Monday Morons: Another Update on the Violin a** Woman

Before I get into that, I have a smaller Monday Moron story. Yesterday I was out at Target's (cause yesterday they had the 90% off Halloween clearance stuff), and while I was out I also stopped at Walmart and got a couple of Rubbermaid Takealongs (not that they were particularly on sale, but I thought that I might never get a chance to buy more of them).

A moment of silence to mourn the passing of the Rubbermaid Takealongs.

Anyway, I was at the self checkout thing. If you've never used the self checkout thing, it is a place where you scan what you want to buy yourself, without a cashier, and a computer screen shows you how much each item costs, and then you put the scanned item in a bag. The bagging area is weight sensitive, and if you don't bag the item, or you try to put something in the bag that you didn't scan, the computer won't let you continue scanning items and you have to get an employee to help you. The computer will also ask you things like START, FINISH, TYPE OF PAYMENT, etc...

Unfortunately, in my area we are usually asked if we want to continue in Spanish.

But anyway, you have to look at this computer screen, and at the beginning it says something like WELCOME VALUED CUSTOMER, and then you either press start or just start scanning stuff. If the screen says something else, like there is a list of items, or maybe it says PLEASE TAKE YOUR CHANGE, then it isn't your turn yet, cause someone else is still using the thing.

And it would usually be obvious that someone is still using the thing, cause the person using the things is usually standing right there. Though I suppose that someone could still be using the thing and not standing right in that spot, cause maybe they moved a few feet away to add a magazine or gum or a magazine. If there is not someone standing right there, and it doesn't look like someone is a few feet away getting gum, then maybe someone changed their mind and just left, and you have to get help from an employee.

But usually it is just a matter of waiting your turn, waiting for the person ahead of you get her change and her receipt and collect her purchases and move away. Then you have to wait for the computer screen to think about it for a moment before it is ready for a new customer. And, if the previous customer is really slow, the computer screen says it is ready for a new customer, but you still have to wait for the previous customer to get out of the way before you start scanning things. If you start scanning things with the previous customer still there, and her bags are still there, then the computer will think that you are trying to steal something.

Pretty obvious stuff.

Besides, it is just rude to start scanning stuff before the previous customer leaves. Sure, put stuff down and get ready to scan it, but you can't actually scan anything until the previous customer leaves and the computer is ready for a new customer.

So I am at Walmart waiting for my receipt, and this guy comes up and starts trying to scan sodas. And I'm still standing there, and the computer isn't ready for a new customer. It is still going through stuff like PLEASE TAKE YOUR CHANGE and all that.

And the guy just keeps trying to scan his sodas.

Even if the guy is too stupid to wait look up at the computer screen and see if something is wrong, can he not see me standing there?

The guy looked older than me, and I didn't want to hang around and try to teach him to act like a grownup.

Whatever.

Anyway, what I really wanted to tell you about....

Quite a while back I wrote a post about a former friend. The former friend did really bad things and then ended up dumping his wife for a woman half his age, after he and he and his wife lost their youngest son. For more on the story, read this and this.

I hadn't heard much about them lately, but over the weekend I heard a bit. After the new wife decided to try to have a baby with another man, the former friend didn't want to be married to her anymore. But, her friends and family tried to smooth things over with them, and they didn't immediately get a divorce.

Anyway, she lost her job, because a lot of other people at her place of employment just refused to work with her anymore. So now she doesn't have a job, and she isn't the mother of an American baby. If she's no longer the wife of an American man, there's no reason she should be allowed to stay in this country.

And then the former friend also lost his job. I've heard different stories about this, but whatever the reason, he doesn't have a job, and his younger wife doesn't have a job, so he isn't going to have any money, place to stay, etc....

His mommy doesn't like the new wife.

I don't know where the new wife is staying, but after losing his job, the former friend had to move in with his mommy.

Did I mention that the former friend is in his sixties?

So the former friend, now in his sixties, is having to move in with his mommy, and she doesn't like his new wife and won't have her around. In fact, she dislikes the new wife so much that she has not only offered him a place to stay in her home, but if he will divorce the woman, his mommy will buy him a car.

I have heard that she is so sure this will get rid of the new wife, that she already bought the car and it is now in mommy's garage.

I'm not sorry that the former friend lost his job. I'm not sorry that the former friend has split up with his younger wife.

I am sorry that he's now going to get free rent and a new car out of the deal.

Post 300--Monday Morons--A message for homewrecking sluts

This post isn't for the Homewrecking-slut in particular, just homewrecking sluts in general. If I were to write something specifically for her, I'd have to write something even longer, because she did even more stupid things that what I've addressed here.

First, a few points

If a man says that his wife doesn't understand him
A. He is not making himself understood,
B. Misunderstood of not, he is still married and off-limits, and
C. It is none of your damn business.

If a man says that he and his wife just don't have the relationship that they used to
A. There's at least a fifty percent chance that it's his fault,
B. Regardless of how their relationship has changed, he is still married and off-limits, and
C. It is none of your damn business.


If a man says that he and his wife are only staying together for the children and/or financial reasons, and that they have an understanding
A. You have only his word for it, and his wife may be totally unaware that this is even being suggested,
B. Regardless of why they are staying together, he is still married and off-limits, and
C. It is none of your damn business.


If a man says that he and his wife will be getting a divorce anyway
A. Unless you heard it from both of them, you have no reason to believe that is true,
B. Even if they do get a divorce later they are not divorced now, he is still married and off-limits, and
C. It is none of your damn business.


Next, a few questions

If you convince a man to cheat on his wife, or even leave his wife, what is in it for you? If after you are done with him he is the type of person who will abandon the person he promised to love and be with forever, why would you want him? If he will leave his wife for a slut, what makes you think he would honor any commitment he makes to the slut? After he's left his wife, what's the big deal about leaving you?

Now that you have gotten this man to leave his wife (or given her a good reason to leave him), do you realize that a.) there is now one less "good one" out there who isn't gay, and b.) you now have now increased the number of "the competition" by one? And do you realize that the added competition is probably a better person than you?

What is the point of saying "he would have cheated anyway"? You don't know that. And who else would he have cheated with? For the most part they can only cheat with people who are stupid and immoral enough to go along with it because "he would have cheated anyway". There are some cheaters who lie and say that they are not married, but that sort of thing can usually be avoided by taking the time to get to know a person first. People get all kinds of nonsense in their heads, but this particular bit of nonsense needs a partner, so this wouldn't happen if you were a decent person.

What part of he's married do you not understand? He's married. He has an exclusive contract with another person. What difference does it make that you have might have "feelings" for him? Why do you get it into your head that your feelings matter? The wife has feelings too. And she also has that exclusive contract.

And it's not just a regular contract, they're a family. They're not roommates, they're not just a couple of people who decided to hang out together until something better came along, they're a family. You've decided to do something to break up a family. What makes you think that you have the right to do that?


And one final thought.

This is forcing an unwanted sex act on someone else. If you do this you're no better than a rapist, and you should get the same treatment as the other rapists. If you have any sense, you wouldn't do this. Otherwise you'll spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder, wondering if this is the day that you'll get what you deserve.

That's about it.

Have a nice day.

Post 299

I didn't forget that it's Friday. Freaky Friday will take a break this week. I will just have to do a longer one next week. Again, there's been too much activity this week to keep up with all of it. Mostly, that's due to a lot of people looking for Cloverfield stuff. And then some of it was due to my taking a few days off.

Anyway, I can't do both Freaky Friday and a catch up post. I only have this one post left before the long awaited 300th. And I want the 300th to be on a Monday. It would have been this past Monday, but I was getting some stuff done so that I could go to Shreveport. And I didn't want to post the 300th right before I was going to be in Shreveport.

So I went to Shreveport for a bit. My husband worked there Tuesday. I had thought about going with him earlier, but decided I didn't want to be gone unless it was only a day or two. When the schedule was changed so that he only worked Tuesday, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. Maybe if I just get away from here for a day or so I'll feel better.

I can't say that I really feel much better. But I can say that if I'd have stayed here instead of going I'd have felt worse. I was spending too much time in bed doing nothing. Spending a day in a motel bed watching cable TV is a different thing entirely. I get a bit of knitting done, and I relax some. I can't relax here, cause there's always something else I really should be doing that never seems to get done.

The house is an even bigger mess than it was. I emptied the storage unit. I had only meant to have it for two or three months, and I think now it has been more than six. I decided that if I hadn't missed the stuff in six months, it was probably safe to throw most of it away. And that's what I meant to do, throw most of it away. Saturday I got out most of the stuff I wanted, and Sunday he picked up his bike. I thought the rest of it could be left behind.

Not that I'd really just leave it there for someone else to deal with. I'm not that kind of person. I went back Monday to start throwing the stuff out. Only I found a few more things that I meant to keep.

Wednesday I found a few more things. And then it gets to the point where you reach into a box just to get this one thing, and then you see all this other stuff in the box. Oh, I forgot about that. So then it's a lot of trouble to stand there and sort through the box, so I ended up taking the whole box to sort out at home. So if I meant to pick up just four little things, I end up taking home four boxes of little things. And then I had to make like four more trips, cause there was still stuff to throw away. And each time I ended up bringing home a few more boxes of stuff to sort through.

That last trip I really did have to just throw stuff away. Only the dumpster wasn't really in a good place near my unit. After dragging that stuff to the dumpster, I felt a twinge in my neck, and I didn't go back for that last box of stuff that needed to be taken out. But it was just that one last box, and it wasn't even a heavy box, so maybe they will forgive me.

I found all sorts of weird things in the unit. How did that get there?

I found a six pack of Dublin Dr. Pepper. I can't imagine why I would have put that in storage. I think that I was going to give it to a friend and had to hide it from my husband, and then I took the box to the unit by mistake.

I found a lot of books. The funny thing was finding a condom in with a box of books. Last year there was so much make-up sex, and we bought more condoms last year than we have in our almost twenty year relationship. We would go to the grocery store and buy condoms while we were there, and then later we would try to remember if we'd bought condoms earlier, so we'd buy some more at another place just to be on the safe side. There were packages of condoms in nearly every room, condoms in my makeup case, condoms in every piece of luggage, etc.... So there are condoms that turn up in weird places. The really funny thing about this one was that it was unwrapped. All sorts of odd images pop into my mind. Surely we didn't pack half a box of books, suddenly decide to have sex, unwrap a condom, and then change our minds and go back to packing books and stuff. Maybe one time we were in such a hurry to have sex that the condom went flying out of our hands and was lost? Were we playing around one day and deliberately started flinging condoms across the room?

There were about a dozen things of soup in the little microwaveable containers, but they were hidden under a couple of pairs of shoes. We always have stuff like that in the van, in case my husband has to go out of town suddenly he'll have soup and maybe peanut butter and crackers. If he doesn't feel like going out, he won't starve. But this stuff had been in the storage unit so long it had gone out of date.

I found a bunch of school stuff from about 2003. I realize that I don't need most of that, but I would have liked to keep some of it anyway, if I could have gotten it organized. So now I've finally thrown most of it away. I'm still hanging on to a bit of it. And some of it is notes on stories that I wrote for class. I can't find the completed stories now, so I'd better keep the notes just in case I have to rewrite them.

I took Russian classes. I can't speak Russian, but for about six months I could type Russian. I finally tossed that out. I couldn't read any of it.

There are more books. Some of these books are going to be sold to Half Price Books. It's too bad there isn't a Half Price Stuff that would pay you a little bit for all the stuff you end up not wanting. I could box up the odd pieces of Tupperware that I don't even use anymore cause it doesn't store well with the Rubbermaid stuff. And they could have some Christmas decorations that I ended up not using. And I have this toaster oven that's just in my way now. And I bought an ice tea maker at a garage sale and then didn't even use it. I haven't made waffles since we've been in this house. There's all this stuff that I don't want to actually throw away, and I suppose I should give it to Goodwill, but I don't want to. But selling it, even for just a little bit, that would be different somehow. I can't have a garage sale myself, and I'm trying to decide how much of this stuff should stay here until the club has their sale.

Yesterday, I went to art class, only it was cancelled. My teacher was sick. For so reason, the school refuses to put on sign on the door. So you just wait around until you see someone else coming to class, and one of you waits by the door while the other goes to get someone to officially say that there's no class today. So the teacher is usually there at nine, and the class officially starts at ten. I got there at about 9:30. Another student got there just as I did and found that the door was locked. She announced that it was freezing, which it wasn't really, and ran off, leaving me with her stuff. She didn't say where she was going or please watch my stuff or anything. She just left. So I'm just standing by the door with my stuff and her stuff. I should just take my stuff back to my car and then go to the other building and try to find out what's going on. But I don't feel like I can do that with the other student's stuff still next to the door. At about 9:45 another student comes, and she says she'll stay with the stuff until 10 if I want to leave. While we are discussing the situation, someone comes with a key to let us in, but tells us not to get our stuff out. Class is cancelled, she's just there for a few minutes to pass around a sign-in sheet. We're not allowed to stay in the lab without the teacher, unless they hire a babysitter, which they did not.

This made me mad, but I've gotten used to this sort thing from them, and it didn't cause me any particular problems, so I didn't make a scene this time. Another student is quite convinced that this will ruin the piece she's working on. A couple of weeks work and almost fifty pounds of clay, all probably for nothing. By next Tuesday the piece will have dried too much and start to crack. If you've planned to do something on Thursday, sometimes you absolutely have to do whatever it is on Thursday, or the whole thing is ruined. But they still won't hire anyone to keep the lab open when the teacher is ill.

So I am debating whether or not I should drive over there today. He said that he was going to be there, but if he was sick on Thursday and sick on Wednesday, might he still be sick on Friday. And even if he comes in for class, he might not stay for "office hours", and I don't think I want to waste my time and gas for maybe getting to work two hours. Maybe I should just accept that this week has been a waste of time and not worry about it.

Back to trying to sort through the junk. Here's some stuff from when I first learned that I was going to get a divorce. Emails from him. Emails from the Homewrecking-Slut. Me asking her to stay away while we deal with our business, and her refusing. We're considering getting a divorce for no other reason than she is a slut who won't go away and mind her own business. She knows we're still in love and that we never stopped being in love and that before her we weren't even fighting much less talking of divorce, she knows he's only even talking to her because he's mentally ill, and she doesn't care. I need to see a doctor, but I don't have any money. She's determined to make the worst time of our lives into a vacation. I can't see a doctor, but they're going to take a tour of Texas.

That's all stuff that I would like to be rid of, but I have to keep it. And here's stuff from the lesbian he was going to leave me for years before that. But I didn't know at the time. At the time I had a job and money in the bank and no debt, and while it would have upset me to learn what he was planning, I would have gladly shown him the door and been done with him. I'm not sure what he thought was going to happen with a lesbian. Did he think that her girlfriend was going to let him move in with them? Did he think that they were just pretending to be lesbians? Anyway, if I had known back then he would have been out of my life a lot sooner and with a lot less pain. And accept for getting him to sign over the apartment, I wouldn't have had to ask him for anything. But now everything is different.

Here are a bunch of old Christmas cards from people I don't even remember. That's not so strange. A lot of other people go overboard with the whole Christmas card thing. I usually don't. But here are cards that I meant to send, signed and sealed and ready to go, but no postage. Only I don't recognize some of these names either. Who did I care enough about to buy Christmas cards for, but now I can't even remember who they were?

Here are a zillion little things like postcards. We were very happy together. I don't want this stuff anymore, but it's hard to get rid of it. If it's damaged I throw it away, otherwise it goes back into a box. Here's a book he bought for me back when I was seventeen. It's damaged. I shouldn't keep it anyway.

I hate this house. It's home, but right now I hate it. I loved the apartment, but I couldn't take him whining about moving. So, we moved here, and he wasn't willing to do the work that needed to be done. Less than a year later, he's whining about moving again, but we're not moving. We took my mother's money cause he just had to move here. I'm never moving again unless he pays back my mother's money. I told him once we moved that was it, so he shouldn't be in such a hurry. But he didn't listen and was surprised that I was trying to make long term plans for the place. He kept talking nonsense about Maine and London. The Homewrecking-Slut lives near London.

I hate this house when I am by myself. When he is here he does things that upset me about 75% of the time he is awake. I am in limbo again, and I hate it, and I can't really decide anything until March. Either way, I'll still live here. And I hate it.

Since I managed to get the stuff out of the storage unit, we have money to pay the rent this month. My husband had been out of work for more than two weeks, and since he has been back to work he hasn't made any commission to speak of. That's pretty much all of the money that we'll have for about two weeks. After that we will have to pay both car payments, so we won't have much money to spare then either. This is really starting to suck. I can't waste gas. I can't buy more clay or any other art supplies. I can't go out to dinner with my friends tomorrow. I'm not even going to drive over to the bookstore to see them. They'll try to talk me into going with them, just have a sandwich or a salad or something. Or someone will offer to loan me some money. But really, I shouldn't even drive over there. It will take too much gas.

I can't think of anything that I want to make for the sixth project in ceramics class. We're supposed to find some common object in the house and copy it. People copy lamps and shoes and such. I'm trying to get rid of stuff in the house, and I'm really not in the mood to make useless copies.

My husband will be gone today and tomorrow. It shouldn't bother me. Somehow it does. We briefly toyed with the idea of my going with him again. Today could have been spent on another motel bed watching cable TV while knitting. But tomorrow I wouldn't have the motel room, so what would I do? Spend the day at the mall? Not a good way to save money. I'm stuck here instead.

I could ramble on like this for a long time. But I really need to stop now. I should sort through some more of those boxes before the trash collection tomorrow.

Monday Morons--Problems with links

Okay, so if you've been reading for a long time you already know about the Homewrecking-Slut, and possibly you also know about the Bimbo's Friend. They started out as bloggers who read my husband's blog. According to my husband, Bimbo's Friend was the interesting one. The other one decided it was okay to go after my husband and break up our family just because he asked for her email address. I don't think that this is normal. Hundreds of people have asked for my email address, and I have asked for the email addresses of a lot of people, and I can only think of maybe two who have gotten into their heads that I'm supposed to have sex with them afterwards. If I were expected to have sex with everyone I exchanged emails with, I just wouldn't have time to breathe. (And of course I only have the email address of one person with whom I have had sex.)

A bit after all of that, I started this blog. To be honest, I started blogging a.) to annoy the Homewrecking-Slut, and b.) to get my husband to see how hurtful it was to me that he continued to blog. The bit about annoying the Homewrecking-Slut didn't work out the way I'd planned, because as soon as she saw what I was going to do she made her blog private.

More than a year ago, I wrote this post about someone hacking into my husband's eBay account. It was a bit annoying, but since I really didn't want him doing the eBay stuff anymore, from my point of view it was actually a bit funny. My husband didn't notice it at first, because he'd almost given up the eBay stuff anyway. Later, I wrote this post, after someone hacked into my husband's blog. Again, we didn't notice the problem at first, and from my point of view it was more funny than anything else. I figured that either the Homewrecking-Slut (or someone working on her behalf) must have done the hacking, at least on the blog. It didn't make sense for anyone else to have done it, unless it was for a joke, and you'd think that someone else would have taken credit for it if that were the case. My husband has few friends, and we can't think of one who would have found that funny.

So the Homewrecking-Slut either doesn't have a blog anymore, or at least the one that she had is no longer open for public viewing. Bimbo's Friend also has a blog. In fact Bimbo's Friend had her blog first, and probably the Homewrecking-Slut just got a blog to copy her friend. Bimbo's Friend still has a blog that the public can view, though she doesn't do much with it anymore. They both just seemed to lose interest in blogging after the incident with the Homewrecking-Slut. Neither of them apologized our anything, they just didn't post very much after that.

But I kept reading when they did post something, just in case they posted something that I needed to know. That's only happened a very few times, but then I guess I kept reading just to keep up with the soap opera.

I somehow got it into my head that Bimbo's Friend was a nicer person who had better morals than the Homewrecking-Slut, and it seemed like for a while she had interesting things to write about. Or maybe I had it in my head that she had more morals just because she didn't go after my husband, and maybe I just thought she had something interesting to say because my husband thought she was more interesting than the Homewrecking-Slut. Anyway, there's not much interesting going on now. Mostly it's just the "nobody cares what you had for lunch" type stuff. (You know, dumb stuff like I write when I'm not writing a regular feature or something more interesting, minus the regular feature and more interesting stuff.) People have all but stopped leaving comments, so maybe I'm the only one still reading the soap opera. Well, that's to be expected, since she did let the star of the show go. She brought him back for a bit, but by then most of us has switched to a different soap opera. (The other soap opera I was reading has recently been canceled, or is at least on hiatus, but that's another story for another time.) She occasionally blogs about threesomes with her ex, and now threesomes with strangers, but somehow it just isn't the same.

Anyway, a very few times Bimbo's Friend has just sort of waved at me in her blog. She just sort of says, "Yes, I'm reading your blog, and I don't like it." I'd thought she wasn't reading my blog anymore, that she had better things to do, but I was wrong. I mean, reading her blog became part of my routine for a specific reason (though to be honest without the soap opera aspect I probably wouldn't check it as often.) So a while back there was a wave. She's read my blog and mentioned something about it that she doesn't like. Other times when she has done this it mostly has been to address something I said about either her or the Homewrecking slut. But this time it had absolutely nothing to do with her, she just mentioned that she didn't like it, and she doesn't know why anyone would put something like that in their blog. So last week she started her post by describing the Freaky Friday feature and saying that the blogger who writes it is an idiot, etc....

Really, to be fair, I can't take credit for having the idea of the Freaky Friday posts. I saw something like it on someone else's blog, and I just thought that it was really funny. He didn't seem to mind that I stole his idea, so I kept doing it. And some of my readers thought it was funny, so I maybe kept doing it sometimes when I wasn't really in the mood and didn't have the time and energy to write anything particularly funny.

So about a week ago I noticed some problems. For one thing, the tracker seemed to stop working for a while. Now I know that whenever something goes wrong like that I shouldn't automatically assume that the Homewrecking-Slut or her friend had something to do with it (except that it does appear that they've done other stuff like that before). And it wasn't my first thought, or my second thought, or even my third thought. But then on Bimbo's Friend's blog, there's that mention of the particular thing that I am having trouble with, right at the same time.

Anyway, a more likely explanation is that I've somehow caused the tracker problem myself. I recently tried to make a few changes to my blog and add some links and such. Some of the links don't seem to work. In fact, for a while there very few of the new links seemed to work.

So that sucks a bit.

Like I said before, I did originally start this blog to annoy the Homewrecking-Slut, and to show my husband how hurtful his blogging was. The first part of the plan didn't work out the way it was supposed to after the Homewrecking-Slut made her blog private. As for my husband figuring out how hurtful it is, he still doesn't get it, and now I don't care enough to try to get him to understand. I have a few readers who are amused by my blog, but mostly I don't write much of it for them. There's stuff that I wrote in the blog but never published, and there's stuff that I did publish but buried it somewhere that my readers would be unlikely to find it. But I mainly kept the blog going for me, to have a little fun, to let a friend know what's going on around here, and just to sort of keep track of things. So it's a bit frustrating when I add some links and try to make the blog better for me, and then it doesn't work the way I hoped it would.

As I write this, my husband has all but ordered champagne because he was mentioned on something called Fark. I have no use for anything like that, but is it too much to expect that links actually work? Possibly it was a simple error on my part and maybe it can be fixed.

So while I'm not getting my blog to do what I want it to do now, maybe I can go back to getting it to do what I wanted it for back then. I'm told that my blog used to be the number one Google search for Homewrecking-Slut. Seeing that I have not had time or interest in writing about her recently, I have slipped so far from the number one spot that I am no longer even on the first ten pages. Maybe I should write a post using "Homewrecking-Slut" a hundred times. Or maybe I can ask all of my readers to write that in the comments.

Interesting that "Homewrecking-Slut" does not get counted on the blog-rating site. I think maybe it just doesn't recognize the world. Just regular sluts get counted just fine.

Monday Morons--Homewreckingsluts

Well, possibly this is not the best place to put this, but it caught my attention a while back and I decided to blog about it. I guess Monday is as good a day as any.

No, it's not about her.

So about this time last year I was thinking about the problem of a particular Homewrecking-slut, and I was thinking that I'm not the first person to ever have to deal with such a person. And I was thinking that in this day and age there should be a website about it. So I was looking around, and I Googled homewreckingslut, and I found what I was looking for.

Or, at least, I found what probably had been what I was looking for. I think it was like getrevengeonyourex.com but when I found it there wasn't much going on. Now some of the really important stuff was still there, like a link that helped you find a divorce lawyer or counseling and stuff like that. But I didn't go there to find a lawyer, I went to read about what other women had done to other home-wrecking sluts. (I guess I just wanted to know if what I was thinking about was totally off the wall, or if maybe someone else had a better suggestion.) Anyway, except for the find a lawyer link, almost everything that I clicked on took me to a picture of a spray-painted car and a sign that says they'll be back soon. Well, in the real world places close down once in a while for repairs and improvements and such, so I suppose that the same sort of thing happens with websites. So I'd check back once in a while, but that was all I ever saw there.

After a while I had better things to do, and I didn't check as often. And then I didn't check for several months. And then I couldn't find the website. And then back in March the domain name became available, so I guess the ladies that ran the website didn't have time for it anymore.

So now there is a new website at Homewreckingsluts.com, only that one is...well...just a bunch of sluts. I guess that they sell adult videos. I haven't looked past the first page, so I don't know for sure.

So that was a bit of a disappointment. I don't know what happened to the ladies who ran the original website. I hope that they are okay and just didn't have time for it anymore because they are off enjoying their lives.

Things I found while cleaning

So I've been trying to do some cleaning this weekend, and I decided that it was finally time to take everything out of the car. So I've found some interesting things, mostly in the car.

I found two non-working calculators. One of them was actually melted.

I found some kind of tool, still sealed in the box. It's rather like a Dremel, but cheaper. I have been looking for the thing, and I remember buying the thing. But if I bought it for something specific I do not remember, and I don't even remember what I meant to do with it the last time I was looking for it.

I found a copy of an email sent to me by the Homewrecking-slut last year. I should post that sometime. There were a lot of things I hoped that she might be sending me, like she misunderstood the situation and thought that we were getting a divorce anyway and now that she knew better she would back off so we could go to counseling. And then there were more practical things that I thought she might be sending me to get me to not try to drag out the divorce, like a promise that they were not going to go on a bunch of vacations and such until he paid what he owed me, or that she might even be offering me some money herself to help things. But for some reason she decided to send me this letter trying to convince me that my marriage wasn't suddenly over because he'd found some slut from London who was constantly talking to him about sex and offering to let him live in London with her. For some reason she wanted to try to convince me that she was doing the right thing and that they were just meant to be together and all of that. At some point she goes on about how she knows how I must feel, but there's nothing that I can do about it so I should just give up and then we'd all be happier. She actually tried to convince me that she was a good person and that most of the stuff on her blog was made-up. Ten minutes later she emailed my husband and told him that she lied to me and told me she was just a normal person pretending to do all this weird sex stuff, but actually she did even more weird sex stuff and just didn't want to write about the extreme stuff on her blog.

I found a lab manual for a science course that I didn't even take. More than twenty years ago I took Astronomy as an elective, without the lab credit. I took Geology as my science requirement. When I went back to college, one of the degree plans required more science credits than I had, so I made arrangements to just do the extra lab part without having to take the whole course again. But then I ended up with a different degree plan and didn't ever use the lab manual. I bought the thing in Spring of 2002, and it was still in my car. I guess that's why I had the melted calculator there too.

I found a bunch of stuff about getting a vasectomy. I've always worried about getting pregnant, and I thought he was concerned about it too. At some point I offered to make it worth it to him to go ahead and get the problem permanently taken care of. I'd also heard a rumor that there were other benefits from the procedure, but I've since been told that was a myth.

I found a bunch of stuff about the divorce. And I found the address and phone number to the motel my husband stayed at when he left me for a few days. I ended up staying at the place with him most of the time he was there. He didn't want it to be over between us, but he was too embarrassed to tell the Homewrecking-slut that after she'd already bought the plane tickets.

I found a jar candle that I put in the car last December, just in case I was in a gift exchange or something like that I forgot about. Funny that the candle wasn't a melted mess but the calculator was.

I had to move a bunch of clay and other ceramic stuff into the house. Class has been over for a few weeks, but the stuff has been in the trunk of my car cause I don't know where to put it in the house. I still don't know where to put it, but right now it is on the floor in the hall.

I found some stuff I got from All-Con last year. There was a fictional newspaper to promote a horror film that I didn't see.

I took out a folding metal chair. I have no idea why I even had that in the car.

And I found a Star Trek 10 movie poster that the theater people gave us for going in costume to opening weekend. Mine got wet, and I left it in the trunk and forgot about it.

I usually enjoy finding old stuff like that when I'm cleaning, but most of this stuff just made me sad.

British Sci-Fi

It's Star Wars Week, and we're all talking about Star Wars on our blogs. I can't say that it's my favorite. I don't hate it or anything like that, but it will never be my favorite. Anyway, other people have had plenty to say about Star Wars this week, so I thought I'd talk about something a little different. Seeing that I don't have much to add to the Star Wars discussion, let's talk about other British sci-fi movies and TV.



Last week I saw 28 Weeks Later. This is the sequel to 28 Days Later. For the most part, this is a zombie movie with a scientific explanation. Sort of like Warning Sign. But Warning Sign is not a British film, so I'll talk about it some other time. Anyway, the zombie-like people are infected with a disease called Rage, and it is highly contagious. In the first movie, nearly everyone in Britain either caught the disease and died of starvation a month later, or they were were eaten by someone else that had the disease. The second movie takes place about six months later, when someone has decided that everything is safe and they should start moving people back into London, or at least someplace near London. Anyway, I liked the new movie, but not as much as the first one. The second one has more gore, and they skipped a lot of the cliche end-of-the-world stuff of the original. I happen to like cliche end-of-the-world stuff. And I have one silly observation about the abandoned pizza place. Why is it that six months later there is a dead guy that has decomposed almost to a skeleton, but on the tables and in boxes there are things that are still easily identified as pizza? I mean, even if the stray dogs and such didn't find the pizza, shouldn't it have decomposed into something that doesn't look like pizza anymore?





So I'm sitting in the theater watching 28 Weeks later, and I'm noticing similarities between the one of the main characters and the Homewrecking-slut. So that added to my enjoyment of the movie a bit, knowing that at least in the fictional world of this movie, she is either dead or one of these blood-splattered lunatics. But, this is a not a post about the Homewrecking-slut, so I won't tell you anymore about that. Let's move on.



There's other end of the world British sci-fi stuff. There's Children of Men, with a whole world of infertile people and a very depressing future version of England being the best of what's left. The place is so depressing, that suicide kits are handed out free of charge. Nice.



And there was a TV series called Survivors. I didn't see much of it, but a plague wipes out most of the human race after a scientist goes to an international airport. 98 people out of 100 die in England, and the survivors try to get get by. I watched the beginning of the series, when they did everything wrong. Maybe it got better.



There was a TV series called The Last Train. A woman on a train thinks that a big meteor is coming, so when they are safely inside a tunnel she freezes everyone on the train. They wake up fifty years later and try to find other people.



One of my favorite end of civilization stories is Day of the Triffids. Most people go blind and then these big plants eat everyone. It's more about the ugly things that the people do to each other, but if you sit still too long, a plant will eat you.



And speaking of John Wyndam stories, movies were also made from another book, The Midwich Cuckoos. The Village of the Damned was based on that, and there was a sequel called Children of the Damned, and then there was a remake and there's probably other stuff out there that I don't know about. Super advanced children were born to mothers who really can't even explain how they got pregnant in the first place. It seems to have been done by aliens, but we're not sure because we never see these aliens. The super advanced children are scary and if someone doesn't kill them all they'll probably take over the world.



I watched a bit of Blake's 7. Blake kept getting arrested for speaking out against the government. In the future there's only one government. I'm not sure if there was ever anything specifically wrong with this government, or just the fact that there was only one and they didn't like it. Anyway, Blake was one his way to jail on the moon or something, and he and a bunch of other prisoners stole a spaceship and escaped.



The British had a couple of sci-fi comedies. The first was The Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which I believe actually started out on radio. There was later a TV series and about five books, and a few years ago it was made into a movie. It's about the misadventures of an alien who was literally hitchhiking across the galaxy when he got stuck on Earth for several years and a friend from Earth who escapes with him right before the Earth was destroyed to make room for an interstellar by-pass.



Red Dwarf is another British comedy that involves a hologram, a robot, a computer, a guy who's been in suspended animation for 3 million years, and a black guy that evolved from the other guy's cat.



There was a TV show called Space 1999. It wasn't my favorite. It was set on our moon, but the moon was sent flying out of its orbit after a nuclear explosion. They rarely had any plot elements that did anything with the fact that they were actually on the moon instead of a starship or a space-station. And they had a lot of rubber monsters.



Dr. Who also had a lot of rubber monsters. A lot of different actors played Dr. Who during the TV series. So many different actors played The Doctor that he changes bodies or "regenerates" as part of the story. I've never seen the first Doctor, because the video tapes were used over again and no one officially made copies of things back then. I don't care for the second doctor. Pertwee isn't bad at all, but I think most fans prefer Tom Baker, and he is the reason I am making all these ridiculously long scarves. I think the show had three actors after him. There was a movie version of Dr. Who, and The Doctor was played by Peter Cushing. Couldn't quite see him being the major villain in Star Wars after that. Fox tried to get a Dr. Who series going in the US, but they only made the one movie. About three years ago, after the show had been off the air for about twenty years, Dr. Who is back on British television. The invisible man from Heroes played The Doctor for one season, and was then replaced by Masterpiece Theater's Casanova. There's a Dr. Who spin-off called Torchwood, and I believe another one is planned around the character of Sarah Jane Smith and the robot dog K-9.



A company called Hammer Films made a lot of sci-fi and horror stuff. They made the Quatermass movies. There was also a Quatermass TV show. Different actors keep playing Professor Quatermass. The only story I've seen of it that I really like is Quatermass and the Pit, which was released in the US as Five Million Years to Earth. I've probably already discussed that elsewhere in this blog.



And Hammer Films made a lot of Frankenstein movies that most of us have never heard of. Peter Cushing sometimes played Dr. Frankenstein. David Prowse played one of the monsters, as did Christopher Lee.



I'm sure I missed just tons and tons of stuff, but I think that's all I want to get into at the moment.

The Five Meme

I'm picking up the Five Meme from Dmarks, and like Dmarks, I'm not actually tagging anyone. If you are interested, let me know, or just have at it.

1 year ago I was...Are you kidding? Pay attention people. Here's some links if you need to catch up,
http://insidioustruth.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-morons.html
http://insidioustruth.blogspot.com/2007/02/year-before-that-horrid-person-invaded.html
http://insidioustruth.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-keep-meaning-to-get-back-to-original.html
http://insidioustruth.blogspot.com/2007/02/monday-morons.html
but basically I was trying to stop my husband from throwing away an almost twenty year relationship because of some dimwit in London he met through a blog. Nothing worked. I have know idea what to do about the situation now.

10 years ago I...thought that the most evil thing that a person could do to you is cheat you out of a lot of money you worked for. There was a lawsuit, and I signed stuff, so I can't really talk about it. But let me say that the lawsuit was mostly a waste of time, and while I would not try to talk someone out of suing an employer, I would say the best thing to do is just get a new job as soon as possible. You think that by taking all of these notes and such that your employer will eventually pay up rather than have you go get a lawyer, but that's not really the way it works. Take the notes and get ready to sue anyway, but you'll probably never get everything you are owed. Cut your losses. Get out at the first sign of trouble.

5 songs you know all the lyrics to--Songs have lyrics? When I was going through all the drama of the past year, it came as a shock to me that all songs have lyrics, and most of them remind me of something unpleasant. Radio stations should not be allowed to broadcast when someone is going through a bad breakup. But let's see what songs I know all the lyrics to. I don't know. Does the School House Rock stuff count? The opening of the original Star Trek had music, but I don't think that counts as a song, does it? I might could stumble through the Enterprise theme. Possibly I know all the words to some hymns. And of course I'd like to buy the world a Coke, but I'd probably screw that up too.

5 things I'd do if I were a millionaire--Well, that would depend on how many millions I had. Give up on the whole get a job thing and become a full time art student. Make take a trip to London and...never mind. Take a trip to Hawaii, Alaska, and the other eight states of the Northwest I have not been to yet. Go to Trek Expo, Dragon Con, World Con, take a tour of the Stargate set, try to hit every Ren Fest in the country, and spend most of an October in Salem. Have someone invent a hovering neon sign that points out cheating spouses, homewrecking-sluts, Enron executives, sex offenders, drunk drivers, drug dealers, etc....

5 bad habits--Procrastination. Bad eating habits. I never learned to clean my room. Not finishing stuff I write. Spending too much time blogging.

5 things I will never wear again--I'm not sure that I have anything that really fits into this category. I have stuff that I don't wear for a very long time. I have stuff that gets made into costumes. I have shoes and such that finally falls apart on me and I throw them away. I save t-shirts that I don't wear anymore but I keep them just in case I want to make quilts from them someday. I would probably save old socks and make tribbles out of them, but I don't cause it's been a long time since I've made any tribbles, and how many tribbles do you need anyway? I would probably say that I'd never wear permed hair again or that I'd never wear blond hair again, but if someone had a Uni perm thing that still worked I might try it, and if my hair gets to be more gray than brown there's no telling what color I might dye it. But the one seems doubtful and the other seems a long way off.

5 favorite toys--my newest favorite toy I haven't actually bought yet, but the school has two screens that I can use to make the mud in my backyard into terra cotta clay, so after the test pieces are done I'm going to go to the ceramic supply place and buy a set. My husband just bought a thing to copy DVDs, so I'm going to copy the second set of Time Tunnel for my brother and a friend. Not really a toy, but I have an emergency cell phone now, which is a really cool thing to have if you can remember stuff like taking it of the charger and taking it with you. I love my VCR, and soon I'll have a DVD recorder hooked up too. Last year before all this stuff happened, my favorite toy had to do with the bed, but I won't go into that. Next year I might have a totally different toy that also has to do with the bed, but I won't go into that either.

Guess that about does it. Everyone have a good weekend.

Monday Morons

Told you'd I would get around to this eventually. Sure, you've maybe heard most of this already, but read it anyway if you have the time.

Every once in a while I get a new reader who wants to know what is the deal with the name of this blog, etc... And the question doesn't really bother me, I just hate to bore the readers who have been around for a while with the same details over and over again. But I originally started this blog to be mean to the homewrecking-slut who came after my husband. That was like a year ago. I haven't given that woman the tiniest percentage of what she deserves.

And of course I've never actually done anything to her. I've just told other people about what she does. I don't understand people who go out and do horrid things to other people, and then whine about people being mean to them and not respecting their privacy and such afterwards. They somehow think that they're just supposed to be allowed to go out and do whatever evil thing that they want to, and no one is supposed to say anything about it, and no one is supposed to try and stop them. Back-stabbing, rape, theft, breach of contract, all sorts of bad things just happen in life and you're just supposed to accept it and not do or say anything about it? I don't think so.

Really. It's like no one ever told this dimwit that she was a slut before. Somehow my reaction to her coming after my husband was a total shock to her. Like she didn't know it wrong or something.

You would think that at some point over the years that maybe she would have maybe seen or heard of some other homewrecking-slut and that other people have low opinions of such creatures. Maybe she would have thought that being a homewrecking-slut was a bad idea because she didn't want other people to talk bad about her. You would think that just common sense would kick in at some point and she'd figure out that was a bad idea.

Okay, so even if she doesn't have the sense to figure this stuff out for herself, other people did warn her that this was a bad idea. She had all kinds of advice against it, and while I'm not sure that anyone actually told her that she was being immoral, she was at least warned that it was a bad idea and that there might be consequences. She was specifically warned that she would never hear the end of it from me. She was warned about this several times, and those warnings did not just come from me.

Somehow, she was still surprised.

Okay, so I have this blog that I originally started to have some fun at the homewrecking-slut's expense, and I think that I have mentioned her ten times. Ten times out of like a hundred and fifty posts. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not spending 24/7 with the Bimbo bashing. I have other things going on. I have other things to write about. I can and do reserve the right to go back to the Bimbo bashing whenever I want to do that. But I have a lot going on right now, and even when I have the time, I'd rather spend it doing something else.

So I hadn't mentioned her for a while. Right now the nice thing in my life is ceramics. I realize that some of my readers are bored to tears with the ceramics and would rather I go back to Bimbo bashing or some such thing, but I just haven't felt like it for a while. Then someone in my real life mentioned something about her, so I looked at her blog, etc... And I wrote about why I did that and I also wrote about something I read in her friend's blog.

A friend from the great white north had all sorts of humorous suggestions about what to call this particular person, but for now she will just be referred to as Bimbo's friend. The post I made about the Bimbo's friend going to a sex party was like two months ago. The post was no big deal. I didn't give a lot of details, except for the number of people there, and I didn't post the woman's name or anything like that. And I also wrote a bit about the homewrecking-slut herself, since that what got the whole things started in the first place, but again it was not a long detailed thing.

Anyway, the Bimbo's friend, who supposedly does not read my blog very often, (I'm surprised that she reads it at all) happened to find the post like a month later. So I'm not sure how she found the thing, unless she went through and read the whole blog, or at least a whole month of posts. It wasn't titled "Sex Party" or "Bimbo's Friend has Sex with Four Others" or anything else that would help a person find it, even if a person were looking. So that was strange. And the really strange thing is that she claimed she found the the thing when she had nothing better to do. Not true. For one thing, she was supposed to be doing something very important and should have been getting ready for that, not wasting time on blogs. And the other thing is that this happened in the middle of a trip, when she could be visiting people that she hasn't seen for months or maybe years, so if she just needed a break from the work she could have gone to visit a friend or relative. I can't imagine being in her situation and then wasting all that time blogging, much less looking for something on a blog she supposedly doesn't read.

I mean, I like you guys, and I like blogging and everything, but if I have something important to do, or if I get to visit another country, or if I win a cruise or a trip to Hawaii, how much of my time do you think will be spent blogging then?

In case you've didn't read it the first time, here's a link
http://insidioustruth.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-even-know-what-to-call-this-post.html
cause I just don't think that you'd even find it without a link. If I ever get around to doing the serious labeling thing, I guess I will go ahead and label it "Sex Party" or "Bimbo's Friend has Sex with Four Others." But I can't be bothered with such things now, so here it is.
So weeks after this post, the Bimbo's friend wrote in her blog about reading something that upset her. And she understands why the person who wrote the upsetting thing might have a reason to dislike her. She wasn't so much writing about what she read as she was writing how upsetting it was and how surprised she was that it upset her. And I really didn't think much about it. She's mentioned being upset by reading other things, mainly stuff by someone dating her ex.

So for a moment I did wonder if she was upset by reading my blog, cause sometimes I add two and two and then jump too far ahead and come up with 16. But then I usually backtrack and say, no, the answer probably isn't 16, it's probably just 4 like it says or maybe 6 or 8. So that's what I thought, very briefly, I wonder if she's upset cause she read something in my blog? And then I thought, no, she probably doesn't read my blog, and even if she remembers that I have a blog she might not remember how to find it, and even if she looks at it occasionally she wouldn't be wasting her precious time reading it right now, and certainly not reading several weeks of stuff to find that particular post that.

Unless her friend the homewrecking-slut wasn't being much of a friend and told her to read that right before she had this important thing to do. Now that I think about it, that probably is what happened. The homewrecking-slut wouldn't have sense enough to keep it to herself for another week or so.

And so then I thought what I usually think about such things. Who cares? She can read it if she wants to. No one held a gun to her head and made her post about her sex life. If she doesn't like people making fun of her, then she shouldn't do things that people make fun of. Or, she should at least keep that sort of thing a secret. I would think that doing that sort of stuff in secret would make it more fun anyway, but that's just me.

So then two days later, there is this other post, with some things specifically addressed to me. So I guess it is safe to say that my post about her is what got her all upset. Still not sure why she was reading my blog, but that's definitely what she read.

First, she talks about learning that people are praying for her. So when I read the title of her post, I wasn't really paying attention, and I just thought it was like, pray for me, or wish me luck, or cross your fingers cause I've got something big coming up. But then it was like those people shouldn't be praying for her cause she's Jewish and since we think she's going to hell anyway why bother. Again, I'm not one of the ones praying for her, but this is exactly why she's being prayed for, because someone is worried about her soul.

Next she complains that if I really wanted to know about her lifestyle that I should have just asked her. Actually, I did just that a few times, and the last time she deleted my comment and I took the hint and asked no more questions. And when I did ask her questions, I did so anonymously, so I didn't link to a blog or anything like that. I would have hoped that she would have done me the same courtesy, but she didn't, so I deleted her comment.

But to be truthful, I wasn't that interested in why she decided to have go to this sex party. She went. That's enough. I think having sex with more than one person is wrong, and if you're not going to keep quiet about it, be prepared that someone is going to make fun of you.

Then she goes on to she that she doesn't understand what I have against her. Funny, but two days before she seemed to know why I might have a problem with her. True, my problem is mostly with her friend, but who held a gun to her head and made her be friends with a homewrecking-slut in the first place? You want to be friends with someone like that, then I don't like you either. Get a better class of friends. No wonder she has problems with men thinking that she'll do this same sort of crap.

But, really, I do have more problems with her than just that, though if she had stopped being friends with the homewrecking-slut, I probably would have taken that under consideration. The whole thing started with her blog. My husband is obsessed with London, and he started reading this blog because she was from London. And then one day she posted about all kinds of weird sex stuff. He should have stopped reading her blog then, but he didn't. So that was the first thing about her that bothers me, that she writes all this stuff knowing that married men and teenage boys are reading it. There could be all kinds of people reading her blog, but she knew for certain that at least one married man and one teenage boy were reading, because they left comments, and their ages and marital status are in their profiles.

So she knew that people who shouldn't be reading stuff like that were reading her blog, and they were hooked, and she kept writing.

And then comes the homewrecking-slut. The two of them comment on each other's blogs, and they are friends in real life. They both live in London. They are both into weird sex. The blog of the homewrecking-slut just wasn't as interesting, and my husband didn't read that one.

So there maybe is some online flirting going on, but I thought it was harmless. There's an ocean between them. Even if either the Bimbo's friend or my husband got any crazy ideas, well, first they would both have to be dumb enough to get the same crazy idea at the same time, and then there's that ocean to deal with. And I didn't get suspicious of my husband doing crazy things that anyway. He's obviously very much in love with me. He wrote about me in his blog and all of that. He just wouldn't cheat without someone seriously being after him. And there's no reason anyone would seriously be after him. He's pretty average in looks and he doesn't have any money. So the idea of the Bimbo's friend being after my husband seemed pretty ridiculous.

I knew he was talking to them. The funny thing is that for a while I really felt sorry for them. They were being used. But, they seemed to get off on being used, and to be honest I was getting something out of it myself. On the one hand I think parading your sex life to the world like that is wrong. But on the other hand, if someone else is stupid enough to do it, and your partner is easier to get in the mood because someone on the other side of the globe is letting herself be used....

And anyway, I got tired of being his mother about six years ago. I decided that some point he's just going to have to grow up and behave himself, and I'd mostly be happier if I was patient and just waited for it to happen. But I guess some people just never get to the point when they realize their actions have consequences, and I just had no idea that I even knew anyone like that.

At some point the Bimbo's friend writes about how she hates married men hitting on her and answering her personal ads and so forth. I don't know if that was supposed to be a message for my husband to back off or if that was just on her mind because of something that happened in her real life or what. Anyway, once in a while she makes it very clear that she does not get involved with married men.

So her friend the homewrecking-slut jumps up and down and says "I do! I do!"

Okay, not exactly. But my husband starts reading the other blog. He'd known about her for three or four months before he stared reading her blog. She's a slut, and she lives in London, but she's also a dimwit and just not very interesting. But, he's a writer, and she was the main one feeding his ego. So after about a week of reading her blog, he sends her his email address. I still don't know if he meant anything bad by it. I read what he sent her, and it didn't sound like anything. Two days later she answered him, and she obviously thought that they were going to be a couple. He tried to set her straight and said that he wouldn't do anything to hurt me and that he was only even talking to someone like her because she lived so far away. She wrote back something like, "but don't you want to come to London and f*** me in the ass?"

I don't know what they wrote after that during the first week. I do know that she very quickly invited him to come stay with her in London, and I know that she agreed to do something like in the movie "Same Time Next Year", and that he had the idea she was going to pay for all of this. She said "Don't worry, I'm good at making money."

She still had to work on him another two or three weeks before he really thought he was going to leave me.

Anyway, while this person who doesn't even know me tries to convince my husband to ruin my life, her friend tries to tell her that it's a bad idea. I'm not sure that she was worried about what would happen to me or that she actually has a moral stand against people sleeping with other people's spouses or ruining marriages and so forth, but she was at least concerned that the homewrecking-slut might get chopped up into little pieces for her trouble. I don't know if she seriously tried to do something to stop this, only that she didn't do anything that worked. She didn't do anything like say I can't believe that you would do something like this and if you go through with it I won't be friends with either one of you afterward.

So what do I have against the Bimbo's friend? She's the one who started this whole thing by writing about her weird sex life and flirting with my husband in her blog, the homewrecking-slut and my husband met through her, and I think that if she wanted to put a stop to this she was in a position to do so. People like that are never going to stop what they're doing if other people keep wanting to be friends with them.

And there's one last thing that the homewrecking-slut did, and I think that the Bimbo's friend might have given me some warning, but she's not a good enough person to do that either.

So knowing how her blog was the start of something horrible for me, did the Bimbo's friend change her ways?

Nope.

The Bimbo's friend doesn't blog as much as she used to, but she still blogs about once a week. She doesn't have as many readers as she used to. Or at least, she doesn't have that many people leaving comments anymore. I think the last one to leave a comment was that teenage boy. Sometimes the homewrecking-slut leaves a comment. But the rest of them seem to have lost interest.

The Bimbo's friend posted about the sex party to entertain someone new. The new reader happens to be another forty-something married man. She tracks her readers, so she must know that I've read her blog regularly this whole year, and she must know that a few friends of mine are reading too. And apparently someone from Virginia is reading, and it rather annoys her.

That might be all of her regular readers: a teenage boy, a middle age married guy, the homewrecking slut, someone from Virginia, and a few of my friends. Those are the people reading, and she must have a good idea why those people are reading.

I'm trying to remember what else she said. Actually, the Bimbo's friend left a comment that I deleted. I thought that I had a copy, and I was going to add it later without the link, but I can't find it. It wasn't like what she usually writes. Now that I think about it, it sounded more like the homewrecking-slut. Sort of whining. I think that she said she didn't know why I hadn't changed the name of the blog. She just couldn't believe that I was still using that name. And why was I still going on about this stuff and why didn't I just get over it?

I thought that was an odd comment. Why would I change the name of the blog? I'm not hiding from them, and why else would I do that? Getting a new blog and a new blog address and telling everyone I've moved seems like a lot of trouble to go to, and I don't know what the purpose of that would be. Other than explaining the name to a new reader once in a while, it isn't causing me any problems. And for all I know there's someone out there who wants to talk about just this sort of thing, and she probably won't find me under Trek Girl or Fembot or JaneDoe of Dallas or whatever I'm supposed to change the name to.

And as for getting over it, actually, writing stuff in this blog was part of getting over it. I try not to talk about it in real life anymore. Certain friends still talk about the homewrecking slut in my real life, and it bugs me sometimes. I've got this one friend with his own problems that I don't mind talking about her, and even then he asks first. He doesn't just blurt out stuff. So I talk about it with him sometimes and once in a great while I want to talk to someone else about it, and I realize at some point there will be counseling and I'll have to talk more about it then. But for the most part, this is the only place I want to talk about it. I'm prepared to deal with it here. If I'm not up to it, sometimes I just won't sign in.

Of course, this isn't something that I'll just get over. Everyone knew that. I keep thinking that at some point maybe I'll almost get over it. I told him he could come home if he talked to someone at church, and I thought if he became a Christian that I would get over it. He had no intention of talking to someone at church, so I don't know why he even bothered to call me much less come home. I thought that after like six months I would mostly get over it, but that didn't go like I hoped. And I've thought that maybe after the divorce I'll mostly get over it. But it turns out that there's not going to be a divorce, at least not this summer like I thought. And I thought that taking a ceramics class would help me, which it did, just not in the way that I imagined. I guess the closest thing that I'll ever have to getting over it is if I someday meet someone else and have a different life, and that's not likely to happen any time soon.

The other thing that I can't get over is the health issues. Some are minor annoying things that I haven't had to deal with for years until this happened. They were stress related, and they are back. Other things are possibly also stress related, but maybe not so minor. I don't know yet. I still have to see a few more doctors. Maybe some of this stuff is permanent. I think if it is that I'm going to be reminded of this everyday when I have to take some pills, even if nothing really bad ever happens because of it. Kinda hard to get over that.

The good news for the moment is that the homewrecking-slut has gone back to the members only blog thing. If you don't have the password, you can't read. I'm not sure what the point of that is, since probably my friends and I are the only ones left reading her blog, other than her friend and the teenage boy. I think that she's just blocked half of her readers. Still, it is good news for me, even if it turns out to be temporary like before. And until that blog goes back to being open to the public, a certain friend and I will stop accidently clicking on her blog instead of mine.

I've already addressed the praying for people bit and the didn't your mother teach you not to make fun of people in other posts. I can't remember anything else that was supposed to be addressed. If I think of something else I can always write about it later.

I keep thinking that I'm going to write this one post about how stupid homewrecking-sluts are in general. Not so much about their lack of morals, but just, what the hell were you thinking? Anyway, after I finally get around to getting that off my chest, I don't think that I will talk about it anymore, unless someone else wants to talk about it. And I'm not telling you not to talk about it. If anyone wants to talk about it, hey, this is the place, so go ahead and talk about it here. There might be someone else out there who wants to talk about something similar that happened to them. I'm afraid that I'm not going to have much in the way of advice, except to say that people like this should be confronted and maybe if more people took a stand against this sort of behavior it wouldn't happen as much. But other than that, maybe you'll just feel better if you vent. So if you or a friend are in a similar situation, this is a good place, go ahead and vent.

I think that's about it. Sorry I posted this so late, but I was at school and such.

I don't even know what to call this post

Someone told me that there was something in the Bimbo's blog about her f****** another married man and ruining his life even before we had ever heard of her. So much for her not going after married men. (She says that. She made a big deal about she didn't go after married men, that he was the first. Somehow the fact that she was after my married man didn't count. What? You're not a homewreckingslut if you only wreck one home?)

Anyway, I have read the post in question, and I don't see anywhere that she says he was married. But whatever was going on, she did f*** someone when she knew that she shouldn't, and it did really upset the guy. Ruining his life was mentioned. And again with the she has no regrets. She's determined not to regret anything, so of course she'll never learn from her mistakes. (If you can even call such a thing a mistake after you've very clearly thought about it and knew it was a bad idea, and then did it anyway. I tend to think a mistake is something that is almost an accident or something you did without giving it any thought.)

But whatever. I'm not up to reading through the whole thing again at this point to find out how she ruined the man's life or if he was actually married. But, yes, she's totally into ruining people's lives, not just mine. She supposedly feels bad that she hurts people, but if it is something she wants to do she does it anyway.

But never mind about her. The really funny thing is about her friend. The one that doesn't seem so much into hurting people and destroying marriages and ruining lives, but is really into some strange sex stuff.

For the most part, she seems much smarter than the Bimbo. And she doesn't have anything to do with married men. I am not sure if this is a moral stand, or if she's done that in the past and got hurt, or if she just doesn't think married men are worth the effort. All of that and more are good reasons not to get involved with married men, and she doesn't.

But she wrote the funniest thing a while back.

She said that she wished she had fewer hangups about sex.

????

The woman is into this S & M bondage stuff.

She's into leather and other weird clothing. (Okay, can't really fault her on that one, just trying to paint a picture. If you know my other identity you know I am not picking on her choice of clothing. This rest of you will just have to take my word for it.)

She's been in a threesome.

She has pretended to be a dog. (I don't think I'll explain that, but I am not referring to a common sex position.)

What hangups does the woman have left?

Does she regret that she's uncomfortable getting involved with married men?

Does she regret that she doesn't get paid for sex?

Does she want to do it on film?

Does she want to do it with animals?

Does she want to do it with someone underage?

Does she need more than two other people in bed with her?

????

What's left that she has these hangups?

Ask a dumb question....

There were five of them. Five. One, two, three, four, five. F****** five of them together.

She was all sad and sick about her decision to break up with someone. And then....

PARTY TIME!!!!

FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

????

A year before that horrid person invaded my life

Last year about this time, I was really happy. Not happy about anything in particular, just happy about where I was in my life. I could finally relax and just be happy. The house was a mess as usual, but at least we were finally in a house, and I did think I would get it all sorted out before the summer. My husband insisted that we move about six months before I was ready, but now at least that was one less thing to argue about. I didn't have a job, but I was deliberately not looking very hard. My husband thought that he was going to another state for about a month, and I wanted to go with him, and I didn't want to try to get a job right before I was planning to go away for a month.

We had recently spent a week near Austin. It was really a business trip for him, but it was a nice getaway too. There was the usual problem with the credit card debt, but I had decided to quit bothering him about it, and it seemed to be working. He seemed happy.

And the sex was great.

That had been annoying. I finally get to the point where I like having sex all of the time, and he just wasn't up to it. But, he was my best friend, and if I never had sex again I thought I still had this wonderful relationship that most other people never experience. So when this happened, I just thought that everything was going to be wonderful.

And it was all about to be ruined, by someone I knew nothing about, by someone he didn't even like yet.

He did like someone else. I don't know if he was planning anything or not. I don't think so. I think he just liked the idea of talking to someone who lived far away. And he was trying to get this person to send him stuff from England that they don't sell in the United States. And maybe he was even thinking that if they got to be friends we might be invited to come for a visit.

Or maybe he was thinking something else. He said when he first started reading her blog, he didn't know all the weird stuff she was into. But two months after he did know, he was still reading and leaving comments and trying to be friends with her.

Of course, she had a brain, and didn't want to be anything but friends.

Maybe she didn't have enough morals for my liking, but she did have a brain. She doesn't go after married men, she doesn't date married men, etc.... Maybe it's not because of her high moral code, maybe it's because she tried that before and it didn't work out, or maybe just married men aren't worth the effort. But for whatever reason, she's not interested in married men. Whatever perverse things she does in her personal life, she does draw the line somewhere.

She has a friend who does not draw lines. Or see lines. Or acknowledge in anyway that lines even exist.

But the friend just wasn't very interesting. My husband wasn't reading her blog. She was just this annoying person who left comments on her friend's blog.

A year ago the Bimbo was writing in her blog about how happy she was. How she felt guilty for feeling so happy. How she has all this empathy for other people, and how she usually tries to fix things for other people, but for now she wasn't going to do that, she was just going to enjoy being happy. The only thing that was keeping her from being perfectly happy was that she didn't have a man in her life. But, supposedly, even without a man, she was happy.

Three weeks later, she would set out to totally destroy my life. Being a slut is such a part of who she is that she can't turn it off for a moment, even when she knows that it is going to hurt someone. And she actually thinks that she's a good person.

I keep meaning to get back to the original reason for this blog

I first got this blog to make fun of the bimbo. Really. I would never have started blogging, except that this horrid person forced herself into my life, and then she can't even deal with me leaving comments on her blog. She stopped allowing anonymous comments, so I had to get a blog just so I could log in and leave comments.

Not that she ever left the comments. The first time she addressed me directly on the blog, then after I left a comment she said this wasn't the proper place to discuss such things. Then why is this where you started everything?

So I got a blog. I was going to write a blog entry whenever she said something dumb on her blog, which was most of the time. But then she didn't want to play anymore and made it a members only thing, and I found other things to blog about.

I have thought maybe I should comment about her old blogs. Today would have been a good day to start that. February 19th of last year, she wrote about her boobs. Really.

Wonder why she has trouble finding men who respect her or actually care about her as a person?

And, so far as I know, this is before she became a home-wrecking-slut.

This was back when she was just a regular slut.

Is it just me, or is that weird?

Okay, there's a couple of guys who read my blog once in a while. Have you ever written in your blog how much you like your penis? Have you ever blogged about having trouble with your penis? Maybe you have trouble at work because your co-workers are looking at your penis?

I suppose that sort of thing happens once in a while, but have you written a whole page on it and told the whole world how you feel about it?

Sorry, that was totally none of my business.

I should get back to bimbo bashing.

Later.

New Years Eve

I have this friend who every year tries to get us to write all of our problems on little pieces of paper so we can burn them.

A year ago, I didn't have any problems (except for that one lie that my husband told all those years ago, that I had learned to live with) and the credit card debt. So I don't even think that I burned any little pieces of paper. And I think my New Year's resolution was something like I was going to quit worrying about the debt and quit bothering my husband about it, cause he'll have to grow up and pay it off eventually. Maybe just giving the man some space would help.

A lot of good that did.

So I did not burn any little pieces of paper this year either. The only thing I want to burn is a certain person who doesn't even live in this country. Burning little pieces of paper is no fun. Can't even burn a Barbie doll that is supposed to be her, cause they don't make fat-ass slut Barbie dolls.

Speaking of cows....

Well the evening the evening wasn't a total loss. Someone told us a story about a childhood buddy and a cow. Not that kind of cow. The kind of cow that lives on a dairy farm until they get made into hamburger. The useful kind of cow. Perhaps the more intelligent kind of cow.
Anyway, the buddy got drunk and decided that since he wasn't getting enough from the local girls he'd try it with the cow. And hearing no objections from anyone else present, he unzipped his pants and proceeded to f*** the cow. And the cow proceeded to shit in the guy's pants.

If only the other kind of cow had done anything that nice.

annoying computer hacker

On an earlier post, I wrote that someone had hacked into my husband's EBay account. And I remember thinking at the time how silly that was, and that it must be someone who was just trying to make us mad. If that was the case, well...while I am glad the matter seems to be resolved now, I can truthfully say that losing that account wasn't really going to upset me.

I'm not going to go through the whole thing again, but I remember thinking that the hacker would have trouble making any money from this, since the buyer would try to send us the money instead of to the hacker, so the hacker must have some other motive. It was like someone just wanted to get back at my husband for something, but he has such a positive rating on EBay it just couldn't be that. And except for me, there couldn't be anyone out there that has any reason to be upset with him. And the only other person who might think there's a reason to do anything to my husband would be...wait, let me think...could it be...the Bimbo?

Now, it's really not funny, because there's some people out there that thought they were getting their Christmas shopping done early, only to find out it was a mean joke, and for a couple of them it was a mean joke that might have cost them some money. But I was thinking, wouldn't it be funny if it was the Bimbo or one of her friends who did that? I mean, I have been trying to get rid of the whole EBay thing for a while now anyway, but he'd quit doing that stuff on his own, so it wasn't something worth talking about anymore. But wouldn't it be funny if she was trying to make him mad? We already have this image of her being back at her miserable life and drinking and sticking pins in a voodoo doll. So when this happened I had the added image of her scheming to wreck his EBay business, that he'd pretty much already given up.

It was funny for a moment, but I didn't want to laugh because to some people out there who have to go to the mall today and try to buy a present to replace this thing that they didn't get from EBay, it just isn't funny at all. And besides, I didn't really think it was her, it was just the first thing that I thought of. I really just thought it was someone having a practice run, to see if they could hack into someone's EBay account, so that maybe later they could do something similar to make money, and this was just an account picked at random.

Only now something else has happened. Someone hacked into my husband's blog. And I think it was at the same time, but I can't say for sure. It was a small thing, and neither one of us noticed at first, so we really don't know when it happened. But I noticed it before he did, and I think I noticed a couple of weeks or maybe about a month ago. He didn't notice until this week, and I'm sure it happened before then. Anyway, someone changed this little thing on his blog, and I didn't notice it at first, and then when I did notice it I just thought he had done it as a joke. He doesn't seem to know the difference between funny and not funny, but it wasn't anything really bad and I didn't mention it.

But now I know he didn't write it, and he knows I didn't write it. And who else would want to do something like that...unless...wait, let me think...could it be...the Bimbo?

Not that that was even my first thought. As I said, my first thought was that he had done it himself as a joke, and then my second thought was more like he had still done it himself but on accident. And, from the little bit that was changed, from the thing that was written that was so trivial that we didn't even notice it at the time, his first thought was that it must have been her or her friend.

Again, it could just be somebody just out to see if it can be done, and the somebody just picked my husband at random.

And two somebodies just happened to pick my husband at random, probably at the same time.

It is a little bit funny, don't you think?

Unpleasantness is put on hold for October

Well, I had told some of my friends that I was starting this blog so that we could bash a certain evil person and make fun of the stuff she wrote on her blog. I wanted to shift all of that stuff to the Internet and not have the subject come up in my real life. Luckily, she stopped having a public view blog, and I don't have to deal with that anymore. If we want to make fun of her on this blog, there's still plenty of material to work with, but I've decided that I won't do that for a while either.

It's October. There is so much more to talk about right now. I love Halloween, and I just can't see wasting the space to talk about someone like that when I'd rather be talking about my silly job and haunted houses and parties and such. In fact, I like talking about that sort of thing so much, I'd have trouble confining those discussions to just October. So I don't think that I'll have much to say about the other for a while.

Still, if anyone just has to say something about it then go ahead and say it here, because I'd rather it be here than at lunch.

Yesterday was such a nice day. I think the rest of the month is going to be pretty good as well.

Now back to work on the Halloween costume.

Silent Blogs

I don't read that many blogs regularly, but I do read a few. I read one in particular everyday. I was starting to feel like I knew that person. That person deleted a few of my comments and a few comments left by another person, made a couple more posts, and then just stopped. I don't know why. I can't believe it was because of anything I said, or anything that the other person said.
Now I know that person has had a bit of a disappointment recently, but we've all had things like that happen and we've lived to tell about it. And usually blog about it. But now I'm thinking this is it, I'll never be able to read that blog again. I'll never know what happened to that person. The person I was getting to know is just suddenly gone.

On a happier note, another blog is also gone. Not gone in the sense that she has stopped blogging, but gone in the sense that it is now only available to members.

So I will not be reading this blog anymore, and more importantly, no one that I know will be reading this blog either. There will be no more mention of whatever dumb thing was in her blog yesterday. The Bimbo will cease to be a topic of conversation at lunch. Well meaning friends will stop reminding me that there is yet again written proof that this woman has so few remaining brain cells that they rarely even bump into each other, much less get together long enough for intelligent thoughts.

If I wanted to know what dumb thing the Bimbo said, I would have read it myself. It is one thing to read the thing myself when I feel up to it, but it is a different thing entirely to find everyone around me discussing her smut while I am trying to eat. I know that I'm the one who originally started this, but enough already.

While the vile creature will never be completely gone from my thoughts, she is mostly gone from his, and now I can relax a bit without constant reminders of her existence. If he ever again decides that maybe it wouldn't hurt just to read her blog, he can't. He doesn't have the password.

Another two months, and that last thing that concerns me should be resolved.

My friend said the funniest thing about her today, or rather, said a funny thing about what the blog should have been named. But I think I will save that story for another time.

What do you even call such a vile person?

Well, I imagine that anyone reading this blog would know exactly who I'm talking about. If not, maybe I'll go into that later. For now lets just say she was after my husband.

Some of you may have hear me refer to her as the Bimbo. Now, that certainly applies, but now I think it sounds a bit too cute. I started calling her that when she was only talking about what she was going to do to me, back when I thought she might have sense enough to call the whole thing off. Since that didn't happen, I think I should find something else to call her.

I have called her Bitch on a few occasions, but that really doesn't get it either. Besides, calling someone like that a bitch is unfair to dogs, especially in this case. I mean, a bitch will probably have sex with anything you put her in the same room with, but to be fair, isn't that what you bought her for? Bitches mate and make more little dogs, or at least, that's the idea. So it's unfair to compare an animal who is just doing what she's supposed to do with this woman who goes so far out of her way to do what she's not supposed to do.

To call this woman a useless piece of shit is an insult to shit. Manure can be quite useful.
But now that I think about it, e.coli can cause sickness and worry, as well have all seen with the tainted spinach. So maybe comparing the two isn't as far off as I first thought.

Homewrecking-slut. Now that one is pretty accurate, but it doesn't roll off the tongue as easily as I'd like. And it doesn't quite describe enough of what she is or what she tried to do.

Whore. Now that really puts my sentiments about the woman out there, and it does roll off the tongue nicely. But, again, the description isn't quite right. Now, if we define a whore as a woman who does some sexual favors in exchange for money (or at least with someone whom she believes has money and will give her some of it) that a decent woman with more self-respect wouldn't do, then that is at least half right. But this woman will not only do sexual things that a lot of women would find objectionable, but when that doesn't get her a man she provides the money as well.
I've never heard of anyone in real life like her. And the women on the movies who are desperate enough to pay for sex are usually twice her age.

So, if you have any suggestions as to what we should call this woman, go ahead and leave a comment. Maybe we'll all vote on it later.

Recomend a website

Well, I had this idea for a website. I know nothing about creating websites or any of that, but I just thought I had a good idea for one. In fact, I thought it was such a good idea that someone else must have thought of it first.

A quick Google search found a place called Homewreckingsluts.

So that might have been fun, but most of it isn't working at the moment. Now some of the really important stuff is still there, like a link that helps you find a divorce lawyer or counseling and stuff like that. But I didn't go there to find a lawyer, I went to read about what other women had done to other home-wrecking sluts. (I guess I just wanted to know if what I was thinking about was totally off the wall, or if maybe someone else had a better suggestion.) Anyway, except for the find a lawyer link, most everything else that you click on takes you to a picture of a spray-painted car and a sign that says they'll be back soon.

So I'm wondering if they really will be back soon, if they were sued or what? I saw on Dr PHIL that a woman is being sued because someone posted on her website about a lawyer being a bad date and possibly a bisexual. So the lawyer is suing, not his ex-girlfriend who may or may not be lying about him, but the woman who runs the website.

Anyway, if you know what happened with the Homewreckingsluts website, or if you know of a similar one, please let me know.