The winner is...

Hopefully I have already established that I love to use my imagination. I'm pretty sure that I have expressed how I dwell in a great little twilight land between fantasy and reality. I know what reality is at all times, I just like to write the endings differently in my head.

That being said, I keep thinking back to the Saturday Night Live skits that were about Sean Connery. "I'll take the rapist for $200" "That's Therapist." "You're mother's a whore, Trebeck". Now this really does have to do with something.

About a year ago, I had a woman that was positively evil to my family. She not only slandered my husband and me, she slandered my children. I can deal with people being ugly about me, but so do not mess with my children. I don't even understand why these people are the way that they are. Come to find out that she mocked quite a few things about us. I'd like to go into her dirty laundry, but then I'd be the same. Trust me, I am nothing like her.

The fact is that I thought I had let it go. I truly believe that I had. I think what happened is that I picked it back up when I heard that she had done more than previously thought. I still want to drive up to Sacramento, or whatever ever city she lives in, and her. I have enough rage, but I don't think that I am capable of that anymore. It has been so long since I have done anything remotely violent. I will trust that God, Karma, wahtever you believe in will even things out.

I still want to tell her that her mother's a whore. And I would like to do it with that fabulous Scottish accent.

The cool thing is that people that are ugly inside eventually get discovered outside. You just can't go through life living that way. (Unless you have a potload of money, but I don't want to even go there) People end up getting disgusted with your behavior and will stop hanging out with you. Nowadays, that seems to come sooner rather than later. People are less tolerant of others' deplorable behavior. Here is the cool thing: I don't want to see what becomes of her. If she fails miserably... I don't want to know. If she succeeds, I will be happy for her. In every other area of my life I am content. I have a husband that loves me, children that are respectful and polite without a whole lot of effort, and a unique job. What more could anyone need? On the other hand, I regularly recall this woman being miserable and bitter about many things in her life. I think that is retribution enough for me.

Later!!!