The Last Straw

What is the last straw for one? In my case, it is when someone goes through your underwear drawer because he wanted to know what you were looking at in your drawer! (For your information, a missing blue sock) which is precisely none of his business! At any rate, I will be leaving here next week -- will keep you updated on further developments as they happen!

It's Deja Vu all Over again.

He's at it again, first it was going everywhere with me, now it's the regimen again -- telling me when to get up, etc.

I can only see one way out of this and that is to take Walen for a walk and never return, leave here with just the clothes on my back. I will do that whenever my tax return comes or at the latest, my 60th birthday --- I refuse to live anymore time being bossed around, or being told I am too old, etc!

Repeat of Yesterday

Once again, Nick is trying to drive me crazy with his "I don't remember saying that." When we got the phone installed he told me I wasn't to give my son the number, which is why I got a cell phone, so I could give my number to whoever I please!

So yesterday, when I got a text message from James, he started yelling at me about having given that number out! I told him off at that point and he claims he never said James couldn't have the phone number and to go ahead and give him our home phone.

And why would I do that? I can't hear on his 99 cent store cheapy phone anyway, my cell phone has the earphone and mike and I can talk and hear on it!!!!

See why I hate him?

He's At It Again

I swear Nick just cannot refrain from trying to cause trouble!! He just informed me that Kathy told him to tell me that she will gladly provide a home for Marcy, but I am not to expect her to provide a home for me!

And I didn't expect her too -- I already have my plans made for when he passes away and they don't include living with either of my children!

And if the truth be known, I would rather have lived in a tent in the park than have imposed on my son!! That was totally Nicks idea -- he can't take a little hardship!

James, that phone number is for you to call me if you need to talk or anything else you might need.

I got my doll patterns but can't do anything till I hit Wal-Mart and get some baby yarn of the right thinness.

One thing I hate living with Nick is his inability to let me out of the house without his inviting himself along. I would like to walk around Big Lots without being hurried!

Tell the girls Grandma says I love you and I miss seeing them.

Take Note of a Phone Number Just for Me

Been a busy day -- got my haircut and as they say "Once a Marine, always a Marine" and I have a boot camp haircut to prove it!!!!

My personal cell phone is up and running 909-648-4608.

I ordered several patterns for the little dolls so I can make them some new clothes, my other pattern book had been destroyed by the rain.

Have some cookbooks on order to replace the ones destroyed by the rain.

Next time, I will concentrate on replacing the patterns for the My Child doll -- she takes the older Cabbage Patch ones and I know where to order those from.

Other than the above, there is no news to report.

Well, i have to set the computer down and eat my orange.

Easter Sunday

I had wanted to go to Kathy's brunch-- but my stomach went on the fritz again! And I can't hear that well anymore, so I really am afraid of groups anymore. I wanted to go to see Thalia and Natalie, as I miss them a lot.

Yesterday, Kathy and her friends brought over furniture. Last night for the first time in a long time, I got a full nights sleep That bed is so nice!

I have some things to say, that I don't want anyone telling Nick at present.

I am planning to leave him soon, as this life is WV all over again. He always has to drag me where he is going, but if I want to go anywhere, I get the third degree or he has to go with me! And I am tired of being kept broke by his not being able to manage his money. I have 35 cents left, and yesterday he wanted to know if I had any change left. I lied and said no.

First, I need to get Walens service dog vest so he can go everywhere with me -- I refuse to part with him since I have lost all my other pets.

Then I need to get a cell phone of my own to have a private phone number he can't monitor.

And I need to get a private mail box for my pay and bank statements.

I must get from his files, my social security card, and the doctors certificate saying I need Walen.

And I can't find Walen's shot record so I need to get that so I can get his rabies tag.

I figure this will take me all of April, so I should be out of her before my 60th birthday. I am tired of his not being able to support my dreams. He laughs at my wanting to travel, telling me I am too old for that nonsense.


I will do as I promised and be with him so he won't die alone -- I just can't live with him anymore.

Life in a Van

We just got hit with a fifty dollar rent raise effective in June -- one more raise like that and we will be doing what I want. I want to get a conversion van and live in it, travel a bit. Nick had better get with my program or get left.

Got my bank account set up and mailed my direct deposit form back today hopefully it will go into the CA bank next month and I can close the WV one out.

And I think I know how to keep Nick from raiding my money when he overspends his. When I do my budget envelopes I will add an extra twenty into each one of them, and when he asks if I have anything left, nope. What does he think I am -- the National Bank of Sandy? He gets one and a half times what I get and can't manage!

Been surprising to note theat Waylon is actually housebroken and can tell you when he wants to go out. he does a little exercise program, then comes to you and puts his feet on you. Out mamma, out.

He's been having a field day with the balcony which he now regards as his fenced in yard. He gallops up and down barking at miscreants (bicyclists, scooters, and running screeching children.) All of those are forbidden in our lease by the way.

I am going to have to get a voice recognition program I can barely type anymore with these arthritic fingers.