It's truly the story of my life. The Villian. If I had stepchildren, I would most certainly be the wicked step mother. Good thing we don't live in Kansas. They'd have another Wicked Witch of the East on their hands. I found out last night from Mother-In-Law to be that BF's sister thinks I'm the Villian. Well, that's not what she said, but that's what it all means. "I don't like his girlfriend," she said. "It's all her fault." BF is apparently just some bumbling guy, innocent in this whole thing.
The fact is, we're both innocent. BF's sister would NOT have made such a big deal of this whole thing if she wasn't in on the scam. Who gets "junk mail" sent through UPS next day air? No one. This always happens to me. Somehow I'm implicated in villianous activity and EVERYONE believes it. Few don't, and those are the few I still associate with. I miss having a big family, but what I have left, I love with all my heart. They're wonderful.
I guess I'll always be the Villian in some way to someone. At least there are a few people that don't believe the ridiculous lies.
In other news, Christmas was great. I made an amazing prime rib and appetizers and bread. It was all delicious. Next year, since BF's sister is out of the picture, we'll have a tree and gifts and goodies and the works. I'm excited.
Now on to THE WEDDING.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Christmas is coming
I'm still exhausted from yesterday. BF's sister is a liar, and it just makes me tired. I went to Freddy's today. It was packed with mainstream identical bitches bossing around their boyfriends. BF waited in the car. It's better that way. I spent a lot, but I didn't have to worry about it this year. I still have a little more shopping to do, but I'm going to Safeway tonight so it won't be so busy.
Christmas Menu:
Prime Rib (my favorite!)
Mashed Potatoes (BF insisted)
Gravy, of course
Rice stuffed organic acorn squash
Green bean saute with garlic, shallots, and hazelnuts (I may add a little parmesan)
Stuffing (made by Mother for Brother's benefit- he doesn't eat anything good)
Ambrosia salad (also for Brother's benefit)
Green salad with homemade ranch and thousand island dressing
Whole grain cottage cheese bread and butter
I'm making appetizers this year too! Not a lot, but I wanted to try some.
Feta stuffed organic bell peppers
Bleu cheese, roasted garlic, and bacon spread
Organic veggies with homemade ranch
Dry salami with provolone and cheddar cheese
Triscuits
Spinach dip
Pretzels
Tortilla chips
Mini toasts (made from whole grain cottage cheese bread)
Christmas Menu:
Prime Rib (my favorite!)
Mashed Potatoes (BF insisted)
Gravy, of course
Rice stuffed organic acorn squash
Green bean saute with garlic, shallots, and hazelnuts (I may add a little parmesan)
Stuffing (made by Mother for Brother's benefit- he doesn't eat anything good)
Ambrosia salad (also for Brother's benefit)
Green salad with homemade ranch and thousand island dressing
Whole grain cottage cheese bread and butter
I'm making appetizers this year too! Not a lot, but I wanted to try some.
Feta stuffed organic bell peppers
Bleu cheese, roasted garlic, and bacon spread
Organic veggies with homemade ranch
Dry salami with provolone and cheddar cheese
Triscuits
Spinach dip
Pretzels
Tortilla chips
Mini toasts (made from whole grain cottage cheese bread)
Saturday, December 22, 2007
This is why I fired my whole family
So this whole fiasco happened today with the BF and his sister. I feel like I'm in the twilight zone, although I think I've lived there since Dad got sick. And BF's dad...he "sides" with his daughter because he doesn't even want to deal with it. So now we're not allowed at their house. THEIR house. If BF lived there, he would just be living there. But BF's sister is LIVING WITH their dad. It really is creepy that way, too.
I was going to bake all day and prepare for Christmas, but now I'm exhausted. This whole scenario just took it out of me. If you got money orders for $2600 for your sister who is already a known liar, wouldn't you be a little skeptical? I don't want any broken kneecaps.
I was going to bake all day and prepare for Christmas, but now I'm exhausted. This whole scenario just took it out of me. If you got money orders for $2600 for your sister who is already a known liar, wouldn't you be a little skeptical? I don't want any broken kneecaps.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
A little depression on a blustery day

I find myself happy that now I'm working at the college and making good money. But I'm still sad, and slightly depressed, that the good money is going to paying off debt from Allon and Oregon- two situations I wish I never would have gotten in to, but glad I got out of. Slowly but surely my debts are clearing up as I pay them off, but sometimes it seems never ending. Another 100 here, another 250 there. I spend money like I have it, but I really don't. Debt means I owe money, and I owe too much to be eating at Quiznos every other day for lunch, or buying five dollar stockings that I will never wear. Yes, I need to give up the luxuries I've allowed myself and focus on what's important- paying off my debts and improving my credit.
Today I was reading on a couple of webistes how paying off debt could hurt your credit score even more. I'm not worried about it. My credit score is not that great. I am paying off my debt because I have the obligation (financially and morally) to do so. Soon, within a year or so, it will all be paid off except for one student loan, which I don't mind taking longer to pay. Then I can save money to buy a car and I will be set. In the meantime, I need to work out a plan for the Wedding (it's only four months away). I've started reading Susan's blog, Farmgirl Fare, and it's inspired me to become a better person. Save money, help my community, help myself. The Longview Public Library has a volunteer program to help adults learn to read and write. I want to get involved. And Deana will have her child in March or April. I haven't decided whether or not I will help her, but I probably will. She is my sister, afterall, and it isn't her fault that she is the way she is.
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