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high speed car chase

Thursday, February 08, 2007
so tonight, i went to work, i had a lovely evening, and we got off surprisingly early. i then decided to cruise over to a friends house. i hung out with my friend for a couple hours had some excellent conversation. during my time at daniels house, i was continually getting calls from a blocked number, or a 347 number. NO ONE calls me from blocked numbers. no one except jeff. also, i don't know anyone with a 347 number, which leads me to believe this was also jeff. i was getting creeped out, and didn't want to leave daniels, so when i finally left, it was close to midnight. i asked daniel to walk me out to my car, and then told him that i had an eerie feeling. he walked me to my car, i got in and drove away.

within one minute, my cell phone rang RESTRICTED. i was texting at the time, and accidentally answered. it was jeff. he immediately started yelling at me. he began saying things to me like why are you out f---king daniel while your son is at home. you should be there with him, not his grandparents while you are out f---king around with daniel. i replied why are you out stalking me instead of being at home, and that i am tired of him following me and my friends. that my son is at his home healthy happy asleep and safe. and that if i want to hang out with friends after work that is my business and none of his concern. he responded that maybe it wasn't him that saw "daniel walk me out to my car" i realized then that he had someone watching daniels house. however ridiculous that is. i then clicked over because i was getting another call. somewhere in the middle of all this conversation i realized that there were no other cars on the road except me and a white car directly behind me. i quickly turned into a subdivision to see if this person would follow me. they did not. so i continued on my way home. again jeff called and i didn't answer. finally 3 calls later (keep in mind i live only 10 minutes from daniel) i answered the phone. he told me that it didn't look like i had been at work because i wasn't wearing my uniform while i was at daniels. (which i clearly was, i just had a sweatshirt on) i told him he should check his source because that is my work uniform.
i then asked him who is following me, who he is having take picutres of me and sneak into my backyard (yes folks, all true) as i asked him this i was turning onto the street adjacent to my own. i immediately noticed a white car, with handicap plates parked to my right. as i drove by, i noticed someone was sitting in the drivers seat. i went down flipped a quick uturn and came hauling back up the street. the car was already in process of making it's own uturn and saw me coming. he went screeching out of the street, blowing past a stop sign. i followed. we went zooming around my neighborhood, with him trying to loose me for a couple minutes. i finally decided this was not safe, and what am i gonna do when i catch him anyway? so i slowed way down (we were going at least 50 in my neighborhood) and eventually lost him.

so that ladies and gentleman, was my night. that is what i live with. welcome to my ridiculous world where i cannot have friends least my sons dad flip out and stalk me and my friends. i am so over this. i am so done and tired of this. from now on, instead of cataloging his shortcomings and stupidity secretly, i think i will tell anyone who wants to know. until now, my policy has been that i don't talk bad about him, pretty much no matter what. i try to be positive. well that's over. SO OVER. this is truth time, and what you just read is the truth. there were other parts of the conversation in there, more him swearing at me that i ommitted, but you get the basic idea....

i am now going to attempt to sleep. i bid you ado

a plain ol band for me

Saturday, February 03, 2007
jack is asleep. the kitchen is clean. the laundry is folded. my homework i am avoiding. the toys are picked up. dinner is made. what to do?


i think i will buy myself a ring. i think i will make a lifetime commitment to me. does that sound funny? it sounds kinda funny in my head.

yep. i am gonna buy myself a wedding ring. *WHOA!* can she do that? i think i can, and i shall.

it's time to make a commitment to me. to invest in me. to commit myself to solitary. at least for now. happy valentines day to me!