Rule #8 Just because it fits, doesn't mean it looks good. Doesn't mean you should wear it.
Lotsa chunkies in tube tops, this weekend. Heavy people don't offend me in the slightest. Tube tops, however, should all be rounded up, then rocketed into the center of the sun.
5.23.2004
5.20.2004
Rules
I always say "Rule Number One: Don't be a dick." As a joke. Over the years, it's sort of evolved. Like, Rule Number Two is "It doesn't matter what you do, it matters how you look while you're doing it"
#3 Don't believe everything you read, see on TV, or what people tell you. You'd think that's common sense, but, suprising what people take as "truth" based merely upon hearsay.
#4 There is no such thing as "common sense" It should be called "uncommon sense" because so few people exhibit it.
#5 If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
#6 Jealousy is a wasted emotion.
There's a few more, but I can't think of them right now. Just stuff I've come to apply to the everyday.
#3 Don't believe everything you read, see on TV, or what people tell you. You'd think that's common sense, but, suprising what people take as "truth" based merely upon hearsay.
#4 There is no such thing as "common sense" It should be called "uncommon sense" because so few people exhibit it.
#5 If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
#6 Jealousy is a wasted emotion.
There's a few more, but I can't think of them right now. Just stuff I've come to apply to the everyday.
Stoled from that loon GE
Take the quiz: "Which American City Are You?"
Boston
You are under-world power and old-world tradition. You get the job done and it's better if nobody asks how.
Haha, excellent.
Boston
You are under-world power and old-world tradition. You get the job done and it's better if nobody asks how.
Haha, excellent.
5.19.2004
Gremlins?
This is *really* starting to piss me off. REALLY.
Money is just dissapering out of our house. A few nights ago, I emptied my pockets, before bed, and left two 20's, a 10, and a wad of singles, in my normal spot.
Got up the next morning, and there was one 20, the 10, and the singles. Somehow, in the 6 or so hours I was sleeping, a 20 dollar bill went *poof*. I originally thought the mister grabbed it on his way out the door, because he found himself short on cash, no biggie, we do that sort of thing all the time. He didn't. It just dissapeared.
Tonight, the mister used a $100 to pay for dinner. He got the change, and pocketed it, as we were walking out of the resturaunt. Didn't think anything of it, till just now. He wanted to give me the remainder, over 75 bucks (we ate cheap tonight), for various upcoming expenses. Went in his pocket, and it was gone. "Did I give you that change yet?", me, "Noope" No seriously, we shook this house upside down. It's NOWHERE. He's hopped in the car and is heading toward the place, now, to check the parking lot. We left there around closing, there's a chance it could still be there.
He also, recently had $85 in cash stolen out of his truck. He generally keeps about $100 of petty cash in this box in his truck. He was only out of eyeshot of it for about 15 minutes, while on a job. Interestingly enough, an irate ex employee (who knows exactly what he keeps, and where he keeps it) was spotted in that neighborhood, around that timeframe.
Someone is committing mail fraud, with our other address, the one we're not living at yet. Since the business always used that addy (and is housed on that property, literally) we've always had business checks sent there. Well, in the past 2 months, they've been disappearing. About $300-400 worth. Customers send them out, and they never arrive. Reliable, longtime customers. We've been getting all manner of mail for various people (most of them somehow related to the inlaws...) Those checks went somewhere. They haven't been cashed, because I'm guessing the person that has them is too dumb to figure out how.
We're not wealthy people. This hurts. A lot. Add all that up, and we're looking at more than a week's pay.
Money is just dissapering out of our house. A few nights ago, I emptied my pockets, before bed, and left two 20's, a 10, and a wad of singles, in my normal spot.
Got up the next morning, and there was one 20, the 10, and the singles. Somehow, in the 6 or so hours I was sleeping, a 20 dollar bill went *poof*. I originally thought the mister grabbed it on his way out the door, because he found himself short on cash, no biggie, we do that sort of thing all the time. He didn't. It just dissapeared.
Tonight, the mister used a $100 to pay for dinner. He got the change, and pocketed it, as we were walking out of the resturaunt. Didn't think anything of it, till just now. He wanted to give me the remainder, over 75 bucks (we ate cheap tonight), for various upcoming expenses. Went in his pocket, and it was gone. "Did I give you that change yet?", me, "Noope" No seriously, we shook this house upside down. It's NOWHERE. He's hopped in the car and is heading toward the place, now, to check the parking lot. We left there around closing, there's a chance it could still be there.
He also, recently had $85 in cash stolen out of his truck. He generally keeps about $100 of petty cash in this box in his truck. He was only out of eyeshot of it for about 15 minutes, while on a job. Interestingly enough, an irate ex employee (who knows exactly what he keeps, and where he keeps it) was spotted in that neighborhood, around that timeframe.
Someone is committing mail fraud, with our other address, the one we're not living at yet. Since the business always used that addy (and is housed on that property, literally) we've always had business checks sent there. Well, in the past 2 months, they've been disappearing. About $300-400 worth. Customers send them out, and they never arrive. Reliable, longtime customers. We've been getting all manner of mail for various people (most of them somehow related to the inlaws...) Those checks went somewhere. They haven't been cashed, because I'm guessing the person that has them is too dumb to figure out how.
We're not wealthy people. This hurts. A lot. Add all that up, and we're looking at more than a week's pay.
House Delivery
My stepsister's house was delivered today :D It's a long time coming, they've been living in this teensy house for years. Decided to buy some land, and build a modular home. All sorts of problems and two years later (sound familiar? Yeah, we're "racing" haha, to get into our houses) they delivered it today. She invited the whole family, it was a cool event. It was supposed to come at 7, and it got as far as the corner, but the road was so tight, they couldn't swing the trailers, with two modules each. They had to find a guy with an articulator, and have him back the trailers around the corner. The old Russian woman on the corner was the real problem, they asked her nicely if they could roll back a section of her chainlink, and move one tiny tree (it wasn't landscaped or anything), and she freaked out and refused. They offered her $1,000.00 for any potential damages. She wouldn't hear of it. So, then they had to find the articulator guy.
Alden and I showed up while they were waiting on the guy. The whole family showed up to watch, pretty much. My folks, Tom's (her husband) parents, my stepbrother Lou, who I haven't seen in 8 years, and his girlfriend. They swung this boom crane, and lifted each quarter-section of the house, and placed it on the foundation, like huuge legos. It was enormously cool. There's me, ooogling and ooing and ahhing like a big 5 year old, heh. Good sized place, too. It'll be great when it's finally done.
Lou, he's an interesting story, that one. He hates my mother, his stepmom. I don't know why, though. I mean, sure she's a force of nature, and sort of a basket case, but he never had to live with her. She and Earl (his dad, my stepdad) have bailed his ass out of so much shit, it's amazing. Their house was being foreclosed, my folks took over the mortgage. His car was being repoed, my mom paid it off. He owed 2 grand to a shark...my mom "loaned" it to him (hah, she never saw a penny of that). She got the money out of him for the car, though, because she had to strongarm half of it from him, and half from his psycho ex wife. Y'see, he had a little coke problem, she threatened to turn him in, if he didn't come up with at least the 3500 to pay for half the car. She got the rest by going to his psycho ex wife's family, and shaming it out of her.
Anyhoo, allll water under the bridge. Last time my mother saw the guy, was 5 years ago, when he came knocking on her door looking for a loan (again) this time for 700. He said "I'll pay you back tomorrow, I just need this TONIGHT, I'll come back here, and you can have my whole paycheck" . "Good thing" my mom replied, "because tomorrow your father is going in the hospital for chemo, you can stop in and see him, he'd love to see you" (Earl has cancer). She doesn't expect the money back, she never really did. She just wanted him to stop being a fuckup, and make nice with his dad.
That was the last they saw of him, entirely. Till today. He laid low for about 3 years, we thought he'd totally dissappeared. He started getting back in touch with Debbie, slowly, and they sorta got back close again. That's cool. Apparently he's all shaped up now. Whatever. No one wanted to see the bum, anyway, we were just sorta glad to hear he didn't turn up in a gutter somewhere. But, today, we hung out. He's got a longterm girlfriend, of about 6 years, two INCREDIBLE kids, I mean seriously, nicest kids I've been around. His daughter Sammy is about a month younger than Alden, and his son is a year old. Happiest, best mannered kids. His girl is so cool, she was a preschool teacher, now a stay-at-home mom, has her shit totally together. I kept thinking, NO WAY this is Lou's girl, haha, what DOES she see in him? Alden and Sammy played so well together, it was amazing. She has a lot of the same ideas about parenting that I do. It's totally refreshing to see someone as into teaching respect and courtesy as I am. Lou makes a great dad, who woulda thunkit.
Heh. He's a good guy, though, ran into some problems with drugs, fucked up, hit rock bottom, and now he's got his life on track. I'm totally happy for him. We've made amends, between us. His problem with our folks is his own thing, has nothing to do with me. He's mostly alright to me, we were close, there for awhile, before he started the drug shit. (His psycho ex, however is a whoooole nother story. The big bitch. 6'2 320 lbs. Yes. You think I'm kidding, right? I'm not. She used to kick the shit out of me REGULARLY, for no reason, but to show that she could, the big bully bitch, and I don't mean a little roughhousing. I mean like throwing me into walls. She was a skank too. Big smelly bully bitch.)
I don't get, though, the animosity toward my mother. He should be groveling, and thanking the gods that she bailed him out so many times, I know I would be. I seriously don't get it. Debbie and I are close, Debbie and my mom are close. Lou, he can't stand her (and I think he hated me for awhile, too). The guy visibly winced when he saw their car coming down the road, and Chris nudged him and said "be pleasant". I don't think knew I caught that.
The race is still on, heh, her house got delivered today, so she's 2 months away from moving in, approx. My cabinets are shipping June 1, I'm about a month away from moving in. We made a pact, the first one in the house gives the losers $50 as a sympathy fee, haha. Nice little housewarming thing. Interesting day, all around. Fun, something totally different.
Alden and I showed up while they were waiting on the guy. The whole family showed up to watch, pretty much. My folks, Tom's (her husband) parents, my stepbrother Lou, who I haven't seen in 8 years, and his girlfriend. They swung this boom crane, and lifted each quarter-section of the house, and placed it on the foundation, like huuge legos. It was enormously cool. There's me, ooogling and ooing and ahhing like a big 5 year old, heh. Good sized place, too. It'll be great when it's finally done.
Lou, he's an interesting story, that one. He hates my mother, his stepmom. I don't know why, though. I mean, sure she's a force of nature, and sort of a basket case, but he never had to live with her. She and Earl (his dad, my stepdad) have bailed his ass out of so much shit, it's amazing. Their house was being foreclosed, my folks took over the mortgage. His car was being repoed, my mom paid it off. He owed 2 grand to a shark...my mom "loaned" it to him (hah, she never saw a penny of that). She got the money out of him for the car, though, because she had to strongarm half of it from him, and half from his psycho ex wife. Y'see, he had a little coke problem, she threatened to turn him in, if he didn't come up with at least the 3500 to pay for half the car. She got the rest by going to his psycho ex wife's family, and shaming it out of her.
Anyhoo, allll water under the bridge. Last time my mother saw the guy, was 5 years ago, when he came knocking on her door looking for a loan (again) this time for 700. He said "I'll pay you back tomorrow, I just need this TONIGHT, I'll come back here, and you can have my whole paycheck" . "Good thing" my mom replied, "because tomorrow your father is going in the hospital for chemo, you can stop in and see him, he'd love to see you" (Earl has cancer). She doesn't expect the money back, she never really did. She just wanted him to stop being a fuckup, and make nice with his dad.
That was the last they saw of him, entirely. Till today. He laid low for about 3 years, we thought he'd totally dissappeared. He started getting back in touch with Debbie, slowly, and they sorta got back close again. That's cool. Apparently he's all shaped up now. Whatever. No one wanted to see the bum, anyway, we were just sorta glad to hear he didn't turn up in a gutter somewhere. But, today, we hung out. He's got a longterm girlfriend, of about 6 years, two INCREDIBLE kids, I mean seriously, nicest kids I've been around. His daughter Sammy is about a month younger than Alden, and his son is a year old. Happiest, best mannered kids. His girl is so cool, she was a preschool teacher, now a stay-at-home mom, has her shit totally together. I kept thinking, NO WAY this is Lou's girl, haha, what DOES she see in him? Alden and Sammy played so well together, it was amazing. She has a lot of the same ideas about parenting that I do. It's totally refreshing to see someone as into teaching respect and courtesy as I am. Lou makes a great dad, who woulda thunkit.
Heh. He's a good guy, though, ran into some problems with drugs, fucked up, hit rock bottom, and now he's got his life on track. I'm totally happy for him. We've made amends, between us. His problem with our folks is his own thing, has nothing to do with me. He's mostly alright to me, we were close, there for awhile, before he started the drug shit. (His psycho ex, however is a whoooole nother story. The big bitch. 6'2 320 lbs. Yes. You think I'm kidding, right? I'm not. She used to kick the shit out of me REGULARLY, for no reason, but to show that she could, the big bully bitch, and I don't mean a little roughhousing. I mean like throwing me into walls. She was a skank too. Big smelly bully bitch.)
I don't get, though, the animosity toward my mother. He should be groveling, and thanking the gods that she bailed him out so many times, I know I would be. I seriously don't get it. Debbie and I are close, Debbie and my mom are close. Lou, he can't stand her (and I think he hated me for awhile, too). The guy visibly winced when he saw their car coming down the road, and Chris nudged him and said "be pleasant". I don't think knew I caught that.
The race is still on, heh, her house got delivered today, so she's 2 months away from moving in, approx. My cabinets are shipping June 1, I'm about a month away from moving in. We made a pact, the first one in the house gives the losers $50 as a sympathy fee, haha. Nice little housewarming thing. Interesting day, all around. Fun, something totally different.
5.18.2004
$1,342.00
I just ordered the new computer :D
Case ( Nzxt Guardian ATX Mid-Tower Case w/420W Power Supply Black )
Power Supply ( Standard Case Power Supply )
Processor ( AMD® Athlon XP 2500+ QuantiSpeed CPU [512K L2 Cache] )
Processor Cooling ( Certified CPU Fan and Heatsink )
Motherboard ( Asus A7N8X-X w/Audio, LAN, USB 2.0 8x AGP Motherboard )
Memory ( 1024 MB Dual Channel [512MB X2] DDR-400 PC3200 Memory Module Major Brand )
Video Card ( ATI Radeon 9600-XT 256MB w/DVI + TV Out 8x AGP Video )
Hard Drive ( 120 GB HARD DRIVES 120 GB 7200 RPM Ultra ATA-100 Hard Drive )
CD/DVD Drive ( 16x DVD-ROM Drive Black )
CD-RW/DVD-RW Drive ( 52x32x52 CD-RW Drive Black )
Sound Card ( Creative Lab Sound Blaster Live Value 5.1 )
Speaker System ( [Black] Logitech Z-640 5.1 Surround Speakers + Subwoofer )
Network Card ( 10/100 Network Onboard )
Monitor ( CRT Monitor ViewSonic 19" E90F+SB Perfect Flat + UltraBrite .21H DPI Color
Monitor [Silver/Black 2-Tone] )
Keyboard ( Combo: Logitech Black Desktop Internet Keyboard + Optical Mouse Black )
Additional Software ( Norton 2004 Anti-Virus )
Additional Software ( MS Works Suite 2004 [Word, Works, Money, Encarta, Photo, Streets & Trips] )
Case Lighting ( Sound Actived Neon Light Green )
Operation System ( MS Windows XP Home Edition )
Warranty ( Warranty Service Standard Warranty + 1-Year i-Care Deluxe On-site Service + 24/7 Phone Support )
Rush Service ( Rush Service Fee (not shipping fee) No Rush, Ship Out in 5~10 Business Days )
Woohoo!
Case ( Nzxt Guardian ATX Mid-Tower Case w/420W Power Supply Black )
Power Supply ( Standard Case Power Supply )
Processor ( AMD® Athlon XP 2500+ QuantiSpeed CPU [512K L2 Cache] )
Processor Cooling ( Certified CPU Fan and Heatsink )
Motherboard ( Asus A7N8X-X w/Audio, LAN, USB 2.0 8x AGP Motherboard )
Memory ( 1024 MB Dual Channel [512MB X2] DDR-400 PC3200 Memory Module Major Brand )
Video Card ( ATI Radeon 9600-XT 256MB w/DVI + TV Out 8x AGP Video )
Hard Drive ( 120 GB HARD DRIVES 120 GB 7200 RPM Ultra ATA-100 Hard Drive )
CD/DVD Drive ( 16x DVD-ROM Drive Black )
CD-RW/DVD-RW Drive ( 52x32x52 CD-RW Drive Black )
Sound Card ( Creative Lab Sound Blaster Live Value 5.1 )
Speaker System ( [Black] Logitech Z-640 5.1 Surround Speakers + Subwoofer )
Network Card ( 10/100 Network Onboard )
Monitor ( CRT Monitor ViewSonic 19" E90F+SB Perfect Flat + UltraBrite .21H DPI Color
Monitor [Silver/Black 2-Tone] )
Keyboard ( Combo: Logitech Black Desktop Internet Keyboard + Optical Mouse Black )
Additional Software ( Norton 2004 Anti-Virus )
Additional Software ( MS Works Suite 2004 [Word, Works, Money, Encarta, Photo, Streets & Trips] )
Case Lighting ( Sound Actived Neon Light Green )
Operation System ( MS Windows XP Home Edition )
Warranty ( Warranty Service Standard Warranty + 1-Year i-Care Deluxe On-site Service + 24/7 Phone Support )
Rush Service ( Rush Service Fee (not shipping fee) No Rush, Ship Out in 5~10 Business Days )
Woohoo!
See what happens when I fuck around for a week?!
I got a seatbelt ticket, it's due TODAY! Wee! I have to sign something for the insurance company, and deliver it TODAY! Wee! I have about 50 checks to take to the bank TODAY! Wee! Three loads of laundry to take to the laundromat, to dry TODAY! Wee! (well, it's not my fault that it's been raining every single night, and we're behind on laundry. Gods what I wouldn't do for a dryer right now)
The upside is, the tax refund came in! WEEEEE!!!! I'm going today, to check out new computers :D
The upside is, the tax refund came in! WEEEEE!!!! I'm going today, to check out new computers :D
5.16.2004
Party From HELL
The party that I slaved cooking for on Friday, was today.
What a fucking nightmare.
I hate going to parties, for starters. I love having them, hate going to them.
Here's some tips from a professional caterer:
1) Know exactly how many people you invited, know for sure how many will show up, and plan accordingly. Try not to err on the side of "too much" when dealing with food, favors, etc. Causes waste, and is more work for you. People won't eat as much as you think they will. She invited 110, expected 80, roughly 40 showed up. She had enough everythings for 150 people. She had a lot of everything left over.
2) While we're on food, KEEP IT SIMPLE. Make a few workhorses that everyone likes. If you know everyone likes chicken, make chicken and a few accompanying sides. Don't make 3 kinds chicken, beef, lasagna, barbecued ribs, kielbasa and sauerkraut, a six foot sub, cold cut platter, sausage and peppers, meatballs, rice, fried potatoes, roasted potatoes, canned corn (?!), grilled vegetables, ziti, 5 kinds of cold salads, etc etc etc...(you think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. I think I even left stuff out) NO ONE WILL EAT ANY OF IT. It's like a law, or something, the more crap you present to people, the less they'll eat. And the food...there was an assload of it, but it all SUCKED. Well, the stuff I made was tasty, but I still wouldn't serve it at a party. The more shit you have, the more shit you gotta clean up, and pack away. It's all very simple.
3) BUY MORE THAN ONE BAG OF ICE Leaping Christ, it is 90 degrees out. The soda was 90 degrees, too. Furthermore, have some water or something handy, because not all of us even drink that shit. I'd rather do shots of kerosine than drink warm soda.
4) If you have alcohol, have alcohol. If you want it to be dry, don't fucking have alcohol. Don't tell some people to BYOB, then wonder why there's 6 guys, wasted, in the corner, and why they're not sharing their case of beer.
5) Sunday Afternoon parties suck, as a general rule. What kind of real partying can you do Sunday, at noon. Hell, I'm recovering from Saturday night's debauchery, at that point.
6) Some people like dancing, some don't. DO NOT be pushy about it. She kept trying to drag me out of my seat, and dance.
A) I don't dance to shit music
B)No public dancing when I'm sober
C)WTF, I still had a mild hangover from the night before, AND my stomach was doing a little dancing of it's own, due to the shit food. *grumble*
7) Don't think that just because you got there, and the food's out, that you're home free. Parties need to be planned. They don't just unfold (especially when 70% of the guests hate each other, and no one talks). Schedule. Assign people tasks. Have a schedule of events, i.e Party starts at noon, food comes out at 12:30, food gets cleared away at 2:30, presents get opened at 3, cake and deserts come out at 3:30 party breaks up by 4. Simple, right? and CRUCIAL. They didn't bring the cake out, till the DJ reminded them. They didn't have her open presents, they didn't even CUT the cake. They brought it out, people sang, and she wisked it away to the buffet, and plunked it on the table, only to continue dancing. People were sitting around, waiting for cake, like "WTF" Some other random guest, not even family, took the initiative, and started slicing it up and passing it out.
8) A 75 year old woman doesn't really need a rented hall, a young hip DJ (I'll give them credit, the DJ was excellent), a buffet like spread, and a FOUR FUCKING HOUR party. You could tell. She was tired 45 minutes into it. Fuck, I was tired 45 minutes into it. But then, it was my own personal hell... Examine your motives, when throwing a bash. Is it really for the person you're planning it for? Or is it really for you...
9) Four hours is too long. Way too long. (unless it's a GREAT party, I've seen some last 10 hours, and be great) Don't freak out and cry when people dissapear 2 hours into it.
Ugh. I think I'm done.
This cloud has one silver lining, however. I looked fucking GREAT. Yes I did. I wore a short skirt for the first time in about 7 years, and high (HIGH) spike heels. Black pinstripey gangster lookin skirt, black wraparound style top, and these sandals that were one black strip of leather across the top, with a chain over it and a dog-style chain around the ankle. They were so hawt, I kept looking down at my feet, thinking "damn, are those my feet? Those are some hawt feet right there!" Felt good. I'm going to bare some leg more often, I think. Start wearing some sexy shoes, sometimes.
The other silver lining, is that this one was SOOO bad, now I'm in the mood for a good one, and the wheels are turning. I see another Legendary Barbecue in my not too distant future. (I have to pat my back here, my parties are legendary. I'm talking hot tubs, peeing in the neighbor's convertable, midget porn, cops being called, legendary) This time I WILL invite the neighbors.
What a fucking nightmare.
I hate going to parties, for starters. I love having them, hate going to them.
Here's some tips from a professional caterer:
1) Know exactly how many people you invited, know for sure how many will show up, and plan accordingly. Try not to err on the side of "too much" when dealing with food, favors, etc. Causes waste, and is more work for you. People won't eat as much as you think they will. She invited 110, expected 80, roughly 40 showed up. She had enough everythings for 150 people. She had a lot of everything left over.
2) While we're on food, KEEP IT SIMPLE. Make a few workhorses that everyone likes. If you know everyone likes chicken, make chicken and a few accompanying sides. Don't make 3 kinds chicken, beef, lasagna, barbecued ribs, kielbasa and sauerkraut, a six foot sub, cold cut platter, sausage and peppers, meatballs, rice, fried potatoes, roasted potatoes, canned corn (?!), grilled vegetables, ziti, 5 kinds of cold salads, etc etc etc...(you think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. I think I even left stuff out) NO ONE WILL EAT ANY OF IT. It's like a law, or something, the more crap you present to people, the less they'll eat. And the food...there was an assload of it, but it all SUCKED. Well, the stuff I made was tasty, but I still wouldn't serve it at a party. The more shit you have, the more shit you gotta clean up, and pack away. It's all very simple.
3) BUY MORE THAN ONE BAG OF ICE Leaping Christ, it is 90 degrees out. The soda was 90 degrees, too. Furthermore, have some water or something handy, because not all of us even drink that shit. I'd rather do shots of kerosine than drink warm soda.
4) If you have alcohol, have alcohol. If you want it to be dry, don't fucking have alcohol. Don't tell some people to BYOB, then wonder why there's 6 guys, wasted, in the corner, and why they're not sharing their case of beer.
5) Sunday Afternoon parties suck, as a general rule. What kind of real partying can you do Sunday, at noon. Hell, I'm recovering from Saturday night's debauchery, at that point.
6) Some people like dancing, some don't. DO NOT be pushy about it. She kept trying to drag me out of my seat, and dance.
A) I don't dance to shit music
B)No public dancing when I'm sober
C)WTF, I still had a mild hangover from the night before, AND my stomach was doing a little dancing of it's own, due to the shit food. *grumble*
7) Don't think that just because you got there, and the food's out, that you're home free. Parties need to be planned. They don't just unfold (especially when 70% of the guests hate each other, and no one talks). Schedule. Assign people tasks. Have a schedule of events, i.e Party starts at noon, food comes out at 12:30, food gets cleared away at 2:30, presents get opened at 3, cake and deserts come out at 3:30 party breaks up by 4. Simple, right? and CRUCIAL. They didn't bring the cake out, till the DJ reminded them. They didn't have her open presents, they didn't even CUT the cake. They brought it out, people sang, and she wisked it away to the buffet, and plunked it on the table, only to continue dancing. People were sitting around, waiting for cake, like "WTF" Some other random guest, not even family, took the initiative, and started slicing it up and passing it out.
8) A 75 year old woman doesn't really need a rented hall, a young hip DJ (I'll give them credit, the DJ was excellent), a buffet like spread, and a FOUR FUCKING HOUR party. You could tell. She was tired 45 minutes into it. Fuck, I was tired 45 minutes into it. But then, it was my own personal hell... Examine your motives, when throwing a bash. Is it really for the person you're planning it for? Or is it really for you...
9) Four hours is too long. Way too long. (unless it's a GREAT party, I've seen some last 10 hours, and be great) Don't freak out and cry when people dissapear 2 hours into it.
Ugh. I think I'm done.
This cloud has one silver lining, however. I looked fucking GREAT. Yes I did. I wore a short skirt for the first time in about 7 years, and high (HIGH) spike heels. Black pinstripey gangster lookin skirt, black wraparound style top, and these sandals that were one black strip of leather across the top, with a chain over it and a dog-style chain around the ankle. They were so hawt, I kept looking down at my feet, thinking "damn, are those my feet? Those are some hawt feet right there!" Felt good. I'm going to bare some leg more often, I think. Start wearing some sexy shoes, sometimes.
The other silver lining, is that this one was SOOO bad, now I'm in the mood for a good one, and the wheels are turning. I see another Legendary Barbecue in my not too distant future. (I have to pat my back here, my parties are legendary. I'm talking hot tubs, peeing in the neighbor's convertable, midget porn, cops being called, legendary) This time I WILL invite the neighbors.
5.15.2004
Wow
I wish it wasn't the wee hours of the morning, on Guam, right now. I'd call my dad.
This made me cry.
My father was a corpsman, he served in Viet Nam. He retired out of the Navy, when he moved to Guam in the 80's. I would always ask him what his job was like, and he'd tell me all the menial stuff, that he did when he wasn't deployed, like oversee the medical records, at Naval Hospital, or work in the supply room, or whatever. I never knew what he *really* did. I never knew why he, a Navy guy, was always stationed on Marine bases. Once, someone asked me where I lived, when we were in North Carolina, and I said Camp LeJune. They said "but that's Marines". I was like *shrug* my dad's Navy, I dunno. Why he refuses to watch war movies, or hang out in crowds. Why he won't go to fireworks displays. Why he got so fucking offended that time I told him I saw a splatter picture of a bus accident victim, and I referred to it offhand as "Vietnam nasty"
From a very early age, he taught me to respect the human body, and learn everything about it. I knew what acetaminophen was, before I knew what Tylenol was. Where my maxilla, mandible, tibia, fibula, patella, all that. I remember so much of all the random medical jargon he taught me. He really REALLY had his heart set on me being a doctor. But, I honestly STILL didn't really know what he did.
I took a class, in college, that focused, in part, on the Vietnam war. We spoke to a number of Vets, and the would relate stories, funny, grizzly, awe inspiring. Even, a corpsman came to talk to us, some of his tales were particularly moving. It didn't exactly sink in that this guy, and my dad, had the same job.
I asked my mom about it once. She said "Oh, your dad was a big hippie. He joined the Navy, to get out of the draft, so he could have some cushy job." I always suspected that she was full of shit (she hates the guy). Reading that, pretty much confirmed it. He's always been anti-war, but he's not the person my mom makes him out to be. I know that already, but this hit home.
I just want to thank Mike for giving me a very good perspective. I've gained a new, deeper respect for my father, the military, and medical personel in general (moreso than I already had). That letter, in that link really registered. Thank you.
This made me cry.
My father was a corpsman, he served in Viet Nam. He retired out of the Navy, when he moved to Guam in the 80's. I would always ask him what his job was like, and he'd tell me all the menial stuff, that he did when he wasn't deployed, like oversee the medical records, at Naval Hospital, or work in the supply room, or whatever. I never knew what he *really* did. I never knew why he, a Navy guy, was always stationed on Marine bases. Once, someone asked me where I lived, when we were in North Carolina, and I said Camp LeJune. They said "but that's Marines". I was like *shrug* my dad's Navy, I dunno. Why he refuses to watch war movies, or hang out in crowds. Why he won't go to fireworks displays. Why he got so fucking offended that time I told him I saw a splatter picture of a bus accident victim, and I referred to it offhand as "Vietnam nasty"
From a very early age, he taught me to respect the human body, and learn everything about it. I knew what acetaminophen was, before I knew what Tylenol was. Where my maxilla, mandible, tibia, fibula, patella, all that. I remember so much of all the random medical jargon he taught me. He really REALLY had his heart set on me being a doctor. But, I honestly STILL didn't really know what he did.
I took a class, in college, that focused, in part, on the Vietnam war. We spoke to a number of Vets, and the would relate stories, funny, grizzly, awe inspiring. Even, a corpsman came to talk to us, some of his tales were particularly moving. It didn't exactly sink in that this guy, and my dad, had the same job.
I asked my mom about it once. She said "Oh, your dad was a big hippie. He joined the Navy, to get out of the draft, so he could have some cushy job." I always suspected that she was full of shit (she hates the guy). Reading that, pretty much confirmed it. He's always been anti-war, but he's not the person my mom makes him out to be. I know that already, but this hit home.
I just want to thank Mike for giving me a very good perspective. I've gained a new, deeper respect for my father, the military, and medical personel in general (moreso than I already had). That letter, in that link really registered. Thank you.
5.14.2004
:D
Saw The Harriet this morning, as usual. She came clip-clopping across the parking lot, on her teeny high heels, with her arms outstretched. "I'M SORRRRRRY!!! I'm sorry I just looked at a calendar today! I didn't even KNOW yesterday was the 13th! Happy Birthday, omg!"
I smiled. Nooooooo biggie. But, she's firmed her status, with me.
More news on the JW's: Betty called again today, but only to say how totally ill she is, and she couldn't possibly make it this coming week.
:D
I am in the best mood, ever.
I smiled. Nooooooo biggie. But, she's firmed her status, with me.
More news on the JW's: Betty called again today, but only to say how totally ill she is, and she couldn't possibly make it this coming week.
:D
I am in the best mood, ever.
Self Absorbed
She called me about 8 times yesterday. I saw her in the morning, when we dropped the kids off at school. I stood there for 15 minutes while she regaled me with her woes, her stresses, how busy she is, how she really needs my help to get these dishes together for this party.
She called me at 11 a.m. grilling me about this and that, and confiding that she's afraid she can't see her "love" this afternoon, between tanning, and cooking for the party, there's just not enough hours in the day. (read: her "love" isn't her husband, but we knew that already).
She called me at 3 on the dot, just as I was picking my son up from school, and discussing with his teacher how much fun they had on the class trip. She interrupted me. I joked to the mister later, that the only reason I picked up the phone, was because I thought she'd realized that today was my birthday, and she'd be terribly embarassed, for not having mentioned it. No. She answers with this
"Ok, I have a stuuuuupid question" (since when aren't they?) "Stop and Shop doesn't have those little eggplants you were talking about, what do I do!?"
"---I can't---ear---y---bre--ing--up-call----*fake static*--later *click*"
It was hysterical. My husband thought it odd, as I normally get perfect reception, in the schoolyard...
She calls at 6. "Did you get those trays I wanted?"
Me, slightly bemused, "Nope."
"BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO YOUR MOM'S HOUSE TODAY!? DID YOU FORGET TO GET MY TRAYS?!?!"
"No, I didn't forget"
*strained silence* *muffled exasperated sighs* "When are you going to get them?! We need them for Sunday, you know!"
"Eeeyup. I know. Listen. I'm eating dinner. My cake's about to come, I gotta go"
The cake thing, that was a clue. It was futile. I didn't have cake.
10:00 p.m. She calls me. I'm already half sloshed.
"How do I slice the bell peppers, for the grilled vegetables?!"
"With a knife"
"LIIISA c'MON! What the FUCK?"
"Carefully, with a knife, don't cut your fingers. I'm drunk, goodbye."
Now, I don't ask for much. I'm content with checking my personality at the door, when I see her, most of the time. It's all about her. Sure. I'm fine with slaving over food that "she" cooks, and brings to various functions (yes, I do it all the time), only to have her take full credit. Whatever, a favor is a favor, I'm not after loads of attention for my cooking. I'm even fine with being bossed around sometimes.
But, forget to say a simple thing like "Happy Birthday" when you see me, on the morning of my birthday? Call me up, to interrupt an otherwise glorious day (and really it was, seriously the best birthday I've had in 3-4 years) and yell at me? She went from being one of those "distancy, small doses, I tolerate her because she's my neighbor" type of friends, right to "shit list".
She called me at 11 a.m. grilling me about this and that, and confiding that she's afraid she can't see her "love" this afternoon, between tanning, and cooking for the party, there's just not enough hours in the day. (read: her "love" isn't her husband, but we knew that already).
She called me at 3 on the dot, just as I was picking my son up from school, and discussing with his teacher how much fun they had on the class trip. She interrupted me. I joked to the mister later, that the only reason I picked up the phone, was because I thought she'd realized that today was my birthday, and she'd be terribly embarassed, for not having mentioned it. No. She answers with this
"Ok, I have a stuuuuupid question" (since when aren't they?) "Stop and Shop doesn't have those little eggplants you were talking about, what do I do!?"
"---I can't---ear---y---bre--ing--up-call----*fake static*--later *click*"
It was hysterical. My husband thought it odd, as I normally get perfect reception, in the schoolyard...
She calls at 6. "Did you get those trays I wanted?"
Me, slightly bemused, "Nope."
"BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO YOUR MOM'S HOUSE TODAY!? DID YOU FORGET TO GET MY TRAYS?!?!"
"No, I didn't forget"
*strained silence* *muffled exasperated sighs* "When are you going to get them?! We need them for Sunday, you know!"
"Eeeyup. I know. Listen. I'm eating dinner. My cake's about to come, I gotta go"
The cake thing, that was a clue. It was futile. I didn't have cake.
10:00 p.m. She calls me. I'm already half sloshed.
"How do I slice the bell peppers, for the grilled vegetables?!"
"With a knife"
"LIIISA c'MON! What the FUCK?"
"Carefully, with a knife, don't cut your fingers. I'm drunk, goodbye."
Now, I don't ask for much. I'm content with checking my personality at the door, when I see her, most of the time. It's all about her. Sure. I'm fine with slaving over food that "she" cooks, and brings to various functions (yes, I do it all the time), only to have her take full credit. Whatever, a favor is a favor, I'm not after loads of attention for my cooking. I'm even fine with being bossed around sometimes.
But, forget to say a simple thing like "Happy Birthday" when you see me, on the morning of my birthday? Call me up, to interrupt an otherwise glorious day (and really it was, seriously the best birthday I've had in 3-4 years) and yell at me? She went from being one of those "distancy, small doses, I tolerate her because she's my neighbor" type of friends, right to "shit list".
5.13.2004
Since it is May Thirteenth
I must wish GE a Happy Birthday.
He's a scholar, a poet, a thinker, a boat junkie, a genuinely hilarious d00d, a raving nutjob, and an all around decent h00m. It's nice that we're sorta back in touch, again. Here's to you on your (what, 54th, 55th?) birthday, the world became that much odder when you entered it.
He's a scholar, a poet, a thinker, a boat junkie, a genuinely hilarious d00d, a raving nutjob, and an all around decent h00m. It's nice that we're sorta back in touch, again. Here's to you on your (what, 54th, 55th?) birthday, the world became that much odder when you entered it.
5.12.2004
Men don't keep women down
Women do.
Threads like this GENUINELY piss me off.
Oh poor pity my ugly titties. They're so not normal. I want them to look like all those girls on TV, and in Playboy. This one is a double whammy. It's a plea for attention, a woman who doesn't know anything but to whine or talk about sexuality, as a way of getting attention. I've never seen her contribute to any thread, make a valid point, start or continue an interesting discussion. It's either sex or whining. It's also a "I hate my body, I want to look more -normal-"
Frankly, I'm ashamed to call myself a girl, if this is what I have to share the gender with.
I wanted to rant more. I lost steam. I'll revisit this topic, for sure. It's a long standing thing. SP had one, Kit. ACF seems to be TEEMING with them. *bangs head on keyboard*
Threads like this GENUINELY piss me off.
Oh poor pity my ugly titties. They're so not normal. I want them to look like all those girls on TV, and in Playboy. This one is a double whammy. It's a plea for attention, a woman who doesn't know anything but to whine or talk about sexuality, as a way of getting attention. I've never seen her contribute to any thread, make a valid point, start or continue an interesting discussion. It's either sex or whining. It's also a "I hate my body, I want to look more -normal-"
Frankly, I'm ashamed to call myself a girl, if this is what I have to share the gender with.
I wanted to rant more. I lost steam. I'll revisit this topic, for sure. It's a long standing thing. SP had one, Kit. ACF seems to be TEEMING with them. *bangs head on keyboard*
Ye Gods
I can't keep staring at that god awful smiling maw. I have to write *something* just to push it down a little. Maybe something that makes me smile. Maybe a nice quote. Maybe both.
I love it when my doggies lay across the back of the couch, with their legs draped down, and their heads on the windowsill, catching some rays, or sniffing the breeze. They're like adorable little couch pillows. Me and the dogs have the same simple pleasures. Nap in the sun, a good frolic in the yard, another nap, a good meal... yeah, you get the picture.
"Give me Levity or give me Death!" priest, over on ACF said that. It's my new ACF battlecry.
I love it when my doggies lay across the back of the couch, with their legs draped down, and their heads on the windowsill, catching some rays, or sniffing the breeze. They're like adorable little couch pillows. Me and the dogs have the same simple pleasures. Nap in the sun, a good frolic in the yard, another nap, a good meal... yeah, you get the picture.
"Give me Levity or give me Death!" priest, over on ACF said that. It's my new ACF battlecry.
iTunes
I just purchased my first song. Guns 'n Roses, November Rain. Good feeling, buying a song. It's guaranteed to be the full version, and in good shape.
I've stolen music. It's more complex, though, than just taking something for free. I got my whole CD collection stolen from my house, in October. Someone broke in, and walked out with a laundry bag filled with 400+ CD's. My life was in that bag, signed stuff, rares, imports, all that. Plus, some of my all time favorite tunes/bands. I've downloaded songs, to replace some of what got stolen, I could never replace the whole library, but a few songs I was really in the mood for, I had to get. I feel justified. I bought them all, some more than once.
I also download songs to audition bands, so see if I like their stuff. I started doing that before iTunes and the like came out with 30 second previews. I can't judge a band by 30 seconds, anyway. I figure, if I like three songs off an album of a "new" band (new to me, that is) then they're worth purchasing, and I go right out and buy the CD. One good song will do it for a band I already like.
But, I think my stealing days are coming to an end. I haven't really used K+ in over a month. All the stuff is of lousy quality, half of it doesn't come in properly. It's not worth the hassle. I vow, now, to just pay the $0.99, and buy whatever it is, if iTunes has it. If they don't, then I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Off to see if I can't find a good copy of For All Eternity, by Fight, once and for all. Great song. Hard as hell to find.
I've stolen music. It's more complex, though, than just taking something for free. I got my whole CD collection stolen from my house, in October. Someone broke in, and walked out with a laundry bag filled with 400+ CD's. My life was in that bag, signed stuff, rares, imports, all that. Plus, some of my all time favorite tunes/bands. I've downloaded songs, to replace some of what got stolen, I could never replace the whole library, but a few songs I was really in the mood for, I had to get. I feel justified. I bought them all, some more than once.
I also download songs to audition bands, so see if I like their stuff. I started doing that before iTunes and the like came out with 30 second previews. I can't judge a band by 30 seconds, anyway. I figure, if I like three songs off an album of a "new" band (new to me, that is) then they're worth purchasing, and I go right out and buy the CD. One good song will do it for a band I already like.
But, I think my stealing days are coming to an end. I haven't really used K+ in over a month. All the stuff is of lousy quality, half of it doesn't come in properly. It's not worth the hassle. I vow, now, to just pay the $0.99, and buy whatever it is, if iTunes has it. If they don't, then I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Off to see if I can't find a good copy of For All Eternity, by Fight, once and for all. Great song. Hard as hell to find.
5.11.2004
Quotes
I'm going to start posting thought provoking quotes. Stuff that makes me whip out a highlighter, or "copy/paste" Stuff I want to remember, and share with my non-readers. I shall make them a different color, because like "things that make me smile" this will be a constant thing.
"Organized religion, which likes to fancy itself as the mother of compassion, long ago lost its right to that claim by its organized support of organized violence."
-Archeologist, Jules Henry
"Organized religion, which likes to fancy itself as the mother of compassion, long ago lost its right to that claim by its organized support of organized violence."
-Archeologist, Jules Henry
Ziiing!
It's a nice zingy spring day. Thunderstorms at night, perfect blue sky in the morning. It's sunny, hazy, sleepy, warm, cool, bracing, and fragrant, all at the same time.
Step one from eliminating Them from my life is in place, and the effect is Good. Them, heh, I suppose it's a good time to get into who They are. Two years ago, about, a Jehova's Witness came to my door, looking to offer Bible study. I took her up on it. I know a lot of things, about a lot of faiths, but I wanted to learn the Bible better, and I didn't know thing one about the JW's. When I agreed to it, I thought it would be a one or two time sesson. Fast forward to 2004, and it's been on again-off-again a two year thing.
Let's get some things straight, here. I'm not a Jehovah's Witness. I'm not even Christian. I learned TONS about their organization, and TONS about the Bible through their perspective. I never once went to a meeting, or anything like that, and it was cool, no one was pressuring me to. It was just a weekly Bible study. Which I take as more of a scholarly research sort of thing. First, it was Betty. Betty is a pushy woman, with a piercingly high screechy voice. She knows a lot, though, and she was fine to study with. Oh, and she's clinically insane. She dropped out after a few months, and was hospitalized for depression and a bunch of other stuff.
In steps Kathy, whom I love. Kathy is a wonderful woman, smart, sweet, quiet, funny, with a real earnest way about her. She had only been a JW for two years when we met, and her daughter just recently got baptized. When Kathy and (and occasionally her 15 year old daughter) I would study together, it was like us learning together, always challenging each other, and finding things out together. I genuinely like Kathy, she's like human light. There's not a thing bad about her, honestly. We studied for well over a year, and I could have happily gone on like that for more years. Good person, good family, our weekly things were a nice little break.
She had family turbulence, and lots of things happened, so we had to stop with the study. I made it clear to Kathy, that it ends with her, no more studying, please. If she wants to resume where she left off, when life settles back out, that would be cool. That was a little over a month ago.
Betty came back.
Now, she's on a mission. Every time she comes over for our scheduled things, she brings someone from the congregation. I sense that these are really devout types "heavy hitters" if that makes sense. Like Betty's on this mission, and she's brought out the "big guns" Every week for the past month or so, I'm getting grilled on my faith (which I have plainly said is different from their own. If they knew the whole truth...heh, once in awhile I like picturing what Betty would do, if she caught me deep in a trance, or in a full scale purification ritual...but I digress) anyway, getting grilled on my faith, and having their edicts drilled into my head. It's becoming a pain. Spiritually, mentally, approacing physically, my head starts to pound just a little before Tuesday 11 a.m. That's not what I signed up for. They need to GO. Betty won't take no for an answer. You see, I'm rather non-conforntational in real life (amusing, right?) So I can't be like "Listen, bitch, you need to GO. I'm full on-moon-worshipping-drum-beating-nude-dancing-savage-PAGAN" Though, it's tempting. I know she's not wound too tight, and I couldn't hack it if I sent her to the nuthatch. That sounds like a conceit, but you have to understand, she's devoting a lot of time to me. Not only do we have the regular weekly study, but now she's taken to dropping by unannounced...that's no good at all...I'm digressing again. So, ok, I can't just come right out and tell her to beat feet.
I'm being subtle about it. I still gotta do *something* about it, they're killing me. They're wasting my time and theirs, and it's not pleasant anymore. Yesterday, like I said, I meditated on it. I thought about it all day yesterday. I started with a simple purification, cleaning the whole house physically, then psychically, getting out all the nutso-evangelical-militant-JW vibes.
I suppose, though, ya put enough thought into something, direct enough energy into it, it just sets itself in motion.
She called me early this morning, to cancel for today, because she's not feeling well. She normally reschedules something right away, but this time she was being nebulous about it. Do I think I've gotten rid of the JW's completely? Hehe, I can hope, right? No, I think Betty will be back, but when she does come back, I'll be ready for her, and ready to send her packing again.
Step one from eliminating Them from my life is in place, and the effect is Good. Them, heh, I suppose it's a good time to get into who They are. Two years ago, about, a Jehova's Witness came to my door, looking to offer Bible study. I took her up on it. I know a lot of things, about a lot of faiths, but I wanted to learn the Bible better, and I didn't know thing one about the JW's. When I agreed to it, I thought it would be a one or two time sesson. Fast forward to 2004, and it's been on again-off-again a two year thing.
Let's get some things straight, here. I'm not a Jehovah's Witness. I'm not even Christian. I learned TONS about their organization, and TONS about the Bible through their perspective. I never once went to a meeting, or anything like that, and it was cool, no one was pressuring me to. It was just a weekly Bible study. Which I take as more of a scholarly research sort of thing. First, it was Betty. Betty is a pushy woman, with a piercingly high screechy voice. She knows a lot, though, and she was fine to study with. Oh, and she's clinically insane. She dropped out after a few months, and was hospitalized for depression and a bunch of other stuff.
In steps Kathy, whom I love. Kathy is a wonderful woman, smart, sweet, quiet, funny, with a real earnest way about her. She had only been a JW for two years when we met, and her daughter just recently got baptized. When Kathy and (and occasionally her 15 year old daughter) I would study together, it was like us learning together, always challenging each other, and finding things out together. I genuinely like Kathy, she's like human light. There's not a thing bad about her, honestly. We studied for well over a year, and I could have happily gone on like that for more years. Good person, good family, our weekly things were a nice little break.
She had family turbulence, and lots of things happened, so we had to stop with the study. I made it clear to Kathy, that it ends with her, no more studying, please. If she wants to resume where she left off, when life settles back out, that would be cool. That was a little over a month ago.
Betty came back.
Now, she's on a mission. Every time she comes over for our scheduled things, she brings someone from the congregation. I sense that these are really devout types "heavy hitters" if that makes sense. Like Betty's on this mission, and she's brought out the "big guns" Every week for the past month or so, I'm getting grilled on my faith (which I have plainly said is different from their own. If they knew the whole truth...heh, once in awhile I like picturing what Betty would do, if she caught me deep in a trance, or in a full scale purification ritual...but I digress) anyway, getting grilled on my faith, and having their edicts drilled into my head. It's becoming a pain. Spiritually, mentally, approacing physically, my head starts to pound just a little before Tuesday 11 a.m. That's not what I signed up for. They need to GO. Betty won't take no for an answer. You see, I'm rather non-conforntational in real life (amusing, right?) So I can't be like "Listen, bitch, you need to GO. I'm full on-moon-worshipping-drum-beating-nude-dancing-savage-PAGAN" Though, it's tempting. I know she's not wound too tight, and I couldn't hack it if I sent her to the nuthatch. That sounds like a conceit, but you have to understand, she's devoting a lot of time to me. Not only do we have the regular weekly study, but now she's taken to dropping by unannounced...that's no good at all...I'm digressing again. So, ok, I can't just come right out and tell her to beat feet.
I'm being subtle about it. I still gotta do *something* about it, they're killing me. They're wasting my time and theirs, and it's not pleasant anymore. Yesterday, like I said, I meditated on it. I thought about it all day yesterday. I started with a simple purification, cleaning the whole house physically, then psychically, getting out all the nutso-evangelical-militant-JW vibes.
I suppose, though, ya put enough thought into something, direct enough energy into it, it just sets itself in motion.
She called me early this morning, to cancel for today, because she's not feeling well. She normally reschedules something right away, but this time she was being nebulous about it. Do I think I've gotten rid of the JW's completely? Hehe, I can hope, right? No, I think Betty will be back, but when she does come back, I'll be ready for her, and ready to send her packing again.
5.10.2004
Look at all those new formats....
Lawdy, I'm dazzled. I want to change this...but then I have to figure out how to make the colors pretty again.
THE to-do list
Epiphany time:
I was meditating earlier, something I haven't done in a while. I started out going to read, but I closed the book, and let my mind go. Turned into a full on meditation session. Good for me. I discovered a few things. Thing one: My life is in Iss right now. I'm tired of being frozen. I want to move forward again. Thing two: I need to take initiative, for that to happen.
How am I gonna do that? This is how:
1) There are a few people in my life that are unnecessary. Get rid of them. They're dragging me down, and holding me back. Time for a good old fashioned banishing.
2) There are some people in my life that I haven't been devoting enough attention to. Time to make some phone calls, and make nice.
3) Start producing again. I do well, when I schedule things. I hereby declare that I will work for a half hour a day on The Book. That should give me some noteworthy progression. That includes spending more time researching, and dedicating my life.
It's time to clear the cobwebs. Vacuum the crap off the floor, so to speak. and get going with things. I'm sure all aspects of my life will improve. When I get going like this, they generally do.
I was meditating earlier, something I haven't done in a while. I started out going to read, but I closed the book, and let my mind go. Turned into a full on meditation session. Good for me. I discovered a few things. Thing one: My life is in Iss right now. I'm tired of being frozen. I want to move forward again. Thing two: I need to take initiative, for that to happen.
How am I gonna do that? This is how:
1) There are a few people in my life that are unnecessary. Get rid of them. They're dragging me down, and holding me back. Time for a good old fashioned banishing.
2) There are some people in my life that I haven't been devoting enough attention to. Time to make some phone calls, and make nice.
3) Start producing again. I do well, when I schedule things. I hereby declare that I will work for a half hour a day on The Book. That should give me some noteworthy progression. That includes spending more time researching, and dedicating my life.
It's time to clear the cobwebs. Vacuum the crap off the floor, so to speak. and get going with things. I'm sure all aspects of my life will improve. When I get going like this, they generally do.
5.09.2004
Mother's Day
Oh, this morning, I was pissy. I went to bed pissy. Last night, before falling asleep, the mister thoughtfully asks what I want to do today. I said "I want to sleep late, and wake up to a nice breakfast, made by you." He says "*snort* You'd have woken up in the wrong house..." I went to sleep after that, slightly hurt. I was serious about that. I just wanted a nice leisurely morning, nice breakfast, someone else cleaning the kitchen for once. Just a little pampering.
This morning, he forgot to say anything to me, pretty much did his own thing, till around noon-ish, when he noticed me being terse. I sort of went off. Jesus Christ, is it too much to ask to be THOUGHT ABOUT?! He was sorry, he said "I thought I wished you a happy Mother's Day, this morning...maybe I only thought I did" Lame excuse, but, at least he was trying to cover his ass. I'll take it. Still, no flowers, no nice thoughts, no nothing, till I sorta flipped out. He felt bad. I didn't want him to feel bad, I just wanted to be noticed, I guess.
After my mini-tantrum we went out for a nice lunch. Then he took me to Best Buy, and got me that iPod I've been after, as an early b-day/Mother's day gift. I love it. I LOVE IT. Coolest thing EVER EVER. I mentioned it once, a few weeks ago, and nothing since. He remembered (but not enough to suprise me with it...I suppose I shouldn't bitch about that, though). I honestly wasn't counting on getting it, being that it's rather pricy, and sort of a toy. So, it's cool. He's off the hook for being a self-absorbed shlub. He's a spendy self absorbed shlub, so, things even out, heh. I've been playing with it since. I can't keep my hands off the thing, haha, it's so incredibly cool. I feel like a teenager again, walking around with headphones on all the time, hehe. The best part, though, it's sooo nice to finally have real music in my cars. (I bought the car-player adapter jobby, too) I hate the radio.
Alden gave me a nice plant, that my mom and him picked up last week. Pretty red flowers, heart shaped leave, forgot what it was called...and, some cute things he made in school. He made a jewelery box, painted purple, heart shaped, with some rhinestones glued on the lid. He presented it to me, and said "for your extra bars and rings, so you don't lose them" I love that kid so much. He never fails to make me laugh, the kid is so untypical.
We stopped by and saw my mommy, took them out for dinner. Was nice, they complained about the meal, but it comes with the territory. My stepdad gave her one white rose, heh, I brought over two boquets, and arranged them for her, one of varigated pink roses (lighter pink, tipped with deep pink, very pretty) and one of white carnations. I arranged them mixed up in two of her vases. I think Earl feels outdone. Haha, let him, the jerk. I also got her this primo pedicure kit. She loves cosmetics, but won't spend on nice ones for herself, she goes for cheapy stuff, so I pampered her a little. She's a basket case, my mother, but I love her a lot. We're close.
This morning, he forgot to say anything to me, pretty much did his own thing, till around noon-ish, when he noticed me being terse. I sort of went off. Jesus Christ, is it too much to ask to be THOUGHT ABOUT?! He was sorry, he said "I thought I wished you a happy Mother's Day, this morning...maybe I only thought I did" Lame excuse, but, at least he was trying to cover his ass. I'll take it. Still, no flowers, no nice thoughts, no nothing, till I sorta flipped out. He felt bad. I didn't want him to feel bad, I just wanted to be noticed, I guess.
After my mini-tantrum we went out for a nice lunch. Then he took me to Best Buy, and got me that iPod I've been after, as an early b-day/Mother's day gift. I love it. I LOVE IT. Coolest thing EVER EVER. I mentioned it once, a few weeks ago, and nothing since. He remembered (but not enough to suprise me with it...I suppose I shouldn't bitch about that, though). I honestly wasn't counting on getting it, being that it's rather pricy, and sort of a toy. So, it's cool. He's off the hook for being a self-absorbed shlub. He's a spendy self absorbed shlub, so, things even out, heh. I've been playing with it since. I can't keep my hands off the thing, haha, it's so incredibly cool. I feel like a teenager again, walking around with headphones on all the time, hehe. The best part, though, it's sooo nice to finally have real music in my cars. (I bought the car-player adapter jobby, too) I hate the radio.
Alden gave me a nice plant, that my mom and him picked up last week. Pretty red flowers, heart shaped leave, forgot what it was called...and, some cute things he made in school. He made a jewelery box, painted purple, heart shaped, with some rhinestones glued on the lid. He presented it to me, and said "for your extra bars and rings, so you don't lose them" I love that kid so much. He never fails to make me laugh, the kid is so untypical.
We stopped by and saw my mommy, took them out for dinner. Was nice, they complained about the meal, but it comes with the territory. My stepdad gave her one white rose, heh, I brought over two boquets, and arranged them for her, one of varigated pink roses (lighter pink, tipped with deep pink, very pretty) and one of white carnations. I arranged them mixed up in two of her vases. I think Earl feels outdone. Haha, let him, the jerk. I also got her this primo pedicure kit. She loves cosmetics, but won't spend on nice ones for herself, she goes for cheapy stuff, so I pampered her a little. She's a basket case, my mother, but I love her a lot. We're close.
5.08.2004
The Price of Looking Like a Degenerate
I thought this was interesting. My mom was bitching at me, because I complained about the saleschick at the clothing store yesterday. "Well, look at you, you look like a homeless teenager" What my mom fails to understand is that a homeless teenager couldn't AFFORD to look this way. Good jeans are expensive. I get mine on clearence, usually, so we're looking at between 10-30 bucks. The Best Pants Ever, my wonderful cargoes I bought at retail, for a whopping sixty bucks.
A regular tee shirt, plain black pocket tee, is about 5 bucks. I wear them often enough, but, my "good" everyday shirts are a little costlier. Concert shirts run between 20 and 40 bucks, a nice printed tee, like my dragons one, or this cool tiedye Celtic knotty one are about 25 a pop. Hooded sweatshirts? Between $20 and $60. Overshirts, longsleeve tee shirts, all those can get pricy too.
And what about accesories? Expensive shoes. Sketchers, Converse, Birks, Doc Martens. All $$. Expensive leather backpack-purse. Then lets talk jewlery. I wear white gold, looks like silver. I have a handful of pieces, a few diamond rings, some chunky linky bracelets, with some silver mixed in. Piercings, stainless, and roughly $50-$80 bucks a pop (11 pops and counting).
Now for the vanity stuff (and I'm high maintenence, lemme tellya) Sculpted nails, $40 bucks a month, pedicures $25 a month, tattooes...very expensive. Quality makeup, dyed hair, etc etc.
And that's just normal casual stuff. I should print this out and show my mom.
A regular tee shirt, plain black pocket tee, is about 5 bucks. I wear them often enough, but, my "good" everyday shirts are a little costlier. Concert shirts run between 20 and 40 bucks, a nice printed tee, like my dragons one, or this cool tiedye Celtic knotty one are about 25 a pop. Hooded sweatshirts? Between $20 and $60. Overshirts, longsleeve tee shirts, all those can get pricy too.
And what about accesories? Expensive shoes. Sketchers, Converse, Birks, Doc Martens. All $$. Expensive leather backpack-purse. Then lets talk jewlery. I wear white gold, looks like silver. I have a handful of pieces, a few diamond rings, some chunky linky bracelets, with some silver mixed in. Piercings, stainless, and roughly $50-$80 bucks a pop (11 pops and counting).
Now for the vanity stuff (and I'm high maintenence, lemme tellya) Sculpted nails, $40 bucks a month, pedicures $25 a month, tattooes...very expensive. Quality makeup, dyed hair, etc etc.
And that's just normal casual stuff. I should print this out and show my mom.
Kickstart
I know, I know, it's been awhile. Honestly, life hasn't been all that interesting. No one's ticking me off enough to vent about it, no real turbulence, to speak of.
I'm gonna do my magical kickstart. Three things I did today (yeah, eventful as hell, it's not even noon yet, and I've already got a nice list going)
Thing 1: Got woken up by my dad calling to wish me a happy Mother's Day <3 He's doing well. Nice to hear from them.
Thing 2: Took my Blazer to get the muffler fixed (bout goddamn time) it was so loud, it was giving me a headache to drive it. Finally scrounged up the fundage to have it repaired.
Thing 3: Ok, this is lame, but I'm so proud of myself. My favorite pants were developing a nice hole. Right along the edge of the pocket, down the leg. I've been being careful, and trying not to further the hole, as these really are my favorite pants. Big baggy green cargo pants. Sooo comfy. Yesterday, I went to the store to find a suitable replacement, or some crops, or something. The salesgirl was apathetic at best, and clearly didn't want to help me, I could tell. She gave me the almighty once-over, and moved on to wealthier looking targets. Fuck her, though, I had a bag of cash that I was looking to dump into their register, in exchange for a few pairs of decent pants. I just *look* like a bum. It's funny, I'm digressing, but I gotta say, it costs a lot of money to look like a bum... I'll make that a seperate entry, I think. I'll leave it at this: It's expensive to look this way, and still be neat and clean. Sooooanyway, I left there sans pants.
This morning, I go to put them on, and the once minisule hole is spreading. It's all the way up to the waistband, and halfway into the pocket. Rather than stop wearing The Best Pants Ever, I took some initiative, and decided to sew it. Now, I used to sew everything, I'm pretty good at it. When you buy cheap clothes, you just learn to sew, and make do. I once pieced a bra back together. It's been about 4 years since I've had to. I'm easier on my clothes, I guess, and I buy better stuff these days. So, I grabbed me some thread and set to work. I sewed that hole so well, from the inside, you can scarcely tell where the original stitching stops and mine starts. I sewed a Y in it, to reinforce the pocket, and doubled over my work. All handstitching (sewing machines scare me, long story). I walked around this morning with my huge keyring in that pocket, and it's holding up nicely. I'm so domestic :D I made myself proud.
I'm gonna do my magical kickstart. Three things I did today (yeah, eventful as hell, it's not even noon yet, and I've already got a nice list going)
Thing 1: Got woken up by my dad calling to wish me a happy Mother's Day <3 He's doing well. Nice to hear from them.
Thing 2: Took my Blazer to get the muffler fixed (bout goddamn time) it was so loud, it was giving me a headache to drive it. Finally scrounged up the fundage to have it repaired.
Thing 3: Ok, this is lame, but I'm so proud of myself. My favorite pants were developing a nice hole. Right along the edge of the pocket, down the leg. I've been being careful, and trying not to further the hole, as these really are my favorite pants. Big baggy green cargo pants. Sooo comfy. Yesterday, I went to the store to find a suitable replacement, or some crops, or something. The salesgirl was apathetic at best, and clearly didn't want to help me, I could tell. She gave me the almighty once-over, and moved on to wealthier looking targets. Fuck her, though, I had a bag of cash that I was looking to dump into their register, in exchange for a few pairs of decent pants. I just *look* like a bum. It's funny, I'm digressing, but I gotta say, it costs a lot of money to look like a bum... I'll make that a seperate entry, I think. I'll leave it at this: It's expensive to look this way, and still be neat and clean. Sooooanyway, I left there sans pants.
This morning, I go to put them on, and the once minisule hole is spreading. It's all the way up to the waistband, and halfway into the pocket. Rather than stop wearing The Best Pants Ever, I took some initiative, and decided to sew it. Now, I used to sew everything, I'm pretty good at it. When you buy cheap clothes, you just learn to sew, and make do. I once pieced a bra back together. It's been about 4 years since I've had to. I'm easier on my clothes, I guess, and I buy better stuff these days. So, I grabbed me some thread and set to work. I sewed that hole so well, from the inside, you can scarcely tell where the original stitching stops and mine starts. I sewed a Y in it, to reinforce the pocket, and doubled over my work. All handstitching (sewing machines scare me, long story). I walked around this morning with my huge keyring in that pocket, and it's holding up nicely. I'm so domestic :D I made myself proud.
5.04.2004
Leaves Grass Senility
This is one of the things that sucks about my job.
We cut the grass for a lot of really old people, see. Generally, it's pretty smooth, kids step in and start handling finances, when they die or go to nursing homes. Houses get sold, whatever. It's fine, mostly.
Once in awhile, we get some poor old lady who's slowly going senile, and gradually becomes sort of a lunatic. I'm dealing with that now. She's been a customer for 10+ years, we haven't raised her prices, she's been on a pretty regular schedule, and my husband cuts her all sorts of breaks.
Well, now the new season is upon us. Daily, I've been getting angry phone calls from her, because he didn't do a good job on a cleanup (that he did in September) because there are leaves in the yard. I wanted to schedule her for a spring cleanup, and she freaked out, saying he has to go there and do it again, because she payed 85 bucks, by god. (Generally, there's a fall cleanup, AND a spring one, some people opt for only one). The regular price for a job her size would be $125, but since she's old...we cut her a deal. I told her all that. She's angry. She's German. She's going crazy.
Every single day. She calls. For maybe two weeks, now. "Get these leaves out of my yard, I pay you good money!" She's pissed. I don't even pick up the phone anymore. I see her name on the caller ID, I dodge.
I called her in early March, to see if she still wanted her grass cut, and she said yes, so that's cool. It started growing, and now she's two cuttings in the hole, refuses to pay, he's not going there any more to cut it, because she's not paying, and now this bullshit about the stupid leaves. Hasn't paid us a nickel since that $85 in September.
I know the woman, she's always been sort of a pain in the ass, but a good customer, and a paying one, which is nice. We're ready to cut her loose, but we know she's got no one really, to take care of her, and find another landscaper. Plus, in this day and age, she's gonna get hit up for a lot more than 20 bucks a cutting. We can't keep taking hits like this though.
Such a dilemma. It genuinely sucks.
We cut the grass for a lot of really old people, see. Generally, it's pretty smooth, kids step in and start handling finances, when they die or go to nursing homes. Houses get sold, whatever. It's fine, mostly.
Once in awhile, we get some poor old lady who's slowly going senile, and gradually becomes sort of a lunatic. I'm dealing with that now. She's been a customer for 10+ years, we haven't raised her prices, she's been on a pretty regular schedule, and my husband cuts her all sorts of breaks.
Well, now the new season is upon us. Daily, I've been getting angry phone calls from her, because he didn't do a good job on a cleanup (that he did in September) because there are leaves in the yard. I wanted to schedule her for a spring cleanup, and she freaked out, saying he has to go there and do it again, because she payed 85 bucks, by god. (Generally, there's a fall cleanup, AND a spring one, some people opt for only one). The regular price for a job her size would be $125, but since she's old...we cut her a deal. I told her all that. She's angry. She's German. She's going crazy.
Every single day. She calls. For maybe two weeks, now. "Get these leaves out of my yard, I pay you good money!" She's pissed. I don't even pick up the phone anymore. I see her name on the caller ID, I dodge.
I called her in early March, to see if she still wanted her grass cut, and she said yes, so that's cool. It started growing, and now she's two cuttings in the hole, refuses to pay, he's not going there any more to cut it, because she's not paying, and now this bullshit about the stupid leaves. Hasn't paid us a nickel since that $85 in September.
I know the woman, she's always been sort of a pain in the ass, but a good customer, and a paying one, which is nice. We're ready to cut her loose, but we know she's got no one really, to take care of her, and find another landscaper. Plus, in this day and age, she's gonna get hit up for a lot more than 20 bucks a cutting. We can't keep taking hits like this though.
Such a dilemma. It genuinely sucks.
Eclectic
I'm discovering the true meaning of that word, today. I'm doing what Afe's doing, listening to my whole entire mp3 library. I've got a reason, though. I'm getting an iPod soon, and I don't want any songs I hate, or broken songs, or anything like that on there.
I'm looking at upwards of 1300 songs. Roughly 75 hours of music. So far, I'm on #36. Just chippin away slowly, haha. It's cool, though, because already I've heard a fair range of styles, and only had to delete some Christmas music. A good Christmas carol will throw off any random mix...
It's good, though, to hear Maddy Prior near Fear Factory. Sisters of Mercy, Slayer, and Cab Calloway. Voltaire and Toby Keith and UB40. Vivaldi, Pearl Jam, Shabba Ranks, and Bad Religion. The Cars and Amorphis. I love the combos, haha. It's my own crazy radio station.
I'm looking at upwards of 1300 songs. Roughly 75 hours of music. So far, I'm on #36. Just chippin away slowly, haha. It's cool, though, because already I've heard a fair range of styles, and only had to delete some Christmas music. A good Christmas carol will throw off any random mix...
It's good, though, to hear Maddy Prior near Fear Factory. Sisters of Mercy, Slayer, and Cab Calloway. Voltaire and Toby Keith and UB40. Vivaldi, Pearl Jam, Shabba Ranks, and Bad Religion. The Cars and Amorphis. I love the combos, haha. It's my own crazy radio station.
5.03.2004
Me and Al Ginsberg, peas in a pod
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In response to Ally
Tom. He was my best friend, when I was younger He thought he was gay, and that was cool. He decided that he wasn't, and we became a couple. He was my first real love. We got engaged when I was 18, planning to get married when we got out of college and all that. I really did love him. I suppose I still do, in a way.
Then, it seemed like overnight, everything came crashing down, he decided he was still gay, and left me. He disappeared for 2 years. Came back, and I was married and pregnant. We became best friends, again, like we never were apart. The relationship part of our friendship was a mistake, we came to the conclusion, and it freed us up to be great friends. Uh. I'm skimming over some details, because I don't want to really write about it now. I might in time, but not now. He killed himself on April 30, 2001. It was a Thursday around 11 a.m., they say. I found out on that Sunday May 3, when a mutual friend called. 7 a.m. To this day, when the phone rings early on Sundays, I get a little shudder. I'd have found out earlier, but I ignored his roommate, calling me. Jeff. Jeff called about 4 times between Friday night and Sunday, but I didn't pick up, because Jeff always wanted something, a ride, money, help, to borrow something. Jeff was poison. I'm crying a little now, and rambling. Yeah. Went to the funeral on that Tuesday. The same day as two final exams, for that semester in college. I flunked.
I didn't really want to go into this. I wanted to just say Tom, my old best friend.
Then, it seemed like overnight, everything came crashing down, he decided he was still gay, and left me. He disappeared for 2 years. Came back, and I was married and pregnant. We became best friends, again, like we never were apart. The relationship part of our friendship was a mistake, we came to the conclusion, and it freed us up to be great friends. Uh. I'm skimming over some details, because I don't want to really write about it now. I might in time, but not now. He killed himself on April 30, 2001. It was a Thursday around 11 a.m., they say. I found out on that Sunday May 3, when a mutual friend called. 7 a.m. To this day, when the phone rings early on Sundays, I get a little shudder. I'd have found out earlier, but I ignored his roommate, calling me. Jeff. Jeff called about 4 times between Friday night and Sunday, but I didn't pick up, because Jeff always wanted something, a ride, money, help, to borrow something. Jeff was poison. I'm crying a little now, and rambling. Yeah. Went to the funeral on that Tuesday. The same day as two final exams, for that semester in college. I flunked.
I didn't really want to go into this. I wanted to just say Tom, my old best friend.
I think I fixed it
But naturally, when I fix something, it breaks. I wiped out the existing comments. I've got one similar to Afe's system now, through HaloScan. Seems to be peachy for him, lets hope it works for me.
Don't worry, to those of you that were nice enough to leave comments, I read them all before they went *poof*
Don't worry, to those of you that were nice enough to leave comments, I read them all before they went *poof*
That solves it
I posted a long reply to Ally's comment, down there, generally explaining Tom, and his impact on my life, and now it's not showing up. I hate that, I think I had it captured perfectly, and now, nothing I type will match it, and it's not even showing up. It's my turn to have a tantrum, and look for a new commenting system. I officially declare that this one sucks teh ass.
Confession time, yet again
I also got new shoes yesterday (no, that's not the confession). I needed new "nice" flipflops, since I got paint all over my old ones, and they were old anyway. I needed new sneakers because for some reason, the mister garbaged my last pair. They were on the front porch, in this rubbermaid box, with various other shoes, and he got a cleaning bug one day, and just chucked most of them. My shoes. He threw away. Including my only pair of sneakers. Shoes that I wore. Yes. He's psycho like that.
Soanyway, I went in search of a nice pair of all black Chuck Taylors. You know the kind, with black rubber, instead of the classic white, and black canvas, black laces. They didn't have thoooose in my size, but they DID have a nice pair of (omg, I am gonna take such shit for this, I know it) black and pink ones. Black shoes, pink tounge, white laces, white rubber, and a pink pinstripe. Soft pink, not hot pink. They're very cool.
I'm coming to terms with pink. We're getting along well, now I think. When I was a kid, I was one of those "pink kids" my bedroom, my clothes, you get the idea. Then when I was about 12, I rebelled, discovered metal, had a Halloween party with my Barbies, tearing their heads off and soaking them in fake blood. I've been pretty much anti-pink since, but I sense it starting to creep back in around the edges. Jelly bracelets. Sneaker trim. Dog collar. I'm ok with it. The first time I buy a pink dish, or pink carpet, or pink clothes, please someone shoot me. I still hate it mostly.
Soanyway, I went in search of a nice pair of all black Chuck Taylors. You know the kind, with black rubber, instead of the classic white, and black canvas, black laces. They didn't have thoooose in my size, but they DID have a nice pair of (omg, I am gonna take such shit for this, I know it) black and pink ones. Black shoes, pink tounge, white laces, white rubber, and a pink pinstripe. Soft pink, not hot pink. They're very cool.
I'm coming to terms with pink. We're getting along well, now I think. When I was a kid, I was one of those "pink kids" my bedroom, my clothes, you get the idea. Then when I was about 12, I rebelled, discovered metal, had a Halloween party with my Barbies, tearing their heads off and soaking them in fake blood. I've been pretty much anti-pink since, but I sense it starting to creep back in around the edges. Jelly bracelets. Sneaker trim. Dog collar. I'm ok with it. The first time I buy a pink dish, or pink carpet, or pink clothes, please someone shoot me. I still hate it mostly.
Comments working?
Can you guys read other people's comments? I can't get them to work properly. If they're still borked, I'll find a new system. Lemme know please.
May so far, and old friends
Dan and Mindy popped by. They always pop by at the most inopportune times. The mister was out in the yard putting in an assortment of little bushes and trees I picked out (since my flowers are mostly gone) and I was painting. I was wearing these little shorts with holes in them, and a raggedy holey paint stained tee shirt, no bra, no shoes, I had paint on my legs, in my hair, on my face. I stunk, because it was like 90 in the house, and I was singing (LOUDLY) along to my L7 CD. The door swings open, but I ignore it, thinking it's the old man. They walk clear in the house, right up to where I was painting in the living room. Scared the shit out of me.
Embarassing, a little, I don't think I could have looked worse if I tried. I really shouldn't be embarassed, I guess. We've all been friends for so long. We've woken up from being passed out on the same couch, with puke stiffening on our shirts, and in our hair. We've all gone camping together, and no one looks great camping, haha. I don't know, it still threw me. Maybe because I haven't seen them since Novemberish. I ran and took a shower, and we all went out for dinner.
Dan's recently become this gym nut, weightlifter guy. I mean, I guess since he's he's a rock staah, he's gotta work out for his fans. But, he eats "healthy" now, too. He also evaluates what everyone else eats. Now I remember why I don't exactly like going places with the guy. I got meatloaf and mashed potatoes, and broccoli (all smushy food, because of the labret) and the plate arrives, and he's like "whoa, there's a lot of gravy on that meatloaf" Mindy gets a club sammich and fries, and he mentions offhand "you're not gonna eat ALL those fries, are you?" (I would honestly strangle him if I had to cope with that on a day-to-day, I don't know how she does it). I have to chuckle. He's kind of a jerk. Other than that, he's still Same Old Dan, which is cool. I rant about the guy, but I love him like a brother, like, I say he's a jerk, but I take it with all the good. He's got a lot of good. Mindy too, she's my partner in mischief. Great people all around.
The mister suprised me with an early bag of presents yesterday :D The new Fear Factory CD, Archetype, the new Anthrax best of CD/DVD, and this sweet sweet new toy. I collect action figures (like the dorkiest degree of dork) and he got me this Special Edition McFarlane's Movie Maniacs version of the Lord of Darkness (from the movie, Legend, remember the big red guy?) One of my ALL TIME FAVORITE BADGUYS EVER. The figure is just mindblowing. It's huge too. So detailed. McFarlane ruuuules. It was just a sweet little "Here, I was thinking about you this morning" sort of thing. Made me feel good.
So, this month isn't shaping up to be as bad as I thought it would. Today is the 3rd anniversary of the day I found out Tom died. Last year I was in a funk over it, the year before I was barely functional. I guess time does heal, because this year, I thought about it, I feel a little somber, but it's not as sharp anymore. Not as painful. I'm doing ok, all in all. Life is going on as normal, and the only time I get really depressed is at night, before I go to sleep, when my mind stops buzzing, and I can't help but think about the sadder things. Ok, writing about it (even indirectly) is starting to make me a little teary. Nuff of that.
Embarassing, a little, I don't think I could have looked worse if I tried. I really shouldn't be embarassed, I guess. We've all been friends for so long. We've woken up from being passed out on the same couch, with puke stiffening on our shirts, and in our hair. We've all gone camping together, and no one looks great camping, haha. I don't know, it still threw me. Maybe because I haven't seen them since Novemberish. I ran and took a shower, and we all went out for dinner.
Dan's recently become this gym nut, weightlifter guy. I mean, I guess since he's he's a rock staah, he's gotta work out for his fans. But, he eats "healthy" now, too. He also evaluates what everyone else eats. Now I remember why I don't exactly like going places with the guy. I got meatloaf and mashed potatoes, and broccoli (all smushy food, because of the labret) and the plate arrives, and he's like "whoa, there's a lot of gravy on that meatloaf" Mindy gets a club sammich and fries, and he mentions offhand "you're not gonna eat ALL those fries, are you?" (I would honestly strangle him if I had to cope with that on a day-to-day, I don't know how she does it). I have to chuckle. He's kind of a jerk. Other than that, he's still Same Old Dan, which is cool. I rant about the guy, but I love him like a brother, like, I say he's a jerk, but I take it with all the good. He's got a lot of good. Mindy too, she's my partner in mischief. Great people all around.
The mister suprised me with an early bag of presents yesterday :D The new Fear Factory CD, Archetype, the new Anthrax best of CD/DVD, and this sweet sweet new toy. I collect action figures (like the dorkiest degree of dork) and he got me this Special Edition McFarlane's Movie Maniacs version of the Lord of Darkness (from the movie, Legend, remember the big red guy?) One of my ALL TIME FAVORITE BADGUYS EVER. The figure is just mindblowing. It's huge too. So detailed. McFarlane ruuuules. It was just a sweet little "Here, I was thinking about you this morning" sort of thing. Made me feel good.
So, this month isn't shaping up to be as bad as I thought it would. Today is the 3rd anniversary of the day I found out Tom died. Last year I was in a funk over it, the year before I was barely functional. I guess time does heal, because this year, I thought about it, I feel a little somber, but it's not as sharp anymore. Not as painful. I'm doing ok, all in all. Life is going on as normal, and the only time I get really depressed is at night, before I go to sleep, when my mind stops buzzing, and I can't help but think about the sadder things. Ok, writing about it (even indirectly) is starting to make me a little teary. Nuff of that.
5.01.2004
The results of the day
I got my labret pierced :) I have mixed feelings. It's pretty, it makes my lips look beautiful, draws attention to them nicely, makes them almost poutier looking (like I need that...). But, it's a pain. If I take big bites, my bottom teeth catch it and get hung up, which right now 7 hours after the piercing...hurts like a bitch. Sugary things hurt, but that's good, I'm off sugar anyway (couldn't resist a nibble of cheesecake after dinner, and I regretted it) It's behaving much like my tounge piercing.
I was thinking about it. I wasn't all obsessed about getting this one, like I was with others. It just seemed like something to do, I guess. I thought hard about why, though. I mentioned it offhand, and the mister flipped out. People flipped out. My mom, my conservative friends (ewww, they say) I thought more and more about it. I kept seeing it on other women and admiring it. I brought it up again to the mister, and he "put his foot down" (harhar) and declared it nasty.
I made up my mind to do it shortly thereafter. Thus is the nature of my way. I wish people would just learn this about me, the more you try to order me, or sway me, or make me do it "your way"...the less likely I will comply. It's been like that my whole life.
I also got my nails done, and a pedicure. I feel sooo pretty :) I seldom feel even remotely attractive, so this is nice. It's high time I gave myself a day of spoiling.
I was thinking about it. I wasn't all obsessed about getting this one, like I was with others. It just seemed like something to do, I guess. I thought hard about why, though. I mentioned it offhand, and the mister flipped out. People flipped out. My mom, my conservative friends (ewww, they say) I thought more and more about it. I kept seeing it on other women and admiring it. I brought it up again to the mister, and he "put his foot down" (harhar) and declared it nasty.
I made up my mind to do it shortly thereafter. Thus is the nature of my way. I wish people would just learn this about me, the more you try to order me, or sway me, or make me do it "your way"...the less likely I will comply. It's been like that my whole life.
I also got my nails done, and a pedicure. I feel sooo pretty :) I seldom feel even remotely attractive, so this is nice. It's high time I gave myself a day of spoiling.
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Biiig shock there. ;) Strange, because I was in high school before goth was really invented and classified. I was Metal. Sooo metal.
A few more new things
Afelirick's blog (that I wish he'd update more), a link to my favorite band in the universe. In my previous post, I mentioned Dan and Mindy. Dan is the lead singer for Core Device. Great band. I wish they'd hurry the fuck up with that album, though. Oh, and ACF, because this page needs a link there.
Labret today, drinking yesterday
I made the decision when I got up this morning, I'm getting my labret done this afternoon. That'll be aftermarket hole number 11. I have an MO though. I want to go show my face around the place, make sure Turin doesn't forget me. Let him know I'm still VERY interested in becoming his apprentice.
I'm so psyched.
Last night was a typical and untypical Friday night. Hung out with Mindy, who I haven't seen since September, about. She's been a good friend of mine for more than 9 years. I wish we could hang out more. I wish I wasn't such a hermit. They're some of my best friends. I always have fun when I hang out with especially Mindy, though, and we always laugh so much. Every time we part, I regret not trying harder to keep in touch, and vow that I'll do better.
Came home, and poured myself a huuuuge whiskey sour, and sat down to some good old ACF debauchery. That was the typical part. :) I love ACF, it's my home on the net. I love the people I've met there. I even look forward to coming home, relaxing, and seeing what they're all up to.
Drinking every weekend feels a little like it's becoming a bad habit. But, then I justify it by "well, what the fuck else are we gonna do? We're broke, with this house thing." and "At least I'm not going out every night, and whooping it up at a bar" and "It's only maybe 2 or three hours a week, heh, and Alden never EVER sees me drunk" As long as those stipulations are met, I'm not concerned.
I'm so psyched.
Last night was a typical and untypical Friday night. Hung out with Mindy, who I haven't seen since September, about. She's been a good friend of mine for more than 9 years. I wish we could hang out more. I wish I wasn't such a hermit. They're some of my best friends. I always have fun when I hang out with especially Mindy, though, and we always laugh so much. Every time we part, I regret not trying harder to keep in touch, and vow that I'll do better.
Came home, and poured myself a huuuuge whiskey sour, and sat down to some good old ACF debauchery. That was the typical part. :) I love ACF, it's my home on the net. I love the people I've met there. I even look forward to coming home, relaxing, and seeing what they're all up to.
Drinking every weekend feels a little like it's becoming a bad habit. But, then I justify it by "well, what the fuck else are we gonna do? We're broke, with this house thing." and "At least I'm not going out every night, and whooping it up at a bar" and "It's only maybe 2 or three hours a week, heh, and Alden never EVER sees me drunk" As long as those stipulations are met, I'm not concerned.
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