Rarity
65 (Rare)

Set
Birdies

Bio
Colourful but crafty, Pilfering Toucans can’t resist ‘borrowing’ things from fellow Moshlings. When we say borrow, we actually mean steal because these thieving flappers are the naughtiest pirates on the planet. Maybe it’s because Pilfering Toucans once sailed the seventy seas alongside some of the meanest Moshi Monsters in history. Aaaarrrr!

Likes
Playing the squeezebox and drinking punch.

Dislikes
Barbecues and catapults.

Habitat
Pilfering Toucans nest high in the palm trees near Lush Lagoon. Look up and you’ll see coconut-hair hammocks filled with all kinds of loot.

Combo
Red Love Berries + Pink Love Berries + Purple Star Blossom

]]> http://greenganjagirl.wordpress.com/2009/12/02/how-to-be-the-biggest-loser/ Wed, 02 Dec 2009 05:44:04 +0000 greenganjagirl http://greenganjagirl.wordpress.com/2009/12/02/how-to-be-the-biggest-loser/

If you think I’m going to say, quit smoking the ganja, you are quite wrong my friend.  In fact all in all I think when I smoke the green herb of life I feel less inclined to eat, but it is true that every once in awhile I will feel the innate urge to raid the entire house and open seven cans of soup, toast a loaf of bread, or maybe even feel desperate enough to spin together some delicious pancakes and a pop can pipe (oh brother, where art thou).

So I sat on my couch tonight watching “The Biggest Loser”, crying…sobbing, wailing, all alone in my living room.  I have become inappropriately and emotionally involved with the show this particular year and I suppose it’s because one of the girls reminds me of myself, and I certainly don’t want to continue to cascade down the fat hill that I am rolling on.  There was a certain point in the show where the contestants were running a 26 mile marathon and I thought to myself, that would never happen, because I hate running, and I hate working out.  Probably not a key way to become “The Biggest Loser”.  However, sitting on the couch eating, watching “The Biggest Loser”, and believing that I might be infected with the H1N1 most likely isn’t the way to this goal either.  So I came up with a list of personal challenges for myself in my goal to become the biggest loser.  . . .

1. Don’t eat so much. It’s not necessary nor is it healthy to spend an in-excess of $400 a month on fast food items. Mostly made up of carbs, fat, sugar, and a big dollop of feeling gross afterwards.

2. Start actually exercising! By this I mean don’t go to the gym and get on the treadmill or bike and watch TV or read a book while moving at an impeccable slow pace, or take massive amounts of time in between machines and stand around staring at people who are better looking than you, because they are actually utilizing their time at the gym, or hob knobbing around at the water fountain.

3. Start dancing again! Crank up that Bob Marley and smoke a joint.  Let the music take you into a world of looking like a fool alone in your living room and just go with it!

4. Get Happy. Don’t forget to take your medication Einstein.

5. Find a new hobby. Other than sitting around eating.

6. Get some new friends. Ones that don’t just want to go to a club and get sloshed, but who can go somewhere, have a drink or two, enjoy the company, listen to music and have interests other than whoring around and having too much to drink.

And last but not least….ELIMINATION.

This is something I did about 6 months ago, inspired by Anthony Robbins and my counselor.  Make a list of all of the negative things or people in your life, that make you feel less than awesome about yourself, or have a negative impact on you in any way.  I have decided that because of my ridiculously dysfunctional friends and some of the arrogant goals I have set for myself, that it is time to reassess and redo the ELIMINATION process.

Ganja Girl’s Most Important Elimination List!

1. M. Yes, that’s right, the ex boyfriend who is like a Jack in the Box of misery.  Just randomly sending texts, making obscene and inappropriate phone calls, writing sweet and completely unnecessary messages whenever I feel myself “getting over him”.  Just never seems to have any closure to it.   Time to SHUT IT DOWN as Gordan Ramsay would say (I’m reading his biography btw)

2. NEIGHBORS.  I’m working on this one…it’s my most difficult task of all. Trying to eliminate people who live beside me on both sides is an impossible task, however I must do what I can.   Long story short woman, husband, three kids move in beside me and befriend me. Woman’s mother, younger sister, her boyfriend, younger brother, and younger brother’s best friend move in on the opposite side of me. Seem like great people. Woman is obese, never shaves her legs, often has greasy hair, doesn’t wear a decent bra, has a huge growth on her head that often breaks open, and randomly has affairs with her husbands best friend since he was fifteen years old (and tries to get me to cover for her, or just TELLS me that I am), and her younger 19 year old brother’s best friend, who has also slept with her younger sister.  To make matters worse, her husband and her met through her mother, who was sleeping with and dating her husband at the time.  Her younger sister….is a beauty queen and has an ugly shit-eating maggoty  little boyfriend whom she cheats on constantly, and yes, woman tried to sleep with him too.  As you can see, I no longer need to tune into shows, such as Desperate Housewives when I have a living Jerry Springer drama right here in my own living quarters.   You can see where this would be stressful and need to be eliminated….but how?

3. BEST FRIEND R. Yes, my male best friend, my Boif as I call him.  He’s a lying, cheating, slutty, man whore, gambling addict (he’s currently working 2 jobs to pay off $8000 worth of debt from gambling accumulated within a two month span), recovering and relapsing cocaine addict (he snorted over ten lines on his birthday night and wound up at some random hotel on the west end of the city.  He even “might” know someone named Kiwi Terry he thinks?), a pot smoker, cigarette smoker, swearing, egotistical, crass asshole.  However he is my best guy friend and no one will ever know the extent of our close bond, but he helped me through a mega-trauma and we have been through a lot together.  He is also a good friend, trustworthy, loyal, sweet, wears his heart on his sleeve, and is always there when you need a shoulder.  So why the sudden elimination of Boif? Well he has found himself a bible thumping purity angel in every sense of the way.  Now don’t get me wrong, I am a believer in God, and I was raised a Christian so I do have some moral background, but she is in a whole new category of “goodness”. Has never tried a sip of alcohol, never swears, has never touched a smoke, has never kissed a guy before him, so quite clearly a virgin who’s never sucked a dick in her life.  She believes I must have been dropped down from the devil himself because I have three kids out of wedlock and refuses to let him talk, text, message or see me any longer because she is a jealous insecure little bastard who has no concept of what true friendship is.  Boif and I have spent more time together in tiny rooms, confined spaces, and small elevators, cars and offices in the last year and a half than most married couples and we have never had sex.  Why? Because we don’t want to, never have…and never will.  This is has been a huge point of stress the last while, trying to maintain a friendship and having to see him sneak around to come hang out and smoke one, or see him leave a pub early because a band that he’s crazy about suddenly “Isn’t OUR type of music” as she put it.  So I have already eliminated the situation by just not even making any attempt to continue the friendship.  I’m sure when it all falls apart for him and she finds out all of his little secrets, (because heaven forbid she know about his past & present drug addictions, or his cigarette smoking!) he’ll come to me for the support and comfort.  However I am just not willing to stress about it anymore and have let it wash away….

4. C. Now I don’t want to ELIMINATE my middle special needs child, but somehow finding a way of coping mentally and physically with his behaviors would be key.  I am working on that.  I have a class weekly and he is starting to go into a daycare once a week starting this Friday.  Oh the bells will be ringing!!!

5. Weight. Yup, we know I have a problem, 11 lbs in two weeks just isn’t working for me, and it’s not doing anything for my health or self esteem.  Time to crack the whip smartass.

6. S. S is a musician friend of the ex.  He needs to go away.  He’s attractive, he’s funny, we have the sexual chemistry, he likes me, and he is one of the ex’s best friends and previous roomies.  He needs to sink into his musical abyss and never be seen again.  The temptation is always there to start something wildly inappropriate and entertaining with him, but I know that it would deep down be a ploy to upset my ex and it’s just not fair to either of us.  Sad to say that I have to cut off all communication with S, and I know that this will hurt him, but it can just be temporary until I have completely healed and and have diminished feelings for the ex.

7. K. The father of my kids.  Needs to just join the paddy wagon to going away.  As per my younger and wiser brother’s advice I have slowly been weaning his old ass off of mine and inviting him over less, making sure he knows he has a set responsibility to come watch the kids while I work or for my oldest son’s soccer practice on Monday night.  It’s going smoothly, but it is a difficult process, especially when his mother is a raging psychopath who randomly messages me or posts really retarded threatening comments on my business blog.

8. Workload. Yup, it’s a hefty one.  I must say I accomplished the impossible this year…39 weddings, more weddings than any other photographer in my city booked. More than the most well known photographer in my city, who booked less than half of that.  So my solution to cutting my workload in half, is to raise my prices considerably. Less bookings, more money, more time to edit.  But getting caught up on what I have right now is stressing me out and I need to eliminate that issue.

Now I could probably think of far more things in my life to eliminate and one of them would be finding a housekeeper.  My house has not been up to par lately what with being overworked and having a thrown out back, but this would be a huge relief off of my chest.  Molly Maid here I come! Quite honestly this post has become long and unnecessarily boring with the dramas of my daily life.

Time to go smoke a green fatty! Peace out..

Here is a letter I sent to Joan Wheeler in May 1998. What happened was this:

Joan’s ex-husband Colby, now living in S. Carolina ran into a man who used to know my oldest sister, living in upstate New York. This man trash-talked my oldest sister. Colby informed Joan about it. Joan wrote a letter addressed to my oldest sister and put it in an envelope addressed to me and my fiance. I called Joan to tell her that 1. what happens between a strange man and my oldest sister, does not involve me. 2. what happens between this strange man and Colby does not involve me. 3. what happens between this strange man and my sister and Colby does not involve my fiance, so why was his name on the envelope?

I spoke to an assitant district attorney and under his advice I wrote this letter. Not very professional, and I admit, I added a sarcastic note at the end of the letter, but this is all to stop Joan from contacting me.

We had some months of no contact from each other, and things were going ok. Until a strange man in South Carolina who used to know my oldest sister, bumps into Joan’s ex-husband, and now all of a sudden, Ruth gets involved! WHY?

Joan continually whines about wanting to left alone. She whines that she wants us to respect her privacy. But then a happenstance in South Carolina prompts her to invade MY privacy and solitude.

Joan wants to be left alone, but would never leave me alone!

Also at the very end of my letter, I refer to “the letter to the mayor.”

sigh, not only Joan send a letter to the financial director of my place of employment with personal details of my life, she sent letters to the mayor of Buffalo, Anthony Masiello, State Senator Anthony Nanula, Deborah Merrifiled, (Commisioner of Social Services of Erie County), and a Kevin (I can’t think of his name, and I don’t have the papers in front of me) in the District Attorney’s office. These letters were all about the same thing:

That she was given up for adoption when she was a baby, that her birth sisters found her when she was 18, that her sisters were bitches, that her sisters harass her constantly. And in the letters, she singles me out, that I called child abuse on her, I hate her, I can’t get pregnant and I’m jealous of her, that I am living with a man of a different race, that we are not married, blah blah blah.

BUT does she tell all these elected officials of how she stole from me, how she constantly thinks of plots against her, that she called my job trying to get me fired.

But what she does do, is make copies of all these stupid letters that she’s sending to all these people filled with lies about me and my family, and SHE SENDS THEM TO ME!

Um, didn’t she write that I am the only one sending harassing letters? I guess it Santa Claus who keeps sending me these stupid letters.

Why does she have all the time in world to sit and write crazy letter after crazy letter filled with garbage and crap that comes from her delusional dreams? BECAUSE THE LAZY WOMAN WILL NOT GET OFF HER BUTT AND GET A JOB!

She claims she is a social worker, she never worked a day in her life as a social worker. She went to college yes, and got a degree, but does she use it? In a meaningful way? To earn money? To pay her bills? No. She just sits and whines about how now she is in financial ruin. BUT WON’T GET A JOB! If she had a job, she wouldn’t have time to keep bothering me.

(AP) December 1, 2009| Baltimore Mayor, Sheila Dixon, Guilty of Gift Card Theft

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2009/12/01/national/main5851479.shtml?tag=latest

(AP) CBSNEWS| Baltimore’s mayor was convicted Tuesday on a single charge she took gift cards intended for the city’s poor….a collection of electronics found during a raid of her home: an Xbox, a PlayStation 2 and a video camera. A DVD of the action crime film, “Four Brothers,” was still in its original wrapping.

“How the Rich get Richer: Steal from the Poor?”

As I read this CBS NEWS article I caught myself thinking “I cannot be the only one picking up on the irony of this story, right? ” This article states that Baltimore Mayor, Sheila Dixon,  “allegedly” accepted the gift cards from local land developer, Ronald Lipscomb, “a married man whom they said lavished her with gifts”….dating back to at least 2004.  She “allegedly” took shopping sprees in Chicago, paid off American Express cards, “forget” to distribute gift cards from charity events, purchased goods with gift cards sent ‘anonymously’, pocketed excess campaign funds…and the list goes on and on. The articles goes on to say “The gift card case has revived talk of Dixon’s perceived sense of entitlement. Her critics point to a pattern of behavior that suggests she thinks rules don’t apply to her.” I agree! But what I find most ironic, and ultimately disturbing about this story, is that some dim-wit put in charge of a charity event thought it would be a good idea to give Baltimore’s poor Best Buy gift cards in the first place! I think they might need more important things like say, I don’t know, like food? Or shelter? Or have their utilities paid? Heck, give them some BGE credit! Then, to top it all off,  a wealthy person turns around and steals the gift cards! This who thing seems to be one sick and twisted, yet unfortunately perfect example, of “Capitalist Inequality” at its finest.

I should tell you that before I moved to Brevard county I was a Baltimore City resident.  The article written by CBS news, references the mayor’s known “temper”, although I have never heard of this before. In fact, I had only heard very positive things about her which, after knowing what I know now, means she obviously pays for a very good PR person. Which makes you wonder.  Do you think she pays them in gift cards?

Leanne Langemak|Entrepreneur|SendOutCards

Its very important to copyright your work. Technically your work is copyrighted as soon as you write it. But still that wont stop people from stealing your ideas and claiming them as your own. You can self copyright it by putting your work in an envelope and mail it to yourself, as long as you dont open it. But, whats the point in that, since you’ll want your work. So you can pay a certain amount to have it copyrighted, or you can use http://www.myfreecopyright.com/  to copyright it for free. Just make sure you keep the emails they send you in case you need it later on for proof. Some publishing companies and what not may include a copyright when they publish your book, although I wouldnt trust that, only because if you are not aware of who you are sending your manuscript to, you may wind up loosing your work to crooks. So dont do that. Instead find the time to copyright it either by payment or by the free method. Just make sure, that if you choose the free method, you’ll want to officially copyright it using the payment method when you go to publish it. 

Just be careful and protect your work.

A British hacker is in really big trouble after stealing RuneScape players identities, skills, weapons and virtual money. Haven’t heard of it? Well, it’s a medieval fantasy game and it has over 100million players worldwide, so you should!. The 23 year old stole hundreds of distraught teenager’s identities and accounts so he could boost his own personal rankings (bastard!). Evidently it can take years to earn virtual money and skills with some RuneScape accounts selling for up to £46,000 on eBay. God knows what they are going sentence him to… virtual theft? The game is friggin free!

Psst Geez, if I could only hack into Super Mario 64 and pass level 4 !

In 1989, Joan and her husband C. and I entered into a business arrangement to buy an apartment building. We wanted one that had enough units for us each to have an apartment and one, perhaps two rental units. Neither of us had any money. But I was able to take out a loan for I believe it was close to $4500.00. We put the majority of this money into a CD account, and the rest into a joint checking account to be used for real estate agent fees, appraisal fees, etc. Since I worked nights, Joan and C. did the majority of the transactions.
    In June 1989, C. called me and wanted permission to withdraw $500.00 to buy a case of fireworks to be sold on the street. This $500.00 would then be tripled. I agreed. My husband John ended up doing most of the selling, and whenever he sold anything, he would give C. the money. We thought that C. was putting that money back into the bank.
    By September 1989, we weren’t finding any real estate suitable, so we decided to dissolve the business arrangement. Joan and I went to the first bank to close out the checking account. I stayed in the car, and when Joan came out, she said, “I have something to tell you. You know, last month, I needed work done on my car. So I withdraw $200.00 from the house fund to fix it.” I was so mad, but I couldn’t say anything, because we still had to go to the other bank and close out the CD account. Joan promised me she would pay me back every penny. She never did, despite my pleading, arguing, even having various friends and family members talk to Joan. We also had a $300.00 refund coming from the lawyer, the refund was coming in two checks, one to me, and one to Joan. We agreed that Joan would turn over that money to me, towards her theft, and C.’s NOT replacing the fireworks money. In December, Joan called me and told me over the phone that she changed her mind and she would NOT be giving me that money. I had it with her, told her to go to hell and hung up on her. She sent me a nasty letter, the first of many, many, nasty, harassing letters, letters filled with nonsense on how she doesn’t know why I don’t like her, she’s my sister and I should treat her better, and other garbage. Even outright lies about certain family members and my husband.
    Also, at this time, my car broke down. All the money that was returned to me, was given back to the bank. I had been paying the monthly payments on this loan from June 1989. Now it was October, and there was a sizable balance due, with interest compounded on it. My car broke down. I did not have the funds to fix it. Yes, Joan was driving around, but John and I were taking the bus. When later, my husband got laid off, we were so strapped for cash, we had to get rid of the car. Joan was nice and warm in her car, fixed with my money, while John and I were cold, standing on the corner waiting for a bus.
    In the spring of 1990, one of Joan’s rent checks bounced, caused by 3 withdrawals from an ATM machine. Joan showed up at my house, and started out with crocodile tears. I mean, she really had tears. She apologized for stealing from me, she said she was sorry for getting me mad at her. She didn’t want our relationship as sisters to suffer. I just sat there, emotionless, just wanting her to shut up and leave. Then all of a sudden, this great little actress, dried her tears and said she had a question to ask me. She told me about the withdrawals from the ATM and wanted to know if I had done it. I simply said no. she left shortly afterward. John’s cousin, Joyce, who was living with us at the time, was there and heard it all. When Joan left, Joyce said, “that little bitch. She did not come over to apologize, but to accuse you.” I said, “I know. I’m done with her. forget it.”
    Sometime later, Joan was busy painting her new apartment and she had on a cable access station for background noise. All of a sudden a video came on. This video was a college student’s class project – a study of strippers and the men who go to strip joints. Joan’s husband C. was on the video, admitting on camera, that he was addicted to strip joints, and he spent lots of money at the strip joints. He even admitted on camera, that he withdrew money from ATMs, without his wife’s knowledge, to go to the strip joint. I suppose that’s where the fireworks money went too. 
    Well, Joan called me to tell me about this video. She not once apologized to me for falsely accusing me of withdrawing from the ATM, when it was clear that it was her own husband and not me. She kept whining about C. and his infidelities. I got mad, and said to her “look, I’m tired of all this bullshit. Last year, you show up at my house at 5am, drunk and scared that your husband is going to find out you slept with Jack _____, (an Irish folk singer on tour  from England), then  you get mad at C. for his cheating on you. You both cheat on each other. You both steal money from me, accuse me of going to an ATM. When it was YOUR OWN HUSBAND and now he’s admitted it on camera. If he’s so bad, get a divorce, but leave me alone!”
I had no contact from her for some time. Nor did I ever contact her. I was sick of her.

    In 1993, John and I were having severe money problems. Our electricity was shut off one day. The day before, I had received another one of Joan’s nonsense letters. I got to thinking. Well, she owes me money. I called her up.
ring ring. “hello.” “Joan, this is Ruth.” … click. What the heck? Were we disconnected? dial. ring ring. “hello.” “Joan, this is Ruth.” … click. What the Heck is going on? ring ring. “hello.” “Joan, this is Ruth.” … click.  

    I didn’t know what game she was playing, but I had no time for her. I had to call the electric company again. After speaking to a supervisor, I had to come up with $100.00 and they would turn my lights back on. I went to 4 neighbors and they gave me what they could. I got back home, had a cup of tea, and consulted the bus schedule so I could go to the electric company and pay them. I called Joan again. I was pissed. Here is my sister, who stole from me, who promised she would pay me back. I am having troubles, neighbors helped me out, but not her. So I called her up. I called her a bitch and slammed the phone on her.
    A few weeks later, I was contacted by a Buffalo Police Detective about phone calls I made to Joan. It seems that she was getting annoyance phone calls. she had a trap on her line, and those 4 phone calls I made showed up. SHE TOLD THE POLICE THAT I HUNG UP ON HER. But no, she lied. IT WAS HER WHO WAS HANGING UP ON ME!!!
    I told the detective this. And I told him about the theft. I heard him audibly suck in his breath, as if to say, “What the heck?” He told me he believed me, and would recommend that Joan drop it, but she continued. I was hauled into court for harrassment.
    Now this is not like the court shows on TV. The judge don’t care what happened. All they wanted to know, did I call her. yes. guilty. I could not prove that it was Joan who hung up. So Joan was given a six month order of protection against me. Joan left the courtroom ahead of me. By the time my friend FJM and I reached the escalator, Joan was already on the bottom floor. She looked up at me and smirked at me. FJM started running down the escalator. “Ruth can’t touch you, but I will. I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face.” I ran down after F, telling her that violence was not going to solve anything, and that bitch was not worth it. But Joan sure did wipe that smirk off her face. She got scared and got out of the courthouse fast.
   This incident was the basis of Joan telling people that I have a criminal record. She wrote to various family members telling them this. She told everyone verbally this. She slandered and libeled me. I never had a criminal record. The terms of the order of protection were that if I stayed away from Joan, (which I did), the whole matter would be dropped. And it was.
    In 1998, I applied for and was accepted into a program with the Buffalo Police, a VIABLE position. Volunteers in Aiding Buffalo Law Enforcement. An extensive background check was done on me. No criminal record turned up. why? BECAUSE THERE NEVER WAS ONE. But Joan will LIE and tell you that I have one.
    Now you know how Joan STEALs, LIES and SCHEMES against her own birth sister. But she will tell you that I am the one who is doing the harassing, the lying. Joan then wonders why I don’t like her. uh, DUH, why should I like her? She’s a troublemaker and a straight up nasty person.

disclaimer: I am NOT an employee or representative of the Buffalo Police Department in any way. A VIABLE volunteer is just that: a Volunteer In Aiding Buffalo Law Enforcement.

In 1997, I organized a block club on my street through the Newburgh Coalition of Block Clubs. My husband and I were both volunteers through the Coalition, doing light construction and painting when the Coalition bought their new headquarters. The offices were to include a COPS satelite station, where quality of life issues could be handled and a CPO, Community Police Officer would be stationed. Telephones were to be manned by VIABLE workers. These calls, different from 911 emergency calls, would be about quality of life issues, i.e., barking dogs, loud music, illegal parking, neighbor disputes, drug activities, housing and trash violations. To become a VIABLE worker, you first needed to pass a background check, then attend a one-day seminar at the Buffalo Police Academy, where you were instructed on how to handle calls, the proper chain of command, different agencies of the city that you would direct the caller to, if needed. We were also taught how to report certain illegal activities, such as drugs and prostitution. 

Funds were cut, and our COPs satelite was shut down. So was my VIABLE involvement. However, I have always had, and always will have, respect for our Buffalo police and firefighters.

IN MEMORIUM: Lt. Charles “Chip” McCarthy and Firefighter Jonathan Croom who died fighting a fire 0345, August 24, 2009 at my friend Sam’s store. There was an erroneous report that someone was trapped in the basement. Turned out there was no one down there. But these two brave men, ran in anyway, put their lives on the line to save someone. And they laid down their lives to help someone. They are true heroes.

Buffalo Firefighters and Buffalo Police: heroes all!

Warning!! New email containing trojan virus is spamming World of Warcraft gamers. This new trojan is packed in sexy e-mail with subject line “Do you like to find a girlfriend like me?” and contains this text:

“Wish to have a boyfriend

Be able to protect me, take care of me

Intolerable lonely night and would like to have your care. do you Willing?

This is my photos."

There is also attachment named “my photos.rar”. This .rar file contains 12 explicit photographs of young Asian woman, and also claims to contain two hardcore sex videos.

“The video files, however, are really a password-stealing Trojan horse called Troj/Agent-LVF which steals usernames and password from players of the popular online role-playing game World of Warcraft.”

Source:  sophos.com

It’s been a while since my last post. Life isn’t going so great. I forgot about this blog, hopefully I’ll keep it up to date from now on.

The name of this blog might be a misnomer.. “Dear Lovely” and yet, I’m talking about very not lovely things. But you are lovely for listening, or reading as the case might be. Which is why this is to you, Lovely.

I haven’t stolen for over a month now, I still think about it, but I don’t. It’s better to simply pay for things, as lame as that might be. It’s honest that way, and honesty is my policy.

I cut myself again. After months of not, I couldn’t take it anymore and I cut myself. Not as often as I used to and certainly not as bad, but still cuts.

My family is… falling apart. Every year, no matter how bad things get, when it’s Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, we set aside whatever is wrong and we all cook together and eat dinner. So that’s what? Two family dinners a year? But not this year. My mom bailed. I was cleaning off the dinner table, cuz we usually just put snacks or something on there since it’s not used much, and she came in and said don’t set a place for me, I’m not going to be here. I asked why and she said she has no reason to stay and just left. Talk about a slap in the face. I wanted to punch a hole in the wall, which I’ve done before, but I screamed into a pillow instead. I was so pissed off and still am. If she tries to ask me to do something or whatever, there’s no way I’m listening, or even acknowledging her. That’s probably awful of me, but it was awful of her to say that to me.

My dad took me to be evaluated by a psychiatrist. I have depression and their solution is: happy pills. yay… so now I take those every day. Not so sure how much they help.. but I take them nonetheless. Only a couple of people know. Not even my mom or brother know. I didn’t want my mom to know because she would blow it out of proportion and I didn’t want my brother to know because he has depression too.. /: not a very happy family… My closest friend knows and one other friend knows.

I made out with this guy and he fingered me… it’s never happening again and my closest friend said I can’t be friends with him anymore.. you might think that’s harsh.. but if you knew more, you’d understand. I’m also banned from boys by  my guy best friend.. haha there’s a few exceptions obviously.. since he wouldn’t ban me from my brother or himself, and I have a few other guy friends who are acceptable. I love him, did I mention that? Our friendship is half friendship/half relationship… it’s weird.. but I like it.

I don’t have much to else to say, other than happy thanksgiving..

oh, I suppose I should say some things that I’m thankful for: I’m thankful that I still go to a good school, when I was supposed to leave last year. I’m thankful that I can play on a basketball team with an amazing group of girls and an awesome coach who all care about me a lot. I’m thankful that I still live in the same house. I’m thankful that I’m provided with food and clothing. I’m thankful for my friends who care about me so much. I’m thankful that we didn’t move away last year. I’m thankful for being healthy.

I could go on, but I won’t bore you. Thanks for listening and happy thanksgiving. remember what you’re thankful for.

Ok, so I was on Twitter, and there was a trending topic of pointless signs. This gave me an idea to go around collecting amazing signs and to put them in a two part post for all my readers. So I found them, and here they are along with my comments to each of them.

is rain supposed to be dry?

wait..warthogs?

my car will be fine though...

my car is supposed to work underwater thought

good luck figuring it out

I won't trespass on this property

it is a traffic light tree!

But I wanted to jump in the toxic waste!

this makes me want to throw a stone at it

haha wow

wow...

only in America

is this person dislexic?

where is the snow here?

I hope that people understand this sign

what do I need to obey?

isn't the bridge being out more important?

which sign do I follow?

we need a sign to let us know about a sign?

so if you need access, then you can get through?

dog

really? I couldn't tell

Parking for a drive through pharmacy?

penguines? are they the ones from Madagascar?

it is the other left?

I thought it was purple!

which one do I follow?

which way is the one way?

haha nice

so..if nothing happened then why is there a plaque

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JAG KANSKE SKA SLUTA TJATA NU

Man kanske ska sluta tjata på sina barn. Ja, alltså, det är ju inte så att man gnäller på dem hela dagarna. Inte alls. Men det händer väl relativt ofta att man i föräldraskapets sanna anda (?) påpekar sådant som tillhör de sociala dygderna: tugga inte med öppen mun, peta inte i näsan (i alla fall inte offentligt), svara vänligt när andra talar till dig och snälla, spill inte på din nytvättade tröja.

Det sistnämnda har Johannes haft lite bekymmer med (Isak också för den delen). Han är helt hopplös. Han spiller hela tiden . Den naturliga reaktionen är då att man börja instruera och ge råd. Tjata, med andra ord. Men jag har fått en tankeställare om det där, från en märklig incident.

Nyligen, när hela familjen var på väg hem från en kortare resa, stannade vi till i Nyköping för att köpa lite mat. Inne i den stora matbutiken ”råkade” Johannes röra vid en dryckesförpackning som råkade vara sönder. Dricka spills över hela hans T-shirt. Klantigt, Johannes! Ja, ja, det är bara att gå till bilen och hämta en ny tröja. Han får bilnyckeln och går ut till parkeringen.

Men väl ute upptäcker han att det står en mystisk man vid sidan om bilen. Sedan ser den chockerade pojken en annan man som kryper omkring i bilens baksäte. Johannes blir vettskrämd och springer för att hämta oss. Och tjuvarna ser detta.

När vi springer ut på parkeringen är förövarna borta. Nervös går jag fram till bilen, ängslig för vad de kan ha stulit (för många värdesaker låg där – nu är det jag som känner mig klantig). Men när jag kommer fram ser jag inget som saknas. Dock ligger min laptop på baksätet, framtagen ur en gömd datorväska. Jag drar slutsatsen att tjuvarna måste ha haft den i sin hand när när de ser Johannes.

Det var bara att tacka högre makter. Eller vad ska man säga? Jag vet bara det här: vi har aldrig haft inbrott i vår bil förut, men just när det är på gång, vad händer då? Jo, i exakt samma ögonblick går en dryckesförpackning sönder och Johannes spiller på sig själv. Sedan går han ut och skrämmer bort tjuvarna. Och inget går förlorat.

Vad är oddsen att detta skulle ske? Jag menar, det var första bilinbrottet någonsin, och första tröjspillningen i en matbutik. Och detta sker samtidigt! Det är bara att ödmjuka sig i tacksamhet.

Jag och Angelica tittar på dagens hjälte. ”Du kommer aldrig mer höra oss tjata på dig om du spiller igen”, säger vi och kramar om honom. ”Från och med nu får du spilla hur mycket du vill!”

Stealing from Tesco is the work of a gobshite

Tesco customers in the North Inner City as well as in Dolphin’s Barn on the South Side will now have lovely security tags on their supermarket meat to match the ones on their ankles.

Because they keep on stealing it.

Seems fair enough to me.

Although it being Tesco, I’m surprised that there was ever any food on the shelves to thieve anyway, seeing as the shittest of all shit supermarkets does well to keep it’s stores stocked with basics like milk and bread on a daily basis.

People who shop in Tesco are fucking idiots anyway.

They’re always dirty, and the staff are all dirty too.

The Supreme Court of Georgia says that one’s mower doesn’t count as a motor vehicle.

Nov 23, 2009 – Atlanta

It all started when Franklin Lloyd Harris was convicted of a felony; motor theft.  He took a riding mower from Home Depot into his van and sped off.  He got a sentence of 10 years in prison.  His public defender says that he should not be charged with stealing a car just theft.

I know, you want to hear about Jam-Rock and my adventures there… and we’ll get back to that shortly…

It’s been a few days since I’ve sat down to this grind and let me tell you…

yes, I’ve been missing this… 

When I was little, I would often avoid confrontation of this type…

You know what I mean…  when you’re in trouble and you know it!

I would do (or not do) what I wasn’t (or was) supposed to do and when I got found out… I would lie, beg, steal, smash or borrow my way out of trouble…

Won’t work here tho.

I remember taking money from my Dad’s wallet as a youngster…

Not a smart idea…  I was thinking…

“This is Money,  I need it!”

For what? To buy Pens… Pencils… Candy…  J

I thought I was just talking a few unimportant bills from a wallet left all too easy to find in the closet…

Little did I know, the bills were from the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s…  they were a part of a collection of notes from my Fathers first experiences here in Canada… and of course some were just the old bills that you find in circulation and you just tuck neatly into the “important receipt” part of the wallet… 

Like when one of us finds a One or Two dollar bill today…  we put it aside…  just because…

These were the bills that I took from my Father to transform into the little nothings that would not matter to me in the years to come…

What I ended up taking was so much more than the approximately $15 I stole over a few weeks of sneaking and snatching.

I stole my Fathers right to respect his son. 

I stole my Mothers peace of mind.

I stole my own pride…

All of these things were lost…  and for what?

A momentary need?

I finally got caught when my parents were out grocery shopping and Dad found himself short a couple bucks and went to that part of his wallet to make up the difference…

To my current dismay, but back then it was relief…  My parents assumed they had lost it…

An argument ensued and it was determined that the bills were not misplaced after all. 

I was questioned.

I lied.

I watched as my brother nearly took the blame for it.

Yet they didn’t blame him, they believed him.

My Mother approached me with a Rosary in hand…

“Ryan, I want you to …”

I didn’t care about God at that moment. 

I didn’t care about the future condition of my soul.

All I cared about was the future condition of my behind…!

So I lied.

My parents were flabbergasted and the rage sparked a flame of more conflict and pain…

I was questioned yet again…

I admitted it.

I was punished…  (and for weeks, I was treated like a heathen!)

Looking back it could have been much worse… but as much I try to remember it…  I cannot truly recall my condition that night…

I can remember quite vividly as my parents took regular circulation cash in hand – retraced my steps and tried to recover the lost notes.

Who knew how far $15.00 can go in the hand of a child…

It was a long drawn out ordeal that only ever saw about $7.00 returned to my Father…

The shame stings me to this day…

I never stole again…

Well…

Does the couch count?

-fin-

P.S. – I’m glad to back on the grind, I thank you for waiting it out… and I appreciate your return to this fold  -   See you soon!

P.P.S. – has anyone figured out the “secret” to the titles of these things yet?

Today folks, my Mother and I attempted to call my Grandmother. We did a 3way call and my Grandmother picked up. My Mother mentioned my name to my Grandmother and as soon as my Grandmother said my name aloud, that horrible “guardian” Madora (AKA Doty) Wenzel snatched the phone away and hung up the phone.

I ask you this, what sort of sick bitch would abuse their own mother by Socially isolating her from family and friends? The answer is clear my friends that sick bitch is MADORA (AKA DOTY ) WENZEL.

We attempted to call back and several times and the is no longer a voicemail on the phone so we are unable to leave messages for my Grandmother(not that they are letting my Grandmother hear those messages because DOTY WENZEL AND RODERICK WENZEL are abusing my Grandmother)

I then called on my phone and the Madora (AKA DOTY) Wenzel or her rat-bastard slime ball of a husband Roderick Wenzel picked up and they played druggie band Steppenwolf’s “Goodbye”. (Well folks we already knew about their illegal drug use and they listen to the music as well) They hung up after I asked to speak with my Grandmother.

I called back not once but twice and they did the exact same thing.

This shows the complete IMMATURITY of my mother’s EVIL HALF SISTER, DOTY WENZEL and her drug addled husband Roderick Wenzel.

Clearly DOTY WENZEL is not a good caregiver and she and her RAT BASTARD HUSBAND RODERICK WENZEL are abusing my Grandmother.

Services rendered=BS…Over priced and guessing game.  I have an older home that is insulated well, dual pane windows with argon gas, thermostat turned down to 69 degrees (how thoughtful) plus the heating is gas not electric.  You might ask what the problem is–well it is the monthly bill of $191.00 for what?  Tried to get an answer to the question posed, got the run around.  Read the meter and we are over billed, not for usage but for potential usage–what the phuque is that about?  We were billed 1525KH and we used only 450KH and I have got the talk of maybe the meter was misread last month.  Whose fault is it and why isn’t explained if that is the answer?  Bottom line to whatever BS I am getting, no matter what, I never used the amount of electricity they say I have used.  My rant is over and those that have had the same unfortunate experience with NV Energy–let us commensurate.

Former Surry County DSS supervisor faces 31 Felony counts

http://www.examiner.com/examiner/x-29636-Surry-County-CPS-Examiner~y2009m11d22-Former-Surry-County-DSS-supervisor-faces-31-Felony-counts#

Donna Marie Key, 51, from Mt. Airy, is scheduled to appear in court November 24, on 31 Felony counts of Obtaining Property by False Pretenses.

Mrs. Key, allegedly, used her position as a Surry County Social Worker Supervisor, to steal an unknown amount of money. She was arrested June 16, 2009 and then release on a $25,000 bond.

To read more please visit the above link

New York City, the world’s financial center, prior to Rudy Giuliani becoming the mayor, was the center place where one would be scared of walking at night simply for a short stroll or going through the subway system. The city was the hub and cesspool of all kinds of robberies and personal attacks.

However, when Rudy Giuliani became mayor of the City on January 1, 1994 through December 31, 2001, he filled the streets, on every street corner, with high trained and well paid security officers and cops. He also installed CC cameras on every street corner.

His primary and focus mission was to clean up New York City, and it worked. Even prior to 9-11, New York City became one of the most safest cities in the world, where you could get up any time of the day and walk down the street, without the fear of being worried about some schmuck snatching your wallet or purse, or robbing you at gun or knife point.

Mayor Bloomberg has continued on Rudy Giuliani’s vision, to keep New York City safe, and to date, it has continued that momentum. Today, you can literally walk down the street, and not have to worry about keeping your eyes on your wallet or pulse, and simply worry about seeing all the great excitement stuff around the city.

On the other side, South Africa, obviously not a city but a country, in most of its metropolitan areas, such as Johannesburg, has nearly been the safe haven for all kinds of ruthless pick-pocketing, car hijackings, and at gun point robberies, some of them are usually deadly.

Most people would tell you not to be downtown Johannesburg after 5:00PM, that’s when most offices are closed for business. And that’s when most robberies and car hijacking take place, as they try to catch the rush hours, people going back home and well-uninformed tourists.

Thus, the question is; what can the government of Zuma do to help stop the car hijackings, robberies and attacks on civilians and tourists?

One possible economic cause of these types of acts, it’s because of the high rate of unemployment. South Africa has one of the highest rates of unemployment in the world, at one point years back, the rate of unemployment in South Africa was at about 35%. However, according to the Voice of America, “despite a recent spate of bad economic news, the latest unemployment rate for South Africa has actually declined. The Labor Force Survey reports a drop from 23.2 percent in the third quarter of 2008 to 21.9 percent in the fourth quarter. The improvement is largely due to an increase in construction industry jobs”.

But despite an improvement in unemployment in South Africa, still, the majority of those who are employed still earn less than what they need for buying basic necessities. The GDP per capita in South Africa is $10,100 (CIA World Factbook), and that’s good compare to the rest of Africa.

Then why the rate of robberies and hijacking still high in South Africa? Partly, because the majority of the unemployed are those who didn’t finish their secondary school education during the apartheid era. And, post independence, they found themselves having to compete for low paying jobs, which compare to their uneducated counterparts in America, they refused to work 9 to 5 jobs with low paying salaries. Thus, in the US, the selling of drugs and in South Africa, the life of robberies and hijacking, has become the only way of making a decent living, for the short-term of course, because soon o r later, the culprit either goes to jail for his or her actions or gets killed by the law enforcement officers or co-rivalries.

Giuliani turned around New York City by trusting his law enforcement officers he has placed on every street corner to carry on their mission, to protect and serve, keeping the city safe and secure. On the other hand, in South Africa, with the recent reported bad news of South African Police Officers shooting and killing a two-year old boy, whom they thought was carrying a knife or gun, and their unofficially authorized code of shoot to kill, how can Zuma trust his law enforcement officers to carry out their mission, to serve and protect, but shoot first, and ask questions later?

Another underlying issue; South African Police Officers are low paid government officials, and when they are low paid, they have no motivation or moral authority to work even harder as required, which also puts their safety in danger from those ruthless and merciless criminals.

In America, law enforcement officers (cops) are some of the best paid workers. They have great benefits, and they never have to worry about what to eat at home or where to sleep. Unlike in South Africa, where cops are some of the lowest paid employees.

The first thing that Zuma needs to do is to ask the South African Parliament to vote and pass a bill, authorizing a high increase of wages and salaries plus great benefits for all law enforcement officers, at least doubling their current salary and wages. And then deploy them at full force on every street corner. If they are well paid, then their families are well-kept and fed, and if their families are well fed and kept, then they don’t have to worry about receiving bribes from the robbers and thieves, and for that, they will be more motivated to do their jobs, keeping the streets safe and secure.

With the 2010 World Cup coming to South Africa, certainly strict security measures are being put in place. However, either pre-or-post the 2010 World Cup, South Africa needs to act fast, and make it its highest priority to end these kinds of acts, for the sake of its citizens and most importantly, the unsuspecting tourists from around the world who travel to South Africa, everyday.

Ted Bundy was a vicious and remorseless killer who killed so many women young women throughout the United States.  Though Bundy’s murders and assaults are widely known, his thefts have gone relatively unnoticed and I feel they can tell us something about why he committed the murders.  

According to Bundy (and his ex-fiancée), he stole anything he wanted including a Sony TV, an expensive rug, skis, credit cards, and a stereo without a second thought.  His ex-fiancée knew that he wasn’t making enough money to afford all of the things in his possession and he eventually admitted to her that he stole things occasionally.  “In those days, I wouldn’t go into stores and shoplift…What I went for…were things that I couldn’t afford — expensive things.”  (Confessions of a Killer, p. 37)

Come on, do I look like I'm going to go steal something?

Bundy saw nothing intrinsically wrong with stealing.  He honestly felt that what he wanted, he should just take.  He couldn’t afford these items, but felt he deserved them anyway.  Hard work for pay never occurred to him and ethics certainly weren’t his strong suit.  Bundy was so compulsive that he even used stolen credit cards to purchase more than 30 pairs of socks while in Florida.  He was so proficient at stealing that he even stole several cars in Colorado and in Florida.  He once said, “The thought of burglary or anything really criminal…never crossed my mind.  I felt no remorse whatsoever about taking something like that out of a store.  I’d only take what I needed.” (Confessions of a Killer, p. 35) 

Despite all of his thefts, he was never caught for any of them.  He was so calm, so cool (after a few beers), that he would just walk right into a store, pick up the item, and walk right out with it.  The only time he was chased out of a store ended in his misdirection of the employees by Bundy, who then drove off with the stolen merchandise.

I find that understanding why Bundy stole is crucial to the understanding of his psyche as a whole.  The items that Bundy took were merely objects and he treated them as if they were his to take.  I feel this links directly to the women whose lives he stole throughout his murderous binge.  Bundy couldn’t afford to take these women on dates,  he couldn’t be the man they wanted, so he took them from their homes and treated them like his possessions.  Once they were dead, he used their bodies and cast them aside on Taylor Mountain (Washington State), in Glenwood Springs (Colorado), in Tallahassee and Lake City (Florida), and other parts unknown. 

“The big payoff for me was actually possessing whatever it was I had stolen.  It wasn’t the act, necessarily.” ~Ted Bundy, “Confessions of a Killer,” p. 37

Stealing Office Supplies

Graph by: krizleykrislo via Graph Jam Builder

Yay! Another notch on my list of blacklistings from KSI. This time: COST Gaming Group, The community I run, has been blacklisted for “Poaching” members from KSI. However, the controversy behind the case is this. How is it poaching if they willingly left? We didn’t bribe them, We didn’t go into KSI for the sole purpose of taking them. They willingly left on their own. Amazing. It’s a new definition of Poaching I guess.

I’d like to throw this out there right now. Anyone that is in league with Bill Roach, AKA KSI Natas 7 AKA KSI Se7en 7 will regret it. The guy steals from charities for god’s sake. What kind of cruel animal does that to children in need? At least his wife Ex-Wife got the idea. She left him because she knew who bad of a guy he was. And I won’t even start on his children. I feel so sorry for them. They must be miserable all day because they have to put up with a father like him… Such a shame.

Koda