Ex Asshole

My ex Asshole has been staying the night at some chicks house for the past 3 nights. I still have some things there at our old place and have been stopping by every other day or so to get it and I can tell. I have my ways. You don't stay with someone for over 4 years and not learn shit about them.

We're not officially moved out from there until the 31st. He's supposed to be moving to another city after that. All I have to say about it is that he's a slime just as I've been saying all along and he must have had a slut on standby, which doesn't surprise me. He was begging me to go to dinner with him Friday night and I turned him down so he went elsewhere.

I'd better not show up at my ex home to get a load of stuff and see some toothless, horseface, crack ho on the couch though. That's all I'm saying. I'm not jealous, just a little territorial and besides.. . I warned him about that shit. It's disrespectful and rude. I told him to wait until he got out of town and keep his sick shit the hell away from my life. I don't think that's asking too much. I was tempted to cause some destruction while I was there but I was a good girl and left his belongings in tact. See how I'm learning, growing and maturing from all this peaceful quietness I now have.

Who is proud of me? I didn't even break a CD for piss sake.

Oscar, we love you. Please get better soon

My baby is sick

I was getting ready for bed last night so I could get up early and go to work and noticed that Oscar had a wound on his hip about the side of a quarter. It was deep and leaking fluid so I called the veterinary Emergency Clinic. I got there with him about midnight. I left around 2:00 am after being told that he had an abscess that had ruptured and that I didn't have enough cash for them to treat him. They told me to wait until 6:30 am and take him to another animal clinic in town and they would work with me. So, I took Oscar back home and waited until they opened. I got there and was told that he needed to be treated and it would be $600.00 cash up front. For the second time in just a few hours, I cried and told the lady that I had just move and just started a job and all I had was $101.00 but could make payments for the rest. She turned us away. So, I went down the road to another animal clinic. They also told me it would be $500.00 to $600.00 cash up front. I cried for the 3rd time and explained my situation again. I couldn't imagine how to tell my daughter that her cat was going to die because I didn't have enough money for them to treat him. They talked me into seeing the doctor anyway. I waited for 3 hours with my cat in a carrier before Oscar was seen. After clipping some of the surrounding hair and flushing out the wound, they sent us home with flushing solution, oral antibiotics and instructions and told us to come back for a recheck in 5 days. This wasn't the ideal treatment but it was all that I had the money for.

Apparently, when Oscar got in a tiff with the neighbor cat last week, he was scratched or bitten. It healed over with bacteria in it and formed a huge abscess that ruptured last night and now the infection is trying to get out. Usually, they would put them under anesthesia and clip away dead tissue, clean it all out and keep him for a few days. That's why the cost is so much.

If the antibiotics and home flushing I am doing doesn't work, he will need surgery. It's a big risk.

I also missed half of work today. I called my instructors voice mail and left several messages from midnight last night on so she was aware of the situation but it still can't look good to have an absence in the second week of training. I took pictures in case they don't believe me and have paperwork from all 3 clinics.

This is the way I feel about it. I tried to take him to the Emergency place during the night, then I tried to take him to another place at 6:30. If either one of them would have seen us, I could have made it to work at 9:00 on time. I tried. I really did. And anyone who doesn't think it's important to have their animal treated immediately when it is a life threatening infection has a serious problem with their priorities. He needed to get on antibiotics as soon as possible. So, I'm not going to worry about it. I did the right thing. I know I did, no matter the consequences. Wish us luck and hope the medicine and flushing treatments work, because I don't know what to do if it doesn't.

If anyone has had a similar experience or a veterinary / medical background and has suggestions, I'm all ears.

Damn, has it been that long???

I have been a very bad girl. I have been neglecting my Blogger friends and and fully expect reprimands. Go ahead and spank me hard. Twice.

I have been so busy moving into my new home, leaving my ex and starting a new job....... wait...... did I just say MY EX??? WOW!!!! He's my ex now. What a friggin trip. It's amazing how life can change so drastically in a matter of a few weeks.

I was sitting in my new living room watching Legends of the Fall and they got to the part when the narrator said the bear was sleeping and I thought they could have been talking about me. Anyone who doesn't get what I'm saying needs to watch the movie right now cus then you'll get it and even if you don't, who cares, 'cus Brad Pitt is soooo friggin hot that it'll be worth watching it anyway just to see him.

My new house is so peaceful and quiet and so much a stress free zone. Even though I have lots of unpacking still to do, I still stop a lot and look around me wondering what to do next because it is so different with no constant chaos. My very good friend lives a few blocks away and has been over often to keep me company. Thank G for her. I wouldn't have known what to do with myself otherwise. OK ..... I may have known what to do with myself but that's not really what I'm talking about right now.

Hey, wanna see pics????

OF MY HOUSE???? Gees, quit thinkin dirty.

Here's part of the living room.

This is looking into the kitchen from the living room

The dining room area in the kitchen

The kitchen (including my Oscar kitty on the counter)

The bathroom

Blogger is not letting load any more photos so I guess you don't get to see Jenna or my room and the office this time. I didn't get pics yet of the back yard yet either but maybe I will later. I know, I KNOW ..... I still have a lot of pictures and stuff to hang. Like I said, most of my things are still in boxes but I'm working on it.

I started my training class for work on Monday. It's a total brain strain but I appreciate them making sure I am prepared for when I start work. Get this, they have a machine with free mocha in it. All you can drink. All day every day. You better believe I am flippin flying like the Red Bull guy by the time I'm done at 5:30 each day. I haven't slept in a week. YEEEEE HAHHHH !!! I don't think they knew what they were in for when they hired me.

I'm in a room with 12 other chicks and one little boy. He's 19 and sits next to me. He flirts with me all day. Poor youngin. I wish I wasn't so damn irresistible sometimes. It's gonna break his heart when I have to tell him he's just a boy and I don't go for that. Don't worry, I'll let him down gently. I'm cool like that.

Gotta go for now. I have much more to tell about AH's behavior this last few weeks and about work and the people in my class but I'm way tired and I've run out of alcohol so I'm done for the night. I'll be back soon with more. Love ya all and hope everyone is well. MWAH!!!

I am.....

so glad I am almost done packing. If I had to continue for very much longer sorting and packing things up while drunk Asshole slurs at me and tries to pick fights, I would most likely be receiving my first ever assault charge. I personally think it should be considered self defense if you knock someone out with a box full of crystal goblets because they won't get out of your face and leave you alone while you pack and you've asked them REPEATEDLY to stop. And this is following the earlier behavior of pinching and grabbing at me every time I passed by him while trying to load another box and having him get in my way and try to convince me to go DO IT one last time and not taking HELL THE FUCK NO for an answer.


Shouldn't I be allowed to throw SOMETHING at him? Give me a fucking break, here. This is bullshit. I wanna go back to the days when someone pissed you off and you were allowed to shoot their ass at twenty paces.

I am being a good girl so far though and am holding it together. I just keep reminding myself that in a matter of days, I will be living in my own peaceful home again without him in it and he will be crying and missing my wonderfulness. He will be full of regret with nothing but memories of everything he did to screw things up. I will go back to enjoying life again and will be the smiling, fun loving Sherri that my friends all say they miss. I will sit in front of my fireplace and remind myself of all the things that being with Asshole has taught me over the last four and a half years. Things like, following my instincts about people, never settling, running screaming in the other direction at the first sign of stupidity and never letting someone into my world who is damaging to my self esteem and happiness. It feels good to think that all this has at least taught me some things. It also feels good to picture his face on my heavy bag that's hanging in the shop and kickbox the living hell out of it.