Oh boy… if my neighbor only knew that I was sitting here blogging about his life.. UGH! That’s okay… he never needs to know! So here I go airing out more…
“Assistant” has my phone number. When I first met her I really was clueless to what was going on next door and I had told her I do photography, she wanted me to do her daughter’s pictures so I handed her a business card. She called…
She wanted to inform me that she called the cops, because “Jim” has some of her stuff and she has some of his, she wants to exchange property. Well, she’s trying to get statements together from people to give to the cops showing him what “Jim” does. Okay, what does this have to do with me??!?!? I’m not a hooker… I’ve only talked to the man a few times. Oh, right… one of those conversations was quite awkward.
When I met “Assistant” she had just gotten her boob job. That kinda spiked my curiosity of what in the world does he do? I knew he was an artist, because I’ve seen him load his canvases in the car, but what kind of “Assistant” gets a boob job? So I asked. I asked him, “Jim”, what is it that you do? It was a day I was loading my kids in the car as he was putting art in his. He told me that he takes exotic pictures of women…. oh, so that explains the unusual traffic of women… whatever *rollseyes* Then came the kicker…. “I’m going to say this in the most respectable way I can. If you ever want to do pictures for your husband I would love to do them.” Yes, he really said that to me. My thoughts… oh, yeah, I’m just going to have some random, old perv take my pictures! Let me just take off my clothes for ya…. H TO THE N-O!
So, phone call today… she wants a statement about it and then told me that if I had allowed him to (um, never an option) that he would have made money off my pictures. That’s great! Could you imagine???? Not that I would EVER, EVER, EVER allow ANYBODY to take pictures of me…. could you imagine if I was clueless, had no self respect and wanted to go ahead with it… then one day when I became rich and famous (because we all know one day it will happen) the pictures came to haunt me… lovely.
I wonder what else is going to unfold. I don’t like being the person they both talk to, however, I like to know what’s going on. I’m a girl, and drama is my nature. I don’t like being a part of drama, but I LOVE HEARING ABOUT IT!
Wow…. um, yeah…. Celeste, I know you’re reading this, my friend. And I’d like you to give your Mother In-Law two thumbs up for me on the winner she chose to rent your old house… and while you’re at it… COME BACK!!!! I FRICKING MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY! Just think about the fun our girls can have together living next door to each other again. And P.S. Saturday is going to be SO MUCH FUN!!! I HAVE NEEDED A GIRLS NIGHT OUT SINCE MY BIRTHDAY! That’s pathetic huh? I owe you for your birthday so it’s going to be FUN!
I got sick and couldn’t continue on with the neighbor saga, but here I am to continue for all of those who were calling/emailing/DMing LOL Names are being changed to protect identity.
There was a knock on my door and I answer to find his “assistant” standing there, sunglasses on and not very happy. “Do you know how to get ahold of “Jim”?” She asked. “Um, no.” I’m sitting here thinking why would I know how to get ahold of him? I’m just the neighbor that sits back and watches all the weirdness go on.
She tells me that he turned off her and her kids’ cell phones, changed his number, threatened to kill himself. He’s in debt because he would spend between $300-$500 a day on escorts. And that’s where I laughed and said oh… I thought he was a pimp. She looked at me and said, “Oh, he makes money off of these girls too.” WOW. So he is a pimp!
“Assistant” continues to stop by wondering if he’s come home yet. He actually has come home, cleaned out his garage so he can park his car in there, poured out all of his alcohol and disposed of the bottles in recycling, and is kinda hiding out from her. I have no idea what in the world is going on. I saw him yesterday and asked how he’s doing and he said that he’s doing better. I asked if he has kids and he said yes, and his wife of 25 years passed away. Then he jokingly said… “I don’t think that’s the reason for my actions this summer.” I think he had a breakdown.
So, “assistant’s” story is that he’s basically a pimp that sleeps with escorts. His story is that him and “assistant” broke up. Somebody is delusional, and my bet is on HIM. Although he did buy “assistant” a boob job, and from my calculations, this happened towards the beginning of whatever relationship they were having.
My thoughts are, she was part of his “business” or whatever the heck it was, and he took their relationship a little more seriously. I think he realized that he was drinking way too much, stopped drinking and realized what in the world he had been up to these last few months. I think he decided to change everything and had to cut her out of the picture in order for this to work. These are just my thoughts on it, who knows. You can tell the man is lost in this world.
I’m a girl… and girls LOVE a good soap opera story in real life to watch unfold. Well, maybe not so much a soap opera story, but in this case…. A REAL LIFE O.M.G THERE’S A PIMP NEXT DOOR STORY!
I’m gonna back it up here for a second to last week…. I think it was last week. I drop Gino off at work and pull up to the house to sit in my car talking on the phone to my friend Kandi while Ella watched Winnie the Pooh. I figured I’d just hang out in the car, wait for her to fall asleep then drive to pick up Jayden. Well, lo and behold, Mr. Mysterious that lives next door and leaves at all hours of the night and did I mention IS OLD is at his house with his “assistant”. Next events happen quite quickly and entire time I’m in complete shock thinking I KNEW IT!!!!
– Trashy car pulls up, blonde bimbo w/tats gets out of car and walks up to house where “assistant” is standing. (Keep in mind I’m in my car, engine off & tinted windows) Trashy girl hands “assistant” a wad of money.
-Mr. Mysterious comes outside and “assistant” walks over to her car while trashy blonde bimbo w/tats goes in the house with Mr. Mysterious. “Assistant” waits outside. Then after a few minutes “assistant” walks over to house, lightly knocks and peeks in and then walks in.
-I’m giving a play by play of all actions right now to my friend Kandi and we’re completely just O.M.G CRAZINESS! So the saga continues…
-“Assistant” and blond bimbo w/tats come back outside and the Mr. Mysterious follows…. CRAP! This is where I get caught. Mr. Mysterious sees me in the car… I pretend like I’m not looking and am in just a complete serious conversation on my phone. Too late… girls leave and Mr. Mysterious approaches my vehicle.
His words: I’m in a complete love triangle mess! Did you see the girls?
Me: Yes I did! Me in my head: and I also saw the wad of cash being exchanged
So, he ends up making this total story up to make me not realize that something completely illegal is going on. So, I come to the conclusion that he is indeed a pimp.
The story doesn’t end here my friends… oh no… the saga continues tomorrow ~ and you’ll find out what exactly this Mr. Mysterious really does… and I’ll tell you this much it’s definitely an O.M.G kind of thing!
Tomorrow’s events will begin…. there was a knock on my door. (and the knock occurred TODAY! See ya back here tomorrow for the conclusion.
The potty training with Ella has amazingly been going pretty well. She tells me when she has to pee pee and we go running to her little toilet. I did not expect this AT ALL. I expected her to not understand the concept ~ she’s not even 2!
Today was one of those days where you actually stop for a brief second and wonder why you’re doing it. Why you’re in the spot you’re in. I run and run and run. I have a full time job at home that does not involve the kids. I barely keep up the house the way it should be kept up because if I’m not working I’m going to one of the kids’ activities…. or taking the dog to puppy training…. EVERY SINGLE DAY THERE’S FRICKEN SOMETHING!
I need a vacation from it all. I visioned myself on a beach with nobody…. guess what, I envisioned a margarita with tequila in it too! Just sitting there on the beach, letting the burning sensation run down my throat and hearing nothing but the waves. But, I’d get a headache, curse myself for drinking when I quit when Gino got baptized (except for the slip up of wine with my friend who’s reading this… hehe) and start missing my chaos. That’s the weird thing about it all. Somedays you just want to scream, but if it all went away and you were left without it, you’d be even more miserable than you were with it.
What do you do when you have a friend with such severe problems in her life you almost want to turn your head and have no part in it?
There’s a girl who lives here that ever since Ella was a newborn has needed me to be her friend. The first time I met her it was I NEED YOU TO BE MY FRIEND. I’m sorry, but I should have clung to that and been there as a good friend to her. I then saw her smoking while being 9 months pregnant and lost all interest in being there for her.
I’m writing this post, because I’m struggling with something. I as a person try to please everybody. I can be there, even when I can’t. I can definitely do that, but honestly I can’t. I can be friends with everybody, but truthfully, I’m so busy I hardly have time for my work and family.
This girl has once again entered my life. Our babies are now 1 1/2 and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to be a friend to someone who needed one. I was on the phone with this friend yesterday and I had asked if she had the internet. Her reply was, “Well, yes and no. We don’t have a DSL cable.” Um… okay, a what?? I’ve never heard of a DSL cable. She too agreed that she’d never heard of it, and thanked me for confirming this. I asked, well, do you have a laptop or a desktop and she said laptop… but she’s banned from it.
WOA! Okay… back up… you’re an adult and you’re banned from a laptop? What kind of a marriage is this girl in???? She then starts opening up and trying to in not so many words tell me how miserable her life is, when I hear “GET OVER HERE!!!!!!!!!” and that was screaming from her husband. She said she had to go and got off the phone.
I don’t know what to do. I hate to turn my head and walk away, but I just don’t think I can handle another situation in somebody else’s life. I know she needs a friend, but I don’t think I can sit here and watch a friend go through a life like that. I doubt she’ll leave him, she’s a very insecure person who has a bad outlook on herself. I’m completely opposite from this and can’t understand why somebody would allow their lives to get to this point.
I guess I kinda need advice on what I should do. I have a lot on my plate and can’t take on another person’s problems, but what kind of person does that make me?
What a Sunday. It started for me at 5am waking up to Sophie pooping in her crate…. me not knowing, because it’s dark and letting her walk out of the crate instead of carrying her. It was gross, and made me want to cry, but we dealt with it.
She’s honestly done pretty well today on going to the bathroom outside…. I’m pretty proud! I must say though that dogs have HORRIFIC GAS! EWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! The kids have been having an absolute ball with her. They all run around the house chasing each other and having fun. Ella is hilarious and Jayden is so happy.
So, I’m funny in a way that I don’t like change. I hate it actually, and when you throw something new in the mix I feel kinda down. I’m feeling that way today and I’m not sure if it’s Sophie or if it’s a decision that I think we’re going to make. It actually could be a mixture of the 2.
A while ago I talked about an opportunity that my Grandma had offered us, which you can read about HERE. Basically I just never talked about it with her and made up my mind that it’s not doable. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to live in a *&it hole like Ely for 2 years. Just not happening. Well, she called today saying that she really needs our help, and I know this. I am the manager of this mobile home park there that is her’s, and I know that there are many things that need to get done. Things that I can’t make sure are getting done from Oregon. So, her new proposal is that we come for 6 months. This is a lot better than 2 years and is actually doable. If we leave when Jayden gets out of school then 3 months of that will be summer, in which we can take lots of little vacations with him. I won’t need to actually be in Ely for the entire 6 months, we can do 3 weeks there, 1 week on the road…. or something like that. The next 3 months after his summer break I’ll home school him until we return to Talent.
So, what’s my husband to do about work when this is all over? What are we going to do about insurance since I do have a Cardiac baby? This is why 6 months just might be okay. Gino can take a leave of absence from Home Depot for up to 6 months (I believe this is the max he’s going to check into this). At the end of our journey he will be guaranteed his job back at Home Depot, with no change in position or pay. Nice huh? For insurance we just pay Cobra and we will all remained medically insured.
The Perks?
We get a 6 month vacation from life with guaranteed jobs after we’re done.
Get to live for free
All money I get paid just gets saved up
We get to travel
I get to spend time with my Great-grandma before she passes away
Did I mention we get to travel????
We will get to help my Grandma out in ensuring that the park is running smoothly and looking it’s best.
We’d get to take the kids to the Salt Lake Temple…. Gino definitley needs to see that!
All the above isn’t too bad right?
The Downfalls?
Well, first off I’d be leaving all my friends that I’ve learned to love so much.
I’d be leaving the beauty of Southern Oregon
I would miss out on the first 2 1/2-3 months of my nephew’s life
I’d be in the miserable town of Ely
We’d have to change wards, which is something I really don’t want to do, but I think we’d be okay here. We are a very strong family, we’ve been through it all…. literally, and I know that we can make it through about anything. I know that we can stay strong in the church, and if Gino has issues with it I’ll just stay strong and set the best example I can.
Jayden would miss out on the first month of school…. luckily here they don’t start school until September, so if we came back in October I’d only be homeschooling him for a month.
I think we might do it. We’ve been planning on moving out of this place anyways, since we’re growing out of it. So, in June we can leave and come back in October to a new home…. maybe even one we’ll own 🙂
I had amazing feedback on my last post regarding this topic, and I appreciate it all so much, so I’m begging for some here! Looking at the perks and downfalls, would we be dumb not to do this?
I’m happy where I’m at. I’m happy where I’m at in every aspect of my life. Especially where I live at. I never thought I could be happy away from my home, but strangely this has become my home.
We’re in a very scary economy, and people are losing their jobs left and right. It’s scary. It’s petrifying. I’m thankful, because I don’t feel like we’re going to be effected by this.
My job is different, I work at home. I do books for my grandmother’s mobile home and manage the park. It’s different, because I’m not physically at the park. I have my maintenance man that makes sure that things are running smoothly there, and it works. However, I’m being offered an opportunity that part of me thinks I’m stupid for turning down.
This opportunity would consist of Gino quitting his job. We would have Cobra insurance for a year, but after that I don’t know what we’d do. Maybe pay an extreme price for insurance, because I do have a cardiac baby, and insurance is necessary. We would move to a very small town and live in a manufactured house. A 4 bedroom, beautiful manufactured house, but it is what it is. Gino would not have to work. He would be free to go to school full time and get his degree. I would get my dealer’s license and sell mobile homes to fill up the park. It would be a 2 year plan. When all was said and done we would be able to buy some land here in Oregon, and be given a manufactured house to put it on.
I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to leave my happy place. I don’t want to go and join a ward that I don’t think I’d be happy in. I don’t want to leave the security that my husband does have at his work. I don’t want to uproot my children and put them in a school that I think would suck. I don’t want to not have a program like the YMCA for my children to go to. I don’t want to not be able to go to Target or the mall or Olive Garden or Applebee’s whenever I want. I don’t want to become depressed. I don’t want to live in a miserable town like Ely. I don’t want to. I don’t want to. I don’t want to.
But should I? Is it the best thing for our lives? Is 2 years all that much? The thought of it makes my stomach hurt and me want to cry. I’m happy. I love where I’m at in my life. I don’t want to ruin it.
I feel insecure and sick to my stomach. I don’t want to do this, but I know my Grandma needs me to. Who else is going to be able to sell mobile homes and fill that park up? There has to be another way.
How in the world is it possible for people to hate someone so much that they all get together in a little click and talk horribly about this person, and then all of a sudden they’re nice to her face again and offering her support and embracing her again?
I hate clicks. I hate backstabbing and I hate DRAMA….. even online drama. And this is why I have stayed to myself and focused on myself and my family and ESPECIALLY why I have stayed away from most forums (not including the heart & photography forums).
This morning at 5:38am Gino woke up and announced that his alarm didn’t go off. He was supposed to be to work at 5:00am. Nothing sucks more for me than to be waken up in the middle of my sleep, because I SUCK AT FALLING BACK TO SLEEP!
I layed in bed and pondered on so much. My desk for work is in my room and I kept staring at it thinking about all of the things I needed to get done. Then I started thinking about my post about my siblings and how I referred to the show Brothers & Sisters in that post. Then I started thinking about how they all drink wine in that show, and how I really miss wine. Then I decided my family is nothing like that show, because I can’t drink wine.
I miss wine sometimes. Especially the Principato Roseato from Olive Garden ~ the blush. Now that is some delicious tasting wine.
I’m over it…. I might have to take my friend Jen’s advice that she gave on her blog and take ambien.
