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Could it really get worse???
21:41 Dec 28 2008
Times Read: 663




Christmas Day - husband turned back at the Canadian border. Told he needs a Temporary Residence permit now (wasn't told this in July!!) from the Canadian consulate in Detroit. Wait time?? About 6 months!



Washing machine is completely seized up. EI hasn't started up yet. CTB is still screwed up. Supposed to be leaving for Africa in 2 weeks!



And today?? I get told by the kid behind our house that my dogs are back in his yard. How?? Because the freaking wind storm blew 3 sections of the fence into my POOL.



Now let's play the whole little fix it game:



Need the sofabed moved from the living room to the family room. Can't do that until there is someone strong enough to move it. But before that? The new carpet has to be taken off the basement stairs. Before that?? All the family room furniture moved and the old carpet removed.



Same with a new washing machine. Can't take the old one out or the new one in until the carpet is off the stairs. Can't get it off the stairs until...



This is like that old song: There's A Hole in the Bucket, Dear Liza, Dear Liza



And what does everthing hinge on?? Tom coming home. Tom to help move stuff. Tom to watch the kids. Tom...who can't cross the border because of fucking traffic tickets. TRAFFIC TICKETS. Not TRAFFICKING....



Apparently...too many of the freaking things means you're a habitual criminal and need to either have a Temporary Residence permit to get in...or a 5 yr from the date your license is reinstated to show you aren't a traffic criminal anymore. So 6 months? 5 yrs?? Umm..hello!! Plane leaves on January 12th at 1 pm.



I told him to call there at noon to speak to a supervisor. Haven't heard back yet. But it's only 4:38 pm. I'm sure I won't hear he got through until....I don't know....January 22 or so after the flight has been missed and my parents come here to kill him.

PRIVATE ENTRY
18:12 Dec 23 2008
Times Read: 673


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How You Know when it's time to kick them out:
22:54 Dec 22 2008
Times Read: 679

1. They past their 21st birthday.

2. They are not in school but do work full time (and not at McDonald's)

3. They own a car more expensive than your own with the latest cell phone, digital camera, etc.

4. You leave for the weekend and they don't let the dogs out, don't mention the 50 gallon fish tank has lost 25 gallons of water and your huge Oscars and Severums are gasping for air at the surface.

5. The snow hits Friday and since they're driving a huge 4 wheel drive SUV, don't shovel the driveway, sidewalk, or stairs to the porch.

6. They put, literally, clothes all over the laundry room floor that are hitting you mid-calf and explain it by saying they BROKE your washing machine (3 x now in fact)

7. The garbage does not make it to the road on Sunday night and it's Christmas (with boxes and turkey carcasses and wrapping paper that will cause everything to overflow since the bins are already full!)

8. Their clothes are strewn throughout the house: bathroom, living room, dining room.

9. They forget to shut the inside garbage into an area where they dogs won't get to it..so you get to pick that up as you enter the house, along with the dog shit.



This, of course, is after your car has been stuck in snow drifts twice, having to carry $200 worth of groceries through said drifts and covered porch from 2 doors down..since the plows plowed the snow on your side of the street.



Pizza boxes and dirty dishes are lying around. Not because she won't wash dishes...oh no...there's a dishwasher. As for the clothing lying around? Not like she had to TAKE it downstairs..there IS a laundry chute.



All this and the bitch is DEMANDING that I make a gourmet Christmas dinner for HER. So, today..before I knew what my house looked like and the damage incurred....besides the turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, baby glazed carrots, corn, dinner rolls we would have for our NORMAL dinner: I also picked up a prime rib steak, fresh mushrooms, am making a creamed shrimp chowder, a bleu cheese ball with garlic crackers and instead of pumpkin pie? A chocolate truffle cheesecake.



Time to go.......



Oh...did I mention that she pays not one dime for room or board.



And..she insists I buy her "feminine products" since it wasn't her fault she was born a girl????

Hot N Cold
21:32 Dec 10 2008
Times Read: 700




Singing at the top of my lungs:



You're hot then you're cold

You're yes then you're no

You're in then you're out

You're up then you're down

You're wrong when it's right

It's black or it's white

We fight, we break up

We kiss, we make up

PRIVATE ENTRY
15:31 Dec 10 2008
Times Read: 708


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Honestly! (a rant...no need to read!)
02:06 Dec 08 2008
Times Read: 728




We need to cull the stupid from our midst. It's really that simple, people!



I am watching this VR soap opera that COULD have been really entertaining...could being the operative word. Is it possible that a full grown (and I mean that FULLY) who has lived on the planet for half a century has never heard the expression about throwing stones when you live in a glass house??



I mean seriously: watching two people spar can be interesting, entertaining and even a learning experience. But when it's all one-sided?? I can NOT sit and be sweet and quiet while a pack of hyenas tears apart the dead carcass of a friend.



Amazingly enough, while spewing about how my friend will not let something drop but then posting juvenile poetry about him??? I am truly amazed. I'd heard about VR drama. I believed it was possible but assumed it would come from the younger members.



In high school, everyone assumes that the popular kids are the mean kids (a la Lohan's Mean Girls). But usually it's everyone else. Everyone talks about the popular kids behind their backs yet shows an almost fawning need to be friends with them to their faces. It boiled down to this: you either got to date the popular kid....or HATED him/her for not wanting to date you! But here?? We're on a computer here, folks. There is no repercussions for being homely, facetious, intellectual, beautiful, stupid...etc. We are in pretend covens (yes...PRETEND) who eschew niceties and loyalties not found in "real" covens. Apparently, according to different factions in VR, you can be a psi vamp, a sanguine, a lycan, a hybrid, a non-believer, a swan, a role player, 1,000 yr old demon.....anything but a vicious vampire. Did I trip over something and end up over the rainbow where the real and imagined vampires were all Louis from an Anne Rice book? Dashing young Edward Cullen?



Rant, rant, rave, rave. So we're supposed to be in Houses or Covens and obey the VR rules and obey the Master's rules. Loyalty to coven members and all round "playing nicely with others" at the top of the list.



Does that mean when provoked, we should attack outside of our coven? It upholds one set of rules, but breaks the other. Whatever your beliefs on vampires and the Rave...know this: any animal will bare its fangs when provoked. We are no different.