WARNING

They also aren't for people who are going to act like children.

I don't close my blog and make it only friends. I don't think it's necessacary. I don't have a problem calling someone a bitch, or whatever I call them in my journal or to their face. If you knew me, you'd understand that. However, if you belong to the minions of Jessica (two faced) Kline, and you're here to do malicious things and send my journal to other people, then just a warning.....I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!

If I really cared, I'd make it so only certain people could read it. I'm not in high school any more, nor do I act like it. So, for those of you who feel the need to take my blog public and send it to the people I talk about in it, just know that I won't care. It won't ruffle my feathers, and if you feel the need to hate me then do.

Until you know me for sure, you shouldn't judge me. You've probably been fed all lies any way. But, I just thought you should know. How about you grow some balls and leave me a comment, and make yourself known. I dare you!

You Down With G-O-D....

For those of us without Satellite radio (yet) we've been subjected to this man. Matis Yahu. Apparently he's the biggest and best thing since rap became popular. No, really. His concert sold out within minutes here in Seattle, and people were scrambling calling into the radio shows to find tickets.

If you don't know who he is, he's an Hasidic Jew, and he raps. He raps on the radio, a lot. And it's irritating to me, because I happen to pay attention to his words. I wonder if anyone else realizes that he's rapping about finding God, and believing in the lord? Just in case you're having your doubts, here are they lyrics to his popular song of the moment...

King Without A Crown

Chorus:
What's this feeling?
My love will rip a hole in the ceiling
Givin' myself to you from the essence of my being
Sing to my G-d all these songs of love and healing
Want Moshiach now so it's time we start revealing

You're all that I have and you're all that I need
Each and every day I pray to get to know you please
I want to be close to you, yes I'm so hungry
You're like water for my soul when it gets thirsty
Without you there's no me
You're the air that I breathe
Sometimes the world is dark and I just can't see
With these, demons surround all around to bring me down to negativity
But I believe, yes I believe, I said I believe
I'll stand on my own two feet
Won't be brought down on one knee
Fight with all of my might and get these demons to flee
Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe
Out of darkness comes light, twilight unto the heights
Crown Heights burnin' up all through till midnight
Said, thank you to my G-d, now I finally got it right
And I'll fight with all of my heart, and all a' my soul, and all a' my might

Chorus

Bridge:
Me no want no sinsemilla.
That would only bring me down
Burn away my brain no way my brain is to compound
Torah food for my brain let it rain till I drown
Thunder!
Let the blessings come down

Strip away the layers and reveal your soul
Got to give yourself up and then you become whole
You're a slave to yourself and you don't even know
You want to live the fast life but your brain moves slow
If you're trying to stay high then you're bound to stay low
You want G-d but you can't deflate your ego
If you're already there then there's nowhere to go
If you're cup's already full then its bound to overflow
If you're drowning in the water's and you can't stay afloat
Ask Hashem for mercy and he'll throw you a rope
You're looking for help from G-d you say he couldn't be found
Looking up to the sky and searchin' beneath the ground
Like a King without his Crown
Yes, you keep fallin' down
You really want to live but can't get rid of your frown
Tried to reach unto the heights and wound bound down on the ground
Given up your pride and the you heard a sound
Out of night comes day and out of day comes light
Nullified to the One like sunlight in a ray,
Makin' room for his love and a fire gone blaze

Chorus

Reelin' him in
Where ya been
Where ya been
Where ya been for so long
It's hard to stay strong been livin' in galus (exile) for 2000 years strong
Where ya been for so long
Been livin in this exhile for too long

If you still don't believe what you're reading you can actually see him on the Jimmy Kimmel show HERE.

You gotta give it up to a man with the balls to rap in a yamika and full beard. Although I do recall some men doing something similar...they rocked out with those killer hats (not yamika's) and full beards....who were they again....oh yea ZZ TOP! Only, they didn't rap about God.

You down with G-O-D? YEA YOU KNOW ME!



I SURE HOPE THAT PICKEL IS KOSHER!

OH YAY...Fuck Off!

So, Christmas was ok. Quick update before I rant. I got some cool stuff, and some not so cool stuff. My present from Leo was a new stereo in my car; it's pre-paid so I just have to go down and get it installed. So that was nice. And I also got 2 round trip tickets anywhere Alaska Airlines flies (standby of corse but still ok with me) from my aunt, uncle and John. And I got a kick ass game from my grandma for my Nintendo DS. But then my mom had to go and ruin it with weight loss stuff! Her whole theme was weight loss related, I got ankle and wrist weights and a weight training book, and I even got a water bottle! OY that woman will never learn....Any way on to my rant....

FUCKING NAVY WIVES!!! I'm sure you've heard all this before, but just when I think I'm befriending some of them I turn around to do something and here comes the knife, right into my back! No warning, no communication about it, and all in some round about passive-agressive way. FUCK THESE BITCHES!

I'm a member on this group on MySpace called Navy Submarine Wives. It was a nice group, I didn't even know about it until I was invited to join. So, I joined, why not right? I could meet some new wives maybe this would be good. After being in this group I got tired of all the bullshit about how they were so depressed or pissed off at the Navy or bla bla bla typical navy wive banter bla bla bla.

So I created a group called Not Your Typical Navy Wives. It's an invitation only group, so I invited several women from the Submariner Wives group but not a lot of others. All of a sudden now I can't post topics or anything in the group. I can't even click on the mediator's name to contact her about it. I have to be all sneaky about it and click from someone else's site or topic post. Then, shortly after I realize all this, the mediator posts something about a new group on some other site that she's invented called Washington Submariners Wives, she posts this for the whole group mind you. You have to sign up for it, and then be approved. Yea, I've signed up for this group twice under different names and I keep going back and I'm not registered. So, I think she's black balling me from this other chat group and probably because of...none other than....JESSICA TWO FACED KLINE!

This bitch is still trying to make my life difficult. It's over, it's been over for quite a while now. I don't talk shit about her any more, and I could give two shits about whatever she's doing. Until this bullshit. She just happens to be good friends with the moderator of this group. ARGH!!

So I was letting all this slip by me with no problem, until recently. I logged into the Submariner Wives group to find this....



I would like to Thank You Ladies for making this group so successful and I'm glad we're all here for the right reasons…to make friends and not to tear apart other wives who choose to live their lives the way they do. Life is TOO short to be negative. We need to accept people for who they are, and not group them into categories, We all have something in common, We're Submarine Wives, Navy Wives, and Wives who love their Husbands and Families. We need to be here as support for one another no matter what path we decide to take. I hope next year will bring more friends and less competition. I hope everyone has a Happy & Safe New Year, we’ll see you next year.

Don't hate because you didn't get invited bitch! Why do I even care about these whacky bitches any way? The only reason I could come up with is I'm legitimately trying to make friends, and it's being torn apart because someone is pissed at me. I was doing good until they all moved away. Now I have to find new ones; forgive me if I want ones that have their own life outside of their kids and their husbands.

So, I guess the only thing left to do is say FUCK OFF! I hope she reads this, Jessica that is. I hope she reads this and it pisses her off. I havn't done shit to her, I've left the bitch alone, and I'm going to continue to leave her alone because she's not worth my time to tear apart; because I have a life.

Why Can't I Own a Canadian?

So, I've recently put FireFox on my computer and I LOVE IT!!! It has an extention that you can download for it called Stumble. And when you click on it, it prompts you to set up your preferences. Once that's done every time you click on Stumble it takes you to a site somewhere on the internet that matches your preferences. It's fantastic! You never know what you're going to get!

Hence, this blog tonight. I got this article and HAD to put it up for everyone to read!! Enjoy!

Why Can't I Own a Canadian?

October 2002

Dr. Laura Schlessinger is a radio personality who dispenses advice to people who call in to her radio show. Recently, she said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22 and cannot be condoned under any circumstance. The following is an open letter to Dr. Laura penned by a east coast resident, which was posted on the Internet. It's funny, as well as informative:

Dear Dr. Laura:

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them:

When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness - Lev.15:19- 24. The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?

I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?

A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?

Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?

Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die?

I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? - Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)

I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.

Your devoted fan,
Jim

I LOVE THE RAIN!

I LOVE THE RAIN! Currently it is pouring outside, in true Washington State fashion. It hasn't done this in a long time, and I missed it! Although I would love some snow for Christmas, rain is still ok with me.

I'm one of the strange ones who actually likes when it rains. I LOVE the way it sounds when it pounds on the roof, and I like it when I get wet going from my car to the door and then I have to change into dry clothes once I get inside. I love that it makes me snuggle underneath the warmest blanket in the house because I just changed out of wet clothes.

I especially love the smell of rain, when it first starts and the pavement gets wet. I guess it reminds me of my childhood; I know it does for my husband it's his favorite smell. So I guess it also reminds me of him too; which is good.

But, I can hear it outside and I'm on the bottom floor of a 2 story building. I do sit by big windows, but I can hear it hitting the roof. I'm so glad my rain is back!

Call Waiting....

Ok, so lemme lay this story out for you...My boss (Kerry) is going down to Mexico Jan. 2nd to get a lap band put on her stomach. And, Monica (our estetician) is going with her. Now, Monica has been inviting all kinds of people to go down to Mexico with them, and Kerry is doing the same thing. Well, a woman got invited that is...shall we say, manic depressive and a little bit obsessive and has no friends. Monica invited her without consulting Kerry, and Kerry was a bit pissed.

So, now that she's been invited she's taken the time off work and calls every day about 3 times trying to talk to them about it. Monica has been handling all the details because she's had this done before at the same hospital in Mexico. So Patty (the annoying lady) calls the salon on Saturday and asks for Monica's number.

So, thinking that she's going with them and will eventually need Monica's number any way, I gave it to her. I got a call later from Kerry; "Never give out an employee's number!" but in the same call tells me "Personally I understand where you're comming from, and I think she deserves it for inviting her without asking me first, but I have to put my boss' hat on and tell you not to give out numbers."

Monica gives out her number to all her clients! Her home number. She writes it on her business cards, I didn't think that this was as big of a deal! But now she's pissed at me, and I don't think I did anything so wrong. Grrr

This is why I hate working with chicks! Unfortunately it's a big part of the business....**sigh**

Still Waiting...

Soooo, I've talked to both my ombudsman AND the offcrew of Leo's boat. And apparently there's not going to be a mail drop until late January. I guess they were going to do a mail drop when the boat broke and they came home....but the COB decided that since they got to come home that they wouldn't need a mail drop.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!? It's Christmas!!! AND, they came home 4 days after they left!! So, it's not like they had been gone a while and we got to see them and it was a nice visit, it was 4 fucking days!! And now, no mail drop until just before they come home?!? This is such bullshit!

Poor Leo is going to be disappointed that he doesn't ge a mail drop. Especially since it's the holidays! He's already missed Thanksgiving, now it's Christmas, my birthday and then probably our anniversary. And he won't have a mail drop from me. What is the fucking point of a mail drop just before they get home?? Unless they're staying gone. That would make me really sad. They're not even pulling into port anywhere.

This fucking sux! No wonder I'm having a hard time getting into the holiday spirit.

Removed...

Ok, it's official. I had to remove my piercing last night (sorry Erika). I really wish I didn't have to, but I just couldn't get the damned thing to heal! Honestly, I think I was pierced wrong. I don't think I'll be going back to Golden Rule for piercings, but definately for my next tattoo!

I sure hope this doesn't effect my coolness factor...cause I'm pretty damn cool.

Merry F-ing Christmas!

Lately, there have been several debates about wether or not Christmas is "under attack." Of corse it's under attack! The problem is, by both sides!! I want to bitch slap some people!

And, as much as it kills me to say it, Star Jones said it best this morning when she said "This is the United States of America, "Happy Holidays" is appropriate!"

Of corse, she was talking about the card sent out by the White House this year. Apparently, the Catholic Church is up in arms about the fact that it says "a joyous Holiday Season." inside. Of corse it does! It goes out to some 1.4 million people of all faiths! They're not going to make special ones for the Jews and the Catholics and the Christians and the Mormons and the Buddhists and whoever and what nots!

They interviewed some Catholic priest on tv earlier, and he was all "They should say Merry Christmas! That's what this season is all about!" He was actually angry about it! HA!

Brief history for that Catholic priest, Jesus wasn't even born on Dec. 25th! The church said he was so that it could take focus away from...drumroll please....a PAGAN holiday! Since they had to move the date any way, cause the actual date wasn't known for sure, and mid April and or spring time wasn't convenient for them!

To top all of this bullshit off, this morning there was a story on the radio about a school that I have to add to this post. Apparently, this school was doing a giving tree, (take a mitten with the gift type on it and replace it with a gift under the tree.) Some dumbass, head up his/her ass parent made them take it down because they didn't want their child subjected to the Christmas tree in school, because it was a symbol of the Christian faith!! SO the school actually took the tree down, and put the mittens on a counter top. So now they have a "giving counter" instead of a giving tree because some dumbass parent was so stupid to believe that a fucking pine tree was actually a symbol of the birth of Jesus!!

This is Washington state you know, just adding lights and ornaments to a tree doesn't make it symbolic of Jesus. Maybe I'll just start decorating random trees around here and dubing them Jesus Trees! HAHAHAHA!

So, I suppose there is an attack on Christmas. However, people need to realize that it's not celebrated in this country any more strictly as a religious holiday. And, that it's ok to celebrate it just for the hell of being nice to one another, and giving gifts. You won't go to hell for not celebrating it as Jesus' birthday. And, if you let go of all of the God Damned propaganda attached to the fucking hoilday...you might just be able to enjoy it for yourself.

If people would stop complaining about stupid shit like a giving tree, and happy holidays in a card, then maybe I could enjoy it a little more too!

Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkkk

Well, so much for today being better than yesterday. I got a call from my grandma today about my grandpa. He's been pretty sick lately; like in the hospital with a collapsed lung sick. So, I guess things got a little worse, and they went back to the hospital.

My grandpa was just diagnosed with mesothelioma. It's a form of cancer that is usually in your lungs (and in my grandpa's case, it is in the lining of his lungs), and is caused by asbestos. Understandibly this is something that they didn't know was dangerous when he was in the Navy and exposed to it on a daily basis. But, apparently it can take 20-40 years to even mastasticise in your body and show up.

I know what you're thinking...it's your grandpa, he's old any way. Think again, he's only like 65. My father-in-law is almost 65! He's my only grandpa, and worse than that he's Leo's only grandpa.

So I already feel totally abandoned lately, and add to that the fact that my grandpa was just diagnosed with cancer. They don't know the specifics yet, so it could still turn out ok, or at the very least better than the worst case scenario. I don't think I could handle another abandonment this month; weather it's something that can be helped or not.

For more info. on mesothelioma you can Click Here.

Fucking Abandoned

I had a pretty good day yesterday....for the most part...

I didn't have any clients at the salon, which afforded me the time to go to the post office for my Ebay business, and even meet an old friend for coffee. I got to spend 2 1/2 hours in the middle of the day having coffee and chatting about movies and life and just basically having fun. THEN I even got to meet my new sugar baby! He's so fucking cute you could just vomit, seriously, you'll want to eat him or something, he's even bite sized.

Any way, I get home relitively early, and decide to relax for a bit. I've been wanting to go see the movie Aeon Flux with my friend Chris. He's my movie buddy, and we go see every kick ass movie like that together. I've been trying to get a hold of him on his cell since Wednesday, with no success. So I finally called his roommate, thinking Chris' cell was still broken....It's not broken, he left for boot camp early!

The mother fucker left for boot camp early (he wasn't supposed to leave til mid Dec.!) and didn't even bother to call and tell me goodbye! He invited some of his other friends over, like his old roommate, and had a small party. But couldn't pick up the fucking phone and tell me he was leaving early! I've been best friends with this guy since 7th grade! That was a shitty fucking thing to do!

If Leo was here it would be no big deal. But this month happens to be already bad for me, because not only is Leo gone, but my parents just left for Italy, and I have to spend the holidays (and my birthday) alone. Bad fucking timing to be selfish. I don't know why he did it, and I don't frankly care. I needed some support, and the only friend I still hang out with on a daily basis, just left without even so much as a warning!

I feel utterly abandoned...

Coming Out Party!

I saw this article yesterday, and I think that it is just fabUlous (emphasis on the gay undertones).

Judge Rules Lesbian Student Can Sue School

I hope she gets a shit ton of money!! I wish I were a lesbian...then I could sue the school for outing me to my parents.

Interesting times we live in folks....interesting times....

Stupidest Idea EVER!

I opened up my email this morning to this...Bill Would Lower GI Drinking Age to 18.

And, after reading this quote...

“It seems hypocritical that we expect people to be able to make life or death decisions in Iraq, but in New Hampshire they don’t have the right or privilege to be able to drink,”

I need to slap the shit out of someone! First, I would like to point out that it's not just illegal in New Hampshire to drink before you're 21, I believe that's a nationwide policy.

Second, and perhaps most important, there is a reason that age is 21, and not 18...American's as a whole have not been able to grasp the concept of moderate drinking. And some people don't even get driver's licenses until they're 18. Would you like me to draw you a picture....18 year old gets his license and goes out drinking to celebrate (because the age has now been dropped to 18) decides he can handle his new car while drunk and gets in to drive home. On the way he hits another car head on and not only kills himself, but the mother and child in the other car...innocent victims because this guy wasn't familiar with either the effect of alcahol and or the vehicle.

Granted, this is an extreme situation, but let's consider the amount of car crashes amongst teenagers, and the resulting deaths. Car crashes are the #1 killer of teens. Add to that the testosterone from just joining the military, just getting your license and now you can drink. BAD idea!

Fuck Navy Housing!

So, I picked up my spiffy little brocure thingy that the new housing office passes out to all the houses on base and decided to actually read it. Mostly out of boredom. I came across a small article that pissed me off!

First a small background on Halloween at my house....I decorate for Halloween bigger than ANY holiday of the year, this includes Christmas. I decorate so big, I had a neighbor ask me when I was putting my decorations up this year because I hadn't done it as early as I usually do. Long story short, BIG decorations and lots of time and money spent to make them kick ass!

This is the little blurb I ran across today "Thanks for the Holiday Scare" this bullshit article recognizes 5 houses on base that had the best Halloween decorations this year. I didn't make the top 5 at all! WTF!?!?! Noone from my block made the list. My housing 4-plex was the only house on the block with serious decorations on it! And I didn't even see any big and or cool decorations anywhere else on base!

This kind of shit pisses me off! That's my fucking holiday! And now, I have to REALLY decorate for Christmas and then maybe I'll get some kind of recognition for that....but I doubt it. Fuck Navy Housing!!

Gingerbread Man...

Run run as fast as you can...
You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread man.....'s contractor!

This is my house that I'll be decorating for the traditional gingerbread house decorating that we do every year. I'm gettin all elaborate and shit!

It's a 2 story, upper middle class house in the suburbs held together entirely with frosting! And yes, that is a gazebo on the side.

Fuck You Very Much...Sincerely, The Karma Fairy

So, the last couple of days have been GREAT! Leo's boat broke, so I got to see him on Friday night. He surprised me at work with flowers, it was a very nice surprise. I've been getting to spend some unexpected time with him and that's always nice when he's supposed to be gone for 3 months.

This morning I got to sleep in; and that's where this day ends with happiness and goodness. Leo has duty so he went to work and I didn't get to see him today (of corse today is the only day this week they didn't have to go in if they didn't have duty). I woke up at 11, and housing was supposed to come out and do a "safety check" on my garage door at 1. Ok great. I have lots of things for them to fix. Well, the guy got here at 1, and was immediately an asshole. Do I have the stereotypical I'M A NAVY WIFE tattoo on my forehead?? Because he was totally condescending to me, treating me like I was a lazy idiot. Let's just say, by the time he left, nothing was fixed and I wanted to drive a lawn dart through his ears and murder him in my driveway! I'm not a fucking moron, and I didn't deserve to be treated like I was.

Then, I left to get a paper so I could get the fliers for the after turkey day sales. Being a Sunday, I put my $1.50 into the newspaper machine. It didn't open. FUCK!! So, I went inside only to find out that they couldn't refund my money because it was "private property" and they "couldn't even post a sign on it telling people that it was broken." So, not only do they know it's broken, but they're going to let people continue to put money into it and do nothing about it!

So, I went to Safeway to get a paper. While in the parking lot I was almost hit by a ton of carts that a [rather young] employee yanked out of the parking lot cart holder and almost into my car. I slammed on my brakes, only to get shot a death glare from the little snot like it was my fault she wasn't paying attention and almost fuct up my car!! Safeway didn't have any newspapers, they were sold out. Figures.

So, I made my way to Albertsons; who apparently doesn't carry any kind of newspaper. So I gave up and rented some movies at Blockbuster. On my way home, I made a last ditch effort to get a paper by stopping at the last gas station; they had a paper, so I bought one.

I got home and everything was fine for a while. Leo got to come see me for like 5 minutes. Just long enough for me to rant about my pitiful day (up to that point) and then he had to leave. The small sunbreak in my day. After he left I put in a movie and relaxed. Figuring [stupidly] that if I stayed home no more bad shit would happen.

I got a call from my grandma to confirm that we were going to Curves in the morning at 7; yes. Oh, and by the way, she says to me "Rich (my grandpa) spent all last night in urgent care; one of his lungs is totally filled with fluid, and he has to have a CAT scan (or MRI or something) to see what's wrong. We don't know what it is, and why it's happening, but the doctor seems really worried....I'm not supposed to tell anyone so don't say ANYTHING to your Mom or aunt!" He had a huge spike in his blood pressure last week, but they didn't find anything wrong; so they're thinking that the two are related. Now, I'm worried about my grandpa; whom I've just started to have an actual relationship with. We always had an unspoken bond, but since they moved up here it's gotten much stronger. And now I'm really worried!

To top all of this bullshit off, dinner is making me feel like I have to puke! This fucking sux!

"Dear Tamara:

Fuck you very much!

Sincerely,
The Karma Fairy

P.S. There are no Day After Thanksgiving ads in today's paper."

Get off Your Ass and Parent!

So today, while putting away the mountains of clothing that lay on my bed, I had the news on in the background for noise. All of a sudden they start talking about teenagers and getting on these "bad" chat sites, I didn't hear much after that cause I usually start to tune out at that point. However, this time it was different. They started talking about MySpace.

I have a MySpace profile, and I don't personally understand what's so horrible about it. The news was making alligations like "the site is full of sexy profiles and inappropriate talk, and your journal is out there for everyone to see....and reportedly a young girl who was killed (just last week or something) met her killer on MySpace..." Then they go into the schools are getting involved to get children to stay away from these kind of sites...

Wait a minute...MYSPACE??.....you've got to be kidding right? The site is freaking harmless, and you can't do anything there that you couldn't do on AOL or Yahoo or any other major site. In case you get curious and want to check it out, here is a link to My Profile on MySpace.com.

Any way, the schools are starting to ban it in school and not letting kids go to the site; and I'm all for that idea. Really, it is school, and what are they doing on the internet fucking around any way? But the schools are urging parents to take action and keep their kids away from "dangerous" sites like MySpace! This is the part where you throw back your head and let out a hearty laugh **HAHAHAHAHAHAHA**

My biggest concern with all of this is, if you're going to allow your child to "surf the net" at home or at school, then you need to know where they're going. Unless you want them going to dangerous sites like MySpace and Yahoo and AOL and GoatFuckingLesbians.....The point is, get off your lazy ass and make sure your kids aren't going to any sites you don't want them to go to! How fucking hard is that?? Parents lately (some exceptions of corse) just want to let someone else raise their kid and then blame them when the kid turns out all fuct up. So, if you don't care that your kids look at porno sites, and the even more dangerous sites like MySpace and ChristianityToday.com then let them look at it...but if you care so much about it, quitcher bitchin and GET OFF YOUR ASS AND PARENT!

Goodbye...

I've done this countless times. I don't know why it still makes me want to cry, even though I promised I wouldn't. I'm going to miss the hell out of him while he's gone.

Welcome to the Family!

I just got a new tattoo last night! I've finally gotten the Isis tattoo that I've been lusting after for like a year and a half. And it is beautiful! Hurt like a sonofabitch, but that's because it's my biggest one so far and it took him almost 3 hours to finish (that's a lot of ink in one session!). It stands approx. 7 or 8" by about the same. The eye of Ra was already there, I just had her put around it.

Love it. Worship it. Envy it. Come on....you know you want one!

The guy that did it was kick ass! (I got it done at The Golden Rule in Silverdale) His name is Tony, and he's done some work for my friend Alice. While I was there just chatting it up, while he dug a needle into my flesh to scar me with beautiful ink, he asked me what I did. So I told him I was a nail tech, and he got all excited, because he loves manicures and pedicures. And, I think we'll be trading services; manicures and pedicures for tattoo's! YESSSSS!

All the cool kids are doin it. You wanna be cool don't ya? Just another in a long line of artwork that will make me a much prettier corpse when I die.

Cackling Hens in Chat Groups...

I don't know why I feel the need to keep up on the postings in the "Navy Wives in Washington" chat group on MySpace. I feel like it's a room full of 19-25 year old cackling hens. Talking about their kids, and their new Avon/Partylite/Mary Kay/Tupperware/Pampered Chef/whatever the flavor of the week "work from home" job is, so they can stay home with their babies and be "good mommies" bla bla bla.

I tried Mary Kay, that company blows! Their morals are seriously fuct up for being a "christian" corporation. Although, maybe that's what ruined it for me, never was big on religion. ***gagging on the religious propaganda shoved down my throat at those stupid meetings***

But I digress...

Being 23 (24 in December), it's not easy to say "19-25 year old cackling hens" without scrutiny. But, honestly, I tend to think (without bias of corse) that I talk and think like someone roughly 10 or so years older than I am. But I can't help but click on that stupid icon when it pops up on my Groups section when a new post has been made. I don't care about their really boring lives. Maybe it's because it's different from mine. I do have to say that there is something strangely fascinating about those type of Navy Wives. There could be a whole psychological case study on them. I would LOVE to see the results of that! HA!

Just a rant, because I'm bored and a little shocked at myself for having to keep up with something so stupid. **sigh**

Estrogen Ocean

While working at the salon the other day there were about 5 of us [women] just sitting around and making the man on the phone feel like a piece of meat....man meat that is! Apparently he's a super hot Ukranian man, whom I have never met, but undoubtedly will at some point.

So we're all sitting around and being loud and obnoxious women, when Kerry (my "boss") says "I should write a book and call it The Estrogen Ocean!" Good idea! In fact, I like the name of it so much I'm debating on changing my blog title to it.

The whole point of this post is, I LOVE MY JOB! My boss rocks, and I make near $20 an hour!

Anyone want to come surfing on the estrogen ocean? Highly recommended for gay men and women only.

What if?

Living in the Northwest affords many things. Chief among them is the beautiful scenery. We tryly have post card views. But lately, those beautiful views have been covered by a heavy blanket of clouds; which usually happens this time of year.

I absolutely love the rain. Having grown up here, I'm used to it, and it puts me in a good mood. Usually when I say this people look at me like I've all of a sudden grown another head and am simultaniously eating a live goat. But lately this rain has got my imagintion running. And I began thinking what if...

What if the clouds lifted one day and the Olympic Mountains (that we're all so fond of looking at) were suddenly gone? I'd like to think there'd be mass pandemonium. But I get the feeling that if you paid the news off to keep it out off tv that noone would really notice. We're all so glued to our tv's that something as large as a chain of mountains could disappear and noone would even think twice about it if the news didn't do a report on it to confirm everyone's fears.

I'd like to think I would notice, but thinking about it real hard, I'd probably just think it was another cloudy day and those beautiful peaks are simply hiding and waiting to come out on another day. Of corse, after a few days (possibly weeks) I would start to take notice. As I'm sure would the rest of the World. And then it'd get blamed on the Iraqi's as some sort of terrorist act. Maybe we could just blame David Blane instead....wait a minute...he's not that good.

The point is, if you're going to steal my mountains make sure you're not an Iraqi.

No limits...

MMmmmmMMmmm Yummy yummy Spam...well, not when it's comming at you at the speed of light and sound; as in, comming at you from your computer screen. I was a telemarketer for roughly 2 years, so I sympathize with those folks. I really do, they're just doing their jobs and trying to earn a buck. A hard earned dollar I might add.

ButI digress...

I've got a pretty good spam filter on my email. And still this shit gets in! Somehow I got signed up for some sort of SEXUALLY EXPLICIT site, and they won't stop spamming me; even though their emails go straight to my spam folder. And, honestly spam seems pretty pointless to me. Who really opens those emails and then clicks on the offers?!? To me, it just seems like a money scheme.

Noone is paid to send those out, they're computer generated, and then sent out automatically. And today, I got spam in my inbox on MySpace! Friggin spam on MySpace! Oy! I didn't bother me so much, as the prospect that someone wanted to send me a message, and I got my hopes all up...damnit!

Spam has no boundaries...

I have an affinity...

I've recently discovered that I've got an affinity toward great writers. Now, a statement like this may seem a little silly, or even stupid. I mean, really, who doesn't like a good writer, or a good book for that matter? And very rarely you'll find someone who says that they "Love a terrible book, written by a horrific writer!" But I mean that my affinity steers more toward the unknown writer.

I discovered blogs mostly because a friend of mine did one, and then I decided that I would try and keep one myself. Having had some success with this; albeit not always a great read, I've been pretty good about keeping it up. Which is a first for me, because I was NEVER very good at keeping a journal. And when I was good at it, I would re-read it and find it extremely boring...

"I went to school today, and Brad didn't even notice me..."
"I'm so in love with Chris this week, if only I weren't 13 and trying to grow up before my time."

You know typical teenage girl bullshit.

But lately, I've found that I like to read other people's blogs about their lives and their stories. Maybe it's the voyer in me, but if it's written well, I just love to read it. Now, don't get me wrong, I've read the really boring shit...it's usually something like I used to write in my journal....but lately I've found some really good writers.

If you're a little bit of a cyber peeping tom (like myself) then check out these blogs...
Camp Creepy
Stockparade
They Got a Pepper Bar (Monk)

These are just 3 of my favorites that I keep up on. Enjoy!

Happy Halloween!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I'm gonna be a stripper....like my costume?

Here's an Idea...

As I sit here and listen to the pitter patter of rain drops on my greenhouse window in my kitchen, I've decided to post one final response to her latest post which you can read here. And, I do have one thing to say...

If you're tired of hearing about it, stop reading my journals! If you want me to "leave you alone" then just quit reading my journals! That's all it takes. It's a simple idea really.

I would also like to add that I believe this whole mess was started as a means to an end. Not by me mind you, but by Alicia. This whole thing was a way for her to get out of a "friendship" that she felt either trapt in [although I don't know why] or she simply didn't have the guts to say it to my face; so she had to make up a reason in her head. But, at least I say it out loud, and unambiguous....although I suppose I'll just be accused of not being tactful. Whatever.

One last song to finish it all off...

Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)
by: Motley Crue

We could sail away
Or catch a freight train
Or a rocketship into outer space
Nothin' left to do
Too many things were said
To ever make it feel
Like yesterday did

Seasons must change
Separate paths, separate ways
If we blame it on anything
Let's blame it on the rain

I knew it all along
I'd have to write this song
Too young to fall in love <~~more friendship than anything
Guess we knew it all along

That's alright, that's okay
We were walkin' through some youth
Smilin' through some pain
That's alright, that's okay
Let's turn the page My friends called today
Down from L.A.
They were shooting pool all night
Sleeping half the day
They said I could crash
If I could find my own way
I told them you were leaving
On a bus to go away

That's alright, that's okay
We were two kids in love <~once again, friendship (or so I thought)
Trying to find our way
Thats's alright, that's okay
Held our dreams in our hands
Let our minds run away
That's alright, that's okay
We were walkin' through some youth
Smilin' through some pain
That's alright, let's turn the page
And remember what I say girl
And it goes this way

Girl, don't go away mad...
Girl, just go away


Go ahead, and press it if it'll make you feel better. For some people I suppose a quick fix is better than the real thing.

Bitter Much?

Thank you Anne Taintor.

I surely hope that THIS isn't something directed toward me. Because that would just be the pot calling the kettle black now wouldn't it??

Except for the whore part, cause I'm not one of those. And once again, it's not being vain if you're right, it's called being correct. Dang. Eh, fuck it, if I'm vain then I'm vain. Whatever. Until it's actually cleared up [directly to me] I'm just going to be vain.

But I am happy for you, now you belong. Really. That's what you wanted since you got here, just to belong. Now you can sleep better at night....and what a coincidence, so can I.

Godless...

Today, while driving home from work, I was being annoyed by a big car (2 cars ahead of me) that was going approx. 20 in a 25. Already in a slow zone and he's going slow. But, being that it was Poulsbo (possibly the retirement capital of the Northwest!) I let it slide because I was sure it was some old guy.

When he finally turned a corner out of my direct path, I saw his vanity plate. It read...GODSEES

This bothers me. Not personally mind you, but for the man. Because truly a life lived in that kind of devotion to God, is a life lived in fear. And that makes me sad.

Time to Burn Some Bridges of My Own...

With so many ideas for my blog today, this one was just too good to pass up! For anyone who reads my blog and the saga of Alica and I, I'm sure you read the blog "I'm Sorry, So Sorry"

This is a reply to that post in LiveJournal, from an Anonymous person, who apparently knows her from Texas....

Their reply was:
Subject: Don't worry, Alicia has always been two-faced!!
She's always been like that. You know, She used to be best friends with Carl's ex and talked about how shitty he was for the things he did to her right up until she decided she wanted to date him. Don't take it personal. She burns a lot of bridges.

Now, I don't want to scare anyone away; I just thought it was interesting that someone decided to use the term two-faced to describe Alicia with no persuasion. I meerly said that JESSICA was two-faced. And weather you believe it or not, it's true. So maybe you should get over it, you know who you are.

In light of this new comment, I thought a song was appropriate. I just love to dedicate songs to people, especially when they describe them so well. This one goes out to Alicia....Here's lookin' at you kid!

Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth
The Dandy Warhols

I never thought you'd be a junkie
because heroin is so passe.
But today,
if you think that I don't know
about depression and
emotional pain,
you're insane, or your
a fool who hasn't paid attention
to a word that I say.

In a way, I can't
help but feel responsible.
I always knew that you were insane
with your pain.

But I never thought you'd be a junkie
because heroin is so passe
now a-day.
You never thought you'd get addicted,
just be cooler in an obvious way.
I could say, shouldn't you have got
a couple piercings and decided
may-be that you were gay.

In a way
I can't help but feel responsible,
I always knew that you were insane
with your pain
But I never thought you'd be a junkie
because
heroin is so passe hey.(repeat)

P.S. Blocking people only makes them sure of the fact that you are talking shit about them. If you really wanted to be "grown up" about it, all that wouldn't matter; and you wouldn't give a shit who read your blog/journal. I'm just sayin...

It's So Me...

My mom unwittingly sent me this in an email...if she only knew...



I know it's not entirely accurate, but it's in the region! lol

Perpetually Fat

This post is about something that bothers me day in a day out. Probably because I'm closer to it than anyone I know who reads this. However, there may be someone who is reading this blog that understands [truly] where I am comming from.

From the time I entered high school, I started to gain weight. And from then on it's been an uphill battle. I think possibly my body just decided to shift in a direction that was more "genetically pleasing" and I became pudgy. Having always been small (a size 9 was really fat for me when I was in Jr. High, now I double that number) this was a huge psychological problem for me. Not only was I entering high school, the dreaded domain of the cheer leader and reign of the preppy gods, but I was also gaining weight. In the years to follow it made me utterly miserable.

Turning to my mother for support, I got nothing. Well, I suppose I can't say nothing, I got all kinds of bribes. I've been told "if you lose weight we'll send you to Disneyland!" or "if you lose weight we'll send you to Hawaii!" Right, just what I needed, something to make me feel worse about myself, and remind me how bad I look in a bikini, or even shorts for that matter.

It was these kind of parenting skills that lead me to crash diet just about every diet out there, that I could eat. Being allergic to several foods, I wasn't able to do the grapefruit diet and the like. Also, the ones I couldn't possibly afford have also been out of my reach, like Jenny Craig. Not that I want to be Kirsty Alley or anything, but I digres.

I've tried the eat every 3 hours diet, I've tried cutting out all the carbs aka the Atkins diet, I've tried eating nothing but a bag of M&M's and a Diet Coke, and I've even done it the healthy way by exercising 5 days a week for an hour and a half and eating correctly. Also among these diets have been an abundance of diet pills, from apple cider pills to TrimSpa to Metabolife and even Herbalife. But all to no avail.

Recently I've been diagnosed with a condition that is caused basically by being of child baring age (20-40 years old) and overweight, and they have no idea why it strikes some women and not others. It's called papiloedema, and it can cause me to go blind. The long and short of it is I have too much spinal fluid and it's causing pressure on my occular nerves. But, luckily I've been able to be set up with a nutritionist.

Finally, I'm hoping that it'll be someone that will tell me what I'm doing wrong and or right, and get me the fuck off of medication. Honestly, I could give two shits weather or not I lose a bunch of weight as long as I can get off of all the damned medication they've got me on.

I was told that seeing a nutritionist wasn't going to be covered by my medical insurance; but I have a sly doctor. He changed the wording around for me, and viola I've got a referal to see a nutritionist at no cost to me! I still have to call the guy; so we'll see if it turns out to be a real nutritionist or some guy that says to me "you need to eat less and exercise more!" bla bla bla...been there done that, it didn't work!

And just in case you're wondering, I'm not a fat lazy bitch that sits around the house and eats everything in sight because she's bored and then wonders why she's so fat. I work 2 jobs that frequently keep me out of the house for 12-15 hours of the day. At which time I don't eat at all. I eat breakfast before I leave for my first job, and then if I'm lucky I'll eat something for dinner when I get home.

I just get so tired of being stereotyped into that category of people who are fat because they eat too much and are lazy. I suppose I do have society and the media to blame for that one. And I'm not trying to be a cop out, but could I just be fat because I'm genetically pre-disposed?

I'm happy now, and I'm extremely lucky that I found a man that loves me weather I'm Kirsty Alley fat, or Lindsay Lohan skinny. He'd rather see me happy and healthy, but he loves me and thinks I'm beautiful no matter what; and for that I appreciate him more than I could ever express. And slowly, I'm peeling back the layers of damage done to me by my mom and her misguided attempts to "make" me lose weight. But somehow I can't help but think that this isn't my fault. Not that I don't want to take responsibility; because believe me I'd be the first to step in and stop whatever action I was doing that was making me fat if I knew what it was.

I dunno, I'm just so tired of being perpetually fat.

Fucking Pumpkins!

So, if you're thinking about carving pumpkins this year it's a great idea...really. However, you had better get started because Halloween is only a week away.

That being said, you see that really cool white pumpkin at the top of my blog? That was a fucking bitch and a half to carve! I did it, all by myself, with no electric saw or anything like that. It turned out pretty cool if I do say so myself. But the roughly 3 hours it took me to finish was torture!

Those fuckers have like a 3 inch thick rhind! I got it all gutted, and cut only to find out that the pumpkin saw I was using didn't penetrate deep enough to make the cuts all the way through! So a lot of it was done with a steak knife in the end. But it turned out pretty kick ass! I can't wait to put a candle in it tonight!

Just in case you're curious these are the "real" pumpkins we did also...



Leo did the skull on the top and I did the dracula thingy on the bottom. It was fun; and a definate must for our Halloween tradition.

I love this holiday! Even if it does include stupid white pumpkins!

YAY!

Tom Smykowski: Well alright, it was a "Jump to Conclusions" mat! It would be this mat, that you would put on the floor, and it would have different conclusions written on it, that you could jump to!

Michael: That is the worst idea I have ever heard in my life, Tom.

Samir: Yes, yes, it's horrible... this idea.

Hop Hop Hop! This is fun! I think I'll patent it since I'm so good at jumping to conclusions....Weeeeee....

I'm too tired for this shit tonight...In fact I'm just too tired for it for a really long time....


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I'm Sorry....So Sorry....

Apparently, I'm so vain...because the blog was about me. I don't suppose that makes me vain, but it does make me right. Any way, here is my response to the recent snap in my direction in the recent post in Alicia's Live Journal.

And before I reply, I would like to add one thing...I DO HAVE A FUCKING PHONE! PICK IT UP AND ACTUALLY CALL ME LIKE A REAL HUMAN AND WORK IT OUT! 535-7436 or 440-1892! I know you have these numbers!!

Now, on to the rest.

I'M SORRY

that I ever stood up for you when Jessica would trash you behind your back.

that I went to your play and tried to be a supportive friend.

that I tried not to hurt your feelings by posting a nice comment where I thought you read my blogs.

that I was your first friend, when you didn't know anyone, and I stuck by you.

that I would listen to your constant jabbering about yourself, with no intermission (or care usually) for what was really going on my life.

that my husband helped your husband out, when other people on the boat called him unsavory names behind his back.

that you can't figure out how to call me and work shit out over coffee, or tea, or movie, or dinner, or simply conversation.

that I don't have a baby. (nuf said)

that I ever cared what was going on in your life, and asked you about it; even when you never did the same for me.

that I speak my opinions and it bothers you that I "have no tact."

that you never ONCE asked me to go to lunch and or tea with you at The Victorian Tea House...even though you and Jessica go there all the time.

that I stayed your friend after you made me feel like Jessica talking shit about other people behind their backs was my fault.

that you still never added me to your "friends list" on LiveJournal.

that I was supportive of every decision that you made, including Rocky, Modeling, Mary Kay, The Body Shop, Ebay, Sewing and this play.

But mostly, I'm sorry because you probably didn't even notice. And although I'm sure all of this sounds harsh, and like I "have no tact." I hope you can take a moment to reflect on these facts. I'm sure you've probably already written me off any way....I'm sure it's easy to do when you've become my enemy's new best friend. She's probably poured all kinds of poison in your ear.

Just a final thought for the day: Why the hell do people need other people in their lives to justify themselves? Why do we care so much what other people think of us? I suppose it doesn't matter when 2 of your "best friends" just write you off without a single thought about it. But I also suppose that I'll be just fine, and so will the rest of the world tomorrow when I open my eyes to a new morning.

Now, enough sappy shit, let's get on with the day!

FREAK!

My fat ass cat has gone too far! Tonight while sitting in my lap and getting pet, she started to sniff my hand. I thought nothing of it until she started to lick it; and then my thought was "aww how cute, she loves me" And then she bit me!

It was like she was trying to eat me! YIKES! Maybe I've let this fat thing get out of hand with her...

Bloggin Away...

I checked my friend Alicia's LiveJournal today, and she's written something about someone talking shit about her behind her back. **cough cough JESSICA cough cough** [Because she used to do so much of it before she became her new buddy (after I stopped talking to her).] Any way, I digres. I thought it would be funny to post something about her journal in my blog! So, in tribute to Alicia's Journal Entry...

You're So Vain...

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
You had strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
When you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner and

You're so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this blog is about you
Don't you don't you

You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds (clowns?) in my coffe Clouds (clowns?) in my coffe
and

You're so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You're so vain
I guess you think this blog is about you
Don't you don't you

I had some dreams they were clouds (clowns?) in my coffe
Clouds (clowns?) in my coffe and

You're so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this blog is about you
Don't you don't you

Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you'e not you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend and

You're so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this blog is about you
Don't you don't you

HOLY CRAP! Clowns in my coffee?? It's scary enough that people have to communicate through blogs nowadays, but to add clowns to my coffee, that's just fuct up! Clowns scare the crap out of me!

I don't claim to be, or even really know who this person is she's talking about...because I'm not so vain....but I thought a tribute was in order...

This is not the greatest blog in the world...this is just a tribute!

holy crap, 2 song references in 1 blog, I'm good!

Recap and PS

Just a quick recap and a P.S. to anyone reading this. I love my friend Alicia, but the performance I saw yesterday could have been better. That's all I'm sayin.

They're Comming to Get You Barbara....GET OFF THE STAGE!

Today I FINALLY had the day off, so I got to spend some time with my grandma and my mother (before she leaves for Italy). I did my grandma's nails and then we went to lunch at The Victorian Tea Room in Port Orchard; incredibly cute and great food! Then we went to see The Night of the Living Dead at the Port Orchard Theater.

My friend Alicia is playing the role of Barbara in it and I've been wanting to go since it opened to see her act (having never actually seen her act although also having been reasured that she does it VERY well and should be on Broadway; according to her). She IM'd me this morning to tell me that there was a 2:30 matinee and that I should go, and like a good and obiedient friend I went.

Ouch! Personally I'm glad that I didn't pay the $10 fee to get in; luckily my grandma paid for all 3 of us. 3 Of the main characters kept stuttering through their lines (mind you this is not opening weekend), so the acting was a little sub par to say the least. Now, I can't say that I expect Broadway out of these people, or even really Seattle Theater out of them, they're doing it for free and for fun. But still, it was a little painful to watch.

Of corse the play was in grey scale; not a good choice. Half the people in makeup had only done a few body parts or the grey wasn't fully covering their skin. It was hard to look at it like it was in black and white. Also, they truncated it so much that you basically got a quick run down of a cult classic movie. So, I shouldn't be too terribly surprised when Alicia's "main role" got cut down to practically 10 lines. All of which were very overacted and a little too melodramatic for my taste. However, she can scream!

My friend Ray was also in the play, and for having such a small part, he was fantastic! But I've seen Ray act before and strongly believe that he should be acting in movies, or at least Broadway.

So, my official overview....If you're not doing anything for the day and need to kill roughly an hour and a half, and don't care how you do it, go see the play. But if you're looking for a really great show, I wouldn't bother this time.

They're Comming to Get Your Barbara....now GET OFF THE STAGE!

Sweet Sweet Revenge...

EVER HAVE ONE OF THESE DAYS?

I think I might be having one of these weeks. Although I might be more apt to point it at my head instead. I'm so fucking busy it's not even funny!

Tis the Season...

Today, for me, has been a pretty bad day. Just a series of disappointments really; followed by a very long car trip {alone} to Olympia to take my manicurist written test. Which I promptly failed in Lacey and had to drive back to Olympia to pay for again. Any way, long story short, it hasn't been good.

I can say however that the first thing that brought a smile to my face all day were two cars, or rather their lisence plates, on the way home. No, not in Olympia or even Tacoma, it was all the way out here in Silverdale.

I was getting on the freeway from picking up my schedule at Shari's and I got on the freeway behind a big black car with a lisence plate that said "BIRD". And I started to think to myself, how funny it's kindof like a big black crow (tis the season right?). Then not even 30 seconds later at the next on ramp a little yellow mazda sports car gets on the freeway with a lisence plate that says "CORN". I had to laugh at the irony of it all. The little corn car and the big black bird car. The only thing better would have been if the bird car somehow ate the little yellow corn car; or at least wrecked it, but it made me smile.

Like I said...Tis the Season...

In Your Face!

In your face DL Roope! I fucking passed my practical manicurist boards yesterday!! Stupid fucking bureaucratic, slimy, self serving, rude, obnoxious, self richeous bastards! I wish I had the money to sue their ass because if I had the time and money to go through the process I would put that fucking company out of business!

But they can all kiss my ass because I'm done with their bullshit and their not passing people (policy) because they don't like the way they look, or talk, or if they have tattoos etc. Fuck em all!

IN-YOUR-FACE!

Word of the Day

The word of the day is Moo.

moo - n :the sound made by a cow or bull v :make a low noise, characteristic of bovines

Fuck Yes I'll Eat It!

Today I am absolutely giddy with excitement!! I finally got enough time in my schedule to call some nutritionists.

Seeing as how I'm "going blind because I'm too fat" according to my bastard doctor; I figured I needed a good nutritionist. My dreams of skinny jeans were smashed when I called my doctor to get a referral to one. I was told that my medical insurance won't cover a nutritionist, even though I'm going blind because I'm fat and need to lose weight!! Fuckers!

So, today I finally got time to take matters into my own hands. I called and talked to 1 of the 2 in the phone book and she sounds like she really knows what she's talking about. And get this, not only can she help me lose weight, but she thinks she can help me with my (many) food allergies AND all my health problems!! I can't friggin wait!

She's sending me a little quiz thingy to help isolate where my problems are comming from (like my small intestine or kidneys), and she's also sending me some paperwork to fill out which includes a 3 day food diary.

I'm not saying that I'm too terribly jazzed about the possibility of having to become a vegitarian **cough cough Erika (Freak) cough cough** or worse having to eat everything raw. But at this point in my life I'm willing to try just about anything to get to stop taking all this damned medication, and fix my sinus problems; oh yea, and not go blind of corse.

So like I said before Fuck Yes I'll Eat It!

I've Been Gypped!

First, I'd just like to say that I'VE BEEN GYPPED!! Everyone on my block has these beautiful trees that are all turning wonderful colors of orange and yellow and red; as is the season of Fall. Here's what their trees all look like...



Now, not that I'm greedy or anything, but living in Washington State basically my whole life we don't get to see this that often. And my block is lined with these beauties.....except for my tree! I get the dead ass tree with not a single leaf! All the leaves in my yard are from the neighbors trees! This is what my tree looks like....



Now, to be fair, my tree looks like this year round, and normally it doesn't bother me. But I love the fall and winter seasons. And one of the main reasons I love the fall is because of the beautiful color changes. It seems like everyone gets to look out their little windows and see beautiful, colorful trees and I look out my window and see....dead, mossy branches.

Not to sound like I'm complaining too much, after all it is a free tree. But I do pay to live here (sortof) and I feel gypped! First crabgrass and now a dead tree. I suppose in about a month it won't matter, because everyone on the block will have a tree like mine. Maybe I'll just look at it as trend setting.

Yea, trend setting....I've always been a trend setter, I'm just getting a jump on it this year!

Now, a few words on the meaning of the word "gypped" just in case you're curious

The verb gyp, meaning 'to cheat; swindle; defraud' and usually found in the passive, is one of those words that has received attention due to the possibility of offending ethnic sensitivities.
Gyp is derived from Gypsy. Though the noun Gyp meaning 'a Gypsy' has always been very rare, the noun gyp meaning 'a thief or swindler', first recorded in the 1850s, has been relatively common for most of the century, and gyp verb, from 1880, is quite common indeed.

First, we should observe that the very word Gypsy is sometimes objected to. This word is derived from Egyptian, under the mistaken belief that the Gypsies were from Egypt. (In fact they are originally from northern India.) The people refer to themselves as the Roma, after Rom 'a Gypsy man', ultimately derived from a Sanskrit word meaning 'a low-caste musician'.

In relatively recent times--since the mid-1980s or so--some people have objected to the word gyp on the grounds that it is offensive to the Roma, since it stereotypes them as swindlers. It should be noted that the word gyp has apparently never been used as a deliberate ethnic slur, and many people are unaware even that gyp is derived from Gypsy. Thus gyp may be perceived as offensive, but it is never used with such intent.

Now, don't you all feel enlightened??