July 16, 2007

Where and when were you born?
I was born on September 14, 1976 in Great Lakes, IL but grew up in Newport, RI. Navy Brat….

What is your profession?
IFBB Pro Figure Competitor / PTA (Private Trainers Association) Certified Personal Trainer, Director and Examiner / Licensed-Nationally Certified Massage Therapist.
I currently practice both Personal Training and Massage Therapy out of IMPROVE Wellness Center in Woodland Hills, CA.

Were you involved in sports or fitness prior to bodybuilding/figure and how did you get started with weight training?
I was Home Schooled and so unfortunately missed out on the opportunity to participate in organized sports. I started forcing my 4 sisters to do workout videos with me when I was 12 and started weight training at 16. My driving force was any opportunity to challenge my little sister Crystal!! She has always been my favourite competitor in all aspects of life….At 16 she squatted 2 plates for 3 sets of 4-6 reps….I have never let her get stronger than me though she has far surpassed me in other challenges!! We are each other 1 fan!! I love to make her proud….

Was it a goal for you to compete in figure competitions right from the beginning or was it something that grew in your mind as time went on and you saw the progress in your body?
I had never heard of Figure Competitions until my trainer Mike "Zipper" Sable bet that I didn't have what it took to deal with the intense training and strict diet that it entailed. I showed him!!! I never expected to achieve Pro status though. It was such an honour! As for the progress in my body, I feel I have just scratched the surface of what my body is capable of!

Can you give me your competition history?
Amateur: 2003 NPC Contra Costa (10th), 2003 NPC California Figure Championships (4th), 2004 NPC Contra Costa (7th), 2004 NPC Junior Nationals (10th), 2004 NPC LA Figure Championships (2nd), 2004 NPC National Figure Championships (2nd).
Pro: 2004 GNC (Didn't place), 2005 Tournament of Champions (didn't place)

Which contest has been your biggest success; which has had the most meaning to you? My biggest success as well as most meaningful was definitely the Nationals! Not only did I turn pro, but it is the only show my parents ever saw me compete in! It was awesome to have them celebrate my success….I think it had the most meaning because before I came to NY for the Nationals, the person closest to me and who should have been the most supportive told me I was wasting my time since I was just going to lose. It was awesome to prove him wrong!

Please tell me something about your training routine (i.e.: how many days per week / training split /cardio, etc.)
I usually train 5-6 days per week off season, 7 days on season. Cardio varies depending on the goal and my body fat %. A normal off season day would be 2 muscle groups (Chest & Tris, Back & Bis, Shoulders & Calves….etc) One Heavy weight, lower reps (4-10) and one Lighter weight, higher reps (15-25). Legs are done alone. Off season I will do 30-45 minutes of cardio per day every day but Leg day. In competition training I increase my cardio to 1-2 hours per day, usually switching between spinning, kickboxing and machines. I have incorporated more core training recently doing Pilates and other group sessions 2-3 times per week. It has made a tremendous difference.

What is your favourite exercise in the gym and which one you don't like so much? Which body part is your best in your opinion?
My favourite exercise….That's a tough one….. pretty much any Back exercise on a Hammer strength machine. My least favourite would be hack squats. I have a bad back so it is complete torture. I am strong on legs, but they are torture and the most difficult to lean out and show strong definition.
My best body part is probably my back. It develops very quickly and the muscle gets very dense and defined.

If you don't mind would you give me some stats (best lifts and some body measurements)?
Believe it or not, I have never measured myself in competition shape!! Except for my waist which got down around 19 inches…..As for my best lift that would be on the Leg Press. 8 plates (360b) on each side for 3 sets of 4. That's full reps mind you!!!! Knees deep into the chest…..

What do you enjoy about training for competition....what do you enjoy about the 'off season'?
I love watching my body transform when train for competition. It is like a science project and seems to change every time I compete…..And off season, come on!!! What do YOU think??? The food of course…..I LOVE good food, fine wine, and nice single malt scotch!!! Unfortunately I find it very depressing when I start to see the effects…..

Please describe a typical day in the life of Keri Doudna.
My day is quite dull…Sorry! I usually get up around 6am, at the gym by 7am. Usually train between 4 and 8 clients per day and train myself in between sessions. Between 1pm and 5pm is my time! I watch Days of our Lives, hang out with my Min Pin "Spike" and my kitten "Finzie", eat…clean house. Read my Bible, sit at Starbucks and do the local papers sudoko and crossword puzzle. I usually get home around 7:30pm…Eat, maybe shoot pool with my neighbours upstairs. Play solitaire…Yes, not very exciting!! When I am competing it is pretty much the same except I get up at 5am for cardio, and usually finish my day with cardio again at night…..Unfortunately I am a night person that works early mornings! It is a struggle at times…

Please tell me about what you do when you don't work out (hobbies, what do you do to relax? etc.)
My favourite thing in the world second to my amazing Church is taking out my Harley and cruising the canyons and beaches! It is my escape… I love to read…anything by Clancy, Ludlum, Grisham….I could go on and on. Working on Motorcycles and Cars. Total Grease monkey….Practicing Guitar. Oh, and I sing Karaoke. Yes, I admit it!!! And I am pretty good too!!! Come on...everyone secretly loves Karaoke.

What do you enjoy most about the bodybuilding/fitness lifestyle?
I love watching my body change on a daily basis. It is incredible what your body can do if you are willing to make the sacrifices and put forth the effort….I was watching some video footage of a show that I competed in (2004 LA Figure Championships…took 2nd) and was totally checking out a girl with her back to the camera. When she turned around I realized it was me!! Oops….I was so flattered though because I was total jealous of her physique! The ultimate compliment……
And I love the people. It is very much a family….Competitive, but everyone is very supportive of each other. And I admit it, I love that I turn heads when I am in awesome shape!!

Tell me something interesting about yourself, something people may be surprised to hear.
My mother was a Nun….I am one of 7 children and was Home Schooled all the way to 12th grade. I painted Mercedes for 5 years….I was the first female bellman at a 5 star resort in Florida. I have pencil lead in my left eardrum (no, things do not go in one ear and out the other!). When I get nervous I babble on and on…..well, not JUST when I'm nervous! It's hereditary…

What are your competition goals or personal future goals?
My Competition goals are to win the Olympia…..Isn't that every Pro competitor's goal?? Sponsorships and endorsements would be awesome as well! On a personal level, I want to get married and have a family….My career choices will come second if and when that time comes.

June 2006

"I have no Greater Joy than to hear that my children walk in Truth"…....

That is how my Dad ends every letter to his children. I was blessed with the greatest parents who set the greatest example that any child could ever ask for….

I remember the night I asked Jesus into my heart. I was less than 3 years old, and had a clear understanding of what it meant to be saved. As I knelt there by my bed asking the Lord into my heart, my mother passed my door. She thought I was playing when I was supposed to be in bed sleeping and came into the room and rewarded me with a spanking. When I told her what I was doing, she felt horrible! Her biggest concern was "did I finish?"…Of course. I think she was quite proud when at the age 5, I prompted a furious call from a neighboring mother because I had informed her young daughter that she was going to hell. Much to the womans disappointment, my mother backed me up!!

Then, when I was 7 years old, I had a dream…."I was sitting on the top bunk of my brothers bed studying with my oldest brother Shawn. Suddenly, the window across from me transformed into a door made of dark metal. As I stared in wonder, the door opened and a demonic being entered the room. It resembled a woman, but seemed neither male nor female, and was holding some sort of a blade resembling a small sickle. My brother sat there oblivious to what was happening. And then suddenly it pulled me from the bed by my hair, and it seemed it was trying to scalp me. I cried out to Shawn for help, but he just looked around the room confused. "Where are you Keri, I can't see you!". And then I was dragged through the door and all was black.
It was as if we stood at the top of a winding stone staircase that went up and down as far as the eye could see….and yet there was no top or bottom, it just seemed to go in both directions forever. And while I was aware of this, I was also aware that it was so dark that I could see nothing. My eyes saw nothing, but I knew. Then suddenly we were on what appeared to be a small landing made of black stone….The sound of screams overwhelmed me with fear. As I looked around I saw that it was a lake that surrounded us and it was on fire. The lake stretched as far and deep as my eyes could perceive….The smell was overwhelming me….It was like sulfur and burning flesh but so strong that it was as if it made up the air I breathed…I wanted to throw up, but I seemed frozen in time. As I became aware of my surroundings, I realized that it was not a lake of water, but one of blood. And in the blood as deep and as far as my eyes could see, there were people….And they screamed in torment, burning, bleeding….drowning eternally in their own blood…..I was terrified! And then they were reaching for me, grabbing my feet dragging me into this lake of eternal fire. In despair, I screamed out "Jesus! Save Me!!!" ….And suddenly I was gone. I stood in the purest white light that I have ever beheld. I was surrounded by such peace and love. At that moment, I understood how real my salvation was…..and I woke up."

I have never forgotten that dream. Nothing has ever felt as real as that….I still wonder if it was a dream, or a vision from God. Regardless, it changed my heart. I no longer thought of my salvation as just something that I did just so I could spend eternity in Heaven, but as something I did to NOT spend eternity in Hell. I chose Christ, and I was spared.  I would love to say that I stayed strong and went on to a life of ministry. But it was not the case. I began dating at 15, and a few years later I lost my purity. I began drinking and going to clubs regularly at 18, and when I was 19, I became involved in an impure relationship with a married couple. At the age of 20, I was broken. I woke up on the side of the road one morning after a night at the clubs, and realized I had hit rock bottom. As I drove home, I prayed to God and begged him for guidance. I prayed that he would send me a sign that he was still with me. I prayed he would provide a way….

Less than an hour later I got a call from my best friend in ..Florida. I hadn't seen her in almost 3 years. She told me that a friend of hers was sending me a plane ticket so I could come to Florida. He didn't even know me! I took it as a sign, and went for 2 weeks. Those were 2 of the best weeks of my life! I was surrounded by Christians, going to church on Sundays, young adult group on Tuesdays, and spending every other minute of my time with young adults from the Church! And I met Jeremy. Jeremy was the man who had bought me the ticket.   When the 2 weeks was almost through, everyone was so sorry to see me go. I had become a part of the family! And so, I decided to pack up my life and move to Jacksonville, FL. I flew home, quit my jobs, and 2 weeks later Jeremy flew up to Rhode Island to drive back to Florida with me. 24 hours in a car, and you really get to know someone! I knew within days that this was the man that God had chosen to be my husband. We became inseparable, but never dated. Then in December of '98, he met another woman. After their second date he was driving home and started thinking about a future with this woman. He realized that if he pursued her, that our relationship would change. He suddenly realized that he was in Love with me! He got home, called my Dad and asked for my hand in Marriage. He proposed that New Years Eve. I was shocked, but overjoyed! We were married 6 months later. It was the most amazing spirit filled wedding I have ever seen…..Everything was perfect.

And then, everything started to change.
After about a year of marriage, my husband shared with me his struggle with sexual issues. He frequently visited swinger websites, and was intrigued by the lifestyle. In an effort to put him at ease, I shared my experiences with him. He was surprised and intrigued. He wanted to go visit the couple from my teens, and foolishly I agreed. While visiting, we went to a strip club where I did amateur night. I won $500 and opened the door to the future. We were months late on our mortgage, and the bills kept piling up. Jeremy felt like the only way to get out of this hole was for me to take a job at a strip club 2 hours away from our home, just a couple nights a week. A couple turned into 4 or 5, and soon he had to quit his job just to have the time to drive me and pick me up. Then one day while searching the internet for opportunities, he came across an ad for performers in an adult film in Tampa, Florida. He said it was our only hope. In the eyes of God and my family, and anyone else, he said took responsibility as my husband and the leader of our family for my actions. I allowed him to make the decision, consumed half a bottle of Captain Morgan, and performed in my first Adult Film. I cried my heart out. I wanted to die, but I tried to keep it inside to spare Jeremy the guilt. Unfortunately, one just wasn't enough. And so began my career as an Adult Film Star.

In an effort to make money without me having to be in front of the camera, we planned a trip to New York where I had plans to dance at a high class Strip club. My first night there I was slipped a date rape drug and was raped by an unknown number of employees of the strip club. After being missing for 12 hours, I miraculously contacted the people we were staying with and was taken to the hospital for tests. Unfortunately my test results and police records were later mysteriously lost. There was nothing I could do. Fortunately for me, I don't remember much so I wasn't emotionally scarred by the rape. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,. If it wasn't me, it would have probably been another new girl. Jeremy did not take it as well. He felt so much guilt for putting me in that position. The hardest part for me was that they stole my wedding rings and my grandmother's jewelry. I have never felt so violated, and it hardened me. I went numb. I could not be Keri and the person I was playing, so I put Keri deep inside so I wouldn't feel the guilt and shame. I justified my actions by believing that Jeremy was assuming responsibility and that I was doing it for my marriage. But deep down I knew I was just fooling myself. And yet I kept on going. And it only got worse. I remember making $36,000 in 3 weeks and then not being able to pay our rent a week later. I don't know where it went. And it seemed like it was never enough. The more I made, the more our expenses went up. In order to keep going, I would ask Jeremy to give me a date of when it would all end. He kept setting timelines and and end points, and then the times would come and go. I started in the business in the summer of 2000. I was 24 years old. The final deadline for our retirement from the adult business was that I would be have a baby before Jeremy turned 30. He turned 30 July of 2004. I was not pregnant. Quite the contrary actually.

About 11 months before his 30th birthday, Jeremy told me that he felt I didn't meet his physical needs and felt that in order to meet those needs that he should have a girlfriend. I was shocked. And yet a part of me wanted to test him to see just how far he was willing to take it. I told him that he didn't meet my emotional needs and he suggested that I get a boyfriend. I was floored…And yet I played along just to see what he would do. And so he got a girlfriend and I got a boyfriend. And after about a month I tried to leave him for the boyfriend. Even though in my heart I knew it wasn't right, but I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to lose everything so that he could make the right decision once and for all. And he begged me to come back….He wanted to go back to Florida and start over. He wanted to leave it all behind and make things right again. He had bought 2 plane tickets to Florida and was driving to the airport as we talked. I told him if he took me home to get our dogs I would leave with him that day. And so, we drove home. I called my boyfriend and broke it off while Jeremy was inside packing. I broke his heart, and because of that, I felt that I had broke mine. But I knew I was doing the right thing. When I told Jeremy, he couldn't believe I had done it over the phone. He had planned on leaving his girlfriend a note because he couldn't bear to tell her face to face. His girlfriend lived with us. She was downstairs while all this was going on. I was shocked. In total disbelief, I told him I couldn't go with him unless he told her face to face. He begged me not to make him. And so he tried, and when she broke down in tears, he begged me not to make him choose. "I Love You both" he told me…..I told him someday I would choose for him. I don't think he believed I would ever follow through.

And so the knife was driven deeper into my heart. And I became hardened and cold. But I stayed. 3 arrests (Jeremy's) and about $40,000 later I was still there. The further we were from God, the worse things became… It was the most painful and humiliating year of my life. Jeremy used to always say "Let me be wrong"…He didn't want me to tell him when he screwed up, he wanted to figure it out on his own and learn from his own mistakes. Yeah….I wanted him to fail. I didn't force him to do what I knew was right because I wanted him to fail by his own rules. I realize now that I was wrong for that. I hold a partial responsibility for his mistakes. I was bitter and didn't lift him up when he was too weak to stand on his own. And I knew what I was doing. But I didn't care. I didn't want to have to beg for him to choose me. I couldn't be the rock for both of us. I had been the rock for so long, and I was so beat down.

The final straw came in March of 2004. Everything that could have possible gone wrong had and more, and I was done. On June 1st of 2004 while Jeremy was out of town, I moved into my own apartment. I didn't tell him where I lived for almost 2 years, although I continued to struggle with my decision. I knew it was what was best for ME, but spiritually I could not let go. I had to have peace from God before I could really let go. I had much prayer from the women in my church, but dont know if I ever truely felt that peace....But I finally filed for divorce in March of 2006. Sadly and quite unplanned, he was served the papers on our 7 year anniversary. As for me, I had become involved with a man who was also a performer in the adult industry. From March of 2004 till March 1, 2005 I worked only with him. And yet we struggled continually due to the fact that I remained married and that he did not share my faith.

Finally on March 1, 2005 it all fell apart. I was trying to live 2 lives hoping they would each somehow work themselves out, and it just wasn't working anymore. My boyfriend (Ron) and I had a huge falling out due to a something from my past that I hadn't been completely honest about. My marriage had failed, my relationship was failing, and I had had all that I could take. I cancelled all the work that I had scheduled and quit the adult industry. That work would have meant about $15,000, but it just wasn't worth it.

And so, with $200 in the bank and rent due, I started over. Ron and I reconciled and he encouraged and supported me both emotionally and financially as I struggled to get back on my feet. I don't know how I would have survived without him.

And so began my new life. In May of 2003 I had begun competing in Figure competitions as a way of distracting myself from my life and an excuse to be in the best shape possible. In August of 2004, I took second place in the NPC National Figure Championships and achieved professional status. It was a great personal goal achieved as well as a door to a whole new career. I became certified as a personal trainer, and used my experience where it seemed best fit. My training combined with my Massage Therapy (I was licensed back in 1997 but took a break while in the business) became my life. In February of 2006 I opened my own Massage Practice while continuing to work as a Personal Trainer at a private gym. I continue to strive to further myself both personally and professionally. I have been so blessed….

My greatest blessings have been my Church, my family, and my personal relationships.   I began going to The Church at Rocky Peak in October of 2004, but wasn't really able to feel the real Peace of God until I was out of the business. In the days following my retirement I met Lynn and Neil Johnson who became my spiritual mentors and to whom I am still held accountable to this day and will probably be as long as I live. They are and always will be a blessing in my life. Through their prayers and the prayers of many others I was able to come clean with my entire family. The heaviest burden that I could ever imagine bearing was lifted from my soul, and I felt I had been reborn yet again! What great Love to forgive so much! They never judged me in any way, they just opened their arms and loved me. I was the prodigal son come home, and it was a celebration. Instead of tearing our family apart, it bonded us closer than ever. I am now held accountable by those whom I love most, and will do whatever I can to never disappoint them again. But most importantly, I am accountable to my heavenly Father, who is above all else. Without his Love and faithfulness, I wouldn't be the person I am today. I just pray that I have the strength to persevere and allow his will to be done in my life without allowing my own selfish will to get in the way.

And so my life goes on. My life is a continual work in progress, but it IS in progress!!! I just pray that God gives me the strength to allow his perfect will to be done, and the discernment to recognize it. Sometimes his perfect will is very different from my own!   But without change there is no room for growth. If it means sacrificing to allow God's perfect plan to play out, then I pray for the strength to endure.

And so begins another day in this perfect life.


In His Grace,

Keri Marie Humble

So I am still surviving!!  I have 2 weeks to resolve my license situation or I risk losing my new job...I don’t think I elaborated on that yet.  So my new job ran my driving record and informed me that I had a suspended license...oops. When I called, they informed my that I owe $4015 in fees in order to get my license reinstated!!  I know, wow right??  About $3000 of it is just fees that they added on due to my irresponsibility.  Unfornunately I have to have my license completely reinstated by April 15th or I can’t do my new job, so I don’t have the option of requesting court dates and trying to get the fees reduced....The good news is that I sold my Mini Cooper  and will have the money to take care of it by Friday!!  I had been trying to sell my truck, but with the gas prices being so high it just wasn’t happening!!  So selling the Mini saves me $350 a month in car payments besides the fact that I was 3 months behind on payments, no insurance, the registration expired almost a year ago, and I had over $600 in parking tickets!  It would have cost me about $3000 just to get caught up and legal!   *sigh*...there could be a light at the end of this long dark tunnel...of course everytime I say that something else happens!  Next it will be the IRS!  I just pray that the DMV doesn’t take forever getting everything removed from my record...and that my new job will be patient with me as I cut it really close to my start date. 

Otherwise, I am feeling a bit better!  I am still in a strange place in life, but I am looking forward to the future...I just hope that I am in a better place soon because I feel like I am hurting the people that I care about in my present state of being!  And I don’t mean to....ah me...

It was a beautiful Easter Sunday though!

Grrr......I am having some bad luck with the computer these days!!  I am making a second attempt at this blog since the first attempt froze on me!!  *sigh*

So I have been in this bizarre state of depression for the last six months or so, a feeling to which I am not accustomed to.  And not one that I care for at all!  But somehow I don't seem to be able to get a grasp on my emotional state.  I am sure a large part of it has to do with my finances which are a bit of a disaster right now!  I have been struggling ridiculously since November, and have come to the conclusion that it is time for yet another change.   I have been self employed for several years now and have come to the conclusion that I am the worst boss that I have ever had!!!!  And so, I am firing myself....yep.

And so, I got a new job a few days ago!!  I don't start until March 31, but it should be a refreshing change...I am digressing back into the always exciting world of hospitality!!  It will be so refreshing to be forced into 40 hours a week of hard manual labor under the strong hand of the corporate world!!  I will still train my current clients in the mornings (Relax Elisa!!  Breathe into the paper bag..I'm not going anywhere!!) but the financial stability will be a welcome change...And the benefits are awesome!!  Even my animals have medical coverage...

Oh right!!  The job...I will be working at the Hotel Palomar in Westwood (a hotel owned by the Kimpton Hotel Group) as a bellman/valet.  Yes, I am going pack to parking cars and lugging bags!!  And I can't wait...It is a much needed change, and should fill those empty bored hours that I have been wasting daily for the last few years!!  And yes...the benefits or definitely a plus.

And so I continue to follow the 3 year pattern that I so often seem to fall into!!  Next Saturday will be my third re-birthday (for those who are unaware of what that means, it is the day that I walked away from the adult industry and rededicated my life to Christ!).   Don't get me wrong, I am far from perfect, but I am trying! I continue to pick myself up daily and thank God for his Grace and Mercy....I just pray that someday I will be the woman that God desires me to be!! *sigh*  Yet somehow I continue to struggle on a regular basis...

And so, I am hoping that these changes are going to take my life in the right direction!!  I look forward to meeting new people, seeing new things and enjoying some long work hours!!  I hope to have as few free hours as possible....And oh, paid vacations eventually!!! 

The next thing I need to change is my relationships....Perhaps when I am happy on a personal level again, then maybe I can find happiness with some else again as well...But one thing at a time!!  Who am I to rush God??  Every time I try I only end up making a mess of things...

But I do thank God for the most incredible and supportive family a girl could ever dream of being blessed with and some of the greatest friends that make me feel unworthy of their loyalty and unconditional friendship...

I could not be more blessed. 

Ok...I've never felt quite this way....I can't sleep at night, can't wake up in the morning, don't want to eat (and yet I am reheating leftover pancakes at 1:30am and washing them down with a glass of Pinot Grigio), don't want a work but am dying financially, don't want love though it is feely offered, don't want Christian love and support because it is too positive and obviously right and needed, and whatever else you can think that would fit into that mixing pot of ugh....

I don't like it....and people are taking it personally.  Do they really think I would choose to feel this way on purpose???  And do they really feel like I feel better than they do right now?? *sigh*....

Its not that I don't want to work...I just don't want to do what I am doing.  I mean, I love training people..and sometimes I love doing massage.  But more often I don't love it and I crave a job where I am an inconspicuous fly on the wall.  So, I have an interview tomorrow at a 4 star boutique Hotel opening in Westwood/Beverly Hills for the bellstand position.  Yeah...I know, right?  Going backwards??  Who cares.  I am not happy, and I need to make a big change and have some financial/schedule consistancy, and preferably some nice medical/dental benafits.  Yes, my gums are bleeding and my left lung hurts...grrrr.

I missed Bible Study tonight...I didn't go because I couldn't bear to hear the happy supportive words of the amazing Christian women from my church!  How sad, because it was probably just what I needed to feel better...

My Faith is strong and unwaivering, but my desire to dive into the word and pray is hard to come by.  I don't know what I am dealing with or why, but I pray that God will shine a light at the end of the tunnel soon...maybe send me a sign that my suffering serves a greater purpose. 

Hey Cheryl??  Any words of advice??

I seriously emailed military.com and asked for info on every branch of the military reserves!!  *smile*.....seriously!! What, you think 31 is too old???  says who??....free room and board/benifits/retirement plans!!!   Well, tomorrow I have my job interview.  Hopefully it goes well.  I am not good at being self employed unless I have someone to be accountable to.  I need to be bossed around and told exactly what to do, and then I am willing to work  as long and hard as required!!  I wonder why that is............

*sigh*....I can't even organize my thoughts.  I am just rambling somewhat incoherently and not really articulating what is really running through my mind....

Time to take some Melatonin and try to sleep...it is 2:04am and once again the insomnia wins...

I Love you Lord above all else, regardless of the trials and tribulations that I face. And I will gladly suffer whatever needed to shape me into the person that you desire me to be.  Forgive me if I come across as weak....I am just tired and beat down.  But I will never doubt your faithfulness...

Goodnight....

I am really trying...REALLY!!!!  But I am having such a hard time loving my neighbor....His room is right above my apartment.  He complains about everything. Seriously!!  My dog barks at 10am, I get text messages saying my dog has a week to live.  Either get rid of the dog or move.  This coming from someone who hasn't worked or paid rent in 2 years!!!  He broke his foot 2 years ago in a motorcycle accident and has been waiting for his lawsuit to settle (assuming it ever will)...In the meantime, he has been living for free off his very good friend aka my landlord.  He has recently been granted social security at the age of 40 due to his disability. 

And so, assuming himself to be a total cripple since he walks with a limp, he feels the need to park in a specific spot in front of the house.  Mind you, there are 3 or 4 spots all within the same walking distance of the front door, but unbeknownst to me at that time, he had a specific favorite.  I apparently took that specific spot one day, though there were 3 other spots available.  When I came back out, my car had been toiletpapered.....No, seriously!  By a 40 year old crippled brat!!  For taking his spot!!  And he had the audacity to come down to my apartment and cuss my out and warn me from parking there in the future "or else"!!  Or else what?? Shaving cream??? grrrrr......

And so today I had a couple come by and test drive my truck. Not realizing that they were parked in the sacred spot, I left in the truck with the guy while his girlfriend stayed behind in the car.  We were almost back to the house when we got a call from the girlfriend saying that some crazy guy cussed her out and had called the cops because she was parked in his spot and had supposedly told the cops that she was casing the nieghborhood and that he suspected her of drug dealing...seriously now.  Of course he hadn't called the cops, but the fact that he actually threatened total strangers just because he knew that they were there on account of me angered me to no end!!  And he had the nerve to text me "That includes your guests. its not that hard".

Am I crazy???  Would this situation not irritate that average person, or am I just overly sensitive.....I think he is just bitter and miserable and hates his life so much that he has to lash out at someone, but why me???

Grrr.....I feel like I am writing to ":Dear Abby"

Help God!  This one is beyond me!!  My only comfort is the fact that he may be moving to Washington State in a few weeks....