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Archive for July, 2007
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Jul 31st
That’s what my nifty Dragon*Con Countdown yahoo widget says.
End of July, end of an era.
Jul 31st
Well, I sign the lease tomorrow and start moving out. Officially married 26 years and lived together for a couple of years before that.
I’ve packed everything I want to keep in the master bedroom. I’ve packed just about everything in this room. Cleaned out what I want from the closets and the storage. I need to separate out the kitchen, and take apart the entertainment stuff in the living room. I’m disconnecting this computer last. I have no idea after that when I’ll have internet access over there. The rent and deposit is taking most of my check, and I’ll have to pay the electric deposit with Ginnie’s check on Friday. Actually, the deal is if she wants to keep her stupid dog, she has to pay the $350 deposit for him. Things are gonna be tight.
(pssts, if anyone wants to contribute to the Debbie’s starting over fund, I accept paypal)
So he comes home from work a bit early today, to change before his class. So there was yet another “conversation” about what I’m planning and what he’s gonna do. So I’ve printed out calendars until the end of the year pointing out what bills are automatic deductions, what he’ll have to write checks for, and how much. Maybe I should have printed out how often he should wipe his own ass? This is exactly what I want to get away from! I’m trying to be nice and civil but I’ve been trying to teach him this shit for years and he didn’t care to pay attention. Now I’m supposed to feel sorry for a 50 year old man who doesn’t know how to keep a checkbook?
Shit. And I overheard his chat with one of his sisters about how I’m not going to be able to make it on my own and will come crawling back.
Evo Terra
Jul 31st
Because the only email addresses I have for you are with an organization you are no longer affiliated with:
To order the firefly decal I have on my car go to http://www.texasartcat.com/bluesun.html
Have a ball, baby!
Don't tell anyone
Jul 30th
I’m babysitting today. Both Kira and Sarah, so Casey and his buddies can move to a new house. Seriously a new house, but its in Queen Creek. For those of you not aware, that BFE from here. 20 miles out in the desert, a land-o-nowhere that happens to be the fastest growing (houses on top of houses with no support structure like cops or firemen or schools) area in AZ.
Anyway, some friend is rent-to-owning them a big house AND taking Casey on to teach him the HVAC trade. Perfect. So I’m babysitting to keep the kids out of the way and he’ll help me move later this week.
I’ll be able to sign the lease on my new apartment on Wednesday. I already requested the electricity and water turn-on for Thursday (hoping against hope that the electric company doesn’t ream me for the entire security deposit or we don’t eat all month) and we can start moving stuff then. We went back this morning so Ginnie could see the place and she’s all excited, too. Bigger than I thought. And it’s all brand new – which I didn’t notice the first time. The place has never been lived in.
So email me if you want my new address. spellwight at cox.net
Boy am I glad today is over
Jul 29th
The longest day of the year.
Trying to pack stuff to move away from my husband while he woefully watches. I feel I can’t be excited about a new life until I’ve actually left the old one. Guilt?
I’ve managed to pack almost everything in this room and Ginnie’s working on her stuff. All I have left in the master bedroom is clothes. The kitchen will be the big problem. How to split everything.
One minute he’s asking what I plan on taking, and the next he’s talking about dumping everything and moving back to Michigan with his family. Who have been on the phone all day. Several different reactions there, I tell you.
I’m really trying to be fair about splitting things, but if he’s just gonna dump it all I’ll take it. Except those nasty couches.
Dude, make a plan! We’ve been discussing this shit for WEEKS. Ignoring it and me won’t resolve anything.
Shorthand
Jul 29th
Saturday:
Breakfast
Shower
Shaved
Dressed
Gone – Quest for my drink flavor, no such luck – stuck with Watermelon.
Eliza aka machinegirl
McDonald’s – hello kitty happy meal toys
Studio – Tee! I love Tee.
Waited, recorded, hung out, left early.
Eliza home
Casey’s – long story later
Ginnie’s work for dinner
Home
Announcement to Buck – FIGHT
Escape to meet up with friends – surprise!
Nice time
A little travel. Moving boxes.
Home.
Avoidance.
Sleep.
Phone call.
1:30am – Waiting to find out if the cops are going to call me. Ginnie called on her cell, said they got pulled over coming back from the desert and cops are calling parents about breaking curfew. If curfew breaking is the cops only problem they should just chill out. IF there’s more to the story, all hell’s gonna break loose.
The roads are even more dangerous than we thought.
Jul 28th
I just happened to catch this song on Buck’s radio the other day. I don’t normally listen to country music because so much of it is whining (or whinging for UKers) but I didn’t feel like fiddling with his stations so . . .
Have you ever listened to the words to Carrie Underwood’s whiny hit Jesus take the Wheel?
Holy Crap!
Jul 27th
Two news helicopters collided a few hours ago. 12:45? As you look at this coverage, the VA hospital is in the lower left corner and you can see the driveway we pulled out of at approximately 12:30 today.
Damn.
Later . . . I don’t understand how they can charge the guy the cops were chasing for the deaths of the news chopper people. I see where the “bad guy” would be responsible for cop’s deaths, but news people in helicopters? Isn’t that a different elephant?
Holy Crap!
Jul 27th
Two news helicopters collided a few hours ago. 12:45? As you look at this coverage, the VA hospital is in the lower left corner and you can see the driveway we pulled out of at approximately 12:30 today.
Damn.
