Because you wanted it....

The latest installment in the fuckwit chronicles....

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I'm sorry. But HE questioned MY mental stability?? Seriously? There was ONE adult in that relationship and it wasn't him. I'm not the pathological liar. I'm not the one that calls themselves an idiot savant. I'm not the one that can't hold a job, pouts if I'm not the center of attention, makes shit up so much that I begin to believe it OR has tendencies toward grandiose delusions....

Look that up, and look up superiority complex. You will find that these parts of the definitions describe him to a T - and he questions MY mental stability?? I'm talking TEXTBOOK......

denote an obsession with, either in the form of irrational perceived need for or preoccupation with in one's own estimation having and/or obtaining, grandiosity and extravagance and accompanying complete desirous and bombastic abandon; a common symptom if not the key diagnostic feature of megalomania.

Superiority complex in everyday usage means having very high opinion of oneself. In psychology it refers to the same attitude, however in psychology it is considered that the attitude is actually a way to hide or compensate for feeling of inferiority.

Those exhibiting the superiority complex commonly project their feelings of inferiority onto others they perceive as beneath them, possibly for the same reasons they themselves may have been ostracized, i.e. viewing most, possibly all others as "ugly" or "stupid", and beneath oneself.
Social aloofness, daydreaming and isolation could also be associated with the Superiority Complex, as a way for one to evade the fear of failure related to the feelings of inadequacy to face the real world.

ahhhhh today it begins!

The framing for the house. Yay!! I'm so geeked to see how it looks at the end of the day. I will guar-on-teeeeed post a picture. :)
Here it is!! I have WALLS!! Woohoo!!!!


The boy, yesterday, for some reason decided he was going to be a little shit all day. My friend Stevie took him along with her son to Lake Michigan (not the ocean, but the closest thing we have to it here - it's an OK substitute). Apparently he decides that he hates the lake. Hates swimming. Hates the sand. Hates taking his shirt off. HUH??? What was it all about - no water shoes. Deep down, my kid is a wimp. Refuses to step on rocks, etc. But they ended up leaving. And he and her son were the bickersons ALL DAY. Ok, thanks for the favor? Yikes. She and I hung out at her pool for a bit when I came to pick him up and she lent me a suit so I could swim. Oh, that was almost pure heaven. 92, hazy hot & humid. It was a little slice of pure wonderful. Then they started being the bickersons again. OK. Time to go. Pack it in.
Then I finally sold my dining room set. And cleared out my garage of a TON of shit. Yard sale this weekend!! woot woot!
Another friend took Josh last night because she is going to work his ass HARD today at the yard sale. YAY.... He's looking forward to making money. He's going to sell soda & water for $1 each. And on another hazy/hot/humid day - I think he'll make out OK.
More about the fuckwit - but I'm not sure I want to bother posting about it. I'll decide later. But it really cements his fuckwit-ness.
Happy Friday!

Comedy...

Courtesy of Erin :) http://www.dickipedia.org/dick.php?title=Main_Page

I've gotten another request to travel to other state, but declined again. And now my ex's cousin has made sure that he finds out about it - which is NOT what I wanted. I didn't want any of them to find out about it, and now they are all going to know. Enough!

Here's a funny thing I caught the boy doing the other day - more comedy :) His latest obsession, the camera and the trampoline..

what to do... what to do....

OK, so my ex is a fuckwit. We all know that. Well, except him. But that's another story. I had a ton of pictures of his kid on my computer and am at that point in my recovery (could it be called anything different?) that I want to delete them - that's not my life any more. And because he is such a fuckwit, I have no desire to be nice and give them to him. So I offer them to the child's mother. She's another story also. And that starts a few emails back and forth - she thanks me for the pictures, thinking of her, etc. and then tells me that she has a few pictures of ME & my son that I might like. So I'm thinking, huh? Turns out, the ex is so much of a moron that he let his son bring his iPod home (to Mom's) with him because he wanted to finish watching a movie on it. Child asked to watch the movie again the next day and when Mom was trying to find and start the movie, she saw a file labelled "Mom's Name - Stolen" which naturally peaked her curiosity and caused her to look at the content of that file as well as other photos he had on the iPod. Turned out - he stole pictures off her computer (which I knew about) and had also been taking pictures of the outside of her house, her mail - all sorts of stuff (some of which I knew about). First off - what kind of stupid MORON steals files/pictures - and then puts them in a file called "STOLEN"????? Oh wait. That would be the fuckwit. But then - he lets the child take the iPod with the stolen pictures on it - INTO HER HOUSE. Again. Fuckwit.

But during the course of our "conversations" it came out that I knew that he had taken the pictures. And she used the pictures to in turn get a restraining order against him. Funny - he was accusing me of stalking him, and all the time? He was being stupid and going to her house when she wasn't there, and, yep. You got it - a fuckwit.

As it turns out - they're in the beginning of their custody trial. He's lying about stuff (big surprise there - NOT)... and now? I've been invited to that state. To testify. For her. I have politely declined, but have a feeling that this isn't over.

Oy vey. All I wanted to do was erase the pictures off my computer.

ahhhhhh the 4th of July....

Things I miss....


Being poor sucks. Being poor and over 1,000 miles away from your family (and the ocean, and your friends, etc. etc. etc. ) sucks even more. I was watching the 4th of July fireworks in Boston last night on TV and was just so overwhelmed with "I want to go home". I don't think I've ever really felt homesick since I moved to MI, but I got home more often, I went back for St. Patrick's Day and haven't been there since - it's usually about every 3-4 months that I've been able to go back, even if for a long weekend. I tried for Memorial Day - couldn't afford it. The 4th - same thing. I'm going to hope for Labor Day, but I'm not counting on it. Plus the fact that I get no vacation time from my job until October makes it that much harder. I have a good life here, great friends, but sometimes you just have to go home.

What? A big pile of dirt???

Say it ain't so!!! But there is progress...... since I'm not having a basement poured, they only need to pour the slab. I drove by 2 days ago and it was looking pretty much like the picture in the previous post below, although with a wee bit of water because of all the damn rain... Today?? TOTALLY different... That's what you're looking at up above. :) I guess it's the outline of the house? We're still on track for mid/end Sept. Nothing against this house that I'm in and renting, but damn - there are bugs here. Today's little influx was pincher bugs (earwigs). NOT one of my favorites. There are still little ants here and there, I kill those little fuckers right off. But the earwigs try and fight back. They want to LIVE.... (in my best Frankenstein voice) LIVE!!! LIVE!!!
I killed them all.
There it is, I'll admit it. I'm a mass murderer. I will kill each and every bug that comes across my path - I will even give them fair warning

Sunday morning...

I guess I'm used to the new schedule. I was awake at 6AM today. Ugh. No matter how much I tried to get my body to go back to sleep, I was awake. For the day. Dammit. So far today, I've cleaned the basement and done round one of the mopping of the cat piss/shit smell. Then I cleaned out the little eating area in my kitchen so I could steam clean the carpet, which has some stains on it. Stains be gone. AND... I realized that the steam cleaner that I'm using? Also does hard floors. Screw mopping round II, I'm bringing that sucker downstairs and using that. If that doesn't make it all clean and smelling pretty, nothing will. Now I need to start packing some of the clutter. I don't want people looking at my personal pictures and stuff when looking at the house - they don't need to see my stuff - they need to imagine their stuff here. Yeah. That's it. Although - if the house sells quickly, I'm screwed. I have a lease until the end of September, but what if someone comes in and says - hey, I'll buy the house, but only if I can move in July 1st or something like that. Ugh. I don't even want to think about it.
Anywhooo - happy Sunday. I'll leave you with a picture of the deer in the back yard. Before it all exploded green.

Perfection in a glass...

Undoubtedly the most delightful adult beverage of my life... a Key Lime Pie Martini. It was like a little key lime party going on in my mouth. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The sign of things to come :)

This is the lot. There will be 10 million houses close to it, but once it's done, it will look like this (minus the extra garage):

I'm not crazy about how close the houses are together, but hey, if my neighbor needs sugar - I can just toss it over, right? :)

OK, so the boy has lost video games and computer for the big lie. And he knows that the Red Bull Air race is on the line if he screws up any more. Oy vey, this parenting thing is tough sometimes!! The fact that he told the lie that he did tells me that he was hurt even more than I realized about everything that happened last year. We're still working on that. I guess we both have to get past some anger. It still pisses me off what Theo did to him if I stop and think about it - so I try not to stop and think about it. But then I stop and think about how much of a fool he is, and I laugh. At this point he deserves to have every single penny that the FFW (that would be filthy f'ing whore that will sleep with everyone - EXCEPT Theo) can squeeze out of him - he's been warned by how many people, and he STILL supports her. Oh well. It's pathetic - but I just sit back now and live my life. It's pathetic that his family just chalks it up to "Theo being Theo", because they all think he's a fuckup. I guess this just confirms it? Who knows.

The new job is going great - I haven't blown the building up yet, although I did come close I forgot to run a report Friday afternoon and just realized it today - so I may hear about that - but you know, I'm new. I don't know that stuff yet.

I talked to a mortgage broker, and I'm meeting her this week to finalize the paperwork - it should be all set to go ~ I also signed a purchase agreement for a house that I haven't seen. Why haven't I seen it? Because the damn thing isn't built yet!!! Woohoo!!! It should be done mid-September, and my lease is up at the end of September, so the timing should (hopefully) work out perfectly. I'm excited - the house is going to be great, and mine. Mine all mine.