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So busy that I'm wheezing

Today I am thankful for inhalers.

Now, I just have to get health insurance so I can get one.

Yeah....back in the day, when I was first diagnosed with asthma and let my prescription expire, I could go to the pharmacy and buy Primatene Mist over the counter.

Not anymore.....thanks Obama.

Yes, that one was Obama.

The healthcare debacle was Obama but it was started by Clinton.

Trump is the reason I'm taking less money home every month (there, I had to make it fair).

So....

New cabinets (solid wood...woo hoo).

New countertops (crap, they look like the nurse's station at work....note to self, don't pick out countertops after an overnight shift).

New carpet,

New hardwood floors,

New top soil,

New deck,

New siding,

New roof and

new gutters.

I'm cleaning out the house!  Everything is so very dusty that I whistle when I breathe.

That's funny because I never learned how to whistle.

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I'm trying to stay out of neighborhood drama.  Yesterday it was so bad that I drove out to a voodoo shop in Wheat Ridge looking for Hot Foot Powder because I was too lazy to dig out my sulfer.

Yeah...I had some top soil delivered yesterday and my dick-arse neighbor parked ON the pile and spread it out into the street.

He's an idiot.  Never GIVE a bitchy witchy your foot print.

Witches like footprints - they're great for hoodoo.

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Hoodoo....

that brings me to my rant of the day....

Cultural Appropriation.

Do you know that there is a movement trying to stop white witches from practicing Hoodoo?

Oh man....

so white folks are Heinz 57 - we have so many races and mixes in our blood that color really doesn't matter any more.

(yeah...says the former wanna-be jazz mucisian who passed as mulato in her early twenties).

We are really taking things a tad bit too far.

I really don't think Papa Legba gives a hairy rats ass about who leaves him the rum and cigars.

I do have Greek and Irish heritage.

Am I supposed to get pissed off at black people who worship Ares?

No.....the more the merrier.

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I'm trying very hard to rise above the fray.

People are stupid.

Some white people practice Hoo Doo.

Some black people worship Greek Gods.

Stupid neighbors get all bent out of shape when they can't park in front of your house because you're planting a garden.  Part of me is actually impressed that my dick neighbor could off road on a mound of top soil.

It's insane.

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I'm checking in.

I learned some disturbing stuff about child support that makes me sad for deadbeat dads but I'm not sure how much to share and when.

I didn't know that when a man owes arrearages, it is not uncommon for a judge to force him to pay it off within 24 months to avoid jail.

He now owes over $42,000.  There is no way in heck that would be fair (even if he made his previous salary).

Still.....

When a man has slithered out of alimony, squatted in your home and trashed it, stole a huge chunk of the 401K, got his child support heavily reduced based on a lie about being an alcoholic,

it's hard to feel sorry for him.

I'm trying very hard to be fair.

It would be easier if he'd fair to me.

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Today finds me trying not to curse an ass hat (or several actually)…..

and honoring my compassion for an abusive stalker so I don't take 60% of his paycheck (even if he is making half of what he made during the marriage).

I'm off to bed in the hopes of trying to cling to whatever empathy I can find for destructive idiots.

There is a fine line between being abusive towards those who harm us and our property and drawing personal boundaries.

Love ya,

S.

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