So...

So.. there are several things I can post about; most obvious would be meeting Ingrid, my future step mom. I'm still thinking about all of that.

But, what it all comes down to is WD40. Friday night I got locked out of my house. Leaving for dinner I locked the front door and the key got stuck. I called Ruth while I stood outside in the cold, jiggling my key. David and Teresa were sweet to drive out to my house with WD40 in hand. I was nervous that wouldn't work (and also annoyed that I had some just feet away - locked in the house). But, a few seconds after spraying the lock, the key turned freely and I could come in and comfort my poor puppy who had to endure listening to me sob at the front door for the past hour.

Tuesday I finally got around to changing the front porch light that has been out since before I moved in. I borrowed a ladder from Tom, who said I may have difficulty getting it set up. I did. So I tried WD40 again. Worked like a charm, the ladder now opens and closes with ease. Although changing the bulb was still an ordeal, since I'm terrified of heights.

So.. less than forty-eight hours ago I got a call from my father. And in less than seventy-two hours, I will be meeting my new step-mom. It's weird.

I still don't know what to think and I think my brain is still refusing to process. It will be an interesting Thanksgiving, to say the least.

So.. I can't take all the credit. Without Josh, I probably would have taken even longer, would have cried and/or screamed at least once and maybe would have given up in a fit of anger.

It's a long story and it involves blood and a trip to Home Depot for needle-nosed pliers, lots of gross water all over the floor and tons of dirty towels. In the end, all it took was a little duct tape.

But, the washing machine is fixed. We are so graduating Home Ec.

So.. there just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day. I have started requiring ten to twelve hours of sleep a night, and since I work an eight hour day and I drive forty-five minutes to an hour (each way) to work, this leaves very little time for anything else.

Besides being physically tired, I'm emotionally tired. I'm tired of people who lie to me, which I know I have posted about before. I'm tired of things not going the way I want them to. I'm tired of the holidays coming up and me not being ready. I'm debating a boycott.

Today was a long day. The rest of the week isn't looking too good either.

So.. it's things like this that really make me lose faith in people, in relationships. The way someone will say one thing and just not mean it. I don't understand why. I don't think there even is a reason. All I know is I deserve more, better. I deserve respect.

And this time I won't let it stop me from listening to Maroon 5.

It's been a rough week, or two. I don't want to post about any of it, because I don't want to face any of it.

I'm not calling for a second chance
I'm screaming at the top of my voice
Give me reason, but don't give me choice
Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.