Sex... love... uh oh's

GUILTY!

The only problem I have with the verdict in the Scott Peterson case is the 2nd degree charge in the death of his son Conner. Why 2nd degree? Doesn't 1st degree mean it's premeditated? So, they found him guilty of 1st degree in the murder of Laci, why not 1st degree with Conner too? If he planned on killing Laci, knowing she was 8 months pregnant, how would that not include killing the baby? It's not like he was planning on delivering the baby and taking him home. I mean, not that it matters because in the very least he'll already be in prison for life for the 1st murder charge, but I'm still curious what their decision in the 2nd degree verdict was based on. God I hate that fucker. I really don't know if I'd rather him spend the rest of his life getting manhandled by Bubba and his boys on Cell block D, or just get it over with and send him straight to hell via the lethal injection. Either way, I hope he suffers.

posted by EIizabeth @ 1:31 PM 3 Comments

Story

I don't really have anything new to post today, so I just thought I'd share a cool story that my sister called to tell me earlier this week. Her and my brother (in-law) have been together for 15 years, and married for 10. They had a crush on eachother all the way through highschool, but both were to shy to say anything, so on graduation night (in 1989), my brother (in-law) decided it was now or never, and asked her out. She, obviously, very happily accepted. They've been inseparable ever since, and have never broken up or separated even once.

He was EXTREMELY jealous in the beginning. My sister is absolutely gorgeous, and used to model. Well, my brother (in-law) didn't like other guys looking at her so he would beat up any guy that glanced in her direction. She stopped wearing make up and gave up on her appearance to make her life easier. Then she decided ummm no, this sucks, I want to be me. So she gave him an ultimatum, get rid of the jealousy or lose me. He got rid of the jealousy, very quickly, and they haven't had a problem with it since.

They hardly had any money when he proposed, so he put a $400 ring on layaway, and when he gave it to her, she treated it like the $4 million ring Kobe gave his wife. She could not have been happier. They got married in 1994, and now they have 2 absolutely precious kids who are now 7 and 9. It amazes me every time I see them how crazy in love they still are, and how after all this time, the spark they started out hasn't fizzled out, but basically turned into a forest fire.

So she calls me on Saturday all excited about what happened on their 10 year anniversary the day before. She said that she and my brother in law got dressed up and took my niece and nephew to dinner at this nice steak place, and after they ate, he asked the kids if they wanted to see where he proposed to their mom. They said yes, and were all excited. So they drove up to this place called Bear Canyon that overlooks the city, and parked. He told them "It was Christmas Eve, and I took her up here and we parked, and I got out of the car like this..." so he gets out of the car and goes to my sister's side and opens the door, then he goes "and I told her what a beautiful person she is and how I'm the luckiest man in the world to have her in my life, and I got down on one knee like this, and i told her how much i loved her and told her i want to spend the rest of my life doing everything I can to make her happy, and asked her to marry me... then I pulled out a ring like this." And he pulled out a brand new platinum wedding set. Then he tells my sister "After 10 years, I love you even more, feel even luckier to have you as my wife, and will still try just as hard to make you happy for the rest of our lives." SO, of course my sister is crying her eyes out, and my nephew goes "awwwwwwwwww that is SO cool!" and my niece goes "This is the BEST day of my whole life!" So after all that, they were on the way home and my niece tells my sister "Mommy, you're the luckiest girl in the world." and my nephew follows up with "Yeah, dad, that was pretty sweet." Now, how cute is that??? So, when people talk about the 50% divorce rate, and adultery, and all of that... I think of them, and I truly believe that the "happily ever after" dream I have is possible.

posted by EIizabeth @ 1:57 PM 4 Comments

Mistake

I think I made a mistake by moving here. Maybe not, I don't know. But right now that's exactly how I'm feeling. I don't like it here, at all. I've been so depressed ever since I got here. I keep telling myself it's just because I don't have a job, or an apartment yet, and I really hope that's the case. I think living with my brother has a lot to do with it. Ever since I got here he's been ragging on me about not having a job, starting the very first day I came. HE was the one that said "Oh yeah, move in with us... stay with us through the holidays so you can take your time and find a job you'll really like." I get here and he's pressuring me to take anything I can get. Ever since I got here he's decided to work from home, so he's on his computer all day. He wakes me up every day at 7am for nothing, because he gets on his computer so I can't even get online to look for a job or check my e-mail, so how the fuck am I supposed to find one? He gets mad when I watch TV, he gets mad when I sleep, he gets mad if I sit on the couch and wait for a chance to get on the computer, but he won't even let me get on the computer to look for a job! So, I get up at 7am, and clean. I can't tell you how many times I've cleaned this fuckin house in the past week. I'm basically the house bitch. I clean everything, I cook dinner, I do the dishes after I cook, I do the dishes after they eat breakfast and lunch (even if I don't eat with them), I help his wife with their laundry, I buy all my own food (which they help themselves to) and I even cook them dinner with it, I pay for myself every time we go anywhere, I let my brother use my moving truck for a couple trips to the dump and I paid the extra milage, I took care of their sick puppy all weekend while they were out of town, and spent $140 on his puppy at the Vet (which he hasn't mentioned, repaid, or even thanked me for). I never get so much as a Thank you for any of it, and yet, he STILL acts like me being here is a fuckin inconvenience to them. So, basically my bank account is running thinner and thinner, I don't have a job yet because I can't look for one while he's here, and he just makes me feel like shit for not having one yet after only 1 week. Last night the 3 of us were sitting watching TV, my sister in law and I were folding their laundry, and my brother was just watching TV. The puppy kept scratching at the door to go out so my sister in law told my brother to let him out. He said no, and told me to do it. She was like "No, it's your dog, you need to let him out." So after like 10 minutes he gets up, yells at me about how fuckin lazy I am, and I better get a job soon because my "free ride" is just about up. This caused a huge fight between him and my sister in law, and everybody went to bed angry. God I miss Sacramento.

posted by EIizabeth @ 11:38 AM 5 Comments

Need sleep

I need sleep! In a bad day, not even in a good way... ya know, where you're tired but you have a cool story to tell about last night, so you don't mind being tired? No, not that kind... I'm just tired because I haven't been able to sleep for shit lately. I think it's just because I hate being unemployed. So I'm hard at work on the job hunt. Other than that, not much is going on. I puppy sat for my brother while he and his wife went to Phoenix. It was harder than watching a 2 year old human being! Jake (the puppy) was sick all weekend, throwing up and stuff. I told my brother so my brother told me to take him to the vet, so I did and my life was pretty much all about Jake the rest of the weekend. I even had to make chicken and rice for him because that's what the vet ordered! I cooked for a fuckin dog! My brother thought that was SO funny! I hadn't talked to Patterson in a week, which I was totally fine with. He got his phone shut off and hasn't been able to pay it, and I told him I don't have yahoo IM here, so there was no way for us to communicate... unless he e-mailed me, but he's not that smart. So last night he called me from his Aunt's phone basically saying... don't you miss me? or care about me? He was upset because I didn't even try to call him at his Grandpa's house. Now normally, I would just give him a bitchy attitude, but when he tried to get pissed at me because I didn't make the effort to contact him when he's the irresponsible one that can't pay his bills I blew up at him and everything I've been wanting to tell him just came spewing out. I told him how I can't depend on him for shit, how his addiction to Everqueer makes me ill, how lame and tired his excuses are... i just went on and on, in a very harsh way, then I told him that i don't love him and that because of everything he's done I've built up a wall around my heart and he's on the other side of it. I told him I think he's not at a point in his life where he can handle a relationship and I'm not going to sacrifice my needs or wants to spend one more second with him. He got really defensive at first, but I didn't back off so then it turned from being defensive to him saying "I know baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Fucker. So, at the end he's like "Please give me a chance to redeem myself. I promise now that I know everything that's been bothering you I can change it, every last bit of it. Everything I want in a woman is right in front of my face, it's you, and I will do anything I have to do in order to keep you." I told him I wasn't even going to listen to his words anymore, that if he wanted to redeem himself I need to see action, consistently. This isn't going to be an overnight thing, where he apologizes and comes to see me once and everything's good again. It's gonna take a very long time. I also told him that I'm going to make a life for myself out here, and not to think that I'm going to sit around and wait for him to call or come see me. So we'll see... but he is definitely the very least of my worries. I remember when my posts used to be cool, those were the good ol' days.

posted by EIizabeth @ 11:45 AM 3 Comments