Update -- Mackistani

Some taxi driver on St. Patrick's Day asked the Mack if he was Irish.

 

The Mack has a habit of calling my friend Lachelle 'Lachanda Williams' for some reason.

 

So Lachelle wanted to give the Mack an Irish nickname.

 

Hmmmm...Irish and Muslim, Irish and Muslim...

 

The Mack's real first name is Aamer. You pronounce it like this "ahhh-mur" First syllable is stressed.

 

So I got a nickname for him...

 

Ready for this?

 

It's genius!!

 

'Aamer McBomber'!!!!!!

 

Mack laughed so hard at that. But he told me I couldn't tell anyone. Ok I won't. So then I told my friend Cecilia, Lachelle, and now you. LOL. Man I am horrible!

 

In other news, Mack got a job working at an outdoor clothing company up in Maine. I guess he's going to get paid a lot. Yay! He left on Sunday and I was really sad about that. Right now I am so busy packing that I haven't got time for the pain (thanks Carly!). He will visit us once a month. I personally think he should be able to do twice a month, but whatever.

 

Dee's behaviors are up right now as a result of his departure. I am sure that is a large part of why she is behaving so terribly. He has become important to her. I thought I was going to have to do a therapeutic hold last night. She will calm down soon, I am hoping. It greatly irritates me that Mack doesn't understand that her behaviors do become worse when he leaves. But then I have a hard time dealing with it too. I think Dee and I both have some anger about it. We're not necessarily ticked at him, but at the situation. Though I admit I do have some resentment about it. Oh well.

Update -- Moving on Friday

Guess what? We are moving to a house next Friday. Just renting, but it's really pretty cool. The house was recently renovated and has a big backyard and a driveway, is in the perfect location for us, cute kitchen, nice living room, good bedrooms...it's great for us!

 

I guess I should thank the Mack for his bad advice. Here's what it consisted of.

 

M: "They sent you a letter saying I yelled at the Resident Manager? I didn't yell at her! That lady is very TREE-cherous!"

 

Me: "Well just let me handle interactions with the RMs. You're not on the lease you know. Didn't you think what would happen if you did that? What I'd have to deal with?"

 

M: "I'm really sorry. But you should MOVE! These people are TREE-cherous!!!"

 

Me: "Umm, I don't have a place to move to..."

 

M: "Just give your notice."

 

Me: "Isn't that like a bad idea, since we don't have a place to move to yet?"

 

M: "Oh don't be scared. They can't throw you out!" Awww, my man is so protective. He will protect us from the evil landlord!

 

I said to myself, this is a bad idea. Then my mouth moved and here's what came out...."Well...ok."

 

Hey guess what what I found out when I followed the advice and gave the notice but then decided we didn't want to move? Uhhh...yeah they can. Basically, your lease ends on the date that you specified when you gave notice and that means that there is no document covering your stay there. I can speak with authority here because after that phone call which was a rude awakening for me, I called three attorneys to figure it out, since the Mack was basically like, "Oh they can't throw you out. Get an attorney; I will pay!" So what that means is that the landlord will start an action on your a$$. Yeah no thanks, I don't need that mess.

 

Why do men insist on fighting with every dang person? Or I guess just this man?

 

So after my rude awakening, and confirmation that I was indeed up a creek made out of fecal matter and no paddles aside from my hands to get out of the poop creek, I had a talk with the Mack.

 

"You give the worst advice on the planet! I'm never listening to you again!! How could I have been so stupid to give my notice without a new place to live?"

 

Now he's laughing. "I'm sorry! I thought they couldn't throw you out!" Now we're both laughing for some insane reason.

 

We had looked at this lovely little house on that Sunday (this all went down Tuesday). We had liked it but the Mack wanted to buy a house for us this summer. So I called up the landlord and let him know we'd take it. Thankfully, he hadn't rented it to the two flakey girls that had looked at it at the same time as us. I wouldn't have rented it to them either. I guess my idea about putting makeup, jewelry, and nice clothes on when we went to go look at the house, and arriving on the time for the appointment, worked after all!

Dear God, Please Help Me with My Research Paper Topic

Dear God,

 

I am clueless as to what I should write about on my research paper for this English class, my first college course in over five years. Much is riding on this course!

 

If I succeed, it will not only not be a waste of my $200, but it will also spur me on to greater success, we hope. :)

 

Do I expect too much from myself? Is a B not acceptable in this class? It's just English Comp II. I just have to write a research paper. I hate writing those. I can do it though!

 

Ok, what to write about --

 

1. Something about foster children.

2. Something about the fact that money, not human interest, drives all America's incursions into other countries.

3. Something about attachment disorders and children's mental health issues?

4. Something about that landlords using consumer credit checks to make housing decisions is tantamount to discrimination in housing?

 

What to write about?

 

 

You've Come a Long Way Baby

Sometimes having a blog that you've had for three or four years can be quite instructive.

 

I reviewed the March entries for 2005-2008 and wow there has been quite a change.

 

March 2005 - Living with Dee and ExBoyfriend...feeling miserable, dedicating a lot of time and energy to the blog while at work. Obsessed about crocheting things. Weaning off of Prozac, still in therapy and dealing with my ex mentor, Holly. TONS of blog posts.

 

March 2006 - Happily in program, off Prozac, just found out that Ex was cheating for the last time. Rebuilding relationship with Dee. Less blog posts, but still plenty.

 

March 2007 - Only 1 post in March this year; obsessing about whether TherapyBoy is right about me being passive aggressive. Obsessed with dating. I hadn't posted about it, but I had just met the Mackistani. I hinted at it, saying that things are looking up in dating and I will post about it later.

 

March 2008 - One year into relationship with the Mackistani, adopted Dee in August 2007. About to move out of my apartment and into a house, hopefully. Working on it. Been in program since early 2006. One payment from getting out of debt and then I am done. I've made amends to Dee, to Holly, to my mom, to my supervisor...next up, who knows? I'm on Step Nine, in which you learn how liberating it is to clean up your past mistakes! VERY liberating! In many unexpected ways. Like financially. Weird! For some reason, when your past history is no longer threatening you, you don't feel like spending yourself silly or stuffing yourself silly. Amazing! Nothing to hide means nothing to hide. No energy spent to hide it, no dishonesty to worry about.

 

Kewl.

I Think He's the One

Now if I write this we will break up. Ugh. But it's just too warm and fuzzy not to post this!!!!!

 

So on Sunday we had yuck-a-riffic weather. Sleet turning into ice and it was seriously cold my friend. We stayed home almost all day but the Mack had a huge bag, a yellow bag rivalling Santa's on Christmas Eve, of yucky dirty clothes. Well, rewind that. How dirty can they be? He's a geek. Plus he's Muslim. So, not that dirty.

 

Anyhoo! It is nice to be able to walk into the closet again. I'm pretty excited about that!

 

THE POINT is that he had to take his stuff to the laundromat last night.  So before he leaves, he tells Dee for some unknown reason that he will bring her back some candy and put it on the coffee table for her to devour in the morning. Which she definitely did, as she proudly displayed the last remaining almond from her chocolate bar to me this morning.

 

So off he goes to the laundromat. Meanwhile, I putz around the house, drink a margarita, try to get happy, lol, you know the drill.

 

He returns around 10pm, steps in the door, and exclaims that, 'Sh*t, I forgot her candy.'

 

'Uh oh. What are you going to do? You promised.'

 

'I will just walk down to the gas station and get one for her.'

 

'Ok babe.' :)

 

So off he goes out into the cold to WALK down to the gas station that's two blocks away. Imagine that, WALKING somewhere. Wow! Even Dee couldn't wrap her head around that idea just last Tuesday when the Mack had me drop them at the gas station so I could hurry up and go get my hair done. He needed to get something and just had me drop them there. More on that later. :)

 

So the Mack finally comes back and I'm like, 'How did it go honey?'

 

And he's like, 'Why didn't you REMIND me to get the candy bar or something? The gas station was closed. I walked there and then had to walk back and get my car and go somewhere else!'

 

I then gently say, 'I didn't remind you because it was your idea in the first place darling.'

 

Then he produces an extra candy bar and offers it to me. Of course I decline. So then he jokingly comes up with the lovely imaginative idea that I could try sticking it in my a$$. To which I reply, "Oh honey, I could never do something so wasteful with an item that you went through so much hardship to attain." And then we both laughed. A lot.

 

So the point of this long-a$$ post is that he went through h*ll (relatively) and high water (metaphorically) to keep his word to this little girl who's been disappointed so much! Can you believe that?!!!!

 

Ok he is definitely the one. I want to marry this guy, convert to Islam, whatever, and have like many children with him. Plus I want to do his laundry for him and wait on him hand and foot because he is the ONE and he loves me and my not-so-lovable-at-first daughter!!!!! I don't care if his first gift to me ever was mouthwash and Summer's Eve!!!!