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As you know we have been trying to submit our first online billing to the DOD. 24 days later, 42 service orders, and seven techs, one of the bills was able to send/ submit today.
Reason this bill was such a problem? Lets see... we were on AOL ( Don't tell them- but that is the only one that would let us in, never could get IE to work), uploaded 7.0 IE, did a patch, reworked codes, reset settings, and when none of those things worked- THAT is when then they decided that Power Track has "issues" with our account. Like- HELLO!
Then the techs got into it. Reworked our account. Had to start from stratch as they did not save any of our billing. * rolling eyes * WTF? Then the time came- no codes pop up... the bill was ready to send. My sister hits the save and submit button, and waits for the code from hell- code 5008, trading partner not found.
But instead it goes to "Please wait while invoice is saved." HOLY SHIT IT WORKED!!! Damn- almost brought a tear to my eye.
And what happens? 38 mins later- it still wasn't sending/ uploading. Called the help line to be told that was not "Normal." After a few harsh words from me ( hey- 5 weeks here with this shit) and the man logs into the account to see if he can get it to send. And guess what? It did the same thing!
Another tech has spent the last 3 days working on that "issues" and today at 2:45pm, or so we finally got one of the bills to load into the system. *Happy dance* But never fear- we only have 23 more to go. At 5 week to do each of them... That is what- middle of next year? lol.
They say our account is set up now, ready to do any billing we want. Hell- I am waiting for the bill to come back, telling me Error 5008- trading partner not found. AKA- We are not in the system. Only took them 3 weeks to firgure that one out.
And it had nothing to do with our system, or internet provider, settings, cookies, or security. Had nothing to do with the errors we made in the billing. Oh no... let me tell you what they told us it was.
See- we showed up at the military bases systems, we could log into the DOD site and even open our billing account. But the one part of the program that accept the bills for payment?? Why- that part had no idea who the hell we were, and it was not taking anything from us. We could try till we were blue in the face, but no way was a bill going to be loaded.
So... In honor of the "Power Track" help line, *cough bullshit cough* I had to share this one. LOL.
Ever ask yourself if you are happy? I mean- sit and reflect if you are doing what make you happy in life.
Oh ...I am not talking the life changing events here. I am talking the small things. The every day things you do that makes you .... sad? Upset with yourself?
Then ask what it would take to make you happy?
And are you willing to do it? Are you willing to take control?
Now why is VR working on IE... but on AOL it will log me off? I can sign on, it tells me to hold as it updates, then it welcomes me.
The problem is- it will not let me do anything else. I click to another page, and it takes me back to the main- logged off.
Hmmm... oh by the way- I hate IE, Yahoo. I am the strange person who likes AOL. LOL
Oh well... Guess I will only sign in when I am at home, and not on AOL at work...or having no work to do at home as all my stuff is saved there...or when I feel up to putting up with IE.
Hmmm.... Guess I will be back when it works again. :)
Has your upbringing influenced your interest in Vampires and their culture? a question asked in a poll.
*smiles*
I would have to say yes. My mom would watch Dark Shadows on the TV when she had all of us in bed. I know because you had to walk thru the living room to the only bathroom in the house. If I got up, she would be there, her hair in bobbie pins, in her nightgown, watching it in the dark. She would tell me to get to bed, or if I could not sleep, she would let me climb into her lap, rocking me as I watched the black and white show. I can still remember her scent, her soft hold on me as that music played from the show.
I remember going to horror movies as a child, and when I put my money on the ticket counter, being told it was an R rated, or a PG13, Mom speaking up from behind me, saying she was my Mother, and was going to see it herself.
I remember her having to hold my hand all thru the movie ‘It’s Alive.’ Of course, I was only eight or nine at the time. I remember it was the first time I was scared. The movie was about a woman who had a demon child, killing the doctors and nurses who help give birth to it. Bloody. Maybe that is why I never wanted kids? Scared for life by this movie? LOL
Mom let me sleep with her for a few nights after we went to see the movie and I got over it. See- my love of horror comes from her. The desire to be frighten, to see what is behind the door, in the basement or attic making that noise. Funny- I am not thrilled with dark unknown places in real life. :) But in a movie- scare me... please.
She would let me watch anything- as long as I did not cry. LOL You let me watch Lassie, and I would cry my eyes out. To this day my sisters and brother will tell you they never got to finish a Lassie show because the minute I started to cry, Mom made them turn it off, and fussed at them for letting me watch it, knowing I would cry when the dog was put in danger. *laughs at the childhood memory* To this day if you want me to bust out in tears just say these two words – Old Yellow. :)
My Mom is more of a witch then she ever knew. Holidays were a treat at my house, Halloween more then all the others. A ghost made of a white sheet hanging in the tree, her showing me every year how to make a scarecrow. To this day-, I still crave a pumpkin, and take the old VCR tape movie of Don Knots ‘The Ghost and Mr. Chicken.’ to watch at her house. It is a ritual of sort for us, even if she does not know it. It started a long time ago when we watched the movie on TV one night when I was a child, as her telling me she missed it at the theater since she was having me at the time. We watch it together every year, if we can, together with popcorn and candy, the glow of the jackolatern in the darken room. That and Fright Night. We are big fans of that movie also.
That brings up the question- does my sister’s and brother like horror, vampires? Nope. I was the only one it stuck with. LOL My father you might wonder. Well… he was not around that much when I was a child. Now I can face that Mom changed when Dad was home. She did what he wanted to do- the rock and roll station went to country. The horror movies went for the news. Hee Haw was more my Dad’s style. But he did like a good cop/ mystery show. However, when he left on the road again… :) Safe to say I did not hear the "What's for supper Grandpa?" again till he came back home. lol
If Dad knew half the stuff Mom let us kids do- I am sure we would never been able to. But we were raised to stand on our own, and I think Dad is most proud of that. At least today he is. *smiles*
I love my Dad, but my Mom gave me the love of the darkness, the desire to question the normal everyday life. To look beyond. To dream and not be afraid to those dreams. She was one very cool Mom to have 40 years ago, she is still a cool mom to have today.
Has your upbringing influenced your interest in Vampires and their culture? Yes. I thank my mother every day for it.
Scooby Doo is my favorite carton, before the puppy ruined it. I hated that little guy. Anyway... lol Cartoon Network shows Scooby this early on Sunday morning. How cool is that? :) * wipes running nose*
Your Dosha is Pitta
You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor.
You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader.
Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways.
But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical.
With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to you
In love: You are picky but passionate
To achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight.
"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."
Quote by Agatha Christie
* pulls the bed covers up, and another book to read *
Have not written much in my journal of late, and it is because I have been a little busy. *Sits, trying to think of something to write*
Well- let us start with yesterday. Loaded the fourth commercial kitchen for Monday delivery, including a mixer. lol And no- I did not drop this one. Thanks for asking girls. :)
The guys had some fun with me, they took the orange cones we use, and placed it all around the mixer. Then they wrote on the carton with a large black marker, “Do not let KAY touch this!” Smart asses. *smiles* But we are ready for Monday delivery.
Then last night I took the easy courier run, as I did not feel well. I went to the local movie theater to pick up a movie. I arrived 26 minutes early, nothing new for me. I sit in the lobby, bored, sleepy when they bring the movie down 3 minutes late. I load it, calling to confirm pickup is complete and the print number off the canisters, and return home to bed. Saying goodnight to the Tiger, when the phone rings. It is my mother telling me DHL called- problem with the pickup. WTH?
I call in and am order to return to the theater, they put the wrong movie in the canisters. I let out a few cuss words and got out of my bed, pulling on clothing as I try to wake myself up.
I get back to the theater, told it will be at least 45 minutes, as they have to load the movie back on the projector, then rewind the one I am getting back on the reels. What? They don’t have extra reels? Biting my tongue, I tell the nice young man I did not want a pop, popcorn or any candy. "I will be in my car."…trying not to bite your head off. *growls*
An hour later- he wakes me up, and I do the steps again to confirm pickup. Delivery was this morning 60 miles away. I arrived early and this guy is there. *Smiles* I go in, carrying the heavy canisters, and he steps up to sign the papers. “You are early. Most of you (lumping me in with all couriers) usually run late, making my day a little harder.”
WTF? I just smiled, biting the “Oh yeah? Well how about you guys? What is it with not answering the damn knock at the doors? What is it with the attitude that we can just wait for your ass, not worry about making the delivery on time if it it is on the same night/morning? What the HELL is with the …” I see my hands slide around his throat, of my knee going into his privates... him on the floor, clutching and moaning as I stand over him. "Could you sign this? I have another delivery and I don't want to be late- asshole."
Yes- my mind wonders into places that get me in trouble sometimes. I just smile and ask him to sign here, turn to leave and wish him a great day.
See – I can be nice. Ok ok… truth be told, I am just too sleepy to give a shit. lol
Can we say bed early for me. It is bad when I am kind just because I am tired, missing the chance to chew someones ass out. LOL
Monday morning I arrived to work, and never even got to my desk before hell broke out. lol Ok… maybe not hell, but at least at little evilness. (Is that a word?;) I walk by the fax and find a courier order/ job in the tray. I pick it up, laying my briefcase on the counter, finding it is an ASAP run. In to the hills of Eastern Kentucky, to a very small town called Gorden.
“F-ck!” is the word that left my mouth. Got to love Mondays. I call into dispatch, telling them we can handle the run. After dealing with the crews, leaving notes of calls and other things for my sister to do, I left my dad sitting in the office.
Pulling into the local DHL building, I walk in to pick up the package. The people in that office just love to question us. *smiles* We do not wear the yellow and gray uniforms, or drive the yellow vans. While I have a photo DHL ID badge, I do not wear it unless I am going into airports or federal buildings. They just cannot figure us out, and love to ask questions. See- we are what you call pinch hitters. On hand, when people mess up, as this was this case. (Not able to find the place for delivery. A business- in a town the size of a large town mall? Three stop lights in the whole town? And you can not find a address? * shakes my head* Sad.)
One of the women asked me that morning just when we started working for DHL. See- I never worked for DHL until a merge/ buy out. My parents started working for Sky Courier years ago. How we started is somewhat funny. My father owned and ran a taxi business in the town when he first got out of the Marines during the Korean War. Contact was made and we have been one since.
I remember as a child being woke up, a robe being pulled on over my nightgown, and carried out to the station wagon in the middle of the night by my mom, being laid back in the back so I could go back to sleep, my sisters hogging the blankets, as Mom drove. Arriving home hours later to only to be awaken for school.
I remember phone calls in the middle of the nigh, and having to drop what ever we were doing and leave home. I remember begging to go with my father if he was home, able to take one of the trips, saying I would help him stay awake, and then falling asleep as he drove all night.
I remember picking up at an old truck stop (no longer here- a Burger King, Walmart is there now) waiting for the Gray Hound bus. I recall my mother putting a styrofoam cooler in the car, with tape all around it. We would take it to the hospital, and drop it off. That is how they use to move blood/ medical supplies before all the safety/security went into effect.
We have moved money, cash, gold, stocks, bonds, payrolls, legal docs, DNA to labs, coins, medicines, parts, guns… and countless other things. Movies are the normal, the big orange metal canister that are 30 to 40 lbs each. They ask- we move it. I have “been” in the courier business since I was a child in my nightgown, me and my sisters, and brother going with mom those many years ago. *laughter* If you think about it- I was in it before I was born, as Mom surely did courier jobs pregnant.
So what did I tell the woman who asked me when I started working for DHL? “Not long at all.” That was the truth. If she asked how long have I worked as a courier? Now that answer will just make me feel old… lol
You are Elizabeth Bathory. (The bloodcountess) Legend tells us that you, this very rich, beautiful and high born woman tortured and murdered some 650 young women and bathed in their warm blood to keep yourself beautiful.In some stories, it is said you have drank thier blood as well. You were a sexual sadist on a grand scale.Ah vanity is your downfall. For shame!Take this quiz!
What does one do when you get a message from Cancer? I mean- do you answer it?
I had that second of “Oh shit” when I saw the picture, thinking I was in trouble. LOL
Then I read and it is the generic thank you message for the purchase of the contest winnings. (Note to self- no more judging of the contest. 158 poems… way to much like work. lol)
Do you answer this? I mean…do you send back a “You are welcome.” “No problem, Cancer.” “My pleasure, my prince.” *Mind sliding right into the gutter on that one. Grins*
So what do you do? I have great respect for the man, as he did create the site, a site enjoyed by anyone who follows his rules.
However, do you talk to him?
Me? Hell no. Dude intimidates the hell out of me. LOL
My sister wanted today off back on Monday, and I gave it to her, thinking we would have the PowerTrack system up and running by now. Well- We don’t.
AOL and IE settings have to be reset on the computers, after we figure out what the hell is wrong with them. Four tecks from Power Track cannot get the site to work on our systems. I really hate computers when they do not work the way you want them to.
The bills that would have taken 2 days to type up, copy the paperwork, and mail in is in the second week of trying to get the system to work.
One of the men was 40 minutes late for work- leaving the other two men of the crew sitting. That pisses me off to no end. Customers called to see were they are. “Sorry- one of the men is too much of a child to take on the reasonability to show up on freaking time for work.” No- I did not say it- just wanted to.
Pin went out of a truck’s clutch today, leaving it on side of the road. Not a big repair- but for its sitting with a load on it, the shipper waiting. Another truck is taken to it, the load switched over, as I cannot find my “24 Hour” mechanic to fix it.
Dad is MIA- working on his own stuff.
Mom is in a flunk- it is the cold weather, hurts her bones.
I have a pile of dishes in my sink, laundry to do.
Mom called to ask me to come walk the dog- right when I have a customer in the office. Mom is unable to walk the dog, so… by the time I showed up, I had a mess to mop up in the kitchen floor and a mother who is telling me not to fuss at the elder dog. “She can’t help it if she is old.” I just look at my mother, and try not to cry as I see how fragile both of them are.
Collected rent from people who walked in to pay, so add a trip to the bank to put the cash in after work.
Lost two bigger jobs I put estimates on- making me think I over estimated them, or priced to high.
Worked on the cash tickets most of the mornings, for the 2006 taxes that I still have not gotten to the CPA.
Have not eaten anything today- as I cannot get away. Starving and I have a headache.
The ADT fire alarm system is acting up, going off and on… as the little beep keeps telling me. Repair man to be here before 5:00pm. *looks at the clock- it’s 4:15 now*
Went to bed late, two nights of not sleeping in a row now.
Slept little from the stuff on my mind, and the freaking rosters crowing at 4:00 am this morning.
I have to work tonight on a courier run as my sister, who’s turn it is, doesn’t want to go to work at midnight tonight and drive most of the morning. Same sister who has had the day off work.
My friends tell me that I would hate giving my job up- I could never take orders from someone. I could never give control over to someone else.
After twenty-six years, twenty-two of those being the boss… I really think I can.
This job is getting old.
I would have gotten out of the business years ago, but for my father.
He is unwilling to sell the business that he and my mother started in 1953.
I just want a change…but I do not want to lose what it will take to bring it about.
Maybe I will feel better after a long nap and some food.
Rating a little and find this on a new members profile:
find me on myspace at myspace.com/dracolicious
That is all it says. Type in the comment box:
"Gosh! If I wanted to go to my space and meet people- would I not be there right now? Would I not stay there? Would I not even wonder off the my space site? What is VR? Never heard of it... as I only stay on MY SPACE! Why don't you just go back to it, prick, and stop wasting my time and VR space."
Takes a deep breath, trying to keep my mood in control.
Finished putting new art on my profile. Took me forever to decide what I wanted there, but then I just let my soul tell me.
I want snow. Lots of snow. Not 100 inches- but a good 5 to 6 inches would be nice. And not on a Friday night, to be gone by Monday morning.
I want it during my workweek, so I can enjoy the time off. A nice fluffy snow I can go walk out in at night, the snowflakes falling on my face, white against the blackness of night. The Hemlock trees in my yard draped with the snow. *wishful look on my face*
Thus- my profile is what I call winter. At least in my dreams, this is winter for me.
Rating this morning with little sleep, so you know what that means. Yes- me being a smart ass. lol Remember- I do this in fun only. :)
“Death is merely forever just a vacation” Thanks- but I already had my vacation for the year. By the way- you need to reword this. Death is not forever, merely a vacation. Does that sound better?
“Sometimes u may need an experience that experience and be a drug or a person.” Now what the hell does this mean? I get the whole experience thing, but the "be a drug or person?" *rubs my eyes* Never mind… rate, stamp, moving on.
“Falling. Especially in love.” Good luck on that one, girly. At my age- I refuse to, as my bones break easy. lol
“I walk in the shadows.” I do that and I stub my toe on the chair leg, or the footboard all the time. Screw the shadows- I want a night light! :)
“Won’t to be my sire?” Uh... no. Now I have that damn Mr. Rogers song in my head… It’s a wonderful day in the sire hood, a wonderful day in the sire hood could you be mine? Would you be mine? Won’t you be my sire? Grrrr! Ohhhh thanks for that!
“If you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you’ve always got”
Aka- same old shit. Just used fancy words to say it. Got it. Rate, stamp, moving on…
“We live as we dream- alone & fuck it.” But if you are alone.. how can you fuck it? And what is it? ;)
“Fuck you.” Ohhh those words that get you a #2.
“Open the Pandora’s Box and see what you get.” *see in my mind a gift-wrap box* If it is a gift card- I will be very unhappy. lol
“You lose.” Damn- should have picked curtain number #3. What? No consolation prize? Cheap.
“It’s better to burn out than to fade away.” It is better to drop, roll and hope like hell you get the fire out. Otherwise, you will wish you could fade away.
“Death will come for you.” *yawns, looking bored.* Rate, stamp, moving on.
“Blood runs threw me to not keep me alive but to keep my soul imprisoned.” *smiles*
I wonder if her soul wears those orange jumpsuits the prisons wear? Or those old black and white strip ones? Ball and chain? *sees a soul wearing the old style black and white stripes, ball and chain at it’s ankle, asking me if this made her look fat? Giggles* I so need some sleep. :)
“Lucid swirling dreams.” Mmm... Do any have rooster in them? And a shotgun? *remembers the rooster that woke her up at 4:10 this morning, crowing outside her window.*
“All that are weak will be destroyed the strong will be spared.” Wow, that is so… so like… LIFE! Asshole.
“Victims! Aren’t we all?” You and the above person need to get together. And I am not a victim! I am strong and powerful!! I make victims of all of you!!! * Bust out laughing*
Gods- were did that come from? :)
“The strangest creatures on earth are those who think they are normal.” And some bugs. There are some strange bugs out there, I am just saying.
“For every end there’s a beginning for every beginning there is an end but somewhere in between we exist.” *rubs forehead, thinking I need more sleep* SO I am midway? Midway of what?
“Sex without fear is like food without taste” I am tried, sleepy, smartass mood- Now you made me hungry? Great! What? You think I would do the sex comment? Please- I would push away any male around me today... I need sleep, not sex.
“Everyone is cannon fodder.” Mmmm food.
“Gutted like a pig all you want is the world to bleed.” Pig? Some one say pig? Pork? Here piggy piggy.. *grabs the BBQ sause*
“So beautiful I had to eat him.” OK that is it! Sonny’s BBQ pork- here I come. Never knew rating would be bad for my waistline.
Supermodel Tyra Banks has hit back at the reports of her 30 lbs she has gained since she left the business. Business that is all about the looks. I mean- when you make your money on your looks... *sigh* Let's move on..
Here is what she said about the photo of her in a swimsuit- still looking stunning at 5 foot 10 inches at 161 pounds.
"I get so much mail from young girls who say, 'I look up to you, you're not as skinny as everyone else, I think you're beautiful.' So when they say that my body is 'ugly' and 'disgusting,' what does that make those girls feel like? I still feel hot, but every day is different. It's when I put on the jeans that used to fit a year ago and don't fit now and give me the muffin top, that's when I say, 'Damn!' I feel more comfortable when I'm lighter - I sleep better, I snore less, I have more endurance when I work out, my arms look better. I've made millions of dollars with the body I have, so where's the pain in that? If I was in pain, I would have dieted. The pain is not there - the pain is someone printing a picture of me and saying those (horrible) things."
Ok- is she standing up for people, like me, who have the extra weight on them? Or bitching about the photo? Because her above comment just confuses the hell out of me. Is it ok to be happy at the weight you are, not let the “Skinny” shit get to you?
On the other hand, is she saying she needs to loose weight to fell better, to get back into those jeans?
Ahhh- guess she is finding out what every woman in the world has known- you are judged by your looks. And sometimes the judges are not kind. Super model - Welcome to our world girl!
And I am thinking you are the one upset by the comments, not the rest of us. Hell- I still think you are a sexy woman, even with the extra weight 'you' think you have. To me you just look normal, stunning still.
Ohh and by the way… 30 lbs, at your body shape and height?
Boo Fucking Hoo for you.
Sorry- but someone who stands up for “Woman are beautiful at any size” and you start this shit?
Cry me a fucking river bitch. I would love to look like you any day of the week. So much for the whole- you are you and never let anyone put you down, make you feel ugly lessons you teach people.
The 131st Annual Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show 2007
*smiles*
Need I say more?
Irish Setter?
Great Dane?
Nah... got to go with the Golden Retriver. Hey- Hannah is one.. I have to cheer for my baby's breed. lol
:)
Update: The english springer spaniel won. His name is "Ch Felicity's Diamond Jim" aka James. Owned by three people, showed by others trained to show. Truely a show dog in every way.
At least the poodles didn't win. (toy and standard) Not a big poodle fan, even if I understand the funky haircut. (joints, water, protection...nevermind)
I wanted the PBG to win. (Petits Bassets Griffons Vendeen) He was just sooo cute. I just want to get him on the floor and play with him, rub his belly.
LOL.... I watch way to much dog shows, and read to much on the breeds. o.0
A guy walks into a post office one day to see a middle-aged, balding man standing at the counter methodically placing "Love" stamps on bright pink envelopes with hearts all over them. He then takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying scent all over them.
His curiosity getting the better of him, he goes up to the balding man and asks him what he is doing. The man says, "I'm sending out one thousand Valentine cards signed, 'Guess who?'"
Eating lunch and with my sister, when the mail arrived. Flipping thru I see a red envelope. Ahhh it is a Valentine’s card. I smile as I see it is from Nita, aka Elemental.
I tear into it and see a rodent. Yes folks- she found a card that has a rat on the cover. Oh my Gods!! LOL
“I really hope you like this Valentine.”
I open it, smiling and read the inside…
“Somebody farted in the card shop and I could only hold my breath long enough to grab this one!”
In that is in the print of the card. She hand writes, “Looks like a rat, huh? Huggles!!”
Ok… from the farting rat, all I am going to say is…Ha Ha Ha.
In a murder trial, the Defense Attorney was cross-examining the Coroner:
Attorney: Before you signed the death certificate, had you taken the pulse?
Coroner: No.
Attorney: Did you listen to the heart?
Coroner: No.
Attorney: Did you check for breathing?
Coroner: No.
Attorney: So, when you signed the death certificate, you weren't sure the man was dead, were you?
Coroner: Well, let me put it this way: The man's brain Is sitting in a jar on my desk. But I guess it's possible he could be an Attorney out there Practicing Law Somewhere.
Ever watch the Bravo TV show called the Actors Studio? I love this show and watch it when I catch it on, and if I like the actor/ actress that is being interview by the show host.
I love the questions the host asks at the end:
What is your favorite word?
What is your least favorite word?
What turns you on?
What turns you off?
Sound or noise that you love?
Sound or noise that you hate?
Favorite cuss word?
What profession other then the one you have would you like to try?
What profession would you least like to try?
If there is a heaven- what would God say to you as you step up to the pearly gates?
I love the answer the people give to these questions as they let you in on how they think, feel about things.
So… let’s see what my answers are.
What is your favorite word? Chocolate.
What is your least favorite word? Hate.
What turns you on? Kindness, humor.
What turns you off? Rudeness. Judgmental.
Sound or noise that you love? Sex sounds.
Sound or noise that you hate? Voices in anger, a hurt animal.
Favorite cuss word? Fuck.
What profession other then the one you have would you like to try? Fashion buyer/ Chef.
What profession would least like to try? Coal miner/ Mother.
If there is a heaven- what would God say to you as you step up to the pearly gates? She would tell me to try to behave, as I did in life. To have some fun.
Trying to talk my sister into seeing the movie ‘The Messengers’ yesterday. “What is it about?” “It’s a little scary...” “No.” lol
Safe to say she is not a fan of horror movies. Now we know why I have “horror weekends” that are me and a bowl of popcorn, laying on the couch, watching rented DVD’s, catching up of all the horror I miss at the movie theaters.
We finally decided on the movie ‘Night at the Museum.’ Get into the seats, and enjoying talking a little, when in comes all the kids. Yes folks… I just love kids. *sigh* I look over at her as four young girls decided to sit behind our seats. “We can still make the Messengers.” She gives me a look, and a “No.”
As they started to move about, talking loudly about who is seating were, the Dad adding to the noise as he joins them with snacks, I just look at her and she smiles. “No.” I just let out a big sigh and she laughs.
The movie starts and the young ones start to settle down. I look at sis as the kicking of my seat starts. “NO.” Grrrr… fine.
You want real life horror for me? Kids in the movie theater, when you do not like kids to start with. lol
We went to Block Buster to rent a movie for later and I cannot find my membership card. I ask the woman to pull the account up with my phone number, and she tells me that they cannot use phone numbers to pull up the account any more. Had to see a photo ID. I dig out my wallet and show my drivers licenses, and she asked if I have rented in the last 30 days. Just so happen, I rented movies just last weekend- left owning late fees on two of them.
She calls the other store I rented from and she finds my account. She asked for my address to verify, and then she asked for my phone number. I look at Nita and she is biting her lip, trying not to laugh. I, on the other hand, just want to ask why she needed my phone number, as they “do not use it any more.” Grrr.
However, I do not. I even give her the right phone number, not a fake one like I wanted to. We left, and I just say to my sister… “You know what I am going to say, right?” She just laughs and tells me she was surprised I keep it in.
My sister Elemental and I spent the day together yesterday. Before I got out of bed from my lazy wakeup of playing on the laptop, I called her and we decided to have a late lunch and movie date.
Two hours later find us at the local Mexican place. I asked Nita how the boyfriend took the news of her not coming down to see him this weekend, and the words out of her mouth were… “He knows I am sick and I did not fell like the 3 hour drive. Besides, I did not feel like being nice to him. You- I don’t have to be nice to.” Well, ok then… lol
True- when she is sick, she does get a little snippy (seeing a snapping turtle in my mind) but I love her…most of the time.
We talked about her boyfriend of the last 18 months, family, friends, just stuff in general when sex came about. Then she starts to share WAY to much private information about her boyfriend. No- truly. WAY TO MUCH!
It started with his ass. “Come on- you can not sit there and tell me you never checked out his ass?” Ok… trust me when I say, the “checking out” of my sister boyfriend’s ass is the last thing I would want to do. Ewww. Then she tells me it’s all firm and curved just the right way. Ewwww again.
I joked the next time I see him I am so going to ask him to turn around and bend over so I can see this perfect ass of his. (note I left the joke of my sister boyfriend being a perfect ass alone… lol) We laughed, and then ordered a dessert to share. My sweet tooth was" turned on" before I ever gotten out of bed, so I was looking forward to this.
As I started in on the ice cream, I think I was the one who mentioned the front area of the body part we had talked in regards of the boyfriend. *wink wink- hey sisters talk about everything*
“Balls. You know those stress balls you play with, squeeze.” She asked, both hands squeezing those imaginary balls. I look at her, eyes wide open, and let out a big EWWWWWW. I mean- double EWWWWWW!!!
She started to laugh, and pointed to me, telling me a child had looked over the booth's high back from the next booth, and to watch my mouth. That made my mouth drop open. “ME?! Am I the one sitting here talking about her boyfriends balls?” I asked.
I pushed dessert away, unable to stomach anything else. She just kept laughing, wiping her tears away, as she remember my express on the ball comment, eating the ice cream. But do not worry- I will have the last laugh. The next time I see him, I am going to ask him to bend over so I can check out the ass, then I am going to tell him sis told me his balls felt like those little stress balls. Mind if I try them out?
The look on his face will be priceless. *evil grin* Wonder what he will say to me? Yes, folks- my revenge is going to be very, very sweet. Poor guy… he just got caught up in it. Oh well...
* laughter*
If he is going to be around her- he has to learn to be around me. Boyfriends come and go. But sisters? Those you are stuck with. Right, birdie?
And the kicker is- he is a very shy guy. LOL Will that stop me from doing this? Hell no. Hey- sis started it, not me. :)
Comment left on my profile and I just had to answer it:
sure I can return the favor but if you diddnt like my profile or just dont like me you should say so
Blackpegasus69
14:07:02
Feb 10 2007
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Answer I left on his profile:
Everyone who just joins gets a 5 or 6 from me. All you had to do is ask me to rerate when you have worked on your profile and I would of left this 10
SO.. I have no problem with you, or your profile.
* only reason he got a ten was he brought a membership. He is helping the site.. so...*
People- I do not hand out tens to everyone.
And if your profile is one of these:
"Ask me."
"I don't care what you think."
"Get back to this later.."
Then you are going to get a 3 or 4.
And if it just pisses me off- either by attitude or rude remarks like..
"Fuck you."
"Nothing but ass here."
"Screw you."
Then I will just move on and not rate or give you a 2.
Hell- been known to hand out a 1 even.
All you have to do is ask me to rerate. I have done it several times, and like doing it. Shows you are proud of your profile. But a plain, one or two worded profile is not getting you a 10 from me. You get a 5,6 or 7. Few whelps get anything higher from me.
But attitude? Rude remarks?
Hope to never hear from you again.
Update: He re rated me...
thank you for the rating and the comment you have a very nice profile ...
A while ago, I asked for some eye candy on the Rave for us girls. I am still thinking an ad for the Rave on the Chippendale Dancers site would not be a bad business move, Cancer. lol
While none of the sexy males on here have step up to model off the VR boxers, the goddess has heard my call.
I feel I need to point your attention to this one, ladies.
Can we say hello to new member DevilishDeMuth.
*Growls*
He does wear a tattoo well.
LOL
*fans her face*
So you will know were this started, here is the entry I wrote a while ago :
Eye Candy. ;)
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Wanted: Chippendale’s dancers for the Vampire Rave. Just think about it. I do not know about you but it makes me all warm inside. :)
Oh, shit! * runs and goes get RedQueen soapbox. Places it on the floor and stands on it, getting her balance.* Knew I forgot something. Now I am ready. Were was I? Oh yeah…
Chippendales. I just think us women should have some beefcakes to look at. Am I not right ladies? ;)
I have rated the newest members and run across one with a young teen, modeling her underwear. Now- I have no problems with this… well… ok I lied. I do.
Nothing says respect me more then standing in your underwear, posing for picture, on a profile for everyone to see. * shakes her head*
Leave my stories out of this as they are stories people, not the real me. So stay off that topic, and on the one I have brought to you. See- me on the soapbox? All right then, moving on… lol
Chippendales. I just think us women should have some nice pretty things to look at as we rate, right Ladies?
And I have given it some thought.
Cancer puts a banner on the hunks website, maybe offer the VR boxers to lure them here. They would make profiles, adding to VampireRave membership.
More importantly- they will make portfolios. Lots of them. * smiles * Pictures of their nice tone, muscular bodies. Eye candy, oh yeah. * smile grows wider *
On the other hand, if some of the guys on VR would offer to add some steamy pictures to their portfolio. :)
I know of several I would love to see in their skivvies. I could name them, but… * blushing* Come on guys- do it for the better of the Rave. Hell- do it for the ladies!
Here’s hoping Cancer takes my suggestion and gets us more hunks to look at.
Or that our own guys bare it all, in the name of VampireRave membership, of course.
Trust me- I will respect you, even more after seeing you in your boxers. * winks *
* Hops off the box, taking it back to RedQueen.*
Singing the song by Bon Jovi “Wanted Dead or Alive”
Messages this morning... cheers me up when I am sick. :)
21:11 Feb 09 2007 Times Read: 2,027
From:
urieldvxxx
19:55:07
Feb 09 2007
GREATINGS
i don't know what to say but your profile was....well i can't find the words
its the best profile
the style was so different from the other
you have such a gift
i'm not that good in writing and changing the thoughts to words.....but i wish that i can be one of your friend
* blushing * Ahhhh .... *lost for words*
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From:
snakiepoox
08:25:34
Feb 09 2007
thankee kindly for stopping by.. i have a few more pix up in my profile, trying to add a few each day i have it for awhile.. let me know if u want to re rate or whatever.. butr thanks again for stopping by.. *bows to a sire*
D
Ok... I can just see him standing in front of me, head bow down. lol Have to say- I would most likely just hit him on back of the head, and tell him to get over the whole Sire thing. :)
Sire or not- I am just me folks.
And I want to thank the people who worried about me being ill. I am better- just tried, weak.
Thanks for the messages, and concern you showed. :)
I will try to not bite your head off... other then that... we will see.
15:42 Feb 08 2007 Times Read: 2,050
Woke up this morning, and felt like shit. I get to work, reminded I have to answer the phone, deal with customers as my sister does an online class on the new military billing system all day. Shit! Means I have to be nice to people.
Trust me folks- some days it is a stretch for me to be nice. I can usually handle not biting your head off, but to be nice? Stretching it today.
How about just rude? I can do that… *chanting* Do not cuss… do not cuss…do not cuss.
By 9:30am, I have a headache. By 10:00am, I am in the bathroom, trying not to throw up.
Great- I am getting the stomach bug that has worked its way around the office- and I have to be freakng nice?
We are so screwed!
Can I go home now? Hot bath and candles, jazz music in the background… mmmm… heaven.
*rubs forehead and tries to not to hurl her dinner from last night*
Wondering how long until the diarrhea starts. Way my stomach feels- not long.
Reading DarkRider’s journal entry about his attitude on being a “Wandering Sire” has me thinking.
I belong to the Coven of Vampire Dove, since the one I choose to be in (Kat’s old one) was closed as she left the Rave. See- Kat and I were friends, and I tried to stay active in that coven.
Vampire Dove is different. I joined because I hear nice things about Robin, and she offered to take me in before being forced into another. I still like Robin, think she is a lovely lady. However, is it a family for me?
I don't know many people there. One of my best friends is in it, but he and I were friends before I joined. Of the members, I talk to two of them often. (One coming from my old coven, so he I knew before, was friends with him way before we joined.)
See- I just do not know anyone in it. No ones fault but my own as they ask and ask for you to post in the forum.
(By the way- Have I ever mention how much I hate forums? lol)
I know it is me. I was never part of a “group”. I never felt comfortable being labeled, or in a social setting. In fact- I try to stay away from a lot of them in real life.
I never liked being threatened to win favors or post in the forum, as we have been. Thing with blinding me/ locking me out of the coven is I do not see that as a threat, folks.
Since I made Sire- I have not been added to the list of people not being active in the coven. Is that right? No. If I am in the coven, I also need to be held to the same rules, no matter my rank. And for that very reason- I have been thinking of leaving the coven. It is not fair for the others who post and win favors all the time for me to stay there.
Becoming a “Wandering Sire” as DarkRider calls it. Only thing is…I do not want to wonder into another Coven or House. The rank of Sire has given me that power.
I can stand up and say I do not want to be in a group. I do not wish to put the effort into being part of one. I just want to enjoy my time here, and have some fun.
Checking the comments on my profile- seeing if I need to rate anyone back. Funny- only the ones I rate come over. LOL Maybe I should take that as a hint? :)
And I find this one:
thanks for the rate i give u ten back hails sire!
Satana
09:24:08
Feb 07 2007
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*confused look on my face, then a smile*
Ohhh yeah. Sire. Got it.
I forget about that.
Thinking of the Bill and Ted thing, on their knees, we are not worthy. lol
Based on the novels by Tanya Huff, this show revolves around PI Vicki Nelson - formerly a detective with the Metropolitan Toronto Police. She was losing her sight, but quit the force rather than accept a desk job. However, her last case turns out to be a doozy, involving vampires and the supernatural. She decides to team up with a vampire named Henry and ex-lover Mike Celluci to battle the forces of evil both normal and paranormal.
Next episode: Blood Price (1)
One late evening Vicki witnesses a gruesome murder – except because of her bad sight, she’s not really sure what she saw. She itches to get back to what she does best, solving crimes, but her old colleague, police detective Mike Cellucci warns her against getting involved. Meanwhile, Henry Fitzroy, a vampire living in Toronto, also decides to look into the murders lest they be blamed on a vampire – himself for example. Vicki and Henry team up to solve the case and Vicki aquires an assistant, Coreen Fennel.
Coming on March 11th to Lifetime Channel is the series of Tanya Huff books. I am soooo going to watch this. Humor, sex and blood. My favorites and what more could you want?
Sister Elemental posted this in her journal. Damn sis- could you not of correct my spelling errors first. LOL
I know I know- all is far in love and war. *arched eyebrow* But when have I ever played fair? LOL
ME and VW in a conversation...love that rat!
22:48:26 - Feb 06 2007
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ME: Hey coming to London.....wanna fix me dinner? lol
VW :Only if you bring something to cook- I only laid out enough ribs for one. BBQ.. mmmm
Up to you.
ME: hmmm will think on it....not really in the mood for ribs....but maybe some bbq chicken.....
what you got to go with?
VW: baked potatoe was what I had planned. Raw vegs.
If you want something else- you have to bring it.
Will not start cooking till after 600
ME: man I tell you what......you just keep talking like that and I might have to uninvite myself.....lol
VW: LOL.. ahhh birdy.. we can't have that.
I will make the trip to the store and get fixings...
*puts a trail to my kitchen door for you to follow*
You just come on over sis. lol
ME: lol. no dont do that....really....I can get something..lol
VW: Ohhhh Nooooo! I can't have you univite yourself. What kind of host would you be if you did that?
Come on bird... just follow the trail of bird seed....
*Rat stands at the kitchen door with a gun, and a evil grin*
ME: hmmmm birdy looks up and around...thoughtfully......then grins widely...
ok rat.....will take you up on it afterall.....
(thinking I know how to disarm that rat....know what "cheese" to dangle)
VW:^.^ cheese?
Rat likes cheese. lol
*has the last laugh- as I remember what BBQ does to me- farty rat... evil laughter*
Yes- do come over birdy. :) LOL
ME:will do.......lol...... and bring a surprise or two ......gotta hit the road.....see ya!!!
VW:^.^ wags tail bye..
Be safe sis. See you around 6:00
NOW........gotta love a friend who lets you invite yourself over, then she takes extra time to go get food to feed you and then cooks it for you. Yup.....that rat might even get some chocolate too!!!
LOVE you VW (my lovely little rat!)
Birdy flies off into the horizon until dinner time......
You know how you expect something from someone- and when he/she do not do it…how disappointed you are?
That made no sense… let me try to explain. You know this person for a while. You expect something from them. You think the commitment is there…then it happens. That one thing that tells you it is not. Never has been.
So- why are you mad at him/her? Why are you mad at them for being…well…for being what they are? Words were just that- words. You can sugar coat it, you can hint at it, you can even express the desire, but what it all comes down to is if they want the same goal as you. Who was the one who put the goal there? You or him/she? There is the question you have to ask yourself.
So why be mad, upset? Because you believed? You had the dream, the need to hold on.
Because you hoped they would not disappoint you, break what little trust you gave them.
Whose fault is it? Is it not yours?
Know what I think? I think if you do not hope, if you do not believe in a person, if you keep your trust locked up in a small part of your heart… you will not be hurt. Or disappointed.
If you do not expect anything from anyone- you just might be surprised. Guarantee you will not be hurt again.
*Letting the dream go, and reality is firmly moving into its place. Smiles*
Sad news... Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin.
Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the
Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.
The grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers.
He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked
schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by
his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone
else who may be having a crumby day and kneads it.
You know how I lost a cup size on my bra, right? This morning I was putting on a new bra and what do I find? That little rose in the center. The ones that my old training bras were famous for. Hated them then and I hate them now. I pulled out the scissors and cut the strings to that little rose, looking down at my B cup breast.
So how did my day out of lurking go? Let me just say I like the idea of people. I just do not like people.
Some rude remarks. Several bites and comments that were totally out of line.
I also visit with friends I have not talked to in a long time, learned a little more about some people on my friends list, and realized there are some nice people on here.
Will I do it again?
HELL NO! LOL
You need me- you know were I am, my friends. In lurking.. being aloof.
All alone at work, sister off sick, no moving jobs so the guys are not here. Warehouse is closed as its freaking cold. Dad is even staying at home in his nice warm house with my mom.
I have decided to come out of lurking on VR today- all day.
Why? Lurking is a double edged sword for me. I dislike it because it makes a person....aloof.
Been trying to spend a little more time out of lurking- mostly early in the morning.
Hope it goes well, being out in the open all day.
Have I told you how shy I am? lol... I know you think I am kidding, but.....
I have no idea why I am on this many favorite journal lists. Really- have not a clue. It is full of grammar errors, and a mockery of literature.
*evil grin, speaking in my best Dr. Evil voice*
I added my journal to my favorites, taking the address and putting the “Link to my journal” in all my messages to friends, asking them to read something in my journal. That way – one little click and I am on their favorites. After my friends, I will send it to the whelps. They are new… I will add my SIRE in big type, scaring them into doing my will. I will be on the top of the favorite journal list, even above Cancer himself.
*evil laughter, pinky to my mouth*
But you know my evil plan now. I must keep you from telling the others.
*pulls laptop to me and my fingers type furiously as I speak*
I will hack into the Rave system, into your internet provider, tracking were you are sitting at right now by the use of that system, entering it into the hacked Department of Defense system. The satellite is moving into position and the laser beam is charging to destroy you.
*pinky back to my mouth*
Goodbye.
ROFL… If you knew me, ever talked to me, you would know just HOW funny this is. I know nothing about computers, of how to cheat using them.
Just did not take a genius to figure it out, asshole. Might be dumb, but I am not stupid.
Someone told me a person on the Rave has his journal set up so when you click over to view it- it is added onto your favorites automatically. How did she know this?
He sent her a message to go read it. She did, and it added. Isn’t that nice?
Now- while I do not give a rat’s ass about how many journals list I am on (stun in fact) - there are those that do.
I find it cheating.
Will people view this as sour grapes as he apparently passed me up?
See the rat’s ass comment above.
*Reaches up to move the cheating rat's tail out of my face*
So why does my delivery have to be at a little mall, with a donut shop right at the front doors? I have sat here for 30 minutes and watched people go in and out, little bags or boxes in hand.
I have another 30 minutes to go. (Damn time zone changes)
I can see the donuts and pastries from my car. They call to me…I swear they do. But no- I will fight, I will… I will… I will.
Fresh made. Icing sweet and soft, makes my mouth water just thinking of it. The donut all soft and warm from the oven. Not hard and dried out. Walk into the shop and be hit with the scent of sweetness. I have not had a donut in months.
Angel on my shoulder telling me to think of the workouts I do. The devil says DONUT!
Angel tells me to think of the smaller size jeans I want to get into. Devil- DONUT!
Angel tells me to think of all the salads and grill chicken I have ate in the last year, that I have a apple in my purse if I want something sweet.
Devil- * arches eyebrow and screams* D O N U T!! HELLO!
Flick the angel off my shoulder. I am with the horny one on this one.
Screw it- that Long John has my name all over it. However, I will have only one. I will…I will…I will.
Had dinner and ritual time with my coven sisters tonight. Fun as always, and love spending time with them. Connie even got a new nickname- the Cat! Goes well with the rat, and the bird, don't you think? lol
Had a lovely meal and drink.
Ribeye steak- medium rare, and a baked potato.
What can I say- been craving a good piece of meat. ;)
Now I just need a candy bar. LOL
Got to go to work, its courier time for me. Night all.
You are Elizabeth Bathory. (The bloodcountess) Legend tells us that you, this very rich, beautiful and high born woman tortured and murdered some 650 young women and bathed in their warm blood to keep yourself beautiful.In some stories, it is said you have drank thier blood as well. You were a sexual sadist on a grand scale.Ah vanity is your downfall. For shame!Take this 
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