I've got updates! (Well, sort of. I met a neighbor, and heard about another neighbor.)
First things first. The Complimenting Commenter has declared this the Summer of Compliments.
I think this is a fantabulous idea! (Yes, I love that non-word word. Say it with feeling!!) I have decided to join in, and do all my compliments from this blog (just for a twist). I figure some days I'll have a few nice things to say, and others ... Well, I won't be feeling very nice. I don't know yet if there will be any real pattern to it or not. We will have to see. I highly recommend doing it. Maybe the last compliment will be to yourself about how damn good you feel!
(I realize having compliments for others on a blog titled People Are Stupid is kind of an oxymoron -no idea if I used that correctly or not- ,but it's what I'm doing. Deal. Besides, I can't help it that people really are stupid. Don't believe me? Have you ever met one??)
To get this party started (I cannot believe I just said that. How very 80's of me.):
I would like to compliment Alli over at 63 Days for her courage - then and now. If you visit, be sure to start from the beginning.
Cyli at Why Not - Right? - I love that you kept your sense of humor through all your trials. (Another one where you should start at the beginning.)
Cricket at (more than just) Boobs and Legs - You are one amazing woman in so many ways - especially since you live in bizarro world! *laugh*
There's my first three. 97 to go!!
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Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Joke in my email. Laugh, damn you!!!
HOW DID DOGS COME TO BE
Where do pets come from?
A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer
to "Where do pets come from?"
Adam and Eve said, "Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us
every day. Now we do not see you any more. We are lonesome here, and it is
difficult for us to remember how much you love us."
And God said, I will create a companion for you that will be with you and
who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even
when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable
you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you
as I do, in spite of yourselves."
And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.
And it was a good animal.
And God was pleased.
And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his
tail.
And Adam said, "Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom
and I cannot think of a name for this new animal."
And God said, " I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my
love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will
call him
DOG."
And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved
them.
And they were comforted.
And God was pleased.
And Dog was content and wagged his tail.
After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said,
"Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like
peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed
taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well."
And God said, I will create for them a companion who will be with them and
who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their
limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of
adoration."
And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.
And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat's eyes,
they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.
And Adam and Eve learned humility.
And they were greatly improved.
And God was pleased.
And Dog was happy.
And Cat didn't give a shit one way or the other.
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Where do pets come from?
A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer
to "Where do pets come from?"
Adam and Eve said, "Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us
every day. Now we do not see you any more. We are lonesome here, and it is
difficult for us to remember how much you love us."
And God said, I will create a companion for you that will be with you and
who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even
when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable
you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you
as I do, in spite of yourselves."
And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.
And it was a good animal.
And God was pleased.
And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his
tail.
And Adam said, "Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom
and I cannot think of a name for this new animal."
And God said, " I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my
love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will
call him
DOG."
And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved
them.
And they were comforted.
And God was pleased.
And Dog was content and wagged his tail.
After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said,
"Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like
peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed
taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well."
And God said, I will create for them a companion who will be with them and
who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their
limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of
adoration."
And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.
And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat's eyes,
they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.
And Adam and Eve learned humility.
And they were greatly improved.
And God was pleased.
And Dog was happy.
And Cat didn't give a shit one way or the other.
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Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Damn Skippy!
Good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example.
-- La Rouchefoucauld
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*Throwing confetti*
Just a quick celebratory note:
My connection speed is twice as fast!!!!!
*doing backflips*
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My connection speed is twice as fast!!!!!
*doing backflips*
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The details.
Saturday we were able to get the moving truck at 9am. You'd think that would mean we could get out of there at a decent time, wouldn't you?
Nope.
There was no one available to help us out, and as much inner strength I have, it does not translate to muscles! :D Our neighbors (yep, the rednecks) ended up helping us with the heavier stuff, and the last minute packing. Very cool of them.
We arrived at our new house at midnight. We did not want to unload at that point. Luckily, the place we had to drop the truck off wasn't open on Sunday. If it was, we would have had to unload right then, and get the truck back by 9am. That was not gonna happen.
Sunday morning, when we woke up, we were wishing like hell the truck would unload itself. Sadly, it didn't. Our landlord helped us with a couple of the heavy things in the back that would have been impossible for me. Like the huge doghouse, for example. The rest we did ourselves (with the exception of the beast-a-couch). We had such trouble staying motivated, since we were dead on our feet AND hadn't had anything to eat either Saturday or Sunday.
We did refresh ourselves with watermelon at one point (Thanks ~S!). That helped for a little while.
When the truck was finally unloaded (took all freakin' day!), I discovered we had the makings for sandwiches. I promptly declared to the Husband that we were complete idiots. We should have eaten earlier. Oh well. We didn't know.
It was time to take the truck back. I had to follow in the van (so we'd have a way back). I watched Husband try and turn the 26' truck around by our house. It wasn't happening. He was going to have to back down our road, and onto the main road. I offered to go first, so I could sit on the main road, and he wouldn't have to worry about traffic from that direction. He thought it was a good idea, I jumped back in the van, ready to pull out...
Next thing I know, I am laying in the grass, with Husband asking stupid questions like 'How do you feel?' and 'What's the last thing you remember?' Idiot. I was at peace in the grass. It was a nice cool spot to be. I didn't know how I got there, but it felt great! I just wanted him to leave me alone.
A little while later, I realized how strange it all was. I tried to remember how I got there, or what I had been doing right before the whole relaxing in the grass episode. Nothing. Ah, now I started to worry. I scrunched up my brain, but remembered nothing. Then, it occurred to me, I could ask.
"Why am I in the grass?"
It turns out, I had a seizure. That explains the memory loss. As far as timing, it couldn't have been more perfect (sort of). I was in the van, but I hadn't started driving yet. That would have been really really bad. There was no warning, no trigger (as far as I know). Just dumb luck, if you can call it that. The only real side effects that happened were a headache, and me biting my tongue pretty hard. Yesterday, I had a hard time talking around the injured tongue.
If I remember correctly, Husband got a neighbor to follow him to the truck drop-off place. Don't quote me on that, but I can't figure out any other way he would have gotten it back...
Yesterday, I tried unpacking some, organizing, deciding where things would go, etc. This is going to take a while to finish.
I realize this post doesn't flow as well as my posts normally do. Just the facts, Ma'am.
I'll get back to normal very soon. I'm trying to limit my online time -- or at least balance it between unpacking.
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Nope.
There was no one available to help us out, and as much inner strength I have, it does not translate to muscles! :D Our neighbors (yep, the rednecks) ended up helping us with the heavier stuff, and the last minute packing. Very cool of them.
We arrived at our new house at midnight. We did not want to unload at that point. Luckily, the place we had to drop the truck off wasn't open on Sunday. If it was, we would have had to unload right then, and get the truck back by 9am. That was not gonna happen.
Sunday morning, when we woke up, we were wishing like hell the truck would unload itself. Sadly, it didn't. Our landlord helped us with a couple of the heavy things in the back that would have been impossible for me. Like the huge doghouse, for example. The rest we did ourselves (with the exception of the beast-a-couch). We had such trouble staying motivated, since we were dead on our feet AND hadn't had anything to eat either Saturday or Sunday.
We did refresh ourselves with watermelon at one point (Thanks ~S!). That helped for a little while.
When the truck was finally unloaded (took all freakin' day!), I discovered we had the makings for sandwiches. I promptly declared to the Husband that we were complete idiots. We should have eaten earlier. Oh well. We didn't know.
It was time to take the truck back. I had to follow in the van (so we'd have a way back). I watched Husband try and turn the 26' truck around by our house. It wasn't happening. He was going to have to back down our road, and onto the main road. I offered to go first, so I could sit on the main road, and he wouldn't have to worry about traffic from that direction. He thought it was a good idea, I jumped back in the van, ready to pull out...
Next thing I know, I am laying in the grass, with Husband asking stupid questions like 'How do you feel?' and 'What's the last thing you remember?' Idiot. I was at peace in the grass. It was a nice cool spot to be. I didn't know how I got there, but it felt great! I just wanted him to leave me alone.
A little while later, I realized how strange it all was. I tried to remember how I got there, or what I had been doing right before the whole relaxing in the grass episode. Nothing. Ah, now I started to worry. I scrunched up my brain, but remembered nothing. Then, it occurred to me, I could ask.
"Why am I in the grass?"
It turns out, I had a seizure. That explains the memory loss. As far as timing, it couldn't have been more perfect (sort of). I was in the van, but I hadn't started driving yet. That would have been really really bad. There was no warning, no trigger (as far as I know). Just dumb luck, if you can call it that. The only real side effects that happened were a headache, and me biting my tongue pretty hard. Yesterday, I had a hard time talking around the injured tongue.
If I remember correctly, Husband got a neighbor to follow him to the truck drop-off place. Don't quote me on that, but I can't figure out any other way he would have gotten it back...
Yesterday, I tried unpacking some, organizing, deciding where things would go, etc. This is going to take a while to finish.
I realize this post doesn't flow as well as my posts normally do. Just the facts, Ma'am.
I'll get back to normal very soon. I'm trying to limit my online time -- or at least balance it between unpacking.
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Monday, June 27, 2005
We moved! (Details later)
I'm just dropping a quick line to let all of you know I am still around.
Yep, that's right. I set up the computer first.
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Yep, that's right. I set up the computer first.
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Wednesday, June 22, 2005
C.O.M.B.A.T.4 CHRIST
C.O.M.B.A.T.4CHRIST
or
The Insane Enter Here
Are you flippin' kidding me????
Plus, you have to sign a waiver. You can't hold the Combat teachers, landowners, or anyone else responsible if you get injured. That means when they teach your children to shoot the evil-doers, and they accidentally get shot AND DIE, you can do exactly squat about it.
Yep, I'm gonna send someone to learn from these freaks.
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or
The Insane Enter Here
Are you flippin' kidding me????
Plus, you have to sign a waiver. You can't hold the Combat teachers, landowners, or anyone else responsible if you get injured. That means when they teach your children to shoot the evil-doers, and they accidentally get shot AND DIE, you can do exactly squat about it.
Yep, I'm gonna send someone to learn from these freaks.
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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Buy your own car already! What are you, 12?
Stupid phone call. Every time.
Does anyone else have someone who calls ONLY when they want a ride? Seriously, the only time we hear from this person is for a ride. That wouldn't be so bad -- IF she offered gas money, IF she didn't try to manipulate us, IF she wasn't such an ungrateful wretch...
She did it again today. She called the husband at work . She never just comes right out and asks right away. First it's a 'hey are you going to such-and-such place?', then a few more minutes of chit chat, before she finally gets around to asking for a ride. Same pattern every time. And she did this long drawn out asking at his work.
And it wasn't even a good reason. The people she (and her boyfriend whom she never mentions for a ride -- we're just supposed to assume) is staying with are going to this shindig tonight. She wanted to know if we were going also, because she would like to get out there earlier than her temporary roommates, and she just wanted to see what her ride options were.
Are you fucking kidding me? We are supposed to go out of our way to pick your sorry ass up, when you already have a ride?
Here's a thought: Get your own car, and you can arrive at any time you'd like.
Inspired by It's Not Rocket Science Peeps!. Check it out, and read the welcome messages.
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Does anyone else have someone who calls ONLY when they want a ride? Seriously, the only time we hear from this person is for a ride. That wouldn't be so bad -- IF she offered gas money, IF she didn't try to manipulate us, IF she wasn't such an ungrateful wretch...
She did it again today. She called the husband at work . She never just comes right out and asks right away. First it's a 'hey are you going to such-and-such place?', then a few more minutes of chit chat, before she finally gets around to asking for a ride. Same pattern every time. And she did this long drawn out asking at his work.
And it wasn't even a good reason. The people she (and her boyfriend whom she never mentions for a ride -- we're just supposed to assume) is staying with are going to this shindig tonight. She wanted to know if we were going also, because she would like to get out there earlier than her temporary roommates, and she just wanted to see what her ride options were.
Are you fucking kidding me? We are supposed to go out of our way to pick your sorry ass up, when you already have a ride?
Here's a thought: Get your own car, and you can arrive at any time you'd like.
Inspired by It's Not Rocket Science Peeps!. Check it out, and read the welcome messages.
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Sorry - had to do it.
Normally, I put all the results from my internet quizzes on a separate blog. But I loved the result of this one so much, I just had to post it here.
I found this courtesy of Cyli.
You Are Opium!
You like to have fun and enjoy life. Reeeeeally enjoy life. If it isn't fast, loud, or extreme forget it. You value friendship and are loyal and will not hesiste to go off if someone crosses you.
I found this courtesy of Cyli.
You Are Opium!
What Naughty My Little Pony Are You?
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Monday, June 20, 2005
Raven's Rage
Raven-
Where are you? First a hiatus, and now your blog has vanished! I still check whenever I'm online. If you have a new blog, please let me know. Miss your pictures -- you are too funny to hide away.
~J~
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Where are you? First a hiatus, and now your blog has vanished! I still check whenever I'm online. If you have a new blog, please let me know. Miss your pictures -- you are too funny to hide away.
~J~
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Breathing again
Things are going better.
We have a game plan. We will be packing up one room a night - starting with our bedroom. The Big Move is on Saturday. We won't have internet for a couple days. *pout* More incentive to unpack? We'll see...
We went to a housewarming party last Saturday. Even though I was stressed about being away from packing all day, it turns out I needed it. I have felt fairly relaxed since then. No more urge to get stinkin' drunk.
On another note, what is up with these huge mutant flies???
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We have a game plan. We will be packing up one room a night - starting with our bedroom. The Big Move is on Saturday. We won't have internet for a couple days. *pout* More incentive to unpack? We'll see...
We went to a housewarming party last Saturday. Even though I was stressed about being away from packing all day, it turns out I needed it. I have felt fairly relaxed since then. No more urge to get stinkin' drunk.
On another note, what is up with these huge mutant flies???
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Thursday, June 16, 2005
Whoa.
You know that thingie that tells you how many people are online right now? Mine has been fluctuating between 27 and 31. That has never happened before. It's unprecedented.
Must be a glitch.
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Must be a glitch.
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Techie help required
Why is it my RSS feed (I think that's what it is) isn't working? It never tells me when you guys post!!
Is there a way to fix it?
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Is there a way to fix it?
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Snap, Crackle, Pop!
or
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
or
Dear Everybody,
I am so sick of everything. I am NOT Elastigirl, people. Guess what? I can blow up too. I can get sick of all the stupid whiney shit. Everybody* just back the fuck off.
Why does everyone think their actions, reactions, overreactions, and (my personal fav) guilt trips aren't going to have any kind of effect on me? Hello!!! I may be fucking cool, but I am still human.
I am at the end of my fucking rope. I just want to pack up, and move. That's it. I don't want to socialize. I'm not in the mood. See, if I socialize, I'm not at home packing. That doesn't make me feel better - It makes me feel worse.
I will still go to the things I have committed to. Other than that, I'm not going anywhere; I'm not calling anyone; and if you whine about it, I'm likely to just blow the fuck up.
I just need to do what needs to be done around here. As soon as I move, I'll feel better. I won't have the stress of the move anymore, right??? I'm moving in a little more than a week. Think y'all can keep it together for that long??
I have my own things going on, and I'm trying to take care of me. But right now, the stress level is so high, -and it's not going down- it feels like my heart is going to explode. If I could drink, I would have been drunk for weeks. As it is, I just have to deal with it all by my sober self.
If I know something you don't, it doesn't mean you're stupid.
If you break the rules, I'm gonna get pissed.
If you whine because I didn't run to you for help, I'm gonna lose it.
If you ask me what's wrong, because you haven't heard from me, I'm gonna blow my top.
Here's the thing: My life does not revolve around you. Period. So quit taking everything so fucking personal! Here's a clue: I have my own stuff - I'm not even thinking about anyone else. I'll get back to being my normal, thoughtful, social self. But if y'all keep bugging the shit out of me during this time, I may not contact you when I am feeling social again. See, if y'all keep pissing me off, that's all I'm gonna remember. I'll remember you weren't a friend to me, but you wanted me to be a friend to you. Sorry. Only two-way relationships need apply.
I wish I could say it was just the outsiders stretching me to my limits, but the insiders are pretending I'm silly putty too. I'm all stretched out. I can't give any more. I'm out of patience, and I'm always boiling under the surface. Don't believe me? Y'all want to take it personally again? Get your facts first. Talk to my family. Then you'll see that they've been dealing with it too. They've been feeling the brunt of all my frustration. I would think, of all people, they would get it. Nope. They have been bugging the fuck out of me. Go ahead, ask (just don't ask me). But only if you want to know the truth. I want a break. I want to be alone. I want everyone to just shut the fuck up. I am not here for your amusement. It's not my job to entertain you. Right now, I need to take care of me. And with the feeling of a stroke/heart attack/Zeus-giving-birth type headache always there, I can't take even a tiny droplet more of stress-causing behavior.
I'm a big girl. I work out my own shit. I don't expect anyone to take care of me, and I sure as hell ain't going to run for help at every little thing. If I feel I can handle it, I will. If it gets to the point where I can't handle it, I'll ask for help. Then and only then. Especially since no one has actually been reassuring, or comforting. Everyone has been ME, ME, ME! It's my fucking turn. (If it was just the kid being selfish, I could understand. She's a kid. Right now, I can't even handle that.)
Why is it no one hears me unless I scream? I have been saying why I haven't been around. Calmly and rationally. And it wasn't fucking good enough. If y'all just shut your selfish insecurities up for awhile, you might remember what I said. Nothing to read into. Black and white. It's exactly what I said - only I was nice and considerate enough not to project my stress onto you. I didn't think you'd actually want to feel it. Apparently, I DO need to project my shit onto you for you to believe IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! GET OUT OF YOUR GODDAM HEADS! Hello! I am straight-forward. If I feel I need to express something to you, I will. If you haven't heard anything bad, there's nothing there. Let your imagination work on something a little more productive.
(Now I know how torture got started. I would love to turn this around, and let them all have a taste of what it's like. Oh, to hear them scream...)
I am so ready to snap.
*Not blogosphere people. Just the people I have to actually see and hear.
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Why does everyone think their actions, reactions, overreactions, and (my personal fav) guilt trips aren't going to have any kind of effect on me? Hello!!! I may be fucking cool, but I am still human.
I am at the end of my fucking rope. I just want to pack up, and move. That's it. I don't want to socialize. I'm not in the mood. See, if I socialize, I'm not at home packing. That doesn't make me feel better - It makes me feel worse.
I will still go to the things I have committed to. Other than that, I'm not going anywhere; I'm not calling anyone; and if you whine about it, I'm likely to just blow the fuck up.
I just need to do what needs to be done around here. As soon as I move, I'll feel better. I won't have the stress of the move anymore, right??? I'm moving in a little more than a week. Think y'all can keep it together for that long??
I have my own things going on, and I'm trying to take care of me. But right now, the stress level is so high, -and it's not going down- it feels like my heart is going to explode. If I could drink, I would have been drunk for weeks. As it is, I just have to deal with it all by my sober self.
If I know something you don't, it doesn't mean you're stupid.
If you break the rules, I'm gonna get pissed.
If you whine because I didn't run to you for help, I'm gonna lose it.
If you ask me what's wrong, because you haven't heard from me, I'm gonna blow my top.
Here's the thing: My life does not revolve around you. Period. So quit taking everything so fucking personal! Here's a clue: I have my own stuff - I'm not even thinking about anyone else. I'll get back to being my normal, thoughtful, social self. But if y'all keep bugging the shit out of me during this time, I may not contact you when I am feeling social again. See, if y'all keep pissing me off, that's all I'm gonna remember. I'll remember you weren't a friend to me, but you wanted me to be a friend to you. Sorry. Only two-way relationships need apply.
I wish I could say it was just the outsiders stretching me to my limits, but the insiders are pretending I'm silly putty too. I'm all stretched out. I can't give any more. I'm out of patience, and I'm always boiling under the surface. Don't believe me? Y'all want to take it personally again? Get your facts first. Talk to my family. Then you'll see that they've been dealing with it too. They've been feeling the brunt of all my frustration. I would think, of all people, they would get it. Nope. They have been bugging the fuck out of me. Go ahead, ask (just don't ask me). But only if you want to know the truth. I want a break. I want to be alone. I want everyone to just shut the fuck up. I am not here for your amusement. It's not my job to entertain you. Right now, I need to take care of me. And with the feeling of a stroke/heart attack/Zeus-giving-birth type headache always there, I can't take even a tiny droplet more of stress-causing behavior.
I'm a big girl. I work out my own shit. I don't expect anyone to take care of me, and I sure as hell ain't going to run for help at every little thing. If I feel I can handle it, I will. If it gets to the point where I can't handle it, I'll ask for help. Then and only then. Especially since no one has actually been reassuring, or comforting. Everyone has been ME, ME, ME! It's my fucking turn. (If it was just the kid being selfish, I could understand. She's a kid. Right now, I can't even handle that.)
Why is it no one hears me unless I scream? I have been saying why I haven't been around. Calmly and rationally. And it wasn't fucking good enough. If y'all just shut your selfish insecurities up for awhile, you might remember what I said. Nothing to read into. Black and white. It's exactly what I said - only I was nice and considerate enough not to project my stress onto you. I didn't think you'd actually want to feel it. Apparently, I DO need to project my shit onto you for you to believe IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! GET OUT OF YOUR GODDAM HEADS! Hello! I am straight-forward. If I feel I need to express something to you, I will. If you haven't heard anything bad, there's nothing there. Let your imagination work on something a little more productive.
(Now I know how torture got started. I would love to turn this around, and let them all have a taste of what it's like. Oh, to hear them scream...)
I am so ready to snap.
*Not blogosphere people. Just the people I have to actually see and hear.
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
You know he has a website now??
Okay, I know this is old news, but...
Goddammit! How can they find the creepy dude innocent? They must have had some doubts. One of the judgments is that his bedroom is off-limits. Puhhhleeese. Yeah, like that is reassuring.
Okay. 'Nuff said.
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Goddammit! How can they find the creepy dude innocent? They must have had some doubts. One of the judgments is that his bedroom is off-limits. Puhhhleeese. Yeah, like that is reassuring.
Okay. 'Nuff said.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Anyone else experienced this?
People with narrow minds usually have broad tongues. (Random quote)
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8-Track, trailer Mobile Home...
Rednecks from my home state. This is unbelievable!! They're not just in the South, people.
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I may have my sanity back. Maybe.
I am feeling better today. Apparently, I just needed to get out of the house w/o the family tagging along. I really wanted to leave here, and go to an apartment that was just mine. I could be alone, and it would be quiet.
I did the next best thing. I went and visited ONE friend. A friend that doesn't shout instead of talking, he doesn't make annoying little noises constantly... It was rather peaceful. The only thing loud last night was something that is supposed to be loud: a band. That's a noise I can deal with.
Then I was playing online, watching Foamy cartoons. Foamy rules!!! All hail Foamy! I had to take advantage of the T1 kickass speed -- especially compared to my dial-up. I would have watched Retarded Animal Babies, if I thought there were any new ones. (I suppose it wouldn't hurt to check...)
So anyway, I roll in about 5am, husband says I look much better, he felt better before going to work -- It's been a good day. Here's hoping for even more improvement!!
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I did the next best thing. I went and visited ONE friend. A friend that doesn't shout instead of talking, he doesn't make annoying little noises constantly... It was rather peaceful. The only thing loud last night was something that is supposed to be loud: a band. That's a noise I can deal with.
Then I was playing online, watching Foamy cartoons. Foamy rules!!! All hail Foamy! I had to take advantage of the T1 kickass speed -- especially compared to my dial-up. I would have watched Retarded Animal Babies, if I thought there were any new ones. (I suppose it wouldn't hurt to check...)
So anyway, I roll in about 5am, husband says I look much better, he felt better before going to work -- It's been a good day. Here's hoping for even more improvement!!
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Monday, June 13, 2005
Sanity slipping away...........
A friend of mine described my current condition quite well. He said 'sorry to see that your brain is about to go pop'. How amazingly to the freakin' point.
Summer vacation is here.
Maybe some background info would be helpful.
I need alone time on a daily basis. Not want - need. See, even as a little kid, I would play alone for hours. Not wishing for a kid to play with. Just having a good ol' time by myself. Now, I'm not a loner by any means. Far from it. But in order to keep my sanity, I need time and space to myself. School has been out since May 26th. God help me. All day with the kid, and then husband comes home. I love them. Don't get me wrong. I just want QUIET!!!!
I haven't been feeling social. I just want to be alone. And it's freakin' impossible.
Now add the stress (and excitement) of the move... Argh.
Does anyone know how to get rid of an eye twitch?
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Summer vacation is here.
Maybe some background info would be helpful.
I need alone time on a daily basis. Not want - need. See, even as a little kid, I would play alone for hours. Not wishing for a kid to play with. Just having a good ol' time by myself. Now, I'm not a loner by any means. Far from it. But in order to keep my sanity, I need time and space to myself. School has been out since May 26th. God help me. All day with the kid, and then husband comes home. I love them. Don't get me wrong. I just want QUIET!!!!
I haven't been feeling social. I just want to be alone. And it's freakin' impossible.
Now add the stress (and excitement) of the move... Argh.
Does anyone know how to get rid of an eye twitch?
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Sunday, June 12, 2005
Thought of the day
I cannot, with sound mind and body, worship a God that has temper tantrums and goes on killing sprees.
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Friday, June 10, 2005
Hey I resemble that remark...
Be incomprehensible. If they can't understand, they can't disagree.
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The Monday Test.
You all have to take this test. It's not a stupid, 'what kind of fairy are you?' test.
Trust me, it's worth it.
Link
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Trust me, it's worth it.
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I am so hot. You know you want me.
Yesterday, I'm sitting in this tin can that some people would call a house. It was getting hotter and hotter -- but why? I kept dropping the temp on the AC... Oh. You mean the AC that is blowing WARM air? Oh yeah. That's right. AC broke on me yesterday, and I continued to heat the inside of the house by keeping the 'fan' on.
We were all puddles. We all took cool showers. Outside felt about 30 degrees cooler than in here. And we had to sleep in here. So yucky.
We were able to borrow a fan from the landlord, which my kid was able to use -- since her windows don't open. Unbelievable. Today we have it in the living room, facing out, trying to suck the heat out. It's better in here today than yesterday.
There's only one major problem. Because the windows are open, I am being eaten alive by chiggers. Nice, eh?
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We were all puddles. We all took cool showers. Outside felt about 30 degrees cooler than in here. And we had to sleep in here. So yucky.
We were able to borrow a fan from the landlord, which my kid was able to use -- since her windows don't open. Unbelievable. Today we have it in the living room, facing out, trying to suck the heat out. It's better in here today than yesterday.
There's only one major problem. Because the windows are open, I am being eaten alive by chiggers. Nice, eh?
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Tuesday, June 07, 2005
2 great quotes I received in my email
To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.
-- Theodore Roosevelt
Gerald Brenan said: The things we are best acquainted with are often the
things we lack. This is because we have spent so much time thinking of them.
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-- Theodore Roosevelt
Gerald Brenan said: The things we are best acquainted with are often the
things we lack. This is because we have spent so much time thinking of them.
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Talk Radio
I have discovered BBC Radio -- and I can listen to it!!
Every other time I have tried to listen to internet radio, it sucked. Constant buffering and such. Lots of waiting...
Anyway... "Whose Line is it Anyway?" started out as a radio show, and I was able to hear it today. I'm listening to it as I'm typing this, actually.
I was pointed in the direction of Minnesota Public Radio shows like 'Prairie Home Companion'. (FM radio) Funny stuff!! We (Damn) Yankees do have our own brand of humor, however. If you don't get it, you'll hate it - or so I hear. (There's a challenge for y'all!)
Actually, (I just discovered this) you can listen to the MN show on the BBC Radio Launcher. If you want to take the challenge, it's the Garrison Keillor's Radio Show.
BBC Radio link
Prairie Home Companion link
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Every other time I have tried to listen to internet radio, it sucked. Constant buffering and such. Lots of waiting...
Anyway... "Whose Line is it Anyway?" started out as a radio show, and I was able to hear it today. I'm listening to it as I'm typing this, actually.
I was pointed in the direction of Minnesota Public Radio shows like 'Prairie Home Companion'. (FM radio) Funny stuff!! We (Damn) Yankees do have our own brand of humor, however. If you don't get it, you'll hate it - or so I hear. (There's a challenge for y'all!)
Actually, (I just discovered this) you can listen to the MN show on the BBC Radio Launcher. If you want to take the challenge, it's the Garrison Keillor's Radio Show.
BBC Radio link
Prairie Home Companion link
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Monday, June 06, 2005
Seriously need to get my head checked... I think it needs a tune-up
I had a very busy weekend. We were packing, and we brought a couple loads out to the new house. I walked around figuring out exactly where everything is going to go. We have so much shit, I tells ya. Bedrooms are a bit smaller, but there are three of them. Plus, we won't have to put all the 'extra' furniture in the living room. In fact, I'll be putting one of our bookcases in the kitchen. We will have room in the dining room for people to actually sit around the table (as opposed to only 2 sides exposed for chairs). We really need a computer desk. A small computer desk.
It will be really nice having a sewing room. Granted, it'll be a bit more crowded with both of our machines in there... But I can totally deal with that to have a separate place to sew!
So, I've been there twice. I pretty much have everything placed where it's going to go (in my head), except for one very, very, very important item. Something crucial to my everyday living. As in, if I was on a desert island, I'd want this with me.
My coffee maker.
Are you laughing at me?? *huff*
Seriously though. I was in the kitchen, comparing counters, cupboards, etc. I tried to figure out where it would be the most convenient, but also, the least invasive. Since I cannot figure out which space on the counter to put it, I've been coming up with all kinds of hare-brained ideas. Like in our bathroom. Makes sense -- it's the first place you go when you wake up. Right? Or the living room -- just because it's comfortable in there, and why not do something different?
This is a serious problem, folks...
I can figure out how to arrange all our shit in the smaller bedrooms, but the coffee maker????? My brain is totally misfiring.
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It will be really nice having a sewing room. Granted, it'll be a bit more crowded with both of our machines in there... But I can totally deal with that to have a separate place to sew!
So, I've been there twice. I pretty much have everything placed where it's going to go (in my head), except for one very, very, very important item. Something crucial to my everyday living. As in, if I was on a desert island, I'd want this with me.
My coffee maker.
Are you laughing at me?? *huff*
Seriously though. I was in the kitchen, comparing counters, cupboards, etc. I tried to figure out where it would be the most convenient, but also, the least invasive. Since I cannot figure out which space on the counter to put it, I've been coming up with all kinds of hare-brained ideas. Like in our bathroom. Makes sense -- it's the first place you go when you wake up. Right? Or the living room -- just because it's comfortable in there, and why not do something different?
This is a serious problem, folks...
I can figure out how to arrange all our shit in the smaller bedrooms, but the coffee maker????? My brain is totally misfiring.
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Friday, June 03, 2005
We're moving!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep, that's right folks. We found a place.
It's a 3 bedroom, 2 full bathroom place. And the best part? You can't hook it up to some truck and haul it away! I am flipping out with unbridled joy!
...Until I look at all the packing... But then I remember my house-without-wheels, and I'm all better. Want to join me on my roller coaster?
I have pictures of the place , but I gotta tell you -- it's not my camera that pixelated the pics; 'Hello' did it all by itself. Damn it. Try to ignore all the tiny little boxes that make up the photo. (Wish I knew how to correct that annoying problem) Anyhoo, you'll get to see where I will be living.
The guy next door (read: landlord) looks like an old biker guy. He has been driving a school bus for 18 years -- so Little Diva will just have to walk to the bus, instead of waiting for it. How cool is that! (Now to figure out exactly which school that will be.)
Cable is already hooked up, and paid for, which means we have a good possibility of getting a ... *drum roll, please* cable modem!!! Can you imagine me without dial-up? I get giddy and light-headed with just the idea of it...
We will also be living a lot closer to our friends who were the reason we moved to TN in the first place. Most people think I moved down here to be closer to my parents. Me? I think that is an insane idea! Why would I move closer?? But alas, that part of my life has greatly improved also.
Yep. I love change. I think it's because I/We am/are so stable. A whirlwind could happen around me, but the inner core remains the same. So instead of something scary, it just becomes a new experience (even if the new thing freaks me out, I know who I can turn to). Good thing my family (as in husband and kid) enjoys the ride! For instance, we've all been just itching to move for around 6 months to a year now -- depending on which one of us you ask. According to my husband, we average about a year and a half in one place before moving on. We've been here 2 years. I've needed out of here much longer than either one of them, if I remember correctly.
And I'm rambling. I've been doing that a lot lately...
Woo hoo! New house!!
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It's a 3 bedroom, 2 full bathroom place. And the best part? You can't hook it up to some truck and haul it away! I am flipping out with unbridled joy!
...Until I look at all the packing... But then I remember my house-without-wheels, and I'm all better. Want to join me on my roller coaster?
I have pictures of the place , but I gotta tell you -- it's not my camera that pixelated the pics; 'Hello' did it all by itself. Damn it. Try to ignore all the tiny little boxes that make up the photo. (Wish I knew how to correct that annoying problem) Anyhoo, you'll get to see where I will be living.
The guy next door (read: landlord) looks like an old biker guy. He has been driving a school bus for 18 years -- so Little Diva will just have to walk to the bus, instead of waiting for it. How cool is that! (Now to figure out exactly which school that will be.)
Cable is already hooked up, and paid for, which means we have a good possibility of getting a ... *drum roll, please* cable modem!!! Can you imagine me without dial-up? I get giddy and light-headed with just the idea of it...
We will also be living a lot closer to our friends who were the reason we moved to TN in the first place. Most people think I moved down here to be closer to my parents. Me? I think that is an insane idea! Why would I move closer?? But alas, that part of my life has greatly improved also.
Yep. I love change. I think it's because I/We am/are so stable. A whirlwind could happen around me, but the inner core remains the same. So instead of something scary, it just becomes a new experience (even if the new thing freaks me out, I know who I can turn to). Good thing my family (as in husband and kid) enjoys the ride! For instance, we've all been just itching to move for around 6 months to a year now -- depending on which one of us you ask. According to my husband, we average about a year and a half in one place before moving on. We've been here 2 years. I've needed out of here much longer than either one of them, if I remember correctly.
And I'm rambling. I've been doing that a lot lately...
Woo hoo! New house!!
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Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Stressed, overwhelmed, but much better.
I know I've disappeared off the face of the planet. Sorry about that. I'm hearing about it in my non-computer life too.
We are moving this summer. That means I need to find a place to move to, box everything up, try and keep my house somewhat clean (yeah, that'll happen), etc., etc., etc.
Needless to say, I've been stressed. Then I got overwhelmed. Funny thing happens to me once I become overwhelmed. I stop. I stop everything. Picture me, in the fetal position (slight exaggeration), looking at everything that needs to be done, making list after list in my head, but unable to accomplish any of it because I'm stopped. However, my stress level would go down if I accomplished something. But I'm stopped. Vicious cycle, no?
This last Monday was the first mostly relaxed day I've had in weeks. It helped a lot that some friends brought over empty boxes (another source for my stress - where am I going to get enough boxes???). Yesterday I found possible houses (actual houses, not trailers, Thank god!). That relieved some stress.
Point is, I've been holed up in my house - except for when I've had to leave, and I haven't even had much of an internet urge. Weird, eh?
That reminds me.... I need to flip the calendar to June.
So, how y'all been??
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We are moving this summer. That means I need to find a place to move to, box everything up, try and keep my house somewhat clean (yeah, that'll happen), etc., etc., etc.
Needless to say, I've been stressed. Then I got overwhelmed. Funny thing happens to me once I become overwhelmed. I stop. I stop everything. Picture me, in the fetal position (slight exaggeration), looking at everything that needs to be done, making list after list in my head, but unable to accomplish any of it because I'm stopped. However, my stress level would go down if I accomplished something. But I'm stopped. Vicious cycle, no?
This last Monday was the first mostly relaxed day I've had in weeks. It helped a lot that some friends brought over empty boxes (another source for my stress - where am I going to get enough boxes???). Yesterday I found possible houses (actual houses, not trailers, Thank god!). That relieved some stress.
Point is, I've been holed up in my house - except for when I've had to leave, and I haven't even had much of an internet urge. Weird, eh?
That reminds me.... I need to flip the calendar to June.
So, how y'all been??
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