Hmm...

Maybe I should have told everyone I'm not posting here anymore.

Not for awhile anyway.

I am posting here every day though.

See ya there :)

I am never getting married again...

And here are some reasons why.

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The rest of the story...

As some of you may or may not know, #6 is out.

My sister was here from Montana last week to close out my Grandfathers estate. Because it was time to settle the bank accounts and Mike was going to be found out, when he picked her up from the airport he fessed up to her that he had been taking money from the estate account since March. He told her it was to pay for my medical bills from my shoulder surgery last fall. He told her that insurance wouldn't pay because it was the second time I had the procedure on that shoulder. He said that collection agents were calling and threatening to garnish his wages and he didn't want me to know.

Three days later, on Monday morning, my Mom came to the farm and they all three sat around me like they were either going to tell me there had been a death in the family or they were sending me to fat camp. Either way, from the look on their faces I knew the news was going to be bad.

As soon as the words were out, I knew it was a lie. I knew there were no medical bills, we have great insurance, and wouldn't I have had some idea. Looking at Mike, I knew there was more to the story, but he wasn't talking. At that point, my Mom and Sister were somewhat defending him and kept telling me not to be so "hard on him" and that we could get through this. I kept looking at him wanting to scream and punch him in the face. He was crying and saying how sorry he was, he said he did the only thing he could think of to take care of things and he never wanted to upset me. That made me want to punch him even more.

Wendy showed up about a half hour into things. She couldn't believe what was happening either, but suggested that if I didn't believe him to call the hospital and doctors office. You see, Mike told us he got rid of all the bills, didn't keep any receipts of payment and wrote the checks for cash or to himself so I wouldn't find out about the bills and "worry." So thats what I did. I made phone calls, only to find out what I had assumed was correct. All the bills had been paid in full by insurance. Mike had stolen the money.

It turned out that the last check he wrote himself was the morning he picked my sister up at the airport. He had cleaned out the entire account. The checks I wrote for October farm upkeep had all been returned. There was no money. He had also stolen from the new account I opened for the rental spaces, had been taking cash advances from our checking account, cleaned out our savings account and been regularly taking payday loans.

I know your thinking to yourself, where did the money go? We don't know. As far as we can figure out it went to Slurpees and chewing tobacco.

By the time we were getting to the bottom of this, my sister had gone to the attorney and Mike had taken two Lorazepams and gone to bed. I wanted to go beat him in the bed with a baseball bat, but decided to call the sheriff and have him arrested instead. The sheriffs office said they were in the middle of a transport, but would send a deputy out as soon as one was available. Lucky for Mike, my sister got home first and told me to call off the sheriff because if he were arrested the farm would never be paid back.

Mike is now living in the little house across the driveway from me. He cries all the time like a child who broke the neighbors window with his baseball.

I want to throw up every time I look at him.

I look around my house and see the things that were paid for with money stolen from my family. Wyatt cries because he thinks his toys are all "stolen," and I now refer to our new puppy as the "hot dog" because I don't believe that when when you mix stolen money with your own money there is a line of what is yours and what is not. I will never again go on blind faith that everything is "o.k" or believe someone because they assure me that I can.

I feel so stupid.

I feel so betrayed.

And that my friends, is the rest of the story.

Believe it or Not

So today is the fortieth anniversary of the moon walk.

Or is it?

Do you think man has really walked on the moon?

I don't.

I will tell you the reasons I don't believe it, but you can't argue with me because I'm not a good debater and so I'll tell you your right and I'll agree that you may have a point just to get you to quit trying to change my mind.

I'm that way about alot of things, I'm very non-confrontational.

Ask anybody who knows me, except my fourth and fifth husband.

So here's what I think.

If we walked on the moon once, how come we never went back?

How come nobody else has ever walked on the moon?

Doesn't it make you wonder?

How come we can get to the moon, land there, walk around, plant a flag, drive around and then take off again, but can't get to the bottom of the ocean, or even design a dish washer that you don't really have to pre-rinse for.

I like the whole idea, I like the story, I even like the boots.

I just don't believe it.

Fun on the Farm!

Quinn Cummings "Notes from the Underwire"

Ok, it's really still Thursday right now, but I am SO excited about this I thought I better prepare a day early and have it auto post while I'm sleeping so I can catch all the time zones tomorrow, which for you right now is really today...

There is also the possibility that I would have stayed up all night worrying about this post, then at four this morning fallen asleep during an infomercial and remembered later today sometime between the View and Oprah. That's just how I roll, it's all or nothing.

Ok, so without further ado, my questions answered...

I was thrilled beyond thrilled to be asked to ask you a thing or two,
so here goes.

Thrilled to be invited to answer, so we're even.

How long did it take you to write your book?

So many answers to that. It took me forty years of living, three years of blogging, one year of official writing and one year of working on rewrites.

How long have you been blogging?

I had to go check that. I started in February, 2005.

If given the opportunity, would you consider acting again?

I enjoyed the bit between "Action" and "Cut," but really didn't like the rest of it all that much. I can't imagine wanting to do something where the odds of getting a job were so small, what with me not being Megan Fox and all, and my feelings about the job were so compromised.

Is the I.V cat still alive?

Once I walked out of their house, we didn't exactly stay in touch, so I can't say with certainty, but since that was ten years ago and the cat was incredibly elderly then, I can't see how she's still around. Then again, these women loved her very much; maybe they sent her to Switzerland for monkey-gland injections, the way Keith Richards is rumored to do.

What is raita?

It's a side-dish from India. It's liquid yoghurt with, among other things, diced cucumber in it. It's makes a nice cooling note to spicier Indian foods. My kid loves it about 33% of the time.

These were just a few of what I considered to be "on topic" questions.

Then there were a few off topic questions...

What is your favorite Girl Scout cookie?

Trefoils, because shortbread makes me very happy.

Do you think the world will end in 2012?

Oh, I hope not. I just bought a large bottle of capers.

Which do you prefer, quality or quantity?

Great question. Quality is lost on me, because I'm a heathen. Quantity is lost on me because I end up feeling guilty if I have a lot of something because I start fixating on those who don't have any of whatever it is I have a plentitude of, but I have to pick one so I choose quality.

Where is your dream vacation destination?

It's quiet, it has a superb reading spot, it's cool rather than warm and I can get there without getting on a plane, because I'm one of those people who has to hold up the plane with her fingertips and her hyperventilating. And the people in the next room are mute. Beyond that, I'm not picky.

I want to thank Quinn for gracing the farm with her wit and charm today and adding a little class around the place. I feel so special and SO cool for being asked to take part in her blogging book tour. Be sure to pick up her new book "Notes from the Underwire" when you get a chance and maybe an extra copy for a friend. If you have friends like me, you know your better off buying another copy then loaning her yours because even if you do get it back, the pages will likely be stuck together with pot roast or pancake syrup.

Also remember you can get a fresh does of Quinn even after you've finished the book by logging into her blog, The QC Report.

Thanks again QC.

Peas Out.

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Don't forget, tomorrow is the BIG day, QnA with Quinn Cummings! If you haven't bought her book yet, swing by her blog and read some of her other blogging book tour interviews, you will LOVE her writing.

We spent almost the entire day yesterday fussing around with a new computer for #6. He has been wanting a laptop and yesterday was the day to make that happen. It only required three trips to town, two calls to Apple, one call to Verizon and countless hours of setting things up. I dare you to try setting up an airport wireless router and getting a connection any farther than twenty feet away. It just isn't possible. He ended up with a Verizon wireless plug in deal, but I think I'm going to call our local ISP today to get one of their routers.

If I said I wasn't jealous of Lucky's laptop I would be the biggest liar on the planet. He has iLife, Photoshop, and all the other cool stuff I don't have and he won't use. So I look at it and feel sorry for myself, pick it up and the funny thing is, it doesn't feel like home to me. So then I get back on mine where everything is just right and where it should be. I love my Mac, I feel like it's part of me. All my crazy ideas and friends live here and I know just how to get anywhere I want to go.

Thanks J.

Um, by the way... We got his new G4 iBook on Craigslist for 600.00 less than they sell for new. Talk about cutting a fat hog. I hate to profit off of someone else's misfortune, but I have to tell you, the best time to buy a Mac is obviously when the economy is in the toilet.

Today is back to business. Mike has a big shiny John Deere in the driveway on loan from the neighbor that he will use to cut the pastures today. I love the look and smell of a fresh cut field! The kids will be banned to the upstairs until their bedrooms are clean, which could mean I will be delivering food and refreshments for the better part of the day. I will be doing the normal stuff around the house that I am now officially one full day behind on. Oh well, the bigger the job, the bigger the satisfaction when it's done.

I just shaved my legs and my teeth are clean so I'm ready to take on the world!!!

* Speaking of taking on the world, Jack is due to arrive in Seattle from Alaska today. His first and my favorite ex informed me yesterday that he has intentions of taking Wyatt back to Texas with him. Please let me know if you have spotted any flying pigs lately, because I'll need to see some too before I let Wy go on a road trip with that idiot.