Wonderful Aftertaste

Road Rage

2012-01-28T22:21:00.000-08:00

I wish I had something pleasant to talk about. School is almost over. Then it is a journey of finding ways to pay for it or if I will find better paying employment. I love my job, I know I can't do it forever.
I have a sore throat. I went on a search for some night time stuff, but I found expired pills. Judging from the random medication from you know who I find around the house, I decided to toss it. Who knows what it was.
I went with my brother in his new car to Mountain Home. That was fun. I skipped a day of homework, which was great. The bad news was that I was asked to work some overtime the next day. I'm getting a B in Life Science anyway.
I had a fun time going to work this morning. Some nimrod cut me off. He rode on his breaks. When I went to the next lane, he slammed on his brakes. He followed me to the Albertson's parking lot where he harrassed me some more. Luckily, I know the number to 911. He sped off before the cop arrived.
Now, I'm off to bed. Hopefully, it's not going to be busy tomorrow because I have an assignment due.

Not Taking Crap 2012

2012-01-24T17:32:00.000-08:00

I had a new room mate. She only lasted for a couple of days. She had a new VW bug and worked at McDonnalds...that was going to be short. Mike is going to be here til spring. yay.
I wrote a long angry letter to Centurylink. They provided the worst customer service of the year already. Their website malfunctioned and they wanted me to pay a fee to pay on the phone with a rep. There is no way in hell I will pay because it is not my problem. The reps were snotty and extremely rude and stated, " Are you made because you are not getting your way?" Excuse me?
I tell University of Phoenix I do not want to continue going to college for a higher degree. My social life is in the negative. Their website sucks. It is always down. I am always running into some problem and every time I ask for help, I have to call many times and they have to keep asking for information each time. Tech support is being snotty to me. I wrote nasty feedback. I finally got the problem with Adobe fixed after the fourth call.
Mike keeps messing with the heater. I'm putting a lock on it and see what he does. In fact, I'm going to clean the bathroom at 3am. Why? He keeps urinating on the floor and never cleans up after himself.
I am thinking about finding new employment. Some people are talking to me as though I am not reading what is going on. It is condescending and I am tired of it.
In the mean time, I am having a hard time socializing. It occured to me today how much bullshit people put me through. I am afraid that the same behaviour will occur with new friends. I am probably destined to be alone.

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2012-01-04T08:59:00.000-08:00

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Happy New Year

2011-12-31T22:56:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year.
It's just another day. I find that I am less thrilled about the holidays. I thought up some resolutions for 2012. I normally do not have a resolution.
In the next five months, I should be done with college. They are trying to convince me to continue. Be a part of the growing population of college debt? NO. I do not know how many times I have to tell them no. They are ruining my life. They still do not get it.
Next resolution is to get rid of pieces of shit like Joel. He is being an asshole. I have been called "little girl" for the last time. Little girls do not own homes and have a management position. I do not like being told that I need to understand "my place." What place is that anyway? I reminded him who has the upper hand the other night.
That is pretty much it. I am thinking of selling the house after school. I hope someone buys it because I want to move. I'm sick of smelling cat piss when I do not have any cats.

Living Paycheck to Paycheck?

2011-12-28T17:13:00.000-08:00

Each time I recieve money, I always have some kind of plan. Perhaps this means I am living from paycheck to paycheck. I went through an evaluation, I am where I need to be...my associates do not take me seriously. I am not confident enough, so I am pretty much saying what I can whenever. That way, people know I exist on the team. Christmas was fun. I drove to see everyone. I got some money from my father. I think I will use some to pay for the car battery and save the rest for some fun or clothing. I used some money from last year to renew my stickers on the car. I got some new snow boots. If I have a nice lumpsum left, I want more ink. We shall see. The Acer finally died. There was about 41% battery life left over and would not turn on with just the cord. No, it's not the cord. It's the motherboard. May as well get something new. The Acer was less than two years old. Now, I have a Toshiba. I would use the Compaq, but some idiot placed a bunch of crap on it and now it moves slow. Never again. I finally received my pension information. I don't think it is high enough to retire with in the future. I already moved my car loan onto the Chase account. I want to use the pension to get rid of Chase. Need to get ready for the new large bill. I spent time looking for a scholarship and received nothing but phone calls from more universities. No, I am almost 35 and still single and no children. Please, fuck off. The university in Georgia was kind enough to send me even more links for scholarships. They were pretty cool. Maybe, if they have a degree for the entertainment field and the scholarships work I may consider. I am heading to mothers for New Years. I don't know if I have to work the next day. I'll see what I can work out.

Reaching Out

2011-12-22T16:36:00.000-08:00

I do not normally do this. I have turned my nose up at hand outs, unless it is used clothing or when I am going through a difficult time. This winter break, more crap hit the fan. In case you did not know the story, I was someone who could be sold on just about anything. Just like this house. I was working at a job that paid me nearly $16 an hour without a degree. Then I lost that job and now I make way less. I like my job, the team is great and so is the boss person. I do not make enough. Because I was naive, Mabel convinced me that going to University of Phoenix would better my life. She called and called. I caved in because I wasn't doing anything with my life. I thought it would be one of those educations that lasted for about six months. As time went on, more classes appeared. I panicked because I thought this was temporary and I cannot afford any more bills than what I had. Only at this time, I was getting more information. It has been many years since I have been to school, I didn't know what to ask in the beginnning. I never paid for public school, I didn't know what to ask. Alana told me that I was in this for two years. I was worried because, again, I cannot afford more bills. I asked if I was getting billed because they had told me earlier that I did not have to worry. I was under the false impression that I was covered with the FASFA and I had already expressed numerous times that I do not want to pay for anything. Lies, lies, and more lies. Nobody gave me any straight answers. So, college is almost over. Four more classes and five more months. I am on break and trying to find a scholarship because Alan said that I would be worthy of them. I follow the link to find that I have a balance of about $20,000 when I thought it would be half as much. I am absolutely livid. I e-mail Alana telling her that the website does not make sense. I get a call back from both Alana and Jennifer. They help me find my lender. I am pissed because they told me all along that I do not have to worry about anything. I do have to worry, I did not want or need another bill. Jennifer spent her time over talking me and arguing. She claimed that they gave me all the details and by law they have to. I informed her of the expository on television, she interrupts me again saying they took that to court and won. Really? Well, I already am aware of their bad behaviour. Must I remind them that they harrassed me on the phone until I finally gave in? I told them I do not want to hear from them again and hung up. Jennifer called and I refused to answer, I really do not feel like talking to these two. I sent an email explaining that I was not told anything, do not call unless they can give me a legit link for help, and that I am sick of her talking over me. Jennifer asked me if I would still like to attend. I am offended by that because I do not want a $20,000 bill and no degree. It pissed me off because I have been attending for the past three years. (Yep, was two years but turned into three because people do not know how to leave me the hell alone in the house.)Alana sent me an e-mail explaining that the last four classes are about $5,000. I asked her if that was in addition to the bill. She gave me a subtle e-mail stating to watch my account. I want to have someone else, really, they are both fired. I need help finding something legit for a scholarship. I am not going to be able to pay for any of this. It may give me some more money come tax season. This loan is way too much. If University of Phoenix did not care about me an my situation, I do not think that there are any scholarships that are going to care. It is just like when I moved to Boise. Boise did not pay attention to me because I did not take any of their classes previously. It was my Junior year, how could I? I got a phone call from a transitional person from UoP. As far as furthering my education? I am seriously not going to further my education. I cannot go out and meet people going to school. What is the point of college if I cannot begin a life? Meh, bad men are trying to seduce me. It doesn't make a difference obviously. The point is, people already have a life going to college. Most people are fresh out of high school, happily married or divorced, and everyone has a family or a business. Me? I'm a single girl that never wanted an education. I'm just going where ever life takes me and I am more comfortable that way. By the way, does anyone else disagree with this new blogger set up?

Gendercide

2011-12-21T10:43:00.000-08:00

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I wish I had enough money so I could adopt a girl from India. They have a link for unique housing and they have had an overwhelming response.

If Unwanted, Why Have Them?

2011-12-21T10:02:00.000-08:00

MUMBAI, India – More than 200 Indian girls whose names mean "unwanted" in Hindi have chosen new names for a fresh start in life.
A central Indian district held a renaming ceremony Saturday that it hopes will give the girls new dignity and help fight widespread gender discrimination that gives India a skewed gender ratio, with far more boys than girls.

The 285 girls -- wearing their best outfits with barrettes, braids and bows in their hair -- lined up to receive certificates with their new names along with small flower bouquets from Satara district officials in Maharashtra state.

In shedding names like "Nakusa" or "Nakushi," which mean "unwanted" in Hindi, some girls chose to name themselves after Bollywood stars such as "Aishwarya" or Hindu goddesses like "Savitri." Some just wanted traditional names with happier meanings, such as "Vaishali," or "prosperous, beautiful and good."

"Now in school, my classmates and friends will be calling me this new name, and that makes me very happy," said a 15-year-old girl who had been named Nakusa by a grandfather disappointed by her birth. She chose the new name "Ashmita," which means "very tough" or "rock hard" in Hindi.

The plight of girls in India came to a focus after this year's census showed the nation's sex ratio had dropped over the past decade from 927 girls for every 1,000 boys under the age of 6 to 914.

Maharashtra state's ratio is well below that, with just 883 girls for every 1,000 boys -- down from 913 a decade ago. In the district of Satara, it is even lower, at 881.

Such ratios are the result of abortions of female fetuses, or just sheer neglect leading to a higher death rate among girls. The problem is so serious in India that hospitals are legally banned from revealing the gender of an unborn fetus in order to prevent sex-selective abortions, though evidence suggests the information gets out.

Part of the reason Indians favor sons is the enormous expense of marrying off girls. Families often go into debt arranging marriages and paying for elaborate dowries. A boy, on the other hand, will one day bring home a bride and dowry. Hindu custom also dictates that only sons can light their parents' funeral pyres.

Over the years, and again now, efforts have been made to fight the discrimination.

"Nakusa is a very negative name as far as female discrimination is concerned," said Satara district health officer Dr. Bhagwan Pawar, who came up with the idea for the renaming ceremony.

Other incentives, announced by federal or state governments every few years, include free meals and free education to encourage people to take care of their girls, and even cash bonuses for families with girls who graduate from high school.

Activists say the name "unwanted," which is widely given to girls across India, gives them the feeling they are worthless and a burden.

"When the child thinks about it, you know, 'My mom, my dad, and all my relatives and society call me unwanted,' she will feel very bad and depressed," said Sudha Kankaria of the organization Save the Girl Child. But giving these girls new names is only the beginning, she said.

"We have to take care of the girls, their education and even financial and social security, or again the cycle is going to repeat," she said.

Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/world/2011/10/22/hundreds-indian-girls-named-unwanted-choose-new-names/#ixzz1hC3krxvh

Wish List

2011-12-14T10:00:00.000-08:00

It is that time of year. I don't have a way to give presents. I don't expect presents. There are a couple of items I would like and some movies with Colin Farrell.

This looks really cool. Then again, it is from an infomercial. This would come in handy for the countless tree branches hovering over my lawn.

I have a radio, but it doesn't work anymore. I would like to have something that will play CD's and obsolete objects such as records and tapes.

This would be nice for the house. I don't know how old mine is, but it causes my gas bill to skyrocket. I haven't seen how much they are. I found one at Habitat for Humanity for a couple hundred bucks. Yes, I like recycled house parts.
Now, I have to go. I have a final project to finish and then it is winter break time!

winter break is coming

2011-12-10T23:02:00.000-08:00

Sad Keanu

2011-12-02T01:00:00.000-08:00

hmmmm

2011-11-28T22:33:00.000-08:00

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? I wonder if one of those phony owls will scare the cats away... It would probably be easier than trying to get an endangered species as a pet to eat them.

What is the Point of PETA?

2011-11-23T18:19:00.000-08:00

I do not like activists. I hate them because they are telling people how to live and what to wear. I dislike them because they are a bunch of uneducated hypocrites. I would give you various examples to prove my point, but my gripe is about PETA and their wishful thinking for Turkey, Texas.
Lately, PETA has been making me gag. I read an article about their fantasy about having Lady Gaga dress up in a lettuce dress. White clouds, horseshoes, and unicorns. Seriously, who actually thinks Lady Gaga will do what you tell her to?
I watched on the news how PETA is telling Turkey, Texas that if they change their name for Thanksgiving they will treat them to a vegan dinner. Seriously? Turkey, Texas can be in honor of the bird. Hell, maybe turkeys helped them through a financial crisis. As far as a vegan dinner goes, make it for your own damn self.
What about the country Turkey? I wonder if they griped at them about that. What would they do if they discovered Chicken Dinner Road? If I was mayor of Turkey, Texas, I would say STFU.
What is the point of PETA, anyway? Are they a bunch of progressives educating Americans about the evils of eating meat? Don't they have better things to do? Sharks are mysteriously showing up in the forest. People are hoarding animals and not taking care of them (like my neighbors). Do something important instead of focusing on petty crap.
Happy Thanksgiving!

alien mythology

2011-11-20T22:48:00.000-08:00

NO!!!!!!

2011-11-19T17:27:00.000-08:00

I made up something I think of as mental rape. Someone unattractive with bad body odor tells me that they are attracted to me and that I have a beautiful body. YUCK!! Mike has offered to buy me gifts, I have told him no. He has told me how happy he is to live with a beautiful woman, I ignore him. In fact, when I respond I do not mention anything about his comments AT ALL.
What is most disturbing is that he emailed me twice his sick twisted sexual desires. I emailed him about my boyfriend and suddenly he wants to move. Then he tells me he will stay here until spring.
For my protection, my bedroom is moved. He lays a pinky on me, he is getting a broken pinky. The room was moved to make room for a new room mate. He emailed me again today how he enjoys living with me and blah blah blah. He says that he likes me and yadda yadda yadda. If one enjoys living here, they would show me respect. I replied with a short email saying hello and about my busy life. Work and school.
He sends another email today about his grandfather passing away. My condolences. Then in the email he tried to give me a guilt trip. He said he will leave me alone for a while and that maybe he will find another girl to focus his attention on. Really? I have a boyfriend, he should be focusing his attention elsewhere anyway! YUCK! If he is aware of the arrangement of being a roommate and nothing else, why hassle me?
The journey continues to find another room mate. I think he is playing mind games. He probably thinks he is pulling a fast one, my move is more swift than his. Besides, I can move way faster than he can.

Ready December 1st!

2011-11-15T21:35:00.000-08:00

Ready December 1st!

Sick and Mortified

2011-11-15T20:26:00.001-08:00

This is the time of year when people bail. If people are going to give their notice, they should say so and not be a sick fucking pig. Seriously, that is going to be part of the agreement.
The previous room mate tried to lie to me about his girlfriend breaking up with him. Really? Roger was an old chump that thought I was gullible. He fixed the hole in the wall. Why is it that men think I must have sex with them if I am renting a room to them?
Mike seemed polite. But, I became leery because he has been bitching about the trucking industry doing poor. Around this time, I was asking if anyone can help me. I do not know who to call that was close to me. I know the signs and I know what happens this time of year.
Kory responded, but I just met her and it would make me feel bad. I posted again. Mom responded, nothing had been done as of yet and I don't want to drag people from far away to move a bed. What is causing me distress is the fact that none of my friends were responding. Do they not care?
Mike began to act like a flake, just like the previous room mates did. He was acting aggressive and knocking on my door. He kept on hovering close to me. When my boyfriend was visiting, Mike was pacing back and forth. He asked me to give him a ride on Sunday morning. He left early and bitched that I did not show enough gratitude. I told him not to worry about the chores around the house, so, fuck you.
I apologized and told him thanks and told him that I really do not have the gumption to speak to anyone and I am going to school. He proceeds to send me sick emails about wanting to "have our bodies intertwined". Gross. I am sick to my stomach. He is as large as a whale and has bad body odor. I continue to do my school work and ignoring him. The next day, he sends me an email apologizing. Then after that came another email about sex and pleasuring himself. Fucking pig, if you want to put in your notice fucking say so.
I send him a response that I would prefer friendship and I have a boyfriend. No response until today. He tells me he found a place and he will be moving. Good, now I do not have to worry about being raped by this sack of shit. If he ever laid a pinky on me, he would lose that pinky. The bad part about this is that I have to be searching for another room mate.
In the meantime, I have been looking for ways to reduce my bills. It takes months to find someone because I must be selective. One in 10 people who come and look at the room are bi-polar and fresh out of the hospital. Eight of out of 10 people have a criminal record for fraud and are on academic probation. What is worse that one factory up the road closed and 500 people lost their job. Simplot is closing and 1,000 more are losing work.
I am talking to Chase and the car loan is going on that account. My associate asked me if that was financially responsible, yes it is because it will be the only way to survive since I want to get rid of Mike.

Silver Tongue Devil

2011-11-09T18:14:00.000-08:00

I am going to vote for Obama. Why? Is it anyone's business? Not really, but I think it is important to express my opinion. I think Obama has some work to finish.
I am watching the circus of a campaign and I think the people are salacious idiots. I want to hear what they can do for this country, not what they are going to do to Obama. What on earth are they going to do that is so different that will fix this mess of a country?
Michelle Bachmann is a twit. How do people like her run for president? If there is a woman who should run for president, it should be Gabrielle Giffords. Anyone who survives a gunshot wound to the head is a bad ass. Of course, I shouldn't vote for someone because they are a bad ass.
Then we have Herman Cain. Did America think that we would get free pizza if he won the election? There is something evil about him. He has said that blacks are brainwashed. Cain already proved he is too outrageous to run for president.
Then we have women stepping up accusing him of sexual harassment. Then he does something that gave me the creeps. He sings and it sounds like he is singing a hymn. Anyone here watch Poltergeist movies? He reminded me a demon from one of the sequels. The circus carries on.
He is playing the racial card. Bill Clinton is white. Could it be that we *gasp!* learned our lesson? Paula Jones, Kathleen Willey, Juanita Broaddrick were we listening? We only paid attention when it came to Monica Lewinsky. No, Cain, it's not because you are African American. It is because we don't want to witness infidelity of our leader again.

Bettering My Life

2011-11-09T17:47:00.000-08:00

Or perhaps, buttering my life to make it slippery and out of control. I am watching the globe spiral out of control and completely out of orbit. Yes, it is time to gripe about how idiotic this universe is.
If people were smart, they would be protesting in front of the capitol building. Who gave people that had money more money? Let me phrase it this way, banks have money. Why did the government give them money? Crooks take money and it vanishes. Ask the closest thief you know. Why people are protesting in front of financial institutions is beyond me. Maybe people are in hopes that the money will be given back? HA! That would be like asking for money back from that politician that stole a ton of money from Canyon County.
It has been a while. Yes, I am still going to school and 70% of it is done. Then, I am on a quest to get scholarships. The very thing that should have been told to me in the beginning. I get a funny phone call that makes me think, "University of Phoenix has got a lot of brass." They are a for profit school after all.
The university called to see if I was interested in continuing with a Bachelors. My social life is completely diminished. There is no way in hell I can go on dates. I will be 35 soon. Never been married and no children. Do I want that life? I have no idea. When I am done, I will be done. I will move on and try to sell the house so I can get out of this hell hole. Where am I going to go? No idea. I keep eyeballing San Juan like it is a freshly baked cake. It is a hop skip and a jump away from Sydney, Canada. What kind of occupation would I have there? Don't know, a writer? Journalist? Maybe go to a desolate area of Idaho and write nasty horror stories about this state. Perhaps, horror stories about going to college in this crappy economy at my age and lifestyle.
Granted, it has been interesting, fun, and aggravating. Friend says, I can quit. Really? And be left with $20,000?? No, that would be fucking stupid. My stupidity must stop. I was stupid and purchased a house where there is no work. I was stupid and listened to Mabel convince me that earning a degree will better my life.
I watched an interesting report on the news. Many, many people were holding signs on how much they owe in tuition...and no work. The signs were $30,000 and higher. No, I do not want to participate in this madness. It is madness. How is it bettering my life? HOW? Is bettering your life adding debt? No, a better life is stress free. Debt is not stress free.

X-Rated Music

2011-10-25T20:58:00.000-07:00

Here we have a cheesy cover of Khia's Lick It. I find the most random stuff don't I?

This is Khia's song.

Wanted

2011-09-21T19:54:00.000-07:00

A thought cam across my mind today. I want a new father. Mine...well, it just isn't working out.
He forgot my birthday a couple of years ago. His excuse was that he confused mine with Shykia's.
Okay, I know I am busy. My job is unable to give me a time off request. I have to go to school. My laptop is not portable because the battery will not stay charged. So, if I am invited somewhere the answer is probably, "I'm sorry, I cannot go anywhere." It does not hurt to ask me though or inform me about any exciting events.
I am single and need as much help as I can get. I ask if anyone can help me move my room, I do not get a response. I asked dad if I could get some assistance with a branch. I have a branch that will rip a cable off my roof and then there will be a hole.
I called Centurylink, nobody called me back. I am at a loss. I am helpless. My lawnmower quit working today. My friends are vanishing. Not that it mattered anyway, the disease ridden rodent has not called me for four years. I hate people who talk behind my back, so to spite them I do it right back.
So, dad was supposed to call me. He never did. I called and I was told he went to Oregon to visit Tim and go to a wedding for one of Aunt Sandy's kids. I was told he told everyone and quiet surprisingly not me. Really?
Why continue this childish Maughan feud? You really want to drag me into this vicious cycle? You people really sicken me. I never did shit. It is bad enough people are not talking to me but members of my own family?
I am not surprised that Aunt Sherry did not have a funeral. Maybe she did and I was not informed of that either. Why force me to be a recluse?
Dad did not tell me anything and did not call until today. Guess what? I did not answer. I am probably not going to answer ever again.

Canada

2011-09-19T21:01:00.000-07:00

As Vancouver was hosting the 2010 Winter Olympics, here are some silly questions that were asked by people from all over the world. Believe it or not, these questions about Canada were posted on an International Tourism Web site. Obviously the answers are not to be taken seriously, but the questions were indeed asked and are now another addition to the collection of Canadian jokes!

Q: I have never seen it warm on Canadian TV, so how do the plants grow? (England)
A. We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around and watch them die.

Q: Will I be able to see Polar Bears in the street? (USA)
A: Depends on how much you've been drinking.

Q: I want to walk from Vancouver to Toronto. Can I follow the Railroad tracks? (Sweden)
A: Sure, it's only 4,000 miles, take lots of water.

Q: Is it safe to run around in the bushes in Canada? (Sweden)
A: So it's true what they say about Swedes.

Q: Are there any ATM's (cash machines) in Canada? Can you send me a list of them in Toronto, Vancouver, Edmonton and Halifax? (England)
A: What, did your last slave die?

Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Canada? (USA)
A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. Ca-na-da is that big country to your North… oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Calgary. Come naked.

Q: Which direction is North in Canada? (USA)
A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.

Q: Can I bring cutlery into Canada? (England)
A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.

Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)
A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-ma-ny, which is... oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Vancouver and in Calgary, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.

Q: Do you have perfume in Canada? (Germany)
A: No, WE don't stink.

Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Where can I sell it in Canada? (USA)
A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.

Q: Can you tell me the regions in British Columbia where the female population is smaller than the male population? (Italy)
A: Yes, gay nightclubs.

Q: Do you celebrate Thanksgiving in Canada? (USA)
A: Only at Thanksgiving.

Q: Are there supermarkets in Toronto and is milk available all year round? (Germany)
A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of Vegan hunter/gathers. Milk is illegal.

Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Canada, but I forget its name. It's a kind of big horse with horns. (USA)
A: It's called a Moose. They are tall and very violent, eating the brains of anyone walking close to them. You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go out walking.

Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)
A: Yes, but you will have to learn it first.

There you have it, pure sarcasm as part of these Canadian jokes.

http://www.swanparadise.com/Canadian-Jokes.html

Dear Sprint

2011-09-14T21:43:00.000-07:00

This is how Sprint works. The moment you get the phone, you automatically get an agreement. They refuse to replace the phone if you do not have insurance, it does not matter how new the phone is. If you have a problem, customer service will antagonize you. Each rep will treat you like garbage.
I have purchased insurance. THEY REPLACE IT WITH THE SAME PIECE OF CRAP PHONE. It is the insurance policy to replace the crappy model with the same thing. They replaced it three times. I removed the insurance because nobody was helping me. This has been the routine every single month for the past year.
They referred me to LG. LG gives me the run around. Sprint is wasting my time. I have told them numerous times I have to go to school and I cannot communicate with ANYONE because this phone is crap. Sprint wants me to spend more money on crap that I do not need. Sprint told me I should buy another phone. FUCK NO. Every single detail is being printed and mailed to Sprint corporate office, BBB, and the Attorney General. Sprint is a nightmare and Rumor Touch ruined my life.

I have every receipt and e-mail from all of this crap. I keep telling you people to waive the agreement. At this point, it is too late to save yourself. I have told you people that the phone is garbage. I have told you what I need and your company could not do it's job. I am posting this information in as many places that I can fathom.

For the Love of Pete, SHUT UP

2011-09-08T07:11:00.001-07:00

It has been ten years since my first week at Boise West Carwash. It has been ten years since air planes were the horror in every person's dream. It has been ten years since they played the footage over and over again for hours straight for days.
The news for some reason cannot get enough of terrorizing viewers. Every single day for the past ten years, they have played the smoking towers. Every day, they play footage of the airplanes colliding with the buildings.
When they play this footage, they are airing people getting murdered. When they air this footage, they are airing people dieing. They are showing people falling to their death. Knock it off. It is already FRIED into our brains. For the ten year anniversary, I would like to not see that footage EVER again. Not to be insensitive, we get the point. Stop playing it and give people their dignity.
It appears that people care more about World Trade Center. What about the other flights. Wasn't one at the Pentagon? We are so obsessed with media addict New York. I can imagine what history books will look like. "The tragic events happened to the World Trade Center. Oh and by the way, the last plane crashed in a field."
The only detail I like is that people are airing stories of survival and putting lives back together again. I have been reading stories about what people are going through mentally and physically. I saw a story about a search and rescue dog that retired. A lady looking for her fiance during the tragic event got married.

Mom Got Green Bananas

2011-09-06T20:54:00.000-07:00

PoF

2011-09-06T20:39:00.001-07:00

Random stranger: Hello how are you?
After looking at his profile: Disappointed that someone like you has the gumption to send me a message when it says I want someone my age and you are old enough to be my father.
Seriously, are guys my age looking for minors on the Internet? People are hopeless. I read through the Idaho Statesman about online dating. The only thing I accessed were long lists of people who entice young children to meet them. A huge majority of the list were men starting at the age of 30.
There are no good guys. All the good guys are married. All the bad ones are cheating on their wife. I don't want to take my chances. Knowing my luck, if I ever get married, I will be cheated on. Or he may just vanish and never speak to me again.
I have been busy. I have a picky instructor again. I bust my hump to turn in a paper I enjoyed writing only to get an 85.
I need help moving my room. Just in case Mike bails on me. I asked about rent, he got grumpy. He was complaining last time how hard it is to get a job to deliver some stuff. This is making me nervous.
In other news, I am collecting Colin Farrell. I have In Bruges, Ondine, The New World, and Tigerland. If anyone has a spare Colin Farrell movie they want to get rid of, send them my way.

random rambling

2011-08-19T21:39:00.000-07:00

School has turned me into a monster. People say negative things about UoP. What school does not harass you? Who gave the school your name? You did. Just as I did. So here I am and you negative Nancy's are not fooling anyone.
So, the new classes begin. I have to speak to Pell about covering the final year. I have a cruddy adviser if they pay for it. She said I am deserving of a scholarship. I have straight A's. I am not going to afford to pay for anything once everything is all said and done. I must hurry and do something.
I know a few more things about the computer. I use my tricks at work. I can switch screens by pushing buttons. This task is more fun with the new version of windows. I like alt codes. ♪♫ I have a little too much fun! ♫♪ To top off the fun, I have critical thinking skills. Be afraid, be very afraid.
What's new? Not much. I still do not have time. Even more so. I will be cracking away at school for the next year. The roommate is home until Tuesday. I think i am going to rent another room before the economy is completely in the crapper.
Amy Winehouse...well, you know the story. Sad celebrity, stupid celebrity, waste of talent. You would think that people would learn after so many deaths. Stupid, gullible humans.
Hopefully, I will have time to go out. My friend is having a birthday party. Why does everything have to take place on Saturday? Does anyone else work on Saturday besides me? Oh, that's right. A huge chunk of the country is unemployed, what was I thinking? How the hell can they afford to go to the bar? NPR had a report that people make stupid financial decisions when it is risky. Yep, we can kiss the economy good-bye!

Not Too Far From The Truth

2011-08-13T19:48:00.000-07:00

Mom Needs a Tortoise

2011-08-12T21:05:00.000-07:00

Mother & Daughter Communication

2011-08-11T09:47:00.000-07:00

TODAY updated 5/9/2006 http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/12689633/

As part of the “Today” show’s special series “Listen to Me, I’m Your Mother!,” we’re taking a look at what makes mother and daughter relationships so unique and yet so complicated. Deborah Tannen, author of “You're Wearing That? Understanding Mothers and Daughters in Conversation,” was invited on the show to discuss how mothers and daughters communicate with each other and how misunderstandings can occur. In her book, Tannen, a professor of linguistics at Georgetown University, writes that mothers and daughters speak the same language, but have different expectations. Here's an excerpt:

Chapter 1
Can We Talk?
Mothers and Daughters in Conversation
My daughters can turn my day black in a millisecond,” says a woman whose two daughters are in their thirties.

Another woman tells me, “Sometimes I’ll be talking on the phone to my mom, and everything’s going fine, then all of a sudden she’ll say something that makes me so mad, I just hang up. Later I can’t believe I did that. I would never hang up on anyone else.”

But I also hear comments like these: “No one supports me and makes me feel good like my mother. She’s always on my side.” And from the mother of a grown daughter: “I feel very lucky and close with my daughter, and particularly since I didn’t have a close relationship with my mother, it’s very validating for me and healing.”

Mothers and daughters find in each other the source of great comfort but also of great pain. We talk to each other in better and worse ways than we talk to anyone else. And these extremes can coexist within the same daughter-mother pairs. Two sisters were in an elevator in the hospital where their mother was nearing the end of her life. “How will you feel when she’s gone?” one asked. Her sister replied, “One part of me feels, How will I survive? The other part feels, Ding-dong, the witch is dead.”

The part of a daughter that feels “How will I survive?” reflects passionate connection: Wanting to talk to your mother can be a visceral, almost physical longing, whether she lives next door, in a distant state, in another country — or if she is no longer living on this earth. But the part that sees your mother as a wicked witch — a malevolent woman with magical power — reflects the way your anger can flare when a rejection, a disapproving word, or the sense that she’s still treating you like a child causes visceral pain. American popular culture, like individuals in daily life, tends to either romanticize or demonize mothers. We ricochet between “Everything I ever accomplished I owe to my mother” and “Every problem I have in my life is my mother’s fault.” Both convictions come laden with powerful emotions. I was amazed by how many women, in the midst of e-mails telling me about their mothers, wrote, “I am crying as I write this.”

Women as mothers grapple with corresponding contradictions. The adoration they feel for their grown daughters, mixed with the sense of responsibility for their well-being, can be overwhelming, matched only by the hurt they feel when their attempts to help or just stay connected are rebuffed or even excoriated as criticism or devilish interference. And the fact that these pushes and pulls continue after their daughters are grown is itself a surprise, and not a pleasant one. A woman in her sixties expressed this: “I always assumed that once my daughter became an adult, the problems would be over,” she said. “We’d be friends; we’d just enjoy each other. But you find yourself getting older, things start to hurt, and on top of that, there are all these complications with your daughter. It’s a big disappointment.”

Small Spark, Big Flare-up
Especially disappointing — and puzzling — is that hurt feelings and even arguments can be sparked by the smallest, seemingly insignificant remarks. Here’s an example that comes from a student in one of my classes named Kathryn Ann Harrison.

“Are you going to quarter those tomatoes?” Kathryn heard her mother’s voice as she was preparing a salad. Kathryn stiffened, and her pulse quickened. “Well, I was,” she answered. Her mother responded, “Oh, okay,” but the tone of her voice and the look on her face prompted Kathryn to ask, “Is that wrong?”

“No, no,” her mother replied. “It’s just that personally, I would slice them.”

Kathryn’s response was terse: “Fine.” But as she cut the tomatoes — in slices — she thought, Can’t I do anything without my mother letting me know she thinks I should do it some other way?

I am willing to wager that Kathryn’s mother thought she had asked a question about cutting a tomato. What could be more trivial than that? But her daughter bristled because she heard the implication “You don’t know what you’re doing. I know better.”

When daughters react with annoyance or even anger at the smallest, seemingly innocent remarks, mothers get the feeling that talking to their daughters can be like walking on eggshells: they have to watch every word.

A mother’s questions and comments which seem to imply that a daughter should do things another way can spark disproportionate responses because they bring into focus one of the central conundrums of mother-daughter relationships: the double meaning of connection and control. Many mothers and daughters are as close as any two people can be, but closeness always carries with it the need, indeed the desire, to consider how your actions will affect the other person, and this can make you feel that you are no longer in control of your own life. Any word or action intended in the spirit of connection can be interpreted as a sign that the other person is trying to control you. This double meaning was crystallized in a comment that one woman made: “My daughter used to call me every day,” she said. “I loved it. But then she stopped. I understand. She got married, she’s busy, she felt she had to loosen the bonds. I understand, but I still miss those calls.” In the phrase “loosen the bonds” lies the double meaning of connection and control. The word “bonds” evokes the connection of “a close bond” but also the control of “bondage”: being tied up, not free.

There is yet another reason that a small comment or suggestion can grate: It can come across as a vote of no confidence. This is annoying coming from anyone, but it’s especially hurtful when it comes from the person whose opinion counts most — your mother. Unaccountable as this may seem to mothers, the smallest remark can bring into focus the biggest question that hovers over nearly all conversations between mothers and daughters: Do you see me for who I am? And is who I am okay? When mothers’ comments to daughters (or, for that matter, daughters’ comments to mothers) seem to answer that question in the affirmative, it’s deeply reassuring: all’s right with the world. But when their words seem to imply that the answer is No, there’s something wrong with what you’re doing, then daughters (and, later in life, mothers) can feel the ground on which they stand begin to tremble: They start to doubt whether how they do things, and therefore who they are, really is okay.

You’re Not Going to Wear That, Are You?
Loraine was spending a week visiting her mother, who lived in a senior living complex. One evening they were about to go down to dinner in the dining room. As Loraine headed for the door, her mother hesitated. Scanning her daughter from head to toe, she asked, “You’re not going to wear that, are you?”

“Why not?” Loraine asked, her blood pressure rising. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, people tend to dress nicely for dinner here, that’s all,” her mother explained, further offending her daughter by implying that she was not dressed nicely.

Her mother’s negative questions always rubbed Loraine the wrong way, because they so obviously weren’t questions at all. “Why do you always disapprove of my clothes?” she asked.

Now her mother got that hurt look which implied it was Loraine who was being a cad. “I don’t disapprove,” she protested. “I just thought you might want to wear something else.”

A way to understand the difference between what Loraine heard and what her mother said she meant is the distinction between message and metamessage. When she said “I don’t disapprove,” Loraine’s mother was referring to the message: the literal meaning of the words she spoke. The disapproval Loraine heard was the metamessage — that is, the implications of her mother’s words. Everything we say has meaning on these two levels. The message is the meaning that resides in the dictionary definitions of words. Everyone usually agrees on this. But people frequently differ on how to interpret the words, because interpretations depend on metamessages — the meaning gleaned from how something is said, or from the fact that it is said at all. Emotional responses are often triggered by metamessages.

When Loraine’s mother said “I don’t disapprove,” she was doing what I call “crying literal meaning”: She could take cover in the message and claim responsibility only for the literal meaning of her words. When someone cries literal meaning, it is hard to resolve disputes, because you end up talking about the meaning of the message when it was the meaning of the metamessage that got your goat. It’s not that some utterances have metamessages, or hidden meanings, while others don’t. Everything we say has metamessages indicating how our words are to be interpreted: Is this a serious statement or a joke? Does it show annoyance or goodwill? Most of the time, metamessages are communicated and interpreted without notice because, as far as anyone can tell, the speaker and the hearer agree on their meaning. It’s only when the metamessage the speaker intends — or acknowledges — doesn’t match the one the hearer perceives that we notice and pay attention to them.

In interpreting her mother’s question as a sign of disapproval, Loraine was also drawing on past conversations. She couldn’t count the times her mother had commented, on this visit and on all the previous ones, “You’re wearing that?” And therein lies another reason that anything said between mothers and daughters can either warm our hearts or raise our hackles: Their conversations have a long history, going back literally to the start of the daughter’s life. So anything either one says at a given moment takes meaning not only from the words spoken at that moment but from all the conversations they have had in the past. This works in both positive and negative ways. We come to expect certain kinds of comments from each other, and are primed to interpret what we hear in that familiar spirit.

Even a gift, a gesture whose message is clearly for connection, can carry a metamessage of criticism in the context of conversations that took place in the past. If a daughter gives her artist mother a gift certificate to an upscale clothing store, it may be resented if her daughter has told her again and again, “You’re too old to keep dressing like a hippie, Mom.” And criticism may be the impression if a mother who has made clear she can’t stand her daughter’s messy kitchen gives her as a gift an expensive organizer for kitchen utensils. The gift giver may be incensed that her generosity has been underappreciated, but the lack of gratitude has less to do with the message of the gift than with the metamessage it implies, which came from past conversations.

The long history of conversations that family members share contributes not only to how listeners interpret words but also to how speakers choose them. One woman I talked to put it this way: “Words are like touch. They can caress or they can scratch. When I talk to my children, my words often end up scratching. I don’t want to use words that way, but I can’t help it. I know their sensitivities, so I know what will have an effect on them. And if I’m feeling hurt by something they said or did, I say things that I know will scratch. It happens somewhere in a zone between instinct and intention.” This observation articulates the power of language to convey meanings that are not found in the literal definitions of words. It highlights how we use past conversations as a resource for meaning in present ones. At the same time, it describes the distinction between message and metamessage, a distinction that will be important in all the conversations examined in this book.

Who Cares?
While talking casually to her husband, Joanna absentmindedly tugs at a hangnail until the skin tears and a tiny droplet of blood appears. Unthinking, she holds it out before her husband’s eyes. “Put on a Band-Aid,” he says flatly. Her husband’s non-reaction makes Joanna wonder why she showed him so insignificant an injury. And then she realizes: She developed the habit of displaying her wounds, no matter how small, to her mother. Had she shown the ever so slightly broken skin to her, her mother would have reached out, taken Joanna’s finger in her hand, and examined it with a soothing grimace. Joanna was looking for that glance of sympathy, that fleeting reminder that someone else shares her universe. Who but her mother would regard so small an injury as worthy of attention? No one — because her mother would be responding not to the wound but to Joanna’s gesture in showing it to her. It isn’t only, isn’t really, concern for the torn hangnail that her mother shares but a subtle language of connection: The tiny drop of blood is an excuse for Joanna to remind her mother “I’m here” and for her mother to reassure her daughter “I care.”

Many women develop the habit of telling their mothers about minor misfortunes because they treasure the metamessage of caring they know they will hear in response, though, like Joanna, they may not notice until they get a different response from someone else. This also happened to a student in one of my classes, Carrie, when she was sick with the flu and called home. Carrie usually talked to her mother when she called, but this time her mother was out of the country, so she spoke to her father instead. This is how Carrie recounted the conversation in a class assignment:

Carrie: Hey, Daddy. I’m sick with the flu. It’s absolutely awful.

Dad: Well, take some medicine.

Carrie: I already did, but I still feel terrible.

Dad: Well then, go to the doctor.

Carrie: But everyone else at school is sick too. I couldn’t get an appointment for today.

Dad: Well, then, I’m sorry. I can’t help you there.

In commenting on this conversation, Carrie explained that she knows perfectly well to take medicine and go to the doctor when she’s sick. What she had been looking for when she called home was a metamessage of caring. In her words: “I am used to talking to my mother and having her fuss and worry over the smallest of my problems.” In contrast to her mother’s characteristic response, her father’s pragmatic approach came across as indifference and left her feeling dissatisfied, even slightly hurt.

Excerpted from "You're Wearing That?" by Deborah Tannen. Copyright © 2006 by Deborah Tannen. Excerpted by permission of Random House, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

Live, Crawfish, Live!

2011-08-07T06:11:00.001-07:00

(Reuters) - Instead of plunging headfirst to their death in a pot of boiling water, 534 live lobsters escaped the dinner plate and belly flopped to freedom into the dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

A group of Tibetan Buddhists flanked the sides of a whale-watching boat at dusk on Wednesday, sprayed the lobsters with blessed water, clipped the bands binding their dangerous claws and released them one by one into the deep water below.

The 30 Buddhists of all ages trekked to this northern Massachusetts fishing hub to buy 600 pounds of lobster from a seafood wholesaler and save the critters from imminent death.

The lobster liberation was scheduled for August 3, which is Wheel Turning Day on this year's Tibetan lunar calendar, the anniversary of the first sermon Buddha taught. On this holiday, the merit for positive actions is multiplied many times.

"Even if they get captured again, they've had a longer life," said Wendy Cook, former director at the Kurukulla Center for Tibetan Buddhist Studies in Medford, north of Boston.

Buddhists from the center typically liberate masses of the expensive seafood a couple times each year.

Cook, a yoga instructor, led a ceremony that included prayers, mantras and walking boxes of the lobsters in a circle around blessed objects. This develops a karmic connection for the animals' future lifetimes and help ease future suffering, she said.

Monk Geshe Tenley, Kurukulla Center's resident teacher, who was wearing a saffron robe, released the first lobster.

In India, Geshe Tenley said, cows, sheep and even goats are purchased and saved from slaughter. But here in New England, saving the lobsters and extending their lives -- even if just for an hour -- is most practical and a real way the group can make a difference in the lobsters' existence and their own.

"It's rethinking the way you normally see these creatures," said Victoria Fan, a graduate student who participated in the ceremony steps away from a sign for $15.99 lobster dinners.

"You're supposed to view them equally. Their happiness is as important as your happiness, their suffering is as important as your suffering," Fan said.

(Editing by Barbara Goldberg and Jerry Norton)

http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/08/05/us-lobsters-buddhists-odd-idUSTRE7743ZG20110805

Prrrrrrrr

2011-07-31T19:30:00.001-07:00

Where Nobody Can Hear You Scream

2011-07-30T19:42:00.000-07:00

I have yet again ran into an obstacle. Never in my working history have I had any problems with my paychecks. My job is shorting hours.
We are dealing with technology. It is not perfect because it is made by humans. But, NO, the payroll system is PERFECT!! Fuckers. They always say, "We overpaid you, our system recognizes when there is an error." We are right, you are wrong. I have been shorted hours. I am taking screen shots and sending it to the department of labor. Now, let's see what excuse they come up with.
I am searching for new employment while I still can. Ultimately, I will have to rent out another room. No jobs pay more than $10.50 per hour. Thank-you DirecTV for screwing up my life. I hope the millions of customers you have finally realize that you are high maintenance and find that programming online is better.
I am stuck on my project for school. My final project is to find a communication barrier and solve it. Gee, I have a large supply of people I do not communicate with. I thought my communication barrier with mother would be a good idea. Many mothers and daughters have a communication barrier. I think it would be a difficult assignment. I do not visit much. I think the last time I saw mom, I was showing poor communication skills. One barrier so far is technology.
It could be who I know has a communication barrier. I spoke too much about my father. Men communicate differently than women, men communicate differently than women.
I think my problem is that I speak about other people. I have not really focused on myself and how to overcome my own barrier. I am shy and do not communicate because of negative experience. I use technology to express myself. I do not think that I would be able to do a final assignment about a communication barrier I have with myself. Can I?
I spent time with mom for my birthday. We saw the latest Harry Potter, it was bad ass. We went to an excellent Thai restaurant. On my birthday, I worked. I came to work to find confetti, balloons, and a cupcake. Then, I spent the rest of the day alone. Dad called, he didn't say happy birthday. He just called to let me know when he was coming over. Sheesh. We had a pretty good BBQ. I had to buy a new one because some asshole broke the other one.
I feel alone. I gave up on POF, my current boyfriend already has a woman in his life. All I want to be is negative. Monster person who is not a good friend is pregnant. All I want to do is wish her ill.
I wish I had time and money to get out of the house. I would take the dogs for a walk but I do not feel like breaking up a dog fight. I'm too far away from people.

Getting Closer

2011-07-21T10:01:00.000-07:00

Unfortunately, I have to be working.

Harassment

2011-07-13T08:57:00.000-07:00

The neighbors across the street are breeding like rabbits. They have all of these boys jumping everywhere. They go on my yard to break things.
Last week I told them to get off my yard. They were tearing up my cherry tree. I have come home to a shattered ash tray on my side walk. The day before yesterday, I was watering my yard.
The boy next door told me that the kids were in my yard banging my welcome sign on my mail box. I put on my shoes and walk across the street. I knock on the door and this trashy, pregnant woman answers.
"The boys here, they need to stay off my yard. It is bad enough I have to clean up after all of these cats and clean up the mess my ex left, I have to clean up after your boys. If they do not stay off my yard I will call the cops." I told her.
She gets huffy and puffy, "You could have asked me politely. You do not have to be threatening me."
"Your boys were slamming my sign on my mail box today.
Snotty bitch, "Whatever, they have been at the lake all day today." She slams the door.
Really?? I own my house, they rent theirs. I have every right to tell the cunt to keep her boys off my yard. They have no right to be on my yard making a mess out of it. If they need to grab a lost ball, I am fine if they get it. I am not fine if they want to come and ruin my house. She wants to keep popping kids out and not take care of them? They are playing on every body's yard!
I have a no trespassing sign in my front yard. I call the cops about the inbreeds playing in my yard. They say that I have to have a cop talk to them in order to press charges on them in the future. Fine, I want that. I have a cop come over. I tell them of the hardship these people (animals) are causing. The cop went over to talk to them.
I was working on class last night. I hear something get shattered. The dogs go crazy. I run outside and looked around the yard. I do not see anyone. I go to the car and it looks fine. I go back in and turn on the porch light.
I go outside this morning to move my sprinkler. There is glass all over my steps. Someone had broke my light. Again, I have to waste my time calling the cops. This time, I am also asking people for the phone number for the owner of the house.
The cop cannot do anything because nobody witnessed anything. At least I will have a cop talking to them to make them aware that I am serious. As soon as I have the homeowners number, I will call him about the trash in his house. Hopefully, I can get them evicted.
It reminds me of when I was living in Monte Vista. There was a fat bitch with a ton of children. I was just walking down the road and she starts yelling at me, "What did you call me?!" People call other neighbors for no reason in a trailer court. If one mother is calling another just to have a strangers baby smacked around, I would call it third party child abuse.

Father's Day

2011-06-19T22:06:00.000-07:00

I have had a slightly entertaining weekend. I went to my first roller derby. It was awesome. I saw a girl cry after she nearly broke her nose.
I have been trying to visit dad. This is an impossible mission because it is hard to contact him. It does not matter if he has a cell phone with him.
I sat an chit chatted for a little bit. Justin called and he spoke to him for a little while. He told dad about a girl I knew a long time ago died about a year ago. I used to run around Kuna until the wee hours of the morning with her.
I tried to find some barrier, there is always some kind of barrier when I am speaking to dad. I noticed that some of the communication is impersonal and not interpersonal. I have been reading that men focus on one part of a conversation while women focus on a different part.
Oh yes, my communication class finally began. It never really did because the classes and most of the website vanished from Sunday until Wednesday. Then my assignment section was not up and running until Friday. Everything is finally back to normal again. I think it all went down because University of Phoenix turned their website into some social network.
I have been busy with that and trying to visit people. I went to see Autumn at Quinns. I found a new place in Boise that I enjoy. I have never been to Quinns, that place is pretty cool.
I am still putting my home back together again. I pulled the weeds along the side of the house and my garbage cans are full. I started to shovel dirt back into the hole. There was a huge pile of dirt next to the house. Next, is the pile of dirt and weeds in the back yard.
For now, I am going to relax. It is going to be a long and busy day.

Distractions

2011-06-08T16:13:00.000-07:00

Whenever I have a paper or a test, my phone is ringing. I have a final this week. I have spent today on the phone. My classes had to be built again, they vanished because of a conflict with the schedule. I chose some religion class, history, and life science.
I had to stand outside because my phone was cutting out. So, I could not work on class. As soon as I begin once more, dad calls. The phone is cutting out again and it dropped the call. I had to go outside and call him back. He told me that Aunt Sherry was in the hospital. So, I was getting more distracted.
While I was outside talking on the phone, I was chasing cats off my yard. They have officially turned into a pest problem. I run after them, they come back. I throw things at them, they come back.
Joel invited me to lunch in Boise. As I left the house, I chased more cats. On the way to Boise, I began to think that I should have a water gun. Yes, I can't get in trouble for spraying cats with water.
We go to lunch. As soon as I get food on the table, dad calls again. Aunt Sherry passed away. I didn't eat much of my lunch.
I never spent too much time with her. We used to take trips. We went to McCall for the ice festival thing. We went to Oregon a few times to visit Aunt Sandy.
I should be working on my final right now. I can't focus on it right now. I'll probably work on a few problems today.

Me Griping Again

2011-06-02T18:02:00.000-07:00

I feel that the world is against me again. There are rules at work that I must follow. I notice that I will get into a habit when it is okay to do one thing even though the rules say otherwise. I was going with these habits and made a total ass of myself.
Needless to say, I felt disappointed in myself. I felt even worse when the guy was apologizing. It has been like this for a few days. I am sure I will be demoted. If I am, I will look for new employment. It will be difficult because the factory up the road from me will be the cause of 500 people looking for work. I will never find anything local.
I am inches away from doing a short sale. I am not happy living in Nampa. My guy was telling me that he can finally smell the stench of the cats. It is so bad, I have to use a shovel. The neighbors can have the crap back, so it goes back over the fence. Not to mention that jobs are scarce and I have to commute for a low wage. I do not have the time or energy to do mandatory overtime. Yep, school was such a great idea. Can you hear my sarcasm? I will not be continuing for the Bachelors degree.
I don't know what to make of this situation. Nothing is getting better. Nobody is getting off their fat lazy ass to make it better. I have to have a room mate just to keep my head above water, this is bullshit. If you ever have a real estate agent that is ignoring your request to live closer to where there is work, tell him or her to fuck off and get another agent.

Thank God, Now I'm Sore

2011-05-27T21:41:00.000-07:00

It has been three years since I have signed the paperwork for the house. A novel full of my signatures. Sign, sign, sign and now I am very familiar with my mailing address.
It's been about a year since a human being ruined my house. It has been a year since my big backyard was filled with a large tree.
Now, I ache. I repainted two windows that were ruined. I mowed the yard by myself after someone trying to convince me that I could not do it without him. Dad came over yesterday and we cleared that huge pile of garbage from the back. We were going to pick up two piles, but he did not arrive until 2:30PM. I had an assignment. We were not finished until 6:00PM. Then, I was too tired to finish my assignment or post two substantive responses.
I have been brave enough to venture to work, people have been acting more erratically than normal. I think that people have become worse since the rapture. I think America is pissed off because it did not happen. I honestly believe that it will happen without us knowing when it is coming. Kind of like when someone passes away; you never know when it is going to happen. None of us are getting off alive anyway.
What the hell is with the new Internet Explorer? Everything was working fine until it upgraded. Now, I am stuck using Firefox. I am not happy. I hate Chrome because it takes up space.

Sick Day

2011-05-10T21:33:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I went to work. After the first call, my throat was bothering me. I asked if anyone has a cough drop and I am bombarded with cough drops. I can't figure out what I did with mine. The day wore on, conversation after conversation, my body begins to ache and my skin feels hot.
As soon as I get home, I fall asleep. I slept until 3am, my throat feels horrible. It hurt too much to speak. So, I called in sick. I spent the day drinking Theraflu and taking night time pills.
I begin to feel better by the hour. Then my throat begins to act up again. I pretty much spent the day sleeping, playing online games, and doing homework.
The only thing I have been hoping for is for some fairy to come by with something edible. Maybe bring me a DVD of Conan O'Brien episodes. That is virtually impossible. I have one DVD and it is of his 10th anniversary.
I am addicted to him right now. I ran out of clips to watch on YouTube. (I even ran out of videos to watch of another individual I love to watch! How is that possible, he has over 500 videos?? GRR!) I have been visting the TBS website and it takes forever to see a new episode. I don't have television and I don't have cable. The only people I know with cable are my parents and it would cost me too much money in gas. I just got a new room mate, so I am currently readjusting my life and my finances.

Trip to Canada

2011-05-04T06:27:00.001-07:00

I do not know what it is, I keep having dreams about being in water. Last night, I had this dream that there was a huge flood. I was swimming to find dry land and avoided a black shark.
I met with someone and we kept swimming. We swam to some grassy hills and sat to dry. The guy I was with starts talking to someone else below us. There was a gate with a couple of guards. It turned out that we swam to Canada.
The whole world ended up under water except for Canada. We were let in to Canada. Then I started to go to school and I saw Ryan Reynolds sitting in front of me. Second dream with him, weird.

My Trip To France

2011-04-23T18:13:00.000-07:00

Lately, I have been full of piss and vinegar. I have been so hyper, my associate was in a mirth of laughter. My brain is a bit active.
I had this weird dream the other night. It was set in France. This song called Do U Lie was the theme song. Normally, you cannot hear people talk in your sleep. There was definitely some audio.
I was going to the beach during the evening. Sitting all over the beach were baby dolls. They all had a big happy grin on their face. I kept on walking down the beach until I was in the water. Under the water were frightened baby dolls.
Swimming next to them were these ugly dark blue eels. Then I saw Ryan Reynolds riding a bike under water.
There you go, randomness of the day.

I, The Outcast

2011-04-21T19:56:00.000-07:00

I was bullied in school. Students tormented me and teachers tormented me. Teachers think that they have every right to treat their pupils like their own children. So, if they abuse their kids at home, they can abuse students. Just ask Mrs. Slagle who violently poked me in the back when she was pissed off at me.
I never noticed anyone who actually did have an interest in me. Maybe taking all those medications made me aloof to potential friends. It certainly made me aloof to school, it is a wonder I learned anything. A majority of my education was from my own personal research and watching television.
The biggest reason why I never wanted to go to school was because I was mistreated. I always thought that I had a learning disability when all along I had a different learning style. They medicated me. I support home schooling, that way children are not abused by teachers or put in danger of random violence.
I like the concept of University of Phoenix, I do not have to face the instructors. The bad part is if there is a technical problem, it is hard to get in touch with someone who will listen. That and they will not tell you much information when they trick you into going.
I was quite surprised when Sarah was talking to me. She told me that she thought I was interesting. I randomly run into people that I never thought would be nice to me. I don't remember talking much to them. I am shy, so I keep to myself.
Today, I ran into someone else from school. I was just getting done eating some breakfast and suddenly another guy that arrived started to speak to me. It was really weird, I remembered his first name. He showed me pictures of his kids. We talked briefly about what is going on in our lives. He was in a coma after trying to end his life. His ex ended up taking all of his money while he was in a coma. Sounded like someone I know would do.
I think that school bullying should not be tolerated. I think that students should be taught how to be open minded. Social skills and tolerance, that is something that was never taught in Emmett High or Borah. I would be a different person today if school was better to me.

They Shoot Idahoans Don't They?

2011-04-14T07:06:00.001-07:00

There is something about Idaho when someone makes a movie. It is if nobody cares about us here. When a movie is made people are like, "They love us! They really love us!!"
I went to Preston, Idaho to do some research on the Bear River Massacre. The town is a sleepy place. They know who I am, they may not know my name, but they know who I am. During my trip, I noticed that everyone has Napoleon Dynamite posters. This is as exciting as it gets in Preston.
Lately, there was a movie that seems to have been pulled out from underground. It is called The Sanguinarian. It is a movie written by and stars Charles Beal who was an Emmett High student and someone I dated briefly. The genre does not surprise me, he is into vampire stories. The movie looks really cool and I think it was recently released on DVD. Now is my chance to see it!

Another one that people are thrilled about is Bronco Billy. I saw on the news this morning that someone wrote a book about when the movie was made here in Idaho about 30 years ago. This one is a bigger deal because of Clint Eastwood. I do not feel like it is a big deal, I understand he visits Idaho sometimes. We also have Bruce Willis, who is portrayed as a douche bag in Blaine County.
So what, movies have been shot in Idaho. Even some television episodes are shot here. I think us small town folk are the ones that are going to put Idaho on the map.

Down With American Idol!

2011-04-14T06:23:00.000-07:00

I do not watch American Idol. There is something about these shows that make me sick. Not only that, I do not have television except for channel 6 and PBS. Sometimes I will see these random clips.
When I first learned that Steve Tyler and Jennifer Lopez were gong to be judges, I thought it would be interesting. I was correct. It is so interesting, it makes me sick.
I think my admiration for Steve Tyler has increased. He is such a sweet man. Jennifer Lopez, well, she is just Jennifer Lopez. I was a fan of hers until she released an album.
She is even more irritating on American Idol. She whines and snivels and I wish that they would just remove her from the show. I watched a clip where she broke down because someone was voted off. Then it happened again when another person was voted off that she likes. Can someone please vote Jennifer off?
I am surprised at the other celebrities whining and sniveling about America not picking what celebrities want. Isn't that how they become celebrities?? America chose to be your fans, you can lose your fans just as easily. America is voting for contestants on American Idol. If celebrities are so obsessed about who chooses who, make your own damn recording studio. See how well you do if we Americans choose to buy your albums.
I want to make a parody of American Idol. In a scene, we have a contestant singing their heart out and not doing a good job at it. Then the contestant is voted off. Then Jennifer throws a temper tantrum, "WHY?! WHY?! Wahahawhyyy?" Then a trap door opens up beneath her and she falls down it. American Idol would probably get higher ratings.

Don't Buy Acer

2011-04-10T05:56:00.000-07:00

It was a nice computer, was. It can hold more data than the Compaq that I have. After having it for ABOUT a year, the battery died. It turned out that Acer uses crappy batteries.
I purchased another battery. It charged the battery up. It was fine for a week. It is not charging the battery again. I read reviews that the motherboard is faulty and does not read the battery.
I cannot contact Acer. In fact, their technical website is down. Last time I called them, they will want $100 to look at it. This means I have to send the computer to them. My old Compaq does not do this. I have had that computer for several years and never had to replace anything on it. Perhaps I should stick more memory on it and use that instead.
If you plan on buying an Acer, do not do it. They are cheap for a reason.

Dear "Pastor" Terry Jones

2011-04-03T06:58:00.001-07:00

Okay, everyone here in the United States has freedom of speech. You burned a holy book and sparked an outcry in the Middle East. The response in the Middle East was their own action just like you burning their book is your own action.
The point is you are teaching hate. Freedom of speech for this monstrous act is the same as saying Phillip Greaves writing The Pedophiles Guide to Love and Pleasure is freedom of speech. That makes the both of you sick twisted fucks. I can't stop thinking of comparing you to the Ku Klux Klan.
If anyone wants to bring religion into this, how about eye for an eye? I think it would be fair of them to burn the Bible. Religious hypocrites commit violent acts here in America all the time.
I thought that people should burn your church. That would be a bad idea because your supporters would start burning mosques. You should lose your position as a pastor.
If you don't like something, don't read it. The Quran did not do anything to you. Muslims did not do anything to you. The attack on 9/11/01 was committed by a bunch of neanderthals that have been terrorising the Middle East for a long time. The only way to stop terrorism is to not fuel it.
Last time I went to church, I learned that God is forgiving and does not hate anyone. Everyone is equal no matter what religion you are. You are teaching hate about something that has nothing to do with you. The act has nothing to do with the people in the Middle East and now there are riots happening. Several people who work for the U.N. have died because of you, Terry Jones. You ignored the warnings from the first time to not burn that book.
There are limits to freedom of speech. It would be a wonder if you are not arrested for antagonizing Muslims. You also violated the rights of Muslims in America, everyone here has freedom of religion. Do you remember that many Americans are here because they wanted freedom to practice any religion?
Not only that, you put America at risk for the gas prices soaring even higher. This economy is already fragile, it is difficult enough to buy fuel to commute to work. Not only are Muslims going to hate you, America will hate you to. Families of U.N. workers will hate you as well.
I know you do not care because you are a miserable shit. Hopefully, you will think about your actions when Muslims turn around and do the same shit that you did.

2011-03-29T19:58:00.000-07:00

I was homeless once, but only for a few days. I observed how immature homeless people are. Most people do not deserve to be in a place like a homeless shelter. Most people are homeless for a reason and deserve to live on the street.
The prick that I dumped, lives in a tent. I was taking a test, I was already struggling to the point that dyslexia was kicking in. The fuck tells me that my life is messed up. Really? Who is living on the street and has no job? Not me.
The distraction caused me to get a crappy grade. I deleted him from every profile and blocked him and told him what a fucktard he is. He went off on me two days later telling me I am fucking retarded and I better leave him alone if I knew what was best for me. Whatever, I never did anything to deserve that treatment. Thank God it never got as far as him moving to Idaho.
Final test is coming up this week. I can only pray that I can figure out two types of equations before I begin and fuck up again. I have been watching the news on the only channel I have.
People are really funny. Radiation, something we have every day. Even more so in Idaho, I really doubt we would notice to be honest. I wonder what it was like when Japan was bombed. I don't think anyone cared to notice what the consequences may be. People are born with deformities in Hiroshima. That was how many years ago?
What's new? Robert seems to still be interested in me. My shift is changing in a couple of weeks.

Should I, Shouldn't I?

2011-03-24T18:06:00.000-07:00

The ongoing thought of the day is the same phrase that every guy has ever told me. "You can have any guy that you want." My reply is naturally, but I want to be with you. Of course, the guy means you can have anyone you want except for me.
Many years of reading between the lines. I went fishing again. Some of the same characters that make me sick sent me messages again. I found another area called "Meet me". One in particular responded.
I am a little bit skittish right now. I had went through too much with men. I did. I am still cleaning up after one. All people want to do is play. Fine, I would rather be by myself.
Now, we have Robert. A Virgo, which I kind of get along with. Younger than me, has two adorable children and is divorced. From Emmett. I have pondered what it would be like to date someone from Emmett. It feels weird, it would be like dating your own family...in most cases you are.
My nerves are racked, I went to meet him. It was a nice time despite the crappy service at Sheri's. He's a movie fan and a little shocked at how many movies I have. Then we went to the movies last night. We went to Denny's and found that they have bacon milk shakes. WTF?
Next week is my final week in the first Algebra class. I do have a test that I may be working on all week. I hope all turns out well, I have been waking up every hour on the hour.
I thought I had a room mate. She said she found a place in Boise. I'm telling ya, I need to foreclose and get out of this crappy town. Only people in Boise will rent and because of quick generalization, they will not come to Nampa. I am at a loss about what to do. I cannot afford to live here especially because of commuting and the car payments.

Busy Day

2011-03-20T12:52:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time in a land not so far away, we did not use the Internet to get information. 18 years ago, there was a super moon. Then there was one again last night. Today, people have the Internet and made an attempt to scare others by saying it was going to cause earthquakes and floods.
People are crazy. I remember when it was 1999 and people were freaking out about the Y2K bug. Seriously? Most programs do have an expiration date in it. Kind of like virus protection programs. People were freaking out saying that criminals would be let out of prison and planes would collide and all that fun jazz. My thought was, would we not know what year it is ourselves? Come on, we are not THAT dependant of computers.
It got to the point that I was starting to worry how the new millennium would begin. Started out okay, now it is crap. I'm currently depending on others to save my ass. I have been thinking a great deal about what a mistake it was to buy a house. I was not educated then to tell someone trying to convince me, "No!"
I am not getting a good response in regards to the car. Some snot said, "That's priced higher than what is in KBB." What a whiny freak! I am smart and I already looked and the price is accurate and lower than what it is worth. I nearly had it sold, but the husband did not like that it was in an accident. I can thank that dickhead from Hailey.
I have been selling random stuff throughout the month to survive. All the money has been going to bills. I put an ad up everywhere. The ad for a room mate has been up for about four months. I am called once every two weeks. People stop talking to me when it comes to the background check. So, guess what kids? I have no choice but to let ANYONE live here.
I'm thinking of giving up on the house.

Catastrophe

2011-03-17T15:34:00.000-07:00

Catastrophe is the only word I can think of. Like I said, earth is speaking to us. I don't mean to sound like a hippie or anything. We need to be more green.
My heart goes out to Japan. If I had control over anything, I would be living there getting fat off of sushi. The other comment I have is that people are effing stupid.
Nuclear power? Are you serious? After they have been bombed, people test fate twice by making nuclear power plants. I believe that it is clean, but only to a certain extent. Nuclear power leaves behind waste that nobody can get rid of and in an event when everything goes wrong; puts everyone at risk of radiation.
I was talking to an associate about all the havoc that was breaking out at the plants, she tells me that they are paying people millions of dollars to rebuild it. Really? Well, it would pay for all the bills for when they go to the hospital to be treated for cancer. What a novel idea. Even better, how about use the money to clean up that crap, get rid of it, and replace it with a different source of power. Something clean, that will not harm the planet, and will not harm humans.
In other news, single again. Even guys in other states will flake out on me. My phone receives text just fine. It just drops phone calls.
I am currently working on selling the car, I do not want to have a loan with Wells Fargo anymore. They decided to deny my request to extend a payment. I am talking to some people about what to do about the mortgage. I wish I could just leave the house and be free like everyone else. People are going to other states and have the option to put in their month's notice.

Still Here

2011-03-03T00:02:00.000-08:00

Hello everyone, it's been a while since I have been here. I'm sorry if I have been pissy. I feel like I am cornered. So, I am going to bombard you with not so current events.
Are you concerned with the planet? I felt really worried when the birds were falling by the hundreds. It wasn't in just one state either. Earth is speaking to us and it appears to be more and more too late to do anything.
Pirates hijacked a yacht. PBS had a documentary the other day about a guy that is from Somalia where the pirates reside. The area that the pirates are hijacking boats does not have any government. They are taking over the fishing industry and causing financial disaster. There is a man (I think he is a lawyer?)that deals with pirates who hold families for ransom.
I got an idea for that. Somalia needs a Trojan yacht. This yacht should look like an ordinary civilian boat. Inside, a whole deadly arsenal of weapons. Then when the pirates approach this innocent looking boat, BAM!! There you go, your welcome.
I have been watching what is going on in Egypt. As far as I know, this rebellion formed on Facebook. Someone named his new born daughter Facebook, I don't know what to make of that. As I watch this fiasco, it appears to be going more down hill. The guy that they are supporting? He looks like Mel Brooks. He doesn't seem to be funny either, he seems to be a frightening person that is going to cause even more trouble.
Ever since the mob ransacked the museum, I started to think. When I saw the shattered artifacts of King Tut, I began to think even deeper. This all happened before. This happened when King Tut's father was king. Only, people were freaking out when Ankenaton was enforcing the belief in one god called Aton.
He moved the capital from Thebes to another place that is now known as Tel el Armana. I have read that at the time there was a plague and that the Hittites were taking vengeance on the Amonhotep dynasty. There is a theory that Ankenaton was not doing anything about it because he thought his belief would protect him.
People were getting more and more upset. They believed that the Amon faith was punishing them with the plague. There were riots and kidnappings. Taxes were out of control. People were so angry, they made clay pots with the names of Ankhenaton and Nefertiti and they would smash them. I guess they believed it would place a hex on their king.
Whatever might have happened, the capitol was torn down and names were erased after Akhenaton passed away. Thebes began to rebuild with the rubble that was left over from Tel el Armana. Egypt was the richest place until Ankhenaton was king.
I remember learning in school that history repeats itself. I think that people have failed to understand that we need to learn from the mistakes that happened in the past. Since people do not understand, everything is getting worse and worse. Pollution is worse. Who knows if the recession will ever go away. The Middle East is going to end up like Tel el Armana if they don't chill out.

What's Happening

2011-02-18T19:38:00.000-08:00

Not much. I have had quite a bit on my mind. Over the weekend, I had this lingering thought in my head of a man in mourning who flipped out on me. I tried to emphasize, but he wasn't having it because his wife passed away and he was the only one on the planet that it happened to.
People are like that when they are in mourning. So, I didn't take it personally. I felt kind of bad for the guy. The only way he could cope was threatening a complete stranger. I did what I could do given the circumstances.
School is going good so far. I have been doing it alone so far. I have been doing good in Algebra, I know it isn't sinking in. It will show during week 9 and when the new Algebra class starts. I was miffed when mom mocked me and asked if I wanted her to hold my hand. In a sense, yes, this class makes me want to go to therapy. I need people to be around for this class because I am confused.
The computer I got a year ago already needs a new battery. I do not have extra money for that. I haven't even got my taxes done yet. I'm scared to death if I am going to afford anything. I am trying to get another room mate and I get maybe one response every two weeks.
Paul was hanging out around here asking for scrap metal. Um...nope...am I fibbing, perhaps. I told him three times to forward his mail. His collection notices are coming here. He was asking me for a few days if he got anything. Then lo and behold, the title of his truck arrived with his name and Sandy's name. This does appear to be deliberate because he hasn't been here since July and his wife's name is on it and she never lived here. I am currently trying to speak with the DMV about that. I am out of minutes by the way.
How come I am out of minutes? Wells Fargo decided to be condescending and gave me the run around. I had to waste an hour going back and forth with them. I spoke with nine different bankers. Technical support decided to stay on the line after a conversation was over. I picked up the phone to make a phone call and UoP was still there. 44 minutes down the drain, thanks, asshole.
Anyway, for the past few days, it appears as though Paul and Sandy are moving. Looks like I am not getting the money back from when I was between work. What isn't fair is that he still doesn't have a job. He was too busy harrassing baby momma to get a job. He was too busy selling things that do not belong to him on Craigslist. No, he was not looking for employment. I do not feel sorry for Sandy. You get what you ask for.
As far as Josh goes, he's not coming back to Idaho. Sick and tired of people just wanting to play. So, I have been going to Myyearbook because I was tired of Plenty of Fish. People want me to drop work and school just to meet them. Drop everything to date someone once?
There is a guy I have been speaking with at random. We have been speaking more this month. His name is Andrew and he is in Arkansas and originally from New Jersey. He was a student and also a musician. Out of every guy I have ever met in my entire life, he spoke with me on the phone and asked me to be his girlfriend.

UoP

2011-02-03T09:50:00.000-08:00

I have been stark raving mad at University of Phoenix. The fact about them is that they are aggressive and they stop at nothing to put an innocent bystander into a sticky situation. Here is another fact, I did not know I was going to be going for two years to get my Associates.
Another fact is that FASFA only covers the first year. I am on my own for the second. I never wanted to go back to school in the first place. They were extremely pushy about how better my life will be. It is no better than it was over a year ago. In fact, they completely ruined my social life. In the dating world, people want your direct attention. They want you to drop every single thing you are doing. They do not believe that you do school on the weekend. I am writing papers all week to turn in Sunday, what does that tell you?
I had to take breaks from school. I had to put my house back together again. I had to figure out what was going on with the room mate. He finally came back after a month to tell me that he is moving. I beat him to the punch, his stuff was outside.
The facts are pissing me off about this crappy college. I don't know if I will pass Algebra. When I was speaking to Jen about it she got miffed and told me she was offended and said that I said that she was not helping me. REALLY??? That is what I like to call an Emily Gilbert moment. I did not say she was not helping me, I am doing everything I can to understand class and the whole sticky situation that I want out of. I cannot wait to be done with UoP and I am NEVER going back.
People are always talking about horror stories about this college. I understand it is difficult to transfer credits from them to another college. I am not concerned about that because I don't want to go to college after I get my degree. Another horror story is that employers will not hire a UoP student. Not true. Plenty of it is distance learning and assignments are due by midnight Arizona time. Jobs are concerned with students because of the schedule. UoP students don't need much of an adjustment to the schedule. Unless it is a job with mandatory overtime, that is when it is exhausting and accommodations need to be made.
The only horror story that is valid is the fact that they have no mercy. I think the college thing is a scam. People make an excuse that every job you need a Bachelors degree. It has to be a scam put on by the US government. They suck you in with this grant money only to leave you with another year that you have to pay for.

When It Rains, It Pours

2011-02-03T06:14:00.000-08:00

It's been a while since I have been here. I have been trying to get crap together for class and hopefully a new room mate. I don't know if I'll ever do the room mate thing again.
My trusty Toyota decided to give me crap the other day. I was going to go to the store to get stuff to finish the kitchen. The moment I try to start it, it won't. The moment that happened, dad was calling my phone. (I was going to call him to ask for help moving the bed.)
I wait for a few hours for him. I call the health insurance company. They have not sent me ANY documents about my insurance and I went to the doctor because it's been about two years since I had seen one. Of course, they will not cover it because it is out of network. It took THREE phone calls to get to someone who told me if I met a $1,500 deductible they will cover the $150???
Think about it, I qualify for 20% off because of my wage and it was $150 afterwards. GIVE ME A BREAK! Whoever made those rules up to pay $1,500 is the dumbest person in the world. I worked $16 once and had health insurance that had a $20 co-pay and no deductible. I want that insurance back. Now, I make $10 an hour which makes me eligible for assistance and they expect a huge deductible.
So, when I finally reach someone intelligent after being transferred by a fucktard, my phone dropped the call. It does not matter where I am, the calls drop. At this point I am LIVID. I am so tired of calling Sprint. They already had an issue with a nationwide outage of texts. I can't communicate on the phone because it drops calls 75% of the time. The LG Rumor Touch is a piece of shit and I want my agreement waived.
I call them and they were asking if I could take it in. No, the car is dead and I am waiting for help. I'm supposed to be finishing things before school. I'm supposed to be brushing up an Algebra.
Dad finally arrives. He looks and says my gas tank is empty. No it's not, I just filled it. He takes the fuel line apart, nearly breaks it, and finds that the fuel line is dry. Great, money that I do not have.
We called the dealership and they want $94 for diagnostic. We try to start the car again. I kept turning the key until it came back to life again. Yay! So, I go drop off my phone and one of my headlights are out. I had to go all the way to Autozone to get a new bulb and all the way back to get my phone back.
After all of that crap, I had a Margarita.

Despite the Situation

2011-01-09T19:36:00.001-08:00

So, the situation is that Roger has not called back and I got a forwarding address for him. I will take this as his notice. He is supposed to be back on Monday, I think he was trying to pick a day that I was gone. I will have my army here, you'll see. Hopefully, my army will hold up until Wednesday. If he does not arrive, I am picking up his stuff and putting it in a box in the driveway. The locks will be changed for the time being. Take that, and let that be a reminder to all those STUPID room mates who want to do the same thing.
As I recall, I can store his stuff elsewhere. I will just store it outside because my house is not a storage unit for all those rednecks out there. I tried to have the step sister stay, but she is in trouble again.
I got some cool stuff yesterday. I got to try Wen and it is awesome. If only I had more time to try it all the time. I smell yummy now.
I took my quiz for Management of Information Systems. It made me realize how pointless having the class was. Half of the information in the quiz was discussed in class while the other half I had to figure out on my own. I would have read the material, but the assignments were stacked up throughout the week. Despite having one class, I still did not have enough time to do it all. Algebra starts tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I must call Fidelity. It looks like the same website I was on before with another company. So, I need to give them a call to see what I need to do and to tell them that I do not want stocks. The last time I had stocks I lost them as soon as I lost my job. I should have closed it before I got fired for no apparent reason.
The plus news is that I have the house to myself. The bad news is, I will have a hard time affording it. Minimum payments for the cards until someone else moves in.
I also started to trade stuff online. So far, it's been pretty good. I have received Something's Got To Give and a copy of Eyes of the Dragon. I am supposed to be received Buying the Cow and a Cyndi Lauper CD here soon. Something to keep me happy.

The Great Debate of 08

2011-01-07T21:57:00.000-08:00

I never wanted another room mate when I first got the house. If I knew I was going to be blamed for the economy and fired for it, I would never had bought the house. Thank-you, Miss Gilbert. Bitch.
I wish I would have known the housing market was shit. The real estate agent claimed that it was a good time. The house is worth half of what I am paying for it. After two years...two years.
I only got a room mate because it was scary in the house. Then my job was being threatened, then I got another room mate. The other room mate flaked out. The other one moved. Then the next was a flake, the next, and then the next. Not one normal person. Nobody will fill out the background check, I have no choice but to let them move in. I do not make enough money.
Roger, he is yet another flake. He fixed some of the things around the house. Then he started slacking. How about a 6 month probational period? His girlfriend stated, "I don't know when I'm coming back." I think residents in Arizona put in their months notice with that statement. Roger said the same thing.
The holidays pass. I hear from him. I tried calling him on the fourth, the phone was out of service. He changed his number. I sent him a message to call me for two days. He finally called me last night. He said he would be back on Monday. I ask him if he is coming back, he didn't say he was moving out.
I think everything is fine. I see a forwarding confirmation. I am sick of this. Oh, by the way, fuck the housing rules. I'm taking his shit and throwing it out the door and changing the locks AGAIN. There are TOO MANY rights for people that pull this shit. I should just foreclose on the fucking house. People say it ruins your credit. What is the point? What is a credit score supposed to do? Show that your a great employee? I'm afraid not. Save your rhetoric for someone gullible.
I have asked IFHA to help lower the house payment. The pricks have a virus called Short Sale. That is all they want to say, it is the same thing as foreclosing. I almost need to act violently just to get the payments to be lower.
I spoke with a banker yesterday. He actually gave me options. Someone who cares, a little empathy works IFHA. Think about it...IF you have a brain.
Here is a message for the IFHA. You are NEVER getting my new phone number. You were the ones that told me to get a new room mate. I tried, a pervert called my phone. I had to change my phone number. IFHA, it is your fault. Nobody is helping me find a way to relocate closer to work. Nobody is helping me with making things affordable. Nobody is helping me get somewhere that I am happy. There is nothing but fucktards in Nampa. There is nothing for me out here, I tried to find work here, THERE IS NOTHING.
All I want is my payments to be lowered and I will stop my bitching. I do not, I repeat, DO NOT want anyone else living with me in my home ever again.

welcome 2011

2011-01-02T18:43:00.000-08:00

I have been reluctant to make my movies. I got the new camera but I have done nothing but film random stuff. It's no fun being alone. I have a year worth of footage with whats his face.
I have not been up to much. I start school again tomorrow. I have been studying when I can and resting much more. I have been moping around because every time I look at someones profile, I see another girl calling him baby. Why do people do this to me? Christian is back...and he is someone I have not dared to touch again. Probably for about ten years. He's been in and out of my life.
Roger is on a trip, I think he may be putting in his months notice. I got some cash to get me by for Christmas. I got some books and movies. I found that I am missing Chaos Theory, I am not impressed with people right now. I did find the blanket that I got last year. I thought someone had taken it. I also renewed my registration. I have been so busy I forgot about it.
I am thinking of calling around to see how much it would be to fill the hole in the yard with gravel. I'm sick of the way my house looks. Paul said, "At least it looks better than when you first bought it." Really? My house looked better before I let him live in it.
I have grown leery about meeting anyone anymore. I hate being alone. I need to be with someone. If I can't be with Josh, I don't want to be with anyone at all.
This month, I have been working at call centers for five years. I have been working for the one I am at for a year. Pretty exciting.
I did not do anything for New Years. It was 17 degrees outside, I was bundled up and I still froze. I watched all the skankazoids running around with hardly anything on. The skirts were so short they may as well have been running in their underwear.

Pain Pain Go Away

2010-12-20T20:41:00.000-08:00

I was actually convinced that he missed me. He has not told me that he is not coming back to Idaho. He didn't even say good-bye to me either. I really liked Josh. all I can say is fuck this shit. I'm going to be single for the rest of my life, fuck you men.
Not to mention that I am so sick of being here. I'm sick of the nieghbors. I'm sick of the cats. I'm sick of the people across the street. I'm sick of commuting. I'm sick of being far away from everything.

A little too much excitement

2010-12-17T21:19:00.000-08:00

So, I watched some clips from the Oprah show in Australia. Hugh Jackman, the modern day god, zipped down down a zip line and nearly cracked his head open. I thought about that one actress that died after she got a concussion. Can you imagine what would happen if Hugh died from a head injury? How would Oprah feel? Then after that, I wonder if Australia would go to war with America because Oprah killed Mr. Jackman.
Speaking of droolalicious men. Ryan Reynolds and Scarlett split. I like them both; both beautiful. He has good taste in women...who have a twin brother. Alanis and Scarlett each have a twin brother. I don't have a twin brother, I don't think I have a chance with Ryan. ;)
I hung out with Leslie the other day. She is a former room mate, the best room mate ever. Who here is aware of Paul accusing me of cheating on him? He has been sending me dirty text messages. When he was with me, he used to try to get with Leslie. I told him that he is a piece of shit. I haven't heard much from him. He quit after I told him again what a cheat he is when he was griping about Bree.
Josh is in Arkansas...I wish he was here. He does need to spend time with his family. I just wish I had the luxury of leaving if I wanted. He says that he misses me. I don't believe I missed anyone so badly. I hope he returns. He was telling me that his brother wants him to move there. I don't think he is excited about that idea and I do not believe he is thrilled about living in Idaho either.
I had an epiphany. If someone cared so much about me, they would go through the trouble of helping me get out of here.

Rough Transition

2010-12-16T01:05:00.001-08:00

Today was a long day. Every day is long. I spend every day transitioning into something new. New position. New hours. New dog. New class. New job. New e-mail. New password. New class. In the middle of it all, I did something dumb.
There was an order to not do something, needless to say, I did what I wasn't supposed to do. I am a misfit in the morning. It's not intentional either; I'm just ditsy in the morning.
Transitioning into the new job was not easy. It is almost complete. I spent the first part of the day calling people to reset a password. They gave me a hard time, I think I had to call them three times. That came to a halt after I started chewing out this stubborn agent that kept on repeating himself condescendingly. I do not know what the group of people are for if they refuse to help. Seriously. Just wait, karma will get them. They will have an issue with a password and then someone will be the same way with them. Ha!
I get a two week break from class. After I type my essay, that is. I will be studying for the test. I am going to study because my papers were great and points were docked because of technicalities. The instructor makes errors; guess what is going to be my gripe...
I have been spending time lecturing the father. For two days he was asking if I heard from the brother. The second day, he was calling and wanting mom's phone number. Thinking, thinking, no dad, he is busy and mom didn't hear from him either. I ask the brother if he contacted dad, if I hear anything ignore him. Dad is a little difficult to ignore, especially when repetition is his best buddy.
I visited dad, that's all I could hear about. Even after mom told him that the brother will call when he is good and ready. Me and the step sister, "He's busy!" I wish he paid attention to me. I wish he would spend money on me the way he does for the step siblings. I wish he would help me instead of going on about not having enough money.
It reminded me of when Grandma Maughan and one of my aunts bickering. One would call him and tell him what the other did. Then visa versa. It was an ongoing cycle every day. I thought about this when he said he was going to drive to Mountain Home to see what was going on. I told him, "Don't be driving over there and wasting your gas. No drama."
It has been quiet for the past few days, despite the chaos at work. I'm going to go to bed. I have an essay due on Friday and some house cleaning to do. Pinching pennies, I hardly have enough for anything. It will take a miracle this month to get through.

Pissed

2010-12-10T09:17:00.000-08:00

I have been having a hard time with being single and living far away from everything, going to school, and commuting. Meeting anyone is virtually impossible. One guy got pissed because I wasn't doing anything to meet him. I told him what an inconsiderate prick he was for showing disrespect.
The last guy, he kept on saying he would meet me and did not. Nothing but a HUGE run around. I feel ashamed for even being interested. Why waste some one's time? If someone is really not interested, they should not act interested. It's hard enough trying to trust men again, then someone pulls this stunt? Am I really unattractive?
Then out of the blue, Josh comes back. I like him. My life is crap, I live in Nampa. Everyone remotely interested in me is in Boise. I have a job and I work all day, I have a crazy schedule. I go to school and my current class has a messed up schedule. I couldn't change anything if I tried.
Yesterday, I was supposed to meet Josh. He is going away until January. I had a paper due yesterday that I have been too tired to work on. Not to mention I have a cold and I am trying to get some sleep. I get up first thing and start working on the paper, I had a hard time focusing on it because I hate this class. He text me to text him later. As soon as I was finished I let him know. I got no response until 330. He fell asleep and had dinner plans.
I am getting so tired of living over here. I have no clue what to do. I have to commute and this takes up my time in the morning and after work. I'm stuck with trying to complete assignments while I am working. I cannot get a job closer to home because there is nothing here. It will be virtually impossible to get out of this because Nampa and Boise were in the top five worst places to buy a home. I can't take this crap anymore. I cannot meet anyone because I don't live in Boise and I go to school.

Child Abuse Food

2010-12-05T15:00:00.000-08:00

Food I am aware of today is the food that I would never would have eaten yesterday. I never had brussel sprouts, okra, sweet potatoes, asparagus, or artichokes when I was growing up. I thought peas were gross...and I still do. I never liked crust on my bread nor did I like wheat. I never liked sauerkraut with those wienies, I made some the other day and I ate the whole thing.
I did not like the steaks that mom made. I do not remember if I ever liked meat loaf, I know how to make it and love it. I always liked spinach. My friend Sara adds mayonnaise to hers; she said that Italians do that. It is awesome, I make spinach like that. I love Flinstone dip! I remember loving those stuffed mushrooms at Grandma Berglund's house during the holiday season.
When I dated Andrew, his mother made all kinds of food. I never had sweet potatoes or acorn squash until I lived with him. I can't remember when I started eating brussel sprouts. I tried okra, it tastes good but it looks really gross. When I worked at Pizza Pipeline, I was introduced to artichoke hearts.
There is one dish that my mom always made that Justin hated. It is Texas Hash. I was bored one day and I looked it up. Mom said that Justin had taken the recipe and possibly threw it away. Here is the recipe, I am making it right now.

Ingredients
1 lb lean ground beef
1/2 onions chopped
1 celery chopped
15 ounces canned tomatoes diced
1/2 green peppers chopped
1/2 cup uncooked rice
1 teaspoon minced garlic
1/2 teaspoon chili powder
2 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1 1/2 teaspoons parsley

Directions:
Lightly spray a 9x13-inch baking dish with a cooking spray (Pam, or similar); set aside. Preheat oven to 375º. Saute the beef, onion and celery in a large skillet over medium heat until no pink remains in the beef and the onions are clear. Place the meat mixture in a colander to let the excess grease drain. Return the meat mixture to the skillet. Add the tomatoes, green pepper, rice, garlic and all remaining ingredients (spices/herbs) to the skillet. Stir well. Pour the meat/rice mixture into the prepared 9x13-inch baking dish. Cover the baking dish, and bake in a 375º oven for 30 minutes, or until the rice is cooked and soft.

Ribbit Ribbit

2010-12-04T22:29:00.000-08:00

I went to see Dane Cook last night; it was awesome! I was pretty close to the stage, it was almost like I was standing in front of him. The wait was a pain in the ass. I made it early, I hoped to have somewhere to at least sit and wait...where it is warm. The Idaho Center is more ideal for the summer time, I think.
The ticket cost me $74. Third row from Dane. The seating sucked simply because of the fact that they use the same chairs that schools use in the auditorium. The plastic ones that you can latch together. It's bad enough I work somewhere that is not ergonomically correct, I have to sit in the most uncomfortable chairs that took a chunk of my paycheck. Sheesh. They made the Morrison Center look even better.
There were three comedians that opened. The first guy was hilarious. The second guy was hardly funny, in fact, he sucked. The third guy, he was pretty funny. I had such a fun time, I hope he comes back again. I hope it is sooner than a few years.
What else have I been up to? Not much, moping around. One guy I was trying to meet pretty much gave me the run around. He kept having an excuse. If you do not want to meet someone, DON'T FUCKING SAY YOUR GOING TO MEET THEM MORON!! In the middle of this fiasco, Josh sent me a comment. I thought he hated me.
Evidently, Josh is someone I had met before. Back when that prick Jeff was still alive and kicking. Josh is someone who gave me my first stripper experience. Yes, I watched strippers and I got a lap dance. He also taught me how to break when playing pool.
One day, I had Josh over when I was living at Rob's. Jeff was starting shit and put a STD fact sheet on the windshield of my car. Then Liz was harassing me (which is a double standard because she told me not too long before that she had genital warts and HPV). So, I went totally ape shit and spent the day fighting with those assholes.
Not too long after this incident, Josh was not speaking to me. I cannot remember, but it ended abruptly. This made me even more upset at Jeff.
So, about four years later, he is speaking to me. Main issue, I do not speak. Well, I'm shy and it takes me a little bit to warm up. Not to mention I speak more now because I do not have anyone telling me what I can and cannot say.
To make matters more interesting...before I get into it; MANY people have a criminal record in Idaho. I cannot think of very many people who have not been arrested. That aside, yes, I just got rid of a douche bag. But, he kept doing shit and hiding it from me. Anyway, Josh vanished because he was in prison for violating is probation. Back when he was 18, he stole a car radio. From what I looked up, he drove without privileges and that will get you arrested. Don't believe me? Ask Doug.
Josh makes me feel warm and fuzzy. He is someone I think of all day long. Perhaps we did have something before and I like him. I think he is a fantastic person. Hopefully, it will work out with him and maybe everyone will get a chance to meet him.

One More Week Til Dane

2010-11-26T19:20:00.000-08:00

It has been two years since I had went to something. The concerts of Alanis Morisette and Filter still remain in my memory. Now, it's Dane Cook's turn. I will be in the third row from the stage.
The night before Thanksgiving I had an assignment, discussion question, and two responses due. The assignment was supposed to be due on Thursday. I work away on one for a couple of hours. I look at the calender and found it was the wrong one!! It was about 10 PM at this point. I had less than two hours to read over the other assignment, research, and type that up. At about five minutes before the deadline it was finished. I got an A on it. All I want to say is, thanks for rescheduling at the most inconvenient time.
Thanksgiving was a blast. Went up to Rick and JoAnne's with Mom and Justin. We looked through newspapers and had a fantastic meal. We saw a deer pass by. We had some fun sledding in Justin's car. Then on the way home, right around a corner, there was another deer...and Justin has fantastic brakes.
In other news, the new mystery man is probably history. He kept on making and breaking plans. Just when I was losing hope, Josh is back. More details later about his disappearance. I thought he left because all of the drama that Jeff started in Rob's house. Hopefully, I will have someone in my life so Paul will leave me be.

One Offended By Pride

2010-11-21T07:28:00.000-08:00

I think that just about everyone is prejudice. It does not matter what race, religion, or sexual orientation. White people are racist. Black people are racist. Hispanics are racist. Native Americans are racist. Some straight people hate homosexuals. In a nutshell, pride shows hate.
I dislike gay pride like I dislike black pride. I do not like white supremacists. I do not like male or female chauvinists. I do not like activists. Simply because of the fact that they are double standards. These are people that hate others who hate them for who they are.
It's like Morgan saying that he cannot get a job because he is brown. No. Nobody will hire him because he has a criminal record and has a bad attitude. It's like the one guy that I worked with at the movie theater. He got in trouble for slacking off. He said that he was in trouble because he was gay. No, no, no. People use pride as a scapegoat to get away with anything.
I like the fact that I have different cultures, choices, and beliefs around me. People may say I'm naive and look at the world through rose glasses. I don't, I know people are hateful and live to dictate everyone else's lives when it is none of their fucking business.
I was discriminated against for the longest time, I still am. Not too long ago, I went to the smoke shop. This place never asks for my identification. 21 is the legal limit. There was an older gentleman before me. The cashier asked for his birth date and that was it. I go up there, she asks for my card. I lectured her on ageism. She started laughing at me. She stated that she is supposed to card if someone looks under 35. 35?? LEGAL AGE IS 21!! By the end of the sale, she asked if there was anything else. I told her, "Better service next time." (I love Idaho!)
I was discriminated against because I am from a small town. Teachers in Boise told me that I was only taught about farming. Fuck you, Borah! I was discriminated because I was in Special Education. People thought that I did not have the ability to remember who they were. Little did I know, I did not have a learning disability. I have a learning style that nobody could cater to. I was upset because students AND teachers bullied me and got away with it. I was stuck on the medication and in special ed??
Which makes me want to ramble about something off topic. What the hell is wrong with Arizona? Did Hitler possess the governor? The schools are measuring overweight students and sending them home with a note.
Anyway, the whole point of this is that bullying has gone too far. If technology was the same when I was going to school as it is today, we would be in a different place. Whatever happened to taking electronics away from students? Great, now I am aging myself. Things were taken away like Walkmans and beepers. (Beepers are pagers for those who do not know. (Pagers were before we knew what a cell phone was.))
If you have not caught on to what I am talking about it is cyberbullying. It seems that people forgot about those who have been put in the hospital or committed suicide until a man was taped kissing another man.
What is offending me is the gay pride turning this into hate toward gay people. We should have stopped bullying a LONG time ago. The jerk that posted the video online committed voyeurism. Then harassment and defamation of character by posting it onto the Internet.
People need to stop bullying, period. It should not matter what sexual orientation or color. If someone is being a bully or talking crap online, report it. Do not take vengeance into your own hands. Besides, if you believe in bad karma like I do; the bully is going to suffer anyway.

Shame on Matt Lauer

2010-11-21T06:38:00.000-08:00

Who ever gave Matt Lauer the right to interrogate people? He should be interrogated for crappy journalism. Journalists do not interrogate, they investigate.
I have pissed and moaned about Kanye West. I am not alone when I say, "Shut-up, Kanye West!" Think twice when you are in the public eye before taking any action. He demolished his talent. I admired his work at one point, then he said that President Bush hated black people? Then that crap with Taylor Swift? Seriously, shut your yapper you biased prick.
I do not like President Bush either. I have two points of view on him. He is a big talker as well. Presidents are victims of quick generalization. The economy went to crap because of irresponsible financial decisions; not the president. Nature happened because of nature; not the president. Pollution happened because people are lazy; not the president.
I still think President Bush is a dumb ass and was afraid McCain was going to be President Bush II. I had long forgotten how I felt about him in the first place, he is a sweet man. I watched him in Looking for Lincoln and I think my fondness and inspiration was rekindled.
Then Matt Lauer had to come by and start crap. Why Matt? Why? Why did you give this type of interview when you have shown the public your infidelity?
He had to ask President Bush about what Kanye West said. Let sleeping dogs lay. President Bush is clearly upset when he said it was the worst point of his presidency. Really? It's a childish celebrity for crying out loud! Once again, Bush is turned into a crybaby just like Mr. West.
Then Lauer had to take the footage and interrogate Kanye. The "journalist" said it was normal??? Give me a break Matt! You upset President Bush and you upset Kanye. I could feel that guys pain. I could truly feel what Kanye was going through. Matt is a dick and a horrible journalist. Way to go.
Finally, Kanye made a smart decision. He cancelled his concert and did not perform for the Today Show. For once, I give Kanye a kudos. Good for Kanye for sticking it to crappy journalists that do not know any better.
To conclude, Mr. Lauer does not deserve the position he is in.

Things You Can Do With Carrots

2010-11-14T19:35:00.000-08:00

Mind out of the gutter! By mistake, carrots were grown. I do not eat carrots; it would improve my vision though. Now, I have two huge bags of carrots. I have a bunch of random things in my cupboards. What to do...
So, I took a trip to www.food.com because it is my favorite website. It used to be recipezaar.com, but the cool name was changed to something more simple. Ick. Anyway, I found a recipe for carrot cake and then I found one for carrot oat muffins. A few substitutions here and there and viola!

Aren't you jealous? I also discovered that I like to cook with jalapenos. I do not like spicy food but if you cook a jalapeno; it is not spicy. Spice is subtle and it is tangy. I'm kind of sad my pepper plants died right now. I made this amazing dish with shrimp, garlic, white wine vinegar, tomatoes, and jalapenos. No pictures, very sorry. It was delicious.
On a side note, I am getting things taken care of. I soaked Dino and cleaned his tank. Frank got his nails done. Oreo got her shots, she has plaque. I also took her to get her hair done.

I Don't Believe In Unicorns, But...

2010-11-12T21:35:00.000-08:00

But, I do believe in aliens. I spent a day trying to put videos about the possibilities of aliens into my favorites. The History Channel had some kind of alien show marathon for Halloween. I figured it would be the same crap I always watch.
On YouTube, I find the stronger arguments that they may exist. Experts have come across a theory called the landing pad theory. Most of the footage I watched on television was about how artifacts were found in Aztec and Ancient Egyptian findings. You would think that the figurines found would be birds but they are shaped like airplanes. Airplanes didn't even exist then. When airplanes were invented, people were seeing UFOs. What I think is that aliens do not like a little bit of competition. Either that or the pilots were breathing fumes and seeing stuff.
That wasn't what caught my attention. There is one mess of lines found in a mountain somewhere. Some experts speculate that it looks like a runway. So what? Check this out. Sometime during a world war, I can't remember if it was the Air Force, the military chose an island for a base. These people were so fascinated because they have never seen airplanes before. The natives got free food and they helped build the base in return. When the military left, the natives made shrines that look like airplanes in hopes that they would return. In essence, the artifacts point to people making objects for the beings to return. The mess of lines were made by people for beings. Maybe it's pretty far fetched.
Then there is an old tale from India. The story indicates that technology for nuclear bombs were used in a battle between beings and humans perished. I think it is a little weird or people are just imaginative. I can think of things that don't even exist and then they are available. I would give you a reference but since I have never published any of my writing, you are s.o.l. Anyway, what makes the tale so interesting is a village that perished long ago in a far off land. Experts believe that something as powerful as an atomic bomb struck this village.
So, I watch weird stuff. Maybe I can become an expert in paranormal activities. Perhaps I would like to get to the bottom of my dreams and see which ones are telling me something and which ones are not.
I had an unusual dream last night that I was hanging out at dad's house, which was still the trailer. Dad was there and Andrea was there. I have no idea why she was there, it was weird. Then there was something about Justin causing a disturbance and was arrested for it.
It was pretty weird. I had to ask how he was doing just to make sure nothing was going on. I always have to ask. Especially, since I foresaw a horrible accident a few years ago. I never questioned it until after someone died in a motorcycle accident. Do you blame me?
So, if you hear from me and I'm asking funny questions...I probably had a dream about you. Either that or I'm saying hey, trying to visit, or trying to gather information for some crafty idea.

Oreo

2010-11-08T22:33:00.000-08:00

So, I did my normal fall coffee routine at Albertson's the other day. They have a peppermint mocha that is fantabulous. As I walked in, I saw an ad on the board about a dog that had to be given up. Their daughter is allergic to dogs.
I grabbed the e-mail address and sent them a message. The next day, I get a phone call to come take a look at her. He warned me she hasn't had a haircut. I set some plans aside to put together Dino's sunbathing area.
I come and take a look. Very sweet animal, her name is Oreo. Very fluffy and stinky. Plans came rolling, need to find a groomer and I need to give her a bath. She needs shots and a license. I figured that she would get shots anyway because the moment I moved to Nampa Frank got his, again.
Oreo said good-bye to some kids. The owners want to meet again so the wee one can say hello. Poor child. I broke a little girls heart. Well, parents do need to make tough choices.
I took her to meet mom and helped establish the connection to the Wii. I kick as at bowling. Strike, strike, strike. If it only it were that easy in person. Then I went home and fed the animals and gave Oreo a bath. It was like Christmas, I had a bunch of new suits that mom gave me. Now, I can get rid of the other ones that do not fit me anymore.
Today, I had to go purchase a set of doorknobs and deadbolts. Strange things have been happening in the home. I cam home to a partially open back door. Roger has been saying he has been hearing people. Haunted house? So, more doorknobs...Front door lock is going on the bedroom. I have to have dad come over with a drill to install a deadbolt. Grrrr. I hate hate hate this neighborhood. It's crap and the police are too lazy to do anything.
Anyhoo, I am off to bed. Long week ahead. Frank needs his nails to be done and Oreo is going to get her shots.

Invention for Basking

2010-11-07T10:59:00.000-08:00

Poor Dino has no place to bask. It is very difficult to find a place that sells the right gear for a red eared slider. It's easy in the begining. He was only a couple of inches when I bought the little critter.
The first thing that went wrong was the floating dock with the plastic brackets and suction cups. Suction cups stay on things for a short while. The bottom part of the bracket was floating and Dino got stuck under water with it.
Then a pile of bricks was put into the tank. The tank is glass and Dino is an interior decorator. I took the bricks out. Which makes me think twice about going to a river bed and picking up a huge rock. Dino is 6 inches now and very strong.
I get a magnetic dock. Which did work until the water found a hole in the top and sunk the dock. Once again leaving Dino with no place to bask.
I go to Petco to buy a new light bulb. They of course, DO NOT have anything for my turtle that I BOUGHT FROM THEM. (It's kind of like Sears.) The guys helping me find a light bulb had the balls to say, "It's a requirement to have a basking area." Really? Tell that to Petco, jackass.
So, for the past couple of days I have been looking for a resolution. The resolution is requiring me to buy a new filter. I saw a Turtle Cliff, which is cool. It has a filter built into it.

Then I'm going to see if the heat lamp is still in the house. I need a milk crate and some of the chicken wire. I'm going to put together an area for the heat to come in and for Dino to sun bathe. Then I am thinking of putting together a dock from items from the dollar store and maybe get some turf for reptiles to cover it.

No Regrets

2010-11-05T22:40:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I wonder if I ever made a mistake. Did I make a mistake for letting him live here? I made the mistake of helping him. Sometimes I think I made a mistake by leaving him. He confirmed it wasn't a mistake the same day by posting pictures of their hands with rings on them.
He still owes me $200. Never chipped in on bills. Never fixed the things he broke. Gradually, I get my life back together. Slowly, things are vanishing that he did and I recover some things that were lost. My computer mouse was in his yard sale crap across the street.
The deal: fix the damage or no Internet access. Roger fixed the hole above the door. I cleaned up the back patio. I cleaned the duct tape gunk off the floor. Dad helped me take down the chain link fence and I took down the chicken wire.
My Internet access was being hogged the other night. What is more important? Certainly not his welfare. Isn't he with someone else? Isn't he sponging off of someone else? I had to fight with him while he lived here to respect my education. My education is still being disrespected when I have to take time off to fix what he did. He is causing a commotion with my education when I cannot access the Internet. I am more important. I pay for everything here. My education is more important than some low life who does not have a job. No more sympathy.
He tried to become a friends with benefits. What benefit do I get? I can be my own friend with benefits, thank-you. He probably did the same thing to me as he is doing to Sandy. I tell him no.
I had to fight with Qwest about screwing up my Internet. They said something was wrong with the pin. For four days, I had to be plugged directly into my modem. Here he was suddenly wondering what happened to the Internet when he supposedly wasn't using it. He needed it to get some one's number for a job. Really?
Go to the library. Go to McDonald's. Make Sandy, your wife, get Internet. You fucking virus. As soon as my Internet was fixed, he noticed. I told him he broke the deal. What deal? Um, fix the damage you did. He said try having five-year-old. Yeah, and his daughter is in school.
Probably selling crap on Craigslist without Sandy's knowledge. Getting more pills. Playing Farmville. Wrecking her home. When he lived here, I purchased another computer so he could look for a job on another. He could have had a job by now. Dumb ass. He said not to worry, he can go get access at McDonald's.
Finally, he is leaving my life. By the way, the dating sites are shit. I deleted all my profiles. I will hope for the best. I am still trying to meet the new guy. I don't think it's going to happen. Screw this shit.

America's Catch 22

2010-10-27T22:18:00.000-07:00

While taking Cultural Diversity, I learned about Hispanics. Puerto Rico is U.S. territory. Puerto Ricans can come and go as they please to our country. They are obligated to join the military. Puerto Rico does not have the right to vote. True story.
Native Americans and Hispanics were treated the same way on this continent. Land was taken from both. America battled with Mexicans in the Mexican war and pretty much shoved them off the premises. I understand that Mexican territory exists in America, but only in isolated areas.
What is the big deal with people having a fit over illegal immigration? It cannot be jobs. The whole planet is in economic ruin, jobs are scarce for everybody, try again. Are people afraid of learning a new language? Afraid of needing an interpreter? I have read nasty comments of people saying, "SPEAK ENGLISH!!"
Here is an interesting observation I have made. Many Americans want people to speak English. Then people bitch if they speak to a foreigner that can speak English. Don't believe me? Okay, you might want to think twice when you make a comment when you call a company and someone with a Filipino accent answers. Our ancestors came from other countries to build this country and steal it from others. Perhaps America should isolate itself from the rest of the world?
Shakira tried to protest for illegal immigrants and gave the weakest argument. For someone who is intelligent, I do not think she is bright enough to be an advocate for immigrants. Her opinion was that a woman in a domestic abuse situation may end up being arrested for not having legal documentation. If she does not have legal documentation, why is she here anyway? People need to learn about the past and the present.
I think that America and Mexico should unite. I do not mean America needs to take over Mexico. People need to get along with each other. This illegal immigration business needs a rest. Give Puerto Rico voting rights or give the country back. America should learn Spanish and Mexico should learn English. Every person should have equal working rights. Everyone needs to hurry up and get along, remember, Hispanics are the fastest growing minority group.
That is just my two cents.

Advanced Heating and Cooling = DANGER

2010-10-24T11:15:00.000-07:00

The last time I had someone that tried to rip me off was when I had my Dodge Neon and I was taking it to the Sundance Dodge Dealership. They refused to work on anything after hours of not being with a car. A gas furnace is no different and just as deadly if nobody fixes it correctly. A leaky gas furnace can cause people to die from the toxic fumes and can make a house explode. Who here understands this?
So, it takes about two hours to find people to fix the gas tank. Intermountain Gas does not do anything, they just provide the gas and take your money. I received a phone call from a guy named Stew from Advanced Heating and Cooling. This is how it went before he got there. (Remember, at this point there is no gas leaking. I also work alone and cannot come home in an emergency.)
Stew: What is the problem with the gas heater?
Me: The coupler keeps going out.
Stew: Is it constant or intermittent?
Me: This happened a year ago twice.
Stew: If it goes out like that it is the gas valve. A new gas valve will cost between $350 to $400. I can fix the coupler you will only be throwing your money away. I can show you how to fix it yourself so you will not have to pay anyone to fix it anymore.
So, I let him come over. I had to leave in a half an hour for work. I was calling from 8am until 1030 am, that is how hard it is to find someone to help me. He takes it apart, replaces the coupler, and does not show me how to do anything. The house at this point stinks from the gas. I figured it would be something that would air out. I ask him how much it was, he said not to worry about it. This is where I should be suspicious because of the smell and because he is not having me pay, right? No, I let him leave and I hurry to work because I am running late.
Roger calls my phone at around 7pm. He tells me that the house smells strongly of gas. I told him someone was over. I tell dad I need someone to check the house and check the dog. I call Stew and he says that the smell should be gone by then. He advises to check the connections and shut the gas off if there is still a problem.
I spoke with dad and he said that the smell was faint and the house must have aired out. I come home and it smells really weird. I called the emergency line for Intermountain Gas and tell them about the smell. The gas person came out and started with a reading of 3.2 and when he got closer to the heater it was 4.5. I am beginning to feel angry at Stew. The gas valve was broken and was leaking gas.
So, the gas person shut the water heater off and put a red tag on it. He told me when I can get it fixed to give him a call to remove the tag. Great. I called around to see which company Stew was working for. The places that are 24/7 are not answering the phone or returning phone calls.
I called Stew in the morning. He came back and tinkered with the gas heater some more. I figured if he broke it he would fix it. Guess again.
Stew: Well, just what I thought. The gas valve is bad.
Me: The gas was not leaking until you worked on it. The gas company said that the gas valve was broken.
Stew (trying to use some rhetoric): Well, I try to help you out and you accuse me of breaking your heater.
Me (I was educated in Critical Thinking): What company to you work for?
Stew: Advanced.
Me: Get out!
To me, the whole thing just seemed deliberate. Tells me it's the gas valve, it was leaking gas after, and now it was just what he thought. I call around trying to find someone who can fix this. The gas valve was ruined at this point and I am without hot water. I called the gas company to see if I could get anything. I called dad to see if there was any good advice. Call the company! Nobody is answering and I have to leave a message. I am pissed.
I called more people and I finally come across someone. He works for Todd's and he was working on a roof. I explained the situation to him and I am begging for help at this point. He thought the situation was messed up. He came over and put the heater back together. The gas company took it apart.
Michael made sure I was not going to have a leak again. Intermountain wanted to send someone tomorrow, I work all day and my classes begin I cannot do that. Michael was concerned and did not want to leave the gas running without someone signing off on it. The same gas guy came over, he was already at the house at 1am. Everything checked out okay. This seems a little weird as well, the gas leak was mysteriously gone.
But, it's fixed. Michael was really cool and he didn't charge for the service call. I am going to be raising some bones to get a new water heater and I'm going to be calling Todd's. I might even have them look at the wiring in the house. Finally!! I get to take care of some stuff.
By the way, I took down the chain link fence in the back. Dad has it and I also chucked a few random things into his truck. I took down the chicken wire. Roger fixed the hole above the door!! My house is looking less trashy. Now, I have to do something about the pile of twigs in the back and the tree stump out front.

Circus

2010-10-23T09:12:00.000-07:00

I wish I could just get a different energy resource instead of messing with Intermountain Gas or Idaho Power. Idaho Power is a scam, they turned up the price by $200 a month last winter just to upgrade the meters. Thanks for making it hard to pay the gas bill which is about $200 during a time when I was going through a hardship.
Never pay for a house warranty. If there was any advice I would give, never buy a warranty. They do not do crap for you. I had things that I thought was under the warranty and it says that it is covered. They will come back and say that you owe them because they do not cover it. What exactly do they cover? Nothing.
Gas is the worst energy source. If I had any power and money, I would switch everything out for something else. Even better, I should not have bought the house if I understood what a fiasco it is to fix ANYTHING. People are lazy as hell over here. LAZY.
The first time my gas went out, I had no idea who to call. Intermountain Gas? No. I had to call and call and call to find someone to come and fix it. This was August of last year. It is nothing but a big scam. The guy came over and charged $233 to repair it.
He took a bunch of stuff off and put different parts on. He said it would be under warranty for longer than a year. The next month rolls buy and it is doing the same exact thing. It isn't under warranty for him and fix it again. The paperwork is the most important thing to keep, I had it and it said he has to fix it free if it stopped working again.
Today it is not working, again. I called Overall Plumbing and they said it was out of warranty. Scam artist, I will never go back to you again. The people that are more affordable cannot come over today because I have to work. I cannot call in because I am the only one that closes. Go figure.
There is one that advertises 24/7, guess what? They are not 24/7. They said that they would not be here until Monday. What the fuck??? People, what the hell is wrong with you? Why do you have to make it complicated to keep warm water? It is starting to get cold outside and you are making me jump through hoops just to get something fixed.
What makes me even more upset is my dad. I tried to get in touch with him so I can get assistance with getting in touch with someone that is not going to charge me a ton of money. I am never ever ever ever going to call him again to help me with anything. He kept on saying he could be here, hey great but I need help locating a technician that can be here after 11:30pm. Look, my room mate works. I cannot leave him a note about the water heater being a piece of shit. I cannot stay home because I work alone on Saturday. I do not have very much money. I can only afford maybe $100and that is it.

Mean Neighbor Lady

2010-10-21T19:00:00.000-07:00

That is exactly what I am. I have come to the understanding that people like to trespass on my property whether I have a fence or not. The neighbor behind me thinks he can come into my yard. The kids next door think they can come into the yard.
I have lost a step ladder from the backyard. I have the other ladder inside. I do not have a shed nor can I afford one. I could make something on the patio but then I would not have a view of the backyard.
Roger told me that someone was wandering in the backyard at seven in the evening. Of course, this is a person that can not make an educated guess and exaggerates everything. He speculated that the woman he was dating was a cheater. He even said that the police were across the street yesterday. I do not believe the statements are true and I think he is paranoid.
Everyone knows about the cat problem. Every time I turn around, I have to scoop the yard. It is like I have a cat and clean a litter box every week, except for it is my yard and the cats are not mine. When people walk their dogs, they bring them to my yard so they can go to the bathroom. I yelled at one guy already when I came home one night. Then today, this girl with a Labrador was in my yard talking to the neighbor.
"Any reason you need to be in my yard?" I ask her. She said she was visiting the neighbor and then mimicked me. I scowl at her, "Get off my property!" I think she was a little shocked and scared as she quickly got out of my yard. My glare can pierce your heart, okidoki? Some people let my sweet demeanor trick them.
Sure, I am not nice. I am tired of people just going on my property just because they feel like it. Things have been stolen, I had a yard decoration stolen from the front yard. I am tired of scooping up after every one's animals. The only way to make it stop is to chew them out for being there.
The neighbor across the street is next. There is a couple renting a house down the road. The husband has attempted to hit on every female on the street. He even likes to walk into every one's yard. He tried to start a fight between me and Sandy. As if I don't have an issue already, right? He told her that Paul was coming over and I was crying on his shoulder.(Paul does come over, I do not cry on his shoulder. He will do yard work, borrow stuff, and fix the mower.)He then asked her, "Doesn't that make you want to kick her ass?" She told him she doesn't have anything against me. That right there, what he did, I consider it a threat. I think that should be a threat through a third party, I do not believe Nampa has any laws for that. I think I am going to ask them tomorrow.

Sprint Customer Service

2010-10-17T16:55:00.000-07:00

What we see here, is a person who went from level one to level three because an agent did not know when to stop. I never had AOL, but I have had service that has the same problem. Qwest does it, they ask one million questions that they call an interview to sell more crap. Sprint does it and they try to give you credit to sign up for longer, whoever falls for that has no logic.
September, I upgraded my phone. I never knew it dropped calls until people finally started to call it a little over 30 days later. It never dropped on anyone else because I was not at home.
Whenever I call when I am home, it drops phone calls like hot potatoes. On top of it, it acts funny. I didn't notice this until the other night. The phone was lighting up and showing the time. It did nothing else. Lo and behold, these text messages show up and someone was asking if I was mad at him. No, I wasn't mad it was taking the phone 20 minutes to give me a message. Great.
So, today I am feeling anxious. I have not heard from anyone, I have not seen any texts. I send a guy a message, I was thinking of deleting all of my online profiles because I am not getting anywhere with anyone. He told me that he sent me a message earlier. It is official, the Rumor touch is crap. My other Rumor did not drop calls and received texts. It was durable but not water proof. It was durable, believe me. The phone has been dropped and took a couple of trips across the room.
I called Sprint, the guy ask me how long it has been doing this. Well, I rarely get a phone call so I noticed this fairly recently. He told me that I was within the 30 day warranty. I told him I would go to the store and see if there is something different.
I go to the store. Wait for about 20 minutes for someone to help me. I am not within the 30 days. I am six days out of it. I am infuriated, Sprint has given me the run around again. NEVER upgrade with these people, NEVER.
I call them to give them a piece of my mind. The agent told me that I was outside of the warranty and the next person could do the same thing. I told her I wanted a supervisor because I am getting the run around. I take a break from school so I can fix the house, not mess with a cell phone.
I get a supervisor and he was a real ASSHOLE. I tell him the story and he gets snappy. He tells me I am being disrespectful and that he is trying to help and he cannot do it with me screaming at him. I told him I am not screaming at him and if he wants me to, I will. He gives me more lip and I tell him I want to speak with his supervisor.
He tells me that he can fix my problem. I told him no. He gave me more attitude, "Well, I will I will tell them that you are being uncooperative and that you are screaming at me." As I said, "Excuse me???" and asked for his identification, he put me on a hold. This pissed me off even more. I waited and waited. He was stupid enough to insult my intelligence as well as he was dumb enough to get back on the phone. So, I pushed his buttons back. I called him every racist name I could think of and told him that he never treats anyone like this.
He finally transfers me to another supervisor who was not being a shit like him. I yelled at her for 20 minutes and told her what the supposed supervisor did. I was not yelling until that prick got on the phone with me.
She finally got me to calm down. I told her that my agreement should be waived so I can go to another carrier that will give me respect. She told me that the text issue could be coming from another phone. Perhaps, but I think it is mine because of the weird thing it was doing the other night. Finally, we came to the conclusion that I need to take it to someone who can troubleshoot the phone. So, on my next day off, I'm headed to Boise to see if I can get down to the bottom of my phone problem.
Today, I gathered some twigs and tied them. I also clipped some stuff away in the garden. I apologized to the new guy for being bummed out. I haven't met him and I really want to. One of his daughters is terribly ill and he is taking care of her. Hopefully, she is on the road to recovery.

Precious Time Being Wasted

2010-10-17T09:48:00.000-07:00

I already had my time wasted. I spent nearly two years thinking that someone loved me only to find out 1. He hides things from me. 2. He also has a son that is the same age as his daughter by another woman. 3. He had a pill addiction. 4. He married the woman across the street.
Forgive me if I am wrong, do I really need another person to waste days or even years of my life? I spent the past couple of days off going to Boise just to meet someone. He was wrapped up in work and is not comfortable with me meeting his daughters yet. All I wanted to do was meet him. Then he went to install a door into the ex's house and has not reached me since. Getting back with her? I don't know, I thought he wanted to meet me to.
Why in the hell are these people wasting my time? I get dating profiles and nobody is sending me a message. Except for the occassional loser or the guy who just wants my body. Fuck you people. You know what? I am better off on my own. I can't fuck myself over or waste my time waiting for myself.
I am really sad right now. I do not have anyone to go hang out with. I do not have anyone to go out drinking with. I had to be alone on my birthday. Fuck people, nobody gives a flying fuck about me.
I passed my classes and I am on break. I spent the past week alone. FUCK YOU PEOPLE.

I Don't Know

2010-10-10T00:20:00.000-07:00

I really don't know what to do with myself. I think it's because I have all of this overwhelming crap. I want to find someone I am compatible with even though someone I thought loved me ruined my home.
Plenty of Fish, not my cup of tea. People that I do not want to communicate with will not leave me alone. People I do want to communicate with do not talk to me for very long at all. So, I go to someplace I had left for Paul. My year book.
I go there I can bid on pictures and people can bid on mine. I can flirt and battle. I run across someone that I saw on plenty of fish.
He is asking me all of these questions. Oh yes, how come you never wrote me on plenty of fish. How the heck should I know? Maybe I can communicate with people easier on year book. What do you think? He asks questions, I almost think I made a mistake even trying to find a different venue. Yes, I was randy and wanted to flirt with you! He already knows I am shy and why I do not trust anyone right now. Older with some kids? Why not? Everyone I meet has kids.
Paper is due by midnight. I am full of anxiety. I have no idea about anything. Not a clue. I have no idea why I am looking for anyone. I think I want someone to sit and do homework with. I need someone to go for a jog with. I need someone to go grocery shopping with. Grr.

More Time To Myself

2010-10-03T12:06:00.000-07:00

At work and at home. My position consists of showing people where policies are and what they mean. Sometimes it is other people showing me things and helping me become more knowledgeable of products. I think there are a ton of cool products; I do not get to use them. I work ten hours a day and for the time being, I am exempt from overtime. Three days to myself...what to do.
I should sign up for overtime because I am going to need the hours in case Roger decides to move. Then I won't care if I am living alone. Maybe the occasional company, Mr. Kennedy?? How do you urge a man to come visit? I keep giving him sparklies to entice him, but he seems to be preoccupied. Sad, sad, sad.
As far as dating life goes...it just goes and never stays. I have one guy that seems to think he can tell me what to do. I think I am going to have to add a disclaimer about dating someone who is a writer and is online all day.
What happened was that you know who read my writing all the time and kept on throwing temper tantrums about things that had nothing to do with him. I would accidentally go to a website involving dating and he insisted that I was cheating. The new guy tells me to stay off of Plenty of Fish. Really? Did I say we were together? I think not. I do visit dating sites now and have every right to. If my schooling and job is disrespected, you are going to get the boot. If my writing is read, do so at your own risk. I do have some naughty stuff in there and, yes, about previous lovers. It's life, give me a break or hit the road.
It's my goal to live the human experience. That is the purpose of my writing and making videos. That is the reason why I get tattoos and piercings. Perhaps it is why I have a car and live independently in my own house.
School is going great. I finished writing my other essay last night. Now, I need to polish them off by adding quotes and citations. Then, it is break time. I do not have a break. I have to fix the shit that Paul did to my home and clean up the mess my tree made. I have to bundle a huge pile of twigs, if you want to join, you can.

Quit Yer Bitchin

2010-09-24T07:28:00.000-07:00

One thing I have to say, Boise, shame on you. Shame on you for continuing to build houses that nobody is going to buy. Do you honestly think that people are going to have enough money to pay for a $250,000 to $400,000 house? Seriously, nobody has that type of money. Even if they do, more than likely they work for Micron and are at high risk for being laid off. Available jobs pay between $7.25 to $10.00 an hour.
Shame on Idaho for all of those empty buildings. You and I can both agree that small business owners will rent the building for a short time. For those who are still in business, kudos to you. Keep working hard at keeping your head above water.
To all of those people who are griping about the construction market. Yes, you. You know very well that eventually the buildings are going to stop. Maybe, some day, Idaho will cut down on the budget some more and stop construction on the roads. Think about this, agriculture. Have you ever thought that by building all of these houses and empty business establishments, you are wasting land that should be for farms and wild life?
Instead of sitting in your pity party, why not become a farmer? People need food. Yes, we can grow our own gardens. I know that I will not grow a garden next year. I don't even have the time to mow my grass or clean my house or car. Do something for your community and cultivate the land. I think we should put the whole thing into perspective and change it around.
Urbanization is wasting land. Become a farmer.

New

2010-09-18T22:59:00.000-07:00

Like usual, I have been crabby. The room mate's girlfriend knocks on my door all the time. I'm always in the middle of working on a paper. Leave me alone, God damnit. I decided to call my school. I need time to fix things and lecture people how important it is for me to complete my school work.
I am distracted. I was told to get cracking on making a clone. Should I get an artificial donor? I don't see anyone appealing that wants to date me, why not? Oh yeah, I don't make as much as I used to and if I got insurance it probably not have the same coverage that Aetna had. Damnit. If only that one guy...Maybe, I should urge people to talk to him. No...that is going to far. Even for me.
So, come to find out, Paul ended up going to the hospital for nearly overdosing. It is on his record that he is a narcotics abuser. Serves him right. He was talking across the street to the neighbor about him and his wife. Evidently, they got married. Good, she is getting what she asked for. A drug addicted mooch. I have every reason why not to associate with anyone of the opposite sex. I decided, I am my own soul mate. God, I hope those fuckers move soon. Isn't it fucked up in the head to marry someone across the street a month after you break up?
I have been pissy at work. One day off a week is burning me out and I am starting to swear. I had a last minute interview, which was fun. I sent her an e-mail thanking her before I left from working overtime. I have the day off, work on papers ALL day long. I come to work worn out.
Associate, "It's going to suck because your not on our team anymore...I hate you." Your pulling my leg, when did I get placed on another team? "You are help desk now." What?? Really?? "Check your e-mail, I sent you an e-mail telling you how much I hate you." Sure enough, I got the new position. No, the associate's e-mail was not hateful. She was joking.
It is a weird feeling. I had no idea how my shift was going to change. I will not be a temp anymore. During my first call, the new boss person grabbed me and had me sit with the new team for a bit. I even took some calls that I have no knowledge of, I liked it. The next new change, I start in the new building on Monday.
It is back to the ten hour shifts. I still have some overtime. I will be spending Sunday working on two papers. Oh yes, about school, the counselor is giving me two weeks off after these classes. Yay, a break! I told her I have a ton of crap to fix and a tree I have to bundle up. The classes will be split again after. Which is a relief because it has been years since I have taken Algebra. I am hoping this is not where I fail.

Polite Way of Saying Eff You

2010-09-11T08:34:00.000-07:00

I went to get a new phone. I got a new Rumor that is a touch screen and it is purple. Yay, people are finally coming out with purple electronics! So, this comes with an SD card which makes me happy because I had to buy the last one.
I grabbed the SD card from the old phone that I killed. I watered it on the patio. My friend asked me if I was trying to make it grow. I told him the screen was fuzzy, does that count?
I have a device that the card came with. It was gone. I sent Paul a message, why do you think you can take my things and please bring me back my memory transfer thing. I changed my pin the other day because I was getting the silent treatment. I did not get a response back about the thing he took either.
I came home yesterday and found it in the mail box. Again, without a thank-you or a hello. I get a message later. Paul told me that he was in the hospital because he nearly overdosed and died. Really? He asked if I changed my pin again and he was trying to sell stuff.
I told him that I am having trust issues and that I am depressed. He told me that he was depressed and nearly overdosed. My final response, I don't see any reason why you should be depressed. You already found a new girlfriend quickly, betrayed me, and you have your daughter. I have not heard anything since and no pin for him.

I Play Harder

2010-09-01T12:47:00.000-07:00

I am burned out right now. I have to work overtime and I hope it is cancelled. I have too much to do.
So, now that I have been used and walked all over, I decided to make some changes. I can because I pay for everything around here and everything is mine. Paul has been using my Internet connection across the street. The old bat does not have her own anything evidently.
I was pissed at the way I have been treated. So...I thought about the Internet. Change the key. I changed the key and I heard nothing for a couple of days. Paul parked in the alley for some weird reason.
The next day I get a message, "Why did you change your Internet settings??" I lied and told him that my Internet wasn't working. Then he said, "I need the connection so I can get money for Nini's lunch." I don't know what to tell you, "Why can't Sandy take care of it?" I told him that I would give him the pin later.
I did not call him back. The next day, "Can I please have the pin?" Hmm, no not really. He told me that I was on my own and that it was my fault that my house looked like crap. So, my response was, "You left me by myself with the mess you made. You are on your own." His response was that he said that he would fix it.
I forwarded the message he sent me. Then I said, "No fix, no Internet. Terms and conditions apply if you want Internet." He went off on a tangent about how much he hated Bri for leaving him with this mess. I didn't respond. Finally, "What are the terms?"
1. Take the chicken wire off my fence. 2. Pay me my money back. 3. Fix the hole above the door. 4. Sandy can never be in my yard EVER again. 5. Fill that hole you dug in my front yard. 6. That caulking around the window sills? Take that crap off.
So, he is looking for someone to pull the tree stump. He better plan on fixing the mess he made otherwise, no Internet access and it is small claims court. I have the upper hand, not him.

Should Be Friendly, but...

2010-08-29T22:49:00.000-07:00

I want you guys to know what I am feeling. I want people to know that I did not go off for no reason. Should I be ashamed? Probably. However, I really do not care because I have been tolerating a ton and not saying too much. So, I live in a money pit now. I have a huge hole around a tree stump in the front yard. I did not dig that nor did I ask. I have a hole above the door. I have fences in places that I need to take them down. I did not do any of that. I have caulking around my windows that I am having a hard time removing without damaging the windows.
It is bad enough I am emotionally hung over. In the beginning of this carnival, my garbage can was missing. It was across the street. I had to argue to get what I pay for every other month back. If my yard was inside a house that I could lock, I would be happy.
He was borrowing my hose, sprinkler, and lawnmower...without asking first. I feel like I am being used. Much like being stolen from by Sandy like she did my guy. It was her that was bringing him gifts before I dumped him. He got a new watch and new clothes. There is no way I am going to believe that it was platonic.
I told him, ask me first. Put it back and the answer is no. He is sneaky about returning the items. He does not come and say hello and he does even say thank-you. Why does he feel the need to walk all over me?
Then, he posted pictures of engagement rings. Oh la dee da, my daughter deserves a good mother and blah, blah, blah. That is it, I am tired of this. That arrogant prick told me that I was cheating on him all the time. So, I went off on him. I will be damn sure that they do not cross my path ever again.
I ranted and I posted the video. He goes off how I am threatening him. The phrase was specifically that he ruined my home and I hope she has insurance for the damage that he will do to hers. He said that was a threat. He told me that he recorded everything and will take it to the police. For what? I was not threatening anyone. And he thinks he can tell me what videos to post? What? Incriminating evidence of the crap I am enduring from him? Go ahead, I tell him. That only will give me leverage.
I told me to not have anyone associated with me to contact him. Excuse me? I never told anyone to contact him. People had my back at their own will. I told him that they are not welcome on my property ever again and I certainly did not like seeing her in my backyard. He told me that since I went off, he will not fix what he damaged. Um, yeah, and perhaps I can take him to small claims...thinking about it.
So, he was also avoiding available jobs and trying really hard to get the job with the government. I asked him, "What if they don't hire you?" He refused to answer the question. 8/20 came and went, I asked him, when are you supposed to pay me back? He stated, "When I get a job, dumb, dumb." I asked him about the one job. He said things don't always work as planned. I told him, "That is is exactly what I said, wasn't it?"...dumb dumb.
When will this ever stop? They are across the freaking street. It feels so demeaning. It makes me more and more mad thinking about everything that I have to fix and all the time I do not have to do it. I feel incredibly stupid for even helping him or dating him. I should have let him leave the first time he went off on me about crap that had nothing to do with him. Coulda, shoulda, woulda.
I am glad we are not together. The whole situation feels condescending, coniving, and unforgiveable. I just wish I dumped him sooner before he wrecked my home.
On a positive note, I have a room mate moving in soon. There is a new opening for the position that I want. I just hope I don't get burned out before I can get it.

The World Today

2010-08-21T07:39:00.000-07:00

You know how leery I am about letting other people live here. Things vanish, get broken, and get moved. I have a hard time finding someone decent to live here. People today do not have a car. What? I have a car and I commute, what the freak is going on?
So, guy number one. (Women are not responding to my ad.) This fellow had came down from Alaska and is a fisherman. Problem, he is in Emmett and does not have a car to drive here. Here is my dilemma, I have a paper due and the spell check was down so I am on schedule...not ahead. His family or friends cannot bring him here because of drama. Really? Why is that?
Fellow number two, just arrived in Boise. Keeps calling me while I am on the highway. I would have to meet him after work on Monday. Do I have the time? Probably not because I have to begin research for my final project for two classes and I have a 1,500 word essay due every week.
Fellow number three, very thick Spanish accent. Lives in a house by himself. I told him I have a boyfriend that lives here. It almost seems that every guy that calls is under the impression that I am looking for a date. It's absurd.
What is really pissing me off are the people that do not have a vehicle and do not know their way around Nampa...or Idaho for that matter. I do not have any time whatsoever. I do not have enough money to be driving to another town to meet someone. Not to mention, it would be a situation where I would be expected to play taxi driver. The answer is no, okay?
I got to go. I have a car to pay for so I can get around and a deposit to make. Almost time to start doing direct deposit. Too bad the time card isn't something I can slide a card into. I miss that about other jobs. I have to enter time into a time card every week. The current one I have to make up a complicated password and I do not have a way to use a link to get to the website for the time card.

Been Busy

2010-08-18T17:44:00.000-07:00

So, plenty of my tree branch is gone. Rick came over to chop it up. Today, half of it was removed. I still have a few limbs that dad said he will come and get. Leaves are everywhere.
Yesterday, I saw my cousin Randy Jo. I was sitting minding my own business when she appeared. The person that lead her in sat her next to me. So, she got to listen to my crazy calls for about a couple of hours. She is a little nervous. I told her that the customers are not so bad. Much of the job takes practice and when I began, I didn't know anything. Come to think about it, the next person knows as much as I do.
When I got home, I decided to water the grass. I was calling around to see what I could do about Frank. He's been paying attention to this pink circle on his bottom. I am getting aggravated because I did not have enough to make a house payment. The last of my retirement was just transferred to my checking account. Of all the crazy crap. So, I decided to water everything. I am by myself to do yard work and I cannot remember how to start my stinking lawnmower.
I work in the garden until I realize my cell phone was on the table that was being showered by the sprinkler. Great. I don't want another agreement. I have been avoiding it like the plague. I make snide remarks about how Sprint wants to give me a measly $50 to re-join for 2 years. Seriously, not worth it.
So, I move the phone and take it apart so it can dry. Slowly but surely, it will work. I had to run around looking for an older phone. I found it, but all of the information that was stored in it was gone. At least, I can call a vet for Frank. So, I have been trying to gather numbers until my other phone is working again.
Today,I took Frank to the vet. It cost me $175 and I have to nurse him for a few days. Some gland ruptured and got infected. Poor dog. Right now, Frank is a little bit loopy and growly and whiny.
I went to the interview. I was a success; however, my accommodations do not match what she can do. I told her I can do pretty much anything, I am online doing school. She only had ten hour shifts available. I could do it as long as there is not a tedious amount of overtime. Until next time. I should be rolling over to HP soon, so I have something else to look forward to.
Other cool news, I found a praying mantis on my house. It is in the garden right now. I am really tired right now. I spent a little bit picking up leaves. I need to clean the house. I would have someone looking at the room but the guy seems to be a creep to me. Hopefully, this round with the American Classifieds will help. Last time, I had an ad for a whole month and nobody called. The paper is free for crying out loud!!
so, happy thoughts. I get paid on Friday. Until I get a new room mate, minimum payments.

Relationship No No

2010-08-11T12:28:00.000-07:00

There is more to the story that I hardly ever spoke of. Sometime around the beginning of my relationship with Paul, I should have let him go back to Twin Falls. He would read writing that I wrote months before I ever knew him.
He would take it personal and send me messages because it freaked him out. He thought everything I wrote was about him. If I hate something about my life, he took it personal. Going to my writing and turning it into drama is grounds for terminating a relationship. I should have ended it at that.
He would tell me that I am dating other guys. I should have. I have no time to see other people let alone go out and have fun. I have been supporting him and taking him out. He thought I had time?
I have male friends that are platonic. Yes, I did date Doug. No, I did not want to tell him because he got upset at my writing for no apparent reason. I made some comments on Facebook and Doug responded to them. Paul came along and made a rude comment whenever Doug said anything. Doug started to send me messages directly to avoid offending Paul. He was unapologetic about it. He got jealous about other people that I would mention. He would say, "Do you ever mention your girlfriends?"
Yes, I do. I talk about girls that are my friends. I do not mention them very often because I do not speak to them very often. He said the same thing every single time I spoke of a guy that I know. Or if it was a girl with a guy's name.
So, along came Sandy. For about a couple of weeks before I dumped him, he was hanging out with her. I was waking up alone. He said that he was trying to leave me alone so I can do my homework. Until three or six in the morning? I don't believe him. He said that she is a single mother and is 44. What difference does that make? I'm flirting with someone who is 38, what does that tell you?
Today, I am pissed at Paul, Sandy, and my dad. Why my dad? Because, when he got a doorknob, he did not get one with a deadbolt. Now, I don't have one key for all of the doors. In fact, I do not have any keys for the back door. I was dumb and locked myself out this morning.
I am pissed at Paul for getting rid of my spare doorknobs that I do have a key to and switching all of the doorknobs all the time. He said he cannot find the bag of doorknobs. Honestly, I think he sold them to make a profit for himself. He sold all of my weed mat for a profit. I paid for his bike, he sold it and never paid me back.
I am pissed at Sandy for letting him stay over there in the first place. I am stuck being alone and helpless. I cannot afford to get rid of the tree that fell. I do not have the time to fix the hole in the wall that Paul made. He was busy with her and his shit to even fix anything. I cannot get in touch with Paul to get some help.
I go across the street. Paul is not there. Her teenage daughter answered the door. He was at the YMCA where Sandy works. I am screwed. I am pissed. I said that her mother is a slut.
This is the only time Paul is responding. He said that it is wrong for me to a call a 44 year old mother a slut to her 14 year old daughter. He was rude to my friends. Him and Sandy walked all over me. He has the brass to tell me what I can and cannot say? Think about it. Her daughter is a teenager and old enough to realize that it would be a battle ground to be hanging out with one of her friends boyfriend. He is showing the kids that it is okay to date someone and sleep at another woman's house.
Come to think about it, if it were me, it would be okay for him to talk to me like that. Wouldn't it? There is a double standard going on. I was suspected of sleeping around because of stories I wrote. I was suspected of sleeping around because I have male friends. Now, that I am suspect him of doing it, I can't say anything?
I don't know when this will ever be over. I just can't get over that fact. I wake up every morning remembering all the crap he did to me and I have to take it sitting down silently. It probably wasn't right to say it in front of her daughter.
If my mom did that when I was 14, I would expect the same thing. You do not have someone else's boyfriend stay at your house. If it were me and I had a teenage daughter and I had someone else's boyfriend staying at my house, I would be a shame to society. There would be a big fat girl fight. If it was because of the kid, sounds like she needs to discipline her kid to go to bed at a curfew. Hello??? Someone needs to lecture Sandy. Apparently, she is either screwing him or she needs a lecture on what you should not do when it is the neighbors boyfriend.
Paul said that she wants to be my friend. I don't want to be her friend. I hate both Paul and Sandy for all of this shit. Paul did not have the decency to ask if her things can be stored in my house. He never asked if it was okay to move the modem.
I finally got the key to the deadbolt. He had the keys because he has things to fix. He finally put a new door knob on the door to the kitchen. He was going to help with the tree, it is still there. More branches are in the backyard killing the grass. I text a guy if he knew anyone that can help me with the tree. He does know someone. I just hope it doesn't cost me a bunch because I am running out of money.

Time for a little break

2010-08-03T22:22:00.000-07:00

Just a few more days and my classes are doubling again. Just two more classes. I kind of took a break from my final project tonight. Last week of class is a struggle to participate for some odd reason.
Tomorrow morning, I think I will take Frank to get his nails done. Then, it is off to mom's house. I get more stuff done that way. Maybe it's because I can listen to the television in the background. I stay home and I have no television and all I want to do is watch Youtube.
This morning was an interesting event. I was up late as it is. Then, at approximately 2:30am, I felt like something smacked my body. This loud crack noise woke me up. I thought about getting up to see what happened. I didn't think anything of it and dozed off again.
I get out of bed at about 7:30 am and I let Frank outside. I was vaguelly remembering some strange occurance. I walk Frank out to make sure the fence is shut. There is another present my Dutch elm left me. The other half of the branch that fell not too long ago. Weird. Now, that I cannot afford to rent a chainsaw.
I don't know if anyone would be willing to help me get rid of the enormous branch in the backyard. Luckily, the other trees were around to keep it from causing serious damage. My concern was that it would make me a close neighbor without a fence. Either that or fall on my house or on the electric line.
I'm going to go to bed now. I have a tone to do tomorrow and for the next couple of days. Need to make the projects perfect.

I'm Responsible Why?

2010-08-02T08:22:00.000-07:00

It has been quiet around the house. Nothing else is misplaced. The only thing that is misplaced are Paul's keys. He has been looking everywhere for them. Personally, I think the kids grabbed them and lost them somewhere. They were playing in his car a few days ago.
I pay for my bills for the house. Paul did take Sandy's stuff out of my house. I am not a storage unit. He has been doing yard work at her house and helping her clean out the drive way.
My garbage can that can be used was missing. I am pissed because I just paid $84 for the utilities and my garbage can was at Sandy's. Who the hell does that? Seriously. I am not chipping in for someone else's garbage. I have other garbage cans that he can use.
The key words are, "ASK ME." Never once did he ask me if it is okay to do something. He just up and does it. I sent him a text to give me my garbage can back and that I paid the bill. He has no right. He is over there, not over here.
I find it aggravating that I have to call dispatch just to get a point across to ask me first. I will be pissed off if I have to take him to court just to break up with him. It almost feels like he thinks we were married. There is a difference between marriage and dating. I can kick someone out without any strings attached, that is the difference.
So, anyway, he told me that he had the garbage can and would empty it out. Then he told me that he would give it back...as soon as he found his keys. Excuse the fuck out of me? He did this a couple of times before where he thought he needed something accomplished first when I needed something back, or rather a someone.
Instead of turning this into a legal matter, I sent him a message back. I asked him why I was responsible for him losing his keys and to put the garbage can back in my yard. I paid a bill that I cannot afford and he has not EVER paid for any of the bills.
So, the garbage can was back when I came home. Not to say that we are fighting. But this is the dumbest thing that happened. Supposedly, he is going to work on the yard. I have been coming home at night and the lawn isn't mowed and I have to water all the plant life. He said he is going to get my groceries. I hope so, there were a few things that I had to buy while playing the waiting game.
In other news, I picked my first garlic out of my garden. It smells really yummy. I think the rest will stay in the ground for now. The one I picked was kind of small.
And now, since I am addicted, I am prescribing a Danny a day to keep the mental doctor away.

Weirdos

2010-07-28T18:13:00.000-07:00

So, I am alone in the house. I get this sick perverted call around noon.
A restricted number called my phone. "Do you know who this is?" I'm thinking it is someone I know, he sounded like the person in the last place I lived. It slipped, I said his name. Of course, he said it was him. (Do not give an answer, ask who it is and if they don't say: hang up the phone.) This individual proceeded to try to have phone sex with me. Then he asked for my mailing address. I told him no and that I just got out of a relationship and I didn't want to be giving my information away.
How this guy got my number...probably on Craigslist. Of all the inconsiderate pieces of shit. You have to be thinking these days when posting an ad. Not only do I have these dip shits that say they are a humanitarian or a bio chemist, now I can't even put my number on an ad. Thanks, asshole. People like this deserve to have a virus sent to their computer that will burn their house down.
So, new game plan. Fake e-mail address just for the responses. I am going under a different name. I also changed my number. I did not have to pay or extend the agreement. The only thing I had to do was program my phone and give friends and relatives the new number. I don't know if I got everyone, the multiple message thing is screwed up. If you need my new number, you know who to ring and I can answer with an e-mail.
The one thing that I would like to do is to set up a phony bank account. Something for the police to watch. You see, what these people are doing is sending a fake check that will bounce and cost the victim money. Lot's of money. How they do it.
Step 1. Respond to an ad and act really friendly.
Step 2. You respond back in a friendly fashion.
step 3. They send an e-mail back. The e-mail gives their life story of how they are in another country and how they would like to send money in advance. The grammar and spelling is horrific.
Step 4. (Which I do not get to.) Some sorry sucker falls for this and have them send a check to them.
Step 5. The check bounces and the perpetrator turns out to be a phony.
So, a fake bank account would be perfect. Banks should actually look into something like this. This way, they can protect their clients and help crack down on scams.
In other news, I cannot stop watching The Gradual Report. I am freaking addicted. he has about 400 sum odd videos. Hours and hours of blissful sexy Danny. Drooool. I hate when I get addicted to someone. It is so distracting. I am partially done with my class project. Pity I have to work overtime tomorrow. Not thrilled about it.
I didn't get any birthday cake. Paul made me a cake the next day. No, he's not moving back in. He needs to get his shit together before that happens. I am skeptical if that will ever happen. So far, he went a bought a new door knob for the kitchen door. Next, the hole in the wall.
I'm not going to have much time for the next couple of months starting after next week. My classes are doubling up again. I think I can pull it off though. I am taking Cultural Diversity and Environmental Science. I am already thinking that my final project for the environment is how nuclear testing has effected the environment. Cultural diversity...I already did a paper on African Americans and Native Americans. Maybe, I will go with Middle Eastern culture. It works, I wrote two papers about Egypt in high school, I love belly dancers, and Middle Eastern food. Oodles of resources...

Pity Party

2010-07-26T14:26:00.000-07:00

He is moving out right now as we speak. I am really scared because I am going to be alone here. It's a pity because it has been about two years. Paul has been staying at Sandy's house across the street. Supposedly, he has been hiding his daughter there. I don't want any part of it.
I have been telling him to leave. He has been staying over there, he can go be a sponge over there and wreck her house. He said that Bree is using again, yep and he's a hypocrite for saying so.
I'm really confused at this point. Whenever I tell him to go, he says his stomach hurts or he needs to continue working on the lawn. What about me? What about my needs? He has never paid a dime living here. He has only paid me back for things. I still have yet to see him pay me back for the car. After the conversations, he acts like everything is all hunky dory. He stated he wanted to get along with me. Fix the shit you broke. Today was the final straw.
He left to run some errands for someone else. His daughter and her friend start running through the house and going through things. I told him to pack and go. And that is what he is doing.
Word of the wise, you break it you fix it. Don't stay at the neighbors house. Pay people back or you will lose your friends...or your fingers depending on the situation.

Ballpen Park Figure

2010-07-26T08:46:00.000-07:00

Of course, I could very well be blowing smoke up your rear. I wonder what it would be like to have stock in pens, tweezers, and nail clippers. So many people loose those items. I know I have. I think I have spent at least $20 replacing tweezers and nail clippers alone. I am just one person.
According to some source in 2009, there were 306,861,871 people in the United States. Of those going to school or don't use a pen, I don't know. See if each person lost a pen and had to replace it each year and the pen was from The Dollar Tree, that would be about $306,861,871. If everyone lost a pack of pens a year, I normally pay about $4 for a pack of about 8, it would be about $1,227,447,484. That is something that is probably split up because there are more companies than Bic.
So, it's my birthday. My "boyfriend" is across the street again. I told him last night that I cannot do this anymore. His logic: 1. Nini is a nuisance. (He said this, not me) 2. Trying to hide daughter from Bree so she will sign off child support. 3. Sandy hurt her leg and he needs to be over there. No, no, no, just stop. Just pack your shit and go, I have another person in mind to be with...and he is employed.
Right now, I am hungry and should be working on my homework so I can play. I had to fight with Qwest again. These guys are seriously messed up in the head and expect to have business. I know how everything works and how much money is expected out of every representative. I worked for them for Christ sake.
1. I disconnected the phone service and only have the Internet. I was tired of people just picking up my phone and calling long distance without asking if I had long distance.
2. I have had to reset my password numerous times. Every time I go to pay my bill, I have to mess with the system.
3. Qwest took away their ability to serve their customers. A billing specialist cannot help someone who has Internet service only. A technical support agent cannot tell you if you have a balance. The automated phone system is closed at night so I cannot call until the morning. They refer me to chat. Chat cannot help me, I have to write a letter.
4. Qwest is losing a customer because they have their head up their ass.
5. I have an agreement. But, I have a game plan. Yes, Qwest, yes I do.
Why are companies making it hard to pay your bill? Qwest isn't the only one that gives me shit. Idaho Power is always messing around with their website to. Last time I had to pay the bill, I had to call them because the payment system has become MORE picky than it already was.
Set up an auto bill pay you say? No, I don't have enough money to have it withdrawn. I only have my insurance company doing this and I don't have enough money. I over drafted by $159 this month. I cannot set up an auto bill pay. Nobody is responding to the room for rent except for "humanitarians from south Africa." I don't have the funds. I have a job and I don't have enough money to live.
Paul owes me for the car, that was the last of my Chase account. I need that money to keep my head above water. He gets food stamps. He said he applied for a job. Which I do not believe because he lies to me.
Maybe I should look into investing in pens...

Danny is funny!

2010-07-21T11:19:00.000-07:00

The Tiniest Violin In the World

2010-07-15T13:05:00.000-07:00

Is playing the saddest song in the world for Paul. When he could have been hired by a manager, she was giving him pills instead of employment. Now, he is trying to find a way out of his addiction. He cannot afford a doctor.
He wants my support in this. Which I am fine with considering I have been supporting him in helping him find employment. I got another computer so he can be online and look for work. I bought him clothes so he can go to an interview. I even grabbed him another application, one that he lied about filling out. More support...
The major problem I have is that he is turning this into my problem. I start telling him something, he says that I am yelling at him. No, I am not. I tell him to stop doing something. He says that I am yelling at him. No, I'm not yelling until the third time the same thing happens again. He still does it. He starts reading things and going through things that are none of his business. He bothers me at a stressful job telling me that I am cheating and he is upset with me.
Things keep getting re-arranged by him. I have no clue where anything is anymore. He even changed items around in my totes. Now, I really don't know where anything is. He does things without me such as moving my room. There is no "together" with him. I keep telling him to stop. He does not.
He told me that it is my fault that he is taking medication. Paul told me that he does not know how to cope with me. I told him he needs to stop moving things around and leave me be to do my school work. It's not my fault. Just because I have to repeat myself like a broken record does not mean someone else needs to take drugs just to cope with me. Just because someone else instigates a fight with me does not mean they have to do drugs.
Telling me it is my fault that you are doing drugs will land you in the doghouse. Telling me it is my fault does not resolve the issue. It only makes me look like a scapegoat. Telling me something is my fault is the same thing as saying my parents divorce was my fault. It is the same thing as saying that I cause people to become an alcoholic.
I am sorry for such a crappy blog. I had to get it off my chest because I am pissed. I am tempted to call the head office of Taco Bell and ask them if it is customary to hire such scum bags and permit for bad work ethic to take place. I am upset with Paul and I believe that I will be mad at him for a long time.

Well, well, well

2010-07-13T22:21:00.000-07:00

Have I told you people about this hobo that was living here? No, no, the girl. See, I'm going to have to really put my foot down. My home is turning into a ghetto in more ways than one.
Where to begin...Paul was abandoned here by his mom. She has stolen his cars a while back and sold them. She convinced him to leave Minnesota only to abandon him at a hotel in Idaho. She stole his money. That being said, he was sympathetic to this trashy girl.
He told me that her grandmother was talking trash about her while she was looking at the rooms. Her mom was in the hospital because of some heart condition. I am skeptical because of all the fun room mate crap. I am also a skeptic because Paul feels empathy because his mom treated him the same way.
She stays over a couple of days. I automatically feel uncomfortable and hate her guts. She said that her father and stepfather are locked up because they are threatening to kill her. She was forced into marriage and her hubby was in jail. She forgot to mention that she was on medication for mental problems. Need I say more?
Paul attempted to be sneaky about making her leave. I think he said we were going to be gone and she could not be here. He left her with a friend and bailed. I have not seen her for a while.
Yesterday, I hear someone tapping on the door. I thought the kid across the street was knocking on the door. I answered and there the girl stood. Apparently, I am not comfortable. She brought this weird looking skinny guy with her. She was asking for Paul. Then she started bombarding me with questions. Hey, I'm trying to work on school. More questions. I tell her to wait a minute, I call Paul and tell him she was there. I abandoned him with her. Later, he told me that she told her that she could not do that anymore.
Tonight, I hear knocking again. I am feeling leery because the neighbors boyfriend is threatening her and Paul. (Long story). I take a look out the window and there is a girl with a stroller standing outside. WTF. I open the door, there is hobo girl and her meth lab boyfriend.
I told her, "I don't mean to be rude, I have to work on my school. Paul isn't here and I do not know where he is." Leave me the hell alone. She left. I text Paul. He stated that she will make her stop. Maybe I will make her stop with a foot in her ass.
I spoke to Paul this morning. Of course, he said he was sick and I was yelling at him. No, I was not yelling. I told him I cannot tolerate his crap anymore. There was an application that he said that he filled out. I found it on the floor yesterday, blank.
Anyone remember that I said I bought a new door knob? He removed the door knob again, placed it on the bedroom door, and took the locking door knob to the neighbor across the street. Again, long story. He did not ask me, again. I thought he was going to use one of the numerous door knobs I have. Nope, he didn't ask.
I told him I do not like the chicken wire on my fence. I do not like the cheesy fence by the door that everyone can get caught on. I especially do not like the hole above my new door. He has not fixed it because he is too busy doing things that he should not. He even became addicted to medication. If I see the lady at Taco Bell that was distributing the pills, I'm going to kick her motherfucking ass. I'm going to have a ticket for assault and battery at Taco Bell to add onto my disturbing the peace ticket from another fast food restaurant. I am not afraid of the franchise big dogs, bring it on Taco Bell. I'm packing a lunch, literally.
I told him that he cannot be looking for a job that he wants. I realize he had child support. Who cares? He has been living in my home free. I let him use the other computer to look for a job. I help find him clothes to go to an interview. What does he do? Nothing. Just things that makes him look like white trash. I asked him what he is going to do if the government does not hire him. He said he will get that job. Well, he better. Or else.

What's New, Boo?

2010-07-07T12:35:00.001-07:00

This here is my new toy. It is the tightest and tiniest digital camera I have ever owned. Paul said that he would help pay for it. How? I do not know. I still have to figure out how to retrieve footage from the old camera since it went bad. What happened with the old one, I will never know.
For a while, I didn't think the job was going to take notice of me. I was noticing e-mails about other associates moving up. As a matter of fact, there was a fiasco where I was given a no call no show. I normally have Wednesdays and Thursdays off. I had previously asked to switch one of these days. Nothing was happening and it seemed at the last second anyway. I went to see Justin on a Tuesday, I come back after my days off, and then I discovered everything was changed two and a half hours after I left.
Yesterday, it came to my attention how good I did last month. In the beginning, my score card was a little low. I have to get a three for about 6 months. In May, I got a three. June, I got a four! Looks like I am pulling through. The boss was talking to me about taking some steps before I start a new position. I am going to be shown the basic ropes before I am doing something new. Outstanding! I am so thrilled, I can't wait to learn more! She said I would be an excellent asset to the position because I am a writer. :)
So, I am going to be working even harder to keep up the good work. Just have to remember: stay patient and keep a smile on my face. I have exciting new things taking place and that really puts me in a good mood.

SHOES!!!

2010-07-02T22:00:00.000-07:00

Yes, I knew mom would say hooker shoes. I couldn't resist. The shoes were on sale. They went from $79 to $29. It's that time of year.
I begin to log into Victoria's Secret. I start looking and I make a wish list. I think my wish list totals $1,500. There is not very much there. There are a black pair of shoes that I wouldn't mind getting for cheap.
Paul ran off to Twin Falls. I hope he gets his job back. He doesn't like it, but you cannot get what you want for work these days.
I am looking for someone that hires people that I can ask some questions tomorrow. I hope I can reach someone at Volt on a Saturday. Hopefully, boss lady will be there tomorrow so I can ask her some questions. :)

Do it, do it now!

2010-06-29T22:58:00.000-07:00

I am kind of in a weird mood. One of those moods where I feel, I don't know. I just finished watching this video about where man came from, giants, and December of 2012. Where does everyone come up with this crap? How many times have we said it's the end of the world?
I have been having fun all day. I felt sad about not being able to adopt a schnauzer. I can't right now anyway, I'm dog sitting. I paid off one of my medical bills from that food poison fiasco. They still have not found out where it came from. The health department probably did and decided not to tell me. Too busy with the H1N1 stuff.
Why deal with injections? I have not been immunized. The last time I received a shot was when the school was going through some virus scare. Some kids didn't have to have it because of some allergy to eggs. Has anyone watched the Origin of Aids? You might find it interesting. Then you probably might not ever want to be immunized ever again.
I had fun with Allstate today. For over a month, I have told them I do not want to be their customer. I e-mailed the agent three times that I am severing ties. Get a clue. Get a life. No means no. No, I will not go through anymore trouble for Allstate.
I get a call from them today telling me that I have not yet paid them. Okay, I have told them a few times. So, I gave them one last call. Nice girl, I feel bad for her. She asked if I wanted to review the policy first to see if there were any discounts. 1. I already got a new policy. 2. Kiss my ass. 3. I already lowered my rate and look what it brought me. 4. Allstate doesn't care that I am a student. No, I would not.
I hope that it didn't do anything to her stats. I think it is bad business practice to fire someone over something that is out of his or her control. This is coming from one call center agent to another. It is bad ethic and it is bad for the economy. Someone calls in to lower a bill or close an account because they lost their job. The agent puts up with this scenario all day, the agent gets fired for not saving enough customers. The cycle starts all over again when the agent is calling another company because they lost their job not saving enough people. Then that agent loses their job. Then we all end up at a job that does not pay as much as it used to and even more miserable because it's the same job. I can give you a long list of why the economy is shit. Firing people for stupid reasons is one of them.
I am working on a new project and maybe I will put it to the test. My paper is about communication jobs. I had to choose three. I decided to go with journalism, radio, and performing arts. Try that on for size. Maybe, I will earn a new opportunity.

Village Idiot

2010-06-28T22:35:00.000-07:00

It's been a long month. Not that nothing exciting has been happening. I have been busy with family stuff. I have been busy with school stuff. I never knew I would do so well...until I start doing math. Which is if I go for the Bachelors degree. Am I going to continue? I don't know, I didn't qualify for more financial aid. Again, I made too much money at DirecTv. Screw them, they have bad karma coming. Especially, Emily. Better watch your back, biotch.
I have not had much time to go visit the brother. I hope he is making a nice recovery. Dad wants to go with me to visit. Well, he needs to grab me at a time when I am not working on my project for class and when I am not working. By the way, I am looking for something new. I am losing patience, hope, and sanity...and I am going to get caught.
In case nobody has noticed, I have not spoken much with anyone. I think the people I have spoken with the most are the relatives on my mom's side of the family. Told you I don't speak to anyone often. Something you would not expect to happen, happened.
I went to the Cherry Festival. Nothing new. I just wanted to spend time with my guy and wander around a bit. Take a break. I saw my aunt and uncle, Becky and Tommy. I know them quite well. I have known them for a long time. I was introduce Paul to them. I was trying not to say Tim. I felt like a total ass when I couldn't say his name. What the hell? You know what is funny about the whole thing?
Why don't I just wind the clock back a little bit. For a while, I have rarely seen Uncle Tommy. Mom took my for a ride on her motorcycle to visit him. The last time I saw him was at his son's reception. (I think his name is Jared?) This was around the same time Athena getting her children back. Probably, a couple of years ago. When he saw me, he started to talk to me. He said the wrong name and called me Tara. So, it would be evident that we don't see each other often if we are forgetting each others name.
I have been chatting with my cousin, Tommy's daughter, Randi Jo. She told me that she was performing in Chicken Every Sunday. We did a little bit of catching up. I was talking to her how long it has been since I had been in a play. She told me about some auditions. I went to see the play, thought it was charming, and envied her hair. On the program, there was some more info on the auditions. I think I am going to go. I am intrigued.
I think June was the month for me feeling bad. I kind of felt bad for the crap my brother is going through, even though I didn't do anything to him. I also felt like an idiot for forgetting my own uncle's name, I never ever ever forget I assure everyone. Hopefully, I am not getting Alzheimer's. That is the last thing I need happening on my long list of self pity.