De-Nile is not a river in Egypt

XSU has managed to put all the baseboards in Rebel's old room and the cord around too. No doubt I'll have to plug the nail holes, sand and paint the trim becausethat won't be done before he is out. It is close to midnight as I write this and that man is on his hands and knees fixing the spots the Rebel's puppy chewed up, That damn dog took a fair sized chunk out of the stairs....and here it is midnight and he is scraping, sanding and doing who knows what.

He has known that he was leaving for months now, and he picks three days before he goes to start messing around.

And I continue to be astounded with XSU and his complete lack of sensitivity to the deed that has to be done - telling his daughters that he is moving out. We had the prime opportunity on Saturday afternoon and he stopped me Completely stopped me. This man is so far up the Denial River that he is barely afloat.

He called his sister and told her he bought a house. Trouble was he had never told her he was looking for a divorce so she got to ask a lot of questions. She was in the loop because I put her there, but she had some fun with him any way. I'd like to be a fly on the wall during the conversation with his mother.

In the meantime, I think I will have to take matters into my own hands and deal with the girls myself since XSU is avoiding dealing with the biggest decision he has ever made in his life.

Member of the Club

I am very surprised to find myself a part of a new club. The almost separated club? The nearly divorced club? The I'm not going to let this define my life club? Not even close.

It would seem that I am now part of the club of people who have dogs and walk them regularly. Before I had the little doggie I would walk and dog people paid me no attention at all. Now, because I walk with a little doggie beside me on a leash, all the other dog people are my friends. I know the secret handshake. Who knew!? It's been interesting. We've met Patches, King, Princess, Lulu, and all the other ones whose names we don't know. Buttons - hates them all wants nothig to do with any of them. I, however, enjoy talking to their people. I am going to start taking my camera with me and will ask people if I can take pictures of their dogs for my Facebook photo pages. I wonder if people will let me?

On to our regularly scheduled ennuie. I am still waiting to hear from the Barracuda. My handyman is booked for August to rip the old rec room out and put in the new one before the exchange student arrives. Niagara Falls is nearly booked as is Canada's Wonderland.

Rebel continues to be a royal pain. She is so back. She left a PILE of laundry in the ahll way on the second floor. It's all in garbage bags in the garage. Thanks for that one Rudy!

I am nearly done with this damn cold that has been keeping me at a low level.

Just spent $600 on my car and not nearly done. New muffler and exhaust. I cried poor and didn't do the radiator flush - the coolant light kept flashing. The guy must have felt sorry for me or something and they topped up the radiator with fluid and did s0mething and dumped a quart or two of oil in too. Karma. Pays to be nice to people.

I can`t believe I`ve had no grief over the latest Meez. Clearly no hockey people read this blog.

Flummoxing Routine.

Yes it has been a few days. I've been seriously overworked at work - a ton to do - not enough time to do it. When I get home around 7 ish... I am positively wiped out. Of course, the SU is around but we're not a team so I don't have a supper waiting for me. My girls apparently don't eat or SU doesn't try to make meals for them, so I grab a bite of whatever is around, talk to Rebel Junior if she's locked onto the computer and try and get a few words out of her.

Rebel went and got herself a second dog. Or the BF did. He snuck it into the house. It's a teeny tiny 6 week old puppy- half dachshund half jack russell. The older dog- all 7 pounds of flufffy insecurity on a good day is flummoxed. (If a dog can be flummoxed) He's totally afraid of this puppy, has no interest in playing with said puppy - has nipped at him more than once and usually runs away and tries to get away from said puppy. It hasn't been pretty.

I tore a strip off the BF and then did something somewhat gentler with the Rebel. I mean seriously - we have this one skittish dog who was insecure for most of his life and they thought a friend would help him. The 7 pound wonder doesn't know how to be an alpha and now puppy is making him very unhappy.

A friend is in from out of town for a day long seminar tomorrow. We found out we were both going to same seminar. So it looks like I may join her at Camp Westin for a PJ party downtown tonight, and we can get to the seminar together in the morning. That should prove to be a lot of fun. Said friend is Rebel's godmother and we've been friends for over 20 years now. Nothing like Camp Westin to break up the routine!

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Infamous Words.

My weekends really need to be more productive. I don't do a whole lot. I don't seem to have much energy to get anything done. My bedroom is the catch all where I keep everything these days and it's starting to wear me down but not enough to do something about it. I keep the main floor of the house tidied up - but just can't seem to make the effort to do something about the rest of the house. That is the part that no one sees.

Not sure if it's just the winter blahs, the separation, both or something else. I know I would be much happier if I got that space uncluttered but I am not there yet. sigh.

I also note that Rebel is getting back into feistiness that pre dates her illness. She was using some strong vulgar language in my presence which I tagged her for. We got into it about how she wanted to speak her way and she didn't need to impress anyone. I told her that it was about respect for me and my unwillingness to put up with vulgar trashy language in my own home. I don't know if she really didn't get what I was saying or if she doesn't care.

Rebel Junior is picking up right after the eldest and neither of them would see my point of view. I finally cut off the conversation with the infamous words of parents everywhere - totally lacking in creativity: "my house - my rules - I deserve respect and your nasty vocabulary is disrespectful. Feel free to go elsewhere and let others put up with your trashy language. I won't have it. " Of course SU stayed out of the mix - as he always does.

Oddly enough Rebel had earlier in the day told me how the BF's 7 yr old son was giving her a hard time with his language and she wasn't having any of it. She insisted that dad take care of it - because he had to learn respect. Of course I mentioned this and was told - completely different situation. When she is finally a parent - it's gonna be great to observe. God willing I live that long to see it. That's the ultimate payback I believe.

I may be sending Rebel into the arms of the BF and the two of them co-habiting (roll eyes) and perhaps sending Rebel Junior off to live with dad with my insistence on a certain level of behavior but so be it. I do NOT need to settle for anything other than young women who know how to respect their mother. These things have been so much much tougher to teach and instill when their father is silent on the important stuff.

Dealing.

I've been dealing with the mortgage broker and no surprise to me my credit rating is down somewhat because of one credit card that is a tad over spent and under paid. yeah yeah Yeah... I know. I am quite near to getting that looked after and luckily the mortgage broker has known me since we first bought our house. This guy is great. I do have a meeting with the current bank that holds my mortgage but I am not at all loyal. No point. I've yet to meet a bank that has shown me any loyalty so I will go where ever I get the best deal for the mortgage for my house.

I am running crazy at work these days too since I am short staffed and doing two jobs. It's keeping me busy. What do I do first? The front line staff, the staffing or the budget - time to talk to the guy who sets the priorities. Let him tell me since he gets paid the big bucks.

I've had a number of people ask me what my plan is for post separation. AS IF I've had to consider a plan. I believe the real question is... "so you gonna start dating?"
Along with that are the people sending me the "so now that you're separated/divorced/alone/starting a new life" type of books and articles. Well meaning I am sure. Perhaps I'll highlight a few of those as we go along.

SU has been most polite and helpful lately. Not sure why and I've decided NOT to speculate or wonder. A day at a time and just keep moving forward. As it is the mediator has informed us that she is out of the country as of Feb 16 and won't prepare the final draft of the agreement until after she returns Feb 23rd. WhatEv. I have to snicker a little - SU isn't out of the house, but it sure give him plenty of time to find what he needs. And that much closer to the end of snow shoveling season too.

Sorting Out the Obvious.

I have reviewed the separation agreement and found a few errors - slight mistakes - and I expect this to be fixed quite easily. It shouldn't take long now - except this week - my week at work is hellish and I am heading out of town on professional association meetings starting Friday - so I don't really have a lot of time to spend on the phone with the mediator. I'm looking forward to the weekend away to the big city! I have chatted with friends and colleagues so between meetings - there will be some R&R.

Rebel was to have a biopsy this last week, but her cardiologist was sick and then on the re-scheduled date Rebel had a bad head ache. These things all had to be re scheduled again. I know this separation stuff has to get done but I am so busy with trying to keep other things together that SU and his need for things to get done just send me screaming from the room.

RebelJunior had her annual medical check up months ago now, and SU was supposed to have arranged for RJ's gardasil shots. It's three shots a month apart. We had to buy the vaccine and get reimbursed by our plans. The vaccine is still in the fridge. It's a simple thing. The doc is nearer to the high school than to me so it makes sense for SU to take her. Three quick trips. Not done yet. I purposely told him it was on him - apparently he can't cope. I knew this would be the case, so I will get this sorted out this week as well.

On the other hand, we're so close to finishing all this separation crap that I am at the point where I want it done. I have an eco audit planned for the house. There are both federal and provincial cash incentives to get energy audits done - I can find the drafts without someone telling me they're there it's so obvious. When you bring in the pros - they note all the improvements you can make and it is usually a given that there will be money back. In the long run it's worth it as it will save on heating and cooling bills. And maybe with foam insulation added in and some other things, the mice might not be back next year.... or I'll have to sell the house! I figure I'll take a day off and get it done during the week while SU is at work. A vacation day sounds like a good idea any time.

The last three Saturdays SU has disappeared first thing in the morning and not returned til late in the day. It's rather rude actually. I figured he was off at someone's house doing carpentry work and I was right. However, the man doesn't own a cell phone and anything can happen. In fact his father did call and all I could say was I have no idea. I'm sorry I don't know. What EvEr. Interestingly, I don't think he gets he still has to stay on contact with me even after we separate. Probably more than he does now.

Humbled.

I started to clear out my email in-basket last night, and as I re-read so many of the last year's emails I started to tear up. I sat quietly at the computer re-running again all that we've been through. I came to the realization that there so many emails from friends and family praying for our Rebel I am not ready to delete. It somehow seems wrong to delete all those notes from people sending us prayers, good thoughts, and more.

I know this isn't quite rational. Prayers and good thoughts stay with us whether or not I can see them in the file folders. But I am going to keep them for now. There is a lot I can't even read on the blog and my Facebook page as it brings back a lot of the early trauma, the worry and stress of those tense days worrying and wondering what the outcome would be.

And now I turn around and see my baby - the oldest one- teasing her little sister, hearing the sound of their laughter and I can't even begin, even now, to articulate how grateful, thankful and humbled I am by how she is doing. It's overwhelming.

It's gonna be far from the perfect Christmas, if there even is such a thing - but it will be a good Christmas. My daughters at the table with me - their dad there too.

A quiet blessed day.

Thanks be to God.

Wordless {not quite}Thirteen.

A little pain a little love

I am in pain. I have inflammation of the sacro -iliac joint. It's not fun. it's not the first time either.

So I am taking prescription anti inflammatories, add in pain killers, use a tiger balm patch where it pains me, physio therapy and I am STILL in pain. Sleeping on my pillow top bed - terribly painful as I can't roll over. Was NOT impressed when I am sure about 20 minutes after I fell asleep last night, RebelTeen - the younger - woke me up with her shriek. Ordinarily I would get out of bed, take the stairs to the kitchen and tell her to take it down a thousand... however I was in a comfortable position - the only comfortable position- so I stayed put and calmed myself down and counted sheep instead.

Rebel Senior's dog stayed with us for the weekend. RebelTeen wanted to have her around, and I - who have never been a dog person - certainly enjoyed having this cute little critter around. He even slept on the floor of my room. My girls let the dog sleep on their beds. I draw the line. Even if he is cute. He doesn't even try that with me. When I got up both days - he went over to the RT's room and cuddled with her on her bed til he was ready for his morning walk. And me, being mom went back up and told RT to get out of bed as the dog needed a walk and to get outside. I figure not my dog- RT wanted him at the house she had to take him out. It was fun to watch!

SU has his brother staying with us. B-I-L had a cup of coffee at the dining room table. He left it there. Two days it sat. I finally went and handed it to the SU and suggested that if he could tidy up behind his daughter instead of teaching her to do it herself he'd better be doing the same with his older brother. The two of them have done nothing but play endless games of scrabble.
Oh! yes they did go to SU's young friend's for yet another party on the weekend. Even B-I-L noticed how young they were and how they all seemed to end up drunk by midnight! They didn't land up at home til nearly 5 AM. B-I-L didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this either. I roll my eyes.

Must go find drugs. I feel a twinge.

Not my usual style - ever!

We were up at the crack of dawn today as it was Rebel's first speaking gig. She was giving her talk at a Rotary Club in the town next to ours. I was seriously impressed with her speaking and delivery skills. I am an advanced Toastmaster and I love giving presentations and speeches so watching this child of mine in action I couldn't help but revert to evaluation techniques that I've learned and use at TM meetings.

She talked about how she got sick, about what her life used to be like and what it is like now. She had a great message about organ donation for parents. Apparently - many many teens sign their donor cards on their driver's permits but if something happens, too many parents override these wishes. She had a great power point with pictures - and a great over all message. I did have the tears in my eyes when she talked about how her family stood by her. It was very well done. She has a few more gigs lined up over the Fall so will be interesting to watch as she polishes it up even more.

SU was at the gig this morning. Hard to tell what he thought. I hope he keeps it positive for the girl. Now that I think of it I may need to call her something other than *Rebel.*

I need a nap because getting up before 6 AM is

not my usual style - ever!

The girls were at the Back Street Boy concert with their cousin and a couple of good friends. Apparently the RebelJunior was texting through the entire concert and drove Rebel crazy.

RJ and her cousin left my kitchen in a mess last night before the concert. SU came in and started to clean up. I asked him '*what do you expect the girl to learn when you clean up after her all the time? Why do you do it?* It wasn't a rhetorical question, but he chose not to respond.

I roll my eyes.

coffee...

I need cofffee...

Friday Four -

cuz I didn't get a 13 on Thursday and can't think of FIVE either!

1. I really hate agonizing all day over one email to she who believes she must be obeyed- the so called she boss who is doing her best to slag me and treat me as if I am incompetent at best and an imbecile at worst.But it got done and I have to admit it is a work of art how I wrote back quite professionally yet managed to insure the incompetent factor was turned around. Seduced the big boss into going with me on business trips to Europe in September. Boss you really need to come with me - this is important for you and you will meet people AND learn a whole lot. Of course she agreed. bwa ha ha ha ha

2. Rebel. She' s prepared a great presentation for her first speaking gig. I am impressed. On paper it looks great. Hope she delivers it as well. On the other hand she is staying over night at BF's dad place instead of at home. These people who think this is OK irritate the hell out of me. WHY can't they respect what I want for my daughter instead of assuming they are married! They are NOT!

3. Rebel Junior - continues to ask for stuff via text messages. She is relentless. I mostly read and delete these days.

4. Sis in law tells me that her brother the SU, continues to not speak to her about anything. He was supposed to be there to relieve her of parental responsibility for a week or so, but it hasn't happened. The two brothers treat her as dismissively as the SU treats me. She is more than hurt on top of being tired. She tells me I am lucky to be able to divorce him because he is stuck as her brother. She has told HER sons that they had better never behave that way to their sister. She is disheartened. Too bad she doesn't drink. I highly recommend a lovely light single malt for this sort of thing.

Conversations.

telephone conversation to Rebel's phone

Voice - Hello?

{Hmmm thinks I - that's not Rebel or a voice I know.}

Me - Hi. I am looking for Rebel. {Is that BFF mom?}

Voice - No. Rebel forgot to take her phone with her. It's her mother in law.

Me - ummmm she's NOT married.

Voice - Well she lives with my son

Me - no, you mean she stays with your son part time. She lives at home - with me - her family. If she doesn't live at home she loses her medical benefits and I don't believe your son can afford to pay for her drugs which cost over $!500 a month.

Voice - well Rebel isn't here.

Me - yes I gathered that.

Voice - who did you say you were again?

Me - It's her mother. I know where to reach her. I am going to have to remind her to keep her phone with her.

Voice - Well I thought I'd better answer because my son keeps waiting to hear from her.

Me - well, I am sure she will talk to him after I do.


***** Text messages with Rebel Junior

RJ - I lost all my makeup today. I have no idea where it is and I can't leave the house without something on my face. :-(

Me - How do you lose a whole bag of makeup?

RJ - I don't know. I looked in the bag it was there. Next time I went to use it - all gone. Dad said he would replace it for me.

Me - no doubt. Good excuse to go shopping isn't it.

RJ - I love shopping but it's too bad since there had to be at least $50 worth of stuff - some brand new. I don't even know if I remember what I had except my face is all red and I have these pimples that I don't want people to see.

Me - well tell dad thank you when he takes you and get the scaled down versions.

RJ - Dad knows I love to shop and he will buy me what I need to replace. No need to scale.

******************************

and that's the kind of day it has been.

Not too much

going on these days.

Rebel was to have gone to a friend's cottage with the BF and his son but I believe that was kiboshed because of all the rain. She stayed at the BF's place anyway. They were to head up there today for the day. Shall see if he actually takes her or not. My money says *not.* Rebel called me this morning and asked me to ask her father for money for the week. She doesn't like asking him because he always has a comment about what she is spending it on. Granted, he doesn't want her to spend it on the BF but that part is out of his control. And then on the other hand, he takes the RJ shopping and spends on her regularly. No wonder she doesn't want to ask.

I spent Saturday evening at a young friend's house for supper. I took supper over there. She just had ACL knee surgery and her mom was in town from her east coast home. We had a lovely dinner and watched a movie. 27 Dresses. The ending made me get a little teary. Memories, nostalgia. But I got over that when I got home and saw the mess left in my kitchen - yet again!

Sunday evening another friend asked me if I wanted to go see the RCMP Sunset Ceremony and Musical Ride. Well, uniformed men on horseback! In the red serge uniform. OF COURSE I went. I don't know how to work ALL the settings on my camera and consequently I have a lot of blurry pictures. Frustration no end! But I also have a couple of very nice photos too. I thought I had my video on during the pipers - but no sound of bagpipes anywhere on that set of images Roll the eyes!

The SU has been locked up in the spare room today. I don't call it *his* bedroom because I have a ton of stuff in there and go in there regularly.

I applied for a government organization and the first 'test" is a written test - two hours - sent to me by email and I answer at home within their time frame! Kinda cool. But it is only based on two out of about ten factors in the competition poster. No doubt they are looking at writing skills as well as the knowledge about finances and HR. Two of my *favourite* subjects - rolls eyes again. I've asked a friend to coach me on this section and hopefully I can get a good enough grade to screen up to the interview stage. Gotta love government hiring. It's so fair it's almost ridiculously unfair.

I figured I had to start applying for these managerial type positions. Becoming a single mother means I will need the cash! A lot of it to keep me in the lifestyle I want to live! Goodness knows the SU is going to come after me for child support if RJ chooses to live with him - I may as well do what I can to help myself.

Mindless messes.

Cake mania is numbing my mind. I lost two bakeries by not watching where I was saving files and now have to get back up to speed. I am doing better with that game than with Diner Dash at level 43! sigh.

I believe I forgot to log off one of my email accounts this morning Rebel was rushing me out the door to one of her appointments. OY! It was at least the least worrisome of the accounts and most of the good stuff is hidden away. Me? If the SU left files open - I'd be in there checking things out. HIM? I don't know if he cares enough or is curious enough to snoop or not.

I am told by my girls that the SU is off to visit his folks mid July. NO discussion with me at all about this. I have already told him my plans to go visit my dad in August. We need to ensure one of us is around to take Rebel to appointments. I have yet to hear official dates etc for his leaving town. I have though, set up a couple of dinner parties with people I haven't seen in some time and will have these while he is not around.

Had a call from a mediator yesterday. 8:30 AM. WHO calls people at that time of the morning? I mean REALLY! She was telling me that the SU is rarin to get going. AS IF! I told her I was off work on stress leave until mid July and that frankly, given all *we* had been through, I needed a mental break before starting up on this crap again. ( My personal plan was for late September) She had no idea what I was talking about. The SU - in his great communicator mode- neglected to inform said mediator about our recent ordeal with the REBEL. After I told her there was a couple of seconds of silence at the other end and she did say to me that when I was ready and not before would be just fine. Of course SU wants things done on his schedule while he is off work for the summer. That's nice. But too damn bad. I will not ruin my summer dealing with his needs or wants. He can wait and take time off work in the fall like the rest of us do. If he doesn't like this, well, I guess he can start without me.

It's the weekend. I have already cracked open a nice white zin for the evening! After my walk of course.

If truth be told.

I did NOTHING on Monday.
Nothing at all.
Well except for a quick trip into work for a bit of a job interview and then back home.

The Rebel's party went well. She had a great time with her friends. Too many of them are smokers and a few of them drink far too much . They were here for her though and that was the main thing. It was still surprising to me though how many of her so called close friends didn't come. These girls have issues - stupid issues and I found their excuses rather selfish in the end. I frankly think they all need some serious therapy time to get over what ever it is that is bothering them. As it was she had a good time and didn't seem too upset when certain girls didn't show up. I think she's well aware of their problems - such as they are.

Rebel Junior stuck around and her best friend came over. She seemed to enjoy herself as well. Rebel's friends are pretty stunned at how the RJ has *grown up.*

SU - did nothing to help. I didn't expect him to. I asked him to please pick up the birthday cake - which he did - whining about the $28 price tag as he put it on the table. Insert eye roll here. He then proceeded to go out to one of his young friends' house instead of sticking around for the evening. WHO does that? He usually plays hockey on Sunday - but didn't do that either. Some party I guess. And too bad for him.

One of the main local television stations has been following Rebel since the Heart Institute Telethon. One of their reporters knew about the birthday party that was two months post transplant. They came and did a story on Rebel which appeared on the late local news and again the next morning. I was interviewed along with Rebel and unfortunately they had the BF interviewed because she talked about her engagement. If I had known I might have been able to get them NOT to mention it, but I didn't realize she was going there. UGH! Probably better to not try and manipulate that stuff. It was all a good story except for the engaged part.




I have a new DS game. Cake Mania. If truth be told, I did nothing yesterday because I was baking cakes all day.

Can I Stand It?

Rebel showed up on our door step yesterday as did three of her friends. They all went out for dinner and took Rebel Junior with them. I am not sure if that's a good thing or not! It's nice they included her, but a 15 yr old young one with the 20+ girls is a little more than I need to deal with. They like her and the sisters are sort of getting along so that's a good thing.

This morning Rebel had tears because she feels her dad doesn't treat her well. She needs money and hates asking him. He is tight with his money because he's angry with her for how she is behaving and dealing with the BF. They are both upset and could use a facilitator to get them through. He, or course, would NEVER concede to facilitation - aka counseling, so I am not sure where this will go.

At scrap booking last night, I met a young woman who also had a bf 10 yrs older than her. She said he lasted 3 years, but that as she started going to school and meeting other people more at her intellectual level, she found that her much older bf and her didn't have a lot in common any longer. She also told me her dad HATED the bf, and wouldn't talk to him. her mother put up with him. HMMM it's all sounding familiar. One year nearly done, and perhaps two to go?

CAN I STAND IT?!?!?

My car has a flat tire Not Friday 13th related as it happened yesterday. I noticed it kind of deflating and meant to take it to the tire place and didn't get around to it. The SU told me it was flat. The tire store was closed, and Canadian Tire, when I tried calling them - kept putting me on hold or wouldn't respond to a simple phone question - "can I come in and get you to fix my tire?" SO.. the SU put the spare on my care and I drove off to scrapbook. As soon as I am done here, off I go to the *real* tire place to get the tire fixed.

Then I have to take the Rebel to the Heart Institute for her first MRSA clearance swab to see if she is clear of the infection finally.

She has blood tests first thing Monday morning before she takes her meds so no doubt she'll be sleeping here again, as the BF apparently now works across the river and I would suspect can't be bothered taking her to the Institute for her tests.

Fine by me I say.

Strategizing.

I went to see my counsellor today. I figured I had to do something to help me figure out how to get my life back on track. Things haven't changed at all with the SU, Rebel is going about her life as she chooses, Rebel Junior is also busy busy so I need to figure things out for myself.

With Rebel, I KNOW I can't control, manage or otherwise have a lot of input into her relationship with the BF. The counsellor suggested I strategize to be in charge rather than feel as if the BF is in charge. And in charge not as in control but be on top of things. So if the BF comes up in conversation my stance cannot include the words, should, must, would etc. But rather I need to state how I *feel* about it and to tell her that even though I may not be impressed or even very thrilled, I'll support her as best I feel I can. And somehow I will communicate this approach to the SU so he can try the same. I would like to spend more time with her- perhaps head down town to some cool place for lunch, a little shopping and leave the BF out of things. NO doubt he'll attempt to call her 20 times during any period they are apart- speaks to his insecurities, but I *will not* say anything to the girl.

Because we spent most of the time talking about these relationships and me bringing the C up to date on life *around* me, we didn't really talk about me. As she started to ask, the tears did start to flow a bit, but I wasn't ready for that conversation. So, I am gearing up for an intense session next week. A no mascara kind of hour I expect.

Have I mentioned I haven't had any real sex in about 5 years. I'm starting to really feel the *need* to do something about it! Even my dreams are edging on pornographic! I know so many women, who, even while separated go looking for sex with their EXs. I thought about this for a half a second and then smacked myself up the side of my head, took a cold shower and felt better - For Now!

What is that about?

It's been a quiet weekend. I haven't seen Rebel since she left the house on Friday for her doctor's appointment. No phone calls either. Nothing as she plays house with the BF. We did have to reach her as RJ was looking for the Play Station2 - something that is shared between both girls.. Turns out Rebel took it with her to the BF's apartment. The SU was fit to be tied. She said they needed it to watch a movie.

You have your computer I told her.
The screen isn't big enough.

I told her to get a DVD player and to please return the PS2 to the house asap as RJ was having a bunch of girls over and they wanted to do the Dance Dance Revolution. She suggested we come and pick it up where she was. I said GREAT Hang on I'll put your dad on the phone he is ready to head out there now. The thing is she doesn't want us anywhere near her BF's family on the other side of the river and we called her bluff. She had no argument. In the end, though she told us we'd get a PS2 to the house. The BF called his best buddy who lent us HIS PS2.

seriously!
What is that about?

I told him he shouldn't have done this and to take it up with his buddy, because now that I had his - he wouldn't get it back until ours was back in our basement where it belonged. He looked a little taken aback but no doubt he's beyond a PS2 and is into whatever the latest next thing is.

I still have a sore throat and a cough. I did see the doc on Friday who took a throat swab to make sure I didn't have a strep throat. She warned me that the cough and sore throat combo was popular this year and it did take some time to disappear. Great!

I have been walking every day so far. We are still on our 4 mile walk and seem to do it in about an hour as we vent over the day. The highlight is going by the fire station and catching the men as they wash the trucks or are firing up their barbecue. I swoon as I walk! I may have to take up some serious flirt action one of these days. No photos yet of the lads at the fire station, I will keep trying for appropriate action shots! Though this is taken on the path where we walk just BEHIND the fire station!

I wonder what my Meez over there on the side bar is reading. She keeps moving around that coach as if she is uncomfortable.... or something.

Friday F's...

...Follow-ups,

Fridges

and Friends.

Today is a follow up appointment for Rebel. She told me that her BF is taking her. WhatEvEr. So I am not going to go in spite of my need to be there to see how things are going. Given that she is considered "an adult" I don't have to be there and the hospital doesn't have to tell me anything either. I do know that she will have a lecture from the doc about not keeping on track with her physio appointments. And the BF will be blasted as well. It's best I not be there for a change. The girl and I had another round about BF's attitude. They both keep trying to blame me and SU for BF's behaviour about not being *comfortable* in our home. I bit down on my tongue and quietly told her my perspective - It's OUR house, you are OUR daughter, and it's up to BF to impress us. WE don't have to do anything to impress him. If he chooses to ignore US in OUR home, that says more about HIS behaviour and attitude than it does about US. If he EVER expects US to think differently, then it is up to HIM to ACT differently rather than acting like a petulant child. Rebel then told me she didn't want to discuss him any longer. I shut up and didn't say anything else.

Now that she is done with the antibiotics and doesn't have a home care nurse to see at our home daily, I don't expect to see much of her. I've decided to report the BF to the health dept because he is using a health card for one province while he lives in another province. This is illegal behaviour. The daughter has to understand the implications of this deceptive behaviour and the consequences for it. She won't ever know it's me - unless she reads this blog and don't believes she knows it's here.

SU is freaking out over my fridge changes telling me "it doesn't work." I told him I spent more than a few hours cleaning and organizing, and if he didn't like it - he was welcome to revise. I am done! My money is on the fact that he will. Good for him. I really don't care, but I am not spending another hour of my time playing in the fridge when I'd rather play at other things!

And RJ - Rebel Junior is having some friends sleep over tomorrow evening. One of her friend's moms doesn't want the kids in her house. Silly mother - so I said OF COURSE they can all sleep over here. What mother wouldn't want her kid in the house with her friends? I don't get that at all.

It's expected to be rainy, hot and humid weekend. The A/ C is firing on all cylinders!

Oh... and I've started a walking programme with a friend. Me for stress relief and she to lose 50 pounds! I will take a leaf from Lily's blog and take my camera once in awhile to show off the beautiful trails we walk along. I did 6000 steps yesterday. I haven't figure out how to convert that to kilometers on my fancy schmancy pedometer yet.


Happy Friday Friends!