JOKE: Being an adult is mostly...//that stalker texted me happy t-day again - g saysmilitarystalker
"Being an adult is mostly being exhausted,
wishing you hadn't made plans,
and wondering how you hurt your back."
soooo true. lol. I had two things to get done yesterday. Pick up raspberry sherbet for the chocolate graham crackers. should be easy, even dollar tree was open until 4 p.m. and they have frozen there. have no idea if i didn't see it when i was at dollar tree the day before or what, but the sherbet never arrived. lol. completely forgot. then i was going to get zucchini casserole from boston market which is mostly for my indulgence. completely forgot that one twice. still didn't pick it up. hmmmm.
purposely didn't shop at walmart - or tried not to. went to target and dollar tree and dollar general to avoid crowds. well, as luck had it, couldn't get three bean salad in a can by READ which is a fave of mine - chilled - at the minute anywhere and ended up at walmart anyway. also waited too long to get flan. i like raymondo's brand flan and it was gone, so was the second best one. they had a new one that cost more so got that. it wasn't even a fraction as good. grrrr. its not really my holiday anyway. i hate turkey and i hate the made up bulshit attached to the u.s. version of the holiday. annoying though. didn't get to go to the grill either because had to be up north - really surprised by that one. lots of stuff. what a weirdo t-day. love the peace and quiet of the holidays, especially up north - where we are by the beach its a little noisier.
also received that weird text again. some whacko texts me every year and invites me to viet nam vets something or other. i text him back and say you have the wrong person, i'm not a vet. and he'll text again and say come anyway. then i delete it. every year for five years now. at one point i thought the number was miked from the pound because he always works the holidays [the truth is he rather spend the day with the animals than with the melodrama that all holidays attract, so he does what maryd does and works every single holiday (its also time and a half and some places are double time for holidays and they have a waiting list of people wanting to work)]. the number is a local 262 number so i figured it was miked as the number is similar so i called it back one year and got a total stranger instead. verrrrry creepy. i talk to my cousin and she thinks its her brother texting people, as he is retired and involved in viet nam vet stuff (and nuts too) and is still living down here. in 2012 she told me he moved. he didn't. also creepy. i don't really know any of those people she's related to and don't want to know them. there's no blood. and i wish he would stop texting me.
he is the second person from former military who stalks people on holidays. in the 80's, this lawyer who i temp'd for, for a couple of months, i used to do temp work in between court reporting firms because so many lawyers get stuck with no one to work for them and back then many lawyers were from a generation that didn't know how to type because they went to school before 1980 -- after 1980 typing became a requirement for college/college prep people (they call it keyboarding now) - his secretary who was "out" while i worked there, was former military. i didn't know her at all and had no interest in knowing her or her husband or the lawyer she worked for. she used to call me ON holidays and insist i go to her house for holidays. she would call on the holiday itself! horrifying.
i didn't even know her and eventually i called the police because every friggin year she would call and harass me on a holiday. who the hell acts like that. its a holiday. as in "holy Day". get a grip and go to church like a normal person, don't call strangers on the phone whacko. i will never understand crazy people or predators of any sort. their explanation when you are young is, wait until you are my age and then see what YOU will do when you are this age. hmmm well, i've been EVERY age and i have never become a criminal or a stalker or a predator or any of the whacko things you people are. then she is telling me one year, that the lawyer she worked for raped a nun when he was in college and the baby is living somewhere out west. hmmm, do you honestly think this is something a stranger or ANYBODY wants to hear, especially on a holiday. wth?
i was like, i should put in a 900 number and CHARGE people who try to call me with all their crap. on and on. i never missed living in broward because of people like that, though i always missed miami - mostly the climate. you would expect miami to be the worse of the two because its so much bigger. my friends in miami considered everyone in broward "hick" lol. but broward was always way more corrupt and messed up than miami. then she tells me that she did all this stalking because of the lawyer, and that that lawyer's former partner was making up shit to get him to think i was interested in him and he didn't find out until 1986 that none of what his former partner told him was true. not one word.
didn't stop him though. he was still stalking me in 2008 and for all i know since then as well. how would i know? even with restraining orders and all that - including when i was living in europe. wth? he is still stuck on whatever he believed in the 80's. what mental disorder is that? psychopath or narcissism though experts claim the two are the same now? though obviously he was a predator waaaay before i was ever around or born. the baby he is looking for is born in 1964. what kind of total whacko rapes a nun?
he had had a baby with this secretary and he accused her of abusing the infant, and she accused him of suffocating the infant. the baby is gone and both of them are still walking around. wth? so much for broward. then he had another baby with her in 1986. and i'm thinking to myself, this never stops. when we had seen the first baby at the office when it was 3 months old it had bruises all over its body like something you would see on facebook and a swollen eye. and it was like was it her or her husband that was all he said to her and kind of disgusted. doesn't explain the rest of what was going on. he said his wife refused to raise the baby with their own even though the infants are born within three months of each other. the temp secretary that worked for him before me, that i knew in passing but who had left because that office is so whacko and returned to a safer office in miami where both of us had done temp work at one time, ended up selling her house in broward and MOVING, so she wouldn't be near any of them - they also went after her son and the young lawyer she worked for in miami. wth? that secretary had also accused them of stalking. that woman ended up "missing" and i think she is still missing. wth? she wasn't young. probably in her 40's back then, but still missing.
lindac used to call that place the cloak and dagger stuff and i never knew what she meant until a few years later when all the corruption comes out and that was before the new york times started writing articles about corruption in the broward courthouse. there is so much of it, its almost comical. a place is only as good as the people inside it. or she would say, if you like that kind of stuff and i never knew what she was talking about.
wishing you hadn't made plans,
and wondering how you hurt your back."
soooo true. lol. I had two things to get done yesterday. Pick up raspberry sherbet for the chocolate graham crackers. should be easy, even dollar tree was open until 4 p.m. and they have frozen there. have no idea if i didn't see it when i was at dollar tree the day before or what, but the sherbet never arrived. lol. completely forgot. then i was going to get zucchini casserole from boston market which is mostly for my indulgence. completely forgot that one twice. still didn't pick it up. hmmmm.
purposely didn't shop at walmart - or tried not to. went to target and dollar tree and dollar general to avoid crowds. well, as luck had it, couldn't get three bean salad in a can by READ which is a fave of mine - chilled - at the minute anywhere and ended up at walmart anyway. also waited too long to get flan. i like raymondo's brand flan and it was gone, so was the second best one. they had a new one that cost more so got that. it wasn't even a fraction as good. grrrr. its not really my holiday anyway. i hate turkey and i hate the made up bulshit attached to the u.s. version of the holiday. annoying though. didn't get to go to the grill either because had to be up north - really surprised by that one. lots of stuff. what a weirdo t-day. love the peace and quiet of the holidays, especially up north - where we are by the beach its a little noisier.
also received that weird text again. some whacko texts me every year and invites me to viet nam vets something or other. i text him back and say you have the wrong person, i'm not a vet. and he'll text again and say come anyway. then i delete it. every year for five years now. at one point i thought the number was miked from the pound because he always works the holidays [the truth is he rather spend the day with the animals than with the melodrama that all holidays attract, so he does what maryd does and works every single holiday (its also time and a half and some places are double time for holidays and they have a waiting list of people wanting to work)]. the number is a local 262 number so i figured it was miked as the number is similar so i called it back one year and got a total stranger instead. verrrrry creepy. i talk to my cousin and she thinks its her brother texting people, as he is retired and involved in viet nam vet stuff (and nuts too) and is still living down here. in 2012 she told me he moved. he didn't. also creepy. i don't really know any of those people she's related to and don't want to know them. there's no blood. and i wish he would stop texting me.
he is the second person from former military who stalks people on holidays. in the 80's, this lawyer who i temp'd for, for a couple of months, i used to do temp work in between court reporting firms because so many lawyers get stuck with no one to work for them and back then many lawyers were from a generation that didn't know how to type because they went to school before 1980 -- after 1980 typing became a requirement for college/college prep people (they call it keyboarding now) - his secretary who was "out" while i worked there, was former military. i didn't know her at all and had no interest in knowing her or her husband or the lawyer she worked for. she used to call me ON holidays and insist i go to her house for holidays. she would call on the holiday itself! horrifying.
i didn't even know her and eventually i called the police because every friggin year she would call and harass me on a holiday. who the hell acts like that. its a holiday. as in "holy Day". get a grip and go to church like a normal person, don't call strangers on the phone whacko. i will never understand crazy people or predators of any sort. their explanation when you are young is, wait until you are my age and then see what YOU will do when you are this age. hmmm well, i've been EVERY age and i have never become a criminal or a stalker or a predator or any of the whacko things you people are. then she is telling me one year, that the lawyer she worked for raped a nun when he was in college and the baby is living somewhere out west. hmmm, do you honestly think this is something a stranger or ANYBODY wants to hear, especially on a holiday. wth?
i was like, i should put in a 900 number and CHARGE people who try to call me with all their crap. on and on. i never missed living in broward because of people like that, though i always missed miami - mostly the climate. you would expect miami to be the worse of the two because its so much bigger. my friends in miami considered everyone in broward "hick" lol. but broward was always way more corrupt and messed up than miami. then she tells me that she did all this stalking because of the lawyer, and that that lawyer's former partner was making up shit to get him to think i was interested in him and he didn't find out until 1986 that none of what his former partner told him was true. not one word.
didn't stop him though. he was still stalking me in 2008 and for all i know since then as well. how would i know? even with restraining orders and all that - including when i was living in europe. wth? he is still stuck on whatever he believed in the 80's. what mental disorder is that? psychopath or narcissism though experts claim the two are the same now? though obviously he was a predator waaaay before i was ever around or born. the baby he is looking for is born in 1964. what kind of total whacko rapes a nun?
he had had a baby with this secretary and he accused her of abusing the infant, and she accused him of suffocating the infant. the baby is gone and both of them are still walking around. wth? so much for broward. then he had another baby with her in 1986. and i'm thinking to myself, this never stops. when we had seen the first baby at the office when it was 3 months old it had bruises all over its body like something you would see on facebook and a swollen eye. and it was like was it her or her husband that was all he said to her and kind of disgusted. doesn't explain the rest of what was going on. he said his wife refused to raise the baby with their own even though the infants are born within three months of each other. the temp secretary that worked for him before me, that i knew in passing but who had left because that office is so whacko and returned to a safer office in miami where both of us had done temp work at one time, ended up selling her house in broward and MOVING, so she wouldn't be near any of them - they also went after her son and the young lawyer she worked for in miami. wth? that secretary had also accused them of stalking. that woman ended up "missing" and i think she is still missing. wth? she wasn't young. probably in her 40's back then, but still missing.
lindac used to call that place the cloak and dagger stuff and i never knew what she meant until a few years later when all the corruption comes out and that was before the new york times started writing articles about corruption in the broward courthouse. there is so much of it, its almost comical. a place is only as good as the people inside it. or she would say, if you like that kind of stuff and i never knew what she was talking about.
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