I Just Knew it...Because I'm Psychic, DAMN IT!

10am-
I am woken up by the loving husband and reminded that we have 80 million things to get done and I need to get up. See, I had already gotten up (at 7:45am) so that I could answer the door when Pa and Memaw delivered the little girl back to me after her slumber party. Well, we were both tired so we crawled up in bed with Daddy and when back to sleep.

11am-
I've showered and cleaned the double stroller (b/c I am NOT going to carry a 45lb girl or a 35lb boy (or both) around the Medieval Fair. I brown the roast and get it in the slow cooker, I pack the snack, and we start loading up. One problem. I can only find one shoe for my son in any pair that still fit him. Damn, he's got like 3 pairs of shoes and a pair of sandals that are new and fit!

Why?, you ask.

I'll tell you why. It is because I live in a filthy house that cannot be cleaned until all this construction is done!! So I'm throwing shit around and bitching and yelling and pissing and moaning. Finally, I find a pair of sandals that fits him and we head off...with both of the kids crying because I'm gotten onto them for not keeping their shit put up. We have a place for shoes! I can't keep track of every fucking thing! ~sorry~

Deep Breath....

12:30pm-
We make it to Norman in record time and don't have too many problems finding a parking spot. Thankfully, some times finding a parking spot for the Medieval Fair takes and act of God AND a blessing from the dying (dead yet?) pope.

Once we get everything loaded into the double stroller (including the kids) we walk about two and 1/2 blocks (which really isn't bad considering) to the park-Fair. It was a lovely day. The costumes were awesome and the high was supposed to be in the mid-70's.

A stage performer was just getting set up and ready for his routine and we stopped to watch him for a little bit. He was funny...a juggler/jokester. My daughter was loving it too and I had picked her up to see over the dumb-assess sitting infront of us. When I put her down I decided to take a look around and see where we were going to go next. You see today was for the kids...tomorrow the kids will be with the grandparents and we'll be going with The Ass-Master and Smokey Smurf.

BUT...as I glanced around...not two feet from me was my PSYCHO-X-STALKER-BASTARD! I know he saw me. I know it. He acted as if he hadn't, but HELLO!...two fucking feet from me, facing me. Damn, so we left without seeing the performer perform the whole show and I tried to get lost in the crowd.

Now this place is HUGE, really...there's a tennis court, a baseball field, a huge kids playground, a jogging track, and a lot of other crap. It's a giant park for fuck's sake! (damn, remember your breathing, Devona)

About and hour later...I see him again. This time he made eye contact. Fuck! I flip him off and try not to act as if anything is wrong, but I tell my husband a little while later that I saw him. Of course...I left out the part of my flipping him off. Didn't want to make it look like I was getting agitated...I mean, after all of the bitching and shit I did this morning.

Not quite and hour later my daughter and I are ridding this sweet elephant and...I see him again. Damn it all to HELL! He makes eye contact again, shakes his head in a "tisk-tisk" type of way, and then walks off. I keep my eyes on him to see where he was going...THANK GOODNESS, he was leaving and as I saw him heading to one of the cars I sighed in relief.

The rest of the time we spent there was great. The kids got their pictures taken with the merdaids and they each got to pick out something. My daughter got some fairy wings...I guess you can't tell what she wants to be for Halloween, can you? My son got a dragon hat that he wore like he was some kind of Pimp. LOL

I didn't think it would bother me as much as it did, but it did. I just knew something was off today. I felt it in my bones!!!!!

I remember my last conversation with Tishomingo (he's native american, Creek/souix)...

"I guess I'll kill myself then, if you won't take me back." -psycho bastard

"Fucking do it already, and let me get on with my life! We've been over for over a year now." -Me

"Did you ever love me?" -stalker

"Nope, just the sex." -Me

"Well, if I can't get to you...(pause because he was half retarded from smoking 8 joints a day)...then I guess I'll just have to go after, T(my best friend in the whole freaking world for years and years...and he never really liked her anyway)." -psycho retard

"What the hell do you mean by that? Don't touch her. What are you going to do? Kill her?" -Me

"If that's what it takes to get you back." -bastard that's going to HELL

"I'm fucking calling the cops and T...why don't you just kill yourself now and leave me the fuck alone! Bye, you'll be seeing the cops in a short while, BASTARD!" -Me

...I've just got a bad case of the "heebie-jeebies."