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Stuff and nonsense
Jun 29th
I forgot this. I shared my Lucky Charms with Kira last weekend and the goofy kid prefers the cereal over the marshmallows. She’s young yet.
I got my first DVD review up on Slice of SciFi. Thanks Summer and Sam. Now I just have to do another!
Haven’t heard from Max in a while. That’s bugging me.
Buck’s still here. We’re like ships passing in the night. We have conversations but I’m still sleeping in here. We can’t afford to separate, and for now its just too much effort. I just don’t care anymore. Roommates. He’s doing his court mandated AA classes, though he really doesn’t have a drinking problem. He just screwed up and got caught.
I’m supposed to babysit tonight, but Casey’s plans change more often than his underwear. I need to go now and get the tags for my car, pay the car payments, and take some breakfast up to Ginnie at work. The food where she’s at is nasty, but the service is great. 
What is this, round 6?
Jun 12th
So we had another “discussion” last night. Jesus H. We keep going over the same ground. No, we can’t communicate. No, I don’t want you to touch me. No, I don’t want to be married anymore. Yes, its all my fault we sold the house. Yes, its all my fault I spend every waking moment on the computer. Yes, its all my fault I have new friends that actually talk to me about things that interest me. No, I never said you couldn’t go play pool, I said you couldn’t drink and go play pool. Get over it jail boy.
He even made a snide comment “maybe I should die so you can wear a bracelet with MY name on it.” Asshole.
So I told him I was looking for an apartment and he told me to stay here and he would go and went in and threw some stuff in paper sacks. Then he comes back out and starts the entire conversation over again. We hashed over the lease, the car payments, that he started direct deposit and I never got him an ATM card (oh excuse me, I told you you had to get one yourself, they won’t give me one FOR you) and we should just live separate in this house.
I told him I would be looking at apartments.
We just keep hashing over the same shit. Its ridiculous. I don’t want to be mean, I’m trying to remain civil but its all too late. Yes, for the last few weeks he’s been trying. I don’t discount that, but it IS too little too late. I need some time alone. I need to be my own person instead of always being on the edge of yet another useless “discussion.”
So I made up the futon and slept in here last night. I have no idea what went on on the other side of the door last night after I got fed up. I don’t care anymore. Fuck the whole thing. I’m hoping he finds someplace to go today.
Something to think about.
May 31st
How do you know when its the last time you’re gonna have sex?
Its a real drag. I can’t remember the last time I . . . we had sex of any sort. Had I known it was going to be the last one, I would have paid more attention, I suppose. We went from a pretty decent amount for a middle-aged couple to a dead stop due to that huge problem we have. He ain’t getting any from me as long as I’m fairly certain he’s been getting it elsewhere, too. Of course, that means I ain’t getting any either.
Oh sure, there’s alone time. Thanks to certain recent additions to my *ahem* tool drawer I’m not completely lost, but there’s nothing like the real thing. Should I use the real thing as long as I’m stuck here living with it or should I stick to my guns?
Today in (my) history
May 26th
Got up at before dawn to get Buck to the Jail in Phoenix by 7:00 am. Picked up Sky and had McDonald’s breakfast. Picked up Kira from their friend’s house. Yard sailed a bit – didn’t find too many out there today. Came home and napped and played with Kira then Casey showed up and we went to the pool.
I’ve added three pool pics to my flickr.
Came home, went out for pizza and now they’re catching up on Heroes episodes they’ve missed.
Thoisdee
May 17th
Let’s see . . . what’s new today.
Buck’s current employer gave him a raise of 10k a year effective immediately, so he’s not changing jobs after all. But he came home last night and had a big ole drink and wanted to go out to play pool and when I got pissed he got mad at me. But he didn’t go so oh well. Hey dumbass, why are you spending a night in jail next weekend? Duh!
Ginnie is sick but because of a long-time family rule she’s going to school anyway. The rule? If you’re too sick to go to school, you’re too sick to do anything else, for the entire day. Means no boyfriend, no going out, nothing. And she’s at her limit for missing 1st hour so she has to go at least for that. School sez, if you’re late without excuse you go to a special hell study hall and I don’t excuse her for moving slowly. We’ll see if she makes it through the day.
I spoil everyone’s fun. Dems the rules.
American Idol spoiler cut because someone bitched when I didn’t cut
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May 16th
Stupid spam title of the day.
As of this morning, Buck had decided to forgo the offer from the Big O guy and keep the status quo with the expectation that by September things will be looking up.
As of lunchtime (when we stopped by said Big O to inform the guy) Buck has decided to accept the offer because of the guaranteed income.
And they say women are flighty.
Max called this morning. He’s peachy but the connection was so lousy we gave up pretty quickly.
I happened to drive past our old house this morning and wow! Over the last year she’s gutted and re-did the kitchen and family room, completely re-surfaced the pool and had some minor landscaping done in the front. Put up a block fence, um new roof, etc. NOW, she’s building a garage on the end which means old carport will become part of the house, maybe an even bigger family room? I’d be surprised if the whole thing doesn’t fall down. Apparently she’s hiring crap contractors.
I’ve been listening to George Hrab’s podcast because my friends love him, but I’ve decided I find him a bit too abrasive and annoying. The skits? Grandma and the idiot that makes no sense are just annoying and the religious moron of the week thing – while I’m atheist and tend to agree with some of his points – is really just too intolerant for me. Someone let me know if he tones it down a bit and maybe I’ll give it another chance.
Compromise
May 11th
Based on an empty bank account.
I can’t go anywhere. I have no money until the first of the month. 98% of his paycheck today went to the rent so we had a conversation yesterday. Not ultimatums, just important points of interest.
1. I won’t tolerate the giant economy sized drinks every day. He has no clue how he is when he’s drunk been drinking. He thinks he’s all suave and cute and really he’s rough and sloppy. And no driving after drinking, period. He’s in enough shit over that already without taking the chance of making matters worse or even killing someone.
2. No more lying or prevaricating or half-truths about where he goes. He’s a grown man and I don’t need to low-jack him, but at this point in time I’m too suspicious for him to have normal grownup freedoms. He needs to accept the fact that I don’t trust him and make some effort to assuage that mistrust instead of telling me I’m full of shit.
3. He needs to put more cash in the family pot. As of today, his paycheck is direct deposit and he’ll pull from that for spending cash instead of just handing me what he feels like at the time.
It sounds like I’m all bitchy and he’s being put on a leash but tough shit. We’ll see what happens now.
I did it.
May 9th
I told him when he came home last night that I couldn’t do this shit anymore. He told me he was at Kolby’s but there wasn’t any action so he went up to Scottsdale. Whatever. I told him I couldn’t handle the stress anymore, the not knowing, that I didn’t like what it was doing to me . . . and he fell asleep.
Teeny Tiny Update
May 8th
He left at 7:40, “going to Kolby’s” to play pool.
I got there at 8:50 and he wasn’t there, again.
I’m home now and he’s not.
Ongoing Saga of Buck being STUPID.
May 3rd
I posted this back on December 30th:
“For the low, low, low price of $3900 down and $500 a month, we can retain an attorney to fight for Buck to NOT get fined $2100, spend one night in jail and attend some classes and pee in a cup every so often. I say its cheaper to plead guilty to the goddamn misdemeanor and take your lumps (because shit, you were drinking and driving, dumbass) and he wants to go deeper in debt to try to get out of it.”
And after many, many, many continuances:
Today he pleads guilty instead of going to trial. He gets one night in jail and has to attend a DUI class and pee in a cup regularly and pay fines and court costs of $1,671.19. Plus he has to pay $55 each time he pees for them.
Lets do the math.
We’re paying over $7,000 for a lawyer so he can save $400 in fines. Don’t even talk to me you fucking moron.
