don't have my security deposit now! That is what leads me to believe this was sent by GOD! Since I don't have my security deposit yet. She said she's willing to work with me on that.

Now, the people from my last apartment are saying they don't know how much I will be getting back. I know the oven door needed more cleaning, but they are also saying I left a big stain on the carpet. I was like "WHAT???" That carpet was professionally cleaned, and they got the receipt. There was NO stain on that carpet anywhere! Unless they put it there after I left. I don't know, but that would be the only way there would be stains on that carpet. Generally if you get a professional to clean it, it's going to be done good. Anyway, they are now way past the deadline of 10 days, and I got no written letter saying why I won't get my security deposit back, so they are obligated to give it all to me. That's the law, even in Montana! Now, watch them try to weedle out of that. I know they will! I lived there long enough to know a lot of their dirty little secrets.

Well, thanks to GOD, I no longer am totally reliant on that security deposit coming back. Patti is so sweet, she's motivated to work with me on that. I'm telling you, this place was a GOD send!! Sometimes I seem so happy it scares me. The joy of having my own space again, having my babies back with me, and the area it's self almost seems like a dream come true. Almost like it's too good. I keep pinching myself shouting "Hey! Wake up!!" Kinda like those dreams where I am getting large sums of money, and I can actually feel it in my hands. I can also feel myself getting excited too. Then I wake up, and I feel so low because it is then I realize it's only a dream. LOL! I keep waiting for myself to wake up from this one too. But I know this is the real thing, this is GOD answering my prayer. And with ma also having prayed for me, I know that doubled the power. I'm glad I waited. Of course having a remote beachfront cottage would have been better, but living on a farm with a lot of animals, that's the next best thing for me. And the place is just dreamy too!

The moral of the story? Never underestimate the power of GOD!

Answered Prayers

Well, my prayers were answered. I found a place and it is just about perfect! I love it there! It is fairly close to Ocean Shores, but it is not in Ocean Shores. It's in a town called Brady, and it's a small town. The woman I will be staying with lives in the country and has dogs, cats, chickens and pretty soon, horses. I can hardly wait to move in! The back of the property even has a river running down it. Ma said we both could probably go fishing there. I truly believe with this place, my prayer was answered. It is just about perfect! She took me on a little tour through the property. There is a shop on the property and she showed me in the back of the shop where her brother has his record collection. It looks just like an old used record store!! He has records up the ying-yang!! And that's after having sold about $600 worth to a record store.

Well, I think she and I will get along well. She basically goes her way and I go mine. She loves to eat, I love to cook. And she hates to cook. So I figure I can make this work really well by fixing her dinner and having it waiting for her when she gets home from work. I also get to keep my own dogs. I need to see how this will work. She has a large mutt, and it's crossed with husky, german shepherd and rottweiler, all 3 of those breeds have a very high prey-drive. I'd worry a bit where my dogs are concerned. Minnie is so sweet and easy-going, Vegas will probably scare this dog to death. I just cannot wait till I can get back together with my babies. It's been like Hell without them.

This place is just perfect for me and I love animals. I can easily take care of the chickens, dogs and horses while she is at work. The cats UGH!! Having them running around the house is something I am just going to have to get used to, as I don't really like cats in the house. But that is just a minor thing. I mean, I've lived with cats before. I guess I can do it again. It's just going to take me a while to adjust to it. At least they aren't no damn tabbies!! One of them in fact looks like a cat I used to have when I was 7 years old. I also love the fact we have all that marine air coming in from the ocean. I miss that. So it doesn't get too hot there. In fact, piddling around that house today, I was chilled! And it was hot in Olympia today. So that was a relief!

Seems my prayer was answered. I saw another house in Puyallup, and the woman there also breeds yorkshire terriers. But really, that was about the only thing I liked about that household. I don't really like Puyallup, and she has a man living with her and I would have had to share the bathroom with him. That would have sucked!! They seemed like a nice enough couple, but compared to the woman I met today, she was a stick-in-the-mud. This woman, her name is Patti, she seems like the fun-loving type. I like that. She doesn't even mind it that I have some bouts of depression. She said whenever I feel depressed to just let her know and she'll find ways of taking me out to have some fun. I'll tell you, she sounds like a LOT of fun! I'm going to love it there! I may never want to leave actually. It's like screw Seaside! LOL! I've found my place! She's also OK with my sister coming over for the holidays. So that's cool. I think even my sis would love it there! It is just such a lovely place. It's like a miniature wonderland!

Well, I've already left some of my baggage there, and I will be moving in as soon as I can get my bed over there, which will be this Saturday. My room is actually quite large. It has a lot of closet space. I just cannot wait! I am so excited, I may not be able to sleep tonight! Thank you GOD for answering my prayers favorably!!!

New INXS Emerging

Well yesterday Ciaran Gribbin announced to all his friends and fans on Facebook that he is now working in the studio with Andrew and Kirk creating more songs for INXS. YIPPEEE!!! New songs from INXS at long last!! And I hope he does mean NEW songs. Not INXS rehashing their old songs. Well, Ciaran is a good guy. I like him a lot. Maybe even better than JD in some ways. JD was a great singer, and most likely still is. But I like Ciaran because he actually interacts with his fans. On Facebook, he has actually "liked" some of my posts. He doesn't seem stuck up or full of himself like other celebs are. I haven't actually met the guy, but I have interacted with him several times on Facebook. He seems real nice too. And besides that, he is a great singer. INXS made a great choice picking him to be their lead singer. I only hope it lasts this time and they don't just chuck him away like they did JD. So if Ciaran is in the studio with INXS's top writers now, creating new songs to be sung, I say Go for it! Best of luck to all of you! I cannot wait to hear these new songs.

The downfall to all of this is that INXS may not be going on tour in the USA ever again. That would suck!! I missed out on the last concert that came here because my silly sis wanted to move to Bozeman. Sometimes I could just strangle her for even suggesting moving there! LOL! But anyway, INXS has lately done most of it's touring in Australia, not abroad. I don't know why. I guess because the guys feel they are getting too old to travel. They may be older, but they are still good. And good-looking too. Timmy is still as handsome as he always was. Well, he is to me. hehe! I just hope that they keep this guy Ciaran. Some people don't like him, but I think he's great. Hopefully he will take INXS in directions they've never been before. And I do hope they decide to come to the USA again soon. I missed their last tour, but hopefully I will get another chance, and this time have a chance to hear Ciaran sing live.

Well, usually a move means I won't be writing much in this blog, but I have been keeping tabs on where I've been looking for places. Ma is getting as desperate as I am to get me out of this house. Believe me when I say I want out of here as bad as she wants me out, if not more so! I'd rather have my own place where I can have my own dogs and live happily ever after. Here, I have nothing. I have no room of my own, no privacy when I need it, no dogs, nothing. I don't even have my own place to keep food. Every square inch of this house is in use. They have food items that are expired and are keeping them. What for? I don't know. There is a can of biscuits in the fridge that exploded out the bottom, and it is still in there now, stuck like cement to a compartment on the door.

Grandma was a hoarder as well. Now I am afraid I may be on the path to hoarding myself. I collect paper items. I have pictures that I made over the course of years still stashed away. They are what makes up about 3/2rds of what is in my bins. Why I keep them, I don't know. Most of them have no significance. I just keep them just in case. As for the apartment search, ma says I should probably start looking in other places besides the coast. It's going to be hard. The coast is where I want to move to. I keep hoping and praying something will turn up. I got another offer yesterday for a duplex in Brinnon, which is a town I've never even heard of. But the person who wrote me sounded a lot like a scammer. Her message was very vague, and when I tried to get more info from her, she was like "Oops! I'm sorry I rented the place already." I was like "Yeah, I bet you never had a place to begin with!" There is only one other place I'd want to move to beside the coast, it's an area I am sure I can also get Anna to agree to move to. I've been trying to find something there, but it's been not so easy. The problem is the pets. Most people nowadays don't want to allow pets in rentals. You can thank irresponsible people for that too! I hate irresponsible people!! More than any other kind of people in the world!! That's why this landlord won't allow pets in this building, because the previous tenants had pets (probably cats and big dogs) that tore up the place. This house had to be completely redone inside. So she said no pets. That sucks!!! So now my dogs have to stay with someone else. I cannot even cuddle them anymore.

I spoke to ma today and she never mentioned anything about finding an apartment there in Reno. Maybe they didn't. I need to stay in town here at least until my job is finished. I hope I can, and I hope I am still getting along well with ma and John by the end of that job. I try to be a perfect angel here, and stay out of their way for the most part, but it's rather hard when you don't have your own room. Nowhere to go for complete privacy.

When To Make The Move

Ahh! This waiting is killing me. But I think it's better if I not only wait for the security deposit from my old apartment to come back, but also the money I will be making on this job. That will give me more. Besides, I am not 100% certain I will be getting my entire security and pet deposits back. There was still that oven door I was not able to totally wipe clean. But I tried everything! Except a razor blade. Moving to Montana was just the biggest damn mistake I ever made in my life. It messed me up in every way. Including mentally. I guess that's what happens when you move to some place you just don't belong. Damn summers were just too hot and dry for me. I hated it! And the winters were cold and dry too. I just cannot handle those kind of extremes.

Well, I am finding out some interesting things about this place. You know what they have at the Wendy's here? They have 100+ flavors of soda. Sometimes I go there just for the soda machine. It's got one of those big touchscreens where you just touch an image of a flavor and it dispenses it in your soda. Way to go! I don't normally spend that much time in fast food places, but I want to try all 100+ flavors while I can. Except for peach, I never saw the point in peach-flavored soda! YUK!!! In all those flavors the one I don't see is huckleberry. And that's the one main thing I miss about Montana! I used to be able to just go a few blocks and there was a place I could get a huckleberry soda. I think it's strictly a Montana product. I ain't ever going back to Montana again! Not unless I have to. And it would have to be for a damn good reason!

I followed another lead this morning (yes, I still have to look), it was a lone house with one bedroom and one bathroom, and it sounded great. The landlord was going to let me keep my babies, and the house was just big enough for one person. It was also in my price range. The problem was that they require that I make 3 times the rent amount each month, and I don't do that. That alone is what is going to make finding a place of my own nearly impossible. Shoot!! I don't want to move to Reno! I just escaped Montana!! Moving to Reno is going to put me right back in that hole again!! WAAA!!! Maybe I will get lucky and ma and John will change their mind and decide to move to Salem again instead. Pray for a miracle!

I know this much, when it comes to the Oregon coast, I've learned to avoid any ads from Willett Investments. They're only great if you don't have any pets. Most of their rental homes and apartments do not allow pets at all. My ma said what I should do is look for people giving away fixer mobiles instead. She knows how to fix them up and she can help me a bit. She can tell me what to do and I'll do the work. I'm fairly good with a hammer and screwdriver. I've worked with them before when I built my bird cages. Those would have been finished too, if only I had been able to get some acrylic to go on the sides.

Got Another Lead!

Well, I got another lead for someone looking for a roommate. It's closer to Ocean Shores too. So I will love the area. There are just a couple of problems I have with the place. One, the person living there has a pit bull. Even though she says her pit bull is nice and friendly, they can still occasionally snap. I'll have to not let it out at the same time with my babies. It's not so much the pit bull I fear. It's Vegas. Vegas might try to charge at it, and if the pit bull is having a bad day, it could be disasterous for Vegas. Another thing, she's young and has a boyfriend also living there, and the one and only bathroom is shared among us all. One of the reasons I never got serious about getting married is because I HATE sharing my bathroom with a man. When I spoke to this young woman, she told me if she could find someone to turn part of the one bedroom into a bathroom she would do it, because she too hates sharing a bathroom.

Thinking about all this, maybe this isn't the best lead for me. Even though it is closer to Ocean Shores. I think perhaps I should keep looking. Though my search should be put on hold while I do this job. This job is going to last a month, and I need to be where I can easily get to and from work. I am getting a little bit depressed, not being able to have my babies with me. And when I want to see them, I cannot because I have to have permission from the people who have them now to come and see them, and they do not always answer their inbox messages right away. Don't get me wrong, they are great people. I am very appreciative to them for taking care of my babies. It's just that they're so busy, and it's frustrating when I want to see Minnie and Vegas. I just cannot wait till we are all together again. But perhaps this lead just is not for me. I might have to be a little bit picky in this case just because. But I am going to look at the place tomorrow. Who knows? Maybe I will be compatable with it. I feel like I need to see the situation before I commit.

*********************************UPDATE************************************

The place was rented to someone else. Somehow I am not too disappointed. The person seems nice and all, and she did wish me well in my search, but those things working against me, and the fact I still do not have money for a down payment, well, I guess it just isn't my time yet.

Oh Wow! This is Awesome!!!

I was just writing earlier this morning about how GOD wants me here for a while longer, and I could not figure out why. Well, guess what happened. I got a JOB!!! It's selling Smartphones. I get a free Smartphone, plus $12 an hour. I get to keep the Smartphone at the end of the job too. Well, I figure I can sell the Smartphone. I can get $250 for it easily, unused. I figure the money from this job will help me get a new place. Maybe even an RV. That would be cool!! I can at least get some things that I will need.

My sis and I have been chatting a lot back and forth. I told her about my religious experience last night. She's been trying to find another place too. She said living in that building was never meant to be permanent. The roommate deal that she had going this weekend fell through, and that is a shame! I know she wants out of that place as much as I did. Not out of Montana, just out of that apartment. I was hoping the roommate deal would stay, but that guy already found someone else and he could not allow Odessa to move in. Bummer! It's so easy to get tired of living in a place where you are surrounded by so many crazy people. That's why I know Anna wants out of there.

Oh and here's a pip, apparently I am supposed to be "jealous" of Yvette! LOL! That's what she said. In order for me to be jealous of anyone, they would have to have something that I don't have that I want more than anything. That would be a remote oceanfront cottage on the west coast. Has she got it? I don't think so. What has she got? Not a smidgen of talent that I have. She made some cute earrings and sold them at the yard sale. Big deal! I've made better earrings myself from scratch. She has 2 kitties, which I don't want at all, and loony friends like Kim H. who is dumber than a box of rocks and uses her as a security blanket to hide her evil actions. The only person I could imagine being jealous of her would be Lady Gaga, because she is so loony she makes Lady Gaga seem normal. I not only made my own jewelry, I write stories for children and young adults, I can cook anything from scratch and it'd be good, I do sculptures, and I have my Metazoic website that has been praised by big-name scientists including Dougal Dixon and David Attenborough. Top that one!

Really, it's a sin to envy anyone. Its one of the 10 commandments that you shall not envy what your neighbor has. Well, it's not worded in that particular way, but that's the jist of it. So really, I envy no one. Well, I told Kathy that I envy her because she has Casey, he's such a cute and funny little guy! I really miss him. I miss Kathy too, she was pretty cool. But really, I could get a pomeranian if I wanted to, and I did used to have some, I had 3 of them in fact at one time. They're one of my favorite breeds. I used to have a friend that raised poms, and had every color you could ever imagine in poms, including wolf-sable, marked like a little miniature keeshond. I always said one of these days, I was going to get a pom colored like that. Someday I will too. She wants a lot for those too. Last time she had them, she was selling those for $800, and that was back in 2001. That was the last time I saw her too. I found out though that she still lives in Lakewood and still breeds pomeranians, and has some cuties too. She's even helping a friend of her's raise chihuahuas. I think while I am here, I will get back in touch with her. LOL! See how she's doing.

You Know What I Believe?

Before I left Montana, I asked GOD to guide me in my journey. From leaving the steps of the old apartment to the roadtrip to staying here with my ma and stepfather. GOD spoke to me last night after I had written that update on this blog. HE told me that it is not my time yet. When I am meant to find a place, I am sure HE will lead me there. I figured it is just as well, I don't even have any money to put down as a security deposit. And it would not be fair for me to ask the landlord to hold the place while I wait to get the money. I know I didn't let myself rely too heavily on yesterday's lead, but I was still a little bit upset thinking about it being a beachfront cottage and all, and how happy I would have been there. But that was when GOD spoke to me last night. Maybe HE has something bigger and better in store for me. Who knows? But between now and when I get my security deposit back from the old apartment, I am going to be doing some heavy praying. Or at least until the next time I get paid. Even beyond that! LOL! I need a place NOW! But if GOD says I am not ready then I am not ready. I put all my faith in HIM.

When HE spoke to me last night, it actually lifted that feeling of despair I was feeling once I got that e-mail from that person. I almost wanted to write back to her and ask her if she gave the new renters the right phone number, where she gave me the wrong one. LOL! But I didn't. It really does not matter at this point. I think the good LORD has other plans for me. So, I will just wait and see where HE leads me. I just have this feeling inside me that the place HE chooses is going to be a lot better. Though I cannot imagine what could be any better than a remote beach cottage! It's what I wanted.

Before I moved to Bozeman, I thought the change I would get there would be the best possible thing that could ever happen to me. Now that I have given it a try, I realize I was wrong. I was just not happy in Bozeman. And it has really nothing at all to do with the people. Though there were too many people there for my personal taste. It was more of a climate thing. I had trouble getting used to the hot summers again and exceedingly cold winters. Though I have to tell you Montana just has the biggest bunch of assholes per capita. I've never seen a group so obsessed with what other people think of their state. And good people like Bree die early. She was taken far too early, I miss her. She always gave me such good advice about GOD. I miss that. She was a loving, caring, godly person. I know she is up there now. She was actually the first friend I made in Montana, and I guess I was expecting everyone to be like her. I met some nice people there, don't get me wrong. But they were very few in numbers, compared to how many assholes were there. I know every place has assholes. There are a lot of those here (most of them are immigrants originally from California; and I don't just mean people from other countries). It just seems that Montana had more than it's share of assholes. Maybe it's because I relate to people here better.

I don't know, I'm just not a people-person. I would be happiest if I never had to look at another person again as long as I live. LOL! People are just too judgmental, and really no one has a right to judge anyone but GOD. But that's human nature, to judge someone before getting to know them. Its not something that is unusual to our species either. Every animal fears things they know nothing about, or things that are different from themselves. It's actually a survival mechanism. Though I don't see how a fat chick like myself could possibly hurt anyone, except maybe to sit on them. LOL!

I was chatting with Anna this morning, and she said I should just forget this apartment business and buy myself an RV. I saw some nice ones in Missoula! But in Oregon, they are practically being given away. I always dreamed of buying an RV and just living on the road. That way, not only can I move away if I get tired of the neighbors, but I can take my home with me and not have to pack anything. I'd love that! The downfall is I'd have to get rid of all my furniture, but RVs usually come with their own furniture that is bolted down. Another downfall is I cannot have a fishtank in an RV. That would be impossible. I'm not even sure I could ever get my snakes back again. They are staying with a friend now because I could not bring them to Montana. I'd love to have them back, but I cannot as long as I am living with ma and John. And I am not sure they'd take well to living in an RV either. But I would love to live in an RV, and just go from one RV park to another all year round. I love to travel, that would be my dream lifestyle.

And So The Hunt Continues

I am still looking for a place, and I got another lead today. But this time I am playing it safe. Well, not too safe. LOL! I have to show some of my true character in order to not shock this person when I get there. Anyway, I got another offer today. It's an A-frame cottage on the beach and it actually almost sounds too good to be true. She was OK with what I offered for rent. She has a dog, and I told her about Minnie and Vegas. We wrote back and forth a couple of times, and I've been waiting to hear from her for hours. This is why I did not let myself rely too heavily on this lead this time. I made that mistake this past weekend and it ended in disappointment. I'm not going to let that happen again. So even though I wrote a couple times to this person, I am still looking for a place in desperate mode. But no longer will I rely too heavily on any other leads. Because it just puts me in misery when the person decides to change their mind. I haven't heard from this person in hours. And honestly, I don't think I'll ever hear from her again. I might have scared her off. Well! She mentioned sea otters, and I like sea otters. She said she gets to see them from the back door of the cottage. Like I said, it really sounds too good to be true! But then again, so did the place we had in Ocean Shores, at first. That place we spent 4 years in, and would have stayed longer too, if Anna didn't get different ideas!

She sent me a phone number to call her, and when I dialed the number, it wasn't her's. It went to some mortgage or investment company, something like that. So, I was beginning to think this was another scammer. I don't know. I could wait to see if I hear from her again tomorrow. I've been wrong before, I could be again. I'd really like to see this place. If it does turn out to be legitimate, it could be my dream place! I may never want to leave! LOL! But this is supposed to only be temporary. No more than perhaps a year and a half. Then I move to the Oregon coast. I just need a place because I want to be reunited with my babies again, and I want to get my things out of storage. Well, most of that stuff can be sold. But I would like most of my stuff with me again. I mean really! Don't get me wrong, I love my ma and stepfather, and am grateful to them for letting me stay with them for a while. But I don't want to be in their shadow forever. After all, they have their lives and I have mine. And I just know the place they will move into in Reno is not going to be one that allows pets. Knowing them the way I do, that's all they ever move into. And I don't want to move to Reno anyway. I wish ma wouldn't! I may never see her again.

I had another offer from a friend in Texas, if all else fails. And I am so desperate right now, I might just take her up on her offer. I don't like Texas! I haven't been there since I was a little kid, but one thing I remember about it, it was H-O-T!!!! They see, not just days of 100+ degree weather, they see actually weeks, even months, of 100+ degree weather!! Not to mention it is hot there all year round. I wouldn't like that at all. I just escaped from Montana, that was almost that hot. Their summer is almost that extreme. Plus they have tarantulas, scorpions and venomous snakes there aplenty. It scares me. But if she could live there, then perhaps I can too. I just want a temporary place to stay and this friend said I can use her master bedroom. However, I asked her how much would she want for rent, and I haven't heard from her since. I do hope she is OK. I need an answer, or something! If she changed her mind, I'd like to know it.

I tell everyone I "escaped" from Montana. To me, Montana was a prison, and I was an inmate. I was chatting with Katrina, one of my friends here, and I told her I feel like I've been released from prison. If I had stayed in Montana any longer I would have gone crazy. LOL! Katrina knows I'm almost halfway there anyway. I told another friend today, Kimi, that I just escaped from Montana. She was like "what do you mean 'escaped'?" Again, I told her that I feel like I have just been released from a prison. I still feel bad that we left Ocean Shores. We never should have done that! If Anna wanted to move to a more populated area, we should have moved to Seaside. They have more stuff there. Not as much as Bozeman, but enough. More people though means a higher crime rate. That's what I loved about Ocean Shores, there was no crime there. I'd rather live in a town where there is no history of crime and have to travel 20 miles to the best shopping in the area, than live in a town where there is so many people, crowded, and higher incidences of crime. I'm not much liking Olympia. Too many people. That's what I loved about that house we lived in in Ocean Shores. Anna must be a bigger people-person than I thought she was, because she likes cities. I don't. I'd be happy living in an area where my nearest neighbor is miles away. Remoteness is great for me.

*********************************UPDATE***********************************
I just heard back from the person with the beachfront cottage. She admitted to giving me the wrong phone number. UGH!! And by consequence, someone else already stepped in and rented the place. Darn it! I wonder if she gave them the right phone number. Well, it's just a good thing I did not rely so heavily on this lead. When I realized this afternoon that she must have given me the wrong number, I knew then I was screwed! One way or another.

I Never Said This Would Be Easy

I never said finding a place would be a breeze, and in fact it's been very rough. The reason is because I have Vegas and Minnie. Well, I'm going to get Minnie registered as a therapy animal. I did get her because of depression, and having her makes me feel better. Vegas would not really qualify as a therapy animal. He barks way too much! LOL! Well, he's my baby boy. I've had him since he was born. I love him a lot, and I love Minnie too. This past week, getting in touch with the people who have them has been difficult, but at least I found out why. They had doctor's appointments several days last week and the appointments are in Seattle. So they had to drive all that way and by the time they got home, it was late and they were tired. So they could not return my calls. Well, at least I know my babies are taken care of very well. I was feeling down when I could not see them. But I made up for it this weekend, I spent a lot of time with them, and got to hug and kiss them both again. I sure do miss having them with me. But the landlord here will not even entertain the notion of having pets in this house. All because the previous tenants had pets and they messed up the carpet. That is why I sooooooo hate irresponsible people. More than anything!!

Well, either way I am so glad to be away from some of the weirdos back in Bozeman. The only thing I truly feel bad about is my sis living there all by herself without me. Some of the people there have been taking their anger and rage out on her that they feel for me. But Anna, GOD love her, she's not letting it get to her. I'm so proud of her. No one has any right to take any of their frustration out on her. They want to get pissed off, keep it focused on me. But LEAVE ANNA ALONE!!! She didn't do anything to any of you! I have my fun with comments like the one I got on YouTube by one of them. LOL!! That one made my day! Especially the part about eating pussy, and "good riddance dogface!!" LOL!! I had to laugh at those! I like dogs, their faces are adorable. That is also what makes lemurs so cute is their dog-like faces. So being called "dogface" does not bother me in the slightest. If someone wants to insult me by using an animal, they're going to have to do FAR worse than that! And it's not going to be easy. hehehe! :) I've been called it all. A whale, a hog, a pig, a cow, a hippo, a horse, an elephant, even a dog. None of those bother me at all because they are all animals I love, and I find a lot of positive, good things in those animals too. There is only one group of animals that if anyone ever referred to me as them it would really piss me off. And no one would ever guess what they are, because it would be the last group of animals you would expect to be insulting to anyone. But to me, they are. Very much so!

Most of the time, I just laugh at people who try to piss me off, because it's not that easy to piss me off in the first place. Its funny though watching a bunch of butt-hurt people try so hard though. I'd been down though for the most part only because I miss my babies. But seeing them today, I feel so much better. I feel rejuvenated and happy again. Well the people back in the apartments in Bozeman all hate my guts now, but really, I don't even care. I was told about the person who sent the pages from this blog to them, and I know who it was. That is why I won't let any of this get me down or shut me up. I never allow anything that the dirty dozen starts take over any portion of my life. I've come to expect a lot of backlash when it comes to my blog, I've learned to live with it. If I lose friends then oh well! LOL! They were never real friends in the first place. Besides I am not a people-person. Never have been. At least I haven't been since I've been in the third grade. Too bad the dirty dozen didn't reveal my blog to them sooner. Actually, I thought they already knew about my blog! I went into the dog park almost daily saying "I've just been writing about this in my blog". But by the time the dirty dozen had revealed it to them, I was already almost on my way out. So :p Too bad for them. But keep getting me more views! It gets me more money. :) And yes, I am still very comfortable in my position of free speech. Anna is a strong person too, just like me. She's used to crazies. She went to school with a lot of them, as she reminded me of today. Sometimes I wish I was back there with her, because there is safety in numbers. But she assured me I need not worry. Well, if I didn't like her, I wouldn't worry. But I do, so I worry. LOL!

Well, I never said finding a place was going to be easy. I had one in my midst, I told everyone about it. It was a roommate situation, and the guy lived on 10 acres just outside of Port Angeles. When I wrote to him, he sounded like a fun person, had a cute sense of humor. He wanted to meet, so we set up a time and place and were going to meet each other there at a specified time. We made all the arrangements, I was willing to go through with it, all was ready. I was sure we would get along good with each other, but then he dropped a sudden bomb. Apparently, he did not do all the research before contacting me about being a roommate, and I didn't find out until the last minute. He told me that he'd been thinking about it and talking to a friend of his at the police station, and said so many people had been screwed over by roommates. I tried to assure him I had no intention of screwing him over. Then he was like "Yes, one person always ruins it for everyone." Again, blame irresponsible people. This sounded like the perfect setting too! It was remote, and he was hardly ever home. So basically I would have had the place to myself. More or less. And he was fine with me having 2 dogs running around. I told him thanks alot anyways (for ruining my weekend). I told him I understand where he's coming from, but I just wish he had done all that research before contacting me and making the deal. I don't need games played on me now, I need a place to stay. I got no time for games or to deal with people who don't know what they are getting into having a roommate. And I am hardly any trouble at all. I mostly keep to myself. I probably would rarely have ever left the room. Except to put the dogs out, and go walking occasionally.

My time looking for a home was put on hold, because of his offer. So I was very disappointed when he suddenly wrote saying he changed his mind. I don't mind living with my ma and stepfather, but soon they are going to be moving to Reno. I know they are. And I also know damn well that they are going to pick an apartment that does not allow pets. They always do. They are in Reno now looking at places. I know they are going to come back and say they found a place. And without even asking, I know the place they choose is not going to allow pets. I don't think I am going to like Reno one iota more than I liked Montana. One of the reasons I wanted to get away from Montana was because the summers were too hot and the winters were too cold. Reno is no better! I want to say I hope they don't find a place, but that would be selfish of me. I don't want to go there! But that is why I am trying hard to expedite finding a place of my own. And I am trying! If nothing else works, I will live in ma's van with my dogs. LOL! Really, I am serious. It's a big ol' van. Put a matress in the back and I'd be fine. It'll do fine until I can get myself an RV. Then I am really on the road!

HA-HA!

we're soooo happy you're gone!

Thanks! I'm happy to be gone too! :P

You incredibly ugly beast. So happy we are free of your ugliness.

Thanks! You're ugly too! LOL!

You know who this is.

I wasn't sure at first, but thanks for that clue that gave you away. HAHA!! XD

Not even at gunpoint would a man be able to get an erection looking at your horror of a body.

Several men already have. In fact, 3 since I put on weight. It ain't impossible! ;P

Of course, you eat pussy anyway. (This is my favorite comment!)

LOL! And you choke on your dad's dick. ;)

Only a bull dyke would have the facial hair your carry.

And if this is who I think it is, this is the last idiot to talk about someone else having facial hair. LOL!

Now it is time to get your mentally retarded sister out of Montana.

Spoken by someone who barely talks at all. It takes a retard to know a retard. LOL!

It's gonna happen.

Seriously, is this a threat? I recommend my "mentally retarded sister" turn this in to the police. Threatening someone is a crime.

Good riddance, dogface !!

Thank you again, dogs are cute! I don't mind having the face of one. LOL! :P

GOD how I wish I had accepted his comment. But at the time, I did not see the threat to my sister. Otherwise I would have. But if this person wants to piss and moan at me, do it here, on my blog. I accept all comments. I cannot accept anonymous comments, you have to have a google account. But I do accept all comments. hehehe!

Now The Hard Part Begins

Well, I finally found someone who is willing to look after Minnie and Vegas for the next couple of weeks. It was not easy, and in the end, we were grasping at straws. But there is this nice elderly couple that my ma's neighbors know, and they have dogs. Though their's are bigger dogs. One looks like a labrador and the other looks like a mixed breed. I was a bit worried that Minnie and Vegas would not get along, knowing how they sometimes were with other peoples' dogs at the dog park back in Bozeman. Vegas is so damn ornery!! I knew Minnie would not give them any trouble though. What gets me all pissed off was how Nancy let me down. She was supposed to look after my dogs while I am here. But at the last minute, she decided she did not want to look after them. Ma knew Nancy would try something like this. She said Nancy has always been flaky. Shoot I knew that! But Nancy has also always been a great friend, I never thought in a million years she would stiff us like this when I needed someone the most. But all is well now, someone has been found and my babies are safe and sound. The only thing that worries me is that they may love my dogs so much they might not want to give them back. LOL!

Anna will be returning to Montana tomorrow. I really wish she wouldn't! But she likes it there. I sure do hope she finds a new place soon, and gets out of there as quickly as possible. I never want to go back to Montana. Only if that maniac comes to trial, because I did press charges against him. Then I have no choice. I have to go back. But I just hate Montana. Not my kind of place in the first place. I'm barely liking Olympia, but it's by far better than Montana. I'm used to Washington. I'm not used to Montana. There are some things I miss about that place, I was telling ma about Smith's. It's a cool store, and cheap! We don't have Smith's here. That sucks! In some ways, it's better than Walmart. The meat department is better than Walmart's. It's just better in many ways. Though Walmart does have more stuff.

I hope, above all, that I do get my security deposit back. Probably not all of it, but most of it should come back. The one thing they said I needed to do and could not was clean the inside door of the oven. I tried EVERYTHING!! I tried Easy-Off, I tried bleach, I tried elbow-grease, I tried it all. It would not come off for the life of me. The only thing I didn't try was a razor blade because mine was all packed. But I cleaned that place as good as I could. If I don't get it all back, I will understand. But I hope I at least get most of it. I don't think I left the apartment that dirty. But I also know what a sloppy housecleaner I am. Well, Anna's not going to have me around anymore, and there is safety in numbers. I hope she does OK. I know how the people there feel about her, even though she is generally a good person. She does dumb things a lot. I got so pissed off at her today. Because we were packing my things into the storage unit, and I had just gotten finished telling her not to put big, heavy boxes on top of little boxes. And what is the first thing she does? She tried to put a big, bulky box on top of a box only 1/4th the width of the big box. I was mad because I had just told her not to do that no more than 2 minutes before, and she went ahead and tried it anyway. I yelled at her and my father stopped me. I didn't want to stop because Anna is just stuck on the dumb shift today.

I even got pissed off at my father, because he was treating my boxes marked "FRAGILE" like he didn't even care. I have some very expensive pieces in there, and you cannot get some of those anywhere anymore. They were not all even wrapped that good in bubble wrap because Anna did that job, and she did a piss-poor job on it as well. I hope nothing got broken. I could not even check them before I left. That would have taken forever. My father was saying how we did not have time to bitch about my knick-knacks and how fragile they were. But yet, he can stand there and bitch at how much "junk" I have, and go on and on about it too. He took my big box that is clearly marked "FRAGILE" and just slammed it on the floor. He would not even let me tell him to watch out because it was marked "Fragile". He kept coming at me with "SHHHH!!" Made me so mad! If anything is broken, I'll know who to blame and I will make him pay for it.

But dad was not totally disagreeable today, but rush or not, he should have treated my things with a lot more respect. He did pay for the last tank of gas in the truck, which was nice and even bought me a drink. But still I am going to have many sleepless nights here wondering if my knick-knacks are all still in one piece! That's what I am pissed off about. No amount of sweetness is going to replace those if any of them are broken!!

Home Again!

Well, I'm home again, I made it safely home. Before I came home, and actually we had just barely got started loading my truck with my things, Andy DiSanti was in the office and I was getting on the elevator. Well, he was PISSED!!!! LOL! He was holding a copy of my blog and he had this evil, possessed look on his face and asked me "Did you write this?!?!?!!!" I said "Yes I wrote it!" He gnashed his teeth, growled and began bumping my body with his own. YUK!!! And he had some wicked-ass body odor too!! He just basically got up in my face, growling, and bumping at me. I think he was trying to get me to hit him. But I didn't. I let him do all the raging, while I just basically stood there, almost laughing at him. He would walk out of the elevator, then turn and charge at me again. I'd be standing in there thinking "OMG! Here he comes again, hold your nose! Quick!" I'll tell you, he STUNK!!! His smell knocked me out more than anything else could have. He didn't even bump me that hard. But when he tried to grab me, I pushed his hand away and I told him, as seriously as I could, that if he ever puts his hands on me, he was gonna be done for! He gave me one last growl and backed away. LOL! I was surprised that Andy was surprised! He knew I don't like him, and he should know that was his own choice. It's his own fault I don't like him either.

The only things about Andy's little tantrum that bothered me was that he tried to put his hands on me, and most of all, that he STUNK!!! It was almost like the odor was caked onto his body, it was so gross!! I should rename him Andy DiStinky. I just wanted him away from me. I didn't want his smell to rub off on me! As soon as that animal was back in his cage, I was able to resume putting my things in the truck, so I could head on home. Not even Andy and a gallon of sweat from his body was able to ruin my happy day. I continued work with a big grin on my face and a smile in my step. Andy thought he was going to shut me up. He thought he was going to get me to erase everything I wrote about him in my blog here. But he didn't. If anything, he's just given me more power. I have free speech rights, but Andy has NO right to put his hands on me. For that, he will pay. I'm not letting him off the hook at all. Other people might forgive him, but I will not and we have it on film, him going into a rage and putting his hands on my sis. He cannot deny it now. It's been shown to the police. The police are on my side too. I even told them about my blog, and what I said about Andy, and they agree that is free speech.

Funny little tidbit, I was waiting outside some time after, my sis was going to get the car to put my computer in, and I just happened to be reading a sign that was up on the window beside me. Mike came out and saw me distracted by that sign. I think he thought I was crying or bitter or something, I don't know. But I was not feeling either. He looks at me with a bit of a sarcastic smirk, and asked me in a somewhat sarcastic tone "What's the matter?" I looked at him and answered "Not a thing." and smiled at him. The one thing that was most important over all else was I was going home. Nothing else mattered. As long as I did not smell like Andy. Well, that evening, after everything was packed up and into the back of the truck, I parked the truck at Walmart there in Bozeman, and I got a chance to call some family and friends back here at home. I told all of them about the incident with me and Andy. One of my best friends said "You should have kicked his nuts off!" To tell you the truth, that did not even cross my mind, or believe me, Andy would have been floored quickly. But then I don't know, I don't think he would have even felt it, his dick is so tiny. Any man that would even think of striking a woman has got to have a microscopic penis. He did not strike me, but I'm sure he would have.

My ma was the most pissed off. She asked me if I called the police and I told her that I went to the station after I was finished loading, and gave them the video we took. The police know Andy. I cannot discuss his background here, but it is a very interesting background! How he managed to get a place at this apartment complex is beyond my realm of knowledge!! Well, ma wanted me to call 911 because she said she "wants that idiot arrested". You know I think Andy thinks he's a gorilla! He literally acts like one sometimes, and the way he charged at me was like an angry gorilla! But gorillas are cute! Andy is not cute at all. That was the closest I've ever been to him before and he stinks!! Before he walked away, after attacking my sis with the camera, he shouted at us "LOSE SOME WEIGHT!!!" I just laughed at him when he said that. As if my weight has anything to do with his being an asshole. Anna shouted back "YOU go lose some weight!" I said "Yeah, and take a bath, you STINK!!!" I don't think anyone heard me though. I was almost out the door when I said it because we were moving something at the time.

Well, I am so glad to be away from that zoo! Of course not everyone there is bad, I left some friends behind. I miss Karen a lot. I also miss Dianne and Irma, and I do also miss Deb. Not so much her husband though. You know I think he has taken to growling at me too, like a dog. LOL! Lois is borderline, she's generally nice though. I just don't like the double standards there. That was basically what drove me out of there. The thing is, we should never have moved away from Ocean Shores in the first place. Now, Anna's moving back worries me. I know she can take care of herself, but still. Now that I am not there, there may be some reverse animosity aimed towards her. I gave Anna the mace can, and told her to keep it with her. But I want full reports of what is going on there as long as Anna is living there. Now that I know about the kind of people who generally live in subsidized housing, I don't want to live in another one of those kinds of projects. Not unless I can have my own exit, where I can just open the door and let my dogs run out into the yard and let them go to the bathroom that way. I don't want to interact with anyone anymore. Those kind of places are always too full of drama. And I'll be damned if I ever want to see another Kim H. Or Andy D, or any of those kinds of lunatics!!

Free Speech

I thought I should touch up on what I believe freedom of speech is. I am still not uncomfortable in my position on free speech. I did find the post where I actually said Deb is dumb, and it wasn't a quote either. Thank GOD! Took me a while to actually find that post, it was the one where I was talking about how Deb and Mike are always griping, every time they see me, about the fish tank I sold them. I saw how I tried to sugar-coat it as much as I could, I mean, I don't dislike Deb. I know she's pissed now and probably hates my guts, but I did try to be as affable as I could about what I was thinking. I just got tired of how they were always griping about how that tank was killing their fish, and hammering it into my head. I saw that and I was like "Oh that's where she saw it!" I needed a refresher. Well, I said if it bothers her so much, I'll get rid of that piece, and I did. I did not want to hurt Deb's feelings, and I am afraid that is exactly what I did. My guess is she is contacting a lawyer about now. Its her right! But I can also contact a lawyer as well. One who specializes in free speech cases. Maybe I should contact Margie Phelps. LOL! Well, she won it for the Westboro Baptist Church, and they did much worse than I did on this blog.

Deb could also very easily start a blog about me, saying what she thinks of me. And as long as she is truthful, or at the very least speculative, I'd just chalk it all up to freedom of speech. Like she could go online to say:

"Cassandra Rivera is a fat, disgusting pig, I hate to look at her. She probably eats tons of food off the floor of her bathroom. I will be glad when she leaves here!"

Some of that may be true, some may be false, but it is possible for her to say because of free speech. And because we have free speech in this country, she can write it, and I won't press charges because I am such a believer in freedom of speech. It's like if I were to go to a restaurant and have dinner, and I find the food disgusting and distasteful. Then I come home and blog about it saying something to the effect of:

"Mavis' Restaurant serves the suckiest food I ever had the displeasure to try. I'm almost sure the cooks at that restaurant not only spit in the food, they probably take a dump in it too! Never go to Mavis' Restaurant!"

Again, some may be true, some may be false, it is mostly just my opinion, but it's possible to say because of free speech. Now slander is another thing. I have been studying this, can you tell? LOL! Slander would be if I were to say something like this:

"Mavis' restaurant does not put real beef in their burgers. They go to the homes of pet owners and steal their treasured dogs and cats, grind them up and serve them as 100% all-beef burgers."

That statement is totally untrue, and if any missing dog or cat owners near Mavis' Restaurant ever caught wind of that, and believed it was true, they could sue Mavis' Restaurant and have them shut down. Then Mavis' Restaurant could come back to sue me for writing that on my blog. That is slander, in the truest sense. There are some key words there, if you're good you'll know how to spot them. And the statements must be proven to be untrue.

Deb was angry because I said on here she is dumb, well I deleted that portion of the post. Even though I tried to say it as nicely as I could, I realize I hurt Deb's feelings, and I didn't want to do that. She was angry because I said her husband was acting like an asshole when that post was written. Well, he was! Me, my sis and Karen all heard him acting like that. He seems to have mellowed off now, but at the time that post was written, he was very nasty to me and my dogs. Well, I took down that post too, it bothered her so much. But I didn't even use their last name. So really, who is going to know it's them I was talking about? Unless they have relayed the same stories to their friends. I know several couples named Deb and Mike, they are not too uncommon names!

I'll tell you, I wish I could sue everyone that hurt my feelings! LOL! There has been many times that has happened. There has been people who have said things about me that would shame Joan Rivers! Remember McGillicutty? That turned out to be a teenage girl. But she tried to sue me once because I called her a backyard breeder and said that her chihuahuas were not very good quality. Well! It was the truth. Then she started going into the Pluba forum and called me every name in the book, said I was stupid, fat and a freak, stole one of my pictures that was copyrighted and made disparaging remarks about me and Timmy, and posted my address, at that time, and phone number. The only thing she did that I did not approve of was post my copyrighted picture. For that, I could have sued her. Of course back then I didn't know about the law that said it is illegal to post a person's private information (full address, phone number and social security number) without that person's permission. That law went into effect in 2002. I "met" McGillicutty in 2006. I could have sued her for that too.

Hobofart also comes to mind as well. He went around saying things about other people throughout YouTube, stole some other peoples' videos and claimed them for his own, calling other people horrible names, and started rumors about people as well. He never got punished for that, and apparently someone said that he has a barrage of high-priced lawyers that will back up his freedom of speech claim.

It boils down basically to this:
Did I threaten Deb or Mike on this blog? No.
Did I accuse them of doing something morbidly illegal? No.
Did I post their pictures and say something to the effect of "These people eat babies! Don't trust them!"? No, I didn't.
Those are the things that, if I had done them, would get me in serious trouble. So I am comfortable in my position.

Cat's Out of The Bag!

LOL! Well tonight, Deb and her husband came and paid me a visit, a very angry visit. She was PISSED!!! She was holding a copy of this blog in her hand and was threatening a lawsuit. Well, I can tell you she is not the first person who has tried to sue me over something like this, and I bet she won't be the last either. So many people have tried to sue me over freedom of speech. Perhaps I should not mention last names in my blog, but this case reminds me so much of the case between the fallen soldier's father and the Westboro Baptist Church. As grief stricken as the father was, and as much as we would have loved to see him win his case, the WBC has freedom of speech rights, and they won their case. Same with me. People often don't like seeing their names on my blog, but I do have my first ammendment rights. They can take me to court, but it's unlikely in the end they will win. Sorry guys.

Well, Deb said that I called her dumb in this blog. I could not remember calling her that, I do say she is unfair at times, and her ego is inflated since she became the office manager. Sorry, but it's true! But I did not, for the life of me, remember calling her dumb. I figured it was probably me quoting a remark made by someone else. So I looked back. I think the "ego inflation" post was what got her bothered. So, I removed it. She still has a copy though, but that's OK. She can keep it.

I am by no means afraid of getting sued. The only thing that bothers me about this is that I might have to come back to Bozeman, and really I don't want to! Deb and everyone probably hates me by now, but at least most of what I said was the truth, or speculative. None of which is illegal. None of which will (or has ever) held up in a court of law. But if I did appear to call Deb "dumb" and not quote someone else who might have said it, I want to publicly apologize and set it straight. But I cannot apologize for saying she is sometimes unfair. Because that is the truth. The way she approached me about my dogs running from my door to the elevator, I felt really threatened! And there Ziggy is running in the yard with no one controlling him. He does have a leash around his neck, but no one is holding it. Sorry Deb if I said you are dumb, but the "unfair" comment I'm holding on to.

Another thing I won't do, I won't apologize to either Andy nor Kim because I feel my attacks on them on this blog has been completely justified. They attacked us for no reason whatsoever over many months that my sis and I have been here. They can file suit if they want to, I don't care. But they will never get an apology out of me for anything. If it's money they are after, they ain't gonna get any of that out of me either.

Facts about this case: Libel is untrue spoken words, Slander is written untrue words. Convictions that are true or speculative are freedom of speech.

Harmless, Two-Faced Creatures

I don't believe this! Today is our day to do laundry, so my sis was in the laundry room putting our clothes in the washer. Well, she told me Yvette came in, and they were kinda chatting while my sis was putting clothes in the washer. Well, my sis found out she was a quarter short, so Yvette decided to give her a quarter to put in. When my sis told me about this, my jaw dropped, I could not believe it. I was surprised Yvette would even strike up a conversation with my sis, considering the kind of things she and Kim were saying about us in the dog park the other day, how ugly we both are to them, and they are so glad to see me going. LOL! Perhaps Yvette was just an accessory to that crime. But I wouldn't put it past her. Kim has her brainwashed. When my sis and I got off the elevator after coming back from the dog park this morning, Yvette was in the 3rd floor lobby, cleaning. When we stepped out, I saw Yvette there and I started calling her a slut and laughing at her.

Well, I was just giving her a dose of her own medicine. Yvette probably told Deb or Lois what I said, and I will probably catch it from one of them for that. But I don't care. Technically though I am still a tenant here, but not for very long now. Only a couple more days. But that's probably why Yvette was so nice to my sis. As soon as I leave here, I bet anything, she is going to be talking the same shit about my sis as she did the other day in the dog park. I didn't even hear what they were saying, I was too far away from them. But I heard it the next day from someone else. Now, when something goes wrong around here, I say "Kim did it!" or "Kim made me do it!" LOL! But like I said, they're both harmless by themselves. It's when they get together with other people that they say shit. Kim uses people as her security blanket. I find that funny. She does shit to people and then whimpers and whines because they throw her bullshit back into her face. She can dish out the BS, but she cannot handle the heat herself when it comes back to get her. Considering she is an old woman, that is funny!

I told Anna not to get too comfortable with Yvette's sudden stint of generosity and kindness. As soon as I leave here, she'll be back to doing the same shit again. Actually I do hate being so mean to Yvette. I never had a problem with her until Kim became butt-hurt that I wasn't paying any attention to her at the community yard sale. But if Yvette is going to become Kim, she deserves to get the same treatment as Kim does. I'm not interested in anything Kim has to offer, at the yard sale, or ever. But Yvette did have some cute earrings I would have been interested in. I just didn't have the money to get them. I spent only one dollar at that yard sale, and that was it.

Few people paid any attention to me at the yard sale either, but I am not butt-hurt and bitter about it. We didn't have that much stuff available. I figured those who came to the yard sale just were not interested in what we had. It happens. I know what I am looking for when I go to a yard sale. And if I don't see it, I walk on. Simple as that. My ma is a "professional" garage-saler. She knows how to "sniff them out", in a matter of speaking. If she doesn't find what she's looking for, she just moves on. But yes, part of the reason I did not even look at Kim's things is because I know her. I know how she is, she puts things out for sale that are dirty, broken or just don't work. She is the main reason we don't have the freebie table on Friday anymore. Kim is basically the main reason we don't have anything good anymore. Most of the chairs are gone from the dog park, and no one can bring them back because Kim mocked my sis and teased Jim (our maintenance guy) about cleaning the chairs. We also almost did not have a community yard sale this year because again, Kim was being a bitch to everyone at the sale we had last year. So if anything goes wrong in this place, it can be traced back to Kim. Anna, from now on when told of another one of our community benefits being taken away, should just cut through the fat and ask "What has Kim done now?!" LOL!

Going Home

Yes, I am going home! This means I probably won't be online very much for the next month. At long last, I will be going back to the coast. I've been missing it there. But by this time next week, I will be at my ma's. I will try to get back online occasionally whenever I can. It depends on if ma has wi-fi. Kim and Yvette are already happy to see me going. LOL! They told Kathy and Karen "I'll be glad to see them go, they're so ugly, I cannot stand looking at them!" When Karen told me that Yvette and Kim were griping about how ugly they think me and my sis are, I burst out laughing! They're both the last two people who should talk about someone else being ugly. Yvette has a nice face, but she's a fat whore. And Kim is uglier than sin it's self! Besides having a fatter ass than me and my sis put together. LOL! It was kinda like when I was in middle school, and Paul Casler used to say how ugly he thought I was. But if someone could be given the prize for ugliness, Paul C. would have been ahead of me by miles! He had a deformed head and bulging eyes, and every tooth in his mouth was crooked. The only reason I'm ugly is because I am fat. When I was thinner, I always got compliments about how gorgeous I was. But oh well. If Yvette and Kim are going to go around complaining about how ugly they think I am, I'll just laugh at them. It's like the pot calling the kettle black. :) Yesterday Kim and Yvette came into the dog park while my sis and I were still in there. I am sure it was meant to try and give us the high school treatment, but I could not hear a word they said. They were sitting too far away, and I wasn't paying any attention anyway. I was watching the stupid expressions on Kim's face and making fun. I was also watching Kathy's dog Casey, who is cute and funny as all-get-out!

The funny thing about Yvette, she's as old as my ma! Actually she's a year older than my ma. My ma will be 63 this year and Yvette is 64. She has one child, most likely out of wedlock, and probably knew several different "fathers" in it's lifetime. And here is Yvette, acting like an old high school wussy. I say wussy because she did not have the balls to say whatever she had to say about me and my sis to our faces. And Kim hides behind Yvette because she's a coward. If Kim had been on her own, she would not have said anything at all. Personally, if I were Kim (and thank GOD I am not!) I'd choose a different "bodyguard". Yvette is a poor excuse for one. Kim would be better off with PeeWee Herman as her bodyguard than Yvette. Yvette cannot do shit to either me or my sis. Not gonna happen. She's like a kid who acts tough when she is not around her adversaries, but then once faced with the person she is bullshitting, she runs like a sissy. I've seen her do it. Kim is definitely no better. Kim is the queen of cowardice. Not a compliment. Nowhere in history has cowardice ever been rewarded. They only get ballsy when they are around other people. But then that's true for all cowards. They get more audacious when they have their friends backing them up. On their own, they are harmless.

This whole thing adds up to only one thing. I've studied people long enough to believe this is true. Kim is bitter and full of rage because neither I nor my sis even looked at her shit at the community yard sale. Which leads me to believe the only reason Kim participated in that yard sale at all was just to get our attention. I guess she thought if she opened a booth and put out some stuff that my sis and I would pay attention and like her again. And when her little scheme didn't work out, that was when she got bitter and angry. But what Kim didn't count on is that if you mess with me, you get your shit thrown back in your face. In one of her fits of jealousy, Kim tore down a sign I put up in the dog park and put it in the poo-bucket. Deb may be gullible enough to believe Kim didn't do it. But Kim is a liar altogether so I know she did it. Or Yvette did it, and if she did it, Kim was still behind that. Now, Kim has threatened to take down that sign again once I leave here. Then the poo-bucket will just remain unemptied. She's one of the ones who will have to put up with it. I'm not coming back to empty it out. Anna cannot always do it. Kim is so lazy, she makes a slug look ambitious. And she gets fatter every time I see her. She and her dumbshit friend, Yvette, can easily empty that bucket out, they're just too indolent to do so.

As much as I am sure Kim and Yvette cannot wait to see me go, neither one of them is happier than I am to be going home. I am so filled with anxiety, I cannot sleep at night. My heart is pounding in my belly. Sometimes I find myself eating just to relieve that feeling in my belly. Yesterday, I could not stay out of the restroom all morning. Every time I think about going home, I get a feeling in my belly that just feels like knives cutting deep into my belly. It feels so good to be going back home again! Moving here was a big mistake to begin with. But I can finally say I am done with this place! Sometimes I think GOD does not want me to leave. So many things have worked against this move, such as Minnie getting ill. Costed me $75 to get her better. Not that I am griping, Minnie needed to get better. But that cut so deeply into my moving fund, I almost put off moving for another month, and I might have if I hadn't sold my chair. But I did not want it to come down to that. I was going to move home if I had to carry each and every one of my boxes on my back, piggy-back style! I might have been squashed like a bug. LOL! Some of these boxes are pretty heavy. But I am happy to be going home myself. I only wish it was today I was leaving. My ma is overjoyed about me coming to stay with her too. It's only for a couple weeks (hopefully), and I intend to spend all that time searching for a good place. I will be praying to GOD to guide me through this venture. I am sure HE will help me get to a place I need to be at.

As for Kim and Yvette, well, they will soon get what's coming to them. My ma has been alerted to the goings on around here. No, I don't go crying to my mommy! LOL! But she and I have been chatting every night for a while, and I tell her about all that is going on around here. It's all I can really talk about now. But my ma is very offended by this universal resentment towards my sis here. My ma is one person you don't want to piss off. And if you offend me and my sis, you offend my ma. I'm serious, and I've seen this happen over and over again, if you offend my ma, bad things will happen to you. It may take a week, a day, it may take a year or ten years. For some reason, my ma has this curse about her that people who have offended her in the past have had bad things happen to them in consequence. The latest thing was when she worked at the Ramada in Ocean Shores. Before she was let go of that job, they treated her nasty, and the reason they let her go was so frivolous. Well, their biggest contract at that hotel was with the military. The boss there always talked about how he did not want to lose that contract. But within a year of letting my ma go, the military discontinued the contract and the Ramada there lost them. I was like "Wow!" And that was sure not the first incident like that! I've never seen anything like that! And I never really believed it until that incident happened. On top of other incidents my ma told me about. Maybe it's a curse, maybe it's GOD's doing, who knows? But all I know is that it has been consistent for many years. Even happened to my father after they got divorced.

Well, my prayers go out to the people who are (and will be) affected by Hurricane Isaac. It's not as bad as Hurricane Katrina that hit the same area 7 years ago today. But still a hurricane is a hurricane. They do damage. Isaac could be a lot worse. Just stop worshipping panthers and all this will stop! GOD is angry at the world now. The WBC likes to blame gay marriage and acceptance for disasters like Hurricane Katrina. The funny thing is, the area of New Orleans that got the worst destruction from that disaster has the lowest number of gay people per capita. And knowing southerners the way I do, probably no one in that disaster was accepting of gays or gay marriage. But I'll bet you anything the majority of the victims of Hurricane Katrina were panther lovers and possibly fanatics. So once again, the WBC is wrong in their judgements. Like they always are! LOL! Stop putting money into panther charities, stop seeing panther movies, stop worshipping panthers PERIOD!! Get back to the one we should be worshipping in the first place, and that is GOD. All this destruction will stop.

Panther Fanatics Are Going To Hell!

 

Panther fanatics are going to Hell! Now, I am not talking about if you just like panthers, and are OK with those of us who hate them. I'm talking about those who act like they cannot get along in a world that does not have panthers, and hates those of us who hate panthers. I encountered someone like that the other day on one of my videos, and I made a video about them. This person left a comment, but I did not read it, and wound up deleting it. But I went to her channel, and I noticed a lot of people called her "Tiger". So I knew she had to be a panther fanatic. Well, she is a disgusting, Hellbound sinner, who rejects GOD so she can worship panthers. When she dies, Hell will open it's gates wide for her and suck her in.

At the risk of being hated and called a hateful christian, I made this video, somewhat parodying Fred Phelps of the WBC, and making some corrections to his preaching. I truly believe it is panther fanatics that are dooming the world!

LOL! You know a week later and I hear this, I have to laugh myself! I sound just like that dickhead!!

Eat One, Kiss The Other

This is a question most vegans ask those of us who eat meat. Because we can keep dogs and cats as pets and eat pigs, chickens and cows. They ask us how we can love one and not love (thus eat) the other. It's their logic, not mine. LOL! The fact of the matter is, I love them all. It's just that dogs and cats we put higher up above those animals we eat, because they live with us, and especially in my case, they become a part of our family. My dogs are my kids. That's how I look at them. Pigs, cattle, and chickens I don't think of as family. I don't keep them as pets because I consume them. It doesn't mean I don't like them, it just means that to me, eating them will never measure up to what it would feel like eating a dog or cat. If I didn't like pigs, chickens or cattle, believe me, I would not be eating them! I hate spiders, I don't want to see one on my plate! I hate panthers, I shudder to think of one being on my plate. I just don't think of pigs, cattle or chickens the same way I think of dogs and cats. I'm not in Korea or China where they eat dogs and cats and keep chickens, cattle and pigs as pets.

The vegans can think what they want to, but my dogs are my family. I could never see a dog as prey. But I have learned over the years not to get close to cattle or pigs or chickens. The vegans can think that way if they want to, but I won't. No matter what they throw at me, those animals will always be prey animals, meant for consumption. Never to be thought of as "friends" or beings as "sentient" as we are. They won't change that. Nothing will change that! LOL! I could have a heart attack tomorrow and by Friday will be consuming meat again. To me, a meal is just not a meal without meat. And meat tastes good to me. Another thing that pisses the vegans off is that they think it is somewhat psychotic for those of us who eat meat to end a cow's life just for a few minutes of pleasure. Well, it isn't just that "few minutes of pleasure". The nutrients from the cow go back into our bodies, and it nourishes us as well. It's not just a few minutes of pleasure and then all over. When I eat a piece of meat, I'm full for the day. So, it doesn't just last a few minutes.

There are some animals that I just cannot think of as food. I will never eat any primates because I feel that is cannibalism. Even to eat lemurs I would feel that way. I'd never eat dogs because I have dogs in my family. I don't eat cats because some people (including my sis) keeps cats in their family. I'd think any carnivorous animals would be too greasy anyways. Because I keep dogs in my home and some people keep cats in their home, if I were to kill any dog or cat, even accidentally, I'd feel like a murderer. But nobody keeps pigs, chickens or cattle in their home. Unless they are crazy! You cannot even train a pig to use a litterbox. There are also some animals I keep as pets and consider friends that I also eat on. For example, fish. I keep fish (or I did, and I will again) mostly small tropicals. But I would also eat salmon and tuna given the opportunity. I know they are not the same, but they are in the same class of animals. They are all fish. Of course that is a lot like comparing a dog to a cow. Both are mammals, but not in the same family. Not even in the same order.

Well, last night my sis and I played a dirty trick on Kim Hedges. When we went out to the dog park last night to put the dogs out one more time, I was going to pick up the dogs' droppings when I noticed the sign I put up in the park had been put in the poo bucket. I was a little bit angry, because it was my sign, and I was the one who paid to have it laminated so people would be reminded to empty the bucket every now and then. When I saw that my first thought was Kim did it, because she is usually the last one to use the dog park at night before we do before we go to bed. So I took the sign out and I said "Two can play her little game!" So I came back up here, pretending to pick up my garbage to take out to the dumpster, and I went down to Kim's apartment and grabbed one of her decals that she keeps on her door, and I took it downstairs to the dog park. I put it in the poo bucket, smooshed it in good, and left it there, knowing Kim would be the first in there and would see it. I told my sis that if anyone asks her anything, just play dumb.

Well, I saw Kim leave with Yvette around 7AM like they always do, but she came back in around 15 minutes later. Usually she stays out there for 30-40 minutes. She came in early today. LOL! She must have been pissed! Well, I wanted to teach her a lesson about what it feels like to be disrespected. I was mad when I saw my sign was dumped in the poo bucket, a little bit anyway. But then I thought "Well, it's just a sign!" But still, it's the principle! Kim is so disrespectful anyway. I wanted to give her a bit of her own medicine. Well, my sis and I played dumb while at the dog park, and pretended that we did nothing and knew nothing. Apparently the sign was dumped back in the bucket again, even though I know I took it out last night. Kim and Yvette had to have done it! When we got in though, apparently Kim had complained to Deb because Deb cornered us, and asked us if we knew anything about the decal on Kim's door winding up in the poo bucket. Again, we played dumb and said no. At first. Then we got into the elevator, and Karen was with us. She looked at us straight in the eyes and asked "Did you girls do it?" I told Karen I would explain when we got upstairs.

Well, as usual, I hate telling lies. I began to get a nagging feeling in my belly, so I thought I'd better just get back to the office and tell Deb everything that happened. I told her about my sign ending up in the poo bucket and that I did it to teach Kim a lesson. Well, the whole thing was caught on camera, wow! LOL! So Deb said she will find out who put my sign in the poo bucket because that is bullshit. I just could not deny it. I could not "play dumb" because that is just not in my character. I prefer to be whole-heartedly honest and just take my punishment like an adult. Well, Deb found out the culprit was not Kim (it must have been Yvette then) so she told me to get Kim's decal out of the poo bucket and put it back on her door. She said if Kim ever finds out that we did it, we could be sued for destruction of personal property. At first I thought "Let her sue me. She has 2 weeks to do it. Then she'll have to try and find me on the coast." Not only that, but I could also countersue her for slandering me and my sis behind our backs. But then I thought about it, and I was afraid Kim might also try to sue this complex, and I cannot let that happen. Not because of me! So I went and got it out of the poo bucket, cleaned it up just a bit (enough to get most of the particles of crap off) and just put it back on Kim's door. I didn't reveal that I took it off, I just put it back. LOL!

Well, it obviously bothered her that we took it off, and so that is what I wanted. I wanted to piss her off some. My goal was to teach her what it feels like to be disrespected and I guess I did manage that. Of course one incident won't change Kim, I know that. She's never, in her entire life, been taught how to treat people right and she's 51 years old! She does not know right from wrong. She even does shit to people she supposedly respects. Like the woman that gave her Emma. Kim used to talk shit about that woman too, and about Karen too. I'm not the only one she has shat on. But it still felt somewhat good teaching her a bit of a lesson. If she's expecting any form of apology, she's going to have a long wait. I'm not doing it. I won't deny I took the decal off her door, but I won't apologize for doing it. Now, Kim and I are even, and I can start to work on forgiveness. I will never forget what she did to us, but I will try to work on forgiveness. My ma said we have to let it go, otherwise it will eat us up inside. I've forgiven many people before this one, I can do it again. But Kim does not have to know it. I once heard a saying that went "forgiveness is like releasing someone from prison and finding out the prisoner is yourself". After what I did last night, that really fits. I did feel like a prisoner of anger and rage. I need to get over it.