Rib Fest!


Feed your fat face!!!  We got ribs from a local Ribfest this weekend. They had 4 vendor food trucks selling them and they were nice, big, fat juicy bones and were soooo good! I feel badly for the Muslims and Jews that will never know the pure deliciousness and  gastronomic pleasure that is pork ribs.They really don’t know what they’re missing. They’re really messy but they’re oh-so-good! The 23 YR old told me not to give Buddy any as if it was poison or something, and so I just cut out for him a piece of the meat but with no sauce and didn’t let him gnaw on the bones in case they splinter and he chokes, and then it got me thinking…..holy shit… I wonder if that’s maybe even what my hubby’s doing not only to me but maybe also to my mother too, poisoning us both since neither of us wants to sell the house(we own it) and he’s so intent on moving so if he gets us out of the way he gets the house and he’s free to sell it if he wants and move plus my life insurance $$$ to cover moving costs, etc.. Maybe that’s also why her pain has suddenly returned,too: he’s poisoning her,too? He did say a few times he was going to kill me off for my life insurance $$$$ and that he was poisoning my drinks….and with him you never know and you can never tell if he’s joking or serious, so you never really know, and I wouldn’t put it past him; I’ve seen a very scary, dark, vengeful, cruel, vindictive, violent, and heartless side of him,too, and I had a dream once someone warned me, Be careful; he’s even more violent than you know….

I also wonder as well if Patti really did come by yesterday afterall or did I just imagine it? Did it really happen or was it just a hallucination? I have an increasing hard time lately being able to distinguish between if something is real or if I just imagined(or dreamt) it  not only at the time it’s occurring but even days after. I’m thinking, Is that real? Did that really happen? Did I really see what I think I saw? Is this real or did I just imagine it? and then I try to remember tiny details of what I saw, such as what the people were wearing, what colour the car was, where I was at the time,for instance, to see how clear a picture I can get, how well I remember it, to try and assess whether or not it was more likely it was real and actually happened or if it was just a hallucination. Running and hiding when Patti came by also reminds me of when I was kid trying to dodge bullies walking alone to school and back, trying to go another way to try and avoid them,and the fear I felt passing by their houses hoping I wouldn’t run into them and they wouldn’t beat me up.

The only way I know for sure something really happened or is real is if someone else also saw or heard it too but if it was just me I can never quite be sure because I don’t trust my own mind,and I was thinking about Patti if she really did come by why didn’t she come furiously banging on my door, angry I took off, and demanding an explanation? Plus, her yelling out my name was alarmingly loud and sounded like it was coming from right behind me, right into my ear,practically an echo,almost enhanced, when she was actually halfway down the street, so it makes me wonder. It’s really hard losing your grip on reality and not being able to sort out what’s real and what isn’t,and it’s scary,too. As for Patti and my fear she may retaliate(for me ignoring her now she used me and dumped me), I also know something that she’s doing regarding her Oxy prescription too so if she ever threatens or endangers my family or I then I have “ammunition” I can use against her,too, and in just one call to the RCMP I will bring that bitch down! No one f*cks with me and my family!!!!! Normally I don’t bother people or get all up in their business  but if they harm my family there’s NOTHING I won’t do.



Screenshot_53 My mother’s pain is back again and so she took 2 of the 500 mg of Tylenol and then she said to me, I think I’m high! She said she feels all floaty and like I’m floating but that she didn’t like it at all as she doesn’t like not being in control. Boy, is that sure the truth; she always wants to be and has to be in control of everything and everyone; herself, her environment, other people, everything. I told her if she’s lucky she might even leave her body and to just let it go and to go with it; that it’s a nice peaceful, freeing, relaxing, liberating feeling and relieves you of stress and anxiety, to just allow it, to float along , relax, and enjoy the ride, but she didn’t and she fought against it not wanting to get “lost” in it, not wanting to “surrender” to it, not wanting to be free and just see where it takes her.I also think she was scared; maybe scared that she’d float off and never come back? She’s never really been one for adventure or the unknown,either. That’s too bad though, she really could have had quite the experience, quite the “trip.”

As well, my allergies have been so bad lately this year has been one of the worst ever and I have to take allergy meds pretty much every day this summer but it’s so bad this year that even taking Reactine still doesn’t clear up my itchy eyes, sneezing, runny nose, etc. and I then have to take a Benadryl as well and sometimes also a Dayquil and even then most times the symptoms still remain, which is very frustrating and annoying, esp. when I’m trying to sleep!Yesterday was National Spoil You Dog Day as well but I spoil my dog every day. I love my boy and I let him know it and show it every day.

As I was coming back from one of Buddy’s walks I also saw someone coming down the street and I don’t see too well but oh, my God did it ever look like Patti and then I heard her shrill voice call out my name….holy shit…. I had to quickly haul ass and drag Buddy inside the house quickly and close and lock up the door behind me as I could hear her calling me louder and louder….then I hunkered down inside waiting for her to bang on the door but she never did, thankfully, so I guess she got the message. I was hoping she would just think that I didn’t hear her, but I guess it was too obvious based on how loud she was calling me and how I quickly hurried inside. That was a close one!

I feel badly scurrying off and  hiding on her like that, but she’s the one who betrayed and used and then dumped and blocked me; she’s the false friend and I have nothing to say to her and don’t need people like that. I can no longer trust her and now there’s also the worry what if she tries to take Buddy back or reports us to the school authorities or something over our homeschooling just to get me back? She’s the type that would too, and has often reported various neighbours for frivolous things to authorities, such as noise infractions, or messy yards,uncut grass, unkempt yards, tresspassing, fence heights, property lines, etc.She’s the stereotypical nosey neighbour that can’t mind her own business and always reports everyone.

The Baboon.

Baboon I still remember The Baboon. His real name was Bill but I eloquently dubbed him “The Baboon” because he was sooo obnoxious. The Baboon was the most obnoxious neighbour that we ever had. This was 3 houses ago; not at our last house where we had the fire, but 2 houses before that,and the war escalated in the summer of 1989, when I was expecting my first child, just before they moved, and we moved shortly after. Technically, he wasn’t even our neighbour; it was his girlfriend and her 2 kids that lived next door; he was her boyfriend but he stayed over almost every night so it was almost like he lived there. They were both teachers( yeah, I know, right; “great” examples for the kids they taught AND for HER kids!) and she was a divorced mother of 2 boys. Every night they would be going at it like rabbits, and LOUD,too,and I would hear it thru the wall; the bed would be creaking and squeaking and banging against the ajoining wall that also happened to be on the other side of MY bedroom wall and it kept me awake and not exactly something that I wanted to hear,either.

That wasn’t the only thing. He also had this piece of shit jalopy van that always leaked oil everywhere but instead of parking it in her perfectly good driveway(I guess he didn’t want to ruin hers) he’d always park it in front of OUR house, leaving unsightly oil stains on our property, even when we asked him nicely to park elsewhere, and then it only got worse from there. Then they proceeded to make life even more difficult for us, incl. every morning when they woke up and left early they would intentionally slam EVERY SINGLE DOOR in their house loudly to wake us up, throw eggs at our house, and make snide comments to us every time he saw us. He was a real jerkweed.

So, one day, we’d had enough and decided to fight back. He even enraged my hubby, who, up to this point, had said that NO ONE had ever annoyed him as much as him and that he’d never been inclined to seek “revenge” on anyone like this before. First of all, we called The City on him to report his oil spills. They sent a guy over to inspect it and they went over and talked to him. That STILL didn’t end it, so we “upped” it and took matters into our own hands. Every time we saw The Baboonmobile parked at our place we would do something to it to discourage him from parking there , so he’d park in her driveway where he belonged. When he had the van window open we threw a big cup of pop into the front seat. We put the sprinkler out on the front lawn and let it go thru the open window.We threw eggs at it, poured molasses on the front window, stuck peanut-butter soaked bread on both headlights (A “Baboonmobile” sandwich!), let the air out of the tires,etc .nothing to vandalize and cause real damage, but just enough to annoy him so he’d  get the hint and park elsewhere. One time the sneaky bugger was even hiding in the back of the van with a camera to try and get a photo but he missed.We also put them on a “Jehovah’s Witness” magazine mailing list, and we’d phone them during the middle of the night and let it ring and ring and wake them up every night and then hang up.

It would work for a few days; he’d park in her driveway(and we’d stop) but then he’d end up back at our place again(and we’d resume). One time he even called the police on us, but this was also right after he’d put cracked raw eggs in OUR mailbox, so when the cops came over we told them about our history and what he’d done to us and showed them the eggs in the mailbox, and then we laughed gleefully as we watched them march over there, yelling at HIM! The night before they moved we also threw a big party in their honour where we invited a bunch of our friends and put a big banner out the front that said “Farewell losers!” and gave them a send-off they’ll never forget: one of my friends peed on their doorstep, we used the fence dividing  our backyards as a net and played badminton, put the license plate of his van on backwards, and blasted music so loud(incl. “Beastie Boys” “You’ve Got A Right To Party”) it shook both our houses! We expected they’d call the police( but it would have been SO worth it!) but they never did. In fact, we didn’t hear a peep out of them all night! We had won the war! The next day when they moved he gave us this smug smirk and mouthed off to us and even his friend that was helping him move gave him this disgusted look as if thinking, “What the hell is WRONG with you, man? Grow up!”

I will never forget The Baboon!


Also, our 9 YR old has a crush on Juanes, this Latino singer from Colombia, even though he’s like 40 YRS old, and she HATES Alice Cooper! I really like his music and every time she hears me play his music she’ll scream and leave the room, but not for the reason you might think; she just hates the NAME Cooper for some reason, even though that’s not even his real name( but his stage name): it’s actually Vincent Furnier!