Lucy! I'm Hooome!

How domestic is this? I am 38 years old and I just bought my first lawn mower. I have lived in so many places in the past 20 years but this is the first place I have had to look after the garden and lawn. It is not like I have acres of lawn to actually mow. In fact, my lawn is about the size of a trailer house. Not much of a section...but it is MY grass! I looked around at a few places and did my shopping, glad that I did. I ended up getting something that was just the right size and price that I wanted. I got some garden tools and have been sorting out the gardens. I know....doesn't this sound all really boring and domestic?

I have dumped the whole idea of having flatmates as well. It is just too much damn headache. I have had the recent experience that has put me off of it for good. This is the sickest individual I think I have ever met. A woman that comes into my house to rent a room, makes feeble attempts to buy me by giving gifts that she would later attempt to take back. I always thought she was a bit of a con and in the month, I got to know her...I was right. I didn't buy into the con, so she made my life a living hell. I finally gave her the boot and kicked her skank ass out. She even tried abusing me for two weeks solid with just random shite that she thought was going to hurt me?!? She was stupid enough to make threats on text messages and then admitted her guilt in unlawfully coming into my house. (STUPID LOL) For the most part it was just annoying, like a mosquito buzzing around in my ear. She actually thinks I even wanted her around in the first place! I really just felt sorry for her because she was losing her place to stay and my flatmate was contemplating moving out. She ended up bullying him to leave so she could move in here, as he later informed me. After she moves in I caught her going through my text messages on my phone, digging through my drawers in my room. I told her to get out...which of course she turned into a big scene, dragging my half-sister into the fracas (whom she has obviously conned as well). After I finally get her out of the house, (which took numerous calls to the police to action) she refuses to give the key back. She claims that the gifts she gave me we her property, pfft, right. So the little scuzz-bag comes in while I am at work...she is waaaay to chicken-shit to come around while I am here...and she pees....like a stray dog...in my shoes (all that were either cleanable or disposable)....then rubs shit on a toothbrush (that had a changable head, dumb cow). She claims to be the "bringer" of karma and has repeatedly threatened her wrath (ooh a STALKER!)...but in fact she is about as stupid as she is ugly...she has no idea how karma works. But that is ok...she will feel the wheel turn soon. The police have served her with an official warning and I got the locks changed, as they suggested. My next step that is in the works is a protective order. I have made every attempt to just ignore her and not have to take such drastic measures, but every time I try to fade-away, I get an abusive e-mail or text. My hand has been forced into bringing the law into this, hopefully this will bring this all to an end.

My dad has always had a saying about Karma that I honestly believe is the truth, "The wheel turns slow but it does turn."

I am fixing-up the extra room in the house as a guest room. I have bought some furniture for the room since Dad is coming out to visit, he has a place to crash now. My mates from Gisborne are coming down to visit soon and now they have a place to crash as well. IN FACT....if you are in the neighbourhood, give the old Reverend a tingle! I am not fucking baking anything. So bring your own goodies.

OH...and Aquababy and Aquamummy are doing quite well. Thanks for asking.

Hope all is funky and groovy in your world.

Aquadaddy