TAN #203: TANese New Year - Horsing Around (Page 40)

It does amaze me the number of people out there that think their method is correct, and if you don't do it, you're wrong.

i don't know elaine - i think you might be doing it wrong if you are ending up with restraining orders and such!!!!

(kidding - i completely agree with you!  mr meh and i are weird and it works perfectly for us.)

I am doing it wrong, and I'm well aware :-P This is an adventure for sure. And not the good kind. Tomorrow is reset day. Post-hearing there will be a new phone number, better e-mail filters, and, hopefully, the end of the BS I've gotten myself into.

Some of the happiest couples I know are in situations/behave in ways that would make me MISERABLE. To each, their own. And, when you find the one that's happy in similar situations, then life is good.

A restraining order can't stop a bullet.  Be safe.

Trying my best! I've been really vigilant, taking different running routes, blocked/hid/deleted social media stuff...  I'm doing what I can.

One thing I don't get about stalkers and such.  Don't they just get TIRED of it?  Or do they just wait for the next person to obsess about?  Wires are crossed or something.

We had a guy at my church who moved several times and had to change churches a half dozen times because his ex wife would find out which church he was going to then start attending.  Tough for my dad because he can't just kick people out of his church, but there are also some obligation to protect current members from crime.  I'll have to ask how it finally panned out.  I think he spoke with her, but the guy may have eventually had to run again.  Sad.

NCAA time!  Later peeps!

Oh my god I know!

I'm exhausted, that's for sure - and I'm not the one digging around on the internet, seeking out my male FB friends, coming up with ways to send me texts from fake numbers, creating new e-mail addresses when I block them, and creating memes of him (I kid you not - there's one of me out there now).

I'm tired and over it. 

I thought it was bad 30 years ago when I got divorced.  I would hate to be going through all of that with the social media of the world now.  It sucked bad enough just dealing with crappy food and crappy service from her friends around the small town area where we lived.

there are a LOT of things i'm glad i went through before facebook was a thing.  mainly, all of high school.

Aaaaaand college. For me.

truth.  my college years are documented on myspace, which means that they are not ever going to be seen again, luckily!

We got it sophomore year of college - back when they were adding colleges to the network and you needed a college e-mail address to sign up. Luckily, when it was such a small network, it was fairly easy to police things you didn't want posted... and since we were all engineers looking for jobs, most people were really respectful of what they did/didn't post. 

I've only had to request a select few pictures be removed

My week of fun in Atlanta is over.  JWKMH has a doctor's appointment in TN and left at 7:30.  I took Geezerette #3 and the fiancé to the airport at 8:15.  I did some errands for them and now I have to do the housekeeping before I leave.  Sheets and towels, vacuuming, dishes, then pack up to go to the lake.  The kids went out every night for supper and so we have lots of leftover groceries that I will need to figure out a way to pack.  It is four hours driving to the lake house.  I would prefer to arrive there before supper time.  I don't see an extra hour in there for running.  Plus, it is raining.  The streak apparently ends at five days in a row.  Remind me on Saturday to do something exercise-related. 

Dreary day in Atlanta.  Sort of a downer.

TW

I am reading a book called The Circle - it's a novel about social media in the future. The main character gets a dream job at The Circle, which is the future Facebook/Google type of company. I'm only about 1/4 of the way in but it's FASCINATING. I recommend, if you're into that kind of book.

for me, I think it would be most everything from middle school up until I was about 35.

Sorry to hear about what you're dealing with, Elaine.  Someone needs to knock that punk out, or something.