Fired up~

I fired up the grill…well actually I had help…boy #3 had to help me turn the knob thingie on the tank, he tried getting it lit, but failed…so I stepped outside and had no problem getting it going. Boy #3 also helped me with the steak seasonings and within minutes dinner was served.

I love the ease of cooking on a grill and of course with the right cut you just can’t mess up…unless you forget the grill is on and you burn it….which I’ve done.

I didn’t get around to baking a cake…not enough energy…maybe this weekend or later in the week.


I’m sitting here thinking I need an adult beverage…but it took me a while to get situated so I’ll have to pass…where is Sergio when you need him?

The Ex Files ~ 3

It took a very short time for them to get settled into their new home, he began working the very next day after they arrived, so it would be up to her to get everything in order in their new home. They had lucked out in the arrangements for what would be home; it was a small trailer house out in the middle of a wooded area off the highway. It was secluded and completely furnished, all she would need was to go and get groceries, linens, toiletries and get home in time to make dinner for her family.

Dinner consisted of a simple meal that would be easy to prepare, she had not yet mastered the art of cooking and cans and boxes were her friends. She wore her best smile and had even found the time to get their son and herself cleaned and dressed in fresh clothing. He walked in the door and she greeted him with the biggest smile she could give him without actually breaking her jaw in the process. He took a look around and began to criticize her for not having disposed of the boxes they had used for packing their belongings. She tried diffusing that by walking him into the dining area and showing off the table she had set, dinner was hot and ready on the stove; his cold drink was also ready. He walked over to the stove and took a look at what she had prepared and began to complain about having to eat shit that came out of a box.

For the next hour as they sat to eat the only words being exchanged were the names he called her, stupid, lazy, useless, bitch, dumb and many other hurtful words. There was no praise for anything she had done to make the place warm and cozy.

Two weeks into their arrival a knock came at the door, she got up to answer it and was soon to find herself face to face with her sister in law and her family in tow, she stepped aside and ushered them in. Her husband then got up and walked outside with his brother in law and they began to bring boxes in, her sister in law had already made her way to the first bedroom and began to clear out her sons’ belongings and putting them out in the hall.

She was confused and tried to get her husband’s attention to ask him what was going on but he ignored her and kept carrying boxes in. Forty five minutes later her husband came in and began to yell at her as she hadn’t done anything with the items in the hall. He began calling her stupid as she had not yet figured out what was happening. In hindsight she did know, she just didn’t want to accept that she had lost her home.

She gathered toys, and the clothes that had carelessly been tossed on the floor and took them into the other bedroom, she closed the door behind her and began to cry as she folded her sons’ clothes and put them in the drawer next to her things. The toys would not have a place so were left on the floor together with the infant carrier, diaper bag and other items.

Her quiet world changed in that instant, she could hear her sister in law in the kitchen throwing out food and replacing it with her things, they laughed at her and she could hear the criticism over her cooking. She decided to stay in the bedroom with her son, she could hear everything they said and the jokes at her expense, this was a small trailer and they were but a few feet away.

That night she decided she would talk to her husband about her finding a job….


Disclaimer**Given the nature of the books I have been reading lately I am inspired to write a few short stories revisiting parts of my life that included episodes of domestic violence….I will be calling this series “The Ex Files” very clever right….lol….I thought so….it will be an amalgamation of my personal experiences steeped with those of others that I was very close to. The parallels are uncanny in some instances….but the patterns of abusers and abusees are almost always the same…it’s like the same behaviors are either taught to the next generation or there are some secret classes being held somewhere in some secret location.**


Ruby’s real world~

I stayed up late last night and finished one book and started another, but by the second chapter I was ready to call it a night. I managed to get some decent sleep but as luck or mental defect would have it I was up early, I wish I could have stayed in bed longer but alas my body won’t allow it.

I stepped out yesterday, I had the intention of killing two birds with one stone but I soon realized I could only throw my rock hard enough to get one done but definitely not both. I got my taxes done but didn’t quite have the energy to go and have lunch. I came back and took a short nap before the boys got home. I thought I would make up for the lack of lunch by inviting them out for dinner and all 3 of them turned me down. They preferred leftovers over eating out…yes I have strange children.

So anyhoo on the tax front I will be getting enough back to pay my medical bills and there should be enough left over for me to take a decent little vacation. I am going to work on an Excel spreadsheet to track all deductions for this year. I will be better prepared and will for sure take any and every deduction I possibly can. It has taken me this long to realize that I could have been doing this all along….

I’m thinking cake is going to be on the menu for today…along with meat and potatoes and possibly biscuits…all I had yesterday was one tuna sandwich, so today calls for a small buffet…I should be able to double up on my intake and not suffer too much for it.

I will also try to work on part III of my Ex Files series….so many thoughts there and I stop to think about fleshing the stories out but my mind and fingers prefer to do it their own way.

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