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Years ago I got a call from a preacher about making a estimate for a move for him. After talking on the phone I requested to see the home items myself, making a appointment. Most churches have a tight budget and I did not want to put them in a spot. It was only 60 miles away, not a big trip for me. He finally agreed to meet with me. I was at his door at 8:30 am, as per his request on that date. Thing is- he comes out of the home and tells me his family is sick. He could not let me in. We stood outside as I made him go room by room to try and make a honest estimate.
Turns out I got the job, and the crew and I went to do the job. Now- when you walk in it’s a mess- dry food on the floor, old bowls of food on the nightstands and end table. This is not a weeks worth of dirt- I mean the people lived like pigs. And the roaches? Big as my thumb. Now I see why he did not want me in the house. I mean- we had to kick the dirty clothing off the basement steps to get down there. If I had step into the home I would never of taken the job. He knew that.
After a talk with my guys, and the church people telling me they had to have him out of the home that day, we started to move them. Got the job done, and pulled the truck out of service for a few weeks to use bug bombs in, and air it out from the sink. Not our first dirty job, we have hauled burnt, dirty, wet, damaged items before. I sent the bill to the church he was moving to as they was to pay the bill. After a few months I called to see why the bill had not be paid, it was not above the estimate. That is when I learned of the shit fit they was having.
My guys put the bunk bed up wrong. Now- it was the kind with the bigger bed on the bottom, smaller on top. Kind of hard to put it up wrong. He had some damaged items, and I asked what? Furniture was scratched. Please- I had to have a two dozen or more of my pads washed because of the dirt. Items broken in his packed cartons are just to bad, as he knew my insurance would not cover them. Hell- they only started packing when we got there, throwing stuff in cartons. What did you expect?
This was a deacon of the church, and I listen to his comments then had my say. One- I should of never moved the man as his house was nothing but a bug infested home a pig would not live in. That whole cleanness thing the bible talks of… not working with this guy. He did not believe me. I told him to call the church he came from. Or has he visit the preacher yet, in his home? Silence told me he had not. Would love to see his face when he does.
I addressed his other issues and then he told me “In no uncertain terms- we will not pay this bill.” I looked over at my mother who was at her desk and I knew to do as she would. “That is fine then sir. Let me tell you in no uncertain terms you WILL be paying this bill. I will give you two weeks to have my money to me, or let me tell you how this will turn out. I will come to your church on that Sunday and I will sit in the back row, at the end. When the money plate is passed around, I will take out all the cash. I will stand up, tell the whole church membership how much that is, and then tell them how much they still owe me. As the church was to pay the bill- the church members can dig into their pockets for more.”
He told me I was bluffing.
I told him I was not.
He called me eleven days later to make sure I had the check.
Morning spent working on a estimate I did a visual survey on Friday. Some reason or another- I don’t like him. Why? One- he is too freaking nice. I mean- telling me I smell good? I got four compliments before we ever left the church office. Sorry- but that is just bullshitting.
*sigh* He had a strike against him as the most pain in the asses, un honest people I move is preachers, lawyer and doctors. The whole God complex just rubs my nerves the wrong way. Sorry if that offends anyone. Anyway…back to the preacher.
He ask me if I was a true XXXX (last name) I tell him yes. He tells me he knows my dad, or am I a grandchild of his. *Ding* another reason to not like the guy because if he knew my dad he would know he did not have kids till he was in his mid 40’s. And hello- I do not have that fresh out of the oven look about me. *pats gray hair* Control...Confirm bull shitter… confirmed.
We chat as he takes me thru the house, and I listen. Best thing to do when you field someone out- just listen. He is just the type to let the whole truth out if you give him time. Example- he made a point to tell me the local mover is NOT moving him again. “Oh?” and a look of innocent eyes gave me all the information I needed.
His side- the damaged everything. They put his furniture out on the porch for the rain to ruin. They did not start unloading till 5:00pm, and they talked rude to his wife. What I found out by listening to him-
The mover did not bring enough men or truck for the job. This is the movers fault- but then if you go by a phone survey… on this kind of job… I mean- it’s a preacher. You know he will have tons of stuff. The location alone told me it would be a hell of a location to move to, so the mover, who’s town this is, should of known that.
But then…
Damaged done when the items places/ stacked on the porch. Why? Because the house was not clean, and the wife would not let them put the items inside till she cleaned the floor, mopped. Now come on, its moving day. I know the house was to be ready- but who believes that crap? You go and check, right? So the mover did all he could as he was paying labor to sit there- he unloaded as the wife took three hours to clean. Rude to her? Gosh.. I wonder why?
Then when he tried to claim, and trust me- he did not have any good furniture, over $4,000.00 worth of damaged- the mover told him no. Reason he would never allow the man to touch his furniture again. Ok then. Quick thinking of my head- claim he tried to file was the cost or close to the moving cost. Both sides made mistakes- or at least what I see of it. And that is what I have to go by, to build my impression on.
So I left him with his words of “I am not calling any other mover- you are the ones I want to move me.” ringing in my ears. Always brings up a red flag for me. Don’t get me wrong- it’s a nice paying job. But its also one hell of a job. Narrow one way street that you have to park on, blocking a lane a street over from Main St. Four bedrooms, two living rooms, two dinning rooms, and all those books they have. Three story home, with tons of junk in the basement to dig out. Even more steps down to the truck. Two days to load as it will take time, and in the middle of Summer. One to one and a half for delivery. And I asked- only one level at the new home.
If I am going to do this, and put up with him and his wife… with the little voice in me telling me to watch out- trouble is brewing… its going to cost them. So I aimed the estimate high, knowing the weight tickets will tell the truth at the end, and the bill will go from it. Best to over estimate then to underestimate with these folks. Then when you come under the budget they have for it- they are very happy.
*sigh* I can be as nice and sweet as apple pie. I just have to cover all my bases and be ready to control the move, aka- the guys and the customers. He wants a good move- I will give him one. For the right amount of money.
Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call.
The house was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the baby.
Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked.
Heidi pushed and pushed and after a little while, Connor was born.
The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his
bottom. Connor began to cry.
The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the
wide-eyed 3-yr old what she thought about what she had just witnessed .
Kathleen quickly res ponded, "He shouldn't have crawled in there in
rofl...you made me spill my wake up coffee...no more, I will just read your journal to wake up lol
03:31 Mar 29 2008 Times Read: 1,502
Ok- Portfolio is back up. Still need to get Nita's computer for my sunrise shots I took on the beach. And I want the one of her on the boat- sun in your face to add. I should never cleaned off my camera memory card. Lesson learned.
I wonder- do we have to rate them again? Hmm
So... its not up to what it was, but still. I even put some pictures of me on it. For now.. you know how I am. They will not be up long.
Maybe,,,,,,,Maybe I will let you borrow them....I hear dinner in there....right? :)
PRIVATE ENTRY
22:36 Mar 28 2008 Times Read: 1,517
• • • • PRIVATE JOURNAL ENTRY • • • •
Thanks goes out to Cancer.
22:33 Mar 28 2008 Times Read: 1,518
Have to talk about our prince Cancer so get ready to make fun of me for brown nosing. :P It starts yesterday when my new notebook kept shutting off on me, giving me the blue screen with the memory dump. Remember this is the new notebook sent to me for a replacement of the one I had so much trouble with before. November- I have not had a reliable laptop since I purchase the Dell.
So yesterday I spend three hours on the phone with Dell- telling them I wanted another one- or I send this one back for a full refund. I was sent to the tech support. After telling them I did not want to work on the system, they assured me that a system restart from the factor setting would solve my problems. I would lose everything- but I would have no more problems. Now- you know what happen, right?
I pushed buttons, I sat and waited as it ran test. Reliability test screen… some or another showed the man 24 OS failures within a time frame of a month and some. “What is an OS?” “Over all systems” “OK- doesn’t that show there is something wrong with the factor system?” “Ohhh no… something I put on it… blah blah double bullshit blah.” “Ok- I added ProZoom2 to this computer since I have had problems with it from the start, as my call history shows. Are you telling me the one program I added did this?” “No... blah blah computer speaking blah.” “So I can add any program I want to this machine?” “Yes… if it is compatible.” If I put the same program back on it… isn’t that going to happen again?
Do you see the issue here?
So we started this hard drive test. I said I had run this program before with someone from Dell. “No. This is a different… take ten minutes.” “No. I have- and it took well over an hour” “We need to run…” “FINE. Let’s run your stupid ass test.” Yes- I cuss when I am mad. Thirty minutes later- it’s at 23%. He aborted the test. “I say we do one more test- how about the number of hits against my desk it takes before I break this freaking thing?” I have had enough- 6 months and a thousand dollars later and I don’t have a computer I can use.
We reset the computer to the factory settings and I lost the few docs and the program, but know I can go online and download it again after I go thru finding the payment info for the code to download updates. It’s running fine. We hang up, and I start to search my saved email and the SOB went blue screen again.
I called Dell back and let’s just say it was not pretty. I told them I was returning the piece of shit, and its over. The lady said she would have a supervisor call me from the tech department.
Just as I walk into my home this afternoon from a long day that started at 5:30 am I get a call from Dell. I am getting yet another new Dell within ten days, tells me to send that one back when I get it. All I wanted is a working new notepad. Is that so hard to get? I paid for it, I want it. Why can’t they just admit they are making pieces of shit and correct it? Why does a customer have to fit for every thing? Why can’t they accept the responsibility?
So I come online to my home away from home- VR. I read the system wide message from Cancer telling us of the … ok- its computer stuff, so… but he also tells us he is sorry about the failure. He is giving us more time on our paid accounts. He is working to see that it will not happen again.
I know Cancer and VR are not Dell- and I thank god for that. Doesn’t matter how big or small- it is how he treats his site, business that impresses the hell out of me. He treats his customer/ members with care and respect when it comes to site problems. He understands and he addresses the issue. He is a professional businessman. People are going to bitch and moan- but I will say good job.
It’s an internet site folks and even the huge sites have problems, those that have hired people who do nothing but sit and keep the system running. Cancer, as far as I know, does it on his own with no help. Give the man credit for what he does.
Cancer I thank you for all your hard work and this is still the best site on the web.
got 1 toshiba, 1 IBM, 1 labtop Dell and 1 tour Dell....spend lots of time on the phones..hours (yep like you) for blue screen errors...so indeed when it comes to business, Cancer is the best and I would not bitch or whine,I would thank him....this site is so far (been here 3 years total, changed account 3 times du to ex's jealousy of coven memberships lol) So Cancer IS a responsible, serious, honorable honest, true Businessman..(no I don't need a kleenex, I don't kiss ass, I say what I beleive, wihout fear) *hugs*
10:32 Mar 28 2008 Times Read: 1,542
Ahh VR is back!
*hugs tight*
:)
Hey- wait a second... I lost parts of my journal. And some posting I did in the House. and my port is gone....
Rating as I make calls... almost bust out laughing at this one:
17:56 Mar 25 2008 Times Read: 1,563
Profile:
hi my name is jalissa
and I love ever thinke will not ever think
but most thinks
Funny Videos
O.O
Then this one:
Alright c i have a lil issue with werewolfs umm ive been attacked by 2 and its not pleasent not fun in my opinion vampires and werewolfs are enimies and that will never ever change if your a good werewolf sorry very sorry for drawing a line between us but im just 2 hurt by your type to trust you and im agin very sorry
hey im christabelan im a little confused on what i am right now i hunt animals and do drink there blood no joke but im stuck between still being a human and its really annoying if there are any ppl who could help some id appriciate it exspecially if you are a mentor that would help alot for me my freinds say im a vampire but i now that im stuck between being a human or a vampire ugh and im a orphan i have been adopted though they accept me i love them if you have questions or help msg me on here or XXX
love, christabelan
Ooookkkk then. Funny- I am not confused at all of what you are.
I told you not to write your phone number on the wall of the jail cell! See---see!
15:11 Mar 25 2008 Times Read: 1,584
You know- if I meet a lot of people on this site in person...I swear I would just enjoy the slap down I would give them.Dumb fuck.... respect my ass... you just got pissy because no one kissed your ass because you are in the service.
Guess what? Other people in the service would not respect you either with the bull shit you pull and act like.
Here is what I think- IF you are in the service- show some respect and act like it. You do not attack people because they are not speaking to you, showing you the respect you THINK you should have. Respect earned- not demanded. Any branch of the military tells you that. USMC would not stand for the way you act.. and IF you are one, you know that.
Vamp Box is not the place for that shit- take it to your journal or profile.
And by the way- you have no idea who I am or how I help support the military people of this country. I see them as most people don't- I see the child crying as she talks of her father who is leaving for the next year and a half, I see the wear and tear on the family as they pick up and move again.... and I see the impact on the ones left behind as they come face to face with the death, knowing they will never see the son, daughter, mother, father, sister or brother again.
Do not say I don't respect the military serviceman. I have work around and for them since I was born- you little shit.
Thanks goes to the Otter, Ferret and Tammy for trying to keep me calm and away from this guy. I should of known not to stir the pot. *sigh*
Stay away from the other children on the playground,,,, stay away from them. As in real life- I just need to stay away from stupid people who get me angry. So... that is about 9.99% of the site....
Ok- the sexual side. But... its the power that makes it sexy.. or is it the evil side? Damn it! I hate polls like these.
LOL
Ok- sexy because of the power. Power because of the evil. Unless its a good vampire. Would I find a good vampire sexy? *rat throws up her hands* Grrrr.... Evil. *points clicks*
As with my real life family- I can call my sisters bitch, talk of how much of a ass they are. I even been known to tell them to there faces...... but you ever say something about them to me... I will slap you into next week. That is my family, and I am the only one who can say anything about them.
That is how I see the Zoo and my friends here. I see issues we all have, even my very own. But you ever try to come out and hurt them and I will quickly come out to defend them if needed. These men and women are very strong people, and I think you just don't like them.
Big freaking deal. Just keep it to yourself and we will get along just fine. You start with the smart ass remarks I will shut you down. I pick who my friends are- and maybe you need to do that as well.
Friends don't let others talk shit about them. Or at least I don't.
For times when those people.. truly do NOT get it.
hehe
Taken from Images.
12:59 Mar 25 2008 Times Read: 1,594
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Two things- I keep missing the private chats I am invite to. :( Dang it. I mean - they are from people I would love to chat with, but I always find the invite after they are closed. Double :( Just don't give up on me- I swear one of these days I will show up in time. *sad eyes*
And to Blazewolf (Tim) the excuss of " im sorry i didnt know it was you" is bull poo. I never understood the need to change your name here. If you get caught in a lie, or you get people mad at you for something you did- own up to it! Having some balls and stand up for what you did. Or say you are sorry, you made a mistake and learn from it. Don't just change your name and start the same bull poo again.
People who change it just so they can get a better rate... that is just stupid. And I am not going to talk of the rating system on this site.
But either way---
I have always been Vampirewitch39 on VR.
I will always be Vampirewitch39 on VR.
I would not want to be anyone else on VR.
Even my other accounts- I am the same person.
Ok- took a sleeping pill so I am rating till it kicks in.
So I stayed close to Connie this week, and would check on her sister often, especially at the funeral home. So I guess that is where it started. Nah- it started before hand. I just don’t get why women can’t be friends without it being talked about.
I hang out with Connie and Nita. I hug them even, when I think they need a hug. I am not gay, nor think of them in ANY way but as sisters. I don’t want to put up with a male- been married, divorced, and it takes a hell of a man to even catch my eye in that way. Don’t see me ever getting married again.
So at the graveyard, as I stand beside Connie as she said good bye to her mom’s family and her Uncle said “Come visit us. Bring your friend even, we accept you both.” My eyes open wide, looking over at Nita as she was standing beside us.
It took everything in me to not bust out in laughter. I could just see the glare if I had, and I know it was not the place or the time, but hell… I also know it would have been a bad time to tell the Uncle how Connie and I had sat on the first roll of the family members, and checked out the butts of the cops who walked up to the coffin. Even joked how Mom would have been doing it herself. LOL Hey- it made Connie smile, so screw you if you think I was wrong to bring up the cute asses.
But the Uncle’s comment…Yes… not the place or time. I just looked over at the coffin and smiled. Mom would have loved it if I had. She always loved when you did things that made people pause, step back. She was a hand full herself.
I've had that asked to me at weddings... the bride's father... stopped everyone. Luckily he was drunk enough that when I responded with "no penis no point" that he was amused... *hugs*
Lmao, let them all wonder. It is kind of funny when you think about it though. People are going to think what they like about others, no matter how many times you try to convince them different.
As for right time and place...hell I think laughter is great a graveyards. I went to a Funeral for a dear friend of my parents. My Father would go hunting with her husband and she would cook up a storm for them. Always worried if you didn't eat enough. On the way to the gravesite, the guys driving the hearse, had an overwhelming urge to stop for lunch. No there was no procession but they were late getting the body to the graveside. When they sheepishly told us that they had gone through a drive thru, on the way to the graveyard. I couldn't have laughed harder.
I figure, Mrs Crumb (yes that was her name) wanted to let us all know that she was ok.
I'm still pissed that I missed it completely when he said it and my brother was the one who joked about it when we got back home, what I get for being busy crying. If he ever asks I'll set him straight but it don't bother me since the invite was because he saw just how important you were in my life. I find it wonderful since he's over 70 years old and so accepting of something I know his faith (which he is very strong in) teaches is wrong. Old time southern baptist don't accept much change or teach acceptance so I'm actually very proud of him.
New profile is up
05:08 Mar 23 2008 Times Read: 1,660
Spent the night doing a new profile. I was going to rate but was not in the mood to deal with the whinney butts. That and the mood I am in everyone would of gotten a one.
Grumpy most of the day- but spent time with my Mom, Connie came over for lunch (Meaning she brought it...lol) and me and Nita had a nice long talk on the phone. Never did get my nap I wanted all day. I started working on the profile and could not stop. Four hours later its done and my picture edit enough that I can live with it.
The new profile is a little strange, but .....its me, giving into/facing that side of me.
Now I am going to take something for the pounding in my head and sleep for ten hours.... I hope. Got company coming over Sunday afternoon, but only for a few hours as I have to be up early for work Mon and Tuesday.
Hope to wake up in the mood to cook dinner or at least a dessert for us. Night.
From:Blazewolf (AKA- .. hell been four or five accounts now)
01:33:51
Mar 23 2008
wow whats with the 3
From:
Missydarkfantasy
02:10:50
Mar 23 2008
Hey girl, I really don't mean to take up space in your life lol but after reading your profile I think you will under stand where I am coming from (by the way I am also Gwendolyn)
You rated one of my friends/covenmates a 3 and yes I know it isn't real, but it bothered him enough to come to me with it as his friend and acm in coven.
Truly he is a sweetie and it bothered him his pro wasn't that bad lol
Sorry to bother you with it, but as you mentioned in your pro I am also very protective of my friends.
Thanks for listening to me and have a nice day and no I do not do childish things like down rating back lol
I went and re rated him and left this comment:
With you having been on VR a few times under other accounts- you know to ask me to re rate. I gave a three when you had nothing on your profile- when you first started. Only reason you get a ten now is because you are a paid member. Work on the way you ask for a re rate- we have been thru this before Tim.
And sent this back to his girlfriend, the ACM:
On 15:43:40 Mar 22 2008 (-6 GMT) Vampirewitch39 wrote:
Well for one thing- he never asked for a rerate. I rate the whelps every day so he had nothing on his profile, or something stupid when I did rate him. As Tim knows- as he has been on this site under many profiles- all he needed to do was ask for a rerate. The "poor me" shit doesn't work for me.
Two- His message of "What is with the three?" Came just over thirty mintues before yours. Now- I would hate to think I need to point out that members are not online 24/7 here. I myself have been dealing with a death in the family- and if your or his feelings was hurt that I did not answer his rude comment licky split- then that is your problem.
As you are his newest online girlfriend- you might want to check the use of your ACM to get him rates when a simple request as he had updated would of worked.
Now- hope to not hear of this again. Like you said- space in my life is limited to those who act as adults.
On 15:50:46 Mar 22 2008 (-6 GMT) Missydarkfantasy wrote:
Oh hell I really wasn't trying to come off like I obviously did! I am so damn sorry! The on line gf is a joke on our CM.
I am 49 years old and am really way to old to be playing Rave drama games. I sincerely apologize for any offense and did not realize that he had been sarcastic and played me.
Yes he played me and it won't happen again. So once more my absolute sincere apologies.
You can ask queenmorbid I don't do games She knows me and has known me as gwendolyn for a long time.
Sorry
I sent back, as she knows my Wolfy, and shows herself as a adult...
Message To: Missydarkfantasy
I understand- just watch yourself with people on this site as you know they are not what they seem. :)
Sorry- I might of came off a little strong as I myself am very tried and on edge.
No hard feelings, and we will just chalk it up as lesson learned about each other. lol
Come online to rate, rest my mind a little and what do I find? Two messages- one from a member that I rated a while ago a three (Whelp rating I am sure) asking me what the hell and then one from his Ast. Coven Master asking me why- and not that she would down rate me, but......
Really VR is getting out of control on this whole rating shit. If I was in a pissy mood I would go give him a one, and everyone in the freaking coven a one. But I am too tried to deal with this childish shit. People- more in life then a damn number on a web site, trust me.
I swear if rating did not calm my mind down as I did it, I would never rate another profile- Sirehood be "F"ing damned.
Really- getting out of hand. Whiney to your coven..... what? made a thread about it? Am I on a hit list? *sigh*
Grow the fuck up. And I will go over and see what I think of the profile now, then rate you again. The ACM? Not worth my time.
Its after 500 Friday. The funeral is over, and Connie and her sister is at their homes, with family.
Connie did good, and her sister- who almost fainted at her dad's funeral had a few bad moments.
I left her ready to take a nap if she could, but with her brother, they all was ready for a nap. Nita is here in the guest room asleep, And me? I am laying in bed reading the news, I have yet to cry- to face mom is gone, but its coming.... when I am alone and not needed to be doing something... it will hit. I had to stay cold these past few days, turn my feelings off, the only way I could help Connie and her sister.
Sure I added another "cold hearted" mark against me as I never cried all this time. But I has sisters who needed me, who had to have some help. Nothing new being called cold hearted. Hell took me years to get that name,
But I will remember the times, the past, and I will cry, I will break. Soon.
You're far from being cold hearted. People have their own ways of grieving, those who don't understand that need a little smack upside the head.
Be patient with yourself, don't force anything, emotionally pamper yourself for a few days, remember to relax and feel however you want to feel, your inner self knows exactly what you need, so stick with that.
Know also that you have people here who love and admire you, if you need someone to talk to, we're always here for you.
*rat jumps on the otter and gives a sigh* You are the best friend. I have just been shut off since Tuesday morning... it will take me a while to open back up.. and feel the pain I know is there.
You dont need to call yourself that...cause you are a wonderful person...you did what you needed to do to help connie...and I know shes very greatful for that.....
What they said...You are far from "cold hearted" a cold hearted persone would not be there for their friends, would be callous to other's feelings...You put other's needs before your own. That's pretty damnd warm hearted to me.
*hugs the Rat* A cold hearted person wouldn't have been at the hospital and then taken Connie home. A cold hearted person wouldn't have closed up the recliner of her mom's chair, when Connie didn't have the strength to do it herself. A cold hearted person would have continued on with her life and not bothered to be there, standing there next to her "sisters of her heart."
You have a good cry, I'm sure that Connie's Mom would have commended you for all that you did for Connie and her family. I'm sure your mother would approve too. I love you Rat.....I'm here for you, same as you were there for them.
18:33 Mar 20 2008 Times Read: 1,776
Been asked a few times, so I am putting this here. I don't like talking about Connie or her family but I will tell you she is doing ...well. It's a hard time for her and her family, as anyone who lost a parent can understand.
She is holding up well and we all are seeing that she is eating, and her suger is doing alright. But tonight is the viewing, and Friday is the funeral. I will be at both, and Nita will be there when she is able to tonight after she gets off work, and Friday.
All I can say is keep her in your thoughts the next few days, and she is being taken care of by those who love her, as is all her family.
Sorry didn't seen this until after I spoke in the box to you. Love you see and make sure NG knows she is in our thoughts and so are you.
17:11 Mar 20 2008 Times Read: 1,787
Reading some journals and it seems VR has had a reset. Ok...
People are talking of having lost pages and time, people lost numbers on their favorites and stuff. Ok...
I took a look- still a Sire. Pages count.... *shrugs* I don't know. Time spent....*shrugs* looks the same. On Friends List.... hmmm think I lost two or three...but I am sure they are no big lost as they never talked to me.
Nothing else I notice..is there anything else?
Ok- all in all guess this is not a big issue for me
Yeap- if they can't bitch... they would have nothing to do. Sort of like those people who bitch about how you do some thing, but never offer to do it themselfs.
Hate those too.
PRIVATE ENTRY
16:21 Mar 20 2008 Times Read: 1,792
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15:49 Mar 20 2008 Times Read: 1,801
Blackwingedwolf was it's name... the mosquito that buzz around the Rat's head.... leaving a #2 on her profile, with no comment. Even as a paid member he still has only the "If you want to know ask the Wolf" sentence that Rat rated before. He did add some pictures tho....
Rat flattens the mosquito with a hard slap, leaving her #2 in place as she goes about her day.
Bugs- I am so not in mood for bugs. And if you are so keen on rating what your worthless shitty profile is worth- might go back and give you a one.
Yes- that makes me judgemental. Show of hands who did not know that already.
I was at the checkout of a K-Mart. The clerk rang up $46.64 charge. I gave her a fifty dollar bill. She gave me back $46 .64. I gave the money back to her and told her that she had made a mistake in MY favor. She became indignant and informed me she was Educated and knew what she was doing, and returned the money again. I gave her the Money back ..
same scenario! I departed the store with the $46.64.
They Walk Among Us and Many Work Retail
I walked into a Starbucks with a buy-one-get-one-free coupon for a Grande Latte. I handed it to the girl and she looked over at a little chalkboard that said "buy one- g et one free." "They're already buy-one-get-one-free," she said, "so I guess they're both free"
She Handed me my free Lattes and I walked out the door.
They Walk Among Us!
One day I was walking down the beach with some Friends when one of them shouted, "Look at that dead bird!" Someone looked Up at the
sky and sa id, "Where"?
They Walk Among Us!
While looking at a house, my brother asked the real Estate agent which direction was north because, he explained, he didn't want the sun waking him up every morning. She asked, "Does the sun rise in the north?" When my brother explained that the sun rises in the East, and has for sometime, she shook her head and said, "Oh I don't keep up with all that stuff."
They Walk Among Us!!
I used to work in technical support for a 24/7 call center. Oneday I got a call from an individual who asked what hours the call
c enter was open. I told him, "The number you d ialed is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week." He responded, "Is that Eastern or Pacific time?" Wanting to end the call quickly, I said, "Uh, Pacific."
They Walk Among Us!
My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car designed to cut through a seat belt if she gets trapped. She keeps it in the trunk.
They Walk Among Us!
My friends and I were on a beer run and noticed that the cases were discounted 10%. Since it was a big party, we bought 2 cases. The
cashier multipli ed 2 times 10% and gave us a 20% discount .
They Walk Among Us!
I couldn't find my luggage at the airport baggage area, so I went to the lost luggage office and told the woman there that my bags
never showed up. She smiled and told me not to worry because she was a trained professional and I was in good hands. "Now,"
she asked me, has your plane arrived yet?"
They Walk Among Us!
While working at a pizza parlor I observed a man Ordering a small pizza to go. He appeared to be alone and the cook asked Him if he
would like it cut into 4 pieces or 6. He thought about it for some time before responding. "Just cut it into 4 pieces; I don't think I'm hungry
Please send your thoughts and prayers to Nightgame as her mother past away early this morning.
I really just don't know what to say... I have always called, and thought of her as my second mom since I was 13? 14? years old. She sure treated me like her daughter. *smiles*
I just can't believe Red is gone.... I talked to her Sunday, but for just a few mintues.
Heaven has its hands full today- I can tell ya. Now that Red has come home, and back to her normal self.
Well you are the sweetest thing in the world to have those sentiments. You are going to go through the loss as hard as Cat will it seems. Know that you are also in my prayers...I love you for the person you are dear.
Email from sister.. and I will be buying from BP when I can.
22:42 Mar 14 2008 Times Read: 1,915
WHERE TO BUY AMERICAN GASOLINE
Date:
Sent: Tuesday, March 11, 2008 9:51 AM
Subject: Fw: WHERE TO BUY AMERICAN GASOLINE
WHERE TO BUY AMERICAN GASOLINE. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO KNOW.
Gas rationing in the 70's worked even though we grumbled about it. It might even have been good for us! Are you aware that the Saudis are boycotting American products?
Shouldn't we return the favor? Can't we take control of our own destiny and let these giant oil importers know who REA LLY generates their profits, their livings? How about leaving American Dollars in America and reduce the import/export deficit?
An appealing remedy might be to boycott their GAS. Every time you fill up your car you can avoid putting more money into the coffers of Saudi Arabia. Just purchase gas from companies that don't import their oil from the Saudis.
Nothing is more frustrating than the feeling that every time I fill up my tank, I'm sending my money to people who I get the impression want me, my family and my friends dead. Don't you think it might be of interest to know which oil companies import Middle Eastern oil and which do not?
And CITGO oil is imported from Venezuela by Dictator Hugo Chavez who hates America and openly avows our economic destruction! (We pay Chavez’s regime nearly $10 Billion per year in oil revenues!)
The U.S. currently imports 5,517,000 barrels of crude oil per day from OPEC. If you do the math at $95 per barrel, that's over $524 million PER DAY ($191 BILLION per year!) handed over to OPEC, many of whose members are our confirmed enemies!
Here are some large companies that do not import Middle Eastern oil:
Sunoco...................... 0 barrels
Conoco..... 0 barrels
Sinclair... 0 barrels
BP / Phillips................ 0 barrels
Hess. ........................ 0 barrels
ARC0.... 0 barrels
Maverick...................... 0 barrels
Flying J. ............. 0 barrels
Valero........................ 0 barrels
All of this information is available from the U.S. Department of Energy and each company is required to state where they get their oil and how much they are importing.
I can pay the rental company back the cash it floated me when my income was not coming in, aka the bills not going out. Sis is almost caught up with them, with just a few last tweaking to do for the military online billing.
I am happy that I can pay the rental back... even if I was the only one who knew it loaned me this large of a amount. I mean- I knew I had it....just needed the time for it to get to me. :)
Kind of sad to see the chunk of money for my work last year leave me.... sad in a way. I mean... it's a lot of hard work to earn this amount. And it's not like I blew the loan money away- had bills that had to be paid. But still.... :(
But the part of me who has the intrest in the rental company is sooo happy to see me pay myself back. Sisters would to if they minded what I was doing with the accounts. So trusting.... even if I tell them, they don't listen, or ask me ever again if I replaced the money.
Might even get some CD's out of it. A dollar saved is a dollar earned- and I don't want to have to work all my life, or them either. To sit on a beach, drink in hand...nothing to do all day... *sigh*
So I am both sad and happy to see this check? But then- when I was broke with a pile of bills on the desk I was happy to see the loan, and sad to see it go out of the account.
And think of other good things you did with your blessing of good fortune. I am amazed by you. You are one of the strong women in this world who reminds me that we can accomplish things we never dreamed of by believing in what we do today.
Email from sis. :)
14:28 Mar 14 2008 Times Read: 1,946
The Three Little Pigs
Three Little Pigs went out to dinner one night. The waiter came and took their drink order.
"I would like a Sprite," said the first little piggy.
"I would like a Coke," said the second little piggy.
"I want beer, lots and lots of beer," said the third little piggy.
The drinks were brought out and the waiter took their orders for dinner.
"I want a nice big steak," said the first piggy.
"I would like the salad plate," said the second piggy.
"I want beer, lots and lots of beer," said the third little piggy.
The meals were brought out and a while later the waiter approached the table and asked if the piggies would like any dessert.
"I want a banana split," said the first piggy.
"I want a cheesecake," said the second piggy.
"I want beer, lots and lots of beer," exclaimed the third little piggy.
"Pardon me for asking," said the waiter to the third little piggy," But why have you only ordered beer all evening?"
The third piggy says -
"Well, somebody has to go 'Wee, wee, wee, all the way home!
you is da bestest rat in the WHOLE wide world...thank you VERY much- it's BOOTIFUL
I should write a book...
20:16 Mar 13 2008 Times Read: 1,987
Now my day... Couple weeks ago the two military inspectors came to into my office. I had that second of “Oh shit… now what? Did I sweep the building out lately? God’s I hope they don’t ask for paperwork as I am so far behind.” when they walked in, but they was just here to visit. O.O Alright…
We sat, chatted for about a hour about this and that, when one of them cell phone rung. He took it, going outside. I sat and talked to the inspector who is the newer one, and he tells me they really stop by so he could say goodbye. After less then 6 months, he was leaving the job. I was stun, as he was a nice inspector and the only reason I could see to leave the cushy job was someone was mean to him. I told him I was sorry to see him go, as I just broke him in. We laughed, then he told me why. He is going overseas to work, at double the pay. Well- can’t fault the man on that. I wished him luck, and told him he would be missed. And that is true- he really is a nice guy.
The other inspector comes back in, and he is upset. He comes to me and puts these pictures on my desk- printed off some kind of printer. “Answer me this- would you of packed this house?” I picked up the papers and looked. Dirty brown diapers on the couch, tables, floor. Food stains on the walls- or at hope it was food. Food laying on the floor along with toys, clothing, trash.
Two bedrooms with the closet door open- the closets spilling out with just clothing that was thrown in. Dirty diapers, food stains, trash all over the floor. Mattress with no sheets, just blankets laying on the ends. Food contains all over the place and I did not even want to see the bathroom, or the kitchen.
“Did it smell?” I asked and he said no. I don’t know how it didn’t. “Mice?” “In the kitchen cabinets are droppings.” “Well you know they had roaches… so no. I learned my lesson a long time ago on this.” That is another story- one of the biggest mistakes I ever made. I give him the pictures back and he tells me the mover had went in and left the job. See- we can leave a job if we even SEE a roach or rat droppings. You get to charge the government what they call Attempted Pickup, and you leave the home. After you call the base and tell the customer why you are leaving. Which nine times out of ten just pisses the customer off.
Understand me- when I say I have packed and moved a dirty home, I have. I have had a roach climb up my hand when I reached into a box before. I have moved molded food away from the cabinets I needed to get into. I have put white packing paper on pots and pans so grease that it stuck, wet with it. I have packed dirty dishes and clothing that the customer told me to pack. I am realistic enough to know people move bugs in shipments and that it is going to happen. I remember a mouse jumping out of a over the road driver’s truck when he open the door to his trailer. You move all kinds of people, and each have their own personal cleaning idea. What might be clean to me will make some sick, as what some call clean is a pigs pen to me.
It takes a lot to turn my stomach, and I have packed things I know I should not have. “What are you going to do?” asked the newest inspector of the older one. “Let her tell you.” “He is going to tell the woman she needs to have the house cleaned, have it sprayed for bugs, and get rid of the mice.” “Done. And you know what that means” I do.. It means they are going to have trouble. And they did. The next day they went and looked at the home as the woman swore the house was clean enough to move her. It wasn’t. After another two days- they let it pass the inspection.
In then they called me. That was the start of the calls from the husband. “What day is my items going to be in SC?” Ft. Jackson. I tell him the date we have to be there, but it could arrive sooner. “You held me up for two weeks already!” No- your stanky ass house did that. *bites tongue* I keep my mouth shut for the seven or eight calls from this man. “You guys are not movers- nothing was wrong with my home.” As I have YET to step foot in the house- ok. “Sir- if you have a problem you need to call the base, or XXXXXXX Van Lines, the carrier. I can not help you.” Ok- I might have had a tone with that comment, but I did not cuss him or anything. “They why am I talking to you?” Slams phone down in my ear. SOB.
My carrier called me, and I was told I was being “rude” to the customer. Mhhhh huuuu. “Well you can tell the customer to kiss my ass.” And yes- I said it. I got wrote up for it. But shit… I had enough of this prick who is attacking a person who had NOTHING to do with the reason he had to wait two weeks to get moved. Seems this man--- and by the way… guess what rank he is. He is a E1. Private. A piss ant in the military raising all this hell. So I take my written warning from my carrier, and I steamed. And I boiled. Then boil some more. Great thing- that Family First program the military has set into place. They get to rate me, effect how many moves I get by their little survey, when they need reported to social services.
Today was the move. We showed up early. Had to knock on the door five times to wake her. Dirty diapers laying about, and I told her she was to remove them, put them in the trash. The house reeked of cheap stinky bug spray and everything had a sticky coating on it. Dead roaches laid on the floor here and there, food stains still in the walls. I looked around, and the rooms was nasty, but I did not see any live bugs. The guys went to work, using the rubber gloves I had brought.
The kitchen dishes was all over the counter, the table and the floor. Nothing was to be packed in the cabinets. I was nosey- I pulled open one of the drawers and it was covered in rat shit. That is when I almost threw up. To have your silverware and cooking items in that… pots and pans just sitting in mice droppings. The bathroom.. Oh hell- I took that as I would not let my guys in there. Lets just say the trucks tires got watered today. Just… really it was just … trust me, I will never ever get that bad about cleaning my toilet, and my tub.
About two hours into it the driver who is hauling the items shows up. He walks thru the house, then ask me to come outside. I do- and he asked how it pasted an inspection. “They did it last week. She said she put off three bombs last night to kill the bugs that hatched, and she had caught about a dozen mice.” What? What do they think I am going to do? He said he would haul it, as I had not seen a live bug, and really- that is all you can call the job off for. Unless a mouse was to come running out to say hello. Damn rodent- can’t ever get them to come out on demand.
The kitchen… the pots and pans had dry food in them. The plates were dirty, cups had milk like stains in the bottom. I asked her if the dishes in the sink went, and she said yes. “Then you will need to get the food out of them and wash them.” Some kind of noodle dish was in one of the bowls. She came and empty the food out, then Dad said she ran WATER over then, then put them in the drainer for him to pack, a drainer that sat on a tray that had mice shit on it.
The woman had three kids that lived in that. One was at the home- and this will make you really sick- she let that little baby, who could only crawl, on the FLOOR with the dead bugs. Dad had a shit fit as he was the first one to see her do it. He told her to put that baby in the crib if she had to put it down, or one of us would hold it. I got to hold it three of four times. I warn her before I left that the driver and his helper would not see that child in the floor as they walk around, carrying things. She told me she would not let it down again. The driver said he would leave the crib up to last. We all could not believe she would even think to put that baby on the floor… but then- she lived in a bug and mice, if not rat infested home.
I would like to say this was a job that shocked me, that was so strange, but I can’t. And isn’t that just … sad. Scary thing is- that was not the worst one I have been in. I should write some of my “favorite” jobs down- the good, the bad, the ugly. If nothing else to just show myself what I have done in my life, and why I am the way I am. Like today- this is why I MAKE the time to clean my house. While it is not spotless, it is livable, and not a hazard to your health.
So… you might ask me what I am going to do about the customer who got me written up, effecting my jobs? Nothing…but I will not have any problem calling Ft. Jackson family services in about a month, and tell them the children are in danger. I might be rude- but I do not harm kids and I will not stand by while you and your wife do by being too sorry to clean.
Now- I am off to home, wash my clothing in bleach, and take a long hot shower till the water runs cold.
*shivers* As an Emt, I often went into houses like this. I called family services more than once, when I couldn't get through the house without gagging. You have to have a bad place to gag a seasoned EMT.
Ya know....I am a former AF wife....we lived in base housing the first 4 years of our marriage...
When you got orders to transfer, they came and packed your stuff, that they were moving. And it had ALL better be clean when they got there. Then, once all that stuff was out of the way, EVERYTHING had to be cleaned, down to the nth degree- we even pulled the stove outside to scrub it down, so we could house everything out just in case.
I had to wash the walls
I had to strip the wax off the floors
I had to take a pumice stone to the toilet and scrub the tub down to the porcelan
If the inspecotr came through and found ANYTHING, your ass didn't go ANYWHERE- and if you weren't at your next base when they said you should be, you was AWOL- plain and simple....
The AF don't play that shit, honey, trust me...
But if this was private housing, I FEEL for you, truly I do...
And yes, I have been in some base housing that was that bad- babies and all...makes me shudder to think about it.
So while everybody is ranting and raving about how military gets treated, bear in mind, they have white trash and OTHER trash just like everybody else....
If some of you know, sometimes it's a choice in the courts down there- Jail or SERVICE- take yer pick...
If you need help finding the number let me know I'll find it and the name of the strictest social worker they have available. Stupid ass people, why can't a looser like him be in the war zone?
Email from sissy... :)
18:29 Mar 13 2008 Times Read: 2,004
A lady approaches her priest and tells him "Father, I have a problem. I have two female talking parrots, but they only know how to say one thing."
"What do they say?" the priest inquired.
"They only know how to say, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Want to have some fun?'"
"That's terrible!" the priest exclaimed, "but I have a solution to your problem. Bring your two female parrots over to my house and I will put them with my two male talking parrots whom I taught to pray and read the bible. My parrots will teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase and your female parrots will learn the joys of praise and worship."
"Thank you!" the woman responded.
The next day the woman brings her female parrots to the priest's house. His two male parrots are holding the rosary beads and praying in their cage. The lady puts her two female parrots in with the male parrots and the female parrots say "Hi we're prostitutes, want to have some fun?"
One male parrot looks over at the other male parrot and exclaims, "Put the beads away, brother. Our prayers have been answered!"
Leaves a glue stick in your mailbox so you can paste one on :)
Think I will hear back from her? *sigh*
13:55 Mar 12 2008 Times Read: 2,069
wyckedmortisa
06:37:31
Mar 11 2008
hello vampirewitch39 how are you hope all is well im wrtting this do to the unoffical friends list day and your on my list.
I sent back this:
Well hello right back. :) While I was working out of town on this unoffical friends list day- I was happy to see your message.
I am doing ... don't you hate when people just say they are fine when in fact they are not? I mean... my mother is sick, work has been a pain, no boyfriend, I want a puppy, and wish I could lose about 100 lbs.
O.O
Ok- maybe I should of stayed with the "I am fine" line.
lol
And how are you?
All I can say is... my friends must luvs me to put up with me. lol
If we wanted the shiney happy illusion we wouldn't actually care what the response was nor would we have the words to respond to the truth. I'd put money on her not responding. The people that do give a damn though have left markings all over your in journal, your inboxed, your saved messages, and your respective society.
I often wonder (well maybe not all that often) what exactly makes sex worth X number of dollars. Are there special tricks, measurements, taboo acts, or what that bump up the rate. In other words- how exactly can I get paid $5k an hour?
That is what I mean! For that kind of money I would lay on my back, on my knees,,, how DO you get paid that?
Must be one hell of a twat, magical even.
lol
Green ford- the work mule. :)
01:27 Mar 12 2008 Times Read: 2,088
It starts out well with a good night sleep, up at 5:00am, hot shower, dressed and out the door by 5:30. Walked outside to a fog, nice cold white covered driveway, frost on the windows. I forgo the truck and start off on foot, enjoying the walk to work. Quiet- blanketed by the fog, cold crispy air… I walked into the office with a smile.
The crew showed up at 6:00am, on time even. Today was a 80 mile trip to pack a military member, his first. Now this is a two hour trip in a truck- about an hour and half drive with the eastern hills of my state. We don’t have any big trucks with those powerful motors, so it takes us longer. With thirty minutes for eating and getting to the min storage we should be on time about 8:00
Even the over the road driver was at the meeting place just outside of town on time. Yesterday he fussed at me “Why are you leaving so early? It’s only a small job.” “We try to be at the job site at 8:00 no matter the size of the job. If you don’t want to get up that early you can always find your own way over." AKA- You called me and asked to travel with us. “No. I will be there.” Older man… a little of a grumpy pants. lol
Remember the line from Die Hard? The one where he is crawling in the air vents, saying “"Come to the coast. We'll get together. Have a few laughs." That lines has been running thru my head all day. Why? About 50 miles into the trip, the packing van motor blew. Yes- this old truck is a 1980 gas job with 280.000 miles on this motor. The motor that came with it, the motor that has never given us any problems. The motor that has had a set of heads, and that is it. Could not ask for a better motor.
We, meaning Dad listen as I had to come up with what to do next, decided it would be best to take the pickup and return home to get the other pack van. While taking three or so hours, cheaper then hiring a U haul, then dealing with getting home later. Telling the drive we would be a few hours started the whole- “I got up early- at 3:30 this morning, and now I have to wait three hours?” “Honey- you were parked at a truck stop 3 miles from my office yesterday. If it takes you that long to get ready for work- not my problem.” He and the boys went to Huddle House, and me and dad went back home.
Three and half hours later we was on the road again, with a tow truck on the way to pull the truck in. Once at the min storage- we had to use the pack van to haul the items to the 70 foot tractor and trailer due to him not being able to get in.
Next stop was to the man’s home. Same thing- had to use the little truck as it was the only one that could get into the street. Poor pack van earned its money today, and the driver and us was joking around by the time we was done. What started as a shitty day turned into a good day. Driver told me I was bossy all day, and I told him to just hush- and I would get the job done. Lol As we said goodbye he hugged me and said he would work for me any day… just not so early next time. Whiney butt. lol
We went to a truck stop to eat, dad buying dinner for the guys and we sat, all dirty, tried, and still facing another two hour drive home. We started to talk of the ”green ford” that gave out this morning. Dad said he notice it had started to lose power, and the engine did not sound good the last few months. It had been a great truck. $6,500 new off the lot back twenty eight years ago was not bad. It had earned it money back several times. The transmission has never even had to be worked on.
One of the guys said he remembers the first few days he worked with us and was told to go pull the “green ford” around. He walked outside, and walked all around and never found a green truck. lol It got that name because we was a agent for Interstate Van lines, and Dad had to have it painted a- as us girls called it – “piss poor ugly green” color. He finally gave in and painted it back white about a year later, but to this day we always called it “the green ford” lol
It had a dent the size of a utility pole in the front bumper because... well... it hit a utility pole. At the first snow, and dad had to get out in it. The truck has a … postive traction?? the rear in that is like a two wheel drive…. What is that called? Ok- brain fart. Any way- the truck will not get stuck. But it will not stop on ice either as it hit the bottom of the street and slam into the utility pole. Mom never would let dad get a new bumper. To this day when he tries to make me send the guys out on snow days- she just tells him to go look at the “green ford”
Did I tell you it has red interior? Ugly as hell, but I love the truck. Radio is a hit or miss thing, the heater will burn you ass up, and no a/c but two windows and as fast as you could get it to go- around 70 was its top speed. I hit a tree with it myself. Backed right into it putting a nice little dent on the tailgate. My brother was following one of our flatbeds and rear end it when they stopped suddenly due to a car pulling out in front of them. That had the hood, radiator and a headlight replaced. Funny- Dad never did sneak and replace that bumper. :)
Poor thing- it’s been in mud, snow, salt, coal dust, sleet, been thru creeks and rivers. It has broken off tree limbs as it went up county roads, forging us a path. It has been used to pull the fork lifts out of mud, or loose gravel. It has been out on jobs for hours, and still brought us home. It’s been slept in, keeping us safe no matter where we were. I have sled down mountains muddy roads as it tried to gets it wheels to catch, always doing what we ask of it.
I have rode on the tailgate, legs held out as it dragged into driveway, the little motor humming as it pulled itself, the load, and us to the job. It’s our little work mule, that just could not take anymore. And today was the first time it never got itself and us home. First time it even had a tow truck hooked up to it, having to have help itself. The body has had a few rust spots fixed, and some paint jobs. I know its old and most likely needs sold but I asked Dad what he was going to do with it.
“Going to set a rebuilt motor in it. While I am at it, I will put a new ….” I see the money adding up on something that I know has few years left in it, but really I would not want it any other way. Its part of the family, and the little work mule just needs some rest, and a new set of teeth. Then it will be back on the job, ready for the next adventurer, tearing into what every we ask it to do.
So at the end of our 14 hour work day, I still have that smile.
Sometimes its good to not know the answer. Bottom up please.
19:18 Mar 10 2008 Times Read: 2,120
LadyKrystalynDarkstar wrote: LMFAO!!!!!!!!!! ok then LOL
On 14:11:15 Mar 10 2008 (-6 GMT) Vampirewitch39 wrote:
Ohhhhhhhh I see now. *rat grins and hugs back* Me silly rat sometimes, but knew you would tell me.
Sticky... and Cancer.. had a fantasy going for a second on that one.
O.O
LOL
On 14:09:03 Mar 10 2008 (-6 GMT) LadyKrystalynDarkstar wrote:
*giggles at rat and hugs her*
Sticky thread means that the thread stays on top of all the others.....never goes down or moves to the next page. Moderated means that only the Admins can add to or take away from it. It's used as an information thread.
On 14:07:36 Mar 10 2008 (-6 GMT) Vampirewitch39 wrote:
Jeekers wimman, your fantasy would be my nightmare! LMAO ..bless you rat! that made me laugh :)
PRIVATE ENTRY
18:59 Mar 10 2008 Times Read: 2,124
• • • • PRIVATE JOURNAL ENTRY • • • •
What does a Sire mean anymore?
18:15 Mar 10 2008 Times Read: 2,142
To be a Sire on this site take time. Really- that is it. Time to flip pages, rate, post. TIME. Nothing more.
Doesn't mean you learn the rules, read the few good forum postings, or even understand what Vampire Rave was started for.
And that is sad.
Very Sad.
I remember when I joined and the Sire's was gods and goddess to me. I remember the day I reached Sire and I got to see my little picture on that level page, along with all the other Sires of this site. I was in the 80's of them.
I was so proud.
Now- I look over at it, and see people I don't even know, seen or heard of. Then I see people who just makes me cringe that they are Sires on this site. Why? Because they are stupid. Yes- I am grumpy so no nice words about this, so you get blunt. Have you seen some of the Sire's actions of late? Good lord.
Anyway...
Use to I would respect a Sire, I would see them as elders on this site, the ones who started and keep the site running. Now- as I look at the 156 sires.....not as much.
Just how I feel about it- and like assholes... well you know the saying.
Screw the Coven Master test Otter talks of- I think we need a Sire one.
I know what you mean. Many that I used to think of as gods/godess, now that I'm among them & see them for who they really are. It just disgust me to be included in a category with them. However at the same time, I must realize that I'm sure there are probably a few that feel the exact same way about me.
Oh I agree Siredom does not carry the same sort of currency that it once did. Now you have complete idiots as Sires and coven masters who know nothing on the subject matter let alone the VR rules.
09:33 Mar 10 2008 Times Read: 2,154
mollysCORPSE
Quote: it's a shame about raisins....
i'm molly's corpse...... i'm half vampire and half duck but i take the form of a human vampire... being half-ducky i guess i can't say i have real fangs, but i do have four teeth that are relativley sharp and i have a really strong bite.... i'm a vegiterian with all animals except humans.... i love blood, but my own blood tastes bad to me.... i'm pretty hyper and happy for a half-vampire, and my appearence is very young, being around eleven years old. i'm an artist. i work with paint, colored pencils... pretty much anything, but mostly colored pens.... i'm very italian and i was involved in a lot of mob work. and i guess that's about it....
O.o It's a drawning, italian mob killing vampire duck!! RUN!! She will suck the blood from your ankle as she threats you in italian duck talk!
*pictures Donald baring teeth as he tells me he want to suck my blood in a italian accent, four teeth fangs showing, gun in hand, in a dark alley way.*
Actually, the thought of a vampire duck is kinda horrifying when you get down to it. Imagine...you take your kids to the lakefront with some stale bread and begin tossing pieces to the lovely ducks who swim over, little tails whisking happily, quacking and nibbling at the bread, then with no warning, the sky darkens...WHAM! Ducks everywhere, flapping at you and you can't fend them off...blood soaking your blouse, those weird, webbed feet touching your face...kids screaming...they keep coming..OH GOD! DUUUUUCCCKKKS!
Read the AOL news story about the Grand Canyon referred to as about 6 million years old - but its western half actually began to open at least 17 million years ago. Nice read, and the pictures are great. *sigh* I want to go there. Should read it- nice article.
Anyway - one picture I had to share. This is where they have been flooding Colorado River on Wednesday "In an effort to nourish its ecosystem. It's only the third time this has been done. More than 300,000 gallons of water per second are being released from the Glen Canyon Dam into the canyon for three days. That amount of water is enough, says one official, to fill the entire Empire State Building in 20 minutes. " Source: AP
One thing pop into my head when I saw this picture... well two. One- I had to pee. And the second was I want to be in the spot that man is standing. Could you just feel the power? Hear the sound of that water? Pressure of it?
Just wow type thing to me.
Look at the bottom corner- that is where the water is coming out of the dam. :)
Well it was two words. First started with a H and the second a N. lol
Donuts are a great way to start the morning. :)
13:20 Mar 07 2008 Times Read: 2,284
They think they can buy me off with donuts. The three men yesterday who had a …disagreement with the customer. *sigh* Within a week’s time, and 9 jobs I had two complaints. One the driveway turning, but really- that was just stupid. And this one…
*grabs a donut*
Lady called me few weeks ago and told me she had a three bedroom, 2 living rooms, 2 refrigerators, 1 freezer. Just the heavy stuff, no boxes or little things they can not move in the pickup. Ok- going about 3 miles, two story home to another. I estimated about 8 to 9 hours, with the driving time.
She had a shit fit. “Tri County (move in the next town) moved it in 4 hours. I can’t believe it will take that long. You are wrong.” Now come oooooonnn… that is such bullshit I am not even going to fight about it. I told her that was my estimate, and she is more then welcome to let Tri County move her. She hung up. I hung up, calling her a bitch.
I just love people who thing they can bully me. Really- I don’t have to put up with it. I will not put up with it. In fact- most likely get your ass cussed out. Not being mean about it- just honest.
Well she must of talked to my sister when she booked because the next time I heard from her was yesterday when she called me bitching. The guys was taking to long. I talked with her, and remember who she was as she told me where she lived. “Let me speak to the tallest man there.” aka- the supervisor. He tells me they was on the second truck load, and it was mostly garage, patio, and a play set. Now- where was that when she had me estimate her time?
I asked him if he moved boxes and smaller items today? “Yes- everything in the house went. We will be another 3 to 4 hours.” He tells me with her screaming in the background. Having no idea what her deal was, Dad went out as not much I can do on the phone with these people.
*grabs another donut*
Dad said the guys moved a “hell of a lot furniture” in the 7 ½ hours they was on the job so far, and he told the lady that. She told him Tri County could of moved it in four hours. Now here is the thing- I get told that shit all the time. You know what? FUCKING ASS call them to move you this time! No wait… maybe they will not answer your calls? Maybe they had problems with you the last time? MAYBE YOU LIE!!!!! I am voting for the last on this bitch.
She tells father she would not pay the bill, so dad tells the boys to just put the yard thing on the front yard, not to waste time placing it. He sent the few house items into the full house, as he is not that much of a dick. Unlike me- her fucking nightstands would have been in the driveway when I left. Hell- I would of backed over the shiten things.
*grabs last donut*
So the guys come in, mud covered with a 8 ½ hour bill for me to take to small claims. The time about what I estimated for what she told me she had, and more. I am upset because I did not know all this, just that it seems every move they go out on they start shit. Reason I will stay away from shit online- I deal with it in person. They come in, and clock out, and I tell them 7:00am in the morning. They leave. Very few words spoken. Yes- they can tell when I am pissed off, and best to just leave it till I calm down.
So this morning, I come to work with a message from the woman’s mother saying she would be paying the bill. They had warn their daughter it would take time, and as I am so much a hour= do the math. They thought they did a great job. I talked with Dad as he went out on the job, and he said the items he saw they had moved- they did not slack off any. And they keep their mouths shut when she was yelling at them, going so far as sitting in the truck when they was done, because Dad had to go hunt someone to move the cars out of the drive so they could leave. He said the boys did good- worked, no damage to furniture or homes, and never said a bad word to her. He told me to not be mad at the boys- they did what they where trained to do. The only problem the woman had was the time used.
In walked the boys with donuts. They think I will be brought with the soft cream filled, chocolate goodness.... the scent coming from the bag. The kind that just melts in your mouth....Krispy Kream. Mmmmmm. Only one place in town sells these- so I know they went out of their way to get them. Ahh they are so sweet. They tell me they got them so I can have a good start to my day.
I put them aside and asked what happen. They said the woman just went nuts about five hours in- starting to tell them to rush, to not pad stuff- just throw it in. That is NOT how my men move furniture. That is Tri County’s way. I told them to not worry about it, and get going on the job they had today- in the cold rain. To be careful. They left telling me they would kiss this woman’s ass. They would do anything needed to not have another complaint on them this week. That made me laugh as these guys always try to get along with customers. There is just some people who you can’t please. And sometimes you have a week of them. But… time to start doing my “drop by” again on jobs, to just check on the work being done, and how the customer feels about the work. If nothing else to counter the bad rumors I am sure being spread by these two women.
And next time someone tells me so and so moved me in a hour- I swear I am going to block your ass from being one of my jobs. Mmmmm these donuts are good and fresh. Damn them- they know how to get me out of my mad spell. Thank god it is Friday is all.
If it makes you feel any better, when I first joined the site, I saw a comment from Daire that he had never rated a profile higher than an 8. Keep in mind this was a while ago, but I think the sentiment is the same. All things being equal, I would consider that a good rate from Daire. ;)
Went over to the main forum just now, and yes- I know... silly girl. But as I read the threads- when Cancer gets the other sites up and running, it should be so much better here on this site.
I mean- look at all the ghost, supernatural threads. Those will be directed toward the new sites that are made for that subject, leaving this one for the purpose it was made for.
Hmmmm its almost like he planned it. *sings twlight zone theme song*
You know it's drama like this, that really makes me wonder how many people live their lives online and not in real time. *sigh* Sorry that they are being stinky to you!
The most vicious rat protector I have ever seen. You are also not one to give up on friends easily. Not sure what this person is thinking, but if Stabb knows you are good friends with him, that is all that matters.
What the HELL? Do I need to kill someone? Stabb adores you and so do I. Ohhhhh...wait, never mind. I know what this is about. *hug* Not worth your anger, heart.
I've often wondered exactly how an online forum and site of enjoyment turns into a drama cyclone of hate. People need to get over the petty hissy fits, grow up, and get a real life to cry thier eyes about.
15:13 Mar 05 2008 Times Read: 2,400
Comment made to me this morning from one of the guys "You must have a deep throat."
O.O
Said as I took a hand full of pills- four meds, the rest vitamins in one swallow.
Other guy coked on his coffee at the comment.
Me? I just smiled and said he would never find out. I swear he blushed. lol
Birdy and I went out to dinner and a movie last night, and these are some of the comments made:
"Can you read that? I can't read that."
"I can't see it- there is a magnifying glass over there."
"That is a lovely home." "It has stairs." "But look at the ..." "It has stairs." "The..." "STAIRS."
"Huh?"
"Yes... a drink would be nice."
"I have a friend that eats all neat." as she wipes off the cherry juice off her shirt. When I put my sleeve in the food reaching across "Huh! Not so clean now."
"I popped your cherry." "As always"
:) Here's to our Birdy- much love, much laughter, and better health to you this year!
*Word in red not sent with letter, just what I wanted to say. Damn- that mask is tight today.*
Mr. XXXX
XXX Newspaper
XXXXXX, Ky.
Sir,
In regards to your phone call yesterday I wanted to respond in writing on this matter. So I have a record of this, so you can not misquote me, little shit. I have talked to my men that your wife encountered Showed her ass in front of and, while you are upset about them turning in your driveway, I do not see where they made a mistake. Can we say drama whore? it’s a FREAKING ass driveway- guess what? They are made to DRIVE on, dick. My men stated they never saw a tile under the driveway as the grass was up to the street, but even if there was one, they checked the driveway before they backed up twice, putting only one axle on your driveway. The truck was not heavy enough to damage, nor did it. Asshole.
As far as your concern about people using your driveway to turn around in, might I suggest a small sign at the driveway marking it as a private drive, or stating “No turns” I am sure you have seen these signs on other driveways, and we always honor them. Or better yet- put a freaking gate up, pimple on a snails ass. Bitch about something that matters- and you are in charge of what we read in the newspaper… *rolls eyes, and goes back to the bullshit letter*
Concerning the comments made toward your wife, I can only say I am sorry she was upset. If my guys was rude, then I am, truly. But taking into account your reacting to it, when they say she just stood and screamed at them, telling them to get off her driveway- which they was trying to do, I don't think they did. As she asked them for the phone number to the company, they only told her what she asked to know. And if she is that blind to not see them on the truck- how the hell did she even see them on the drive? The crew do not carry business cards, and anyone who ask them about jobs, or cost of a job, they direct them to the truck sign. Maybe they could have been nicer as your wife was upset at the time, but I do not think they overstep. Your wife needs meds, if that is all that sets her off.
In regards to your comment yesterday of doing a editorial on our company, my only comment is this. I hope the newspaper owner sees it the way you do as I will be forwarding this letter to him, pointing out the events that have lead to your threat. You are not even my customer, so you and that paper can kiss my ass. I do hope your newspaper understand the line between editorial and slander, as I can assure you my lawyer does. You are not the only one who can make threats, little prick. Thing is… I will back mine up as I have one hell of a lawyer. I am a kitten to her, trust me. She likes nothing better then to chew dicks off males.
Again, I am sorry your wife was upset by my truck turning in your driveway, and what your wife saw as a lack of concern my men showed of her emotions on the matter. She could not even call me? She told you, and you call and tell me what you expect me to do- demand me to do. And when I did not bend over backwards to kiss your ass, you threaten me. Let‘s see how far that goes, shall we? Thank you for your time and understanding.
How tempting was it to include the words in red? lol
But they can't argue with that letter. You have apologised, while at the same time let them know that should they wish to take it further, there will be repercussions to them. Yet you haven't stooped to making threats. Keep us posted as to how it pans out!
Very Diplomatic, short and to the point. You apologized, explained procedures of your workman and very nicely stated that this was a ridiculous waste of a stamp.
I don't think I can see any editor, printing anything about this because it will make the other guy look like a fool.
:) Thanks you guys! I was very tempted to leave the red in, but .... I was trying to play nice.
Yes- he knew it was a empty threat when I did not beg him not to. The threat, I am sure, has worked on others, and that is sad. Little shit should not get away with it. Reason I sent it to the owner- he might see it for what he did.
And the lawyer- she frighten me most days we talk or meet. Not a lady I would want mad at me, or meet in a court room. She is $$ but worth every penny. I just love to watch her at work. Sort of like the Female Admin on here- take no shit and smile as you put them in their place.
You exercised great tact, sis. He and his wife need to read some real news and figure out there are real problems out there that need attention and if their drive is so precious to put up a damn sign!
New show to watch....
16:05 Mar 04 2008 Times Read: 2,452
NEW AMSTERDAM centers on a brilliant and enigmatic New York homicide detective unlike any other. And he has a profound secret -- he is immortal.
In 1642, JOHN AMSTERDAM (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau), then a Dutch solider in the colony of New Amsterdam – later to become New York City -- stepped in front of a sword to save the life of a Native American girl during a massacre of her indigenous tribe. The girl in turn rescued Amsterdam, weaving an ancient spell that conferred immortality upon him. Amsterdam will not age, she told him, until he finds his one true love. Only then will he become whole and ready for mortality.
Amsterdam has found this to be a mixed blessing. Over the course of three centuries, he's experienced endless adventure and honed his many talents. But everyone Amsterdam meets must leave him in time; friends, lovers and children grow old and eventually die, while he remains young. The exhilaration of eternal life has given way to emotional isolation and loneliness; the blessing has become a curse. His sole confidant and current lifelong friend is the sage jazz club owner OMAR (Stephen Henderson), the keeper of Amsterdam's secret, as well as a few of his own.
Having witnessed its entire history from colonial outpost to mega-metropolis, John Amsterdam is the living embodiment of New York City. He and the island of Manhattan are joined -- part and parcel. Bringing to bear the unorthodox techniques and unique knowledge gained from his vast life experience, Amsterdam today is one of the NYPD's best homicide detectives, sparring with his vibrant, strong-willed partner EVA MARQUEZ (Zuleikha Robinson) as they solve difficult murder cases.
But when Amsterdam suffers and then recovers what appears to be a massive heart attack while chasing a suspect, and DR. SARA DILLANE (Alexie Gilmore) pronounces him dead in the ER, he realizes that the prophesy may have come true -- he felt the pain in his heart foretold so long ago. His soul mate must have been nearby. As he works to bring closure to the lives of others, Amsterdam also seeks closure of his own.
*rat pouts* They pokey poked me this morning... *rat bottom lip sticks out as she removed the bandage* ... the lady said she had to "fish" around a little to get my blood. OH yeah... she went fishing as I tried to not throw up on her.
*rat looks at you with sad eyes* It hurt. I am a very bad person to take blood from... just so all you vampires know that. Veins are not easy to find on me.
*rat smiles, getting over her whinney fit* Then I go get food for mom and sister, and myself. I justed walked into the door when the phone run. I grab it, sitting my stuff down to hear a man tell me "You are going to beat me." O.O "OK" "I have the flu" I am thinking the guy had the wrong number. "Who is this?" "It's Connie."
Still not getting who it is (blond moment as she sounds JUST like a guy) I ask "And I care because?" She finally had to tell me she is CONNIE! Ohhhhh.... sorry.
*rat giggles* Can you see the mood I have been in of late? :)
Why in the hell does anyone need nine kids? One of the guys came in and proudly told us his "girlfriend" is having another brat. Ok- kid...child,... what ever. *rolls eyes*
He has two by this chick already, and she has had 6 with two other men. And no- she does not have all of them, on of the fathers got his kids taken from her.
Age you ask? She is 34.
WHY? Really... does popping the kids out pay that well? Just how much does the goverment pay them to have another one?
You can not tell me ONE good reason to have nine kids. Sure- back in the old days when they had hundred acres farms and the labor force was your kids. But in today's world?
I think the goverment should ties some tubes is all I am saying. I am getting feed up with supporting them. And no- she does not work and I know they get goverment aid as I have to fill out how much he makes.
And no matter how much you pay a man- he is not going to be able to support no 7 kids, with one on the way. Just not going to happen.
Oh ye gods! Ok I can see it back when our grandparents and great grandparents were growing up and lived like you said on farms but now? Wtf? Do these idiots even know what birth control is? Do they not realize how expensive that just 2 kids are? I am a mom of two, I am a divorced mother, and no matter how much I bust my ass working and their dad pays child support, they are still expensive and the older they get the more expensive they become.
It should be illegal. Call me a Nazi, I don't care, it should be god damn illegal to have that many kids, I don't care how rich you are or who you are.
EGADS... Agreed, although I have a friend who is youngest of 9 and their dad COULD and DID pay for all of them. He was MD. So the only thing I would say is- unless you can prove you can afford it, sniptty snip snip snip!!!!
How in the world does he provide for his kids? It might sound harsh but I think there should be a threshold of required income in order to reproduce. Meaning if they can't pay for their kids currently and he hasn't figured out how condoms work then he needs to be fixed just like a dog.
20:58 Mar 03 2008 Times Read: 2,508
Wall St. on Friday.
Read in a trade papers:Shipment volume in 2007 down 9.7% from 2006, AMSA reports.
Ky. foreclosures up 23.5% in 2007.
Biggest city in the state listed as #72 in "Best City for Jobs in 2008" putting it in the middle.
Business magazine ranked Kentucky as average, ranking #26th in business friendless practices.
i could get you a good one, but im not sure he'd go out there and im sure you would find him attractive but sorry he's married XP
PRIVATE ENTRY
00:01 Mar 02 2008 Times Read: 2,550
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Heads up...
23:55 Mar 01 2008 Times Read: 2,554
Friday Cat reminded me- and me going "Oh. No I forgot." Working at 3:30am till 5:15pm means I did not go shopping.
Today- Mom's house- sister showing up at 6:30pm, means I did not go shopping.
Sunday- I plan to sleep late, then pick up the trash in my yard the stray dogs have spread, wash the car, laundry, and housework before you guys come over- means no shopping.
With sister here that will mean my other sister will come to work on Monday so we can catch up on bills, paperwork. Means I answer the phone, listen as she ask me a thousand times "What is this? What happen to the papers? Did you lose it? I wish you would wait till I came to do that." Meaning I will have enough energy after work to maybe go to the IGA and do some shopping for food. I need to stock up the office- the peanut butter is getting low.
So... guess it comes from IGA. What you think of country ham? That or a gift cert from beauty shop, or some place online. Hey at least I can get a card... if they sale them there.
Just telling ya so you can get over your mad spell before Tuesday. :)
Next time you want to bitch about Monday morning- remember this guy:
UrielBlanchard666
Quote: I'm back from Purgatory.
I just got back from Purgatory on monday. Now I'm back wit my human. Don't fuck wit him or anyone he cares about, or I will fuck you up. I'm stronger than most Vampires, I at least can be out in the sun. I need to help my human get his color back.
*smerks* Is that what you call a hell of a morning or what???
GangrelYou are the animalistic Gangrel! You have a kinship with most animals, and some of the more powerful of your clan even have the ability to transform into various animl forms.Take this 
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meeper
21:56 Mar 31 2008
Damn you have balls... and I envy them.
Vampirewitch39
13:36 Apr 01 2008
Wow. That means a lot coming from you Meep. :)