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July 31 I'm back and b*tching again!Things that annoy the crap out of me :
Watching something I've never seen before and having the person sitting near me ask why a character did that (at the beginning of the show, before you have a clue why anyone does anything). As if I know! Did I write the fucking script???
Anyone talking while I'm trying to watch a TV show or DVD. Hello! Do you not notice I'm sitting here trying to pay attention to what is on the screen?? If I wanted to have a discussion with you, I would not have sat down to watch anything on the television, since I rarely watch it to begin with!
Having things explained to me when I already know the why's and wherefor's. Again, this mostly has to do with television, mainly commercials, but can be anything that anyone with a brain would already understand. Do I seriously look like I'm 5 years old and don't understand something as simple as the fact that the stupid Windex commercial with the birds closing the glass door on the person is a take on the one with the person closing the glass door on the birds?? Hello!!!
Being told how to do something I've been doing perfectly fine for years. Especially by someone who doesn't do it. I know how to water the flowers, even when it's 98 degrees outside! Thank you so much for explaining the obvious! Because, again, I must not possess a working brain!
Being asked: "what are you thinking about?". If you have to ask, then it probably isn't anything you want to know! Or, it could be: hmm, wonder if that's a stain or a squashed bug?
Anyone going into another room and 'mumble-bitching' just loud enough for you to hear the sound, the tone, but not the words. Goddamn! If you've got something to say to me, then say it! If you don't want me to hear it, then keep it to yourself!!
Grown adults who behave like 2 year olds not getting their way or 9 year olds on the school playground. It's one thing if it's all done in play, for fun, but when it's a serious action/reaction?!? Hell no! If you're going to pout and throw a fit, then maybe you should go stick your nose in the corner for a half hour. Or at least do it right and lay down and kick your feet and throw your arms around while you're screaming that nobody loves you!
The expression "Why me?". Well, ass hole, why not you? What the fuck makes you so damn special that bad things aren't supposed to happen to YOU???
When the dishwasher is right beside the sink, either empty or in the process of being filled with dirty dishes, and the dish goes in the sink. What the hell?! Too good to open the friggin' door, pull out the rack and put the dish in the dishwasher?? Jesus H Christ! Need mommy to wipe your ass too???
People who need to be miserable to be happy. You know the type. Bitching about everything! Nothing makes them happy. They just need to bitch and whine about every little thing. Constant complaining. Sometimes nagging on the same subject over and over and over again.
LOL.. really, I'm not one of them. I like being happy by not having anything to bitch about, it's just that bitching is so much fun sometimes that I can't help myself! Besides, really, if I wrote about some of the stuff I'd love to expound upon, I would make y'all sick with the icky sweetness of it all.
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side note: looks like the heat wave has found it's way to my doorstep. 99 degrees right now according to WeatherBug.
I've deleted that stupid weather thing from my blog... damn thing is never accurate! July 27 Wherefor art thou? (or.. you were gone???)So, I went missing for four freaking days and nobody noticed I was gone?!?!? I could have been abducted by space aliens; put away in a looney bin; run off to be with some incredibly sexy man I'm totally in love with; been eaten by lions at the zoo; anything could have happened to me and nobody even noticed I was gone!!!!
Okay, I'm over it. Well, almost anyhow.
The truth is, I took a road trip. Where or why is only important to the persons involved. But here's the fun part of the story... well, the part I'm willing to share right now, anyway. I used msn maps to plot my travel. I was in a bit of a hurry, so I didn't exactly have time to check out my other options. And here's the thing when you use msn maps: you have 2 choices... quickest and shortest. I was in a hurry. I chose 'quickest'. Okay, actually, because I was in a hurry and I'd already done a zillion other things that were pretty damn important to this trip, I didn't even look at which option was checked... I just put in the coordinates and clicked "get directions".
The kicker in all of this is that I pretty much knew which way I should have taken. Except for the minute details associated with the actual location. You know - exit numbers and local directions. Those are important. However, my brain was a in a bit of a jumble and I just wanted to get there before any minds could be changed. So I put in the addresses and printed out directions. Two sets, actually, since I wasn't the only one in need of the how's and where's.
I already mentioned I was in a hurry, right? And I really wanted to get to the destination as soon as I could? Yeah. Msn maps didn't seem to realize that.
Had I not been in a hurry, if I'd felt like taking my time and enjoying some pretty fine scenery, it would have been the absolute perfect way to go. I had freeway driving for the first 70-80 miles and the last 120 or so miles. It was a 293 mile drive. So, let's round those freeway miles to about 195 in total. Which, if you do the math, leaves roughly a hundred miles to be accounted. TWO-LANE COUNTRY ROADS!
That's right, kids... a hundred miles on two lane roads that wound thru the country side of some state I drove across. When I was in a hurry. People and places to see, you know.. and the country side wasn't on the list. I mean, we're talking my future here... and msn maps had me getting to it by way of the country side! Yee fucking Haw.
Have I ever mentioned I like to drive fast? (there's another story there, but I'm not real interested in sharing that with y'all just yet) You can't drive real fast when the road is two lane and the speed limit seems to vary between 55 and 35 every ten miles. And there are cars with campers, big rigs, and slow pokey Sunday drivers in front of you. And too many cars coming at you to pass. And, of course, yet another small town America every 15 miles. Why are they all "historic" anyhow??
Here's a good one for y'all: You know you're in the country when... you have to stop to wait for a train (a very long train) doing all of 25mph and the guy three cars in front of you gets out of his car to go to the car in back of him to chit chat for awhile. And seems almost disappointed that the road clears and the crossing arms go up. Yeah. That was fun. I'm in a hurry and have to waste 15 minutes waiting for a train to pass. Yee fucking Haw.
So, I finally hit freeway again. Yay! I'm so excited I could do the happy dance. But don't have time. I'm in a hurry, dammit. I start to make pretty damn good time. Never actually sped, either. Very much, anyway. At least I didn't get caught. That time. Then I get to the point where I switch freeways. Almost there! Yay! Finally!
Okay then... here's the good thing about msn maps: they are pretty damn accurate! If it says 5.8 miles from A to B, then it's 5.8 miles. I checked my tripometer every time I hit a destination. The only time it was off more than .1 mile was when I took a small detour to get gas, a soda, and use the bathroom.
On the way home again, I went the way I thought I'd go on the trip down. All freeway. I now wish I'd taken the same route home. It was actually less miles but took the same amount of time. Or maybe not. There were a couple stops that I hadn't planned on on the ride home. Well, one. Quite unpleasant. But that's for another time.
Oh... and yeah. I had a really great time. Really great!! Life changing, actually. More on that later. July 21 Danger Will Robinson....OH LORD! oh lord, oh lord!!! The kid has his driving permit now! oy vay!
Surprisingly, the wait at the Secretary of State office was incredibly short. We were in and out within 20 minutes! And there were some 20 people in front of us! Now, that's what I like!
We had an hour to shoot before his doctor appointment, so I let him drive around. Thought I'd be brave - I let him go on the freeway.
Okay, before I write anymore, I think it's only fair to him to say that perhaps I wasn't the person to take him out. I'm rather partial to keeping my car in one piece and scratch free. I don't really like anyone else driving it ( I do make the occassional exception).
So.. I let him get on the freeway. He has a major 'drifting' problem. And not so great about keeping his speed steady. And me sitting there pointing this out to him probably wasn't helping at all.
After a couple miles I have him take an exit and we head back toward the house. Unbeknownst to me, there's some major construction going on on the road we were on. It involved the need to drive between construction barrells on each side. Did I mention he has a 'drifting' problem?? Oh, yeah.. well... ya see... we got through half the way without too much problem, but then there was a slight curve, barely noticable.. and he didn't make the turn quite the way he should have. Oh hell! He hit the damn barrell! Sideswiped it. Just enough for me to ... not be as calm as I most likely should have been. No damage. He gets to live.
We make it home. Twenty minutes later we need to go out again. Doctor appointment. He drives. All goes pretty well. I don't yell or panic or bitch or anything. Until we're leaving the parking lot of the pharmacy. And his 'drifting' problem causes us to go up over the curb at the driveway exit. Okay, and even then I didn't bitch. Too much.
It's a good thing I color my hair. If I wasn't already in the habit, it would be one I'd need to start. I'd be totally gray by Sunday. Now I only pray it doesn't fall out.
And I had planned on quitting smoking this week, too. Don't know if that's gonna happen now.
Guess I could take up drinking. July 19 when I grow upIt is my dream to one day be a grandma. I would prefer my son wait a few years to give me the first grandbaby, but I wait patiently. However, my worry is that because I'll be the paternal grandparent I won't get to see this kid as often as the maternal grandparent(s). You know.. mom's always tend to take the baby to their mom. Dammit. So not fair.
I'm not worried that maybe we won't be living near each other when he becomes a dad, 'cause he's already promised me he'll live near me. He's not really a "mama's boy" but we're pretty tight. From the time he was a baby, we've picked up on each other's moods and always known when something is bothering the other one, even if all appears okay on the outside. So I don't worry that some bitch will come along and try to manipulate him into living far far away from me. Still, there's always that off chance that maybe her parents will live near where I'm living and she'll take the baby(ies) there.
Personally, my kids spent time only with my parents. Not that I would have kept them from their paternal grandparents, they just never acknowledged them so that made it a little difficult to ship them off for a visit. Never got any of those every other weekend breaks, either... but, that's neither here nor there. Actually, my parents and my kids are very close, even with the 1300 miles between them.
And it really sucks when kids don't get to spend time with their grandparents. The grandparents miss out on getting to spoil them and the grandkids miss out on learning their heritage. And dammit, family is important! How can you grow up to be a productive member of society if one of your grandparents hasn't sufficiently embarassed you in front of family and friends??? How can you deny your children that right of passsage?? It's just... not right. It breaks the laws of nature.
Okay, not every family is Norman Rockwell perfect. But so what? I think there comes a time when even if you don't like your parents, that's your problem and doesn't give you the right to keep your kids from them. Well, unless they're actual scum (drug addicts, alcoholics, abusive, you know.. toxic individuals). But if they're just messed up, even if only in your mind, let the kids know them. What the hell... a crazy grandma or grandpa provides great stories to tell and retell as the years go by.
So... did I make my point?
I miss my grandparents. July 18 can I change? Hey Wiggy... this is my WeeMee. Thanks for sharing yours so I had the chance to do this myself. How fun was that??? I'd like to make about a dozen of them, lol.
okay, I'm thinking of using this as my profile pic... but so as not to piss anyone off.... DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY OBJECTIONS IF I CHANGE MY PICTURE ??????
If any of you want to make one up, check out the addy on Bill's space. You might have to scroll down a bit to get to it (he's pretty good about putting up a new post every day).. but be sure to read everything on the way down. You won't regret it. Bill has a totally wacked-out sense of humor that hits the spot. But don't bother going there if you have a thing against laughing. July 16 drum roll please..................AND THE "WINNER" IS................
 In case you didn't know it, Caroldee has 3 spaces here in our community. She has the regular one, found above, where she writes about every day things going on and in her life. Then she has the special space where every week she posts spaces she has found in her wanderings that she believes are worthy of everyone taking a look at - "Space Walks", which I think is so good that I gave it it's own little module. At the present you can get to it right from my space by clicking the link presently found in the upper left hand corner. Her newest creation I also have a link to, found in the lower left hand corner "How Do I Do That". This is where she explains to all of us how to add things to our pages, using simple to use directions.
Thank you, Carol, for all the things you do.
At number 9999 is my friend, Rita, and at 10001 is one of my newest friends, Angie aka Irish
Graham and Bryan came real close... but no cigar, lol
Many thank-you's to everyone who has stopped in, who helped me reach this big deal milestone (hey, it really does not take alot to make me happy and excited). Again, I want to express how glad I am for the opportunity to get to know so many of you.
Now, what should be the next big deal??? I don't want to wait until 20 grand.. that's too long to wait for a party, lol
hugs and love
me July 15 almost there....17 hits away from the big 10 GRAND!!!!
and it's only taken a little over a year!!!!!
not that you'll get any great prize or anything, maybe a special write-up or something (and no guarantees this time about being nice, lol).... but who will it be???? will it be YOU???? or.. maybe YOU???? oh hell, probably somebody who I don't know and has no idea who I am, just stopped in randomly. Oh well.... in that case, then just for fun it will be the person I know who is closest to being the big cheese!
woo hoo! is this exciting or what????
shut up. just shut up.
update: it's 2:30am here in the mitten state and my number is 9996... so only 4 more hits to go!!! who's gonna be the "lucky star"???? could be YOU!!! .... or somebody else, ya never know.
Donner Pass, the Blizzard, and MeI only drove truck cross country for about a year. Then, because I found myself mysteriously pregnant, I chose to not to do it anymore. So it isn't like I have years of experience to pull stories from. It was suggested, though, that perhaps this story is one that y'all might get a kick out of.
At this time, I was driving a Peterbilt. It wasn't one of the big ultra fancy ones, even for that time, but it was big. It had an eight foot hood out front and a double walk-in in the back (which means it had a double sleeper and you could actually walk around back there... like a big walk in closet). Dark blue. She was pretty. The trailer we pulled was almost as pretty.
This is the rig I drove when I was doing runs mostly from Montreal, Quebec, to Oakland, California in three days. Most times we took the southern route, going down to Texas, across New Mexico and Arizona then up California. One time we (actually HE, my boyfriend at the time, later referred to as Sperm Donor #2) decided to 'go across the top'. If memory serves me right, it was late March.
Out of all my travels (and I put alot of miles on myself during that year I drove, some alone, some with a partner), this was the only time I was ever truly scared. White knuckle, piss my pants, say my prayers ,meet my maker scared. We were going to cross Donner Pass.
Y'all remember the stories of the Pass, right? Where the settlers ate their dead? Yeah.. that place. In the winter. During a blizzard. Driving a big rig.
We didn't make it.
At the bottom of the mountain we're hearing stories on the CB about the snow falling. Naturally there was no snow there, at the bottom. SD2 blows it off... he's been driving for decades, has experience in all kinds of nasty weather. I trust him. If he says "aw, we can make it, we're fully loaded", then I believe him. He's driving. And since he's already gotten us thru a couple nasty snowstorms in Canada and upper New York, I'm not real concerned. Yet.
Going up the mountain, the weather is getting nastier. Snow is falliing and swirling and you can barely see in front of you. Cars are off to the sides. Voices on the CB are warning about the weather getting bad further up the mountain. I'm starting to get... concerned. Not worried. Not yet. Just concerned.
Half way up the cops are out, directing everyone off the mountain. There's a couple truck stops, some little shops... not quite a city, but more like a 'half way point' gathering area. The word is: if you want to get back on the highway going up, you better have chains on. But you'd be smarter just to get off the mountain here, bunk down for the night and try again in the morning after the road crews have been out. I was all for it. By then my body was stiff and sore from being all tensed up.
For the last half hour or forty five minutes I'd been sitting in the jump seat repeating this mantra in my head: I'mokay I'mokay I'mokay I trust his driving I'mokay I'mokay I'mokay I'mokay I trust his driving. You know, I think I may have even grabbed the dashboard once or twice. I was definitely buckled up. My hands were gripping the arm rests on the seat (like when you're at the dentist getting a filling) so tight my finger imprints are probably still there. Yeah, you could probably find my DNA in the fibers of that seat.
So... we pull off the highway. Into a truck stop or shopping outlet parking lot, I really don't remember. We were off the highway and the truck was stopped and I was sure we were in for the night. I felt total and complete relief. We were alive and I heard him telling me that if you needed to put chains on a fully loaded big rig to get up a mountain then you don't need to be out there. Whew. We made it.
Then.... Then he gets on the horn with some voice who's telling any and all who will listen that there's another way to get around the pass. NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! I don't want to go back out there!!!!!!!!! So another mantra plays in my head: pleaseno pleaseno pleaseno pleaseno.
He turned off the brakes, put the truck in gear, we left.
This time we're going down the mountain. Ever gone down a mountain and wondered what those 'drive ways' are that go UP the mountain off to the side? They're called "run offs"... and they're there for vehicles, usually big rigs, that lose control while going down the mountain. When you're in a big rig and you see those... it isn't a reassuring feeling. Because if those are in place, you can bet your ass there's a reason. Yeah, well... I knew they were there, but it was snowing and blowing so bad you couldn't see them.
Really... I did trust his driving. That wasn't the issue. I didn't trust the weather or the other drivers. That was the problem. So I sat there, trying to not just be the 'good girlfriend' who sits out front and keeps her man company in the bad weather, but I was also the co-driver of the rig and it was just as much my responsibility as his to keep the truck and load safe. Okay.. the truth is I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep and I've always had this thing that if I'm going to die in an accident I don't want it to be a total shock as to how it happened. However.....
About twenty minutes into the ride going down the mountain, he looks over at me and kind of laughs. "Hey, Kim? Why don't you get in the back and close the curtain? You're kind of making me nervous sitting here like that." Didn't have to tell me twice. I was just waiting to be asked to leave.
There are no windows in the sleeper of a big rig. Or at least there weren't then. Not in that truck. Just these little vent things. So I'm curled up on the bed back there, my back to the wall, and I'm sitting there listening to the wind and the snow hitting the sides of the truck. I can't see anything, so every little movement feels exagerated. I had the lights on, so it wasn't like I was sitting there in the dark (which would have been 100 times worse), but ... it was still like being on some funky amusement park ride that only the 'brave' people get on... and I felt like I'd been put on it against my will, lol.
Maybe a half hour after I'd been 'banished to the back', he told me it was safe to come out front again. So I timidly stepped back out and took my place. We were still in the mountains, but the blizzard was gone.
I was just so grateful to be alive and unharmed that the road we were on now didn't scare me as much as it might have otherwise. Ya see, on one side of me was the mountain face and on the other was this really deep valley (that began maybe 2" from the side of the road) with a river at the bottom. First the mountain was on my right, the river on my left.... then we went around a curve and goddamn! the mountain is on my left and the river on my right. And it kept doing that for several miles. Or so it seemed.
Anyhow, that was my adventure.
I lived. July 14 A shrew by any other name would be meIt feels like it's been forever since I've actually written anything. And since I know how frustrating it is to go to someone's blog and want to read something new only to find that they haven't posted anything in days (it's summer, we're all taking advantage of being able to be outdoors), I decided to .... what the hell did I decide to do??? OH! Write something. Dah.
Marriage vs. living together. Done 'em both. With the same person. Which leads me to believe that if you live with someone... DO NOT MARRY THEM! If your plans are to eventually get married, then live separately until after the vows have been exchanged. I don't know very many couples (if any) who have successfully made the transition between 'just living together' to 'Mr and Mrs' without the relationship totally falling apart.
Marriage changes people. I don't know what it is. Is it the security thing? Do you just start to take the other person's presence for granted? Do you lose your sense of self because now you're part of "Mr and Mrs", an entity of it's own? I just don't know.
Whatever it is, I know that as soon as I exchanged the vows, I felt different. All psychological, but there just the same. Nothing else changed. Same house, same life, same people. Same everything. And yet it was different.
Admittedly, at first I relished the feeling. Even now, I don't think it's being married so much that I abhore as it is the person I've become, the person I chose to marry. I actually have nothing against marriage. I just don't know if I'd ever choose it for myself again.
I referred a moment ago to the person I've become. Actually, it's only the person I've become around Mr Wonderful that I abhore. I find myself being a very shrewish bitch around him.
I'm a talker. Dah, like you didn't figure that out or anything. But when I'm around him, I'm usually very quiet. I say very little. I keep my opinions and comments to myself. I rarely laugh.
I can hear the same joke from him and any other person in the world... when the words come out of his mouth they are not funny or amusing. Yet from someone else the joke is hillarious. That's just how... numb?... I've gotten with him.
I don't like the attitude I get.
It will change. Give me... oh, a couple months maybe, and this will be over. Plans are in the works. But if I tell you what they are I'd have to kill you. And my shoulder is still a little sore from my fall last week so I don't really feel like digging holes or dragging bodies.
July 11 Go Cindy!!!!Woo Hoo! Cindy has been nominated for "best of msn spaces". Let's all lend our support and show her our love by voting for #4 right here (yes, Bry, another one of my "big shot" moves, and no, you will not live that down...unless you pay your debts, then we'll open it for discussion). Cindy shares not only great stories and pictures, but she has some really yummy recipes too.
we're off to see the wizardFour United States Presidents get caught up in a tornado … and off they whirled to the land of OZ.  They finally made it to the Emerald City and went to find the Great Wizard.  ”What brings the 4 of you before the great Wizard of Oz?”  Jimmy Carter stepped forward timidly and said: “I’ve come for some courage.”  ”No Problem! said the Wizard. Who’s next?” Richard Nixon stepped forward, ”Well, I think I need a heart.”  “Done! says the Wizard. Who comes next before the Great and Powerful Oz?”  Up stepped Bush and said, ”I’m told by the American people that I need a brain.” ”No problem! said the Wizard. Consider it done.” Then there is a great silence in the hall. Bill Clinton is just standing there, looking around, But he doesn't say a word. Irritated, the Wizard finally asks, ”Well, what do you want?”  ”IS DOROTHY HERE?” Funnies Part Duh A middle-aged woman had a heart attack and was takento the hospital.
While on the operating table she had a near-death experience. Seeing God she asked, "Is my time up?" God said, "No, you have another 43 years, 2 months and 8 days to live." Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a facelift, liposuction, and a tummy tuck. She even had someone come in and change her hair color. Since she had so much more time to live, she figured she might as well make the most of it. After her last operation, she was released from the hospital. While crossing the street on her way home, she was killed by an ambulance. Arriving in front of God, she demanded, "I thought you said I had another 40 years? Why didn't you pull me out of the path of the ambulance?" God replied, "I didn't recognize you." A father watched his daughter playing in the garden. He smiled as he "Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?" she asked. "So,the other one is Mommy Long legs? " the little girl asked. "No," her July 10 Groaner, but funnyMozart Beyond the Grave When Mozart passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Mozart was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it.The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate. When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Mozart's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards." He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening; "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth.." Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Mozart decomposing." July 08 Oops.. boo booI got ambitious. Decided to cut the grass then do the trimming and edging. Okay, it was more out of need than actual ambition. Grass grows when it gets the right amount of sunlight and water. Hmm, go figure. So it needed cutting. The kid is gone all the time, and I don't like the way it looks when he cuts it anyway (yes! I am a bit anal about how the lawn looks). The troll has decided he's just too damn good to do anything (let's see how much he wishes he had done more when he's living on the streets). And Mr Wonderful has been working doubles all week so the few hours he's actually in the house he's sleeping (and no fights this week! okay, it's because he's been gone...good). And the truth is, I actually enjoy cutting the lawn and doing the trim and edge work.
Yesterday afternoon I finished the front yard. Took the little plastic picket fence thing down and replaced it with landscaping board thingys so you can see my flowers. That went well. Much later in the evening I took on the backyard. Until I lost sunlight. And ran out of gas. So I waited until late morning today to finish. That went well. In fact, all went well until...
I don't know if I broke the trimmer before or during my fall. But I now need to find a replacement part for it before I can use it again. The little bottom part that holds the string in place.. well.. the little prong things are busted off. I'm thinking it happened just before I fell, but it's a little blurry.
Oh.... yeah... I had a slight accident. No big deal. Nothing broken. But boy do I have a nice little headache going on and my knee is a bit sore. I was just doing my thing, edging along the driveway and the damn basketball net tripped me up. Well, not the net.. the stand. Caught myself the first time I backed into it, then while trying to disentangle myself and the trimmer from the grip of the evil thing, I felt myself falling in extra slow motion. It was one of those times where before you even realize you've landed you know you've been banged up. As I'm yelling "FUUUCCKK!" I already know I've scraped my knee in a couple places and there's a nice little knick on the side of my head at the end of my eyebrow, and my wrist and arm and thigh are gonna be sore. So as I'm laying there on the driveway in front of the garage I'm thinking to myself: it's a good goddamn thing I'm not seriously hurt, I'd be laying here for hours. Troll was the only one home and he had himself locked up in his room upstairs (temporary lodgings, soon to become an empty room when he no longer resides in this house) so I knew that until he got hungry (which is about every hour) he wouldn't know I was gone missing.
okay, on to something else. I watched the movie "Stay" today. I need to watch it at least one more time. At least. I know it has to do with the link between past, present, and future and parallell universes and the 'perception' of reality. The movie is loaded with clues to let you know what's going on, it's just trying to figure out exactly what the clues mean. If you've seen it, please e mail me with your take on it. We'll compare notes. I think this is one of those movies I'm going to have to buy. Unless you like all your movies to be cut and dried, leaving nothing to your imagination, watch this movie!
7-9-06 -just watched it again. This time I watched the trailer first... and the movie made more sense. www.staythemovie.com if you're interested in what it is. Trust me on this, once you see the end, if you've been paying attention to the clues, it all makes a blurry kind of sense. It's a thinker. But definitely not for anyone who doesn't like to keep their mind open to new ways of seeing things.
July 07 Road Rants and Driving ClassI will be glad when my taxi-ing days are over. Soon. Well, I'll still have to be in the car and I'll bet I'll be wishing I was driving... but that's beside the point, dammit! Okay, y'know... it isn't even the taxi-ing I mind so much.. it's the frigging corner up at Gratiot.
Grrrrrr!!! There must be some construction going on near the freeway or just past it or something.... it's causing delays way way back. Including where I have to make a right turn to make a left turn (damn Michigan Left's!) to take my kid to his driving class.
This morning... we're almost late because I have to wait thru 3 red lights to get thru. An hour later, going to pick him up, I'm just a few minutes late. Even getting across the damn road takes forever. This evening was the worst! I sat thru 6 red lights IN THE SAME FRIGGING SPOT!!!! before the drivers in the cars in front of me grew some balls and actually pulled out. You bet when I finally got up to the corner I had a "fuck y'all" attitude.. I pulled out in the middle of the damn road and then swung around 'parked' cars (they weren't moving and had been there too long to be stopped, so they must be parked, right?).
Why, oh why, are drivers so ignorant??? If you can't get thru the intersection before the damn light switches from green to red THEN DON'T MOVE!!! It's going to turn green again... really! I hate hate hate when ingnoramus's stop in the middle of the intersection so the traffic to their left and right can't cross. Come on people....think!!!
Then, my next question is: why do the stupid construction crews wait until freaking Friday to start a major road renovation??? Where are the damn engineers? Why haven't they found a way to redirect the traffic so it flows with minimal delays before they go ahead and shut down two of three lanes on a major thoroughfare? What the fuck is wrong with these people's heads? Brain on vacation??
Just.... grrrrr!!!!
Okay.... deep breath, in... out.... in.. out... better. Not great, but better.
So, the good news in it all is that I survived the ride along with my kid yesterday. This was news to me, that moms and/or dads can go along when the kid is driving. It was also a little bit of a surprise when the kid said : "Mom, will you go along so I won't be so nervous?"
He had another drive this morning. I didn't go. He says he did lots better, that I would have been proud of his corners and the way he drove. Hell, I think he did pretty good yesterday, considering the fiasco fun-time his very first driving experience had been,lol.
He says his next drive is going to be parking. I was talking to a friend when the kid told me this. Me and my friend made jokes about "parking"... the kid didn't get it. What the hell..?? Kids don't go 'parking' anymore??? I mean, I guess it has it's good points (except for the fact it's probably been replaced because so many homes have 2 working parents that the kids just use their own rooms now instead of the family car). But... really??? No steamed up windows on some back road or empty parking lot? No more 'lovers lane' (not talking about the store, ppl!)?? I'm getting old, I s'pose.
Oh.. but sticking with the drive times. The kid has informed me he wants me with him when he does his last drive.. on the freeway. I think my life insurance is paid up, so it might be okay.
And, of course, with a kid taking driving class I get to hear about everything I'm "doing wrong". Like I needed anyone to tell me, lol. Have I not already admitted to being a bad driver???
and I just found this: the deadliest days to drive... thought it was appropriate for this entry, lol
The Deadliest Days and Times to Drive Which days are the deadliest days to drive? Fortunately, we just passed the two worst days July 3rd and July 4th. The next dangerous day coming up is August 3rd. The data was provided in an AOL article that used charts from a National Highway Traffic Safety Administration study called "Traffic Safety Facts 2004." Deadliest Days to Drive
on a side note.. the actual most deadliest day to be on the road could very well be any day I'm on the road... ya just never know... I might be completely pissed off and ready to take it out on the first asshole who crosses in front of me! nah.... I"m all bark, not bite July 06 Light ReadingFound a good article about e-mailing. It can be accessed here. It's more than just the usual stuff we all know. I learned a couple things, you just might too.
Another really good article about baby boomers and generation x.... found out all of us born between '58 and '68 actually belong to a generation known as 'baby busters'. So, I guess I know someone who really isn't an old gen x-er, he's really a 'middle buster', lol.. too funny. The article is long, but a good read. Find it here.
And this is just too good to not copy and paste here. I love this!
Dear Prudie, —Wondering Dear Wondering, —Prudie
In closing for today/tonight, whichever it might be.... one of my favorite sayings: It is better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're an idiot than to open it and prove them correct. Read here to get an example or forty of what I mean. And this man is our 'leader'?? somebody is having a special day! HAPPY
BIRTHDAY
TO
YOU
CAROLDEE
!!!!!!
July 7th, 1977 - right??? lol, aren't we all?
may you have a joyous and celebratory day with all your wishes being granted
     This one took on a life of it's own...My kid started drivers ed tonight. He was nervous about going, but I told him there was nothing to be nervous about. Yet. Well, it's time for the rest of us in the metro Detroit area to be nervous though....he starts driving tomorrow. At noon. You are now forewarned.
When I was single, I used to occassionally date men I met on the internet. It's actually how I met my husband. With the exception of him, I never let any man come to my house, I never met them at theirs. It was always a public place. Not that any of that is important... the point I'm going to is that it never ceases to amaze me how people who have never met anyone in person they've met online are quick to assume that everyone on the 'net is a pervert or scam artist or worse. Despite the fact it is somewhat easier to be someone else online than in person, it still remains that even if you met in person first it doesn't necessarily mean that the they are who they say.
Personally, because of the annonymity the 'net provides, I've always found it easier to be more open and honest here than in person. Granted, not everyone else is the same way.
Oh! Oh! Yeah! Way back in the day, when I first went online, I met this guy we'll call Fred (just because I really can't remember his real name right now). Me and Fred seemed to hit it off. We even talked on the phone a few times. He lived in Florida but was driving up to Kentucky for a job interview. We agreed to meet. Way back then gas was cheap and a road trip sounded like fun. Whoa Nelly!! Turns out the picture he sent me was at least 10 years old. Not that that was the lowlight of the whole adventure, looks aren't everything (but they sure are a bonus!), but this 'chemistry' we were sure we had (after a whole entire month at most of chatting on ICQ maybe every other day, a couple phone calls).....well, it sure wasn't there in person. This guy had no personality when he wasn't hiding behind his computer. Oh, and it turned out he forgot to mention he was married. Oy vay!
And what lesson did I learn from that? Well, let me tell ya.... I learned nothing, lol. Weren't you paying attention earlier when I mentioned I met my husband online??? Ahhh.. but I have learned from that. Don't move in with someone you've only known 3 weeks. And don't marry anyone if there are warning flags going off... there's a reason they're going off. Take the time to get to know someone first... to really know them. That way you can be sure that any chemistry you might be feeling will actually be there when you meet in person. And be honest. Don't say you like something if you really don't. Don't send old pictures... or pictures of someone else, lol.
Oh! Another something to keep in mind... unless you're actually putting yourself out there like meat in a meat market ready to take home, don't put up sleazy pictures of yourself in a profile. Or, if you do put up that kind of picture, don't sit around and wonder why anyone is expecting certain things of you. Dah. Nobody likes or respects a tease.... for long, anyway.
Hmmm, let's see... while I'm still sitting on my little throne... what other 'sage' advice can I toss out??? Well... hmm.... oh! smell milk before you pour it. clumps are no fun in cereal. and they taste bad. Oh, yeah.. internet stuff, sorry...stay on track, ditz! Chat rooms... really.. might as well put yourself in the center of a singles bar on a chair on a table naked. Dating sites, personals...... all the men are romantics at heart who like long walks on the beach and candlelit dinners for two (gag me, gag me now!) and the women are all looking for their soul mate (puke bucket please!). Oh, and they all look like Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston (nobody looks like Angelina Jolie, okay?? except Angelina).
Okay, I guess in closing this out for the night... where was I going with it, anyway? Hell, I don't know!!! See? This shit just pours out and splatters everywhere. Okay!! Okay! I think I found it!
The thing is... if you're lucky enough to find love, it doesn't matter where you find it. Just um... let me know .. so I can look too.
July 04 Happy Blogiversary Me !!!!Only seven people were brave enough to leave a comment in the last couple days.. so, since I keep my word most of the time they get to feel the love. Not that I have anything against the rest of you, but I did promise, and a promise is a promise. I keep those.
So, with no sarcasm (and you know that's going to be difficult for me), here it goes.
Jaime ....wow. I've only recently started getting to know her. She left a comment recently that I remind her of her. I'm not so sure that's a good thing, lol. I took it to mean we're gonna get along pretty good, though. My wish is for wonderful things to take place in her life right away. She's a couple years younger than me and looking at becoming a parent... for that she gets kudos from me. I don't think I could raise another child at this stage in my life. I like reading about the whole process she and her husband are going thru with this, and at times I think I just might be almost as excited as they are! She'll draw you in, taking you on this journey with her. And that's a good thing.
Kat is a trip. A good one. She's funny and insightful and knows where to find some good information that she shares with us. I get a kick out of reading her entries. LOL.. I think she likes to fancy herself as one tough cookie, like I'd like to see myself (and don't get me wrong here... we can be real tough when needed), but we both fall one crumb short of being that mean old bitch who sits on the porch yelling at the neighbor kids. Kat and I haven't reached that point yet where we've really gotten to know each other, but I think it's just a matter of time. Wait til next year..
Katrina is someone I really don't know very well at all. I've read her blog and she has nice postings. She seems to care about people - many people.
Cindy is... Cindy, lol. And that's a good thing. Really. You should really take a look at the photos she takes. She has this cabin that is alot like the cabin in my fantasy (the one in the mountains of South Carolina that really doesn't exist except in my head?) and to be truthful, if I was the envious type, I'd envy her that. She has a dog that is as goofy as my own. Someday I'd like to go garage sale shopping with her, she finds some pretty cool stuff. From what I've gotten to know, I think she's like me if I was a little nicer, lol.
This brings me to the final three. Of the seven who were brave enough to comment, these are the three I've gotten to know the best. In no special order, here's what makes them special to me:
Susan ... I have to use a word that makes some people cringe, but whenever I think of her it's the word that comes to mind. Sweet. Truthfully, she is the sweetest person I've ever met. She truly cares about other people. This is amazing because this woman has been thru stuff that might knock other people not only on their asses, but on their asses into another galaxy. She has spunk. And integrity. And a great sense of humor. She also has a bit of a bitchy side that offsets the sweetness just enough to make her really loveable. I am truly honored that she calls me 'friend'.
Bryan... one day back in January I found a comment he left somewhere else and it intrigued me, so I had to see what this guy was like. I haven't regretted it. This man is intelligent, and funny,witty, and sometimes even charming. I love the way he writes. He amuses and entertains me, makes me look at things in different ways. He not only makes me laugh, he makes me smile. He's also a smartass. He's going thru a rough spot right now, but I have faith he'll be just fine when all is said and done. Bryan is definitely someone worth knowing.
And then there's Rita. Rita was the first person I met here. One year ago today. Hers was the first blog I read and she was the first spaces person to comment on mine. I feel like I've gotten to know her pretty good in the last year, just thru what she's written and the comments she's left for me. What a great lady! She just went thru a pretty rough time, too, and is still adjusting to moving back to New York, being away from the grandkids she helped raise, but I think she's gonna be just fine, too. I love the stories she tells about growing up... those are the best! When she writes it's like you are there.. no matter what she's writing about. I don't feel like she's a friend - she's more like family. She's like a cousin I never knew growing up but we've been getting to know each other as adults. And for that I'm glad.
Again, I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you. Those who are mentioned here as well as those who didn't get the chance to play along.
Judy - thanks for being my friend, couldn't ask for a better one.
Patty - you're like an aunt I didn't know I had
Lottiemae - you are my inspiration
Caroldee - I have so much fun chatting with you! You are one special lady, too
Trish - I miss your writing, you have a gift. Love you! Mean it!
Graham - even when I don't understand what you're writing, I love what you say. You are a treasure.
Bill - you are a trip and a half. Your sense of humor is right on!
Wendy - I can relate to alot of what you go thru... it does get better
Irish - someday I'm going to know what your name is, lol.. in the mean time, love reading your stuff
LaFawn - my favorite cop. I miss you, girl.. waiting for your life to settle down a bit, then I'll be back leaving the usual smartass comments.. and expecting some of your own in return, lol.
May you all have a safe and fun holiday (Graham....I'm gonna make you a temporary US Citizen just so you can enjoy our holiday, too... no hard feelings about that nasty war a few hundred years ago, okay?). BTW.. it's 86 here right now and I sure am glad the air is fixed in the house!
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Okay... as president of the OGX groupies (oldestgenxer), it is my duty to plead with y'all to go see his space... no, you can't be a groupy, there are no more openings, but feel free to become a fan. Please become a fan! I guess it's also my duty to inform y'all that he's a hardass and .. lemme read that comment again....a prick, offensive, and cutting edge.
There... reputation intact, Bryan. Are ya happy now? Ya owe me ten bucks.
geesh.. try to be nice to some people and all ya get is grief, lol
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July 03 Blogiversary Eve Tomorrow will be a year since I started writing here. I don't know why I decided to write. On a blog. For strangers and strange people to read. And there have been some strange people. Even recently. Whatever the reason(s) I chose to become a member of msn spaces, I'm glad I did. I'm glad this is the place I chose to share my thoughts and ideas and what have you's. Most of you who will read this I think of as friends. And whether you realize it or not you've had an impact on my life. For that, I thank you. Some of you I"ve gotten to know separate from what we write here and share with the public at large. You are special. You know who you are - we chat, we e mail, we share parts of our lives that not everyone else knows. A couple of you are a little more special than everyone else. One of you is incredibly special. Hell, I've even found long lost family members, lol. . . a sister and a couple aunts - we just don't happen to share any of the same blood lines. The thing is, I wasn't really looking to make friends when I started this. Casual acquaintances,yes. That was to be expected. This was just going to be a place to sound off, get the crap out of my head so there would be room for more crap. Or maybe just get something written because if I can read it I can comprehend it more, see if there's a solution I missed while it was just floating around inside the gray matter. Other times I've found something amusing and decided it needed to be shared. After the first couple weeks, when I realized that hey! people leave comments, somebody is actually reading this stuff! I had to decide what I wanted this place to be. Did I want to continue writing whatever came to mind; did I want to share my personal life?; what to write and how to write it? Yeah, as you can tell, I decided to go with the flow, writing about whatever was in my head at the time. Personal? Sometimes. Have I shared everything? Hardly. Yet there's very little mystery to me. . . I am exactly who I seem to be. Most of the time I write as if I was sitting down actually talking with you. The only thing is you can't hear the tone of my voice, the little nuances that can make what appears to be sarcastic into something sincere. . . and vice versa, of course. But that's why there's a lot of 'gonna' 'wanna' 'shoulda' instead of "proper grammar" (and I know you can't tell, but I really am a stickler for proper grammar and spelling). It's also why there's a lot of swearing and cussing. That's me. Potty mouth. Over the course of the past twelve months, the appearance of this space has changed frequently. Not just the look itself, but I've added things I thought would be of interest or entertaining; I've deleted things that I didn't like; I've moved things around. Hence the tagline: ever changing. . . ever the same. My hope is that I've been able to bring a little something into your lives as well. That maybe you stopped in and got a good laugh just when you needed it. Or that you read something here that opened your eyes to a new way of seeing a situation. Or maybe I serve as cheap entertainment and you're actually sitting there reading what I write thinking: she is seriously fucked up! guess my life isn't so bad afterall! Thank you all for stopping in, leaving comments, being my friend. I love you all. Now, let's see where the road takes us in the coming 12 months! Hugs and Love Kim |
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