NoJoMo 16

11/16/2010

Corri got dropped off about 10 minutes late yesterday, but the drop off went without a hitch. We pulled up to WRS and unpacked the car, and Dad was there to meet us just so he could say goodbye to Corri before she went in to the rehab center. I told her I loved her and was proud of her for doing this. We all hugged and kissed her goodbye and then drove away because we weren't allowed into the center.

I reminded Corri that she needed to call our cousin Jan about getting a lawyer to appear in court with her on the 18th, and she was fairly certain she'd be allowed to make that call, even though she's not allowed any contact with the outside world for two weeks. I promised her I'd meet her at the courthouse to see her and not let her be there alone, and also reminded her to talk to Dad because he always goes to court with her, and ask him if he could pick her up to drive her there and take her back, rather than me making that drive. It just made sense to do it that way.

Apparently Corri did NOT talk to Dad about it, so Mom called and read me the riot act over it about why I did not say something to him about it while we were all there. Well first of all, I forgot, and second of all, it's not my responsibility to ask him. That was Corri's job. It's not my fault she didn't say anything to him. I didn't remember, even after reminding Corri to talk to him, because I was busy unpacking the car and thinking about the fact that when we finished there, we had to rush back home and pick up Jericho to take him to the vet. I let Mom have it and told her I'm not Corri's keeper and it wasn't my responsibility so she shouldn't put that all on me. My mom has no idea how close she came to me hanging up on her.

Anyway, after we dropped Corri off, we did turn around and head home. We had to stop for gas and we still got home with 30 minutes to spare before we had to go out again with Jericho and take him to the vet. The news at the vet was good. All his levels are within normal range now, so I am to keep giving him half a pill twice a day, for the rest of his life. They gave me enough pills to get him through the next three months. As long as there are no problems, weight loss or tremendous gain, and he's eating and using the litter, all I need to do is call in at three months with a report and she'll refill his pills for another three months, then see him at six months. He's getting used to taking the pills, although he still won't eat them out of my hand like Jett used to do. I have to force it into his throat, but at least he's swallowing them and not spitting them out anymore. Jericho gets mad at me for dosing him, but within five minutes, he's over it and turns into my little cuddlebug again.

Al dropped me off at the house and turned around to go to work, and I spent my first full day alone. Trust me when I say that I wasn't very happy about that, but fortunately I kept relatively busy enough to deal with it. I had dishes to do and lunch to make, and also started dinner in the crock pot. I make this crock pot salsa chicken that is out of this world. Three chicken breasts with taco seasoning sprinkled over them, then add a jar of salsa and a can of cream of mushroom soup. Cook on low setting for six hours and mix frequently so it doesn't burn and stick to the pot. About half an hour before serving, add a cup of sour cream to the mix, finish cooking and then serve the mixture over rice. We love this dish, so I try making it every so often. Since there's just the two of us now, there's enough leftovers for today and I don't have to worry about cooking anything tonight.

For the rest of the day, I monkeyed around on the computer, bouncing from Facebook to chat, playing my games and whatnot, and I started watching all my soaps on the DVR to catch up with them. I'm about halfway through them. I would've kept on watching, but the football game was on last night and since my fantasy team scores were riding on this game, I figured I'd better watch.

Well fuck me if Michael Vick didn't make it one hellaciously close game for me. The game was a blowout for the Eagles over the Redskins, but I was biting my nails through the whole thing. My opponent this week had Michael Vick as his quarterback. I had the Eagles kicker on my team, so I had another vested interest in that respect. I was so nervous and upset, worrying about losing my match-up because I was playing the guy who is riding my tail in the rankings, my stomach got queasy and I had to take a tranquilizer. It's only a game, but I am VERY competitive and want to hold onto my lead. I was 36 points ahead of the guy this week and thanks to stupid Michael Vick, he narrowed that lead to only FIVE points. It was enough for me to win with such a small margin, but still. I was sick to death over it. I really need to stop being so cocky about being in the lead. I think God was teaching me a lesson last night. My competitive nature is going to give me ulcers if I don't stop. After the game finished, I went to bed because my tranquilizer kicked in enough to make me sleepy.

There was some drama yesterday afternoon with Corri's friend Jason. Now, Corri told me she told Jason about going into rehab and he didn't take the news very well. In fact, that's why he was being a jerk and refused to drive her home on Sunday. Well, I text messaged Jason about my weed purchase, to make sure he was still going to sell to me despite Corri being gone. He started asking me all these questions about Corri and pretended like he didn't even know she was in rehab. His nose is completely out of joint over it because she can't have any contact with the outside world for the first two weeks, and because she can only have visitors once a week, only two at a time and Mom and Dad are going the first week, and A and I are going the second week. Jason gave me all kinds of crap about how he was just the guy Corri was sleeping with and not important enough to be told and blah blah blah. Honest to Pete, he acted like a teenager instead of a 34-year-old man. I KNOW Corri told him all this. He's not going to make me doubt her. She even told Al she told Jason so we know she's telling the truth. Eventually I had to stop texting him because I didn't want to deal with the drama of it all.

Oh, the other thing I did yesterday was apply for a job online. Borders books, which is near me, is hiring for a cashier. I filled out the application online and submitted it. Hopefully I'll get a call for an interview. Wish me luck.

I hope to get caught up on your diary entries today, because I know I haven't noted anyone for a couple of days, but I'm reading them. I'm always reading them. I like to stay current with what's going on in your lives. If I haven't said it recently, I love you guys and you're some of the best friends in the world. You are very much thought about and prayed for every day.

On that note, I'll close for now. Everyone have a blessed day, and know that you are loved.