Nancymarie’s House

Eleven days of constant dripping water into a garbage can is over. It took a week before Empath resorted to tying string at the leak to draw the water into the can instead of repetative drips. Sleep became normal for a day or two, until the leak turned into a small waterfall and the bucket had to be dumped every 5 hours. The FIL and BIL replaced the copper piping with plastic tubing. Removing all the copper took 80% of the day. It took 30 minutes to install the tubing. The topper to the day was MIL, who came down to pester FIL.

MIL: What are you doing?

FIL: Vacuuming up the mess.

MIL: What mess? There’s nothing there.

FIL: Because I vacuumed it up!

XD

We discovered our Domino’s has pasta bowls and they deliver. OMFG, delish! I had the mac and cheese one and I’ve decided I want to have its babies. Horrible for my diet, but I think the pleasure chemicals produced by my body make up for it.

There’s a leaky pipe in the bedroom ceiling. That’s the reason for the big stain, not a dead mouse or a brown mold. The water started dripping through the dry wall on Halloween (we thought it was the rain), climaxing in a steady dribble yesterday morning. We told FIL who came down and cut out part of the ceiling above the doorway. Once MIL found out, she called the insurance company to get it fixed. FIL got very pissed (lol, love listening to him mad because he’s English) because he intended to fix it himself and now the insurance premiums will go up. MIL also wants to redo the bedroom deco which doesn’t need it. I hope FIL gets MIL to stop and let him fix it because I’m not looking forward to sleeping upstairs on that rock they call a bed. The contractor said it’d cost like 5k-6k to replace all the pipes in the bedroom I think, they weren’t talking very loud and I only got a 12 on my Listen check. So there’s a big garbage can in the doorway of our bedroom with a blue tarp on the carpet and who the hell knows when the pipe will get fixed.

ION, I’ve lost 23# so far since going on the DASH. I’m also jonseing to fuck Dominic Keating. Life’s good though I have way too much internet crap to keep up with.

AMC has been showing horror movies since Oct. 23 through Oct. 31. I’m enjoying them, getting to see many I haven’t seen either in a long time or ever (Return of the Living Dead). It’s sort of got stale on Wednesday, showing Halloween 4 twice. Tomorrow is one to watch with Young Frankenstein.

NaNoWriMo starts in 2 days. I want to participate on it’s own site, but I lost the gumption to write during November and I was afraid no one would read/review my story. The bane of all writers. I’ve had this idea popping around in my head for the last few days and I’m thinking of doing a NaNoWriMo blog rather than publish it on the official site.

Speaking of internet things, I opened up a Tumblr blog for all the cool crap I find while scumming the web. It’s NSFW due to the occasional nude pic. I spent a lot of time yesterday lurking through the naked pics. So many blowjobs and tits, yet the only way to see naked men is digging through homoerotica. Thank gods for Mrs. Candy.

Payday was fun this week. We went in search of a food dehydrator at Walmart and found one for $45. The *only* one in the entire store. Empath picked up 2 pairs of sweatpants also to replace the ones he’s had since we married. We bought some apples and bananas at Sobeys to try out with my new toy. The first run was with a single banana. I’d placed the slices on the wrong side of the tray, so had to take time to put them on the correct side. It took about 4 hours to dehydrate it, only because I couldn’t wait any longer to taste them. At first, the chips were crispy, but they turned chewy when stuck in a container for a few minutes. They were still yummy. Tomorrow, it’s time to get up early to set the rest of the fruit in the machine. I’m nervous about running it during the night; apples can take up to 24 hours to dehydrate.

Yesterday, I popped into a friend’s chat channel. I only recognized 2 names (besides the owner) from when I was a regular there 2 years ago. Apparently, my presence caused some tension with them. I kinda had a feeling it would turn out bad, but I didn’t get kicked out.

My weight loss is doing good. Today I weighed in at 285#, so 20# lost since being on the DASH diet.

I’ve had a helluva time getting BG2 to work with Vista. If it weren’t for a niggling voice, I’d have given up all hope of playing this game again. The first hurdle was finding a version of winrar compatible with Vista. With that done, now it was getting around Vista’s Net Nanny (UAC – user account control) in order to upload dangerous things like portraits. I am the admin on my compy, so why can’t I alter shit in PF? After installing BG2, Empath moved it out of Program Files to another Games directory and that shut up the UAC. I managed to upload the portraits, patches and mods – the ones that WORK, not that Gibberlings3 shit with secret alterations – and attempted to start the game. Now there’s an assertation error with one of the .bif files. I sicced Empath on this problem because I’d given up. I put a lot of thought in reformating the hd back to XP, making it possible for me to play ALL my games. He found a big assertation error list at Bioware’s site and my error was in the list. The .bif file kept looking in PF for info when everything had been moved elsewhere. It’s fixed now and I’m playing a game.

My bday cake is being evil. I’ve fallen off my diet so much this week. I’ve had to give up on my dried fruits. The sweetness burned deep into a couple cavaties so I ended up brushing my teeth until they bled to make the pain go away.

M called last night to wish me hbd. She said her son knocked up his best bud’s cousin, though they are waiting for paternity test results. Not keeping your dick in your pants in genetic in our family.

Today I’m 39 years old. It’s been very good with sweet presents. The ILs gave me a soft shirt and smalled cooler along with $20 which paid for the supper of take out from the movie theater. I had a personal pan ‘roni pizza with a gallon of root beer and breadsticks and Empath had fries, gravy, hot dog and gallon of ice tea. Empath gave me 2 imps from Zero Punctuation. I love them so much; they watch tv and read books with me. ^.^ Empath got home from work with my bday cake and a surprise butterfly balloon (benefits breast cancer research). Pics can be seen on Twitpic.

CJS has a Twitter account now and I’m his first legit follower! *squee*

Wednesday and again with the doctor appointment, though just me this time. It was for a pap smear and breast exam, the latter I wasn’t expecting. I got naked except for my socks and sat in one exam room for 15 minutes while Doc was with another patient. She came in and told me to lay back with my butt near the bottome of the table. Well, I didn’t scoot down far enough before she dropped part of the table, so I did this butt scoot on the table and tore up the paper under me. Typical of me; I’d think I’d remember to scoot farther before laying back. Getting my feet on the stirrups was a pain since my fat thighs don’t bend that way anymore. She lubed me up and stuck what felt like an egg with a handle but I think it was a  speculum. Shortly after, my vaginal muscles contracted and the speculum popped out. The difference between Canadian and US pap smears is the doctor doesn’t stick his/her finger up my butt. US docs like to jab a finger or two up the arse. Let me know if you find a prostate.

An hour later, my tummy felt weird which is normal. I just had someone stuff a metal object and several fingers up there so slight discomfort is expected. I went pee and found some blood on the paper (also normal). I’m supposed to check in in 4 weeks for the test results.

This has been a bad week for food. Sobey’s has chewy Chips Ahoy! cookies on sale, so we bought some and scarfed them down. Horrible of me. I should’ve limited myself to 2, but I ate 10. We’ve also eaten take-out for a couple days, including pizza.

The  good news is BG2 is playable on my compy again. Empath helped me download winRAR and get the mods installed. He told me the user account settings won’t let me change anything in Program Files, so he moved BG2 files to somewhere else and the zipped mods installed just fine. He suggested diabling the Vista Nanny, but I’ve had it save me from a couple of hacker attacks (malware and a trojan) because it always asks me to confirm/deny anything that gets d/l.

Early Tuesday morning (2.30a), I got woken from a dead sleep by a ringing phone. I was still groggy, so it took me a minute to figure out what the sound was and when I did get up, the person calling hung up. I went pee and the phone rang again. I answered it and it was BIL’s gf, hereafter known as Crazy Drunk Bitch (CDB). She wanted to talk to BIL. I told her he wasn’t here and to stop calling cuz it was 2.30 in the morning. She gets belligerent, claiming he’s there and I’m just lying. I hang up, but she calls back and we scream at each other for a few minutes. All of this wakes up Empath, who comes out to see what’s going on. I get dressed in yesterday’s clothes and tell Empath to take me to CDB’s house.

Empath drives us down there and I go knock on her door. She answers, looking pissed off. I tell her to get in the car and we’ll take her home so she can see for herself that BIL’s not at the house. She refuses and I tell her to quit calling then. We scream at each other some more and move this out to her little patch of yard. She tosses her phone down, rips off my purse and glasses and throws them on the ground as well. She’s fast for a CDB. We keep screaming at each other. me telling her to quit calling or come with us to check the house and she that I’m covering for BIL and he is there. We exchange our witty strikes of the night. She says, “My daughter is upstairs asleep. Do you know where your daughter is?” I reply, “Yeah, she’s at home with her dad.” In my head, I’m like, that’s all you’ve got? I retort, “Where’s your man? I know where mine is; he’s in that car.” I like to think I won the verbal sparring. I was more wondering wtf my kid has to do with this than upset over what CDB said. She’s doing this lesbian thing of rubbing against me which annoys me, so I shove her back and she falls down (cuz she’s a CDB). She stands up, claims she fell down and pushes me against a van. Empath bolts from the car and gets in CDB’s face. He orders her to “keep your fucking hands off my wife”. God, what a Man Moment! I squeed in my head over it. CDB starts in on Empath, how he’s hiding BIL and protecting him. While those 2 are yelling, I rummage on the ground for my purse and glasses. I felt like Velma. I slung my purse over my neck and stuffed my dirty glasses inside it, waiting for Empath.

Places get changed and I’m back facing off with CDB. She’s pulling this “Oh, I keep my hands in my pockets” innocent routine which we all know is a trap. I’m thinking it’s in case of witnesses who can claim she was defenseless. Empath knew better. She’s still in my face and that’s literally; we were only separated by my big gut. I get sick of her body rubbing and push her against the van again. She’s hiding her hands, so I stay in close thinking I’m doing the right thing. She headbutts me. So did not see that coming. I don’t know what happened, but I’ve got a good grip on her wrists in each hand to keep her from hitting me and I’m trying to kick her in the cootch. Her inseam is too high and stubby legs here can’t hit the mark. I keep throwing her against the van (may as well use my 100# weight advantage lol). Empath stepped in again (the headbutt pissed him off me thinks). I didn’t intend on using him as a shield, but I remember swinging my right fist over his shoulder and smacking CDB in the cheek (I felt bone; cheekbone or brow maybe). I get ahold of her by a wrist and her throat. Yea, I go for the throat when it’s bad, but I wasn’t choking her. The look on her face sorta of shows she’s not happy about this turn. I guess I was suppose to cry and give up after getting a Glasgow Kiss. I calmed down and made an attempt to get her on the ground for better control. Sometime during this, a yokel on the second floor started yelling for us to knock it off and leave. We yelled back for him to get CDB to quit calling us at 3a. So CDB is on her ground on her knees, asking me wtf I was doing. What I wanted to do was get her on her stomch and put a hammerlock on her to physically control her.

Empath came in and I don’t know what but CDB went inside her apartment and we left. Empath suggested we get donuts. Both of were too keyed up. We get home and find BIL is hiding out in the dark kitchen. CDB keeps calling and he answers it (until 4.30a). They broke up and she’s not happy about it or something. What do you expect from a CDB? We check my face for blood and bruises and find nothing. I can see a couple millimeters of redness at the tip of my top lip where the philtrum is. Empath stays up all night because it’s almost 5a before either of us are calmed enough to sleep. I make a barrier in the hall because now I’m uber paranoid. My head aches a little, but it’s been doing that most of the day Monday. I lay in bed for a couple hours and Empath comes in to keep his legs warm. I woke up around 9a with a killer headache. I brush my teeth and notice my left pinky nail is gone. My face looks normal, just that tiny red mark on my upper lip. I take a Tylenol for the headache when I can’t take the pain anymore (about 3p). I find out BIL unplugged the main phone, so none of the phones can call out/receive calls. Four in the afternoon, I start feeling the hurt muscles in my nose and forehead. I hold a cold compress against my face and hope that helps. If I don’t move around too quickly, my head is fine.

This morning, I had a doctor’s appointment for a pap smear. Empath came along so Doc could check his thumb. I decided to confess my fight the night before and see if I’m okay. Doc gives me a motor skills test to check the nerves and muscles which I passed. There’s no bleeding or bruising, I’m not falling down and didn’t pass out. Doc gives me the okay, but tells me to come back in a week. Doc also tells me my bloodwork came back normal except for a tendancy toward high cholesterol. The pap smear gets pushed back another week, mostly due to my period haven been around on the 18th. Empath gets the same results on his bloodwork, his leg xrays were normal and his thumb is healing great. He’s got the okay to return to regualr work, so hurrah for him. When we leave, I suggest we hit Subway for breakfast to celebrate.

We talked about the fight, both of us deciding I won. The ILs are back and the phone is plugged in again. I wonder if they heard the messages on the answering maching. What does MIL think of CDB now? Before they were plumb buddies. I’m pretty petty and want CDB to be in a lot of pain today, like her back hurts and she’s got a blackeye. CDB deserves it. I know the really smart thing to do would’ve been to hide the phone under pillows or something (we can’t shut off the ringer) and ignore CDB. I don’t like getting woken up for no good reason. Also, I call people on their bullshit. I offered her time and again to come with us to search the house or stfu and she would do neither.

Empath’s thumb looks very good for having cut off what he did. The bandage was the worst, trying to soak it off with warm water and hoping like hell the damn thing didn’t start bleeding again. It’s been doing fine since except for when he pulled up a pair of socks. It bled a little, so we stuck a Band-Aid on it. Pics may be seen here.

Friday, we did our bimonthly grocery run and stopped for 2 haircuts. There was a lot of grey hair in my clippings.

My weight is doing well, dropped another 2# since last time (291#). Empath gained weight (232#). He claims we have a symbiotic relationship; there is only so much weight availible between us, so if one loses pounds the other gains them.

Empath cut a hunk out of his thumb on the meat slicer at work yesterday. He  called me at 3p to tell me he was at an ER waiting for someone to see him. He came home at 6.30p with a sock bandage on his thumb and a bloody arm from the tetanus shot. He had permission to return to work, but I said he wasn’t going to because what can he do with one hand? He can’t grip anything to dish salads or cut anything because he’s got to be careful of his thumb. He called his boss and said he wouldn’t be in. This morning, he gets dressed and tells me he’s going in anyway. I hug and kiss him goodbye.

In my head though, the conversation went like this:

Empath: I know I said your opinion matters to me, but I’m going to do what I want because you’re a stupid cunt.

Me: Yeah, I’m a stupid cunt and it’s really my fault you got hurt. BTW, hope you rip your thumb open again.