Why you mad bro?

Hello Dearies....

I just got back from the courthouse. I went to put a restraining order against Drunken Neighbor. Guess what's not open on President's day?

To make this trip, I had to make a call I DID NOT want to make. I called the female Parental Figure and asked for a ride.

I rarely ask the Parental Figures for anything. I talk to them once a week on Saturday to make sure they are picking up the Fruitians for church. I do call now and then to ask about the male Parental Figure. Those of you who know my family, know he's in poor health. Normally when I DO call, I call his number.

For a former phone operator the female Parental Figure has horrid phone skills. She has worse people skills.

For almost 5 years now the female Parental Figure has been bitching at me about "living in sin". There was over 6 years of the same crap when I was living with Fatass. So I assumed that she'd be happy about me and Chief getting married....wrong. No emotion at all. No congrats, no I'm happy for you not even an 'about damn time'. Nothing. When I told her I was getting married, there was nothing. She didn't say a word. She just sat there with the phone to her ear.

I honestly don't understand. Both Parental Figures like Chief.

Today when I told her about some of the plans, but again there wasn't much. All she asked was if you could buy red velvet cake mix.

I know I shouldn't be surprised. This is the same woman I grew up with. But it still hurt my feelings. MiL is super excited. Her and I talk about the plans all the time. But nothing, not one emotion from my female Parental Figure.

And people wonder why Chief calls me "The only living heart donor"

When you're ugly....

Hello Dearies....

When I got my taxes in, I ordered a bunch of the stuff for the wedding. I also ordered a portable washer and dryer. I'm tired of walking down the steps, around the building and down more steps to do laundry. I haven't been doing as much laundry as I should.

The UPS lady is PISSED at me. The washer, dryer and 2 other heavy boxes came in the same day. Chief had to go downstairs and help her bring up the dryer.

When I got home from work, I set them both up. I was very excited. No more trips up and down the steps.

One of the boxes that came in was the candle making kit I ordered. I got to try it out last night and made candles for Chatty. (yesterday was her 18th birthday) 

I was also able to go get Chief his glasses and my contacts.

Out of everything I ordered, the best was our wedding rings! I ordered Tungsten rings. I'm too hard on gold rings. I've bent my engagement ring.

Today was my day off. I've done well over a dozen loads of laundry. (Told you I haven't been doing it as often as I should) I washed our big blanket in the washer I was renting, because it won't fit in the tiny little new one. That washer will go back tomorrow.

I have to have a window cracked to use the dryer. If not then the humidity level gets crazy. 

Me running in and out of the Hut caused another problem. Insane Neighbor is drunk and being a dick. He's been slamming his door and banging on the wall. 

He came out his door and mouthed something earlier. This last time I went out I was smart. I took the phone with me. As I walked by, he came out the door and started to yell at me....again. 

When I call him insane, I'm not being dramatic. The man has stolen my chair, broke into my storage unit (to put the chair in it), screamed at me for the kids leaving for school so early in the morning, and the best yet....he yelled at me one day about Chief using a cane to walk. Really? Are you fucking kidding me? You're bitching about a man who has to use a cane?

On my last trip outside I was prepared. I took the house phone with me. When I got to the steps he came outside and started yelling. I loudly informed him that I had dialed 91 and if he cussed at me I would dial the last 1 and report him for harassment. Then the idiot followed me down the stairs. I used my cell to call Chief and tell him what was going on. On my way upstairs Insane Neighbor came out of another apartment, pointed at me and started to say something. I told him to leave me alone and came inside. 

Right now he's randomly slamming his door and banging on the wall. (sigh)

I'll give him a few more minutes before I have to go to bed.

If you can't handle the noise of someone walking then you really shouldn't be living in an apartment complex. 

Share and share alike...

Hello Dearies....

When we were little, our parents always told us to share. My parents wouldn't let me run around the house shrieking "MINE". Whatever it was that I thought was mine was taken away and I was made to share. 

Then you move in with your significant other and you learn to share even more things. You share your home, bed, food, drinks....the list goes on and on. But there are just somethings you NEVER share....ever!

For instance....you don't share your toothbrush. Really? That's just nasty. Another big one is you never, ever, ever, ever use your SO's scrubbie! 

A while back I had gotten myself a fluffy white scrubbie. What most people call a bath poof. 

It's mine. I use it daily. Why? Because it's mine!

I found out that Mace had been using my scrubbie.  While I love Mace and want to spend the rest of my life with the man, this was almost a deal breaker. Not really but still. (It's mine!) 

Because I love my sweetie, I didn't run shrieking  through the Hut. I went to Wal Hell and bought the biggest, ugliest, pink, fluffy bath scrubbie I could find. Take that scrubbie stealer.  

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go nurse the cold that Mace gave me. Another one of those things you should never, ever, ever share....sigh.

Why children and puppies are cute....

Good evening Dearies....


I'm very much an animal person. When I met Mace, I was well on my way of becoming an animal hoarder. I had cats, dogs, ferrets, rats, birds, a snake and a scorpion. Yeah, yeah I know. Way too damn many animals. I did take care of and play with all my animals. Ok, not the scorpion so much, but he was well fed.

Ever since I've been on my own, I've had a dog. It didn't feel right not having a dog. Living in a small apartment limited the size and breed of dog we could have. The cats haven't been a problem here. They're happy. But, I wanted a dog....a very small dog.

I hate puppies. Oh, they're cute and fun. I just don't have the patience to train one, or deal with the chewing on EVERYTHING! 

I found the perfect dog a couple of weeks ago. I small Dachshund named Tink. She's very small, fixed, and best of all.....she's 2 years old.

Once I saved up the money, I called Tink's owner. Tink was delivered yesterday while I was at work. Isn't she adorable? Tink is very sweet for the most part. She hasn't gotten the concept of letting the kids touch me when she's in my lap. She gets along with the cats for the most part. It took getting her ass whooped by Scarface.

Yesterday was very eventful. I ended up having a short day at work due to the fight between Tink and Scarface. I came home and bonded with my newest "baby". The Boy and Chatty came over for a while. The Boy and I split pizza costs for dinner. I spent my dinner fighting off a very excited dog.

After dinner I told Midget to go downstairs and get the basket of towels so she could take her shower. 

After her shower, I noticed it was getting chilly in here. I turned up the heat....nothing. I turned it up a little more....nothing. I turned the damn thing up as high as it'd go....nothing. WTF? The furnace wouldn't kick on.

Mace said he'd call the landlady today. So we snuggled under a mountain of blankets. By this morning I was freezing! It was 55 in here. I took my shower and got the kids up for school.

I went downstairs to check out the furnace. I read the directions.... they were no help. There's a switch on the side. I flicked it up and down....nothing. Read a little more. Flicked the switch up and down again. I heard a click! I flicked the switch up again and....WOOT the furnace came to life. I came back upstairs to a VERY happy Mace.

My darling little angel Midget and flipped the switch off last night when she was getting the towels.

See Dearies....this is why puppies and children are born so cute....so we don't eat them!  

Shhh! Spoilers!

Hello dearies....

It's been a minute since I sat down to write to you. So much has been going on! Some of you know my secret. Others are about to find out.

A while back Mace and I had some problems. They came to head on the 11th. I asked Mace to move out. I spent the weekend miserable. 

We talked all weekend. Monday he came over to have dinner with me and the Fruitians. 

I realized something that evening....Mace is the love of my life. He is my missing puzzle piece. 

I also realized I still wanted to spend the rest of my life with this amazing man!

So early this summer I'll become Mrs Mace! 

I've started with the plans. So far everything is looking good. 

But, for now, I'm Pinterested out and I'm wanting to watch zombie heads fly. Hello Woody Harrelson!

Say what you want....

Hello Dearies....

So most of you know by now that Mace moved out this weekend. I was so heartbroken. I honestly thought I was going to lose him. Other then losing my kids, losing Mace would have been the hardest thing for me to go through.

We have been talking via text, messenger, and phone for the past 3 days. 

While my brain was screaming me to run, my heart was screaming just a loud for me to forgive him. 

We've been talking about starting from the beginning. We (I) thought it'd be a good idea to start dating. He'd come pick me up and we'd go do whatever.

Tonight was our first "date". I invited Mace over for dinner. Pretty normal for a date, right? But there was a problem....

I came out of the shower and heard him talking to the Boy. At the sound of his voice the butterflies started doing Gangam style in my belly. I got dressed and walked in the living room and the butterflies almost turned to nausea. I didn't understand what was wrong. Why was I so worried about him being here? Then he came in the kitchen, put his arms around me and kissed me. By the time we were done kissing I was smiling.

I came to a very hard decision. After the Boy left and I had dinner warming I sat Mace on the bed with me. I looked him in the eye and told him to go get his shit! I had, had enough! 

I love Mace. There was never any question there. I've always loved Mace. From the first time he walked through my door, I knew I was hopelessly in love with him. It's always been Mace. There has never been any man to ever make me feel like he does. 

Say what you will. Call me an idiot or a coward (I am), but the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, the man I love with every fiber of my being is at his mother's grabbing what little of his stuff he took and making his way back to me. 

Back where he has always belonged....with me!

How my world came crashing to an abrupt halt....

Hello Dearies....

This post will be the hardest post I've ever had to make. I lost so much in the past 2 days my head is spinning.

I lost the love of my life, my best friend, the one person that "got" me. Today I lost Mace (formerly known as Chief).

I tell you a lot, but I never spill everything. And I haven't told you about what's been really going on. And I'm not going to right now.

Last night I asked Mace to leave. Today he called his mother and left with his medicine, computer and a tote of his clothes.

I've spent the better part of the day trying to keep busy and keep my mind off of things. But after only getting 2-3 hours of sleep last night and the mad dash cleaning I did today I'm worn out. 

I'm tired and and I'm scared. 

I'm scared of being alone. I've never spent the night alone in this apartment. 

I'm scared of laying down in that big empty bed.

I'm scared I'm going to start crying again.

And most of all....I'm scared I lost the love of my life forever.