Jayce has not arrived yet. We are now at the 38 week marker, and January is looking ready! lol I feel so bad because I know she feels heavy and tired, and I know she is really anxious to start working out, and being able to wear some other clothes and shoes. The only shoes that have fit her for the last few months have been her flip flops. I have been trying to keep her moving and getting out of the house as much as possible, but at this point, it hurts her to even move so we are laying low, and staying local. Tomorrow will be the last sort of long drive we will take. We are meeting up with Jan’s moms friend Donna, who fosters cats. We made the decision to adopt Myles out to a good home because we have both become very allergic to him. We have had him for 4 years now, and we both feel so bad about it. He stays on the first floor of our 3 story townhouse, which consists of a decent size room with a slider that we use as a gym, an unfinished bathroom which we call his room because it’s pretty much his litter box and and stashes of toy mice, etc. a long hallway and stairs and a comfy chair he chills on. He sits by the slider all day, and he loves to lounge and he’s a great cat, beautiful orange and white cat, but….we can’t even pet him for 5 minutes without being sick for hours. With Jayce coming, and having our 3 yr. old mini schnauzer Kapone it’s just too much. We feel like we are just leaving Myles by himself too much, just feeding him and cleaning his litter box. It’s not fair to him. He’s a good cat, and he deserves more attention than he gets. Donna already told us she knows someone who is already interested, so she is going to do a little home visit and get a reference from his vet. I would never trust anyone else to do this, and we would never just give him to anyone. We will definitely miss our big boy :(
Wednesday was my sister Stacey’s 31st Birthday, and as much as we were all there for her that day, I know it wasn’t the same for her not having my mom here. I knew how she felt because my mom passed 2 weeks before my birthday. It just sucks, but we did the best we could to cook her one of her favorite meals just like my mom (roast with potatoes and such), and she loved it. January and I went to hers and her girlfriends house and cooked it for her, had dinner and cake. It was just Stace, Sylvia, her 2 girls, January, Ashley and I but it was a nice little night we had. My father (I hate even saying that, but It’s hard to break not calling him Dad after 30-something years) called Stacey to say Happy Birthday, but it was like nothing. He is still a piece of shit to me. I have not spoken to him once since the day my mom passed away, May 12th and I never will again. My sister told him this, and so I guess he gets it because he hasn’t even tried to talk to me or anything, BUT we sort of have to. I mean, hello..he still has my mothers ashes to himself. My sister, brother & I have been waiting to take them to the ocean. I know you’re really not supposed to do that, and people do it and so are we. It was something my mother has always said, and he is not respecting that. My aunts and Grandmother all want some of her ashes to put with my Grandfather and uncle whom my mom was close to, both buried in Maynard, MA where my mother, and all of us primarily grew up. My sister and I want to of course respect my mothers wishes, but he keeps giving everyone the run around. I don’t feel as though it is up to him to decide how, when, where and with whom. He knows exactly what my mother wanted, and again he is just being a selfish asshole. I don’t care what anyone says, and I do know that people deal with things in different ways, but if you have read any of my previous posts, maybe you would understand a little. You would understand more if you knew me better, even more if you were there but you weren’t, and he’s a piece of shit and that’s all there is to it. The end. I got an email the other day from his brothers daughter in law who I used to speak to up until my mom passed. As ridiculous as this sounds, I noticed she disappeared from my Facebook page right after the wake. Weird, but whatever. maybe she didn’t want to get involved in anything that happened, but still. I didn’t do anything to her, and the whole time my mom was in the hospital we had been writing back and forth. She had written the other day to ask how January was, and if the baby got here yet. Nice of her to ask, but where the hell has she been? And thanks for asking me how I’m doing! It’s only been 4 months since she last spoke to me. So I responded by saying exactly how I felt in that I hadn’t heard from her, and why did she disappear. She came back very defensive, and said I should have gotten in touch with them….them as in my asshole fathers family who fought with us at my mothers wake. Why the fuck would I call them? I can’t stand the mother fuckers, and Oh! I’m sorry, but when someone’s parent or loved one passes, I didn’t realize I was supposed to be the one to get in touch with you to tell you how I might be doing, etc. I just let her have it because she had some other things to say that I didn’t like, and she was completely out of line. I can’t believe the fucking nerve of people. Why does everyone go around thinking everyone owes THEM something? I keep running into these types of assholes…..and speaking of, and while I’m on it:
I have been bartering with Julio for over a year now. Julio is someone I met through a friend who happens to be a hair stylist. He started dressing in drag and needed pictures, so we both figured in tough times, we’d just barter with each other. I’d be paying him for my hair, and he’d just be turning around and paying me for shoots anyway so it worked…a few times. I usually felt like I was getting the shitty end of the deal because I’d spend so much time shooting…and waitingggggg for changes and make up touch ups…..and more shooting, and then of course your work isn’t done after the shoot, so it was several more hours of uploading, importing, exporting, editing, burning, etc. And the mother fucker would always have the odacity to ask me how things are coming along not even 24 hours after the shoot. Like hello! Give me a fucking break. What do you think, I wake up and my shit is all edited when I wake up the next day? I can’t stand pushy fucking people, but ya know what? I get my shit done. I stay on top of my work, so I don’t put anyone in any position to be hunting me down for anything, especially if we have a barter relationship. I need something from him too, so I’m not going to take my sweet time. The other issue was that I think he thought he got unlimited numbers of edits, because I guess 10, 20 and 30 edits are not enough. It’s really frustrating. So, every time I would ask about my hair, it was such an issue…back and forth..when do you want to come in? I would ask when his appointments were because just because I said a day or time doesn’t mean he can do it, so why would he ask me? It was just a huge issue to get an appt. most of the time. I’ve also had to sit there several times and wait 45 minutes, an hour and then he’d be all rushing doing my hair all ghetto. And, if I didn’t know him like I do..I would have screamed at his ass and walked out if I saw him drop a comb on the floor and not put it in barbicide and get a new one. I’ve seen him do this with other customers, and my jaw just drops. Anyway, this last time really irritated me because I spent 7 hours shooting his last shoot, then with the extra time for everything else, I put a lot of time into my work. He told me he recognized that, and that this time he wanted to put better hair in my head and do it all over. So right around his shoot time, we took my old hair extensions out to give them a break for 2 weeks. I waited and then emailed him right after to set up the appt. My hair is looking awful right now, and I want what he promised me. I like to look good and feel confident just like everyone else, and I didn’t understand why it was such a big deal to get back to me. He kept putting me off, ignoring my emails and asking stupid questions he already had the answers to. By the 4th email, I was really pissed because 2 weeks turned into 4 weeks, and I addressed that with him. He told me he was sick of the way I was talking to him like a kid (ok, well be professional then, and answer your fucking emails and shit because you owe me, fucker) and because he said he has been busy and can’t just jump for me. I was fucking floored. So busy because you owe me something? So busy that you were just online for several days having a status war with your rival but too busy to be a professional and do the right thing with myself and other people. It’s just ignorant, and it’s my biggest pet peeve. So, after that…I peace’d him the fuck out, deleted his ass from any internet connection I had with him and lost his number and blocked him from getting in touch with me. I refuse to know people like that, and he can take those extensions and shove them up his ass. My hair has not been done even still, and and am now out money to even get my personal business taken care of. Thanks, asshole! Glad you and all your fucking fans enjoy all those free images you got from me. Actually! I charge 75-hr., so maybe I will just send you that bill afterall, and try small claims. I am so fucking sick of people. Try walking on me. I will say something…and do something about it if I have to, too.
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