Him, too? Did I win some whacked out "ex" lottery or what?

"Ex" marks the spot...

First, it was Paul (ex-landlord), emailing me out of the clear blue sky; now it's Saon (ex-boyfriend) calling me out of the clear blue sky. He was sitting in his car in the parking lot of a WalMart waiting for his girlfriend, her mother and the g/f's niece to be regurgitated out the door (because we all know that once you enter a WalMart store, it's like being swallowed. It happens to my son Jeff on a daily basis).

What next? My ex husband Jon calling me for no reason? That would complete the "Ex" trifecta.

Maybe Larry was right. Maybe I do need to know what "ex" equals after all.

cowboy, I don't want you to become an "ex" anything to me.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Now that I've survived spring break, it's back to the academic grind

And found out that my version of Word (2007, that came with my computer) is not compatible with the computers at school. When I tried to print my extra credit essay this morning, I got gibberish instead of words! So I couldn't turn it in this morning.

However, my English professor is allowing me to turn it in late when I explained to her what had happened. I hope I can still get the extra credit points for it.

Now I have to work on the biography essay. The rough draft is due Wednesday, and the final draft is due Friday.

Friday is Jeff's 21st birthday. At least I will not be staying up all night to see if he comes home sober. Jeff has no real interest in drinking. He's gotten all the good things from his dad. Jeff is the man I wish Jon had been. Sadly, Jon will never be able to hold a candle to his any of his sons.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

How to make an ex-boyfriend jealous without even trying

This has a lot to do with my voice mail and a little bit of (unintentional) payback.

Saon called me on Saturday while I was out running errands. He left a message implying that he was more than a little pissed off about something in my outgoing message.

Specifically, the word "we".

Part of the outgoing message says: "you have reached (phone number). We are not available to take your call..."

I recorded it that way on purpose. It's not meant to make anyone mad.

So I called Saon back and the first thing he asks me is "Who is we?"

I told him there is no we, that I recorded it that way on purpose. There is no other specific person that "we" refers to.

We chit chat for a minute or two, then he says he has to go, and that he'll call me back in half an hour.

I hang up, give him an hour, because I know he's not going to call back. Then I go out and finish my errands. If he calls back, he calls back.

Of course, he didn't call back, and that's just fine by me. Does he think I'm going to sit by the phone, or alter my plans for the day waiting for him? If he does think that, he's very much mistaken.

The funny thing is, I almost asked one of my two older sons, or one of my male friends, to record that message for me. That I know would have sent Saon into orbit if I had done that.

He's shacking up with some chick, so why in the hell is he all bent out shape over the word "we" in my outgoing message?

And that, dear readers, is how to make an ex-boyfriend jealous without really trying.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

What part of "Don't call me in the middle of the night" didn't he understand?

If you had spoken to me around midnight, I wouldn't have been in such a great mood. For once, I fell right asleep after I went to bed.

Then Saon ruined it all.

Shortly before midnight, the phone rings. Thinking it might be family, I got out of bed and went into the living room to get the phone.

When I saw the number on caller ID, I didn't even bother to answer.

I told him the last time I spoke with him that because of my school schedule, I won't be taking calls at all hours of the day and night. I know that he's driving the cab now and all hours of the day and night are his working hours, but I need to get a lot of rest if I'm going to have a fighting chance of doing well in my classes.

He didn't leave a message either. So, if he's pissed that I didn't answer, too f'n bad.

Now, I'm all dragged out, everything hurts (or it seems like it does), and all I want to do when I get home is take a nap.

Unless someone happens to drop by... then I'll take a nap.
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We finally did my birthday dinner on Saturday. I wanted to go to the Texas Roadhouse, but when we got there, there had been a fire in the restaurant, and they were closed for a while so they could clean up.

When asked my second choice, I just said Outback, for lack of anywhere else to go. And, off we went.

And it was very nice. Amalia gave me a bracelet she made with my name on it. Mom gave me money, and Daniel gave me a gift card from WalMart. Jeff had already bought me a TV. Tori and Dean were going to get me something else for the house. Probably a coffeemaker.

I could use a couch and a real bed, though. Even more than a coffeemaker.
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I might be able to actually pay for my books and tuition soon. I finally got a copy of my 2005 return in the mail on Saturday, and I hotfooted it over to the Financial Aid office at school this morning. I should know something within two weeks.

Hell, I've waited all this time, two more weeks won't kill me.


Talk soon?


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The more things change...

the more they... you probably know the rest.

I'm in Edmond, at the library here, checking my email and other stuff since my computer (still at Mom's house) is barely hanging on to life (I can get to my Word files and a few pics, but that's it. No internet...).

Mom did go to the doctor at long last. My sister went with her and asked all the right questions I guess, because Mom got a check up, some new breathing meds, and a follow-up appointment for six weeks from now.

When I got here last night, Pinky was so happy to see me that I thought she was going to wag that little stumpy tail right off her butt! She's so not going to understand the the scent of the service-dog-in-training I met at the post office. She seems to think if I'm around other animals, that I'm "cheating" on her.

My cats were the same way, so I guess it's not just a "dog" or "cat" thing.

I talked to the ex hubby this morning. He really should quit telling me that he's going to do something for me if he has no intention of doing so. Of course, it has to do with money, and as his M.O., is pleading poverty after I called him on the fact that he said he'd do something for me.

Silly Stef, you never learn, do you, grrl? Isn't this one of the reasons you're no longer married to the guy (among many).

And the storm is still coming... oh. joy. Now it's lots of ice on the roads and a little snow. In November when the last time this happened, it was lots of snow with a healthy layer of ice underneath.

I better get what I need while I'm up here in Edmond, because I'm not going to venture out anywhere for the next 4 days once I get back to my apartment this evening.

At least, I did get some things done today.

Go me... :)


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--