Last night began the fall term of Institute class. Instead of going alone I invited two other girls [I'm calling us the "hottie posse" or maybe not]. The class this semester is on the Book of Revelations - always an interesting topic but never really understood.
On our drive to campus I'm telling the girls about Bregg and my previous encounters with weirdos there. They both laugh thinking I'm exaggerating. Little did they know...
Class is over, we stack our chairs, grab some snacks and wait. I was looking for an old roommate whose name I saw on the roll so I must have inadvertently looked at this guy. He's probably 6' 1" with dark brown, curly hair. He's carrying a laptop, Bible, Book of Mormon, and glasses case. This is his opening line:
"I've gotta get a bag to carry all this stuff in" to which friend #2 says, why don't you go right now. HA!
He continues unfaltering [or maybe he didn't hear her] "yeah I'm just so tired and anxious, I've only slept like 3 hours, actually it's more like only 2 hours (in his mind you can hear 'I'll get sympathy with the less hours I claim to have slept, plus then if I'm stupid is because I haven't slept. yeah that sounds good')".
I asked why he's so anxious. "This guy is stalking me". We all trade looks that say 'are you sure you want to talk to girls, seems like you're a mans man'.
He continues without hesitation "he's dating my ex-girlfriend. Well, she was cheating on me or at least I think she was cheating on me with him and now she's cheating on him and he must think it's with me. You know to get back at him. But I'm not. So I looked him up on Google, and found he has a webpage or something that talks about doing a voodoo doll of me and he's trying to kill me. So I called the cops on him. But it took them 20 minutes to get to my house and they're only like 4 blocks away. By the time the cops got to my house, he was gone. So now I'm looking for a new apartment. And I changed my phone number and changed my email address, but somehow the ex-girlfriend sent me an email and I responded and then she forwarded it to the guy, and then he emailed me all this stuff about how terrorists are going to take over the country and he'll be there to wave them in. But so I'm tired and I just started classes again. I'm getting my Masters degree in Behavioral Psychology and Counseling."
Those are just the highlights that I can remember. This was all without a single word from the three of us. Only looks of terror. But you have to give him props for approaching three ladies. On the car ride home we decided we are going to have to be rude to some guys. We cannot have this every week. Friend #2 offered to pipe up and be the person to give the creep the heave-ho.
As he walked away and we all put our hands to our heads I turned to them and said decidedly, "It must be me!" We all got a big laugh out of that.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Some Bad News
Last week I went in to the county courthouse to drop off the last of my divorce papers. In 5-6 days I call in, they say "your divorce decree is here", I pick it up and am free. Or at least that's what was supposed to happen.
Instead I got there and the little Asian lady starts shaking her head slightly. I think, "please let it just be Parkinsons' Disease, please oh please".
No dice.
Turns out, Adam disagreed with the divorce documents. WHAT?! Oh wait, I remember that he sent me something. His 1987 pink Acura had died back in June so he got a new car. So instead of writing in a different document saying, by the way, I got a new car and it's mine, he disagreed with the divorce.
Now we have to go to mediation. Shoot me. Of course I try my best to explain that he's a moron and only disagreed that the doesn't have the car anymore, he wanted to notify the court of the new one, and he's in Missouri. She was very unsympathetic.
So now I think we're going to have to do some sort of phone mediation (which I'm making him pay for if there are any costs involved) which will go something like this:
A: "I got a new Corolla in June. It's mine. She can't have it."
Me: "I understand I can't have it. I don't want it. I will not try to take it in or after the divorce is final."
Mediator: "Great. Sign this document and mail it in."
I could have been legally single this Friday! Who knows how long this will take now. I guess I'm not going anywhere soon.
Instead I got there and the little Asian lady starts shaking her head slightly. I think, "please let it just be Parkinsons' Disease, please oh please".
No dice.
Turns out, Adam disagreed with the divorce documents. WHAT?! Oh wait, I remember that he sent me something. His 1987 pink Acura had died back in June so he got a new car. So instead of writing in a different document saying, by the way, I got a new car and it's mine, he disagreed with the divorce.
Now we have to go to mediation. Shoot me. Of course I try my best to explain that he's a moron and only disagreed that the doesn't have the car anymore, he wanted to notify the court of the new one, and he's in Missouri. She was very unsympathetic.
So now I think we're going to have to do some sort of phone mediation (which I'm making him pay for if there are any costs involved) which will go something like this:
A: "I got a new Corolla in June. It's mine. She can't have it."
Me: "I understand I can't have it. I don't want it. I will not try to take it in or after the divorce is final."
Mediator: "Great. Sign this document and mail it in."
I could have been legally single this Friday! Who knows how long this will take now. I guess I'm not going anywhere soon.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Julie & Julia
For Girls Night Out last weekend, Grandma Dolores, Mom, Janene, and I went out for dinner and a movie. I think this was the first time any of us went to a movie on opening night. My mom was so worried the movie would be sold out, Janene and I just laughed. "Really, Julie and Julia sold out? HA!" Turns out, it was a packed theater.
This movie was so fantastic. Not at all a chick-only-flick. There were several times that we laughed out loud. It was such a great story because the wives and husbands in the story were so devoted to each other. There was no hanky-panky that is in every other movie now; there was one swear word that they could have done without and another word that is just funny to hear her say. If those two words were left out, it would have been rated G.
But it's a fabulous story of working hard on a project that tests you, that you can do anything you put your mind and effort to. I personally took away that I don't need someone else to make me happy, I just need myself and a good project. My mom learned you should never apologize for anything you cook. If you mess up in the kitchen that's fine, no one is there to see your mistake. Fix it up as best you can and keep going.
I think this is a movie husbands would like. So for all you that have been dragged to action movie after CGI movie, make them take you to this one as pay back. They won't mind. And I guarantee, you'll both walk away with a smile.
This movie was so fantastic. Not at all a chick-only-flick. There were several times that we laughed out loud. It was such a great story because the wives and husbands in the story were so devoted to each other. There was no hanky-panky that is in every other movie now; there was one swear word that they could have done without and another word that is just funny to hear her say. If those two words were left out, it would have been rated G.But it's a fabulous story of working hard on a project that tests you, that you can do anything you put your mind and effort to. I personally took away that I don't need someone else to make me happy, I just need myself and a good project. My mom learned you should never apologize for anything you cook. If you mess up in the kitchen that's fine, no one is there to see your mistake. Fix it up as best you can and keep going.
I think this is a movie husbands would like. So for all you that have been dragged to action movie after CGI movie, make them take you to this one as pay back. They won't mind. And I guarantee, you'll both walk away with a smile.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Wondering
What would be my 6-year anniversary is coming up this Saturday, August 8. Part of me would like to do something nice for myself (like a pedicure, some shopping) but the other part of me thinks I should ignore the day and treat it like any other. I don't want to commemorate my wedding date when on the verge of divorce.
What do you guys think? Ignore it or do something?
What do you guys think? Ignore it or do something?
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