So... yes, I fully realize it's been a few days since last I posted anything of merit in here. However, I know also that you love me and will continue to do so indefinately. Or something.

I would love to tell you all about the man who came into my life just recently. I would love to tell all the juicy details about how when our eyes met, I felt the earth move. I would like to tell you about how wonderful it was to feel his eyes upon me, filling me with a sense of rightness and completeness.

I would like to share with you the incredible joy and thrill I felt when he first brushed his fingers against my skin "accidentally". And I want to tell you all about how magnificent his voice is... how it fills me with peace and desire at the same time.

However, you're SOL cause that hasn't happened.

Had ya goin there for a moment, didn't I?

I promise tho, as soon as any of those things happen, I'll tell you all about them. You'll be the first person I tell. Honestly. For real and true.

Well, Okay, so maybe Mom, Sympatico and Charles will be the first to know... however, you're right up there with them.

As it sits, however, I have nothing of that sort to report to you.

My heart was wrenched from my chest on Monday. My dear and beloved Joey got clipped by a car. He slipped out as I was trying to close the door, and ran out into the yard as if he was going to play. I, of course, called him back, but in true male fashion, he completely ignored me. Unbeknownst to either of us, however, there was a huge, red dragon (faintly resembling a Ford Aerostar) which was rapidly approaching Joey's territory.

He made the decision that he would defend his property, thus dashed out into the street to intercept said dragon. He didn't actually get run over, but the dragon simply didn't see him and tho Joey snapped at its foreleg (faintly resembling a wheel well) the aforementioned dragon simply didn't see him.

Joey took it like a man. He didn't yelp, but he did come back into the yard, growling low and walking a little slowly. He didn't have any broken bones, and all I could find, after searching him over completely, was a single drop of blood on his chin.

I believe, with all my heart, that Joey was protected by angels. The way he was running at that dragon, he "should" have been run over and crushed. I thank God repeatedly that Joey was spared that.

So, I was a little messed up for a while. It really flipped me out. I think I was shaking more than Joey was. In fact, I was so flipped out that I didn't realize I was burning my hair with the cigarette that was in my mouth.

Isn't that completely and totally pathetic? My heart hurts even now. I was so terrified that Joey was gonna get hurt.

He's a little pissed off now, but I don't even open the door anymore until I have him on his leash. Damn it, I was so completely scared for him.

He IS okay. And he still has all his teeth, so I don't think he actually got hit hard. But damn it...

I didn't actually see the impact. I believe, completely, that Joey was surrounded by angels. Cause the rate the beast was movin and the rate Joey was movin... it would have been a fatal deal.

The lady who had been driving pulled around the block, coming back. I think she was shaking more than Joey was too. But not more than me. I couldn't breathe too well for a while there.

But, it's all over now. So I suppose I should just move on, eh?

Got a phone call from my sister this evening. She didn't actually talk to me, but she did talk to my Mom. And I could hear her. Seems she got a call from my bro tonight. And he was bitchin as is par for the course.

Anyway, she was bitchin and hysterical and overly emotional all over the place. The whole roller coaster thing coming in to play. She was doin some major loop-de-loops tonight. And tho I was all the way on the other side of the room, I could hear her through the receiver.

*shrugs*

Anyway... Mom had a real hard day, and the minute she picked up the phone, I could hear Yvonne screaming, crying and yelling. Me, the protective daughter... I wanted to grab the phone away from Mom, tell Yvonne to "suck it up" and leave Mom alone.

Then, I wanted to tell Yvonne to call HER mother to bitch and yell and complain. But I didn't do either of those.

Instead, I'm bitching to you guys about it. *grins* Dontcha just love me to bits?

This is my point...

My brother...... ===okay, for those of you who HAVEN'T been reading me for a long time, let me summarize. My adopted brother, Dan, married Yvonne. He was extremely abusive to her, physically, emotionally and verbally. He cheated on her, they had a long, drawn out divorce and finally are completely free of each other. Over the past six years, Dan calls often, bitching and screaming at Yvonne. After said phone calls, she bitches and screams and is basically a hellion with absolutely no self-control whatsoever.... Caught up? Good.====

My brother called tonight, the typical happened, and then Yvonne had to call Mom and bitch and complain and cry and scream about how life is so unfair and how she is so burdened and mistreated and so on.

=====Okay, this is a PS, sorta thing, added after the entry was up for a while. This is mainly to Charles... in my opinion, the actions of my sis, pathetically described here, are hysterics. To me, her behavior is completely and totally hysterical. I do not behave that way. The way you saw me, after the nightmare, that's the extreme for me. The is the ultimate in being out of control for me personally. In comparison to Yvonne? *chuckles* Had I been behaving as Yvonne would have, my screams and wails of pain would have awakened the entire building. I'm the nice one. *smirks* ======

What I'd really like to do is walk up to my sister (ex-sister-in-law) and smack her once or twice to get her attention, then look her in the face and tell her, point blank. "Don't answer the phone!"

However, that would simply be pointless.

I just want her to figure out that when you do the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result, YOU are the idiot, not the other way around. This is something I know very well. I haven't mastered it yet, obviously, but I'm aware of it.

Also, I have a much different way of dealing with shit like that. Hell, my ex tried that with me while we were still married, but separated. He called, bitched and ranted and screamed. I was playing solitaire on the computer, set the phone on my shoulder and let him bitch and scream until he was through.

After he took a breath, I stated in a calm and mild tone, that I didn't agree with him and that I wasn't going to follow his demand at that specific time. He started screaming again.

I spoke over him, without shouting or being hysterical, simply speaking loud enough to be heard. "I will not listen to this, Duncan. When you have calmed down, then speak to me."

He didn't like that and started screaming and yelling louder. In the middle of his rant, he screamed at me that he wasn't going to put up with my attitude and that I was being a bitch. He then hung up on me.

*smirks*

So, I hung up and continued playing solitaire. He called back immediately and I let the machine pick it up. *shakes her head, chuckling* He tried to get me to pick up the phone, but I just let him rant into the machine. Finally he stated that he was going to come over because he wasn't willing to not get this settled right now.

*rolls her eyes*

Yes, he did come over to the house, and he was angry and rough. I refused to see him and he didn't accept that answer. Since I wasn't really able to walk well yet, I was a little cautious about being alone with him. I told him not to close the door, but he ignored me...

Regardless... the long and short of that situation was that I finally left the bedroom he had me trapped in by asking him to get me a glass of water. He did so, I left the room. This, of course, pissed him off even more, but I just made my way down the hall and sat down in the living room where Dad was. *chuckles*

Duncan knew better than to try anything with me when my Dad was there.

So, what really pisses me off so much about my sis?

It's been a little over six years since they separated. He calls twice a week in order to talk to the kids. Sometimes he asks to talk with her. Out of every 10 times he calls, at least seven of those he's bitching, screaming and yelling at Yvonne in an absolute rage over some thing or other.

My thought... Most times, when he calls, he's an ass.

Solution... Don't answer the phone.

Situation... Dan calls in a rage and spews his rage upon his ex wife.

Solution... Don't answer the phone.

Situation... Dan screams and rages and bellows in rage and fury almost every time he sees/speaks to Yvonne.

Solution... Don't answer the phone, and ask for a police escort when dropping off and picking up the kids for visitations.

Are any of you seeing a pattern here yet???

Dan hangs up on her after screaming filth at her. She picks up the phone two minutes later when he calls again. DOH!!!

So, Yvonne complains and bitches. After he's reemed her, she has to call Mom and bitch and yell and complain about how rotten Dan is to her and how he is so dastardly mistreating her.

GAH!!!

Um... Are any of you seeing a pattern here???

Hello?

Am I the only person who sees a pattern?

The epitome of stupidity...

Doing something the same way every time and expecting a different result.

See, I used to be the person Yvonne would call and bitch to. She would complain and rail and rant. I let that go on four or five times. I thought maybe if she just talked it out a few times, she'd get over it and be able to move on with her life.

Uh uh.

No deal.

So, I quit taking the calls.

This brings me to another (short) topic.

I firmly believe that the telephone is a tool. It is NOT a responsibility. I am not, in any way, shape or form, obligated to answer the ringing of the phone. None.

I am completely willing to let the phone ring. If it bothers me, I'll unplug it. No worries. If I don't want to talk with anyone, I'll either shut off the ringer, or simply unplug the phone.

Yvonne is not that way. Nor was Duncan. For Duncan, it was like a compulsion. He simply could NOT let the phone ring.

In the middle of sex? Yup.

In the middle of the game he wanted to watch? Yup.

Oh... but then he'd get pissed off that someone had called during the game. *rolls her eyes*

Cmon, it's a phone, not a child. It's perfectly okay to ignore the phone.

His response... What if it was an emergency?

My response... Then we'll get the message and call them back later. It's okay to wait another ten minutes.

*chuckles*

Let the machine get it. Screen the call. If it's an emergency which warrents attention, then answer the call. If it's not, get back to them when you're not busy.

*chuckles*

But, that's my own opinion. Obviously.

I am not a phone person.

I like not being bound to the phone's whims. After all, who knows when the call will be from some psycho electronic entity which simply wants to find a way into my soul? (for the reference, see Lawnmower Man)

Love and all to you and yours, mine dahlinks.