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Thank You For the Support
I want to thank everyone for the encouragement by comments. 
I can’t even being to start returning all those comments, but I will if you’re still around on Monday. Everyone who has stopped by here in the past couple of days is welcome back here at any time.
There’s some slowness to my page for two reasons. One, I was linked by a high traffic site where everyone is looking around and leaving comments. Two, I was linked by a high traffic site where people may or may not be looking around and/or leaving comments. TWOpointFIVE is I’m on the same cloud has Wil Wheaton and, well, it’s not big enough for the both of us.
I spent a good part of the day crying from the pain in my back and from the fact that I have no medication for it. My pain doctor gave me a medicine that I have a bad reaction to, but I took it anyway because I wanted rid of the pain. The pain stops me from bending, reaching, getting in and out of bed, getting dressed, eating, feeding my little ones, writing, doing pretty much anything that doesn’t involve laying in bed watching TV or listening to my iPhone. Dennis has been a pretty good trooper through out all of this, even though I know that it pisses him off when I cry. No, I don’t know why that is. I feel that after the past few days, I deserve to cry a little.
So, leave me oodles and oodles of comments! I love em’! I’ll be checking back after I finish helping grade the finals. They started today and will go through 11pm on Tuesday, and then it’s Christmas break for me! Woo Hoo! *does Homer Simpson dance!*
The Return of Cloudzangel aka Megan Lewis
Remember Megan Lewis, the serial faker from a town over from me? She’s back bothering me again. This time she’s been sending fuck me! and like wut u c links to Dennis, trying to strike up a cyber affair with him, or something, totally oblivious to the fact that I monitor all email that comes in and can intercept her little love notes to him. This also includes the slutty little emails that she sends him in the middle of the night telling him that he should “drug the shit outta” me, and meet her at some sleazy bar downtown. Shouldn’t she be trolling religion boards that have nothing to do with her? Or spending time with her “boyfriend” whose daughter is older than her? Or making out with her boyfriend’s daughter?
C’mon Megan! Just because I prevented you from committing fraud on desperate men on the internet doesn’t mean that I’m the bad guy! Aren’t you a good Christian girl who shouldn’t be committing fraud online anyway? For someone who is a good Christian girl, you shouldn’t be trying to seduce some one else’s husband, either, even if you’re just doing it to put a snag in my relationship over the fact that I ruined your little online scams. And yes, if I find any more of Megan Lewis’ scams online, I’m going to call her out. She’s supposed to be this superior person who doesn’t dabble in sinful things such as Muslim religion, so why does she find it okay to make fake websites with the sole purpose of defrauding people online?Complete with stolen photos, nevertheless.
For the record, when I confronted Megan about the emails and profiles, she gave me this huge lie that Dennis had been meeting up with her and screwing her brains out all month long, and not on the road making money; funny, cuz I saw many of his shows, live, on TV throughout the entire month. Who should I believe here? The TV, which has never maliciously mislead me? Or a pathological liar who makes fake websites to steal other people’s money? What a tough choice!
Just Another Update
The Big Apple.
I never thought I would be back here so … soon. That’s a little misunderstanding since I was here back in December, but James and I have not spoken much since January. I looked forward to seeing him again. The entire trip here, I got stuck next to my brother-in-law, who bragged about being back with his psycho ex. AKA: The woman who wanted to put his dying son in a nursing home because she was oh-so-scared that the kid was getting attention that she deserved. When Billy didn’t fall for that, the bitch wanted the kid killed. Or for the cancer to hurry up. Whatever was good for him. When Billy told me this as we were in the air, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. For five years I had to put up with this woman and her lies about Don Henley, her lies about friends being murdered every day at concerts and how this was Billy’s fault and he should pay the damages, how she had abortions at age seven, how this and that had happened to her, and that we should take pity on her and send her money and expensive gifts. Yeah, that cow ran dry a long time ago, and I’m not in the mood to go back to being bothered by her anytime soon. I made small talk with Billy and answered his questions with as little effort as possible. When the plane landed, I hurried up to my friend James and asked if we could go somewhere, leaving Billy still on the plane for the time being. I grabbed the first suitcase and back pack that even resembled mine (luckily, I was the only one traveling with a black, silver-star-studded back pack and suitcase), and hurried James to his car. I’m sure the airport people wondered if I was hiding something. Nope. Just wanted to get away from someone, before things got worse.
I’m not sure how Billy can just take back his ex after all the trouble she caused this family. She is the reason Billy and his brother don’t talk anymore, after twenty-eight years of having a wonderful relationship. I told Billy a long time ago, if he got mixed up with her again, to forget me. I am not going to put up with her interference in my life again, and he had to make a decision: Me or her. It’s apparent that he has chosen her, so I am going to avoid him this entire trip.
I begged James to let me stay with him. I cannot be in the same hotel as Billy, knowing what he has been up to. I did ask how long this has been going on, and he said over a month. Ok. You know what? I give up. He can have her and her lies and her drama. I’m through with living like that anymore. I don’t want to expose my family to that. It’s bad enough what went on all that time ago. I won’t make that mistake again. He’s tried to reassure me that she has changed. Um, how many other times did she “change” only for the same thing to happen again and again? I’m still at that point where I don’t believe she has cancer, nor do I believe that because I wouldn’t spend copious amounts of money on her, that I cost her her job. I have gone through stacks and stacks of emails, many dating back to 2002, and I cannot see where I have ever promised her anything, other than friendship.
Not to mention that I am suspicious of her. Every time we talked, she wanted photos of me. Why? I’m not sure. It was suspicious because my stalker at the time swore he was going to get photos of me, even if he had to pay someone to do so. Which freaked me out, to say the least.
Enough of that.
Yesterday was a good day, incase you missed it on Twitter. Here’s a good list of five things that happened yesterday:
#5: ALL of my paperwork is caught up for work! WOOHOO!
#4: In 12 hours I will be in Manhattan! *winkwinknudgenudge* *heknowswhoiamtalkingabout*! (Actually, he’s drunk and passed out … for now!
#3: I fixed my SuperDrive, so I was able to burn my digital copy of 1986′s Trick or Treat to DVD to watch tonight! Been waiting to see that! (it was quite disappointing, although I needed the distraction on the plane to get my mind off of Billy and his bullshittery)
#2: I got a HDMI cable for the DVD burner AND hooked up the cable properly, so the DVR and the Wii can be connected at the same time! Yay!
#1: PIXIE.NU is BAAAAAAACK on the web! I own the domain name AND the hosting is on MY VERY OWN DREAMHOST ACCOUNT!!
Yes, I finally did it! I got a Dreamhost account! No more worries about hosting, because I’m hosting five domains on one account for just $8.95 per month or something like that. Also, there’s Green hosting, there’s virtually no limit to the space I use or the bandwidth I need, which is good because I get linked from high-traffic sites quite frequently, and I don’t have to limit my sites to simple blogs anymore! I out-grew the “domain as a blog only” scene years ago. I just never upgraded my hosting to reflect that. I haven’t transferred this site over there yet, but I will. I have a blog, a photo blog, a fan community, a family website and headquarters and I’m hosting a friend’s domain, all for less than $9 a month. If that isn’t a good deal, I don’t know what is! After Christmas, I’ll probably purchase the hosting for a few years, and go with that. *does a happy dance*
Here’s hoping tomorrow goes well for me. I am supposed to be one of about 150 people to get to go through this for survivors of 9/11, in the place of Dennis. I have no idea where he is, just on the road. I still have some work to go over, and them I’m going to get to bed. Long day tomorrow. Even longer day on Monday. I may not be able to go to work this week, that’s how long and hard things are going to be for me. (*giggles* I said “long” and “hard” and “for me”)
Blurred Entry
My eyes are messed up today. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol that I have increased in the past week, or the contact lenses that I wore overnight last night, because I am sick and tired of seeing the same pair of blue eyes staring back at me in the mirror. It’s making typing nearly impossible because I can’t see what I am writing! I won’t be wearing lenses for a loooooong time again!
I got my temporary cap changed over to a permanent one, and I was surprised that this time, the dentist gave me one that actually has the real feel of a tooth! I could easily forget about this cap because it really is like having a new tooth! Even the ridges that you grind food with on the top are real! The other cap I had was kind of flat, and I didn’t really like it. With the top cap being flat as well, it was easy to bite the edge of my tongue with the caps, and it reminded me that they were fakes. Now, I don’t have that problem! Well, not entirely, anyway. I got a slight overdose of the gas at the dentist’s office. I almost threw up. I felt like I was fading away, and I pulled the mask off. My head was spinning, and I was salivating like crazy. Still, I wanted to be knocked out because I didn’t want to feel any pain like I had the last time that I was there. So I took deep breaths through my nose and exhaled through my mouth, and I got waaaaay too much gas, and started fading quickly. Man, that was a little scary and fun at the same time. I wonder if I would have actually thrown up if the nurse hadn’t come in and saw that I was sweating and had pushed the nose mask off of my face?
Dennis called me yesterday, and let me know that he has a surprise for me for our sixth anniversary this year. I hope it’s something good! He’s working through our anniversary, so I hope that I get to go with him, where ever he goes that day, and that is the surprise for me! I hope that he’s not planning something sexual, because I’m still a little sore from the last sex-a-thon we had. There comes a time in every person’s life when they get too old to have twelve hours of sex at a time. When they need to stop and rest and heal up before going at it again. Dennis and I tried to go at it for twelve hours, but we just didn’t make it. Or, I didn’t, I should say. He seemed somewhat disappointed, but understanding at the same time, and I did say that we could try again during our anniversary this year. But I am hopeful that I get something more than sex for my anniversary. Like a new(er) car with air conditioning. *wink, wink* Or a new computer. *WINK* Maybe a better colour printer? *hint* A week away from the kids? *HINT HINT!!!!* Whatever it is, I’m sure that I will love it, no matter what.
Now I must finish my paper work and take a nap. I have 100 mcg of Fentanyl on, and it’s kicking my ass severely. My eyes are still messed up, so the writing on this page is all blurry. The paper work I’m finishing up is for my case with my old job. We’re going to trial on November 30th of this year, and I have to be prepared. I’ve already signed that I will be present at the hearing. I hope Lance goes because he was the most wrongfully let go of the three of us. He’s our legal leg we’re standing on.
Wish me luck. These legal papers are kind of hard to fill out. After I finish with the papers, I think I’ll return to the bottle. It’s been a very good friend to me this past week.
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