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Self doubt. I, like everyone, have my fair share. You have the looks, the job skills, the education, the ability to meet my family and friends needs.
Do you want to know how I handle doubt? Let’s see…
Appearance - Who is to say what is beautiful? Who is to judge?
Job- I can quit today and never do another hour of work, and live a good life. But I don’t, as I would be bored within a month. If you do nothing with your life…why be here? It’s known as a work ethic, folks. I will always work.
Education- Always said I was dumb as a fox. Might not be as book smart as most, and if you have that attitude toward people- then we most certain do not EVER need to talk to each other. Besides, you might “learn” me something, and how wrong would that be? And gods forbid if I should try to improve.
Meet family and friends needs- I’m closed off about some things- turn inward on a lot. I try my best to be here for them. Takes an effort most days, but I try because I love them.
Do you know the best way to handle doubt, at least for me?
Stay away from those that make you question your abilities.
Warsaw Kentucky is a very small town, famous for the location of the Kentucky Speedway. Also the location of the new elementary school. Guess what that means? Yeap- new kitchen equipment.
So here I am driving the truck in front and I am going along this small country road, and see something big beside the road. I slow down and the guy with me noticed the animal.
“Is that what I think it is?” We pull up a little closer and see the small bull, horn and all. “Why hell- that is a bull.” He tells me.
The bull is at the side of the road- eating grass or what ever weed was growing beside it road. Then it lifts its tail and takes a shit.
I had to say it as we drove by it, giving it plenty of room. “Nah. It’s a bullshitter.”
O.o
Oh … what I life I have.
And yes- 911 call to report the bull. Hard to do as you try to keep from laughing. “Were are you at?” Bite my lip to keep back the answers I wanted to give. “Beside the shit pile.” LOL “Follow your nose.”
Off to Ashland in the morning- lets see what we can find there the next two days.
Carlson was charged with stealing a Mercedes Benz, and after a long trial, the jury acquitted him. Later that day Carlson came back to the judge who had presided at the hearing.
"Your honor," he said, "I wanna get out a warrant for that dirty lawyer of mine."
"Why ?" asked the judge. "He won your acquittal. What do you want to have him arrested for ?"
"Well, your honor," replied Carlson, "I didn't have the money to pay his fee, so he took the car I stole.
Gee guys. Sorry I never told you about this shit going on at work, and some of my family problems. Funny - as I don't share a lot of my life with people.
A few on VR have reached my trust, and they know who they are....but even them, I do not share my problems with.
*sigh*
Ok ok... I will do better. But be ready when you ask me how I am doing, I may start a rant.
Guess we will see who my true friends are, if you can handle that.
Always fear I would run people off if I do. Still think I will. :(
And yes- I cleaned up my last entry. Hint that I am really pissed off- I cuss.
I hate a thief. I mean- I really HATE a thief. And then you lie to me on top of it?
Worried about it all weekend, from when I fired him Friday.
But no more.
I have lost enough sleep over this shit.
Poor birdy had to keep me company all weekend, to keep my mind off it.
Cat had her own worries, and I kept her out of the loop.*pats her cat* Sorry sis.
Never fear cat- I took the steps needed taken. It will be hard on us for a few weeks until we have trained more people back, because when I clean house- I clean it from top to bottom. The fired list grew this morning. Love Kentucky labor laws- don’t have to give you a reason- but if you must know, I HATE someone to lie to me. You knew about it- and yet you did nothing. Makes you just as guilty, assholes.
As I feel fangs at my neck, I step forward, throwing you off balance. Reaching up to clasp one of your wrists at my breast, I twist, and bend, sending you over my shoulder to land on your back in front of me.
My knee finds the front of your throat as I cut off your air, the hand that still holds your wrist twisting the arm, my other hand moving to put pressure at the elbow- easy to break it with a sharp tug.
Looking down at you, I say, “Don’t call me Vixen. I only allow males I know to call me that, you ass.” Putting a little more pressure on your throat, “And you I do not, nor want to know. Bad move to introduce yourself to me.”
I let your arms go, standing quickly, tugging my shirt down, “Been fun. Now stay away from me.” Turning, I walk away.
LOL… or I can just hit delete. I send this, he would get more into it.
*silently watches you as you pass by. slips up behind you and forcefully clasps your breasts. you feel the jolt of sadistikalkiller's corruptive aura rush throughout your body. your body temperature rises.* do not tempt me, vixen.* he snarls as he embraces you even harder. you feel his teeth break the ivory skin of your nape.*
FraggleYou're all about big hair, having fun, and getting into trouble every now and then. You have a hard time doing what you're told, but then again, who cares? You're outgoing, lovable, and adventurous. Not to mention, totally cool.
Scary Mystery SeekerYou love watching freakin' scary stuff! Nothing scares you in the world of movies!Great Movie Mood...Just don't freak out your siblings while watching.You might scar them into a lifetime Trauma
I want to talk a little about my journal, if I may. I have written before, but just for one or two people to read. Role-playing stories, dreams. Nothing of importance. In fact- I threw them away as soon as they read them.
Then I joined VR. I started to write in my journal a few days after. Odd stuff, silly things really. Understand I was a paid member a few days after I found this site- so when he read my journal, I wonder who he was.
I click to read his profile, and found out just who, and what he was on this site. I also found a man whose journal I loved, one of the first favorites I added.
He returned several times, making me just want to put something there for him to read. I let the guards on my mind go, and let it flow from me. I relaxed and wrote, some of “me” slipping out for those who read to see.
When he added me to his favorite journals, I was so shocked. I remember that day well. It was like a pat on the back. lol
Then we talked a little, and he asked me to read some of his work. *smiles* I recall I could not understand - why me? Read his wonderful work, and do what? Lord knows I could never correct his grammar.
He sent me some and I read. Read it again. Now what? I have no training as a writer, English Literature my least favorite in school. What do I have to offer him? Taking into account his position on Vampire Rave, I typed a lovely reply, but could not send it.
Why? Because I did have something to say, to suggest, but how would he take it? I retyped the comment to say what I felt.
I sent the reply, telling him how much I love his work, but also added what I would have changed. I feared him throwing me off the Rave. I feared him making his own comments on my stories. I feared…well, him. lol
What did he do? *smiles* He sent me a thank you for being honest.
That was the day that Stabb666 became my friend.
He also gave me the idea that someone might actually like my writing. That maybe it is not so odd, or strange. Maybe it was not a waste of memory on this site.
My sisters have told me this for years…but they are my sisters. You know?
Anyway- Just wanted to say thanks for the nice comments people have made. Also to those who push me to write, even if they do not know it.
Had to be done- took my laptop in to the repair shop. :(
Now lets see how long they keep it this time.
Last time- 4 days.
May not be on for a while.
Edit: its fixed! :) Still have a computer question. If I use fileden to storage the music, code it, put it on VR. I can hear the music, others can as well. But then we have the ones who can not. What is that?????
Rat tucked her birdy into her spare bed, telling her goodnight. Rat leaves, seeing the birdy eyes close before she was out of the room.
Rat leaves her hole, making little noise to not wake the birdy- but she gets a call of “Have a good day, Kay.” Rat smiles… and tells the birdy to go back to sleep. Rat knows the birdy will be in her bed within minutes. And sure enough…
Birdy waits for a few minutes…then leaves the spare bed, going to settle into the Rat’s. She waddles a little, her body comfortable for the first time in hours. Rat’s memory foam mattress curves to the birdys body, the satin sheets soft to her skin, not itching like the cheap sheets on the guest bed. Fluffing the pillows, birdy settles into the rat’s bed, making it her own nest.
Rat looks down at her bed after the birdy is gone back to her own nest. “Goldylock has nothing on that damn bird.” Pulls the sheets to wash, having asked the bird’s help to pick and order nice sheets, pillows, and memory foam pad for the guest bed.
“At least the puppy will have a nice bed when she comes to stay.”
Phone call a few weeks ago from a moving company, out of the state, wanting a survey on a move they are estimating. This means I go to the home, seeing that a tractor trailer can get into the location, meet the people, listen as they show me what is to be moved/packed, making pleasant chat and keeping a smile on my face.
Safe to say- I am paid well for this service. (The smile cost them)
Anyway- I set a price for me to do this survey, the moving company agree to the price. Called the people and set up a date and time. I do not do this as to much nicely nice for me to handle. Sister is so much better at that. Time set for in the morning.
Then this morning the man ( the one moving )calls and talks to my sister. Seems we moved him years ago, and he loved us. He is a Pastor at a church, the church paying the bill for the move. He was informed this morning he could pick whatever mover he wanted to make estimates- but it will be the cheapest mover.
The mover that is paying me to make the estimate told me they had a contract with the church, and I never though of it again.
Now… the other mover is going to use my information, my “eyes” on location to make their bid, and now I (my company) am also being asked to put a bid in from my company.
Sometimes I think the gods just test us. *sigh*
Oh come on, I will be honest. They will get the same information I will write down for myself. I have no idea their rates are, cost is.
A married man was having an affair with his secretary. One day they went to her place and made love all afternoon.
Exhausted, they fell asleep and woke up at 8 PM.
The man hurriedly dressed and told his lover to take his shoesoutside and rub them in the grass and dirt.He put on his shoes and drove home.
"Where have you been?" his wife demanded.
"I can't lie to you," he replied, "I'm having an affair with my secretary. We had sex all afternoon."
She looked down at his shoes and said:
"You lying bastard! You've been playing golf!"
The 2nd Affair
A middle-aged couple had two beautiful daughters but always talked about having a son. They decided to try one last time for the son they always wanted.The wife got pregnant and delivered a healthy baby boy.The joyful father rushed to the nursery to see his new son.
He was horrified at the ugliest child he had ever seen. He told his wife: "There's no way I can be the father of this baby. Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered! Have you been fooling around behind my back?"
The wife smiled sweetly and replied: "Not this time!"
The 3rd Affair
A mortician was working late one night. He examined the body of Mr. Schwartz, about to be cremated, and made a startling discovery. Schwartz had the largest private part he had ever seen!
"I'm sorry Mr. Schwartz," the mortician commented, "I can't allow you to be cremated with such an impressive private part. It must be saved for posterity." So, he removed it, stuffed it into his briefcase, and took it home.
I have something to show you won't believe," he said to his wife, opening his briefcase.
"My God!" the wife exclaimed, "Schwartz is dead!"
The 4th Affair
A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door.
"Hurry," she said, "stand in the corner." She rubbed baby oil all over him, then dusted him with talcum powder. "Don't move until I tell you," she said, " pretend you're a statue."
"What's this?" the husband inquired as he entered the room. "Oh it's a statue," she replied, "the Smiths bought one and I liked it so I got one for us, too."
No more was said, not even when they went to bed. Around 2 AMthe husband got up, went to the kitchen and returned with a sandwich and a beer. "Here," he said to the statue, have this. I stood like that for two days at the Smiths and nobody offered me a damned thing."
The 5th Affair
A man walked into a cafe, went to the bar and ordered a beer.
"Certainly, Sir , that'll be one cent."
"One Cent?" the man exclaimed.
He glanced at the menu and asked:"How much for a nice juicy steak and a bottle of wine?"
"A nickel," the barman replied.
"A nickel?" exclaimed the man. "Where's the guy who owns this place?"
The bartender replied: "Upstairs, with my wife."
The man asked: "What's he doing upstairs with your wife?"The bartender replied: "The same thing I'm doing to his business down here."
The 6th Affair
Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside.
He looked up and said weakly: "I have something I must confess." "There's no need to, " his wife replied.
"No," he insisted, "I want to die in peace.
I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!" "I know," she replied, " now just rest and let the poison work."
Returned the DVD’s to Block Busters, and looked around for dinner as I have been at work since 5:45am, and do not feel like cooking. Pulled into the Taco Bell drive in, and order a number 5. Now there are two cars in front of me, so I turned the radio up a little and glance over at the bank across the street. 4:28 pm.
Trying to list the stuff I need to do in the morning- I listen to the music, so wanting a cold shower. A notice the first car leaves and the one in front of me pulls up. Notice more cars pulling up behind me. The hand starts tapping on the door. The other car pulls off. 4:42 pm and at the window.
Paying my bill, taking the drink, I ask for hot sauce as I pull off the paper on the straw. Taking a big drink of the soda, I felt a little better. 5:10pm, I pulled my cell phone out and call the number on the window. Yes- I had a bad day, and after 32 minutes of waiting in a freaking drive in for lunch/dinner, someone was going to hear about it.
I just got to a human when they handed me my order. Told the man as I pulled away from the window, sure the people behind me was just as pissed, that I should of just put the damn truck in park, walked in and order, would have been back before anyone noticed me gone.
Also told them where a great place to open up a fast food place is, right were they own some land. Thank you can put one there?
Got to love a sis who does the Whammy for you. ROFL Thanks Birdy.
20:26 May 20 2007 Times Read: 1,912
Whammy put on dicktator
22:18:18 - May 20 2007
Times Read: 5
There are some days when I REALLY would not mind inflicting massive pain on people.
Especially when they hurt the ones I love.
Some pimply faced, stupid, can't spell cat, thinking with his dick, blind, teenage male child, signed on just long enough to leave nasty remarks to my friend.
NO ONE is allowed to do that (but me and the cat)....NO ONE. SO..... I am officially putting a wammy out there.....
May his zits stay until 21.
May he not get a date until 22.
May his dick not work sexually for the next 6 months....but may he try daily with his own sweaty hands.
May he be sent to school where he is forced to repeat spelling and grammar.
May he never be able to write nasty stuff on a web site again...when he attempts it....the computer will mysteriously shut down.
May he be thumped on the ears by Grandma until he learns how to treat others with respect.
May a stray cat find him and scratch his ankles and rip holes in his favorite jeans. Not to mention coughing up a fur ball on his shoes.
And finally.......may a flock of birds fly over and poop on his head once a week until he learns the above.
Yes ... brave enough to put a picture of myself as my icon. Thing is- I can not get it to the size I want, the size it is in my journal from April.
VR keeps loading it smaller.
*grrrr* Have I told you of late how much I hate computers? I need help from someone who understands them. lol
Or the red headed witch goes back up, I swear it. Maybe Nita can help me later, or Connie.
Ok- I have got to start my day- 5 hours to do laundry, clean the house, do the PILE of dishes in my sink, mop, uhhh... and oh yes- go to the grocery store and have dinner cooked for the company that is coming over at 5:00pm
But the 3 hour nap from this morning, after rating a little on VR calmed my mind, was just wonderful. :) I love naps on the weekends.
*Goes to turn on the stereo- the big one, the main one in the living room that will shake the window*
What to listen to? No Doult? Pink? Or ZZ Top?
Ok- off, the picture coming off when I have time and the witch back on. To much stress for ... what?
Ah screw it- I see the soundtrack from Blade 3 coming on. Wonder how long till the cops come to visit me? lol
But its more. VR to. I always wanted VR to be fun for me, to be a place I can unwind and enjoy.
Maybe not so much now.
Lot of changes for me on VR.
LOTS!
*sigh*
A lot of people I like and respect, some I am just plain nervous around. Fear? Have to say it- yes.
Who's fault? Mine.
VR was to be fun, a place to unwind and enjoy.
I have to give it time- for me to adjust to the new people around me, the new jobs.
But the list of things to do in my life is growing. Looks upon it with .... fear?, dread?
But part of me is happy- VR had gotten to be dull, a little boring.
Well- that went to hell in a hand basket really fast.
LOL
Lets just take a breath and take on only that I can handle.
My real life has been put off- things pushed aside. I have to change it back to were it is my real life with VR for my free time. Not VR, then a little for what I need in real life. I have to put VR back into the bottle.
I have to do that for me.
Yes- time to make VR a place for fun. Not work, stress of what I need to have done.
I need to remember these people will not judge me, and that if they do- It means nothing.
Self doult is eating at me... why? Would they asked you to be there if they did not want you? You have something to offer. Damn it! Stop that. Most that will happen is you will be asked nicely to leave.
A website. Just a website.
*thinks of all the profile were they live the fantasy of VR.*
Snorts...
Yeah- lets keep VR real here, Katie.
Lets keep it fun, a place to unwind and talk to the hand full of friends that have earn my trust. That you want to be around, as much as online can allow. Those that make you smile.
Ok. * pulling on the brake, slowing the VR train down to were I can enjoy the view*
This is not work. This is not all on you.
:) Well I feel better. LOL
So glad only my friends will know what I am talking about.
While I do not wish to get into the shit slinging of his comments, I wanted to have a say on this part. Sorry- but I have a thing about males who have this attitude, in what ever form.
There are only a few types of people who change their mind several times within minutes:
· Little kids
· Teenagers
· Females in general
· Females particularly 4 days a month
· Females who are pregnant
· People suffering from Alzheimer’s
· Senile people
Well... let me pick. As I am not pregnant, and the other option is not it, I guess its the female in general that works for me.
What am I changing my mind several times a minute about? Just the degree of how insulting you are.
Children, teens, women, elders, and people who are ill. What does that leave? Ohhh.... wait, I know.
Wasn't she a plus size woman? I think she was. Great!
17:53 May 18 2007 Times Read: 2,002
You know... some of these scare me at how close they are. :)
Which Old Hollywood Beauty Are You?
Jayne MansfieldYou are Jayne Mansfield!! You are beautiful and sexy, and not afraid to show it off. You are a great leader, and not afraid to say what you think and feel. However, your looks are an illusion. You have a very dark side that not many people know about.
Moral dilemma this morning that I would love input on.
First- a little history. A family lives above me, right at my back door, across the street. In this family is a young boy of ten or eleven years old. They have a ball goal right next to the street that runs between us.
So imagine- the energy of a young child, parents who let him play outside as long as there is light, or that he can see by the streetlights. While it would not bother most people, I have such weird working hours, that it pisses me off.
You know about the neighborhood rooster. Well let me tell you of the basketball.
Thump…Thump…Thump…Thump…Thump.
A few months ago, I pulled into my driveway to find the basketball in my yard, having rolled down from the street. Not the first time to find it there, but this was the first time I kicked it way under my porch. *Arched eyebrows, and a look of innocent attempted*
Silent was the early morning and the late night.
Until they brought another ball a week later.
Thump…Thump…Thump…Thump…Thump. (Just in case you have forgot that sound.)
Now it has been a few months, and another ball has shown up in my yard, flowerbed, and rose bushes. Mocking me.
Last Sunday morning I came home and found the ball in my gravel driveway. Not just in my driveway- but in the center of my driveway. I rolled my car softly up to it, flashes of the me laying in bed, hearing the…
Thump…Thump…Thump…Thump….Thump
I feel the rubber hit my tire…but paused. How much freaking damage can this stupid ball do to my car? I gave a deep breath out, turned the wheel, and went thru the yard to park my car under the carport.
Getting out of the car, I look back to see the ball, just sitting there. Knowing the kid would be out early- at the sunrise, I swear…him and that freaking rooster.
I walked toward it and looked down upon it at 2:00am, knowing the brat would have it bouncing in a few hours.
I picked it up and carried it over toward the trashcans, throwing it in and scoring me 2 points. I covered it with a box my birdseed came in, and left it there.
Trash day came and I threw it away. So as a rate of hell I will get for this- are we seeing me with level one “Is it hot in here, or is that just me?” Or ten – the Puft mashmallow man of the Ghostbuster movie.
LOL
Maybe a mute point as I found a nice new shiny ball under my willow tree this morning.
O.o
*thinks fondly of her childhood- were if you kept losing your toys, you were shit out of luck as they were not replaced*
The Garfield song was mentioned to me a few nights ago, and I got this song stuck in my head from that conversation. No, it is not the Garfield song. That would make just WAY TOO much sense, now wouldn’t it? * gives you a look* How long you known me? Come on now- keep up with the crazy lady here.
Oh no- I have this song from the Muppet Movie stuck in my head. Took me forever to find this as all I could remember was the song’s tempo. Now that I have listened to it, and I hope gotten it stuck in that SOMEONES head, I can sleep tonight. *evil grin*
Ok- that is not the reason why I cannot sleep- but going to blame him anyway. LOL
2:00am and time for me to sleep some more.
*Hums the tempo as I get climb back into bed...doog-a-doon, doog-a-doon...* LOL
Movin' right along in search of good times and good news,
With good friends, you can't lose,
This could become a habit.
Opportunity knocked once, let's reach out and grab it,
Together we'll nab it.
We'll hitch-hike, bus, or yellow cab it.
Movin' right along, foot-loose and fancy free.
Gettin' there is half the fun; come share it with me.
Movin' right along (doog-a-doon, doog-a-doon)
We'll learn to share the load.
We don't need a map to keep this show on the road.
Movin' right along we found a life on the highway,
And your way is my way, so trust my navigation.
California here we come, that pie-in-the-sky land.
Palm trees and warm sand, though sadly we just left Rhode Island.
Movin' right along, hey, L.A., where've you gone?
Send someone to fetch us, we're in Saskatchewan.
Movin' right along (doog-a-doon, doog-a-doon)
You take it, you know best.
Hey, I've never seen the sun come up in the West.
Movin' right along, we're truly birds of a feather,
We're in this together, and you know where you're goin'.
Movie stars with flashy cars and life with the top down.
We're stormin' the big town.
Yeah! Storm is right, should it be snowin'?
Movin' right along, do I see signs of men?
Yeah, "welcome" on the same post that says "come back again."
Movin' right along, foot-loose and fancy free.
You're ready for the big time, is it ready for me?
*opens an umbrella, and covers her head* Do you see them up in the sky? Flying around?
Dad met Hillary when he moved her when she was a young lawyer. I just never ever believed he would say the words “I would vote for a female president.”
Went with Dad to go pick up the truck the two-speed was stuck in low. Upon asking Dad what happen to it, he said the two-speed been replaced, just old age and its time to go.
Good to know it was not just me. We drive to the next town, a very small town, but one of the best diesel machinists in the area name Jerry, and get out of Dad’s pickup.
Now Jerry owns and runs his own shop. One man deal. People come from all around for him to have him work on their trucks. The town is called Livingston, and his shop is the only thing on mainstreet, but for a small gas station with a little store inside.
I walk over to were he has the motor out of a Ryder tractor, and he says to me “You be nice and I will tell you what your daddy said about you.” I just gave a very unlady like huff and shot right back at him “Nothing I have not heard before.” He laughs and I look toward dad, who has a grin on his face.
I see a plotting of evilness going on. LOL O.O Yes- it runs in the family.
“He said only thing wrong with that truck was a woman driving it.” Yes- you read that right. Anyone else said that to me would be chewed-up and spat out on the ground at my feet. *rat roars*
But I know it is a reference to the forklift joke of a few weeks ago. Dad does like to share our funnies with Jerry.
And this older man just loves to try to get me started. What to do? Here are two older men that would defend me to the end, my rights to drive anything and everything I took a liking too. What to do… what to do. *sigh* Well- I did the only thing a woman would do. I shot back. ;)
“Well- I think it’s the male mechanic that put it in wrong. You ever thought to hire a woman? Ooooohhh. Score one for the girl!” I did my famous happy dance, and Jerry just busted out laughing. I like making him laugh, has a rich wonderful laugh.
I see revenge on my father. Hummmm. Have to think on it, needs to be a good one.
Know how people, and myself, moan and bitch about the ratings they get? Well I rated a whelp and she ... 1. took the time to return the rate, and 2. wrote this cute little comment:
hi i don't realy know how to rate yet so ya 6 i love your profile^^
sanwolf13
05:52:48
May 15 2007
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Ahhhh... she gave me a 6. Now don't take this wrong- I really think its cute. She loved my profile, but did not know how to rate. Ahhhh...
Edit here, personal stuff about her mother in law: I know everybody is tired of hearing about it, but on the high side, when I come down, hopefully we can celebrate my win, Connie being better, Nita getting a job she loves, and you...well, you need to have a major company buy out the business for great big WADS of cash, but want to keep you on as a forklift consultant *evil grin*
On 23:02:20 May 15 2007 ______wrote:
*rat tries to bite her puppy*
Grrrrr!! ROFLMAO!
You are just too lovable. No wonder his family loves you.
Yes- I agree. You have come to the point were it has to be handled, and you have to understand it might not go your way, but at least its going.
On 23:05:55 May 15 2007 RedQueen wrote:
*dodges big hairy rat teeth*
Hey watch that- I just showered for the mother in law- no parting the fur the wrong way...lol
And that is it exactly- one way or the other, in a couple of months all this will be over...and I will be so relieved, and then I can tell her to kiss my rat's ass *no offense*
On 23:07:53 May 15 2007 ----------- wrote:
*rat looks at her puppy*
None taking. But then you can just tell the "bitch" to "Bark" off.
*Smirk*
On 23:16:20 May 15 2007 RedQueen wrote:
YEE HAW- hell I"m half tempted to wait till I get there with ya'll and let you guys take a poke at her with sharp instruments...lol
On 23:18:17 May 15 2007 -------------- wrote:
Pulls out my sharpest knife.
Poke Poke Poke.
:) She so full of hot air, she might PoP
On 23:19:03 May 15 2007 RedQueen wrote:
I don' shive a git as long as she goes AWAY!!!!!
LMAO
besides you promised to bbq fart her to death
On 23:20:28 May 15 2007 -------------- wrote:
*rat holds up her finger*
And BBQ beans. Don't forget the BBQ beans...
*rat lifts a butt cheek and lets out a fart*
RedQueen:
ATTA GIRL!!!!!
ROFLMAO
see, I knew I liked you for a reason- you indulge in chemical warfare, same as me...*hikes a cheek form Sunday's cookout*
Have you seen these labels on VR? I don’t mean the ones Cancer has given those select few, the ones who keep the site going. (Hugs to all those that volunteer time and effort) I mean the ones people give them self’s. Like right now there is one with Protector under his averter.
Can I have one? *rat bounces around, trying to get the attention of those who hand them out* Can I have one of these- Asshole? Smartass? Big Hooters?
Ok ok...the last one might have been a stretch… but the others ones fit, I swear. *rat smile, begging look on her face.*
Cadillac pickup, my eggs, bank stock, and jail time. :)
19:29 May 15 2007 Times Read: 2,139
Meet with the CPA today… as he still does not have my taxes out. *Rat growl* I love him, but he is the worst person to meet a deadline. He called yesterday and asked me questions on paperwork I did back in February. HEELLLOOOO!!! I don’t remember what I did last week, and you want me to remember numbers from 3 months ago?
He Ohhh sooo loving pointed out my error in math- but then I Ohhh sooo loving pointed out his error in the interest he was reporting on the moving company. Hell- if it made that much money off its two CD’s, I am ready to hang up the going out of business sign today. *wishful look* Hey- you do the same job for 26 years and tell me you would not look forward to ending it.
*sigh* That is a rant for another day. * shoves the soap box aside *
Then he, out of the blue, asked me about the bank stock. “I know you have some, as I see the dividend checks.” Gee… noisy much? I told him I almost called him about it, and he pouted…those lovely full lips just pouted. I had to laugh, as he winked at me. “I though you would. I had other people ask me.” Who knew he would be hurt? Ahhh kind of sweet.
We talked a little about it, how it was a chunk of money, but the take over bank had been unable to get the controlling stock. Offer was withdrawal. He asked me why we did not sale. Nothing like having a CPA question your decision to make you uncertain of your choice. *works my shoulders as tension builds*
I gave him my reason, and he agreed the letter was a little vague on its proposal of payment, and he agreed the bank would most likely be back on its feet in a few years, if watched closely, and the FDIC is doing just that, as well as few of the higher stockowners.
“So I did right, following my gut?” I asked him as a joke. He smiled and said, “We will wait and see.” Gee- thanks! LOL Guess we will, guess we will. Hey- I did my best… with what education I have. Gut feelings have gotten me this far. So… *sigh*
We made the jokes we do every time we meet, of the $$ cars, vacations or homes we are going to buy with the money we hide under fake deductions. “Can a BMW car move furniture?” “Sure… put a trailer hitch on it.” We decided the $2,400.00 he had trouble balancing was my down payment on his new corvette, his dream car. Dream on honey… it is the down payment on my new Cadillac pickup. LOL
Then I ask the big questions of how much I will owe. This is when he takes deep breath and tells me “I don’t know… how much can you get for your first born?” I smiled at this very church going man and say, “You mean how much can I get for my eggs?” Poor guy blushed. LOL Opppss, did I say that? Guess he will not ask me that again. His wife though is was funny.
We talk of estimated taxes that I have paid in April, and he jokes with me about what jail food taste like. I told him I was going in with Paris Hilton, not to worry about me. Skinny chick will give me all her food. :)
Do you know when your sister is hunting for the bag of large rubber bands she uses to keep paperwork together when she files them in record storage, and she asks my father “Dad, were are those large rubbers at?” When you bust out laughing, she will walk across the room and slap you on the back of the head. O.0
When you hang up the phone from talking to a stupid ass and you try to write something down, pen not working and I go on a rant of “I would love a fu-king pen that works. It is so much to ask for a fu-king pen to work. Fu-k, were are all my pens!?” She will throw pens at you, sailing them across the room until you laugh, telling you “Here is your pens, now shut the fu-k up.” O.o
Yes- you have to love working with family. Or so they tell me.
Gothic B & B that RedQueen keeps talking about has me showing you The Castle Farm in Versailles, Ky. It was built 27 years ago by a man after he took his bride to England, and she fell in love with the castles.
The marriage did not last, but he never would sale the castle. Rumor is he was broken hearted, and would not let it go. Reminded him of her and the love they shared. No one has every lived in the Castle.
After he died, it was sold to a man name Mr. Thomas R. Post out of Florida. He started to work on the home, and it had a fire, burning all of the inside, damaged the walls of the inner home. He is rebuilding it, making it a bed and breakfast. It will also host parties, weddings, and such.
A strong, loving woman who raised me to be as one.
I recall as a child, my mother on a Saturday night, home with us as my father was always gone on the road, and she would play cards with us. The chips were M&M's.
We would be in our PJ's, and her hair in curls and pins. And the music was playing. As always- my mother had the music playing.
My mother had us later in life, and with Dad gone on the road... she treated us as friends, in a way. We were all she had, if you think about it.
I have been trying to pick out a song for her.. but its very hard, as she loved all kinds of music. After letting my mind just float over my childhood- I picked one.
*smiles* Happy Mothers Day to my mom, and to all those on VR.
Here is the song that brings my mother to me, in my heart. She always danced to this with us. I love her very very much.
This weekend of VR I have been taken back by a few things.
Not bad things... in fact I think they will work out to be some very intresting things.
And to be told of these things just made me happy. :) I will not even touch the other things that happen. ( I know- you are sitting there shaking you head, thinking she has lost what little brain cells she had. I know you are... LOL)
I know- this makes no sense to anyone, but .... I just had to mark what this weekend is to me.
I can't wait to see all her hard work pay off. I think she is just the person for the job. ;)
I have got to work on my insulting skills. Seems even when I do it, people take it wrong. Just so it is clear on what I meant by the post on the main forum.
Glass houses. You should not throw stones if you live in a glass house.
If you are going to bit-h about people, then you should make sure you are not doing the same thing that you accuse them of.
And by the way- for the record, here in black and white: STABB666 is a person I call a friend.
Deal with it, or stay away from me.
And no- I am not a suck up. If you knew me at all, you would know just how untrue that is. Trust me- I will tell you what I think, no matter who you are.
:)
And I do remember Lord Lestat. Fake's I don't need. I will stay with true friends.
Let me tell you something not many people know about me. Not that its at all shocking, just not common knowledge.
I have played RPG Vampire The Masquerade going on 13 years. :) Brujah is my favorite clan to play. What? You are not suprised by that? Damn... have to work on my bullshit skills.
What was that? Oh yes- Bachelors in Bullshit and a Minor in Hard Knocks. ;)
Tonights famous line of the game was said by no other then Connie: "That was not a "Honey come here, I am hungry" hiss!" LMAO O.O
In honor of our Game Mistress of the last 10 years, I play a song from one of my favorite vampire movies.
*sings along* When your strange, no one remembers your name. When your strange..
Is it a bad thing? to click on the new members profile, scan, rate, and stamp.... then go over to LadyKrystalynDarkstar Journal to see all the funny comments I missed?
And how she would answer them?
Is it a bad thing? * smiles *
What can I say- I love being bad... bad, bad, bad woman.
We have a saying at work, FUF. Stands for “Fucked Up Friday.” Guess what today is. or was? *drinks more of the Jack Daniel’s Watermelon Spike* Well, at least this morning was FUF. Yes- while Monday and the others days are fucked up to, Friday just hit us the most.
It started at 5:45am, when I arrived at work. FUF #1- Dad tells me the small pack van I was to drive fan belt broke yesterday as he went to fuel it up. A/C was not working yesterday, and he asked if any motor lights had come on. Nope. Well- we will have to switch the load to another truck. No big problem as it was two golf bags with clubs, small bar refrigerator, small desk, and metal folding stool. Oh and the reason I was taking two men with me, instead of one…the console piano.
Yes- small job that we will make no money on, but you take the small with the large with the military. When one of the men showed up at 6:00, truck pulled up, and we started to switch the load. All the while we listed all the FUF we have went thru in the years we have worked together.
Then we left dad to park the other truck as I went to call the other man, seeing why he is late. 6:15 am, and FUF #2- while he is up, dress, ready to go to work (7 hours riding time with a 15 min work day) he tells me he can not find his wallet, must left it at his girlfriends house. Ft. Campbell – no photo ID, you do not get on the base.
I tell him to enjoy his day off, and hang up, saying a few cuss words. Now what? I could call a mover around the base, deal with finding a man, paying a six-hour rate they will charge you, at a rate that is about the same as I pay my men, but this is a Captain, and we need to use care… so I called another helper. He was asleep, but said he would love the job. We waited, as I listen to the how the one man was going to spend his overtime money. I am sitting there, thinking of how we are losing money. *sigh*
This leads us to FUF #3- After fueling the truck, we leave town at 7:00am. About 15 miles out of town I call dad to tell him the RPM were max out at 55 MPG, the motor sounding like it was not shifting up, two- speed stuck in low. He brings out another truck and we reload the shipment for the second time this morning. *holds up her finger… one, then another.* Twice.
Now- almost two hours later, we are on the road again. We reached the next town and the guys did a high five as we had gotten this far. Assholes. We did not even get out of that town when one of the men cell rings. His wife has had a car wreak on her way to work. She is hurt, and wants him to come to her. Well at least we were not having her day.
Yes sir, Fucked Up Friday, and all this within two hours.
*drinks the rest of her cocktails and opens another*
Music to drink by: ACDC Highway to Hell. :) Oh... no fear of me getting drunk, to tired for that. A few more and I will be asleep like a baby.
Means: "I'm going to drink myself dangerously stupid, and stand by a stream with a stick in my hand, while the fish swim by in complete safety."
"IT'S A GUY THING"
Means: "There is no rational thought pattern connected with it, and you have no chance at all of making it logical".
"CAN I HELP WITH DINNER?"
Means: "Why isn't it already on the table?"
"UH HUH," "SURE, HONEY," OR "YES, DEAR..."
Means: Absolutely nothing. It's a conditioned response.
"IT WOULD TAKE TOO LONG TO EXPLAIN"
Means: "I have no idea how it works."
"I WAS LISTENING TO YOU. IT'S JUST THAT I HAVE THINGS ON MY MIND."
Means: "I was wondering if that redhead over there is wearing a bra."
"TAKE A BREAK HONEY, YOU'RE WORKING TOO HARD".
Means: "I can't hear the game over the vacuum cleaner."
"THAT'S INTERESTING, DEAR."
Means: "Are you still talking?"
"YOU KNOW HOW BAD MY MEMORY IS."
Means: "I remember the theme song to 'F Troop', the address of the first girl I ever kissed, and the vehicle identification numbers of every car I've ever owned, but I forgot your birthday."
"I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU, AND GOT YOU THESE ROSES".
Means: "The girl selling them on the corner had great tits."
"OH, DON'T FUSS, I JUST CUT MYSELF, IT'S NO BIG DEAL."
Means: "I have actually severed a limb, but will bleed to death before I admit that I'm hurt."
"HEY, I'VE GOT MY REASONS FOR WHAT I'M DOING".
Means: "And I sure hope I think of some pretty soon."
"I CAN'T FIND IT."
Means: "It didn't fall into my outstretched hands, so I'm completely clueless."
"WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME?"
Means: "What did you catch me at?"
"I HEARD YOU."
Means: "I haven't the foggiest clue what you just said, and am hoping desperately that I can fake it well enough so that you don't spend the next three days yelling at me."
"YOU KNOW I COULD NEVER LOVE ANYONE ELSE"
Means: "I am used to the way you yell at me, and realize it could be worse."
"YOU LOOK TERRIFIC"
Means: "Please don't try on one more outfit, I'm starving."
Really should not do this, but going to anyway. So fair warning- this journal entry will be very random, because I am very, very tired. Like anything I write makes much sense. lol :)
Hmm… worked on a three-day relocation of an E-6, Army. Wife and the 2 ½ year old child was the only ones we meet, the member not due home till Sunday. Nothing unusually. What was unusually was the member. She was a small thing, came up to my chest, but bossy… we could not go into the master bedroom on the first day because her child was still asleep. Makes you go.. "Huh?"
We had to wait while she pulled out items she needed for the next two days. Proud of my guys, as they did not point out she was to have this done before we arrived to the apartment. An apartment that was on the third floor.
We all know how much I hate stairs. *sigh*
Let’s see…she had a dog, name Jack. Big dog. Big dog that liked to jump on your chest. Big dog that liked to find you bent over and stick his cold wet nose in your face when you are busy. Big dog that loved to bark. Big dog who’s tail would beat you to death as he was just so happy to have new friends. I liked the dog. For about three hours, then it just pissed me off. By the end of the day- he lost all cuteness. :)
But the lady… I am sorry, but she was crazy. She would ask me if I seen the sleeping bag in the closet I am packing. I had one box packed, and I never seen a sleeping bag. She would leave, return in a few minutes to ask me again “There is a sleeping bag in there. Please don’t pack it.” “There is no sleeping bag in here, madam.” “You packed it already?” *sigh* And she did this shit for three days. I don’t know what meds she was on, but… I so don't want any.
Dad was told after he asked her several times about items in the kitchen to packed everything but a few items on one area of the counter. Well, he did. Around 4:00pm, I came back into the apartment from a break to be meet at the door by a very pissed off woman. “Your father packed my dirty dishes.” I bite back a laugh, and just let her go… she was “Deathly” allergic to mold…made me wonder if she knew what the black stuff growing on the nasty shower curtain was I had packed a few hours before… and he will unpack the items. NOW!
My father had 11 dish packs packed, having worked since 8:15am, with about a 45 minute break, and she thinks anyone is going to unpack those? I pulled out the cell and hit the inspector phone number. “I heard you tell him that everything in the kitchen went, madam.” “The were 5 plates, bowls, and 2 glasses in the dishwasher. I never though you would pack them.” She told me in a huff. “Well…yes we would. We have pack dishes out of a dishwasher many times.”
Asking Dad how dirty they were, he stated, “They were not more dirty then the other dishes I packed.” Ohhh… that just set the little lady off on a rant. LOL “What does that mean?!” Can you see were I get my bluntness?
I felt my blood pressure rise as I dealt with the inspector- who agreed with me that we would not be unpacking, the member should have been ready to move. To keep peace, I told her in the 2 days they were in the box, wrapped in packing paper, if they mold, I would wash them by hand and get all traces of mold off them. She was happy, and the problem was solved.
When we made delivery at Ft. Knox yesterday, she did not want them unpacked. *Cuss words, and evil look.* All that drama and now she doesn't care? Gods- I hate drama queens.
Did I mention how she hit on one of the guys. “You look so much like my husband. You could be his cousin.” And she would not leave him alone. Any question she had- he got it. And comment she made- it was toward him. Joke of the three days… “Kissing cousin maybe.” She was even brave enough to ask for his phone number… *sigh*
Ohhh… lets not forget the hamsters. Empty cage on top of the box, I picked it up and packed it. Reached down for the another one and I see stuff in it, and as I picked it up it came loose. Then I see this brown thing running around. I drop the cage and yelled for her. She comes in, saying to me “What!?” I looked at her and bite my tongue… “Is there animals in this cage?”
“Why yes. You did not bother them, did you?” Ok… does the whole concept of being ready to move just sail by some people? “Why yes- I did. Did you tell me not to?” Now it’s my fault I touched the damn cage? I left her the job of putting the little fur ball back in the cage as the dog tried to eat it. Hey- she should have told me the damn things were there, and I would have left it alone. Trust me- I would of so left it alone. Hahaha.
Then we have the German Shrunk. She told me of this piece and how very $$ it was on the phone. I know what a shrunk is, and she did not have one. She had a cheap ugly three-piece entertainment center. Sorry- but it was. Looked to be about 20 years old, meaning she brought it used. It had glassed/mirrored doors on it folks. I mean …ugly. When it was moved last, two of the doors were broken. She warned me she did not want anymore broken.
To calm her down on this piece, I removed the doors and wrap them in moving pads. Then put them in cartons. She was so happy- until we tried to put them back on. My father had unpacked them and when he pulled the tape off pads, he threw away the little tiny screws that I had taped on the pads, keeping them with the doors they came off. *Cuss words*
He did this out in the yard as he folded the pads. And no matter what Nita told me last night as we talked on the phone to catch up on each others lives, I was not going to do a “Honey I Sunk the Kids” search for the tiny screws. The laugh I got thinking of us on hanging mid air with ropes, magnifying glass hat on each of us as we tried to find them, was funny as hell, or I might have been so sleepy I was slaphappy by then. Either way- thanks sis. You made me laugh, as always.
We ended up finding all the screws but for four, found them stuck on the tape Dad removed, leaving two doors off. “I got good news and bad news. Good news- all the door are here, we did not break any like the last movers did. Bad news… we lost the screws to two of them and can not put them back on.” She was not happy.
Then, neither was I. Dad even watched me tape the screws on the pads…. *growls* But it was my fault, I should have reminded him about them. * raises hand* I was the one who “F” ed up, no one else.
Ohhh… don’t you worry, I was paid back in full for that little mistake. I had to stay and baby-sit the kid *eye twitching* as she and one of the guys went to the PX, Walmart, and Lowe’s to try and find some screws to put the last ones on. None found. Lowe’s said they could order them and took the information. We left her with the understanding her husband is to do the labor, and I would pay him for his time.
Kid was ok… for having no toys unpacked, no food, no TV, could not go outside, no friends, sleepy and cranky, nothing but me to play with. You do remember that I really do not like kids, right? Tired, sleepy, hot, and dirty…pissed at the stupid mistake and now I have to baby-sit a two year old? *eye still twisting*
Yes… so paid back for that little mistake in judgment. Next time- tape the screws right onto the damn glass- screws it if the sticky glue sticks to it. Is it just me- but would you leave your child with a stranger? I mean… she knew nothing about me. Just seemed strange. Trust me, if it had been my child- her butt would have been with me, never leave my child with a stranger.
So… let’s see. Driving times: 4 hours Monday, 4 hours Tuesday, 6 hours Wednesday, 4 hours today, and I have to go to Ft. Campbell in the morning, so… 7 hours more. Total of 21 hours driving time this week, on top of the hours worked. My ass is so going to be so flat by Saturday, from all the sitting I am doing.
What is Saturday? A day I am going to get back in a car for another 4-hour trip, but this time for fun. Safe to say I am staying home on Sunday.
I did get to come home today at 2:00pm… Yeah! That was nice.
Ok…enough bitching about my shitty week, and time to get some food. Then I am going to bed early. Night all.
While the video is not my favorite- the song is so very very true. It is one I listen to, sound turned all the way up, singing with the song, and by the end of it... in a mood to move forward. I hope it does the same for you girls.
I am with you, even if I am not near. Just a cell call away.
My sis- RedQueen: Hold on and you will get thru this, I swear. But a cow skin rug would look good in my office. ;)
Nightgame: Here's to the arm being just a pulled muscle. I will call you if I can from Fort Knox to check on you around noon, if not I will call you when I get home later in the night. :)
And Elemental: Never doult what you are worth, as you are priceless to me, my birdy. :)
*rat hugs her family, and runs off to bed, to get a few hours sleep.*
Love each and every one of you. Remember- It makes you that much stronger.
I have to be in bed in a few hours...going to work early for the next three mornings... worked today, off and on, doing housework... and I am just in a strange mood.
Birdy needs her feathers plucked... I am just saying. LOL
Good thing I love her, or I really would hate her.
PMS, NO sleep, bitchy mood, two deaths in the family right after each other, seeing just how fragile my own parents are, and way to much food .....
Note to self: Next time- say NO when she ask if I want to go out for dinner when I am in that mood. Just stay home, alone... and do a workout. That would of worked so much better for me.
Doggie!! DAMN! You peoples like it ruff and wild...as that song goes "You and me baby aint nothin' but mamals so it lets do it like they do it on the discovery channel"!!!
Walked into the office this morning to see we had a visitor. Dad tells me who he is, as I have not seen him in years. My Aunt who died last week only son, the one they had to hunt down, the one who left her in the nursing home to die. The one people had to send money to so he could return home from LA., one who has been in jail for dealing and taking drugs, stealing checks, and running cons.
I looked at Dad and see he is not happy. I asked him what I could do for him, and he said he just stop by to visit, worried about my father, as he did not show up to the service of his mother, or his nephew a few days before. I will not point out that he never showed up for his cousin service either. Then he sniffled, wiped at his eyes as if he was crying. I looked at Dad and he was frowning, so I knew that was not the first time the man done this.
“I told him I was working.” Dad was, but not because he had to. It was because he wanted to stay away from the family. “He was. We had a big delivery that day and I needed all hands on deck.” The guy looked at me, and his eyes just gave me the willies. “He should have been allowed to come if he wanted to.” Now that was funny. My father is not one who you tell what to do. Reason we fight like cats and dogs some days. "I did what I wanted to do. I told him that." Dad said, looking at him. I see the guy did not believe him.
I see dad going to grab keys and telling me he is starting the trucks up for the jobs. He leaves the office, and I turn back to the little piss ant that needed crushed. Ok- I did not sleep well last night, 1:30 to 3:00 on the Rave, rating. I am having PMS, and hungry. Not my better days and this little shit thinks he is going to find a new money train in my father? If his head was a payday candy bar, covered in chocolate- I would of bite it off at the shoulder.
I put my stuff down and walked toward him, not really in the mood. I asked him to tell me the truth of why he was here. He told the same lie. I smiled, and crossed my arms over my chest, feeling the anger growing inside me. “You have not seen my father in years, so cut the bullshit.” He played the “looking shocked” card well, but not that well. “I see what the rumors in town are true. You are keeping my Uncle from doing what he wants.” “Bud, you don’t know shit. What…you plan to step in and take care of him? Let him pay your bills, live off him, and then when he is not able to take care of himself, you plan to put him away and live off his check? Get control of his estate, so you can have the money?”
In other words- what he did to his own mother. He stood and I waited for his comeback. “I see you have your mother’s mouth.” WTF???? Ohhhhh… my "not one of my better days" just went downward. He brought my mother into it now. BIG mistake. It was time this dick got out of my face. I told him I would end this here and now. My parents own one rental property, and a little money. They do not even own the house they live in. He was wasting his time, trying to con anyone here. He needed to get off and stay off my property. If I see him around my father again, he will see I also have my mother’s mean strike, and that would not end well for him.
He told me not to threaten him, and the hate in his eyes might have backed me off several years ago, but not any more. And these last few weeks have taught me that my mom and dad are in the last years of their lives. I step up to him, seeing how he bullied his mother those many years and I looked him right back in the eye. “Trust me- you do not want to test me. Now get out of here.”
He left the office and I watched as he walked over to my father. They talked and Dad looked toward the office, and I waited. Dad is big enough man to take care of himself, but I kept a eye on him. If Dad got upset, I was so ready to kick some ass. A few minutes later the guy held out his hand to Dad, but dad never took it. He left right after that, as the men started to show up for work.
I asked Dad later what he had said, and he said he hinted around he had no were to live now, no money or job. Dad said he told him that was not his problem, and he had to finish getting the trucks ready. (A lie, as the trucks are ready…Dad was just trying to stay away from the guy) I asked him why he never took his handshake, and dad said he was afraid he would get grease on him.
Dad said the “Boy is no good, and I don’t want anything to do with him. He would steal the coins off a dead man’s eyes. Told him to keep his problems away from me."
*sigh* Fear this is not the last we have heard from him.
Yes, I have to admit it- I like reading the closed forum threads. :) I like to see the stupid questions or comments that are made to get the thread closed, and how it was handle by the Dominars.
Is that mean of me? Really... you think so? *shrugs*
Well- I wanted to just pont out this one. I read the intro and cringe... thinking this one is going to be ugly.
Does anyone else fail in everything they try to do?
Posted: 16:40:54 - May 04 2007
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i'm writing this in here coz right now my mascara is running like fuck.
It seems that everything i try and do i just toally skrew up and i cant take it anyomre.
I dont want to be a giant fuck up forever but im so scared i will be.
Does anyone else feel like this and if so what can i do to stop it?
Dont suggest that i might be an emo because i dont want to die i just want to be successful in something.
BillytheJust
Sire (28)
Posts: 761
When your world turns totally upside down...been there - done that..and it's happening again. Best to learn to listen to your inner voice and to ride the waves. Nobody is a fuck up. It only means that change is on the horizon. What you want is not always what's in plan for you.
But lets keep the Dear Abbey letters off the threads. ~ billy
Connie said I should not use the word pee.... LOL.
20:51 May 03 2007 Times Read: 2,439
During one of her daily classes a teacher trying to teach good manners, asked her students the following question:
"Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?"
Michael said, "Just a minute I have to go pee."
The teacher responded by saying, "That would be rude and impolite.
What about you Peter, how would you say it?"
Peter said, "I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." "That's better, but it's still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the dinner table.
"And you, little Johnny, can you use your brain for once and show us your good manners?"
"I would say: Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope you'll get to meet after dinner."
Nita is having a bad time of it. Between the question if her job is going to be there in a week, boyfriend, little things and big things she can never catch up on, she is just having a bad time of it. In a really Grrr mood.
But remember sis- you will always have a place at my home. Guest room is always open for you.
Dinner will always be on the table, and my shoulder will always be ready to have you lean on it. And you know I will always defend you.
Stupid people don't know a good thing if it kicked them in the ass... I am just saying.
"Never underestimate a woman with the Goddess in her eyes." Look in the mirror and see her.
Had the girls over for the full moon and ritual for Beltane last night and as always, a lovely time with my sisters. Being the Sabbat that involves sexual relationship… *wink*…I served hotdogs. In addition, it was no surprise the subject of sex was whipped…oh I mean… batted around most of the night. *hides flogger behind her back*
The talk of a glass dildo was enough to make Connie blush. The comment to put said dildo in the refrigerator to chill was enough to make me go “Ewww.” The it was on to the whole sex slave comments from…well, better leave her name out of here. I was saying I had a pile of dishes to do when I got home before they came over, and she calmly tells me “You need a sex slave to do that. He did my dishes, cleaned my tub, toilet, and folded two baskets of laundry for me.” O.O
The question was asked what it cost her and she tells us of how she slaps the guy around, something I knew she did... often. LOL “I beat on him a little, tied him up and, using rubber gloves I …” This is when she takes her hand and makes a slapping motion. One had to ask…“You wear gloves to slap him?” “Not him… his penis.” LOL It was so worth the look of shock on Connie’s face. Rubber gloves and oil, palm rubbing together, make a lot of heat to put on that area. Or… so I am told. *adjust her halo*
We talked of peeing…(seeing Connie cringe at this and another laughing with me) we talked of work, or lack of work. We talked of boyfriends, talked of family. We talked of nipples pinching, and ass whipping. We talked of our fears. Ended the night with song, “Gloom, despair, and agony on me.” * moan * LOL
We talked of spider and bees. Sorry- the birds never came into it.
This year as the wheel turns, I wanted to share a picture from last night, and a song that comes to mind with the memories.
Sister and I are having lunch and we started talking about the world news. Subject of Jim McGreevey, New Jersey Governor forced out of office by a sex scandal involving a homosexual affair with a male aide back in 2004 came up in our conversation. His wife has written a book, and said she still does not believe he is homosexual.
The question we asked each other was – What if you were married for a while, and you came home to find your husband in bed with another man? A friend of yours, even. Would that be better then coming home and finding him in bed with a woman?
Sis said she would be more upset about the man. I really did not have an answer… but finally came up with one a few minutes later. I would say another woman. Asked why I felt that way- I said because if it is another woman that would make me think I could not please him. Another man? Well…I could not meet that need to start with.
Connie tried to help me put The Cruxshadows - Deception, a song I wanted on my profile that would so match the vampire updates.
After a few hours, its after midnight and we drag Nita into our problems. LOL Share the love baby- sharing the love. Then we three say goodnight and I leave for bed.
But I wanted to share a little of "US" with you... LOL O.o See me getting in so much trouble for this one.
Please read from the bottom up- and pay attention to who is speaking to who. :)
Vampirewitch wrote back:
I am off right now, birdy. But I had to stop and PEE.... one more time. You know... PEE. *think of all the water she has taken in today.* Yeap- got to go PEE, then I am in bed... till I have to PEE again.
Night sis! Sweet dreams. * evil laughter*
Elemental wrote:
what in hell you doing up so late????? GRRRRRRRRRRRRR lol
On 05:18:10 May 02 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
:) Going to bed, but wanted to share with you. LOL
Vampirewitch wrote:
Ok... EWWW! Night love.
( Then I decided to share with Nita)
On 05:16:02 May 02 2007 Nightgame wrote:
never mind I find the very thought of golden showers, pretty icky
On 05:15:36 May 02 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
I dont know- just read about her taking a pee pill... LOL
Might get messy...
;) Night Cat
On 05:14:41 May 02 2007 Nightgame wrote:
can I film it?
On 05:10:55 May 02 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
Pets the cat's paw... I think Kitty needs to go to sleep, hearing music that is not there.
And birdy just needs a ass whooping.
* rat snirks*
On 05:08:16 May 02 2007 Nightgame wrote: (sharing it with me)
Oh check this attitude out! lol
On 05:06:41 May 02 2007 Elemental wrote:
well hi to you as well......hope you had a good day:) will go look.
On 05:05:10 May 02 2007 Nightgame wrote:
Hey sis, go to Vampirewitch and see if you can hear the music I put on it
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Reading the Birdys journal about her taking a "Pee Pill" , rat digs out her umbrella.
"Damn birdy likes to poop on me. Now she has to pee every five minutes? Huh!"
That is what you get for letting a male drive... :)
23:14 May 01 2007 Times Read: 2,524
Delivery of the last commercial kitchen today. Yes- it was the job the oven that was damaged belonged to.*sigh* Still waiting on the replacement oven, having to take it back later. *pushes it back in the dark corner of her mind*
We arrived on time, early even, but seeing as it was in our hometown, not a big deal. Neil was late. Neil is the man who is in charge of the jobs, his responsibility to see the installment of the equipment goes smoothly. In other words - my boss for the day. I know my friends think I could never deal with having a boss, but they would be surprised at how many times I do have them.
He arrives, having a bad morning. His trailer the he uses to haul his small forklift had a flat when he woke up this morning. We asked him to show us were we needed to park…and shows up the back of the school, the double doors he wanted us to use. Now that was great, nice size doors, kitchen right off it…but the parking lot. Dirt. I am not talking packed down dirt… I mean ruts and ditches from hell. Now you might be asking… how we were going to get his small forklift over that terrain. No? Well you should of because that was what we were asking. LOL
He tells us we will have to stay on the small 4 by 6 foot slab of concrete at the doorway, the beginning of the sidewalks around the building. Huh? The men gave me the look they do so well, the “You need to deal with this” look. I just returned it to them. What was I to do? The forklift would never do the potholes and ruts. Was I to go and tell whoever was running the building of the school they had to lay blacktop… today, right now? Was I to say we cannot do the delivery because they wanted to whine? “Suck it up, cupcakes.”
Neil backed his trailer up and unloaded his forklift. Then he turns to me and says, “There you go, Kay.” “What? It’s not my place to drive that.” “You are a lot better then me. And it’s going to be a tight fit in thru the doors.” I knew I was going to drive the forklift, done so at the other jobs…but I still like to pester him, it is a ritual of ours. I climb on his small forklift, and told him again that I was not responsible for any damage to the property or the shipment. He just smiled and told me “Try to not drop anything.” I gave him my “Go to hell” look. He laughed at me… butt head.
It went well for a little while, better then we thought even. We brought in a huge slicer, the kind they use at a deli, and I left the forklift to go answer a call from the office. (Water heaters leaking in a rental… now tell me what I was to do about it on this job site? Call the plumber…gee.) When I return a few minutes later, one of the hydraulic hoses busted a leak, and fluid was flowing. I notice the forklift been moved and ask who moved it. It had been one of my guys, lifting it up so they could get to the bolts holding the machine on the pallet. “Well see- that is what happens when you let a male drive one.” Oh, I got all kind of hell for that one.
House rule- you the one driving it when it breaks down- you are the one who tore it up. Changed how we unloaded, as when you turned the wheel- the fluid just sprayed out on the left side. Now that was fun to deal with. We checked- not a lose connection- but a tear in the hose itself. Easy enough fix… if you had the parts. Neil decided to put cardboard down and keep going. Joy… wet cardboard to drive on, and the odor of hydraulic fluid. Remember the no whine comment above? Yes sir, sucked it up and kept my mouth shut.
Then we were on the last piece, Neil grabs the seat to his forklift, and he gets it stuck. *laughs* I mean he really got it stuck. We had placed some 2 by 6 planks at the edge of the concrete slab, trying to keep the edge from breaking, then into a little spot of gravel. Well…I have made this same drive up, pickup, shifting, pickup and pulling back without once being stuck. Not once. He buried a front wheel so deep the frame was hung up on the 2 by 6’s. Well… you know what I had to say, right. All the men were gathering around, and I said it loud and clear. “Well see- that is what happens when you let a male drive the forklift.” This time they just had to laugh with me. Twenty minutes later and we rocked, pulled, pushed, the forklift free, and Neil climb off and gave the seat back to me.
I knew I would also be stuck now, but unloaded the last skid of shelving without a hitch. That is when Dad said, “It might be because she is a female, but it was a male that taught her how to drive it in the first place.” The guys just loved it, saying dad made a point, and I got burned on that one. I smiled and said “You sure? I think the burning smell is the rubber Neil burned off as he tried to get himself unstuck.” Point for me. That even got a Fat Tail happy dance from me, with the guys just laughing. Yeap- it is good to be the only girl on the job sometimes.
Then Neil, as always, took us all out for a late lunch, him sitting with Dad and me. Now this man is older then me, unmarried, funny, smart, cute with a smile that just lights up his face. My father started to talk about me like I was not there, telling him I was unmarried. How I was not afraid to put in a hard days work. How I kept the business in line. I keep looking at Dad to give him “warning eyes” but he just keeps on going. Neil finally looked at me and said, “Sounds like he is trying to sell you off.” I laughed, and told him “It does, doesn’t it? Like I am a horse of something. And you are so not checking my teeth.” Neil and I just shared the laugh.
Been a while since I have done this, but in the mood, so… Rating Time!
*speaking in an announcer tone: Only done in fun, no whelps hurt during this session of rating.* :)
“Follow me into the dark.” Sure- but I am bringing a flashlight, damn it. I am too old to stumble around in the dark.
“KILL 4 THRILLZS” Must be why you don’t know how to spell it.
“I got a date with suicide” Why does the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland flash in my mind? “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" Not a date you want to be late to.
“You really want to know! Look at my Birthday” I did- 2-25-1258. No pictures. Dang, I wanted to know what a #749 year old female looked like. I wonder what night cream she used? Or would that be day cream? Hmmmm...
“Got some bullshit to say to me? I’ll slit your throat, and pull your tongue through it. Don’t like it? I don’t care.” Well… friendly type, ain’t she?
“Follow me, I shall remove your shackles. And cast them away.” Oh I liked that. I read the rest of his profile. Want to know what it was? “I’m Sexy.” 0.O
“I love to chat and talk on the phone” So does the people who work for the 1-900- For – Sexy. And no- I do not know if that is a real number.
;)
“My name is Amanda. I live in NY. I like simple thing.” Well…at least she told the truth.
“This is the new shit” Dang… I missed the old shit? Well... shit! lol
“Bite me if you can.” You know- I would just love to send people who say that some dentures in the mail. “Please let me bite you, then send them back.” *smirks* What??
“Why don’t you ask me what it feels like to be a freak?” Why don’t you let me feel for myself? *reaches out to goose* Ohh with my missing dentures...saying in that toothless tone.."Come here.. you freak."
“Who said only freaks come out at night.” *looks around, and reaches out to goose, chopping my gums together.”
“Some ghost are from the after life. Some send you there.” Damn it- now I have that stupid song from the Ghostbuster stuck in my head.
“There's something weird in your neighborhood. Who you gotta call, who you gotta call. Tell me. There's something strange and it don't look good. We gotta call. Go! You're seeing, right througt your head. We gotta call. Ghostbusters! An invisible man, sleeping in your bed. We gotta call, We gotta call, We gotta call, Ghostbusters! We gotta call. Oh jeah, I'm not afraid of the ghosts!”
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