Been awhile since I've been here, but lots of things have shifted life's energy. Hopefully the re-birth of my idol will energize me.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Everything is Relative to Personal Perspective
Let's start with my day. First, because I wound up taking meds so late last night, I had one hell of a time getting up this morning. I'm beginning to understand the benefits AND the side effects to some of these meds. Funny. One of those bennies and effects is that I actually sleep 8 hours a night. So if I take the meds at 9, go down at 10, getting up at 4:30 is tough. That being said, I was running so groggy and behind until about 6:30AM that I drove off to work in my house slippers. I realized it when I got half way there and actually considered wearing them to the office, but I knew I couldn't explain them in my meeting at 8, so back home I went. THEN I got caught in the traffic I dread so much at the 7:15 minute.
We (Atlanta) actually made the national news again. This time we now hold the dubious distinction of being the SECOND worse City in the country for commuters. The DOT did a comprehensive traffic study, which included examining air quality, number of wrecks, distance to work, etc. Another reason everyone is moving back into the City. Everyone else is sick of traffic, too. You either learn to live with it, or don't. I chose not to. I actually plan my day around traffic. Sad, but we're SECOND to the worst. Only L.A. is worse, barely. Well, keep it up, Atlanta, and I'm sure we can be NUMBER ONE next year!!!
I'm having to rent a car this week for various reasons, but without any public transportation, what option do you have if you have no vehicle and you live in this "International" City? It ain't like New York or London, or DC. For me to get to work, I literally have to take three buses, or one bus, two trains, stop about 35 times and sit with some "interesting" people. Actually, it wouldn't be that bad, except that I only live 6 miles from my fucking job. A cab ride? Well, I'm not sure how much it would cost to get to Tech from here, but I know that it's $40 round trip to Turner Field and I live 2 miles from there. Hell, I've even started walking to the Braves games. What the fuck? I'm usually so pissed that I don't have the option of public transit, it shows clearly on my face and people can usually tell what kind of mood I'm in when I walk through the 'hood.
Baby Bro and Frenchy will be here at fucking MIDNIGHT tomorrow. Good: Gives me more time to clean this shithole, BAD: It's godamn MIDNIGHT. With this medicine, I have no idea what planet I'm on at M-I-D-N-I-G-T! Leave it to them to pick a time to arrive AFTER I get over Vampire Hours. Actually, it's not so bad. I can't wait to drag them over to "Junior Miss", that little house with the "Nature-made skylight". The look on their face will be priceless. Maybe then I'll drag them to Loca Luna with CR just to shake them up a bit. This could be a fun 48 hours. Almost like my Last Meal since I have to really get my shit together Saturday --- and most likely Sunday to see where the hell I am going.
In the meantime, I'm being more productive and feeling much better and stronger than I have in seven months. I'm dining on that crow now, as I recall Doctor Evil saying to me to "be patient", and Daddy saying, "be patient". I just didn't think "patient" could go on for 7 months.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I got some of my artwork back from the framers and I eager to get it up. I also had enough energy today to sand and seal the back stairs before they crumbled to the ground. Of course, the Weatherman said "isolated showers" and when I looked at 3 PM, nada. I finished around 6:30, came in got a shower, and here comes the rain. Actually, it was more like a thunderstorm accompanied by lots of rain. I haven't been out there yet to see if it had sealed before the rain hit, but that wood was so dry, it took the full two gallons. Thank you, gods of construction.
Well, we've had our aforementioned sleepy meds, and I still need to get some more cranberry juice down the gullet. Not only is pure cranberry juice just the fucking tartest crap on the planet, but it is BY far the most expensive. Hell, even pomegranate is cheaper and you need more of them to make the same amount of juice. Go figure I get stuck with the cranberry to suck down. Pomegranates don't do shit for your kidneys.
And to end this day upon a note of relativity and perspective; today was a relatively good day for me because I have a friend who went in for both an endoscopy AND a colonoscopy today.
Hey, my life just ain't so bad sometimes.
We (Atlanta) actually made the national news again. This time we now hold the dubious distinction of being the SECOND worse City in the country for commuters. The DOT did a comprehensive traffic study, which included examining air quality, number of wrecks, distance to work, etc. Another reason everyone is moving back into the City. Everyone else is sick of traffic, too. You either learn to live with it, or don't. I chose not to. I actually plan my day around traffic. Sad, but we're SECOND to the worst. Only L.A. is worse, barely. Well, keep it up, Atlanta, and I'm sure we can be NUMBER ONE next year!!!
I'm having to rent a car this week for various reasons, but without any public transportation, what option do you have if you have no vehicle and you live in this "International" City? It ain't like New York or London, or DC. For me to get to work, I literally have to take three buses, or one bus, two trains, stop about 35 times and sit with some "interesting" people. Actually, it wouldn't be that bad, except that I only live 6 miles from my fucking job. A cab ride? Well, I'm not sure how much it would cost to get to Tech from here, but I know that it's $40 round trip to Turner Field and I live 2 miles from there. Hell, I've even started walking to the Braves games. What the fuck? I'm usually so pissed that I don't have the option of public transit, it shows clearly on my face and people can usually tell what kind of mood I'm in when I walk through the 'hood.
Baby Bro and Frenchy will be here at fucking MIDNIGHT tomorrow. Good: Gives me more time to clean this shithole, BAD: It's godamn MIDNIGHT. With this medicine, I have no idea what planet I'm on at M-I-D-N-I-G-T! Leave it to them to pick a time to arrive AFTER I get over Vampire Hours. Actually, it's not so bad. I can't wait to drag them over to "Junior Miss", that little house with the "Nature-made skylight". The look on their face will be priceless. Maybe then I'll drag them to Loca Luna with CR just to shake them up a bit. This could be a fun 48 hours. Almost like my Last Meal since I have to really get my shit together Saturday --- and most likely Sunday to see where the hell I am going.
In the meantime, I'm being more productive and feeling much better and stronger than I have in seven months. I'm dining on that crow now, as I recall Doctor Evil saying to me to "be patient", and Daddy saying, "be patient". I just didn't think "patient" could go on for 7 months.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I got some of my artwork back from the framers and I eager to get it up. I also had enough energy today to sand and seal the back stairs before they crumbled to the ground. Of course, the Weatherman said "isolated showers" and when I looked at 3 PM, nada. I finished around 6:30, came in got a shower, and here comes the rain. Actually, it was more like a thunderstorm accompanied by lots of rain. I haven't been out there yet to see if it had sealed before the rain hit, but that wood was so dry, it took the full two gallons. Thank you, gods of construction.
Well, we've had our aforementioned sleepy meds, and I still need to get some more cranberry juice down the gullet. Not only is pure cranberry juice just the fucking tartest crap on the planet, but it is BY far the most expensive. Hell, even pomegranate is cheaper and you need more of them to make the same amount of juice. Go figure I get stuck with the cranberry to suck down. Pomegranates don't do shit for your kidneys.
And to end this day upon a note of relativity and perspective; today was a relatively good day for me because I have a friend who went in for both an endoscopy AND a colonoscopy today.
Hey, my life just ain't so bad sometimes.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Damn, On the Mark Again
Tarot for today and it's only 4:30 in the morning...
"An even-keeled approach to romance can earn you extra points from someone you love. Even if you are engaged in a continuing disagreement, who is right or wrong matters less to you today. What is important, however, is how you can creatively turn a difficult situation into one where everyone is declared a winner. Your attitude is the key factor in making this happen."
Well, my attitude is always in question. Right now, I still feel like I've been kicked in the stomach (figuratively) and I'm not sure if that feeling will turn to malaise or sheer rage. Again, it really does depend on which Twin wants to rear her head at any given moment. Take it or leave it, call it pathology or bi-polar, or MPD, or being a woman, but that's my reality. Are we clear?
It will be another long day since I've been up since about 2:30 running anti-virus software so I don't have to unplug this fucking harddrive for a second time in as many months and carry it in to some techno-swammy, who will charge me over a C note to do something I know he learned in Computer Science 101. It will probably take the little genius about 5 minutes to do what I've been trying to do in 5 days, but one never realizes how critical the Internet is until it is gone. What's worse is when it's "just acting up" because you never know if it will be working or not when you go to log on. If it had just told me that it was "broken" on Tuesday, I wouldn't have wasted all this time between ComCast and trying to de-bug it/virus protect it myself. What a parallel to life sometimes.
Well, it's now going on sunrise, which I happen to enjoy if I'm either on the eastern coast or sitting on the correct side of a mountain. However, sitting on my porch, examining the trash the pigs left out last night and the dog shit in my yard (I don't have a dog), and the cat food that the raccoons scattered all over the porch, and drinking a cup of coffee (don't tell Doc), maybe I'll consider tarot and just take it minute by minute.
"An even-keeled approach to romance can earn you extra points from someone you love. Even if you are engaged in a continuing disagreement, who is right or wrong matters less to you today. What is important, however, is how you can creatively turn a difficult situation into one where everyone is declared a winner. Your attitude is the key factor in making this happen."
Well, my attitude is always in question. Right now, I still feel like I've been kicked in the stomach (figuratively) and I'm not sure if that feeling will turn to malaise or sheer rage. Again, it really does depend on which Twin wants to rear her head at any given moment. Take it or leave it, call it pathology or bi-polar, or MPD, or being a woman, but that's my reality. Are we clear?
It will be another long day since I've been up since about 2:30 running anti-virus software so I don't have to unplug this fucking harddrive for a second time in as many months and carry it in to some techno-swammy, who will charge me over a C note to do something I know he learned in Computer Science 101. It will probably take the little genius about 5 minutes to do what I've been trying to do in 5 days, but one never realizes how critical the Internet is until it is gone. What's worse is when it's "just acting up" because you never know if it will be working or not when you go to log on. If it had just told me that it was "broken" on Tuesday, I wouldn't have wasted all this time between ComCast and trying to de-bug it/virus protect it myself. What a parallel to life sometimes.
Well, it's now going on sunrise, which I happen to enjoy if I'm either on the eastern coast or sitting on the correct side of a mountain. However, sitting on my porch, examining the trash the pigs left out last night and the dog shit in my yard (I don't have a dog), and the cat food that the raccoons scattered all over the porch, and drinking a cup of coffee (don't tell Doc), maybe I'll consider tarot and just take it minute by minute.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
The Pair
How the hell can I be so stupid and blind for so fucking long? Thank God, I've always been a journaling type (thanks to Catholic school typing class) because it helps to have a relief. It also gives me a nice little record of how screeewwwweed I'm getting right now.
This was inevitable, but I thought it would be a little nicer.
It's hard to believe you can live, work, and play with the same person every day and know so little about them? Or maybe I did know and just chose to ignore it. It wouldn't be the first time.
Things are already getting better, though. The office is almost organized, I have a plan for getting through the next week, and then we will just go from there. Sounds like the Prozac talking. No wonder AmberGrace is like the dead on this stuff.
This lack of communication, though, will not fly with me. If you know me, not only do I tell you every-fucking-thing my pea-brain is thinking, but most of the time, it's at a dog-pitch level. I just don't care to have to guess what others are thinking or why they are behaving like they are and thus don't want people to have to "guess" what's on my mind. Trust me, it's usually clearly spoken, but sometimes my thought processes and decision making vary throughout the day, depending on which Twin is out at the time.
So our little makeshift team of cottage builders and I meet Drew at the "house". I liked the comment we made when writing to Baby Bro (aka my investor) - "it has adorable features like the naturally created skylight with the oak branch sticking out of it."
Funny.
CR and I are going to have it out about whether to tear down the back addition and build a deck with another room, or reno the existing. In other words, go through the tortuous permitting process or fix what's there. However, when I described the back of this house to Bro, I told them that 3/4ths of the "floor" was sitting on CMU block and the other corner was being held up with a fucking car jack!!!! I shit you not.
Let's see, knowing me and my aforementioned opinionated communication techniques, who do you think will win this one? Actually, Bro is the one to make the final decision and he knows better than to not back yours truly.
I wanted to go back over there today and get pictures, but it was raining and since the skylight really does have a 12" oak branch sticking through it, I didn't feel like swamping it. Too bad the branch didn't take out the shitty appliances.
But, I got good ju-ju when I walked in the door. Kinda like a little house saying, "I'm really just a cottage with a tiny yard on a 'quiet' corner. OK, that's sappy, but you get my drift. CR wants this horrible two story burn job, but that simply will not happen. Besides, except for the kitchen, the windows are new (cheap, but one hell of a lot more eco-friendly than mine), the floors are heart of pine in good condition, and except for that little hiccup in the kitchen, the ceiling a roof line look solid. NO CR, I'm not hiring a fucking structural engineer to come out and give me an idea of it's integrity, considering we are only talking $60K. I really like the idea of working on a project so close to this house so I can go over there during Vampire Hours, which are actually getting better, and work.
Alas, speaking of work, it's late for this possum and I have a shittttttllllooooaaad to do tomorrow and all I want to do is work on my porch and basement. ARRRGGGG!
This was inevitable, but I thought it would be a little nicer.
It's hard to believe you can live, work, and play with the same person every day and know so little about them? Or maybe I did know and just chose to ignore it. It wouldn't be the first time.
Things are already getting better, though. The office is almost organized, I have a plan for getting through the next week, and then we will just go from there. Sounds like the Prozac talking. No wonder AmberGrace is like the dead on this stuff.
This lack of communication, though, will not fly with me. If you know me, not only do I tell you every-fucking-thing my pea-brain is thinking, but most of the time, it's at a dog-pitch level. I just don't care to have to guess what others are thinking or why they are behaving like they are and thus don't want people to have to "guess" what's on my mind. Trust me, it's usually clearly spoken, but sometimes my thought processes and decision making vary throughout the day, depending on which Twin is out at the time.
So our little makeshift team of cottage builders and I meet Drew at the "house". I liked the comment we made when writing to Baby Bro (aka my investor) - "it has adorable features like the naturally created skylight with the oak branch sticking out of it."
Funny.
CR and I are going to have it out about whether to tear down the back addition and build a deck with another room, or reno the existing. In other words, go through the tortuous permitting process or fix what's there. However, when I described the back of this house to Bro, I told them that 3/4ths of the "floor" was sitting on CMU block and the other corner was being held up with a fucking car jack!!!! I shit you not.
Let's see, knowing me and my aforementioned opinionated communication techniques, who do you think will win this one? Actually, Bro is the one to make the final decision and he knows better than to not back yours truly.
I wanted to go back over there today and get pictures, but it was raining and since the skylight really does have a 12" oak branch sticking through it, I didn't feel like swamping it. Too bad the branch didn't take out the shitty appliances.
But, I got good ju-ju when I walked in the door. Kinda like a little house saying, "I'm really just a cottage with a tiny yard on a 'quiet' corner. OK, that's sappy, but you get my drift. CR wants this horrible two story burn job, but that simply will not happen. Besides, except for the kitchen, the windows are new (cheap, but one hell of a lot more eco-friendly than mine), the floors are heart of pine in good condition, and except for that little hiccup in the kitchen, the ceiling a roof line look solid. NO CR, I'm not hiring a fucking structural engineer to come out and give me an idea of it's integrity, considering we are only talking $60K. I really like the idea of working on a project so close to this house so I can go over there during Vampire Hours, which are actually getting better, and work.
Alas, speaking of work, it's late for this possum and I have a shittttttllllooooaaad to do tomorrow and all I want to do is work on my porch and basement. ARRRGGGG!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Tarot Kicks My Ass Again
"Decisions on the home front may not come easily today, yet your choices probably aren't as critical as they seem. Part of the problem stems from being in the middle of an unsolvable dilemma. Once you accept the notion that immediate resolution is not likely, you are freed from having to take any action at all. Wait and see what happens before you make your next move."
Or it could be that fucking awesome banana bread I call a "thank you" gift to the City of Atlanta. I really do hate the word "bribe" since I really do think it's called "DAMAGE CONTROL". If some people understood that 10 years ago, I wouldn't have a job right now, so I guess G is right... what goes around, comes around.
The boys have left me. Am I happy? Let's define "happy", eh? Happy means to me: kicking back with someone who you think shares the same desires and goals that you do and fucking laughing when things do not go as planned.
When you do this and you wind up crying your eyes out, that is not "happy" in my personal Thesarus. I love being told by my Father that I need to "grow up and quit whining like a child." Yup, damn near the big 4-0 and my DADDY is telling me to grow up. Boy Howdie ----- am I making progress yet or should the sheriff pick me up at Branson's house again? 'Course only a hand full of folks would understand that reference. Thank YOU, God.
I'm so sore and tired, I feel like a Zombie, but alive we are, and thank YOU GOD. why do I always seem to hang out with retards and runts? --- I mean, why do I always hang with people who think they deserve handouts? That's a cop-out because my Daddy was the same way with my brothers and me... I never saw Daddy pull a shotgun on my Bro's dates, though. That is a funny memory, whatchin' Joe Mac run down the drive way while my Daddy was loading his 12 gauge.
Oh and lest we forget the most pleasant family moment when I found second base for the first time on my Daddy's barroom couch. That memory still stays in my mind, meanwhile, I cannot remember if I cooked supper for tonight. But memories of that night with routy's hands up my shirt, was priceless when my Father came in to mix his Gin and Tonic. I'd be amazed if he remembers those days, but after the lecture this afternoon, I'm pretty sure his memory can out score even mine.
Too many meds tonight. I'm really looking forward to the darkness. Once again, I will be alone because I am not a priority.
Simply put.
Or it could be that fucking awesome banana bread I call a "thank you" gift to the City of Atlanta. I really do hate the word "bribe" since I really do think it's called "DAMAGE CONTROL". If some people understood that 10 years ago, I wouldn't have a job right now, so I guess G is right... what goes around, comes around.
The boys have left me. Am I happy? Let's define "happy", eh? Happy means to me: kicking back with someone who you think shares the same desires and goals that you do and fucking laughing when things do not go as planned.
When you do this and you wind up crying your eyes out, that is not "happy" in my personal Thesarus. I love being told by my Father that I need to "grow up and quit whining like a child." Yup, damn near the big 4-0 and my DADDY is telling me to grow up. Boy Howdie ----- am I making progress yet or should the sheriff pick me up at Branson's house again? 'Course only a hand full of folks would understand that reference. Thank YOU, God.
I'm so sore and tired, I feel like a Zombie, but alive we are, and thank YOU GOD. why do I always seem to hang out with retards and runts? --- I mean, why do I always hang with people who think they deserve handouts? That's a cop-out because my Daddy was the same way with my brothers and me... I never saw Daddy pull a shotgun on my Bro's dates, though. That is a funny memory, whatchin' Joe Mac run down the drive way while my Daddy was loading his 12 gauge.
Oh and lest we forget the most pleasant family moment when I found second base for the first time on my Daddy's barroom couch. That memory still stays in my mind, meanwhile, I cannot remember if I cooked supper for tonight. But memories of that night with routy's hands up my shirt, was priceless when my Father came in to mix his Gin and Tonic. I'd be amazed if he remembers those days, but after the lecture this afternoon, I'm pretty sure his memory can out score even mine.
Too many meds tonight. I'm really looking forward to the darkness. Once again, I will be alone because I am not a priority.
Simply put.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Week Two
And Tarot for this morning says, "The Moon is in playful Leo today, reminding us how important it is to make time for relaxation and enjoyment. Lions tend to sleep a lot by catching catnaps throughout the day. Similarly, we can have more fun now by grabbing it whenever and wherever possible, instead of expecting a more formal invitation. Also, today's the first full day with Venus, the planet of love, in discerning Virgo, which sharpens our already critical eyes."
I don't even know why I bother reading this since it always seems so creepily on the mark, but I like the "lion" reference and the "catnap" reference... considerably.
I only had one minor meltdown yesterday and chose to physically work it off for the first time in a while. Happily, most of those around me knew that leaving me be during my "therapy" (I built out my walk-in closet - finally), we'd all be off better.
Here's where I have the advantage, though. I've been up since 4AM (that fucking, naggy cough) and have finished a good portion of the inside/computer crap that I still have to have done by tomorrow. Also, I have a considerable amount of GT work that I want completed so I can hit the bank and the lawyer's again on Monday.
We seem to be making some minor headway with the second house, and watching the roaches crawl out of the projects is enlightening and encouraging. A woman at Home Depot yesterday morning was talking to another one and it went something like this:
Woman 1: You live on Englewood or IN Englewood (there's a slight difference as "IN" Englewood means the AHA Projects).
Woman 2: IN Englewood.
Woman 1: And you gotta move out?
Woman 2: Yeah.
Woman 1: That sucks.
Susan: That's FUCKING AWESOME!
Ok, so I didn't want to get shot so I actually didn't say anything, but I did a very short tap dance out in the parking lot. I'm so fucking sick and tired of apathetic, useless people ---- trust me, I don't give a shit about colour, but L-A-Z-Y really pisses me off.
I had a chat with my Good Neighbour, Miss Ann. We were out in my front yard and I stopped her and asked her something about the 'hood. About that time, her 16-year old grandson came out her front door, head down, tail between his legs and didn't even look at Miss Ann. Then he headed down the street toward the MARTA stop.
I guess he must have screwed the pooch because I asked her where he was going and she gave me this look that said, "Where the FUCK do you THINK??? - THE MARTA BUS STOP", then finished it off with a verbal, "And if he doesn't get into trouble at work, starts learning to respect his elders, and I don't get drunk tonight, I might pick him up at Midnight. Otherwise, he's back on the bus."
That had to be some of the most apropos, poignant, funny TRUE-LIFE comments I've heard in a long time. I sometimes feel kinda sorry for her, but she's actually always given me some pretty good advice about kinder-raising (actually, it's more about kinder-toleration).
The Goobers pressure washed the front porch and it looks amazingly good. Also, the back stairs, but it's actually been raining. Go figure, we've been in a draught for 6 months and the first time I go to spray water on everything, the rain keeps it from drying.
I'm looking forward to prep-ing the front porch, the priming, the paint. All of it. I was actually able to do the closet with donated cedar from a job and dowels/hangers from storage. Total cost $5.35. I still have to finish the ceiling and skim the walls, but that's another rainy day job.
Speaking of which, it is beginning to rain now and the sun is coming out. Someone in this house mentioned wanting to pressure wash the front of the house while we are LEGALLY allowed to water - which ends in 3 mere hours. They were out there yesterday afternoon, in broad daylight, pressure washing the front porch. Not that this is a big deal except we didn't remember that we were violating at least five City Ordinances until it was finished 2 hours later. Here I am trying to get rid of pigs, and all they had to do was call and I would have gotten popped with a either a warning or a nice little fine.
See, it's all this legal/financial shit that's ruining my brain.
Time to go wake sleeping bears and a sleeping bear cub. This should be fun. As I've said, I have a three hour advantage over them and even tarot said the word, "lion", which in my opinion can take out a clan of bears.
Meow.
I don't even know why I bother reading this since it always seems so creepily on the mark, but I like the "lion" reference and the "catnap" reference... considerably.
I only had one minor meltdown yesterday and chose to physically work it off for the first time in a while. Happily, most of those around me knew that leaving me be during my "therapy" (I built out my walk-in closet - finally), we'd all be off better.
Here's where I have the advantage, though. I've been up since 4AM (that fucking, naggy cough) and have finished a good portion of the inside/computer crap that I still have to have done by tomorrow. Also, I have a considerable amount of GT work that I want completed so I can hit the bank and the lawyer's again on Monday.
We seem to be making some minor headway with the second house, and watching the roaches crawl out of the projects is enlightening and encouraging. A woman at Home Depot yesterday morning was talking to another one and it went something like this:
Woman 1: You live on Englewood or IN Englewood (there's a slight difference as "IN" Englewood means the AHA Projects).
Woman 2: IN Englewood.
Woman 1: And you gotta move out?
Woman 2: Yeah.
Woman 1: That sucks.
Susan: That's FUCKING AWESOME!
Ok, so I didn't want to get shot so I actually didn't say anything, but I did a very short tap dance out in the parking lot. I'm so fucking sick and tired of apathetic, useless people ---- trust me, I don't give a shit about colour, but L-A-Z-Y really pisses me off.
I had a chat with my Good Neighbour, Miss Ann. We were out in my front yard and I stopped her and asked her something about the 'hood. About that time, her 16-year old grandson came out her front door, head down, tail between his legs and didn't even look at Miss Ann. Then he headed down the street toward the MARTA stop.
I guess he must have screwed the pooch because I asked her where he was going and she gave me this look that said, "Where the FUCK do you THINK??? - THE MARTA BUS STOP", then finished it off with a verbal, "And if he doesn't get into trouble at work, starts learning to respect his elders, and I don't get drunk tonight, I might pick him up at Midnight. Otherwise, he's back on the bus."
That had to be some of the most apropos, poignant, funny TRUE-LIFE comments I've heard in a long time. I sometimes feel kinda sorry for her, but she's actually always given me some pretty good advice about kinder-raising (actually, it's more about kinder-toleration).
The Goobers pressure washed the front porch and it looks amazingly good. Also, the back stairs, but it's actually been raining. Go figure, we've been in a draught for 6 months and the first time I go to spray water on everything, the rain keeps it from drying.
I'm looking forward to prep-ing the front porch, the priming, the paint. All of it. I was actually able to do the closet with donated cedar from a job and dowels/hangers from storage. Total cost $5.35. I still have to finish the ceiling and skim the walls, but that's another rainy day job.
Speaking of which, it is beginning to rain now and the sun is coming out. Someone in this house mentioned wanting to pressure wash the front of the house while we are LEGALLY allowed to water - which ends in 3 mere hours. They were out there yesterday afternoon, in broad daylight, pressure washing the front porch. Not that this is a big deal except we didn't remember that we were violating at least five City Ordinances until it was finished 2 hours later. Here I am trying to get rid of pigs, and all they had to do was call and I would have gotten popped with a either a warning or a nice little fine.
See, it's all this legal/financial shit that's ruining my brain.
Time to go wake sleeping bears and a sleeping bear cub. This should be fun. As I've said, I have a three hour advantage over them and even tarot said the word, "lion", which in my opinion can take out a clan of bears.
Meow.
Friday, July 13, 2007
WE Made Headlines, Again
I'm so proud to be from Atlanta where we have sex tapes and Canadian wrestlers who off their family members. Oh, and Shirley? - I haven't seen nor heard from her lately and I'm always down at City Hall.
Lawdie, Lawdie...
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/07/13/teen.sex/index.html
And the pigs are out en masse tonight. It just keeps getting better, but that's why they invented pharmacuticals. Nighty-nighty.
Lawdie, Lawdie...
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/07/13/teen.sex/index.html
And the pigs are out en masse tonight. It just keeps getting better, but that's why they invented pharmacuticals. Nighty-nighty.
Tarot's Got My Number Again
"You may wish that you didn't have so many things to do, but your life could settle down a bit after tomorrow's New Moon. Don't wait until you've hit the wall, for if you don't pull back soon, you could crash from sheer exhaustion. Start applying the brakes gently by getting some much-needed rest and relaxation."
Hmmmm, I don't think I needed to read my tarot cards to figure this one out, but it's always nice to have a second opinion.
Meds are not sitting well with me this morning. Stresses, no food on the tummy, and not enough Pedialite to be able to handle nuclear medication, but guess who's fault that is?
Now I have to go to the City and play politics and diplomatic games with total and complete idiots. They simply do not pay me enough to do this because if you knew my temper, you'd know that I ain't no politician.
Hmmmm, I don't think I needed to read my tarot cards to figure this one out, but it's always nice to have a second opinion.
Meds are not sitting well with me this morning. Stresses, no food on the tummy, and not enough Pedialite to be able to handle nuclear medication, but guess who's fault that is?
Now I have to go to the City and play politics and diplomatic games with total and complete idiots. They simply do not pay me enough to do this because if you knew my temper, you'd know that I ain't no politician.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
See Where I Get It?????
From Big Joe:
Dear Ex-Wife:
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps.
You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore, whatever the case is, I'm gone.
Your EX-Husband
P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!
Dear Ex-Husband:
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.
I did notice when you got a hair cut last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a girl!", but my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say anything nice. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning ... And your silk boxers were $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that with the letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.
Signed
Rich As H_e_l_l and Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carla, my sister, was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem.
Dear Ex-Wife:
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps.
You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore, whatever the case is, I'm gone.
Your EX-Husband
P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!
Dear Ex-Husband:
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.
I did notice when you got a hair cut last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a girl!", but my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say anything nice. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning ... And your silk boxers were $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that with the letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.
Signed
Rich As H_e_l_l and Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carla, my sister, was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
More Reasons to be Happy
1. Meds are starting not to scare me anymore and I feel better, emotionally, physically, and mentally (ooops, I've always been scared of my mental issues, but that's for another blog).
2. I got more music today: Josh Groban, Evanessence, Christina Aguilara, John Mayer, James Blunt, and Robin Thicke. Christina's CD was meant as a common house gift, but I really like it. Simply put: the bee-atch can sing. So far, I'm lovin' John Mayer's new one. Also, "A Fine Frenzy" has now made it 'big' and I love them. They are actually going to be playing the Tabernacle in August and that would be a great show.
#3. And on the "natural note": The following is a copy of an email sent to a friend today. It shows how much the medicine affects my psyche and that it's working. As a matter of fact, it's past my bedtime now and it's almost 8 at night. I can't wait until the sun will drop before I do.
Nighty-night
Background: My friend had small raccoons showing up at her house and I sent this to her. By the way, the raccoons were relocated by Animal Control, not ME!
I happen to think the glass "half full" when I think of critters and their parents being killed (my Bambi complex, probably). Anyway, I have to disagree with the wildlife guy because #1 I did actually pay attention when I went to zoology school, #2 I read about critters all the time, and #3 I watch them nightly on my porch. I agree that they are probably 3-4 months old based on what Daddy said about their size. However, that is about the age that Momma tries to leave them alone for longer and longer periods of time. And raccoons and opposums are ALWAYS hungry. They will eat until the food is gone - Gluttony at it's finest.
Feral cats do the same thing. They wait until their kittens are about 2 months old then take them out and show them how to hunt, how to climb, how to do "cat" things to keep them alive. If there are ones that cannot keep up (usually the runts), then Mother Cat will leave them behind and it will usually die, which is why I only adopt retards and runts. That would be my bleeding heart speaking and after watching "Wild Kingdom" during my formidable years and crying my eyes out when an animal was eaten by another, Daddy explained the concept of "circle of life". I don't like the concept, but I accept it (I have no other choice) and God wouldn't set it up like that if there was not a reason He had. I personally think He prefers to have the ones that need His "hand's on" protection and that's why He takes the most vunerable first, which explains the other concept of "survival of the fittest". Just my jaded opinion, though.
Speaking of gluttons, David did very well on his endoscopy today. He's still a little groggy, but the anesthesia they gave him was state-of-the-art and considering he's taken me to my mouth surgery and saw what I looked like (and acted like) for DAYS afterwards, he was really afraid of not just the procedure, but how he would feel afterward. So since he came out of it with no memory, a horrendous thirst, and a slight appetite (both water and food were cut off at midnight), he's doing much better than me. I think I even smell "Hamburger Helper" being re-heated (see the food I'm allowing in the house for Zachary's sake?).
2. I got more music today: Josh Groban, Evanessence, Christina Aguilara, John Mayer, James Blunt, and Robin Thicke. Christina's CD was meant as a common house gift, but I really like it. Simply put: the bee-atch can sing. So far, I'm lovin' John Mayer's new one. Also, "A Fine Frenzy" has now made it 'big' and I love them. They are actually going to be playing the Tabernacle in August and that would be a great show.
#3. And on the "natural note": The following is a copy of an email sent to a friend today. It shows how much the medicine affects my psyche and that it's working. As a matter of fact, it's past my bedtime now and it's almost 8 at night. I can't wait until the sun will drop before I do.
Nighty-night
Background: My friend had small raccoons showing up at her house and I sent this to her. By the way, the raccoons were relocated by Animal Control, not ME!
I happen to think the glass "half full" when I think of critters and their parents being killed (my Bambi complex, probably). Anyway, I have to disagree with the wildlife guy because #1 I did actually pay attention when I went to zoology school, #2 I read about critters all the time, and #3 I watch them nightly on my porch. I agree that they are probably 3-4 months old based on what Daddy said about their size. However, that is about the age that Momma tries to leave them alone for longer and longer periods of time. And raccoons and opposums are ALWAYS hungry. They will eat until the food is gone - Gluttony at it's finest.
Feral cats do the same thing. They wait until their kittens are about 2 months old then take them out and show them how to hunt, how to climb, how to do "cat" things to keep them alive. If there are ones that cannot keep up (usually the runts), then Mother Cat will leave them behind and it will usually die, which is why I only adopt retards and runts. That would be my bleeding heart speaking and after watching "Wild Kingdom" during my formidable years and crying my eyes out when an animal was eaten by another, Daddy explained the concept of "circle of life". I don't like the concept, but I accept it (I have no other choice) and God wouldn't set it up like that if there was not a reason He had. I personally think He prefers to have the ones that need His "hand's on" protection and that's why He takes the most vunerable first, which explains the other concept of "survival of the fittest". Just my jaded opinion, though.
Speaking of gluttons, David did very well on his endoscopy today. He's still a little groggy, but the anesthesia they gave him was state-of-the-art and considering he's taken me to my mouth surgery and saw what I looked like (and acted like) for DAYS afterwards, he was really afraid of not just the procedure, but how he would feel afterward. So since he came out of it with no memory, a horrendous thirst, and a slight appetite (both water and food were cut off at midnight), he's doing much better than me. I think I even smell "Hamburger Helper" being re-heated (see the food I'm allowing in the house for Zachary's sake?).
Monday, July 02, 2007
I'm not Surprised
but I'm still just a little bit pissed...
This from a CL R&R, but the sentiments are still the same:
Our fearless leader has commuted the 30 month prison sentence of Cheney's homey Scooter Libby. Said the judge had passed an "excessive sentence". Libby was the one who leaked the CIA agents name to the press, after her husband had provided proof that Iraq hadn't been looking for uranium in Niger, one of the things that Bush and Co. had said Iraq was doing, and one of the reasons for the war.
Bush, Feb 11, 2004:"If there's a leak out of my administration, I want to know who it is," Bush told reporters at an impromptu news conference during a fund-raising stop in Chicago, Illinois. "If the person has violated law, that person will be taken care of."
Looks like he kept his word.....
This from a CL R&R, but the sentiments are still the same:
Our fearless leader has commuted the 30 month prison sentence of Cheney's homey Scooter Libby. Said the judge had passed an "excessive sentence". Libby was the one who leaked the CIA agents name to the press, after her husband had provided proof that Iraq hadn't been looking for uranium in Niger, one of the things that Bush and Co. had said Iraq was doing, and one of the reasons for the war.
Bush, Feb 11, 2004:"If there's a leak out of my administration, I want to know who it is," Bush told reporters at an impromptu news conference during a fund-raising stop in Chicago, Illinois. "If the person has violated law, that person will be taken care of."
Looks like he kept his word.....
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
My Daddy is in Tune
I'm hearing angry thunder, I've had my meds and the eyes are droopy. Day-Day and the Kid will be here soon. Please let me stay sane.
Can my Father read me any better? No wonder I'm so clever. Not only apropos, but completely true considering I was called a "control freak, bossy, and spoiled" in just the past 24 hours. This I will blame on the meds because it will be Down-Clown in a bit.
Nighty, night...
THE BATHTUB TEST
It doesn't hurt to take a hard look at yourself from time to time, and this should help get you started.
During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the
criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.
Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a
teaspoon,
a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty
the
bathtub."
"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use
the bucket
because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."
"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want
a bed near the window?"
DID YOU PASS or DO YOU WANT THE BED NEXT TO MINE?
Can my Father read me any better? No wonder I'm so clever. Not only apropos, but completely true considering I was called a "control freak, bossy, and spoiled" in just the past 24 hours. This I will blame on the meds because it will be Down-Clown in a bit.
Nighty, night...
THE BATHTUB TEST
It doesn't hurt to take a hard look at yourself from time to time, and this should help get you started.
During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the
criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.
Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a
teaspoon,
a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty
the
bathtub."
"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use
the bucket
because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."
"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want
a bed near the window?"
DID YOU PASS or DO YOU WANT THE BED NEXT TO MINE?
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Why?
These are mostly hypothetical, rhetorical questions, but the meds have kicked in, I have my music, and --- well, what else can you ask for? By the way, it's Mozart and James Morrison - my own clever little mix.
#1 Why, does a cat puke or shit on the only two rugs that you have in your entire house? Also, why must the nasal-number blow snot in the cat food and in my water at night? Don't tell me those little shits are brainless.
#2 Why, speaking of cats, can they get high on catnip and we Uprights cannot?
#3 Why, does a woman spend so much money on eye creams, anti-anxiety/depressant drugs - lest we forget sinus drugs we cannot take, then said woman goes and watches "The Green Mile"? ALL of it? And, where's my diaper?
#4 Why is it that I miss my "water day" because I'm working on an out-of-town project over the weekend, but when I "sneak" out on Monday evening to water what few plants I have left--------- it fucking rains an hour later? I'm not talkin' sprinkle, either.
#5 Why is it that I give such a crap about a godamn fish? Bubba's pump died last night and I should have known, but this morning, I noticed that it wasn't working and Bubba had turned almost completely white. For you "non-fish" people (of which I qualify, apparently), this is not a good health indicator for Betas. Pump is fixed, Bubba is better, but why the one day I go out of town for what? 36 hours, maybe? does Bubba's pump fail. Why do I think Jonathan Edwards and spiders. Shit, Catholic school and literature classes really fucked with my brain. Yeah, I said it was the drugs, it was just the private education.
#6 Why does my neigbour basically verbally assault me (the good neigbour and I know she had a fatty going and she was just blowing steam)? But, why give me shit about another neighbour about the one house when I'm trying to buy the fucking thing? Yicks ----- breathe, breathe.
#7 Why am I told by a doctor to limit water when the drugs he has me on create this insatiable thirst that only non-camels can understand.
#8 Why, when you know NOTHING about computers, are you somehow able to cut off your "right mouse option", but you cannot upload a video?
#9 Why can I not feel like this and it be winter for once. The sun has become my energy/enemy. By the way, we are now fully involved in the Gemini, which I am and I take very seriously.
#10 Why can a parent so honestly forgive all his children (not to mention himself) so openly for the first time in 38 years (in my case only, not William)? Thank you and I love you more than you know.
Just so you know - yeah, all those cats that read my shit...Day-day got a "talkin' to" by Daddy yesterday. It didn't bristle nearly as my lifetime of snarling, I was allowed in the room and I actually had experience with these "chats" and I knew what to expect. I think Daddy actually quoted ME a few times!!! Shit, circle of life. But Day-Day had warning so that does not count, and from the blood-letting that would come from me (deserved nontheless), this one was not nearly as bad as mine were
Shit, circle of life.
Day-day performed well under the circumstances, in retrospect, and so did Daddy.
Surely, there will be more to come, but it's past beddy-bye time for me and if the cats don't get "their" treat, I'll get mine. However, mine require shoes to get to the bathroom.
#1 Why, does a cat puke or shit on the only two rugs that you have in your entire house? Also, why must the nasal-number blow snot in the cat food and in my water at night? Don't tell me those little shits are brainless.
#2 Why, speaking of cats, can they get high on catnip and we Uprights cannot?
#3 Why, does a woman spend so much money on eye creams, anti-anxiety/depressant drugs - lest we forget sinus drugs we cannot take, then said woman goes and watches "The Green Mile"? ALL of it? And, where's my diaper?
#4 Why is it that I miss my "water day" because I'm working on an out-of-town project over the weekend, but when I "sneak" out on Monday evening to water what few plants I have left--------- it fucking rains an hour later? I'm not talkin' sprinkle, either.
#5 Why is it that I give such a crap about a godamn fish? Bubba's pump died last night and I should have known, but this morning, I noticed that it wasn't working and Bubba had turned almost completely white. For you "non-fish" people (of which I qualify, apparently), this is not a good health indicator for Betas. Pump is fixed, Bubba is better, but why the one day I go out of town for what? 36 hours, maybe? does Bubba's pump fail. Why do I think Jonathan Edwards and spiders. Shit, Catholic school and literature classes really fucked with my brain. Yeah, I said it was the drugs, it was just the private education.
#6 Why does my neigbour basically verbally assault me (the good neigbour and I know she had a fatty going and she was just blowing steam)? But, why give me shit about another neighbour about the one house when I'm trying to buy the fucking thing? Yicks ----- breathe, breathe.
#7 Why am I told by a doctor to limit water when the drugs he has me on create this insatiable thirst that only non-camels can understand.
#8 Why, when you know NOTHING about computers, are you somehow able to cut off your "right mouse option", but you cannot upload a video?
#9 Why can I not feel like this and it be winter for once. The sun has become my energy/enemy. By the way, we are now fully involved in the Gemini, which I am and I take very seriously.
#10 Why can a parent so honestly forgive all his children (not to mention himself) so openly for the first time in 38 years (in my case only, not William)? Thank you and I love you more than you know.
Just so you know - yeah, all those cats that read my shit...Day-day got a "talkin' to" by Daddy yesterday. It didn't bristle nearly as my lifetime of snarling, I was allowed in the room and I actually had experience with these "chats" and I knew what to expect. I think Daddy actually quoted ME a few times!!! Shit, circle of life. But Day-Day had warning so that does not count, and from the blood-letting that would come from me (deserved nontheless), this one was not nearly as bad as mine were
Shit, circle of life.
Day-day performed well under the circumstances, in retrospect, and so did Daddy.
Surely, there will be more to come, but it's past beddy-bye time for me and if the cats don't get "their" treat, I'll get mine. However, mine require shoes to get to the bathroom.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Notes on Tarot
Today's tarot in bold and italics, with my infinitely brilliant comments attached. Shit, I'm tired.
"The discriminating Virgo Moon assists us with the cleanup in the aftermath of intense planetary tides over the past couple of days. Whether or not we experienced specific changes, we felt powerful emotional swings."
Ya fuckin' think?
Today the energy settles and may even begin to turn inward as we focus on integrating what's happened. Although we may feel the residual effects of Jupiter's expansive energy, self-analysis brings a backwash of intellectual containment.
Hmmmmm, I guess to say "intellectual" containment might mean keeping my big mouth shut as opposed to my regular "emotional" non-containment. I have to make a decision today about to handle a situation that will either get me in a good mood, or get me fired. WEEEEE.
A subtle shift of energy at home may be underway, but you might not feel the full effects of these changes for a while.
It better be "subtle" because I'm feeling too godamn tired and old to deal with any real surprises.
Everything was moving right along, but now undercurrents can be set into motion by suppressed feelings. If you have something to say, it's better to get it said before the frustration builds into an insurmountable problem.
Yeah, well if I did that I wouldn't be in the particular pickle I'm in now. Funny how life will hand you a shit-burger every now and then. MEOW - HISS, I really need a nappy and I have one hour to do it, but I've promised a German Chocolate cask to some of the people I "owe" and - so long as it has not fossilized whilst sitting on the counter for two days, it needs the frosting. Fun stuff at 6 AM, but since I've been up since 3AM working on this total shit job, it feels almost like noon. Besides, the best part of late Spring is the sun at this time.
Must go feed the outside cats and frost this godamn cake and get it out of here. Ass-kissing is a very important part of my job, and sometimes, I simply do not feel up to taking a diplomatic approach.
Maybe tarot is right and I just need to drop this shit off and be done.
On a happier note, my new charity will be the company that came up with a CPAT (I think that's the name, even though I prefer to call it a "sleep machine"). It is absolutely lovely in all senses of the word. I actually slept past my normal vampire hours, and the only reason I really got up was something spooked Anna, who sleeps on my side, and she needs her claws clipped. At least there won't be all 10 to do because I'm pretty sure she left one in my right butt cheek. Yeah, I'm still bleeding, especially considering I have no butt and I think she hit bone.
THANK YOU, FARM EQUIPMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"The discriminating Virgo Moon assists us with the cleanup in the aftermath of intense planetary tides over the past couple of days. Whether or not we experienced specific changes, we felt powerful emotional swings."
Ya fuckin' think?
Today the energy settles and may even begin to turn inward as we focus on integrating what's happened. Although we may feel the residual effects of Jupiter's expansive energy, self-analysis brings a backwash of intellectual containment.
Hmmmmm, I guess to say "intellectual" containment might mean keeping my big mouth shut as opposed to my regular "emotional" non-containment. I have to make a decision today about to handle a situation that will either get me in a good mood, or get me fired. WEEEEE.
A subtle shift of energy at home may be underway, but you might not feel the full effects of these changes for a while.
It better be "subtle" because I'm feeling too godamn tired and old to deal with any real surprises.
Everything was moving right along, but now undercurrents can be set into motion by suppressed feelings. If you have something to say, it's better to get it said before the frustration builds into an insurmountable problem.
Yeah, well if I did that I wouldn't be in the particular pickle I'm in now. Funny how life will hand you a shit-burger every now and then. MEOW - HISS, I really need a nappy and I have one hour to do it, but I've promised a German Chocolate cask to some of the people I "owe" and - so long as it has not fossilized whilst sitting on the counter for two days, it needs the frosting. Fun stuff at 6 AM, but since I've been up since 3AM working on this total shit job, it feels almost like noon. Besides, the best part of late Spring is the sun at this time.
Must go feed the outside cats and frost this godamn cake and get it out of here. Ass-kissing is a very important part of my job, and sometimes, I simply do not feel up to taking a diplomatic approach.
Maybe tarot is right and I just need to drop this shit off and be done.
On a happier note, my new charity will be the company that came up with a CPAT (I think that's the name, even though I prefer to call it a "sleep machine"). It is absolutely lovely in all senses of the word. I actually slept past my normal vampire hours, and the only reason I really got up was something spooked Anna, who sleeps on my side, and she needs her claws clipped. At least there won't be all 10 to do because I'm pretty sure she left one in my right butt cheek. Yeah, I'm still bleeding, especially considering I have no butt and I think she hit bone.
THANK YOU, FARM EQUIPMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Attitude Adjustments
Why am I the one that has to take all these godamn evil pills - to include some severely toxic crap - to level out my fucking blood pressure when I have to deal with high strung, angry, people all fucking day long?
I've tried to keep positive, I've tried to be as generous as fucking possible, but some folks don't quite understand the sacrifices I make for them. You know who you are, ingrates. Both of you really chap my ass.
Now, you have completely ruined my nicey, little Prozac buzz that I get around this time of day. Happy, yet, assholes?
The first thing I do when I get home is take care of chores, then go to my music, then spend more money and time and consideration on both of you and you both still figure out a way to treat me like shit???? I guess I'm the masochist this evening, eh, Mummsy?
Fuck you and fuck your godamn bullshit. If I have to be on this kind of medicine and you still think I'm the one with the bad attitude-------- you're a fucking retarded dyslexic - no offense to retards or dyslexics.
And just for icing on the cake, when you go to an online site for a store called, "HOME DEPOT" and look for an exterior door, the last fucking thing I want is a DOGGIE-DOOR. How about one that a person over 2 feet tall can get through, preferably with a lockset and not a fucking vinyl flap. What the hell has happened to them that they sell Christmas trees and godamn doggie doors?
Now, I'm going to go into my den, with the doors shut, fans on, and put in Carlos Mencia or maybe even "40-year Old Virgin" - yeah, again. It's either that or I go downstairs and get ready to take on a responsibility that I swore I would not do, but it has nothing to do with you and your inability to become stable, it has to do with my love for animals, which I have to say, at this point, beats anything standing on two fucking legs.
Stay away from me because this time I will bite, not just bark. Here's your fucking warning.
I've tried to keep positive, I've tried to be as generous as fucking possible, but some folks don't quite understand the sacrifices I make for them. You know who you are, ingrates. Both of you really chap my ass.
Now, you have completely ruined my nicey, little Prozac buzz that I get around this time of day. Happy, yet, assholes?
The first thing I do when I get home is take care of chores, then go to my music, then spend more money and time and consideration on both of you and you both still figure out a way to treat me like shit???? I guess I'm the masochist this evening, eh, Mummsy?
Fuck you and fuck your godamn bullshit. If I have to be on this kind of medicine and you still think I'm the one with the bad attitude-------- you're a fucking retarded dyslexic - no offense to retards or dyslexics.
And just for icing on the cake, when you go to an online site for a store called, "HOME DEPOT" and look for an exterior door, the last fucking thing I want is a DOGGIE-DOOR. How about one that a person over 2 feet tall can get through, preferably with a lockset and not a fucking vinyl flap. What the hell has happened to them that they sell Christmas trees and godamn doggie doors?
Now, I'm going to go into my den, with the doors shut, fans on, and put in Carlos Mencia or maybe even "40-year Old Virgin" - yeah, again. It's either that or I go downstairs and get ready to take on a responsibility that I swore I would not do, but it has nothing to do with you and your inability to become stable, it has to do with my love for animals, which I have to say, at this point, beats anything standing on two fucking legs.
Stay away from me because this time I will bite, not just bark. Here's your fucking warning.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Happy Father's Day
A note I sent to a friend today. Happy Father's Day, Gentlemen.
Hey,
I'm never sure whether or not you are getting along with your Dad or not, but today is Father's Day in this country. If you are talking to him, please tell him I said, "Happy Daddy's Day". Your Father has done so much for my family and we are all grateful.
If you aren't talking to/getting along with him, then remember that at least you have a Father. My old ass has just started to appreciate that my Daddy is now healthy and a very important part of my life. When I was younger, he was the biggest ASSHOLE you can possibly imagine, and I paid him back - it was not very pretty, I assure you. Now, we've both straightened out and I'm grateful that I finally have a relationship with him.
Yeah, more info than you needed, but I'm in a chatty mood and it really is none of my business anyway, I just wanted to make sure you passed along my blessing to your family.
Hey,
I'm never sure whether or not you are getting along with your Dad or not, but today is Father's Day in this country. If you are talking to him, please tell him I said, "Happy Daddy's Day". Your Father has done so much for my family and we are all grateful.
If you aren't talking to/getting along with him, then remember that at least you have a Father. My old ass has just started to appreciate that my Daddy is now healthy and a very important part of my life. When I was younger, he was the biggest ASSHOLE you can possibly imagine, and I paid him back - it was not very pretty, I assure you. Now, we've both straightened out and I'm grateful that I finally have a relationship with him.
Yeah, more info than you needed, but I'm in a chatty mood and it really is none of my business anyway, I just wanted to make sure you passed along my blessing to your family.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Dead Meat
Sean Lennon's Acoustic version...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZU5WNbuZ54g
(I'd post the video, but I'm not that techno-savvy this early).
One of the upsides to being a vampire is that #1 You can get to listen to stuff that "humans" don't get to hear aka, those songs that are censored by main-stream, and #2 you can watch the critters on your porch that have become so fat from stealing catfood that they can barely get through the gate ballasters.
I finally watched how those godamn raccoons are getting to the cat food. First of all, they must have had a showdown with the possums because I haven't seen a bare-tail in over a week. I thought the possums would kick ass, but apparently, I lost that bet. In the meantime, the other furry rodents (yeah, I know they aren't in familia Rodentia I just like to give them shit) have figured out that the best way to beat something that walks upright and has a brain bigger than a mouse.... show up in NUMBERS. That's right, call it Nature's little "tag-team". I should have known.
I watched these little fuckers - literally - work in a group; methodically pulling the top off the cat food bin, slowly using those opposable thumbs that only certain creatures are gifted with, and gaining access to their perceived treasure. I certainly would not spend that much time going after any food, but then again, I'm not a RODENT who steals food from a cat. Speaking of which, Irene should show up in a few minutes and then the WWF will really, really start. She's an old, cranky bitch like yours truly and she not only hates coming to the breakfast table to find her food gone, but she truly does not appreciate the fact that the raccoons take a bath in her drinking water. They probably even piss in the pool, too.
It really is fun to watch Nature at Her best.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZU5WNbuZ54g
(I'd post the video, but I'm not that techno-savvy this early).
One of the upsides to being a vampire is that #1 You can get to listen to stuff that "humans" don't get to hear aka, those songs that are censored by main-stream, and #2 you can watch the critters on your porch that have become so fat from stealing catfood that they can barely get through the gate ballasters.
I finally watched how those godamn raccoons are getting to the cat food. First of all, they must have had a showdown with the possums because I haven't seen a bare-tail in over a week. I thought the possums would kick ass, but apparently, I lost that bet. In the meantime, the other furry rodents (yeah, I know they aren't in familia Rodentia I just like to give them shit) have figured out that the best way to beat something that walks upright and has a brain bigger than a mouse.... show up in NUMBERS. That's right, call it Nature's little "tag-team". I should have known.
I watched these little fuckers - literally - work in a group; methodically pulling the top off the cat food bin, slowly using those opposable thumbs that only certain creatures are gifted with, and gaining access to their perceived treasure. I certainly would not spend that much time going after any food, but then again, I'm not a RODENT who steals food from a cat. Speaking of which, Irene should show up in a few minutes and then the WWF will really, really start. She's an old, cranky bitch like yours truly and she not only hates coming to the breakfast table to find her food gone, but she truly does not appreciate the fact that the raccoons take a bath in her drinking water. They probably even piss in the pool, too.
It really is fun to watch Nature at Her best.
I'm Learning
So Daddy comes to town on Saturday and completely ambushes my ass. I even had the pleasure of a "back of the napkin diagram", which he's always uses to draw things since both of us are "visual" types. Anyway, this piques my interest since - even though it took me a decade to graduate college, I still did very well in chemistry and biology as long as you didn't toss math into it. That's actually true, just hard to explain.
Anyway, apparently there is a marriage of convenience between potassium and sodium that we all need in our bodies. Doc has me on something that has eliminated both from my system. When you piss greener than the grass in your yard, you gotta know something is wrong. But, I've been told I look "more rested". I'd call it more, "half dead", but the ultimate goal is in the cross-hairs. Of course, "more rested" could be because I slept for 14 straight hours yesterday and I actually didn't get up until 8:30 and that was only due to hearing Day-Day puking up bile in the bathroom. At least it wasn't cat vomit and it wasn't aimed at me. I've told him about the hamburger recall - or maybe I haven't - but something tells me that may have something to do with his diet.
Oh, and speaking of another thing that I never want to hear while I'm doing this??? "Be patient". I will find a loaded shotgun and I will consider you a clay pigeon.
But, who am I to talk about diet? I have none, but I have to take a pill that has so many warning labels on it, it scares the shit out of me. I might as well be on nuclear medicine. Daddy even said that to O.D. on this little fucking yellow pill could kill me. Guess what, Pop, there's no chance in hell I'm overdosing on this one. One of the labels says, "DO NOT LAY DOWN 30 MINUTES AFTER TAKING THIS DRUG". I found out why it says that around 5AM. Yuck. No details needed here, just think cat and Day-Day. Now the cramps will really be an issue today.
If you want to know more about how important diet is to your health, read this...
http://waltonfeed.com/self/health/vit-min/potnsalt.html
It's pretty basic and actually an interesting read if you're into cellular activity. There is a book that I read a long time ago called, "The Lives of a Cell" by Thomas Lewis. When you think of human physiology, this really will enlighten you to the understanding of how small our universe really is and how much we take for granted the little (pardon the pun) things that make us who we really are.
Speaking of chemistry, I finally leveled out the Ph in Bubba's tank. He's happier and a much more healthier, all around Beta, but I killed one of the plecos in the process. Circle of life? - or maybe survival of the fittest?
Shit, I'm getting way too philosophical in my old age.
Anyway, apparently there is a marriage of convenience between potassium and sodium that we all need in our bodies. Doc has me on something that has eliminated both from my system. When you piss greener than the grass in your yard, you gotta know something is wrong. But, I've been told I look "more rested". I'd call it more, "half dead", but the ultimate goal is in the cross-hairs. Of course, "more rested" could be because I slept for 14 straight hours yesterday and I actually didn't get up until 8:30 and that was only due to hearing Day-Day puking up bile in the bathroom. At least it wasn't cat vomit and it wasn't aimed at me. I've told him about the hamburger recall - or maybe I haven't - but something tells me that may have something to do with his diet.
Oh, and speaking of another thing that I never want to hear while I'm doing this??? "Be patient". I will find a loaded shotgun and I will consider you a clay pigeon.
But, who am I to talk about diet? I have none, but I have to take a pill that has so many warning labels on it, it scares the shit out of me. I might as well be on nuclear medicine. Daddy even said that to O.D. on this little fucking yellow pill could kill me. Guess what, Pop, there's no chance in hell I'm overdosing on this one. One of the labels says, "DO NOT LAY DOWN 30 MINUTES AFTER TAKING THIS DRUG". I found out why it says that around 5AM. Yuck. No details needed here, just think cat and Day-Day. Now the cramps will really be an issue today.
If you want to know more about how important diet is to your health, read this...
http://waltonfeed.com/self/health/vit-min/potnsalt.html
It's pretty basic and actually an interesting read if you're into cellular activity. There is a book that I read a long time ago called, "The Lives of a Cell" by Thomas Lewis. When you think of human physiology, this really will enlighten you to the understanding of how small our universe really is and how much we take for granted the little (pardon the pun) things that make us who we really are.
Speaking of chemistry, I finally leveled out the Ph in Bubba's tank. He's happier and a much more healthier, all around Beta, but I killed one of the plecos in the process. Circle of life? - or maybe survival of the fittest?
Shit, I'm getting way too philosophical in my old age.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
By Far, One of the BEST Times of the Week
Sunday morning from about 6-10 in the morning. This is when we are legally allowed to water and my outdoor things need water. We all need water and even the squirrels, birds, and even those evil rodents and insects need it. The pecans not as much since they've seen a 50-year drought before, but everything else - hell, we're barely into June and all of the dogwoods, hydrangeas (everything), have gone into stress and the last thing I need right now is a 200 lb pecan branch coming through the roof.
It is really weird to accept Nature sometimes. I can go out there and throw water on the plants and trees, which inevitably bring the squirrels and birds, which my outdoor cats inevitably hunt to kill --- to bring back to me so as to say "thank you" for the neutering, cat food, and fresh water (not necessarily in that order). Circle of life, folks.
A drought is not a good thing if you happen to be a "water person" or anything living on this planet. This is why I would probably choose British Columbia or the Tropics for my permanent residence. But as it is, I'll settle for baths and days we can legally water. And Shirley is going to raise the rate - AGAIN? If it weren't for the critters drowning, I'd set up the kiddy-pool. At least the mosquitoes aren't bad for the first time. Again, circle of life.
And, it's Sunday. It will be 94 degrees today and if you go into your yard and your fucking WEEDS are dead and you hear crunch-crunch with every step....that means inside w/ AC, reading, nappy, movies.
Oh, and the best thing about Sunday morning? --- "99X - Organic X" on Sunday morning from 7AM to 12. I see nappy to mellow tunes on the horizon and a Braves boy made #1 on SportsCenter!
Who took their meds early?
It is really weird to accept Nature sometimes. I can go out there and throw water on the plants and trees, which inevitably bring the squirrels and birds, which my outdoor cats inevitably hunt to kill --- to bring back to me so as to say "thank you" for the neutering, cat food, and fresh water (not necessarily in that order). Circle of life, folks.
A drought is not a good thing if you happen to be a "water person" or anything living on this planet. This is why I would probably choose British Columbia or the Tropics for my permanent residence. But as it is, I'll settle for baths and days we can legally water. And Shirley is going to raise the rate - AGAIN? If it weren't for the critters drowning, I'd set up the kiddy-pool. At least the mosquitoes aren't bad for the first time. Again, circle of life.
And, it's Sunday. It will be 94 degrees today and if you go into your yard and your fucking WEEDS are dead and you hear crunch-crunch with every step....that means inside w/ AC, reading, nappy, movies.
Oh, and the best thing about Sunday morning? --- "99X - Organic X" on Sunday morning from 7AM to 12. I see nappy to mellow tunes on the horizon and a Braves boy made #1 on SportsCenter!
Who took their meds early?
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Nappy Time
I finally got my evil medication that will allow me 8 hours of sleep. Sadly, it will not be the same "8 hours" everyone else seems to think is so important, but even Daddy says, "Eight hours, is eight hours". So, I'm pretending I'm in fucking Prague, where it is almost 8PM and sleepy-time is the one mark. Of course, the meds will take a few hours to kick in, but I'm ready for a long nappy. However, when your breakfast and lunch consists of a piece of cheese, things probably still aren't that great.
For fuck sake - get rid of these godamn cramps or I really will find get my shotgun.
Then comes the farm equipment.
That should have me up in about 10 hours. BE-U-TEE-FULL.
ON ANOTHER NOTE ----- Now, the (oh, so wonderful/knowledgeable) CDC now says that the idio-oso is not contagious? Because, his new Daddy works at the CDC??? Excuse the fuck out of me? Hmmmmmmm, am I being too suspicious here?
Oh yeah, and Putin and Georgie had a "sit down". I wonder if it's just the drug or do I see something ugly on the horizon. Please ask the Muslims in Chechnya what they think about this fun-fun get together. They still haven't fixed Chernoble, what makes them think that (with Bush backing them), they can fix Russia? Oh, here's an idea ---- NUCLEAR WEAPONS. Unless, anyone not Muslim (extremist--in the biggest sense) is not on-board, I think we are fuck-ed. Why not just take the "tent" off of Chernoble ---------easy, fast, cheap.
That's enough since this wonderful med has kicked in and, well, nappy is coming on fast. Good day, all.
For fuck sake - get rid of these godamn cramps or I really will find get my shotgun.
Then comes the farm equipment.
That should have me up in about 10 hours. BE-U-TEE-FULL.
ON ANOTHER NOTE ----- Now, the (oh, so wonderful/knowledgeable) CDC now says that the idio-oso is not contagious? Because, his new Daddy works at the CDC??? Excuse the fuck out of me? Hmmmmmmm, am I being too suspicious here?
Oh yeah, and Putin and Georgie had a "sit down". I wonder if it's just the drug or do I see something ugly on the horizon. Please ask the Muslims in Chechnya what they think about this fun-fun get together. They still haven't fixed Chernoble, what makes them think that (with Bush backing them), they can fix Russia? Oh, here's an idea ---- NUCLEAR WEAPONS. Unless, anyone not Muslim (extremist--in the biggest sense) is not on-board, I think we are fuck-ed. Why not just take the "tent" off of Chernoble ---------easy, fast, cheap.
That's enough since this wonderful med has kicked in and, well, nappy is coming on fast. Good day, all.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Be Very Fucking Afraid...
....on every level....
I love you both and am so very proud to have your DNA!!!
Monday, May 28, 2007
And the Hits Just Keep Coming
I swear to God... I don't ever think I will get a fucking break.
It's my favourite time of day - 2 AM. This time, the farm equipment is relatively quiet and the muscle cramps have subsided.
So why are ya up so early, Pumpkin?
'Cause the cat puked on me.
Let me rephrase that, the FUCKING cat PUKED ON me!
I shit you not.
She didn't just upchuck next to the bed, but on my arm, pillow, sheets, everything.
I wake up to this gag reflex sound and before the instinct can hit my groggy head, I'm being doused with gastro-juice, grass, and what appears to be semi-eaten kibble.
What the fuck did I do in a past life to deserve this? It must have been something really, really good. Perhaps it's just make-up for my early years. If that's the case, then that answers my question.
I'm setting up shop on the couch since I can't sleep with farm equipment.
Un-fucking-believable.
It's my favourite time of day - 2 AM. This time, the farm equipment is relatively quiet and the muscle cramps have subsided.
So why are ya up so early, Pumpkin?
'Cause the cat puked on me.
Let me rephrase that, the FUCKING cat PUKED ON me!
I shit you not.
She didn't just upchuck next to the bed, but on my arm, pillow, sheets, everything.
I wake up to this gag reflex sound and before the instinct can hit my groggy head, I'm being doused with gastro-juice, grass, and what appears to be semi-eaten kibble.
What the fuck did I do in a past life to deserve this? It must have been something really, really good. Perhaps it's just make-up for my early years. If that's the case, then that answers my question.
I'm setting up shop on the couch since I can't sleep with farm equipment.
Un-fucking-believable.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Thank God for Holidays
... and other random thoughts.
It's 2:14 in the fucking A - M.
A-G-A-I-N.
But, unless I grab up a tent and hit the great outdoors, my ass will be up for two hours, minimum. The farm equipment started on schedule this morning (odd to call it morning when it is pitch black outside and the local news still isn't on), but morning it is. And, I've been to Iceland during the winter, on several occasions, so I know what it feels like to - literally - never see the sun.
However, today is a holiday for we weenie Americanos. This would be Memorial Day. It was intended to honour those souls that have died during the wars we fought for our freedom and for the freedom of others. And let's get this clear, Iraq is not one of those wars. Iraq was simply a gold-mine of big dollars for a very elite few that has put us in the crosshairs of just about everyone in the world, except maybe the Jews.
Nice. Thanks. Not like we needed any help.
I watched Ron Paul on Bill Maher/Real Time last night. Finally, a "Republican", who is barking (somewhat loudly I may add), against the war. This better not be a voting trick! If he becomes the Republican candidate, I may vote for him because compared to the bickering Democrats and the fact that the front runners are a woman and a black man (of whom idiots are accusing of being an "evil" Muslim), I think Paul would have a stronger shot. I have nothing against women or blacks, it's just that I'm not so naive as to think Americans are ready for either in the White House and the two will divide the country to our detriment. I mean, a country that still has anti-abortion groups and the KKK, cannot handle either in the White House. I do think that Edwards has a chance for the Democratic nod, but until Gore steps in and takes the vote on a landslide, we're fucked more ways than a Dutch hooker.
Maher had some great comments about the Democrats. He brought up the pussy-last-minute-sorry-to-be-so-politically-incorrect comments made by Carter. First, Carter - carte blanc - came out and said, "Bush is the worst president in history", then (once the neo-cons started crying and whining) he backed down like a Mike Vick dog in the ring. Yeah, Jimmy, it's OK to have a backbone, especially when you've been there, done that, AND you've got one foot on a banana peel and one foot on the grave. Trust me, there ain't a whole lotta damage control you should have to worry about.
Speaking of damage control, the really tall one in this picture
... is the (ex) son-in-law of the Mayor that I have supported for so long. Or should I say, "support-ed". He was just busted as one very messy coke smuggler and now they are investigating the daughter of the Mayor for money laundering. Now, if your husband has a legitimate business and brings home $35 million in a week - lucky you. If that happens to be drug money and you say you don't know about it, you are simply a liar. I know. I used to live with serious coke dealers that I wasn't even married to, and I certainly knew what they were doing and how we got the money we had.
And while we're on the subject of Michael Vick. He's a punk and should be tied up, stripped of his skivvies, and put in the ring with one of those pit bills. And guess what, folks, this isn't a black/white thing. If he gets busted and dogs were used to kill each other for idiots to have some "yeee-haw-time", I say fuck him up, regardless of he was white, orange, purple or all of the above. Yeah, I'm in a good mood already and it's a fucking holiday.
What does one do on a holiday? HMMMMM, me thinks, at least I don't have to go to that boring ass job, but I probably will anyway only so I have time to run to the vampire and take the farm equipment in for an overhaul.
No rain. Never. I'm really not a pessimist, but they really are saying no rain. As some would say, "Great, at least I don't have to cut the grass", well, no water means, "no life". Girlfriend and I had a long, funny debate about this last night considering she lives in the actual desert and we're becoming one. But, THERE IS NO GLOBAL WARMING, CHILDREN. Ha. I think that was a polar bear going after the cat food this morning.
But, on the brighter side, David Matthews is going to play Piedmont Park on Sept. 8th. Normally, when he comes to Atlanta, he plays venues that only allow a certain few and to get these tickets you need a Louisville Slugger, a bad attitude, and the patience of Job to get in line about 5 weeks early. I've never been able to do that. However, I don't see how they are going to limit the number of people to a public park. That being said, it should be a cool show. Hell, I'd watch it - even if those ComCast pirates asked for pay-for-view. Can you imagine the nightmare those folks in Midtown will have it if they are NOT Matthews fans? At least it will be on a Saturday.
Enough for now. I have to check on Bubba. He looked a bit more spry yesterday, but this morning, he's looking a bit cheeky. Maybe it's just too early for him to get up, also.
It's 2:14 in the fucking A - M.
A-G-A-I-N.
But, unless I grab up a tent and hit the great outdoors, my ass will be up for two hours, minimum. The farm equipment started on schedule this morning (odd to call it morning when it is pitch black outside and the local news still isn't on), but morning it is. And, I've been to Iceland during the winter, on several occasions, so I know what it feels like to - literally - never see the sun.
However, today is a holiday for we weenie Americanos. This would be Memorial Day. It was intended to honour those souls that have died during the wars we fought for our freedom and for the freedom of others. And let's get this clear, Iraq is not one of those wars. Iraq was simply a gold-mine of big dollars for a very elite few that has put us in the crosshairs of just about everyone in the world, except maybe the Jews.
Nice. Thanks. Not like we needed any help.
I watched Ron Paul on Bill Maher/Real Time last night. Finally, a "Republican", who is barking (somewhat loudly I may add), against the war. This better not be a voting trick! If he becomes the Republican candidate, I may vote for him because compared to the bickering Democrats and the fact that the front runners are a woman and a black man (of whom idiots are accusing of being an "evil" Muslim), I think Paul would have a stronger shot. I have nothing against women or blacks, it's just that I'm not so naive as to think Americans are ready for either in the White House and the two will divide the country to our detriment. I mean, a country that still has anti-abortion groups and the KKK, cannot handle either in the White House. I do think that Edwards has a chance for the Democratic nod, but until Gore steps in and takes the vote on a landslide, we're fucked more ways than a Dutch hooker.
Maher had some great comments about the Democrats. He brought up the pussy-last-minute-sorry-to-be-so-politically-incorrect comments made by Carter. First, Carter - carte blanc - came out and said, "Bush is the worst president in history", then (once the neo-cons started crying and whining) he backed down like a Mike Vick dog in the ring. Yeah, Jimmy, it's OK to have a backbone, especially when you've been there, done that, AND you've got one foot on a banana peel and one foot on the grave. Trust me, there ain't a whole lotta damage control you should have to worry about.
Speaking of damage control, the really tall one in this picture
... is the (ex) son-in-law of the Mayor that I have supported for so long. Or should I say, "support-ed". He was just busted as one very messy coke smuggler and now they are investigating the daughter of the Mayor for money laundering. Now, if your husband has a legitimate business and brings home $35 million in a week - lucky you. If that happens to be drug money and you say you don't know about it, you are simply a liar. I know. I used to live with serious coke dealers that I wasn't even married to, and I certainly knew what they were doing and how we got the money we had.
And while we're on the subject of Michael Vick. He's a punk and should be tied up, stripped of his skivvies, and put in the ring with one of those pit bills. And guess what, folks, this isn't a black/white thing. If he gets busted and dogs were used to kill each other for idiots to have some "yeee-haw-time", I say fuck him up, regardless of he was white, orange, purple or all of the above. Yeah, I'm in a good mood already and it's a fucking holiday.
What does one do on a holiday? HMMMMM, me thinks, at least I don't have to go to that boring ass job, but I probably will anyway only so I have time to run to the vampire and take the farm equipment in for an overhaul.
No rain. Never. I'm really not a pessimist, but they really are saying no rain. As some would say, "Great, at least I don't have to cut the grass", well, no water means, "no life". Girlfriend and I had a long, funny debate about this last night considering she lives in the actual desert and we're becoming one. But, THERE IS NO GLOBAL WARMING, CHILDREN. Ha. I think that was a polar bear going after the cat food this morning.
But, on the brighter side, David Matthews is going to play Piedmont Park on Sept. 8th. Normally, when he comes to Atlanta, he plays venues that only allow a certain few and to get these tickets you need a Louisville Slugger, a bad attitude, and the patience of Job to get in line about 5 weeks early. I've never been able to do that. However, I don't see how they are going to limit the number of people to a public park. That being said, it should be a cool show. Hell, I'd watch it - even if those ComCast pirates asked for pay-for-view. Can you imagine the nightmare those folks in Midtown will have it if they are NOT Matthews fans? At least it will be on a Saturday.
Enough for now. I have to check on Bubba. He looked a bit more spry yesterday, but this morning, he's looking a bit cheeky. Maybe it's just too early for him to get up, also.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Who Knows the Stars
From today's tarot...
"A subtle shift of energy at work is already underway, but you may not feel the full ramifications of your current actions for a while. It may appear as if everything is moving right along, but now undercurrents can be set into motion by suppressed feelings. If you have something to say, you better get it out into the open before the ripples of frustration build into larger waves."
"Subtle?". I think not.
Muscle cramps have paralyzed my ass since 3 AM. I cannot tell you what it feels like to have your left butt muscle completely in spasm. Doc says to take more anxiety pills. I guess that was about the time I told him I wanted to eat his nutsake, spit it out, and then have one of the cats eat it.
My, my, he may be on to something. He said, "NO matter what, do not stop with the other medication!!" that my psycho-ass-doctor prescribed and assured me was good for me. This can only be only described as evil and not very nice, to say the least.
Well, since the Doc knows best, here we go with a Valium - which I consider the worst drug ever on the planet. You may not hear from me for a while.
By the way, life really is good and I'm glad to be here. As long as I have air to breathe, I would never consider any other option.
Thanks again, everyone, for a great birthday.
"A subtle shift of energy at work is already underway, but you may not feel the full ramifications of your current actions for a while. It may appear as if everything is moving right along, but now undercurrents can be set into motion by suppressed feelings. If you have something to say, you better get it out into the open before the ripples of frustration build into larger waves."
"Subtle?". I think not.
Muscle cramps have paralyzed my ass since 3 AM. I cannot tell you what it feels like to have your left butt muscle completely in spasm. Doc says to take more anxiety pills. I guess that was about the time I told him I wanted to eat his nutsake, spit it out, and then have one of the cats eat it.
My, my, he may be on to something. He said, "NO matter what, do not stop with the other medication!!" that my psycho-ass-doctor prescribed and assured me was good for me. This can only be only described as evil and not very nice, to say the least.
Well, since the Doc knows best, here we go with a Valium - which I consider the worst drug ever on the planet. You may not hear from me for a while.
By the way, life really is good and I'm glad to be here. As long as I have air to breathe, I would never consider any other option.
Thanks again, everyone, for a great birthday.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Reflections on Birthdays
1st - if you're born early (that's still a debatable subject with my parents), you should not be punished the whole month.
2nd - if the first thing you do on the morning of your birthday is step in cat diarrhea, the gods are having a lunch break and don't give a shit about you.
3rd - if the next thing you do is begin to call the insect that lives in your kitchen by a real name - seek help immediately. I'll introduce you to "Cricket" once his quivering body is swirling down in the john.
4th - Never go see a lawyer on your birthday, regardless of how cool she actually seems to be. She still requires a $2,500 retainer.
5th - Never go to a sportsbar with your gay friend. I promise, they will drink you under the table AND you still won't get laid...
... but it was well worth it!
6th - When a female says "birthday", I don't want a new cell phone (thanks for the thought, y'all). I want candy, flowers, and perfume. Come on, people. That's not that hard.
7th - Thanks for the candy, flowers, and perfume - I'm glad y'all got the text messages that dropped hints like atom bombs.
Considering this time last year I was landing in Shannon, Ireland, running four miles a day and completely (almost) healthy.... well, I'm not sure I would call it progress, just the natural "progression" of time.
Besides, it's not my fault I was born on May 23rd. I was early for the first time - ever. But think about it. Any earlier, I'd be a Taurus, any later and I'd still be a schizoid-Gemini.
My Eternal Thanks!
Signed,
Total Geezer.
PS If I say the word, "Figi" or "Los Roques" right now, 364 days before my next birthday, can someone please get the hint and start planning NOW!?! Shit it's not like I'm asking for world peace or any such elaborate thing!
2nd - if the first thing you do on the morning of your birthday is step in cat diarrhea, the gods are having a lunch break and don't give a shit about you.
3rd - if the next thing you do is begin to call the insect that lives in your kitchen by a real name - seek help immediately. I'll introduce you to "Cricket" once his quivering body is swirling down in the john.
4th - Never go see a lawyer on your birthday, regardless of how cool she actually seems to be. She still requires a $2,500 retainer.
5th - Never go to a sportsbar with your gay friend. I promise, they will drink you under the table AND you still won't get laid...
... but it was well worth it!
6th - When a female says "birthday", I don't want a new cell phone (thanks for the thought, y'all). I want candy, flowers, and perfume. Come on, people. That's not that hard.
7th - Thanks for the candy, flowers, and perfume - I'm glad y'all got the text messages that dropped hints like atom bombs.
Considering this time last year I was landing in Shannon, Ireland, running four miles a day and completely (almost) healthy.... well, I'm not sure I would call it progress, just the natural "progression" of time.
Besides, it's not my fault I was born on May 23rd. I was early for the first time - ever. But think about it. Any earlier, I'd be a Taurus, any later and I'd still be a schizoid-Gemini.
My Eternal Thanks!
Signed,
Total Geezer.
PS If I say the word, "Figi" or "Los Roques" right now, 364 days before my next birthday, can someone please get the hint and start planning NOW!?! Shit it's not like I'm asking for world peace or any such elaborate thing!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
As If There Weren't Enough Problems with Air Quality
Yeah, this is smoke from fires that are burning in South Georgia and North Florida. It means that even if the weather here is beautiful and calm, Mother Nature has decided to play footsie with us. It also means the AC has to go back on because my little one is starting the sniffles and it's due to this mess.
Monday, May 21, 2007
New Phrase
"medically futile"
Please, Lord, if I become "medically futile", hook me up to a morphine machine before you put a shotgun to my head and pull the trigger.
Please, Lord, if I become "medically futile", hook me up to a morphine machine before you put a shotgun to my head and pull the trigger.
And Here We Go
What the hell?
Beddy-bye at 7PM (and I missed the BBQ) and now I'm back up at 4:30. I don't think my plan is working, but the ultimate goal seems to have been met. What was that original goal??? --- I've forgotten. Damn, and looking at the food, I really wish I made the BBQ.
However, tarot says, "It's your month to feel the vitality of the Sun as it moves through your sign. The world may seem a bit brighter, even if you are dealing with serious issues. You can accomplish what is required with greater ease now, for you are receiving stabilizing support from Saturn today. But you must take the initiative and be willing to work for what you want."
I've actually never been so godamn willing to work in my life. You go Saturn!! It's ironic that the Hubble telescope just sent back awesome pictures of Saturn. It's good to know there is an ass-kicking planet out there that has my back for the next few weeks.
Bubba has too much acid in his tank so it's time to fuck around with alkaline tablets which the guy from PetSmart said I could get. LORD ONLY KNOWS how much they will charge me. After getting Prozac for Amber-Needy-Grace, the pharmacist didn't blink twice when I told him I needed a litmus kit for my fish, Bubba Ganoosh. I was also told that City water is better than distilled water - go figure, apparently the City can do something right, even if it means adding so much shit to their water system that it will benefit my Beta.
Time for my favourite breakfast of celery and peanut butter. Yeah, OK, so all kids eat this shit, but as far as I feel, I'm no kid and the peanut butter keeps me from hypoglycemic shock - Did I ask if this could get any more fun?
Beddy-bye at 7PM (and I missed the BBQ) and now I'm back up at 4:30. I don't think my plan is working, but the ultimate goal seems to have been met. What was that original goal??? --- I've forgotten. Damn, and looking at the food, I really wish I made the BBQ.
However, tarot says, "It's your month to feel the vitality of the Sun as it moves through your sign. The world may seem a bit brighter, even if you are dealing with serious issues. You can accomplish what is required with greater ease now, for you are receiving stabilizing support from Saturn today. But you must take the initiative and be willing to work for what you want."
I've actually never been so godamn willing to work in my life. You go Saturn!! It's ironic that the Hubble telescope just sent back awesome pictures of Saturn. It's good to know there is an ass-kicking planet out there that has my back for the next few weeks.
Bubba has too much acid in his tank so it's time to fuck around with alkaline tablets which the guy from PetSmart said I could get. LORD ONLY KNOWS how much they will charge me. After getting Prozac for Amber-Needy-Grace, the pharmacist didn't blink twice when I told him I needed a litmus kit for my fish, Bubba Ganoosh. I was also told that City water is better than distilled water - go figure, apparently the City can do something right, even if it means adding so much shit to their water system that it will benefit my Beta.
Time for my favourite breakfast of celery and peanut butter. Yeah, OK, so all kids eat this shit, but as far as I feel, I'm no kid and the peanut butter keeps me from hypoglycemic shock - Did I ask if this could get any more fun?
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Bubba Has Ick
I'm not making that up, either. I can't figure out who the genius was that invented that absolutely clever, most-certainly imaginative name for a disease.
Poor thing has a parasite that Betas can get and it causes them to do really weird shit - not like I need that from a fucking fish, but he's still my Bubba. Since I'm not about to send him to the vet (I've already dropped about $500 on cat tranquilizers and vet bills this month), I looked up Beta illnesses and they said it had to do with the water's ph and other things, including his carbon filter. Took care of the carbon filter yesterday and will get a ph kit today. Where the hell are those litmus papers when you need them?
Speaking of cats, most of them are off Valium and Prozac. Sadly, I'm now being prescribed both. However, I do have an advantage over those evil meds that have been making me so godamn sick - timing. Don't take them all at once in the morning. K-pax (yeah, that's a real fucking drug) is now downed at 3PMish. It seems to help, but who knows. Two more weeks before more visits to the vampire, who will tell me if the problems are getting better. I've been monitoring it lately and it seems a bit extreme, but then again, I don't have a "M.D." after my name and even my school loans aren't that high.
Friday night was bad. We have decided to fight work with legal action. The eunichs at Tech don't seem to understand that I don't lay down very easily - that should be taken literally, also. If it costs hundreds of thousands to get back my mere $1,400, tough shit. What a joke. However, I've made nicey with the lawyer and he's back on our side again and we are together on this decision. Sometimes, there is a proverbial final straw.
We met a nice couple from the Ninth Ward, who kept coming by to offer to "rake the yard" or whatnot. Finally, yesterday, I asked him if he could cut the grass since I can't do it right now and it was getting really, really bad. Turns out this guy can do all kinds of side work, which I can definitely use and he and his wife can certainly use the money. It's nice to give back. When the wife and I were talking, she said she's originally from Shreveport, but moved to N.O. about 12 years ago. She said she will never go back and seem she seems to really want to make it work here in Atlanta. We still have around 800,000 refugees here. What a fucking shame that Bush still has not done chicken shit to get those folks back online. However, what can they contribute to him? These are poor, mostly black, folks that have always lived simple lives. They are not Arab billionaires with oil and so much money they have to burn it up by building artificial archipelagos (which will fuck up my planet) and indoor skiing huts.
OK - off my soap box.
Speaking of fucking up my planet, I want to have a kid so I'm determined to do what I have to in order to make sure he/she has one to live in for at least the remainder of their life. That being said, I still haven't seen, "An Inconvenient Truth", but I'm pretty sure it will depress me and I'm almost sure I've heard or read most of this stuff anyway. Leonardo DiCaprio, who I previously didn't care much about, is showing good cajones since his movie, "The 11th Hour" did well at Cannes. Maybe one day the rest of America will get it. We are 5% of the world's population, but produce 27% of the trash. Yeah, yeah, China is worse, but look at what they're doing... starting to educate their little ones at age 3 - that's three fucking years old. Remember? We were all still pulling poopie-nuts out of our diapers and picking our noses, but these kids are learning the tango and advanced trig - which I failed miserably at the ripe old age of 27.
Well, time to take the evil pills. Also, my favourite radio show, "Organic X" comes on in a few. The rival radio station here has a similar show on Saturday and Sunday mornings, but they play "old" chill songs. Nice departure. I haven't heard some of those tunes since High School. Peter Gabriel still rules and Sting is going on tour again. Maybe I'm not that old after all!
Poor thing has a parasite that Betas can get and it causes them to do really weird shit - not like I need that from a fucking fish, but he's still my Bubba. Since I'm not about to send him to the vet (I've already dropped about $500 on cat tranquilizers and vet bills this month), I looked up Beta illnesses and they said it had to do with the water's ph and other things, including his carbon filter. Took care of the carbon filter yesterday and will get a ph kit today. Where the hell are those litmus papers when you need them?
Speaking of cats, most of them are off Valium and Prozac. Sadly, I'm now being prescribed both. However, I do have an advantage over those evil meds that have been making me so godamn sick - timing. Don't take them all at once in the morning. K-pax (yeah, that's a real fucking drug) is now downed at 3PMish. It seems to help, but who knows. Two more weeks before more visits to the vampire, who will tell me if the problems are getting better. I've been monitoring it lately and it seems a bit extreme, but then again, I don't have a "M.D." after my name and even my school loans aren't that high.
Friday night was bad. We have decided to fight work with legal action. The eunichs at Tech don't seem to understand that I don't lay down very easily - that should be taken literally, also. If it costs hundreds of thousands to get back my mere $1,400, tough shit. What a joke. However, I've made nicey with the lawyer and he's back on our side again and we are together on this decision. Sometimes, there is a proverbial final straw.
We met a nice couple from the Ninth Ward, who kept coming by to offer to "rake the yard" or whatnot. Finally, yesterday, I asked him if he could cut the grass since I can't do it right now and it was getting really, really bad. Turns out this guy can do all kinds of side work, which I can definitely use and he and his wife can certainly use the money. It's nice to give back. When the wife and I were talking, she said she's originally from Shreveport, but moved to N.O. about 12 years ago. She said she will never go back and seem she seems to really want to make it work here in Atlanta. We still have around 800,000 refugees here. What a fucking shame that Bush still has not done chicken shit to get those folks back online. However, what can they contribute to him? These are poor, mostly black, folks that have always lived simple lives. They are not Arab billionaires with oil and so much money they have to burn it up by building artificial archipelagos (which will fuck up my planet) and indoor skiing huts.
OK - off my soap box.
Speaking of fucking up my planet, I want to have a kid so I'm determined to do what I have to in order to make sure he/she has one to live in for at least the remainder of their life. That being said, I still haven't seen, "An Inconvenient Truth", but I'm pretty sure it will depress me and I'm almost sure I've heard or read most of this stuff anyway. Leonardo DiCaprio, who I previously didn't care much about, is showing good cajones since his movie, "The 11th Hour" did well at Cannes. Maybe one day the rest of America will get it. We are 5% of the world's population, but produce 27% of the trash. Yeah, yeah, China is worse, but look at what they're doing... starting to educate their little ones at age 3 - that's three fucking years old. Remember? We were all still pulling poopie-nuts out of our diapers and picking our noses, but these kids are learning the tango and advanced trig - which I failed miserably at the ripe old age of 27.
Well, time to take the evil pills. Also, my favourite radio show, "Organic X" comes on in a few. The rival radio station here has a similar show on Saturday and Sunday mornings, but they play "old" chill songs. Nice departure. I haven't heard some of those tunes since High School. Peter Gabriel still rules and Sting is going on tour again. Maybe I'm not that old after all!
Friday, May 11, 2007
People from Pittsburg Do Have a Sense of Humour
This made me smile, so I thought I would post it here and email it to others.
First annual RnR picnic
Date: 2007-04-12, 11:53AM EDT
How about we all meet in a park for a picnic? All the rants and ravers face to face with hot dogs and potato salad-- wouldn't that be fun? And so that we could identify one another, here are some guidelines for coming:
All the Christians bring bibles-- but they should be the really big ones like a family bible so that we can all see how big the bible is in your life.
All the non-Christians wear black.
Fat haters-- print out your collection of obese women and pin them all over your clothes so we will immediately know how you feel on the inside. Also, be sure to bring your size 6 girlfriends and wives.
Men who love to post pictures of nudes -- come in a g-string or thong. Or just let your penis stick out of your pants if you don't have a g-string or thong.
Martyrs and victims bring a really big life size cross and don't ever put it down-- not even when you want to put relish and mustard on your hot dog. Get someone else to do that for you.
Conservatives and liberals wear all white. Don't worry if we can't tell you apart because you're really not all that different and white shows how perfect you are.
Flaggers-- Bring your brain...We won't need ours.
Bush/war supporters bring pictures of your children in their uniforms or even better, their pictures from Iraq. Or, bring that flag folded into a triangle shape that you received in their honor. If you don't have children, wear your uniform or fatigues if you are just on leave.
Hummer/SUV drivers bring pictures of your last off road experience in your car. Also, bring us back our ozone.
All the Pittsburgh haters-- bring your suitcase cause we're going to take a collection and buy you tickets to leave.
People who love Pittsburgh-- bring roses.
All of you who hate people of other races-- don't bring anything; just wear your really cool white outfit with the matching pointy hat.
The guys who hate homosexuals can bring their collection of gay porn, their copies of M4M ads and their collection of show tunes so that we can have some music.
Women haters get to bring the beer.
Everyone who likes to post pictures of your cats-- bring your cats. Duh!
Pit bull owners can bring your pit bulls! Be sure to sit in the section with the cat owners and prove to everyone how your dog wouldn't hurt a living soul.
Women who post pictures of their breasts and thong-clad butts-- stay home. Your need for male attention is really annoying.
We will recognize the guy who says to only marry foreign women. He will be the one with a woman following a couple steps behind him... or maybe it will be two or three women.
Pittsburgh-- remember to wear sunglasses. The world outside your basement is awfully bright. Bring sunscreen.
It'll be great to see everyone in person!
I'll bring a first aid kit.
First annual RnR picnic
Date: 2007-04-12, 11:53AM EDT
How about we all meet in a park for a picnic? All the rants and ravers face to face with hot dogs and potato salad-- wouldn't that be fun? And so that we could identify one another, here are some guidelines for coming:
All the Christians bring bibles-- but they should be the really big ones like a family bible so that we can all see how big the bible is in your life.
All the non-Christians wear black.
Fat haters-- print out your collection of obese women and pin them all over your clothes so we will immediately know how you feel on the inside. Also, be sure to bring your size 6 girlfriends and wives.
Men who love to post pictures of nudes -- come in a g-string or thong. Or just let your penis stick out of your pants if you don't have a g-string or thong.
Martyrs and victims bring a really big life size cross and don't ever put it down-- not even when you want to put relish and mustard on your hot dog. Get someone else to do that for you.
Conservatives and liberals wear all white. Don't worry if we can't tell you apart because you're really not all that different and white shows how perfect you are.
Flaggers-- Bring your brain...We won't need ours.
Bush/war supporters bring pictures of your children in their uniforms or even better, their pictures from Iraq. Or, bring that flag folded into a triangle shape that you received in their honor. If you don't have children, wear your uniform or fatigues if you are just on leave.
Hummer/SUV drivers bring pictures of your last off road experience in your car. Also, bring us back our ozone.
All the Pittsburgh haters-- bring your suitcase cause we're going to take a collection and buy you tickets to leave.
People who love Pittsburgh-- bring roses.
All of you who hate people of other races-- don't bring anything; just wear your really cool white outfit with the matching pointy hat.
The guys who hate homosexuals can bring their collection of gay porn, their copies of M4M ads and their collection of show tunes so that we can have some music.
Women haters get to bring the beer.
Everyone who likes to post pictures of your cats-- bring your cats. Duh!
Pit bull owners can bring your pit bulls! Be sure to sit in the section with the cat owners and prove to everyone how your dog wouldn't hurt a living soul.
Women who post pictures of their breasts and thong-clad butts-- stay home. Your need for male attention is really annoying.
We will recognize the guy who says to only marry foreign women. He will be the one with a woman following a couple steps behind him... or maybe it will be two or three women.
Pittsburgh-- remember to wear sunglasses. The world outside your basement is awfully bright. Bring sunscreen.
It'll be great to see everyone in person!
I'll bring a first aid kit.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Another Reason to Hate My Work Neighbours
So the fucking army/military are really scootin'. I mean, when you have people who are going on their third and fourth tour to Iraq, getting their asses blown off by folks who could give a flying fuck-shit why they invaded their country, yet you recruiters offer "free" college tuition... let's review the golden rule, shall we?
Nothing in life is fucking free.
Shit, give me a M-16 and a few minutes. I'll gladly go postal on anyone right now, especially the godamn army and navy, who moved in next door to my office. Of all the departments for me to have to deal with on campus, these are the two that do not make me a happy camper.
Cruel joke. Thanks so much, God.
Does Anyone Give a Shit
http://www.ajc.com/health/content/health/stories/2007/05/08/0509meshmental.html
Looks like I'm not the only crazy one to have issues. Everytime I go downtown, I see schizophrenics and other mentally ill (vets included) and wonder why they are not getting help. This helps explain, even though this is no excuse for not caring for those incapable of caring for themselves.
What a sad world it has become.
Looks like I'm not the only crazy one to have issues. Everytime I go downtown, I see schizophrenics and other mentally ill (vets included) and wonder why they are not getting help. This helps explain, even though this is no excuse for not caring for those incapable of caring for themselves.
What a sad world it has become.
Entering Month Four
of snore-fest.
Tarot says, "Nothing is quite as impossible as it seems, for you may feel a bit more pessimistic than usual. The emotions that are holding you back, however, can also contain the seeds for your forward movement. Don't accept defeat under any circumstances, even if your confidence is weak. Remember, today's actions set the stage for next week's transformations."
Let's see, "a bit more pessimistic" seems the understatement of the century. Holy shit. My sleep patterns have become - snoozy at dusk, wakey at 2 AM-4AM. For holy fuck sake, it really is time I either get the basement done and send someone there or I go to a hotel for the remainder of my Atlanta existence.
I had no idea a human face could obtain so many dark circles. I honestly believed those were reserved for racoons and meth addicts, neither of which I am..
Tarot says, "Nothing is quite as impossible as it seems, for you may feel a bit more pessimistic than usual. The emotions that are holding you back, however, can also contain the seeds for your forward movement. Don't accept defeat under any circumstances, even if your confidence is weak. Remember, today's actions set the stage for next week's transformations."
Let's see, "a bit more pessimistic" seems the understatement of the century. Holy shit. My sleep patterns have become - snoozy at dusk, wakey at 2 AM-4AM. For holy fuck sake, it really is time I either get the basement done and send someone there or I go to a hotel for the remainder of my Atlanta existence.
I had no idea a human face could obtain so many dark circles. I honestly believed those were reserved for racoons and meth addicts, neither of which I am..
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
My, My How Things Can Change
First, a great meeting with the City. I have new hope, albeit reserved, about our relationship and my ability to actually be diplomatic and honest. Shit that was stressful, but they played nicey and it felt really good. I have another meeting with them set up for later this week.
Second, looks like my baby-Honda has finally passed it's time. It really is past, I just don't like being dependent on walking around this fine City and since my credit has gone to shit, mostly in part to the work-fuck-up, I cannot afford another ride at this time.
Third, I got a little relief from my HR person about this little work issue, which actually isn't a "work" issue, but more like one of those little games I used to have to play when I worked for the dark side, 2 years ago. Sadly, those poor assholes still do not understand that "I a'int no dawg and I don't sit on no porch". Sorry for the poor vernacular, but I live in the South.
According to HR, my next step is to write a letter (oh, one of my favourite things to do) and explain my situation to my boss so my job is not in jeopardy. Also, I have to meet with the company OMSBUDSMAN - could someone please tell me what the fuck that word means? Ironically, it's the same guy I had to deal with when I was dealing with the issues from these same 2 asshole T-W-O fucking years ago. Shit - I called the godam truce and left. If you know me, that is definately not the way I usually play, but my sanity means more to me than a paycheck. Saltines and water are fine with me.
Well, off to see my witch doctor, then go see my waxist at Key Lime. Nothing like having all the hair in your body ripped out by the root to make you feel human. Oh, then I finally have an appointment with my doctor/doctor, who I will grab by the scrotum and tell him, "Give me fucking Prozac and take me off this shit that is driving me insane.". I think a reallllllllly good squeeze on his sack might get him to finally understand that I know more about my health than even his M.D. degree thinks he does.
Second, looks like my baby-Honda has finally passed it's time. It really is past, I just don't like being dependent on walking around this fine City and since my credit has gone to shit, mostly in part to the work-fuck-up, I cannot afford another ride at this time.
Third, I got a little relief from my HR person about this little work issue, which actually isn't a "work" issue, but more like one of those little games I used to have to play when I worked for the dark side, 2 years ago. Sadly, those poor assholes still do not understand that "I a'int no dawg and I don't sit on no porch". Sorry for the poor vernacular, but I live in the South.
According to HR, my next step is to write a letter (oh, one of my favourite things to do) and explain my situation to my boss so my job is not in jeopardy. Also, I have to meet with the company OMSBUDSMAN - could someone please tell me what the fuck that word means? Ironically, it's the same guy I had to deal with when I was dealing with the issues from these same 2 asshole T-W-O fucking years ago. Shit - I called the godam truce and left. If you know me, that is definately not the way I usually play, but my sanity means more to me than a paycheck. Saltines and water are fine with me.
Well, off to see my witch doctor, then go see my waxist at Key Lime. Nothing like having all the hair in your body ripped out by the root to make you feel human. Oh, then I finally have an appointment with my doctor/doctor, who I will grab by the scrotum and tell him, "Give me fucking Prozac and take me off this shit that is driving me insane.". I think a reallllllllly good squeeze on his sack might get him to finally understand that I know more about my health than even his M.D. degree thinks he does.
Monday, May 07, 2007
What Goes Around, Comes Around
I'm actually doing OK today, relative to the past two months. However, I do have a meeting today that should help me accomplish quite a bit of my quest for harmony and peaceful - albeit it initially will look more like retribution. But, I've never been much for how shit "looks like", just as long as it's legal, moral, and it benefits yours truly.
Alas, I really am looking forward to this little meeting of the minds and just for good measure, the cooking gods are with me since I made some of the best banana bread ever and several (sugar-coated) pieces will go with me as a pseudo-insurance policy.
It may take some time for the effects of this morning to take it's toll, but several people have told me that now is the time to exercise what little patience I have.
G once told me, "Don't stress it. What goes around comes around, whether you're there to see it or not." So far, that seems to be the golden rule that has held true to this date and I'll go with that again today.
Alas, I really am looking forward to this little meeting of the minds and just for good measure, the cooking gods are with me since I made some of the best banana bread ever and several (sugar-coated) pieces will go with me as a pseudo-insurance policy.
It may take some time for the effects of this morning to take it's toll, but several people have told me that now is the time to exercise what little patience I have.
G once told me, "Don't stress it. What goes around comes around, whether you're there to see it or not." So far, that seems to be the golden rule that has held true to this date and I'll go with that again today.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Video and Lyrics Can Really Say it All
http://www.warnerbrosrecords.com/click/click.php?id=63
Ok, so this is not what I wanted to post, but ever since Google bought YouTube, I've been struggling like many old folks do trying to figure out their Medicad.
Anyway, if it doesn't work, then just go to YouTube and punch in "Linkin Park" and check out the video for "What I Want". How apropos.
I'll have to get a 16-year old to show me how this shit works. For fucksake, I feel old.
As a matter of fact, 12 noon is approaching and a nap sounds delightful.
Ok, so this is not what I wanted to post, but ever since Google bought YouTube, I've been struggling like many old folks do trying to figure out their Medicad.
Anyway, if it doesn't work, then just go to YouTube and punch in "Linkin Park" and check out the video for "What I Want". How apropos.
I'll have to get a 16-year old to show me how this shit works. For fucksake, I feel old.
As a matter of fact, 12 noon is approaching and a nap sounds delightful.
If I Were French...
#1 I think I'd live in Brittany.
and
#2 I'd definitely vote for Segolene Royal as their new president. Anyone who says they think Bush is a freak-show-Pres-of-the-US, is a friend of mine.
Besides, a middle-aged, beautiful woman, living "in sin" with four of their children, knows how to run a good home, and most likely, a good country.
Besides, all I have to read in "Le Monde" is Nicolas Sarkozy quoted as saying he would gladly shake Bush's hand where as I would gladly cut it off and shove it up his ass. Of course, he might actually enjoy it, which would defeat the point entirely.
Good luck, my French friends. You have a choice today. Become a part of the scourge of the earth like America? Or become part of the universal community and give all of us a chance at peace.
and
#2 I'd definitely vote for Segolene Royal as their new president. Anyone who says they think Bush is a freak-show-Pres-of-the-US, is a friend of mine.
Besides, a middle-aged, beautiful woman, living "in sin" with four of their children, knows how to run a good home, and most likely, a good country.
Besides, all I have to read in "Le Monde" is Nicolas Sarkozy quoted as saying he would gladly shake Bush's hand where as I would gladly cut it off and shove it up his ass. Of course, he might actually enjoy it, which would defeat the point entirely.
Good luck, my French friends. You have a choice today. Become a part of the scourge of the earth like America? Or become part of the universal community and give all of us a chance at peace.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Who's Cuttin' ZZZZZZs
Well, let's see. An elimination of process here would be the best option:
Miss Poo: Snoozin'
Mousey: Snoozi'
Stinky: Snoozing
The Baby: Snoozin' (so adorable is that little one)
Day-Day: Snoozin' with the Bulldozer and everyother piece of large farm equipment he must have shoved up his noze.
Me: Well, let's just say, I ain't writing this shit in my sleep. They say patience is an attribute to those who have a healthy mental state. I guess I'm not there yet as I pulled a knife on the aforementioned bulldozer at midnight. Thank God, I managed three full hours of z-ville before the cramps started.
However, as I said, patience is worthy and today - at 2:45 - a mere 11 hours and 15 minutes from now, the DOC will at least be ready to eval the construction worker's apnea.
On another note; I got a message from a friend who tends to do shit that annoys him - yeah, OK, who am I to talk, right? Anyway, he stayed up and watched the Republican debate last night. Personally, I would rather have my nail pulled out with a Leatherman's and then take a swim in a bath of pig fat, but all that being so apropos, here's the note he sent me...
"...two of them came out against the others for supporting stem cell research, and they are stranding in the Ronald Reagan library for this thing. There go all the old republicans that are seriously looking at an illness that shits sooner than they will. Rebroadcast on MSNBC website"
I'm not surprised in the least. Another reason not to watch.
Work needs to come to a somewhat point of closure - good or bad - today. It's been two weeks and still the game is playing, which makes me assume, they don't want to play nicey-nicey with yours truly. What a sad, sad lesson someone will have to learn, and I don't play teacher like the compassionate, caring person someone like my Mum can be. Hence the reason - I don't fucking teach.
Going to see my chiro this morning, then take Day-Day to (what better be a fucking Merlin of a doctor) to convince this machine to have surgery and get rid of the primary problem of sleep for everyone.
Then, with a bit of luck---- it may just rain soon. For fuck sake, how do desert people do this? I don't plant cacti because I live in the southEAST and, occasionally, we expect to get water from the sky, even if it's laced with pcbs, HCL, and cat piss.
Fuck it. Going to read for a while since I have to get up at 5 AM and it's already 3:30. Check out the May issue of "Vanity Fair". It's their second annual "green issue" and it's quite interesting albeit not that enlightening if you keep your nose to the news-wheel.
Miss Poo: Snoozin'
Mousey: Snoozi'
Stinky: Snoozing
The Baby: Snoozin' (so adorable is that little one)
Day-Day: Snoozin' with the Bulldozer and everyother piece of large farm equipment he must have shoved up his noze.
Me: Well, let's just say, I ain't writing this shit in my sleep. They say patience is an attribute to those who have a healthy mental state. I guess I'm not there yet as I pulled a knife on the aforementioned bulldozer at midnight. Thank God, I managed three full hours of z-ville before the cramps started.
However, as I said, patience is worthy and today - at 2:45 - a mere 11 hours and 15 minutes from now, the DOC will at least be ready to eval the construction worker's apnea.
On another note; I got a message from a friend who tends to do shit that annoys him - yeah, OK, who am I to talk, right? Anyway, he stayed up and watched the Republican debate last night. Personally, I would rather have my nail pulled out with a Leatherman's and then take a swim in a bath of pig fat, but all that being so apropos, here's the note he sent me...
"...two of them came out against the others for supporting stem cell research, and they are stranding in the Ronald Reagan library for this thing. There go all the old republicans that are seriously looking at an illness that shits sooner than they will. Rebroadcast on MSNBC website"
I'm not surprised in the least. Another reason not to watch.
Work needs to come to a somewhat point of closure - good or bad - today. It's been two weeks and still the game is playing, which makes me assume, they don't want to play nicey-nicey with yours truly. What a sad, sad lesson someone will have to learn, and I don't play teacher like the compassionate, caring person someone like my Mum can be. Hence the reason - I don't fucking teach.
Going to see my chiro this morning, then take Day-Day to (what better be a fucking Merlin of a doctor) to convince this machine to have surgery and get rid of the primary problem of sleep for everyone.
Then, with a bit of luck---- it may just rain soon. For fuck sake, how do desert people do this? I don't plant cacti because I live in the southEAST and, occasionally, we expect to get water from the sky, even if it's laced with pcbs, HCL, and cat piss.
Fuck it. Going to read for a while since I have to get up at 5 AM and it's already 3:30. Check out the May issue of "Vanity Fair". It's their second annual "green issue" and it's quite interesting albeit not that enlightening if you keep your nose to the news-wheel.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Why I love my Tarot
OK, so maybe it's blasphemy, but I do love when my tarot hits a home run. I'm going to tell the boss that I need some leave of absence. It will hit hard in the bank, but be worth it to me physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Tarot said:
"Perhaps you are so busy at work that you need a change very soon. The pace has increased to a peak of craziness, but you aren't willing anymore to put up with what was previously acceptable. Change will happen, whether or not you take action, so don't push too hard or you may regret it later on.
The intense Scorpio Full Moon at 6:09 am EDT represents a culmination of an emotional cycle. Our feelings are stronger and our dreams are more real. The best application of this Full Moon is to delve into the tough issues, even if we are afraid of what we cannot see lurking in the shadows. The Sun's conjunction to interactive Mercury suggests that communication is crucial to transforming our fear into acceptance by choosing awareness over denial."
Actually 6:09AM is in about 20 minutes. That should help determine how the day goes. I know I've been up since 3, but that's only because water restrictions require me to water my yard and garden from midnight to 10 AM on Wednesdays and Sundays. Also, I've been pondering my go-in-for-the-kill revenge if things don't go well with my California trip. Details come later, but I'm feeling pretty good about the fact that regardless of whether or not work decides the easy route and plays nicey with this hormonal bitch, hell hath no fury...
Well, time to get a shower and chill before I try to take the ol' girl out for a spin. This should be a fun endevour, regardless. Oh, and it's also time to take those evil drugs, feed Bubba-Ganoosh (yeah, his name is Bubba and I really do think he's either gay or a trannie, but who am I to judge?) Then it's off to my most favourite place --- work. Some have to continue to pay the penalty for mistakes made even years and years ago.
Alas, if I hear the name, "Job", I will shoot.
Oh, and some good news? It maybe that the pigs across the street will wake up and realize that their water has been cut off. I have no idea why the City was out here at 9 PM, but the guy had a turn key and was at their water meter with a padlock. What irony. The one place I have to go all the time and I will probably wind up in the waiting room with Mommy-Pig. Did I mention the shotgun? Ah, I'm just joking. They won't let me take my 12-gauge into City Hall.
Tarot said:
"Perhaps you are so busy at work that you need a change very soon. The pace has increased to a peak of craziness, but you aren't willing anymore to put up with what was previously acceptable. Change will happen, whether or not you take action, so don't push too hard or you may regret it later on.
The intense Scorpio Full Moon at 6:09 am EDT represents a culmination of an emotional cycle. Our feelings are stronger and our dreams are more real. The best application of this Full Moon is to delve into the tough issues, even if we are afraid of what we cannot see lurking in the shadows. The Sun's conjunction to interactive Mercury suggests that communication is crucial to transforming our fear into acceptance by choosing awareness over denial."
Actually 6:09AM is in about 20 minutes. That should help determine how the day goes. I know I've been up since 3, but that's only because water restrictions require me to water my yard and garden from midnight to 10 AM on Wednesdays and Sundays. Also, I've been pondering my go-in-for-the-kill revenge if things don't go well with my California trip. Details come later, but I'm feeling pretty good about the fact that regardless of whether or not work decides the easy route and plays nicey with this hormonal bitch, hell hath no fury...
Well, time to get a shower and chill before I try to take the ol' girl out for a spin. This should be a fun endevour, regardless. Oh, and it's also time to take those evil drugs, feed Bubba-Ganoosh (yeah, his name is Bubba and I really do think he's either gay or a trannie, but who am I to judge?) Then it's off to my most favourite place --- work. Some have to continue to pay the penalty for mistakes made even years and years ago.
Alas, if I hear the name, "Job", I will shoot.
Oh, and some good news? It maybe that the pigs across the street will wake up and realize that their water has been cut off. I have no idea why the City was out here at 9 PM, but the guy had a turn key and was at their water meter with a padlock. What irony. The one place I have to go all the time and I will probably wind up in the waiting room with Mommy-Pig. Did I mention the shotgun? Ah, I'm just joking. They won't let me take my 12-gauge into City Hall.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Wheeeeee!
This fucking medicinal rollercoaster ride is really beginning to piss me off. Actually, it's just annoying me because I'm told I'm a bit of a control freak and I guess - a hormonal tornado (on so many levels).
I bent down this morning to get the cat bowls for the lion pride and lost my balance. Just so happens that I keep the cat bowls next to the kitchen sink. Thank God the edge of the counter was there to break my fall to the floor! Whew. With this knot on my forehead, I feel like a godamn gargoyle.
The cats were laughing their asses off, though. It's 4 AM and I'm staggering around the kitchen like a weeble, seeing stars, and they think it's Comedy Central.
Fucking ingrates.
My chiropractor did some witch doctor shit yesterday that I have faith will help me more than those fucking morons at the doctor/doctor. At least I don't have much choice right now. Whatever the Moron-Medics have done to me, I think they should bill the fucking cats since they're the ones who apparently get the most pleasure watching me fall down like a 10-month old, diaper-wearing, baby.
The insomnia was the first few days, now I'm dead. I think I went to bed just after sunfall last night, and I couldn't drag my ass out of the bed at 7 AM. It's about that time in the evening, sunfall is in 30 minutes, and me thinks, down goes the clown. At least I moved the cat dishes away from the sink.
Speaking of that, AmberGrace has finally figured out that even though she thinks she's smarter than me, I outweigh her ten-fold, and sheer brute force with my irritabilty levels, will prove that I walk on two legs and have a bigger brain - maybe a very, cloudy brain, but a bigger brain, nonetheless.
And just to test my health issue - I thought Anna escaped today and a dog had eaten her (very long story), and my work has decided that water sometimes appears to be under the bridge... especially when you're the one that called the truce, but it may not actually be there. Me thinks that at the very least - somebody, or somebodies, may have made a very expensive, tactally-deficient error. Call it a moral decision on my part. I love that. I now wonder why I had Mephistophicles on my desktop for so long.
Oh, and Daddy's advice was "you'll get used to the drugs". Lovely, thanks to this little potion the Moron-Medics have me on, I feel like I'm having my 98th birthday, not my 38th birthday.
I bent down this morning to get the cat bowls for the lion pride and lost my balance. Just so happens that I keep the cat bowls next to the kitchen sink. Thank God the edge of the counter was there to break my fall to the floor! Whew. With this knot on my forehead, I feel like a godamn gargoyle.
The cats were laughing their asses off, though. It's 4 AM and I'm staggering around the kitchen like a weeble, seeing stars, and they think it's Comedy Central.
Fucking ingrates.
My chiropractor did some witch doctor shit yesterday that I have faith will help me more than those fucking morons at the doctor/doctor. At least I don't have much choice right now. Whatever the Moron-Medics have done to me, I think they should bill the fucking cats since they're the ones who apparently get the most pleasure watching me fall down like a 10-month old, diaper-wearing, baby.
The insomnia was the first few days, now I'm dead. I think I went to bed just after sunfall last night, and I couldn't drag my ass out of the bed at 7 AM. It's about that time in the evening, sunfall is in 30 minutes, and me thinks, down goes the clown. At least I moved the cat dishes away from the sink.
Speaking of that, AmberGrace has finally figured out that even though she thinks she's smarter than me, I outweigh her ten-fold, and sheer brute force with my irritabilty levels, will prove that I walk on two legs and have a bigger brain - maybe a very, cloudy brain, but a bigger brain, nonetheless.
And just to test my health issue - I thought Anna escaped today and a dog had eaten her (very long story), and my work has decided that water sometimes appears to be under the bridge... especially when you're the one that called the truce, but it may not actually be there. Me thinks that at the very least - somebody, or somebodies, may have made a very expensive, tactally-deficient error. Call it a moral decision on my part. I love that. I now wonder why I had Mephistophicles on my desktop for so long.
Oh, and Daddy's advice was "you'll get used to the drugs". Lovely, thanks to this little potion the Moron-Medics have me on, I feel like I'm having my 98th birthday, not my 38th birthday.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Finally, Advice I Will Try to Take
Tarot today says,
"You may need to exhibit self-restraint, especially if everyone seems to be urging you to give it your all. It may seem like you're doing well with everything that's happening, but overextension has significant consequences now and you could risk losing what you've already gained. Slow down and do less; it's better to get a few things done right than to cleverly spin your wheels accomplishing nothing."
Well I can give it a shot, but since I've been up since 2 AM - A-FUCKING-GAIN, and I have two - count 'em T-W-O pulled upper hamstrings thanks to this medication, kiss my ass and call me Fuzzy.
And let me think where the last place on earth I would like to be right now ---- oh yeah, at this shithole job.
At least I'm seeing my chiropractor today. That has to be the most relaxing place -except for Key Lime - that I can go. Besides the fact he is a complete wizard and fixed my back 20 times last year, it's just a nice place to be.
Then I may just go the hell home and sleep with the cats. Of course, that would - yet again - throw off my sleep pattern, but zzzzz's are zzzzz's. Hell, if I wanted to, I could just say I was in Australia where they really are sleeping right now. Actually, New Zealand would be better.
Two more hours before the chiro. Let's see if the ol' girl can hang in there that long without going ballistic.
The doc has still not called about my health issues, which could be anything from a mono relapse to "fluid around my heart". As SJ so pointed out, "Don't worry about that, girl. You need to have a heart to have fluid around it."
Suck my left pinkie toe, SJ.
"You may need to exhibit self-restraint, especially if everyone seems to be urging you to give it your all. It may seem like you're doing well with everything that's happening, but overextension has significant consequences now and you could risk losing what you've already gained. Slow down and do less; it's better to get a few things done right than to cleverly spin your wheels accomplishing nothing."
Well I can give it a shot, but since I've been up since 2 AM - A-FUCKING-GAIN, and I have two - count 'em T-W-O pulled upper hamstrings thanks to this medication, kiss my ass and call me Fuzzy.
And let me think where the last place on earth I would like to be right now ---- oh yeah, at this shithole job.
At least I'm seeing my chiropractor today. That has to be the most relaxing place -except for Key Lime - that I can go. Besides the fact he is a complete wizard and fixed my back 20 times last year, it's just a nice place to be.
Then I may just go the hell home and sleep with the cats. Of course, that would - yet again - throw off my sleep pattern, but zzzzz's are zzzzz's. Hell, if I wanted to, I could just say I was in Australia where they really are sleeping right now. Actually, New Zealand would be better.
Two more hours before the chiro. Let's see if the ol' girl can hang in there that long without going ballistic.
The doc has still not called about my health issues, which could be anything from a mono relapse to "fluid around my heart". As SJ so pointed out, "Don't worry about that, girl. You need to have a heart to have fluid around it."
Suck my left pinkie toe, SJ.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
The Beginning of the Fall... Southern Style
Let's see... where to begin?
Just as an opener, just remember, THE "A-T-L" quite possibly is the complete answer to our City's problems. Dumb-asses (is that the plural form of Dumbass?) can't pronounce, much less spell, "A-T-L-A-N-T-A", so our slogan is " The ATL" - as though putting an article (aka "the") makes it sound more honourable. Hmmmm, makes me wonder where this place is going and since I already have a first class ticket to the ninth circle of Hell when I finally get kicked to the curb, so I don't really think I need to live in it whilst on this planet.
First, it looks like our illustrious Mayor was (understood, past tense) the Mother-in-Law to this dipshit:
Me thinks that if someone can find a way to cut the collar off his dog ass and scamper cross-country for 7 months, he should have had a bit more difficult time. Hell, I've had more trouble crossing the Alabama State Line, but I also spent 16 full, HELL-A-SHOUS (yeah, spelling is off there, too, but I'm on freaky meds so I have an excuse) days crossing the country, but I wasn't a criminal wanted for trafficking 500 kg of white snow from Californina to Atlanta to Greenville every week---- oh, and I don't mean the snow you can get at Tahoe.
For details, you can look at any City paper, AJC and Loaf are 2 - liberal examples, but the details will come out.
http://atlanta.creativeloafing.com/gyrobase/Content?oid=oid%3A234711
Second, look at what came out of the killing of that old lady on English Ave last year. These three WHITE cops plead guilty to manslaughter to avoid other charges, which involve the death penalty (to include felony murder, false imprisionmnet, etc), so they can piss away 12-14 years in the Pokie. Something tells me it won't be a "Sandals" type of resort once Bubba, Billy Ray, and JohnBoy get there. Don't bend over for the soap, y'all, 'cause once they find out you are not only cops, but rat-cops--- damn, can you tell me how many miles it takes for a direct flight to Hell? I'll take those now, if you please. At least I have SkyMiles to get there. Besides, they cut this deal so they could tell FBI, GBI and everyone else about everyone else that is crooked in our system. If there was a way I could illustrate "shit hitting the fan", I would, but I have enough to worry about just walking around my own house without shoes on. However, prescription drugs seem to help....at least some of us.
OK, what's next? Looks as though the ATL housing authority has decided to crack - pardon the pun - down on the "Projects" (i.e., federally and state and city funded housing). This means that after 2-1/2 years, they "say" they're going to kick out anyone who lives in a housing project that cannot work 30 hours a week or show that they are in vocational or educational program. And some of these assholes actually got out there and protested. One excuse was, "Well, there are women out there that cannot work because they don't have the duckies for child support." Excuse the fuck out of me?
My next door neighbour had to adopt her fucking GRANDKIDS because her daughter realized she was a lesbian - I shit you not - and she just happened to be a crack ho - (yeah, I wrote it like that because in school they don't teach you the proper way to spell "whore" - ask Imus). This woman has to be in her sixties, works manual labour 4 AM until 3 PM six days a week and she actually started on Section 8, but has paid her house off. She is a good neigbour and I always worry about recipricating. The pigs across the street and the ones that infest the 'hood, are the ones the AHA is focusing on. Get a grip, folks. If you work, you get what you work for (if not a little less), but at least you earned it. And this coming from a Socalist?!
That being said, I want to have a baby before I'm 41 (that's old to some of you fuckheads, but you deal with my hormones for a month at my age and I'd gladly swap my uterus for your loser prostate.) Needless to say, I want what they call a "planned parentship", not a "un-planned parenthood" issue. But that's just me. I've seen so many people in the past six years living here that only seem to have children because of welfare and/or because they were simply irresponsible. I understand a mistake, really, really I do. However, you don't make same godamn mistake more that 3 times. That's when you simply earn the title of "Mistress Fucking Idiot-Mooch/Slut".
Leave my tax dollars alone. Earn your money. I'm in a job that I hate worse than anything, but it pays me enough to keep this house and get me by - albeit with some heartburn - but for FUCK-SAKE - I work to do that. When I come home for lunch and you and your 20-year-old friends are standing across the street from my house - just "hangin'" at noon, you are NOT in school and you are not at work--- that's when I've found the Gregorian chants very effective.
On the federal level of this subject, guess what? The majority or assholes in the Supreme Court voted to veto "late term abortion", which is one of the topic Bill Maher brought up with his panel to include that Manly-Man, Amy Holmes. She said she is pro-choice, but does not support "late term abortion". OK, Chica, let me tell you something.... late-term is defined by abortion after the fourth month or after the beginning of the second semester. OK, hang with me here, Doctor Holmes, but do you know what an "amniocentesis" is? I doubt it considering you are around 23 years old and you support Bush- but ignorance aside... I'm here to educate you in my aging years...
Amniocentesis is conducted during the second trimester only so the doctor and the PATIENT/WOMAN can determine whether or not the FETUS she is carrying is also pre-genetically determined to have a disease such as Down's Syndrome and others. I have a friend who decided to have a Down baby and I know that this little girl can live happy, albeit short-lived lives - if cared for properly. However, at my age, with my health, I don't have the fucking energy and NOBODY adopts a Down kid. Let's get this clear to all you penis-carrying, empty-headed morons and all of their Stepford Wives, it's not a legislative issue, it's a moral and personal issue. And you call Democrats "big government". HA.
Well, I've been up since 2 AM - sans a few hours of daybreak napping - and my rants are gettin old, even for me. Also, there is something to be said about running your mouth about "how good you are feeling", then the next day, barely able to sit upright for five minutes.
Oh, and if you want to watch a great movie, "Notes on a Scandal", "King of Scotland" and, "Blood Diamond" - all thanks to these wacky drugs, body chemistry, muscle cramps and inevitable insomnia. Trust me, I don't need to look up the history of the word, "catapult". No wonder one cat is on Prozac, the other two on Valium. I may re-think that theft option considering I'm the one paying for it.
Just as an opener, just remember, THE "A-T-L" quite possibly is the complete answer to our City's problems. Dumb-asses (is that the plural form of Dumbass?) can't pronounce, much less spell, "A-T-L-A-N-T-A", so our slogan is " The ATL" - as though putting an article (aka "the") makes it sound more honourable. Hmmmm, makes me wonder where this place is going and since I already have a first class ticket to the ninth circle of Hell when I finally get kicked to the curb, so I don't really think I need to live in it whilst on this planet.
First, it looks like our illustrious Mayor was (understood, past tense) the Mother-in-Law to this dipshit:
Me thinks that if someone can find a way to cut the collar off his dog ass and scamper cross-country for 7 months, he should have had a bit more difficult time. Hell, I've had more trouble crossing the Alabama State Line, but I also spent 16 full, HELL-A-SHOUS (yeah, spelling is off there, too, but I'm on freaky meds so I have an excuse) days crossing the country, but I wasn't a criminal wanted for trafficking 500 kg of white snow from Californina to Atlanta to Greenville every week---- oh, and I don't mean the snow you can get at Tahoe.
For details, you can look at any City paper, AJC and Loaf are 2 - liberal examples, but the details will come out.
http://atlanta.creativeloafing.com/gyrobase/Content?oid=oid%3A234711
Second, look at what came out of the killing of that old lady on English Ave last year. These three WHITE cops plead guilty to manslaughter to avoid other charges, which involve the death penalty (to include felony murder, false imprisionmnet, etc), so they can piss away 12-14 years in the Pokie. Something tells me it won't be a "Sandals" type of resort once Bubba, Billy Ray, and JohnBoy get there. Don't bend over for the soap, y'all, 'cause once they find out you are not only cops, but rat-cops--- damn, can you tell me how many miles it takes for a direct flight to Hell? I'll take those now, if you please. At least I have SkyMiles to get there. Besides, they cut this deal so they could tell FBI, GBI and everyone else about everyone else that is crooked in our system. If there was a way I could illustrate "shit hitting the fan", I would, but I have enough to worry about just walking around my own house without shoes on. However, prescription drugs seem to help....at least some of us.
OK, what's next? Looks as though the ATL housing authority has decided to crack - pardon the pun - down on the "Projects" (i.e., federally and state and city funded housing). This means that after 2-1/2 years, they "say" they're going to kick out anyone who lives in a housing project that cannot work 30 hours a week or show that they are in vocational or educational program. And some of these assholes actually got out there and protested. One excuse was, "Well, there are women out there that cannot work because they don't have the duckies for child support." Excuse the fuck out of me?
My next door neighbour had to adopt her fucking GRANDKIDS because her daughter realized she was a lesbian - I shit you not - and she just happened to be a crack ho - (yeah, I wrote it like that because in school they don't teach you the proper way to spell "whore" - ask Imus). This woman has to be in her sixties, works manual labour 4 AM until 3 PM six days a week and she actually started on Section 8, but has paid her house off. She is a good neigbour and I always worry about recipricating. The pigs across the street and the ones that infest the 'hood, are the ones the AHA is focusing on. Get a grip, folks. If you work, you get what you work for (if not a little less), but at least you earned it. And this coming from a Socalist?!
That being said, I want to have a baby before I'm 41 (that's old to some of you fuckheads, but you deal with my hormones for a month at my age and I'd gladly swap my uterus for your loser prostate.) Needless to say, I want what they call a "planned parentship", not a "un-planned parenthood" issue. But that's just me. I've seen so many people in the past six years living here that only seem to have children because of welfare and/or because they were simply irresponsible. I understand a mistake, really, really I do. However, you don't make same godamn mistake more that 3 times. That's when you simply earn the title of "Mistress Fucking Idiot-Mooch/Slut".
Leave my tax dollars alone. Earn your money. I'm in a job that I hate worse than anything, but it pays me enough to keep this house and get me by - albeit with some heartburn - but for FUCK-SAKE - I work to do that. When I come home for lunch and you and your 20-year-old friends are standing across the street from my house - just "hangin'" at noon, you are NOT in school and you are not at work--- that's when I've found the Gregorian chants very effective.
On the federal level of this subject, guess what? The majority or assholes in the Supreme Court voted to veto "late term abortion", which is one of the topic Bill Maher brought up with his panel to include that Manly-Man, Amy Holmes. She said she is pro-choice, but does not support "late term abortion". OK, Chica, let me tell you something.... late-term is defined by abortion after the fourth month or after the beginning of the second semester. OK, hang with me here, Doctor Holmes, but do you know what an "amniocentesis" is? I doubt it considering you are around 23 years old and you support Bush- but ignorance aside... I'm here to educate you in my aging years...
Amniocentesis is conducted during the second trimester only so the doctor and the PATIENT/WOMAN can determine whether or not the FETUS she is carrying is also pre-genetically determined to have a disease such as Down's Syndrome and others. I have a friend who decided to have a Down baby and I know that this little girl can live happy, albeit short-lived lives - if cared for properly. However, at my age, with my health, I don't have the fucking energy and NOBODY adopts a Down kid. Let's get this clear to all you penis-carrying, empty-headed morons and all of their Stepford Wives, it's not a legislative issue, it's a moral and personal issue. And you call Democrats "big government". HA.
Well, I've been up since 2 AM - sans a few hours of daybreak napping - and my rants are gettin old, even for me. Also, there is something to be said about running your mouth about "how good you are feeling", then the next day, barely able to sit upright for five minutes.
Oh, and if you want to watch a great movie, "Notes on a Scandal", "King of Scotland" and, "Blood Diamond" - all thanks to these wacky drugs, body chemistry, muscle cramps and inevitable insomnia. Trust me, I don't need to look up the history of the word, "catapult". No wonder one cat is on Prozac, the other two on Valium. I may re-think that theft option considering I'm the one paying for it.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Coming to a Breakdown
So the details aren't going to be given, but yeah, when Melissa Ethridge's song, "Having a Breakdown" comes on time and time and these meds are so totally fucking with everything, which isn't already fucked, I think that's called a breakdown. Thankfully, I'm trying to see the "glass half full" so "having a breakdown" really translates to "coming to a breakdown" --- it's a language thing.
Here's a mental image of how positive I am fighting to be. Normally, I am the fun one, but these meds are turning me into a demon. How fucked up that the cats can have Valium and Prozac and I've gotta have beta-blockers. And, no, I'm not going to steal from any of the cats because it's better than picking up furr-balls and turds (not to mention having to tell overnight guests to keep their shoes on because they don't know what "liquid" they could walk atop). That really makes for a bad morning.
Anyway, I trying to stay up. Here's a good mental representation of my meager attempt, and thankfully Daddy doesn't read my blog - 'cause you KNOW he'd have an opinion. I finally changed my desktop picture...
So from this:
Delacroix
TO:
MC Escher
Here's a mental image of how positive I am fighting to be. Normally, I am the fun one, but these meds are turning me into a demon. How fucked up that the cats can have Valium and Prozac and I've gotta have beta-blockers. And, no, I'm not going to steal from any of the cats because it's better than picking up furr-balls and turds (not to mention having to tell overnight guests to keep their shoes on because they don't know what "liquid" they could walk atop). That really makes for a bad morning.
Anyway, I trying to stay up. Here's a good mental representation of my meager attempt, and thankfully Daddy doesn't read my blog - 'cause you KNOW he'd have an opinion. I finally changed my desktop picture...
So from this:
Delacroix
TO:
MC Escher
Bill Maher is a Genius
one of the only perks of taking a medicine cocktail that causes insomnia is that you can watch shows that come on at 1:00 AM that normally you wouldn't get to see. Last night I got to see Real Time with Bill Maher. Amy Holmes has to be a man because that stupid bitch is only one Prozac away from Ann Coulter. And Holmes is black. Yeah, I know, Condi Rice is a black woman who fully supports that mental retard of a President, but she's fucking him blind and probably getting paid a nice sum for it.
Getting back to something that won't raise my stress levels, in case you missed New Rules, here's the best one from last night, especially after reading the Rush Limbaugh anti-global warming shit he spews all the time...
"And, finally, New Rule: From now on, Earth Day really must be a year-round thing. And...and in honor of this Earth Day, starting Monday, supermarket clerks must stop putting the big bottle of detergent with the handle on it, in a plastic bag. I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but you see that handle you just lifted the detergent with? I could use that same handle to carry the detergent to my car.
And while we're at it, stop putting my liquor in a smaller paper sack before you put it in the big paper sack with my other stuff. What, are you afraid my groceries will think less of me if they see I've been drinking? Trust me, the broccoli doesn't care, and the condoms, they already know.
So, here's a quote from Albert Einstein. He said, if the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination. No more plants. No more animals. No more man. Well, guess what? The bees are disappearing in massive numbers all around the world. And if you think I'm being alarmist, and that, "Oh, they'll figure out some way to pollinate the plants." No, they've tried.
For a lot of what we eat, only bees work. And they're not working. They're gone. It's called "colony collapse disorder," when the hive's inhabitants suddenly disappear and all that's left are a few queens and some immature workers. Like when a party winds down at Elton John's house. Queens imagery.
But, I think we are the ones suffering from colony collapse disorder. Because, although nobody really knows for sure what's killing the bees, it's not Al Qaeda, and it's not God doing some of his Old Testament shtick. And it's not Winnie the Pooh. It's us. It could be from pesticides or genetically-modified food or global warming, or the high fructose corn syrup we started to feed them.
Recently, it was discovered that bees won't fly near cell phones. The electromagnetic signals they emit might screw up the bees' navigation system, knocking them out of the sky. So, thanks, big mouth guy in line at Starbucks. You just killed us.
It's nature's way of saying, "Can you hear me now?"
Last week, I asked, if it solved global warming, would you give up the TV remote and go back to carting your fat a$$ over to the television set every time you wanted to change the channel. If it comes down to the cell phone versus the bee, will we choose to literally blather ourselves to death? Will we continue to tell ourselves that we don't have to solve environmental problems, we can just adapt? Build sea walls instead of stopping the ice caps from melting. Don't save the creatures of the earth in the oceans; just learn to eat the slime and the jellyfish that nothing can kill; like Chinese restaurants are already doing.
You know what? Maybe you don't need to talk on your cell phone all the time. Maybe you don't need a bag when you buy a keychain. Americans throw out 100 billion plastic bags a year, and they all take 1,000 years to decompose. Your children's children's children will never know you, but they'll know you once bought batteries at the 99-cents Store because the bag will still be caught in a tree. Except there won't be any trees.
Sunday is Earth Day. Please educate someone about the birds and the bees. Because, without bees, humans become the canary in the coal mine. And we make bad canaries, because we're already such sheep."
Getting back to something that won't raise my stress levels, in case you missed New Rules, here's the best one from last night, especially after reading the Rush Limbaugh anti-global warming shit he spews all the time...
"And, finally, New Rule: From now on, Earth Day really must be a year-round thing. And...and in honor of this Earth Day, starting Monday, supermarket clerks must stop putting the big bottle of detergent with the handle on it, in a plastic bag. I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but you see that handle you just lifted the detergent with? I could use that same handle to carry the detergent to my car.
And while we're at it, stop putting my liquor in a smaller paper sack before you put it in the big paper sack with my other stuff. What, are you afraid my groceries will think less of me if they see I've been drinking? Trust me, the broccoli doesn't care, and the condoms, they already know.
So, here's a quote from Albert Einstein. He said, if the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination. No more plants. No more animals. No more man. Well, guess what? The bees are disappearing in massive numbers all around the world. And if you think I'm being alarmist, and that, "Oh, they'll figure out some way to pollinate the plants." No, they've tried.
For a lot of what we eat, only bees work. And they're not working. They're gone. It's called "colony collapse disorder," when the hive's inhabitants suddenly disappear and all that's left are a few queens and some immature workers. Like when a party winds down at Elton John's house. Queens imagery.
But, I think we are the ones suffering from colony collapse disorder. Because, although nobody really knows for sure what's killing the bees, it's not Al Qaeda, and it's not God doing some of his Old Testament shtick. And it's not Winnie the Pooh. It's us. It could be from pesticides or genetically-modified food or global warming, or the high fructose corn syrup we started to feed them.
Recently, it was discovered that bees won't fly near cell phones. The electromagnetic signals they emit might screw up the bees' navigation system, knocking them out of the sky. So, thanks, big mouth guy in line at Starbucks. You just killed us.
It's nature's way of saying, "Can you hear me now?"
Last week, I asked, if it solved global warming, would you give up the TV remote and go back to carting your fat a$$ over to the television set every time you wanted to change the channel. If it comes down to the cell phone versus the bee, will we choose to literally blather ourselves to death? Will we continue to tell ourselves that we don't have to solve environmental problems, we can just adapt? Build sea walls instead of stopping the ice caps from melting. Don't save the creatures of the earth in the oceans; just learn to eat the slime and the jellyfish that nothing can kill; like Chinese restaurants are already doing.
You know what? Maybe you don't need to talk on your cell phone all the time. Maybe you don't need a bag when you buy a keychain. Americans throw out 100 billion plastic bags a year, and they all take 1,000 years to decompose. Your children's children's children will never know you, but they'll know you once bought batteries at the 99-cents Store because the bag will still be caught in a tree. Except there won't be any trees.
Sunday is Earth Day. Please educate someone about the birds and the bees. Because, without bees, humans become the canary in the coal mine. And we make bad canaries, because we're already such sheep."
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Tragedy at Virginia Tech
I've had some email traffic from my cousin, who is a professor at GT. Also, my boss is from VT and most of his kids and family are either graduates or professors there.
Here is an abbreviated list - chronologically - of our traffic. I'm deleting names because of some people's inability to control their outlash at my honest opinions and like to broadcast them, but family knows me and other family.
The Virginia Tech thing really will scar my trip out west, but it was a good, definately needed break, even though the laundry has grown exponentially. At least I don't need a coat or sweater to do what needs to get done.
Email sent on Thursday, April 19th at 2:30 AM local time.
>M&H,
>
>I know that we all have family and friends in Blacksburg and at Virginia Tech. M, please let me know if any of our family were directly affected by Monday's tragedy and tell them I am thinking of them.
>
>H, I hope your family and friends are also well.
>
>My thoughts are with everyone who was affected and since I've gotten emails from friends and family around the world wishing the best for everyone, I thought I would pass along my thoughts and prayers.
>
>I'm still in California, but will be home Saturday.
>
>My best to all.
My cousin's response...
>Subject: RE: Virginia Tech Tragedy
>Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 12:39:57 -0400
>
>thank you for your message
>so far as i know i don't know anyone affected by this personally
>but it is truly heartbreaking
>i went into a classroom yesterday and an image flashed
>in my mind of a madman shooting my students
>i had to walk back out again to regain my composure
>yet the further tragedy -- one we can hardly bear the burden of
>-- is that in some parts of the world this is daily existence
>m
>
>Sent: Sun 4/22/2007 7:53 AM
>Subject: Virginia Tech Tragedy
Hey there. I'm sorry to hear about your classroom anxiety, but I never really considered the perspective from a professor's side, so thank you. I'm also so grateful that nobody I know was directly affected, but I tend to sympathize too much with those who lost so much simply to a man whose brain was incorrectly wired.
You are correct about the sadness that the world has reduced itself to becoming seemingly so immune. But, I try concentrate on the positives, albeit sometimes difficult.
That being said, I just got back from San Jose, Palo Alto, and San Francisco. One of my favourite artists (M.C. Escher) was, ironically, being exhibited at the San Jose Museum of Art (next door to the hotel where D's conference was held). What amazing images. When I was in architecture classes (first year design), my professor used to accuse me of "impersonating" Escher's work because I had such trouble with lines of perspective (my left brain/Gemini curse). How funny that Escher's work almost had me kicked out of school, yet Escher himself is world known for his work. However, I'd never heard of Escher until my first year, so I have a true appreciation for his work. He also did a series called "Creation", which I had never seen and was in absolute awe! It literally brought my old bones to tears.
Here's one I found fascinating..
And this one...
I must have stood for 30 minutes in front of this one. Amazing.
Also, I don't know how Southerners have the reputation for being so hospitable when almost everyone I met in California were so kind and warm.
Let's get together sometime and have a glass of wine at "The Globe", or I'll take you "slumming" in my 'hood and we can go to "Redfish" on Memorial for supper. You and S. will like it. I don't think you even need to carry a handgun in that area anymore!
My best to S., our family, and your students. When I was a freshman at Auburn, my roommate was killed in a car crash on the last day of finals before Christmas break. I thought that was the most crushing thing that could happen to a family, but we all seem to cope, even the young ones.
Love,
Me
PS I think I'll go to Lyon and stay with my "adopted" French brother in September. They have a wonderful little cottage and just had their first child two years ago, whom I've never met. If you are in that part of the world at that time, maybe we can meet. I'm sure your French is better than mine!
Here is an abbreviated list - chronologically - of our traffic. I'm deleting names because of some people's inability to control their outlash at my honest opinions and like to broadcast them, but family knows me and other family.
The Virginia Tech thing really will scar my trip out west, but it was a good, definately needed break, even though the laundry has grown exponentially. At least I don't need a coat or sweater to do what needs to get done.
Email sent on Thursday, April 19th at 2:30 AM local time.
>M&H,
>
>I know that we all have family and friends in Blacksburg and at Virginia Tech. M, please let me know if any of our family were directly affected by Monday's tragedy and tell them I am thinking of them.
>
>H, I hope your family and friends are also well.
>
>My thoughts are with everyone who was affected and since I've gotten emails from friends and family around the world wishing the best for everyone, I thought I would pass along my thoughts and prayers.
>
>I'm still in California, but will be home Saturday.
>
>My best to all.
My cousin's response...
>Subject: RE: Virginia Tech Tragedy
>Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 12:39:57 -0400
>
>thank you for your message
>so far as i know i don't know anyone affected by this personally
>but it is truly heartbreaking
>i went into a classroom yesterday and an image flashed
>in my mind of a madman shooting my students
>i had to walk back out again to regain my composure
>yet the further tragedy -- one we can hardly bear the burden of
>-- is that in some parts of the world this is daily existence
>m
>
>Sent: Sun 4/22/2007 7:53 AM
>Subject: Virginia Tech Tragedy
Hey there. I'm sorry to hear about your classroom anxiety, but I never really considered the perspective from a professor's side, so thank you. I'm also so grateful that nobody I know was directly affected, but I tend to sympathize too much with those who lost so much simply to a man whose brain was incorrectly wired.
You are correct about the sadness that the world has reduced itself to becoming seemingly so immune. But, I try concentrate on the positives, albeit sometimes difficult.
That being said, I just got back from San Jose, Palo Alto, and San Francisco. One of my favourite artists (M.C. Escher) was, ironically, being exhibited at the San Jose Museum of Art (next door to the hotel where D's conference was held). What amazing images. When I was in architecture classes (first year design), my professor used to accuse me of "impersonating" Escher's work because I had such trouble with lines of perspective (my left brain/Gemini curse). How funny that Escher's work almost had me kicked out of school, yet Escher himself is world known for his work. However, I'd never heard of Escher until my first year, so I have a true appreciation for his work. He also did a series called "Creation", which I had never seen and was in absolute awe! It literally brought my old bones to tears.
Here's one I found fascinating..
And this one...
I must have stood for 30 minutes in front of this one. Amazing.
Also, I don't know how Southerners have the reputation for being so hospitable when almost everyone I met in California were so kind and warm.
Let's get together sometime and have a glass of wine at "The Globe", or I'll take you "slumming" in my 'hood and we can go to "Redfish" on Memorial for supper. You and S. will like it. I don't think you even need to carry a handgun in that area anymore!
My best to S., our family, and your students. When I was a freshman at Auburn, my roommate was killed in a car crash on the last day of finals before Christmas break. I thought that was the most crushing thing that could happen to a family, but we all seem to cope, even the young ones.
Love,
Me
PS I think I'll go to Lyon and stay with my "adopted" French brother in September. They have a wonderful little cottage and just had their first child two years ago, whom I've never met. If you are in that part of the world at that time, maybe we can meet. I'm sure your French is better than mine!
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