Welcome to the Abandonedland...

Sorry guys, for not updating.

Three cookies and a wet tounge kiss, for whoever guesses what song/band this entry's title comes from.

K, my dad left tonight. Well, not left, perse, he's still in NJ, staying at the Wyndham up in Newark, by the airport. His slut is coming to visit tonight, and probably stay with him tomorrow. He says he's departing on the 20th, but his itinerary says the 21st...Not that I'm supposed to know that, or anything.

Since I haven't blogged in AGES, I have all these fragmenty weird thoughts zooming around in my skull. I don't even know where to start, honestly.

I love my father, and I miss him when he's not here, but living with the guy for 2+ weeks in an exersise in patience, and tolerance. I really like hanging around the house in my underwear. I like drinking on weekends (not that I had to tell YOU GUYS that), etc. He listens to the TV really loud all the time, and I hate the TV in general. I hate noise, too. I'd be playing WoW or TS2 or something, and get up to pee, and I come back to him planted in my chair, game minimized, guffawing to some forwarded email joke. You get the idea. I like my privacy, I like my peace. I'm muy territorial about My Chair.

No time to read any blogs. Didn't want him to get curious and go a'snoopin. He saw me reading Adam's and grilled me about the idea of blogging, why, how, where...and if I did it. I gracefully ignored that last bit, and closed out of blogs, vowing not to open one more in his presence. Some of you guys are linked here, etc...I would be unhappy if my sanctity got destroyed. So, please don't feel like I've been neglecting anyone, you know how it is, though.

We're nearly done with the house. The loan should be closed out by the first week in December. The house is fully functioning, and livable. Electric, gas, water. All the appliances are installed and in place. We even have *gasp* a coffee maker in there. Joe's just gotta get his burned out ass in there and do a few more final shits, and we're good to go. Naturally, he's still of the attitude "we're not doing anything till we get paid" He's gonna get brought up short, though, when Graff deducts all the stuff they didn't do, off the final check. It's gonna be more than half of the final draw. Hah. Screw them.

My mom is going away for a week, leaving tomorrow at the crack of dawn. She's gonna be gone for Thanksgiving, and that sorta sucked. I was planning on hosting a family dinner at her house, and cooking etc. Then it was just gonna be the three of us. Quiet, but I have free reign to cook what I want, how I want (none of that "Tom doesn't like garlic, so he won't eat the potatoes...Earl can't eat onions so leave that out of the stuffing...oh...you put WHAT in the cranberries?! I'm not eating that" bullshit.) BUUUUT...my favorite Aunt in the whole entire universe just emailed me, saying "Heard your mom was leaving, wanna come down here and spend it with us?" Her, her brother, and mother, and their dogs. AWESOME. I get to bring food (which they love anything I cook, so I have free reign, still) so that'll solve my total urge to cook. We get AWESOME company, I really love them so much. Perfect way for things to turn out, as far as I'm concerned.

We found out that the mister's criminal white trash stepfamily has been stealing our mail, and cashed a very large check coming to us from the mortgage company (to the tune of $2,585.00). We have our lawyer, the town police, and the county prosecuter on the jobby. I have faith that that super mega mega bitch stepmother of his has finally conned her last con, and shot herself in the foot (that's a lot of money to be thievin).

K. I think I'm done. For now. Oh there's more, believe me. My fingers are tired.