Confused
I haven’t Tumblrered in forever and have forgotten how to do it… Should I just start posting pics of my ween?
Ok now what?
When I turned 40 (yes, dont laugh) so called “friends” gave me the “life begins at 40” line. Now that i turned 41, when the hell is all the cool stuff supposed to happen?
Big Fat Ugh
So my life has been in a tad bit of turmoil for awhile now. I had been so unhappy at home that my personal life had taken a big hit. Now that things are 100% better and happier, I am able to really sit back and reflect on things. Things kind of suck. Its time to concentrate on myself for a change.
I would like to find a nice girl, downgrade some of my expenses, continue hitting the gym, find a nice girl, get back into music (maybe get the band back together) etc…
One step at a time though. Breathe in, breathe out.
Mel Gibson
“You should just smile and blow me”
He is a man of few words… but everyone of them are classic
Iphone 4 pretty much kicks much ass
#thatisall
Finally!!
Sharing a house with my sister has not been the extreme fun that I once thought it would be. The one and only reason is due to her moving her asshole boyfriend in. Why she ended up with this individual is beyond me. Perhaps it was her state of mind when she first met him. Recently out of a terrible relationship, a stay in the hospital due to stress, and he showed her “kindness.” It was a memorial day weekend a couple years ago. She told me he was only staying for the weekend. Well, it turned into a very long painful weekend.
He is a wannabe thug. To call him a redneck would be an insult to the hard working, fun loving individuals who are proud to call themselves “rednecks.” For lack of a more sophisticated term, he would be a fucking douche bag, low life, jobless, lazy hunk of hillbilly shit pot head. I hate him with a passion. He is as unpredictable as they come, so to engage in any kind of physical fight with him is exactly what he lives for. Like living with a pitbull. I was not going to lower my self to constant drunken fighting when we lived under the same roof. In doing this, my hate turned to anxiety. I also began to resent my sister for allowing him to live there. It has been miserable for me, I was embarrassed to invite anyone over, which hurt my social life. I wasnt about to bring a girl over and have him creeping around making everyone uncomfortable.
I am happy to say, as of Wednesday night, approximately 6:45pm, the asswipe is gone and his stuff went with him. It was a battle. My sis gave him a week or two to make arrangements (this was a week or two ago.) None of his family wants him, and his friends want him even less. At first he was angry, but seemed to be accepting of his fate. Until he spent the weekend with his fellow Hillbilly friends and family. He shows up at the house Wednesday afternoon with 12 pack in tow. I was at work, but knew this was going to get ugly. Especially for my sister. She ended up going to the house to get some things to stay at her new “friends” house. This friend ended up following her there to make sure she was safe. It got nasty. Hillbilly declares he knows the law and he has 30 days to vacate, which he intended to take ever single minute of. If anyone has ever been in this situation, it is near impossible to remove someone from your home who has established residence unless you give them a 30 day eviction notice or they are arrested for some kind of domestic abuse situation. Even if they pay no bills or get mail sent to them at the address, which there is a big check mark next to both of those as far as he is concerned, it is very difficult. One of his drunken loser friends or family, who obviously have found themselves in this situation, advised him of this very rule.
What they didnt advise him of, or warned him about is the possiblity that my sister, after a few years of living with an uncaring asshole, just may have found someone who treats her like she is supposed to be treating. They also didnt tell him this new person just may have a conceiled weapons permit and enjoys having a small firearm on him at times. Such was the case Wednesday night at around 5:45pm. While my sister is gathering her things, the new friend was in the carport listening. As she is leaving, the hillbilly decided to wander to the front porch to watch her leave. I believe he also saw her new friend walk to his car. I believe he also saw this new friend eyeball him, and then take his gun from the back of his pants so he can sit in the car seat. 1 hour later, he had a friend with an SUV backed into the driveway loading his pathetic things in the back… Zoom away.
Justice has been served. He is gone and if he returns the law is no longer on his side. A nice sweet call to the police will have his trespassing little ass out of there in no time.
Sweet relief. Party time.
I have been in lust, been in like, had infatuations and crushes. I have been in love only once. The kind of love that would get me out of bed at 2am on a work night to drive to her home because she had a bad dream. Or the kind that makes it ok to let her have the very last Pringles potato chip in the can. I hope to feel that again one day. Maybe even more, I hope the feeling will be mutual this time around.
