Freaks and Geek Part 2

Week 5 WI

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-0.2  OY. 

Hey crazy people. Welcome back:) I seem to trend with weight loss one week and nothing the next...I know .2 is something but still. . Hopefully this coming week will be another good sized loss. 

So I missed posting this on Thursday because I was at the doctors for hours. The good news is, I think we have answers now. IBS being treated with an anti-anxiety med. So far, 4 days in and almost no pain! I am so happy.

Before I jump into the story of one of the strangest things that has ever happened to me (and to most people I know) a little shameless promotion.

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ON TO THE FREAKY

Unwanted house guest. 

Mat and I being our sexy selves

My friend, Mat, used to come over once a week to hang out, drink and watch movies. This particular night we were watching Lord of the Rings and drinking Margaritas. That's not important but they were really good Margaritas.

It was late, like 1 am and suddenly there was a knock at my door. *Cue creepy music* Now, I was living in an apartment complex that consisted of 2 four-plex  buildings that faced each other. Most of the tenants were in their 80s+ and there was a little house behind us that had a history of drugs and domestic violence. 

A knock at 1 am meant something crazy was up. 

I looked out the peep hole and saw my newest and youngest neighbor wrapped in a blanket hunched at my door. She was so new that I had never even said hi to her, didn't know her name, but new she had a kid...who wasn't with her. I jumped into "Oh shit" mode and yanked the door open and took a step back into the house to allow her to escape into the house if needed.



She looks at me says "Hi" then ...
walks in and sits down in my living room. 
I am frozen holding the door. Mat has no idea and is already making polite conversation with "my friend" who is already trying to get him to come home with her. I make big eyes at him, screaming telepathically the Twilight Zone theme, and finally I introduce myself to her. 

Jaw: meet floor.

I spend the next 10 min trying to politely kick her out of my house and send her home to her 2 year old who was in the house alone but "it was ok because she is sleeping". She says she is too scared to walk back on her own (the apartments were about 10 yards apart) so I walk her back to her house tell her goodnight and head back. 

I...kid..you...NOT.

I get up the stairs to my apartment door, open it, turn around to close it and she is RIGHT...FRIGGIN...THERE. Like a very predictable ghost in a B rated horror movie...holding a beer. WHAT THE HELL? 

Another 10 min of her pulling on Mat's arm, foot, leg, anything she could get her hands on and telling him to come home with her because....ready?..."She has stuff..." 

*I'm sure you do honey and I am sure there is cream for it....moving on....* 

He politely says "This is my night to hang out with my friend Shawna so I am going to stay here with her." She comes back with a very drunken look at me and the words "She can come too..."

NO, No, No she can't and now it's time for you to go!!

I walked her home 3 times before she stopped coming back. 

A conversation with her the next morning resulted in the conclusion that she was drunk and bored and saw my light on so thought she would just come hang out at 1 am. I told her not to knock again unless it was an emergency.

So yeah....that happened.