This is not Nascar!

So the move is finished.
I am now in my own space.
OK, not completely, but enough.  I am in my Nana's old apartment aka the in-law, but it's far enough away where I have the independence, yet close enough where I can watch my monster.
Yes, watch my monster.

Since my Nana's death she's been really lonely and trying to find her own routine.  They went out every Saturday, my monster was downstairs watching TV with her almost every night, etc.  She still has been having moments where she will sit in the recliner Nana passed on and cry...hence the "watching".
She definitely needs to realize that I am NOT my Nana, but I'm letting it slide for now or at least until October 1.
Why October 1, you ask?
Well, I am shipping their asses off to VEGAS and having a party the night they leave.
After that, it's leave me the fuck alone I'm your damn tenant not your child!

Oh I can't wait...a shiver of happy anticipation just ran through my body.
Now, the odd thing about this is that my monster is thrilled about this party.  She wants me to string lights around the patio, have tables and chairs set up, etc.
Well shit, I'm gonna go one step further and make a fire pit in the yard!  After they leave of course and then I can blame it on the neighborhood kids when they get home.  She wants me to go balls out for this....be careful what you wish for!

On a more serious note, for those of you that are VI fans.  He just got a scary medical update.  He has kidney cancer.  Now, it is a very small spot that can be removed via operation.  This operation is going to occur soon.  He caught it early so that's something positive.
He's very scared since all his family have died of cancer (except his dad).

I don't see him very much since I moved so stories are few and far between.  I do have one that happened last week.
Now, we are in September.  I personally believe that once kids start going back to school and the nights become fairly cold, all lawn mowing must cease!  He clearly does not follow this belief.
He knows I work late and then once home I can't sleep until the wee hours of the morning so he holds off running the mower until at least 12pm.
I don't remember who the genius was behind allowing him to buy and use a ride on mower, but they should be shot.
Every time 5 minutes this thing makes a popping noise.  He drives it like he's racing in god damned Nascar!
Spins it in circles in the backyard.  Stalls it constantly then stays seated on it and waits for our neighbor Andy to notice so he can come over and fix it.

I was walking out my backdoor one afternoon on my way to work and he comes barrel-assing toward me only for the mower to POP and stall.  He stays seated and stares at me while I walk toward him to kiss him goodbye.
I stop mid walk after noticing the pretty white clouds of smoke pouring out from under the hood.

"Umm...dad?"  As I point toward the engine.
"Yea I know it's smoking right?"
"Yea, don't-cha think you should get off of it?"
"No, it's fine.  Just over heated."

I make my way slowly to him, kiss him on the forehead then walk away as he lifts the hood up and allows the smoke to billow around him.

"OK, dad love you...please don't blow up!"

I get in my truck, back out of my drive way...then look back as he races across my driveway on to the front lawn.
Are you shitting me?

OH! He finally got hearing aids! Yes, plural.  Friggen guy was deaf in both ears.
First day with them and he was amazed by the noises he had never heard before, like my truck running.


In other news....
My ex-husband got remarried.  Yep...less than 2 years after our divorce and he's hitched again!
It stings...truthfully, but ya know what?
I'm so glad he's happy.  She looks like she is a good person and they are happy together.  That's all I ever wanted for him.
We had a lot of ups and downs...mistakes made on both sides, but I wish him all the luck in the world...and I hope they are together for the long haul.


Me? Well, I'm a work in progress...
That's all I gotta say about that.