Dear Justin

Hi there blog world,

I haven't been writing for awhile as I've been overwhelmed and don't know what to say.  But I'm going to start with a letter - to Justin.  For those of you who don't know who he is, he's my husband.  I'd love to say ex-husband but unfortunately, he hasn't divorced me.  He's also the jerk who told me I was crazy when I thought he was cheating on me - so much so that I actually went on medication for depression because "I was crazy."  Justin decided to come to UNBSJ, the school that I have attended for the past 3 years because his new floozy lives in the city apparently.  So here's the letter, full names because hopefully, someday he reads this and hopefully, he realizes what an ass he truly has been. 

Dear Justin,

How dare you?  Who the hell do you think you are to step foot in the city I came to to run away from you?  How dare you invade my space? The space that I made for myself because I was so beaten down by you that I needed something to keep me alive?  How dare you attempt to ruin that for me? 

Well, welcome to my world now.  I have never kept quiet about being in an abusive relationship - that's right, abuse.  I'm sure you don't like that term - that you were abusive.  That you lied to me to a point where I took medication that caused me to try to kill myself, that you called me stupid so much that I believed it, that I was putting you through university for "us"...sorry hun, does your new girlfriend know THAT is the type of person you are?  I could say "were" but I don't think that sadistic type of attitude - that "I'm better than you in all ways" sort of attitude, goes away.

So welcome to UNBSJ - where the people that know me (and that's a lot of people, professors, students, faculty) know that you're abusive.  That you play the sweetheart well - but with me, you don't get to have that mask because I already smashed it.

By the way, I'm far, far from stupid.  My 'stupid' ideas had you emailing to volunteer for me (by the way, who's stupid for not double checking the e-mail address since you knew I was involved with the school?).  My "stupid" brain is graduating this year - with a pretty damn good GPA.  So yeah, you're an idiot for ever saying that.

So since you're here and constantly looking like you're constipated (seriously, you may want to get something checked out), I'm going to make the best of it.  I'm going to smile every time I see you because you truly are a moron.  You lied, cheated, broke my heart, left a lot of psychological damage, but you know what - I'm so much better than that.  Let's just put this out there, I'm just so much better than you.  I'm going to smile because I'm no longer stuck with your red-headed, condescending, paunch-bellied, scarred up, wanna be high school hero, pain-in-the-ass.

Later,

Samantha Tinker (same last name).
 

Feast or Famine

You know, whenever I say "I'm going to be able to post all the time..." real life kicks me in the ass and says "I'm going to make a liar out of you." So, as I have been MIA for a long time (my apologies), I'm doing my favorite blog-style of listing my summer adventures:

1) Work - I have a full-time job at the museum here on the Rock (not Newfoundland...the other rock...no, not PEI either). While it's irritating at times to be doing database work and working closely with other people (it's a hard transition from what I was doing), it's also amazing.

2) I got a smartphone - that's right folks, I upgraded from my little flip phone (may it rest in pieces) to my Samsung Galaxy so expect pics from here on in.

3) I am still dating K.O. Since I'm not a fan of names on here (incriminating much?), that's all you'll get. K.O is a throwback from the Katy Keene comics in Archie comics. He's kinda wonderful and I definitely lucked out with him (and so did he...and I'm pretty sure he knows it).

4) My sister got married - that's right, she tied the knot to her best friend. After one upsetting cake fiasco (for the record, if anyone is ordering cakes in New Brunswick stay away from Melissa Wetmore...it was a BAD experience and a terrible cake!).

5) I'm working part-time/sometimes full-time as a housecleaner/pet sitter. Better money and more flexible hours so I can work full time and work around it.

6) I'm biking more and even running sometimes...okay, I bike to work...sometimes.

7) I'm now working on homework...

So my apologies for not blogging...ahhh, nah, I'm not really sorry - but I'm going to be writing a little more now :) I hope.

Happy Canada Day

So I spent my Canada Day in Oromocto with my adorable boyfriend, K (Everyone knows by now how I feel about real names, right?).  Anyways, we had an amazing time...Coras for breakfast, a nap in the afternoon (seriously, naps are severely underrated - people should do it more often), followed by a BBQ of veggie burgers at home and fireworks at night in Fredericton!

How could I ask for a better day?

I got home today - still on Grand Manan for the summer - and start work on the 9th which is good because I'm pretty sure my first paycheck is going directly onto my credit card (ouch).  K is planning to come down sometime this summer (yay) and I'm sure it'll be an adventure. 

Apart from that, I'm off to bed - it's 12:30 here and I'm back into running so sleep is needed.

My mother may be on the next season of 'Hoarders'

Let me just say I love my mother. A lot! She's actually pretty cool - she rescues crazy cats, she raised two crazy kids (plus a bunch of other people's), she feeds me, and I live here rent-free.

Now, my mom is rather awesome but holy crap she likes stuff. Magazines, books, toys from our childhood (Yes, I found my Alvin and the Chipmunk dolls), pieces of wood with screws in them, tins, boxes, bags...ETC ETC ETC!

I'm a minimalist...I like "no stuff"...I like my walls to be decorated but my rule of thumb is "if I have to dust it, I do not want it"...mom's rule of thumb seems to be "If the dust is there, write happy notes in it." We're really not on the same page at all.

Anyways, I started cleaning and have refrained from throwing out most things but I've been dusting up a storm and sweeping and terrorizing Collie-Dog (a cat)...and running from chickens. And convincing my sister I do not want to be thrown in a mudpuddle also known as a pond (if there is no chlorine, I don't want to swim in it. Her words are "it's not a toilet because people don't poop in it much").

Oh, I'm home...I hope I survive :P

Home again

Well, I'm back on Grand Manan for 9 weeks...that is 63 days. 1512 hours. Oh crap.

First thing to do was check out my new contacts - they're cute and make my eyes blue.

Second thing...clean my room. See, my mom likes stuff. A lot of stuff. My room has been used to hold said stuff. Now, don't get me wrong, it's all things she uses but there's still a LOT of stuff. Thankfully, I'm not so good with stuff but I'm actually an okay organizer. I even convinced her to throw out some things...dad is still around though!

Anyways, I'll definitely be writing a LOT more because there is NOTHING to do here. It's a tad boring. Reading...lots and lots of reading.