He makes me smile

Jack is such a little monkey lol. Since we've moved, and we're not forced to live in a 8x8 bedroom, he's found so many new places to play and hide out. Dink of course found a spot on the couch and just burrows under her blanket like she always did on our bed all day. But Jack has decided that his new favorite spot is on the back of the love seat, with his front legs resting on whoever is sitting there lol. You can barely feel he's there, and if you turn to look at him, he just cocks his head at you, and quick jumps forward to lick you in the face, then jumps down and runs off.
I gave him and Dink a "waterless" bath last night. Though I can't figure out why they call it waterless. It's liquid, hence, mostly water. They should really call it "rinse-less bath spray" or something like that. But anyway... he froze up and probably thought I was trying to spray him to death or something. But I finally finish, and dry him off a bit, and he tears off like a mad-man. Then stops, starts shaking his whole body for about 5 seconds, then tears off again. Well, after about an hour and I stop laughing, I pick him up, wrap him up in a blanket, and he just looks at me. "I was trying to finish drying myself off mom, what the hell?" "Sorry Jack, I thought you were cold, so I wanted to warm you up!" "I know where the blanket is mom, I wanna play now..."

*Sigh*

I just feel off today. Can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, but I just feel like I want to break down and cry. I'm still a little upset about everything that happened with the move, and keep thinking of little things that got left behind. Nothing really important or anything, but just things like "Hey, I could really use... oh... wait." Things like our comforter. Mom has a comforter, but it's too small for us. We had a bigger one because we're both blanket hogs lol. And my recipe box. Not that I cook a whole lot, and most of the recipes were either printed off the internet, or cut out of magazines or backs of boxes, but it was nice to have. And I feel absolutely horrible that we weren't able to grab Jared's books or records. I know these are worth gettting away from the seventh circle of hell... but it's just bringing me down. And even though I feel like I've put it in the back of my head, I still feel overwhelmed with sadness.

When will some people learn?

Jared's step-mom called 6 times last night, starting at midnight, til 6 am. Drunk, I'm sure, trying to make us feel guilty for leaving her b.s. behind us. I have never disliked someone so much my entire life. Now I know I have a lot of life to live yet (I hope) but this woman drives us both mental. And when it started to rip apart our relationship, we left. I'm sorry, but nothing in this life is more important than my family. My family: my mom, step-dad, and their son, my dad, step-mom, and their 3 sons, and of course Jared, Dink, and Jack. I do care about Jared's dad, but after all the hell his wife has put me through in the past year, and all the she's put Jared through in the past 4 years, I wouldn't consider her family if someone paid me $10 million. We've been gone a week, yesterday. I've tried to keep in touch with emails and a couple phone calls, but (this is why I think she had to have been drunk) she doesn't remember any of it. And of course it's all our fault, because she's perfect. People like her make me sick to my stomach. Actually, she literally makes me throw up every time I see her missed calls on our phone, or her name show up on an email in my inbox.

My "Tawny Scawny Lion"

This was one of my favorite books when I was little. I made my mom read it to me all the time. But that's the first thing that pops in my head when I look at Jack lately. I don't know if it's just the size contrast, because Dink is so big, and Jack is like 10 pounds smaller than her, or what, but he just looks unbelievably thin. No, his ribs aren't showing or anything like that. But his waist is just.... scary looking.... I don't know how else to describe it. I let him out into the living room this morning and left Dinky in the bedroom to give Jack a chance at some uninterrupted food time. Dink is horrible about driving Jack away from his bowl. Either because she thinks his food is better (even though they eat the exact same food) or other times just because she wants to play, and of course, that's more important than him trying to eat. I've been giving him a regular fingertip full of Nutri-Cal everyday to kinda boost his calories, and get him some extra vitamins. Jer's worried that he's too energetic, and he's burning too much body fat. Which I never thought about. He is a very energetic puppy. But I don't know if how energetic he is is normal or not. Dink grew up in the semi with us, basically being trained to be a lap dog lol. Poor girl. She runs around a lot now, but she didn't have much room to in the truck, unless we stopped somewhere safe enough for me to take her out on a walk. Now Jack, he's another story. He's like a rocket ship shooting around on the floor. It makes me so happy to see him running around playing and so happy with Dink, but is there a such thing as too much running around?

Kinda bummed

Today kinda brought down my good mood. No work for Jared, so all of our plans are basically put on hold again. No money for food or gas. Jared's boss is selling his truck, so Jared has to bring the truck he drives all the way back up to him. Which aught to be interesting considering he'll have no way to get back home. I'm starting to think that life isn't supposed to be fair even at the least. We get a half a step forward and get dumped 5 steps back. All because someone needs to get all their trucks to work before worrying about anyone else, screwing over both John and Jared. It's just driving me mental. I mean seriously, how are people supposed to live? You promise someone and their employee work on Monday, there damn well better we work on Monday. Not "Oh, well I had an extra truck of my own to put to work, so f*** you."