*I want to say a  big ol HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FATTIE…HAMMIE…THAT BOY(my nephew)…HE IS 2 NOW… A WHOLE 2 and this is the effect of turning 2 will have on you:

He had such an exciting day that he went to get a bottle of milk and get online with mommie, only he was too tired to drink or surf the net from all the singing and celebrating. (click pic to see just how cozy he is)  I.LOVE.THAT.BOY!

*I am back at work from my semi-vacation & being a Rn to hubby while he recovers from last weeks surgery & I am tired,  I need a drink or a smoke or something. 

*Chick behind me has one more time to bump my  chair with a smile….one mo’gain just one mo’ and I’m ’bout to break out into a full jujitsu stance on her ass and straight f*ck her up…as my mommie would say  “it’s gonna be me and her”…

I don’t know what that means, I often wondered what that meant and I would challenge my mom on that statement ” it’s already me and you what do mean  me and you” she would say “keep it up and you will soon see”….I.AINT. SCARED.OF.HER…that much… 

*Crackhead is still a crackhead…I guess nothing changes in a week.  He is higher than Cooley Brown right now and I am not too sure who dressed him this morning…  He is donning a black hoodie with a baby blue scrub top over it, some black and gray pinned striped slacks and turquoise pair chuck taylors….riiiiiight.  I am laughing internally so so hard.

*My mommie want a new cell phone, a touch cell.  Now the problem I have with that is she will be driving and touch talking and crash.  Ms Erica Cain is what we call her, she can not multitask when talking.  But she wants a touch screen phone so I was looking at the Droid Eris and of course she saw it (it has this BIG digital clock on the from screen) and the first thing she said 

Ms. Cain: “What you think I’m blind, ya calling me old!!!”

No mention of the phones other qualities at all.  She said she wants a cool person phone not some grandma old person phone, now mind you she is a grandma and she is over 55, senior citizen age…I thinks she forgot…lol so I reminded her of her status and was threatened by her old butt.   So a cool- non old person-grandma looking phone we must find.  

 *:sigh: I need to decorate the house for the holiday, nothing too fancy, just something holi-day-ish on a budget.

Other than that, I’m cool… cooler that a ice cube floating in a glass of lemonade with and umbrella!

hope everything is well on your end.

Spotted by Me

Trying to talk to Black only signal is shit, and calls keep failing.

Soon to be ex is going on stop answering it…

Me er why?

Just because the signal is shit does not mean I shouldn’t keep trying.  He’s just gone off at me for ignoring what he’s got to say because he thinks I’m getting worked up about it.  I’m not, what’s winding me up is him keep telling me to ignore Black’s calls, which I won’t.  So I’ve just been shirty back to let him know to shut up, and all I get in return is ‘don’t get chopsy with me, if you were a bloke I’d knock you out’

So now I’m ignoring him, because he’s an inconsequential twat, and writing this post, to remind me of that.

I’m so glad to be getting out.

Ik zag het filmpje terug bij Elke, en ben zo vrij om het hier ook nog eens te plaatsen, want het heeft gezorgd voor UUUUUUUren boel in huisouwen! Vroeger toen ik nog thuis woonde. UUUUUUUUren boel tussen mij en Trom. En het is nog niet opgelost. Dus, bekijk het filmpje, luister goed, luister zeer goed, en beantwoordt dan de vraag.

En dan nu de vraag: Wat zingt die vrouw na “why does my heart feel zo bad”.

Ik ben zeer benieuwd naar jullie ideeën, en hoop dat daarmee dien boel voor eens en altijd is uitgeklaard.

Madness takes its toll.  Please have exact change.
~Author Unknown

Well, I’m back from my week of active duty in Rhode Island (more on that in another post).  Coming into work today I have come to realize that the person who will eventually be taking over for me has already done just that… taken over.  She’s even taken charge of the duties and responsibilities that I was supposed to be doing. And not just while I was gone… noooo, she’s done several things this morning that I should have been doing.

So yeah, I’m here at work with absolutely nothing to do. Because she’s “handling it.”  I asked our boss what she would like me to do/things to do/things that happened last week while I was gone. The response? Nothing, it was a quiet week.

Makes me wonder what happened while I was gone, what meetings may have gone on. And if they will honor their promise to keep me until I move. I’m thinking with next year’s budget in the works, they’ll probably need to save my salary. And eliminate my position. I have a feeling it’ll be soon.

I do have one job prospect, so please pray or think good thoughts for me for it. God I need it.  I need to get out of here. I need to be there when my husband returns from deployment. I just need to start my new life and stop being in limbo.

I’ve lived in this tiny Armpit-of-the-State town for just a little more than 2 years. In that time, the power has gone out FOUR times. And we’re not just talking a little surge with a few minutes in the dark. I mean 3, 4, sometimes 6 HOUR STRETCHES with no power. I lived in a small town in a county with public power for nearly 20 years and only once in all that time did the power go off more for more than 20 minutes.

Part of me wants to extoll the virtues of public power and decry the horrors of privately owned power companies who don’t do preventative maintenance, causing the faintest of windstorms to down lines, but ugh. I’m still sick and really, I just want to whine about not getting to see The Office tonight. Don’t tell me what happened. I have to wait ALL DAY to watch it now!

Now that it’s over can I say it?

I hate Halloween.

I don’t like dressing up, I don’t like scary shit, and I don’t like throwing massive amounts of money at either. It’s one thing to help your kids dress up and go trick-or-treating, but we don’t get the kids for Halloween, and that leaves me with very few options.  This holiday has become one of three things for people my age who don’t have kids to take out: 1) A holiday for sex; 2) A holiday for drinking; 3) A holiday for both. I don’t really feel like dressing like a ho, getting smashed, watching a bunch of gory movies…none of that. If you are my mother-in-law, you might have the…shall we say, MISTAKEN, idea that Halloween is some sort of family holiday (because we all end up as skeletons in the ground together? We all haunt as a family? What? I don’t get it). None of these things interest me in the slightest.

I just want to skip this dumbass holiday and get right to the good ones, the one’s that are ACTUALLY family holidays, and the one’s that taste good. I don’t really care for any gummie eyeballs. I need pumpkin pie, dammit, and I need it now.

Disclaimer: – The following post may ripple through your religious sentiments…so be it!

“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated…I hold that, the more helpless a creature, the more entitled it is to protection by [people] from the cruelty of [human kind]”—Mahatma Gandhi

Grr…Grrr…

The nefarious acts against animals seem to be on a never-ending spiral loop

Every 5 years, the otherwise pristine Himalayan state of Nepal witnesses the gory bloodshed which notoriously relates to the ‘World’s largest animal sacrifice’. Animal rights activists have termed the sacrifices a ’shame on Nepal’ and urged for immediate actions to stop the barbaric killing of animals. Come December 2009, the heinous act would be resurrected again and 200,000 animals would go under knives to please goddess Gadimai in Bariyarpur, Bara District. Call me an illiterate canine, if you please but then I fail to understand how the slaying of mute species would please a goddess? Gadimai mela’s carnage has animals attributed as the symbols of the mental smokescreens which are to be removed by the community. How enlightening is that? How can decapitation of 60,000 young buffaloes and 1, 40,000 wild rats, pigs, goats and little birds bring inner peace and sanctity to humans? Such an episode of atrocity and ruthlessness…all in the name of religion! His Holiness the Dalai Lama in his book ‘The Vegetarian Way’ had quoted ‘Life is as dear to the mute creature as it is to a man. Just as one wants happiness and fears pain, just as one wants to live and not to die, so do other creatures’.

Don’t you find it trivial that man has always maneuvered religious connotations to kill innocent animal kind? I guess that he’s doing something more vicious – killing the very soul of mankind. If religion calls for this then us animals have learned enough about the dining table preferences of the deities. The epicurean pleasures that Gods seek are idiosyncratic to themselves, Jesus relishes a baked turkey on a Christmas Eve, Allah prefers cattle and Kali mata will have nothing but the warmest of animal blood. All of it while no sacred text has ever called for animal killing.

I wonder if in this world of thousands gods and goddesses there is one who has a fetish for human flesh? For the truth remains that no sacred text, none of the doctrines call for animal sacrifices but the pundits, the padres and the ulemas have their own interpretations.

…And all of this when the so called human Gods have us as Ganesha’s mouse, Durga’s lion or the Shivji’s faithful bovine. Guess Lord Ganesha is himself part animal!

Is this massacre of God’s worthy creations and flowing ravines of innocent blood, the only salvation for human sins? I am brought back to the thought waves which question if the world in which we live (and where some wait to die silently) is a multitude of Gods and Goddesses for the man alone. Is there not a single divinity for the fauna to be blessed with? Where is the God of small things?

We, the animals also kill but never have we connoted a religious background to our killing for food. For we believe that it’s all in the food chain mechanisms and not in gospels. We kill for survival and not to appease the bible. I have always found the killing in the name of religion, the flagitious of all crimes possible. How in the name of sacred texts, the creed, the hymns and mantras can such a massacre be justified?

From what I’ve learned through Facebook pages, ‘Beauty without Cruelty’ has joined hands with Animal Nepal in their campaign “Worship without Cruelty” to eradicate such an atrocious barbaric ritual.
I therefore request you to please sign the petition:

http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/stop-gadimai.html

Epilogue: call on your fatwa, charge me with voicing anathematized verses against the Bible…crucify me, slay me on the altars of goddess…for I know no fear as you have made me to believe my fate lies below the machete. I started out with the purest of rage in my bosom but now the feeling is also mingled with melancholy or rather regret. Regret for being the most faithful companion of man. I wonder whether my rage would match the atrocious vigor of you humans, truly you belong to a different race. Superior? I don’t think so.

PS The post got selected as one of the top posts by Blogadda’s ‘Tangy Tuesday Picks’ – Nov. 3, ‘09

It’s a fact of life for knitters. The pursuit of perfection, and the daring required for trying new things, means into each yarny life, some frogging must fall.

I’ve been working on a hat to match the Debbie Bliss pleated scarf I made,which is predominantly done in garter. See?

So, I improvised a pattern. I improvised a few, but I finally settled on one that I thought looked simple, yet appealing. The trouble came from trying to knit garter in the round. I tried to apply the ‘jogless’ technique to make stripes look even in the round, but the garter just wouldn’t comply. This is it from the outside. To some it may seen a subtle thing, but to me it looked like a mess:

The act of slipping an additional stitch makes the ’seam’ go up in a spiral path along the body of the hat. Funny enough, it’s less noticeable from the inside:

I’m extremely vexed, but I’m going to try again. I found a technique that calls for stitches to be slipped purlwise – which I didn’t do last time. We’ll see. I’ll post the results in soon.

We are never prepared for what we expect.
~James A. Michener, Caravans

I never really explained all the frustration of this post. When I saw Huzzy and spent two weeks with him back in August, we both knew that we would most likely not see one another again until he returned from deployment. Of course, we also knew that there was a small chance that I could see him again when I came out in October to go to my drill weekend.  Knowing our luck, we were pretty sure it would be next year before we saw one another again.

So it came as a huge kick in the teeth when we found out that pretty much at the exact time I was scheduled to land in Seattle for my drill weekend was pretty much the exact time he was scheduled to fly off to meet the boat that is forward deployed in an area which I can’t talk about due to OPSEC. I mean, I know we planned on not seeing each other again, but to find out that we’d miss each other by less than a few hours was horrible.

So we quickly made some calculations and decided that we were going to spend the extra money to change my plane tickets and head out there early so we could see each other one last time. I decided to leave a few days in between just in case the date was upped again.

In the end, it didn’t matter because his leave date was changed again… until quite a bit later than the original date. So he was still there when I finished my drill weekend and we were able to spend several fantastic days together.

The few days where I thought Huzzy and I would be missing each other by mere minutes was the most frustrating thing I’ve experienced in my life, but it ended up to be some absolutely perfect few days with him. Actually, because they were unexpected days, we just savored them and they were that much sweeter.

Pra se ter uma opinião, não é preciso palavras bonitas.

“I feel so good“

In contextul lui initial se referea la felul in care ma percep de o vreme incoace si strict la asta. Este posibil sa fie eronat felul in care ma percep. Eronat, in sesnul in care nu se aplica tot timpul. Astazi, caci ma chinui sa scriu entry-ul asta de vreo cateva zile, am avut dovada faptului ca intr-adevar, chiar daca nu incredibil de subtil, (pentru ca imi place sa ma laud cu chestiile pe care le fur, adica informatie) asta sunt. Un hot(z). O parte din informatie, intr-adevar, o primesc si fara sa vreau.

I take what I want ca sa inteleg ceea ce mi se ofera. Pare putin, dar nu e. Uneori e mai mult decat pot duce chiar eu. Ciocanele si nicovealele intre care am fost prins de nu stiu cate ori sunt pastrate bine, in locuri bine stabilite, batute in cuie, chiar daca as vrea sa ma scap de ele. Dar incercand sa trecem peste acest mare rahat al chestiilor pe care le vreau eu, ca oricum nu va intereseaza si indiferent daca va intereseaza sau nu, daca ma intereseaza pe mine, oricum obtin ceea ce vreau, insist… pune nicovala in cuiul in care tii agatat ciocanul si spne-mi daca sta. Insist, din nou.

Realizez ca numai comoditatea mea a dus la acest context, si probabil si asteptarile mele care se afla intr-o continua crestere. Bine, poate si curiozitatea in ceea ce priveste lumea care ma inconjoara, curiozitatea care, social, e mascata de putere, agresivitate, ironie si sarcasm.

Voi trece oare peste comoditatea asta? sau voi depasi orice limita imaginabila in ceea ce o priveste?

Deocamdata, nu voi face nici un pas. Voi mai astepta un pic. Voi avea “rabdare”.

“I want to be forgiven“

I’ve developed a new philosophy… I only dread one day at a time.
~Charlie Brown (Charles Schulz)

The fire department just left. And I still don’t feel much better.  But let me back up.

This morning when I got up, I smelled something that smelled hot. Not smoke or anything, just… hot. I thought nothing of it and thought that my blankets had overlapped the furnace register and were smelling a bit warm. I removed those and went on with my morning routine of taking the dogs outside, showering, feeding the pups and then getting ready for work.

That’s when I went back into the hallway and smelled the “hot” again. Very faintly though. I went into the bedroom to get some clean socks and smelled it even stronger in there. I went back out into the hallway and into the kitchen on my way to the basement to get a sweater from the clean laundry pile. On my way there, I stopped immediately because it just hit me.  I smelled something hot.  Very strongly. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t good.

So I backed up and started sniffing all over the house. Nope, not in the kitchen. Not in the livingroom. Not in the guest bedroom. Not in the cat room/office.  Slightly in the hallway. Not in the bathroom. Oooo… yup, just in the bedroom. Definitely smelling hot in the bedroom. Hot like when you leave your curling iron on too long and it has hair wrapped around it and it burns.

So I immediately unplugged everything, which was just the alarm clock and the box fan that Skah has blowing on him at night. I sniffed in the closet where the attic access is… nope, not in there. Ran my hand over the walls and the electrical outlets… not hot.  So I headed down to the basement to sniff around there… including the furnace.  Nope, nothing.  I even opened up my windows and sniffed outside just in case it was coming from the neighbor’s house. Nope.

So with Huzzy on deployment, who do I call for advice? My mommy.  She suggested calling an electrician. So I called my Realtor’s realty partner since her company has registered everything, including electricians. They put in my windows, sliding glass door and put in the floor in my kitchen.  Had to leave a message. So I called my Realtor.  Had to leave a message.

By now, I was starting to panic. I knew I couldn’t leave and just go to work. I’d never forgive myself if the house went up and the dogs and cats were inside. So I decided to call the non-emergency police department. That person said I needed to talk to dispatch.

Now, I don’t want to call the fire department or the police if it isn’t serious. But dispatch did and the fire department came out to check out the house.  None of the three men could smell the hot (which, by this point, I could smell about four feet farther away from the bedroom… it was stronger). This bugged me because I knew I wasn’t just smelling things.

They brought in their infrared heat sensors and even a CO monitor.  Nope, nothing. Even had me kick on the furnace to see if that was it. They asked me if I recently turned on my furnace for the first time in the season. Nope, it’s been on for about a month.

So they left. The only thing they possibly think it might be was the motor on the box fan that I have blowing on Skah at night.  I still smell it.  I feel better that there’s nothing hot in the walls and no CO.  But I still smell it. And that bothers me.

Right now, I’m opening up the house to air it out in hopes that the smell goes away and just doesn’t come back.  I think I’m going to come back at lunch just to make sure everything is okay.  The thought of leaving my animals–who have no way to get out of the house–scares me. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to them like a fire. The guilt just might kill me.

But I’m sure everything will be fine. Nothing is “hot” in my house and the fire department had no problem leaving. So I’ll try and feel the same way.

Ugh… but I feel like bursting into tears from embarrassment (them NOT finding anything), happiness (them NOT finding anything) and fear (that they DID NOT find anything and I still smell it).  I really want to talk to Huzzy about this because he can usually make me feel better. But he doesn’t need to worry about this when he’s about to be away from any sort of communication with me for several months.  So I ‘ll just keep it to myself (yes, he does know about this blog, and I sent him a link a long time ago, but he ALWAYS forgets what the website is to find it!).

the Fall Break has begun. They should just call it “Homework Catch-Up Days.” That’s what I will be up to shortly. Doing all my homework so I do not fall behind in any class when all I really want to do is crawl back into bed and pretend the world doesn’t exist. The quicker the work is done, the quicker I can do that.

why does that sound so much easier until I try it?

grrrrrrr.

technology just doesn’t like me.

it realy doesnt.

first microwaves, and now my webcam. WHY?

I have no idea… moving on. damn my life is so boring. i wanna blog something interesting, but i have no idea what, cuz, you know, im a boring nob.

im a drop out.

yeah. you heard me. i dropped outta school. well, 6th form, anyway. but then, its not like it wasn’t without reason. i got bad grades (U, E, D, C) so i didn’t realy see the point in staying.

so, i dropped out. and now im at college, doing interior design, and its awesome!

i love it

deffo was a good decision.

so i finished making my pinboard today. i probably didnt even say i was making a pinboard. damn, i gotta start noting down what i blog…

i was making a pinboard ;P

their you go, now you know!

so yeah, it looks pretty awesome. its not completely finished, like, i still got so much stuff to put around the edge of it, and it needs filling up, but its on the wall and has stuff on it now so thats a start. i think every kid in the world should have a pinboard as awesome as mine.

its all the hate thats gone into making it that makes it so perfect!

anywho…

im off.

toodleoo!

Well, my office is FILTHY, I don’t know what housekeeping is doing…but it’s obvious they are not keeping house. 

So I took some pictures and sent them to the supervisor,  I figured I can show them better than I can tell them…

Umph! leave me to wallow in this office filth!

 trash can w/lord only knows what underneath it…looks like mold is growing…ewwww!

 this is actually a black spot(one of many) ground into the floor

 and under my desk is just dirty(dust bunnies, their friends and a entire neighborhood down there) just awful…

I. CAN’T. WORK. IN. THESE. CONDITIONS!!!

OMG!!! my co-worker is nodding off at the desk… A.G.A.I.N!!! He’s like a damn child falling asleep at the table.  Looking like buckwheat today with the new hair….(pics to come+video) he.lar.ree.us!!

Other co-worker is eating a smelly ass can of tuna at her desk…no warning that she was about to open this small can of funk to eat with her crackers and smell up the entire tiny ass space we call a office…a little heads up would’ve been nice as to prepare my nose and mind set…that’s not something you wanna smell and not know the source…seriously.

Other-other co-worker is a chain coffee drinker and bumps my damn chair everytime she gets up…AND acknowledges that she does it…AND I ‘m gonna wring her neck next time.

I only have one sane co-worker… like me…**wink-wink** we laugh all day about the craziness around us and how it feels like it’s a bad lad experiment.  :sigh: poooor me.

Can we say office rage maybe…:)

Well that’s what going on in my hood today.

Het overkomt iedereen wel eens, zin in een goede burger. Ik ben niet zo’n een burger-fan, omdat ik dat vies vind, maar de laatste tijd gaan die Bicky’s er wel echt vlotjes in, moet ik zeggen! Alhoewel dat nog de bwèkeste burger van al is met zijn drie sausen dooreen die altijd aan je vingers hangen, en aan je kleren als je niet oplet.

Doet er mij aan denken… Eergisteren ben ik een goede burger geweest. Mijn goede burgerzin getoond. Jawel. Eerst een overtreding begaan en daarna de politie gebeld. Alhoewel ik dit wel een ietsiepietsie moet nuanceren denk ik. Want het was niet echt om mijzelf aan te geven, noch om na te vragen of ik veertien dagen geleden nu wel of niet geflitst was. (haha!!! het zal enkel die trage slak van een Mercedes geweest zijn die niet doorhad dat we in de bebouwde kom waren aanbeland!).

Eergisteren heb ik wel 3 liedjes voor het rood gestaan. Na elkaar welteverstaan. En aan dezelfde lichten natuurlijk. Er stond een auto of 6 voor mij, en een auto of 6 achter mij. Om niet te zeggen dat ik ongeveer in het midden van de wachtende rij stond. Om Tien uur ’s avonds, dus ik had al in de mot dat er iets niet klopte. Uiteindelijk na die drie liedjes, heeft de eerste, die waarschijnlijk al zes liedjes stond te wachten toch beslist van door het rood te rijden. Behalve auto nummer twee is iedereen gevolgd, want er was geen kat op de andere straat.

Was ik toch wel de enigste zekers die zo verstandig was om de flikken te bellen om ze te verwittigen dat de lichten defect waren… Achteraf gezien begreep ik wel een beetje waarom. Dat zijn best kostelijke telefoons. Tegen dat de man aan de lijn die zei dat hij het niet begreep om dat hij niet van Gent was door had waar het probleem zat, waren er alweer drie liedjes gepasseerd. En dan vroeg hij nogmaals mijn naam en adres. Nadien kreeg ik een beetje schrik dat ik een bandiet mijn adres gegeven had (met al die ontsnappingen tegenwoordig mag je van niks meer verschieten…) maar kom… ik heb het toch maar gedaan. Als enigste.

Thuisgekomen hoorde ik van de teergeliefde dat er op die plek al om zes uur een monsterfile stond, dus waarschijnlijk waren de lichten toen al defect. Kan dat echt? Dat er na al die uren echt maar één iemand zo burgerzinbewust is om de flikken te verwittigen? Waar is het verantwoordelijkheidsgevoel naartoe? Het kost maar drie liedjes van je tijd.