"My Scottish Terrier is smarter than your honor student".......
I was skimming through my fav journals, and stopped to view a video posted by Angelus. I, unfortunately, followed it to the next level, and went to the website...
http://www.avoidtwilight.com/
These people act like vampirism and whatnot is something NEW and DEADLY to the teens of today....SERIOUSLY?
Reminds me of the All and Tipper years, when ROCK and ROLL was the DEVIL'S tool...
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Yup and he brings up the Harry Potter "issue" too... *sigh*
It is called PARENTING... perhaps some adults should realize this...
ya didnt know that wwere all satanists??? and that the jehovahs witness knock on our door to try and SAVE US!
A guy pulls up next to me in a parking spot at the grocery store as I am walking in.
He is driving this cute little VW cabriolet, with a ragtop, and the top is down....
And when he gets out, he hits the button on his key chain to lock the doors.........
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I actually know the answer to this one, if his car were to be stolen and he had not locked the doors thus activating any anti-theft device, or doing all he could to prevent the theft, his insurance could give him trouble over his claim. Like they don't already!
Here's your sign.
see and I would do it simply because if I don't lock up every time then I will forget :P
...and i was going to say what a show-off...haha
On Sunday, one of the guests was a woman, in a white dress (all questions aside about wearing white to someone else's wedding), tanned, or more specifically of eastern European descent to one degree or the other...
She walked past the bar, but as soon as she saw me, she slowed to a stop, and glared at me. And I'm not talking for a few seconds or something; she stared so long, I thought she was looking at the price list on the bar, trying to figure out what she wanted to drink. Then I realized with discomfort that she was not just staring at me, she was GLARING at me. This went on for almost a minute before I finally asked her if I could help her with something...
Hand to GOD, this woman snarled at me. She had all the movie cliche lupine features and looks and mannerisms, and she SNARLED at me.....
Gave me the worst case of heeby jeebies I've had in a while, but at the same time I had the most godawful need to just tear her to pieces. I'm not sure which scared me worse...
Then Monday, I worked a golf tournament, and this older gentelman walked up and gave me his order, which I promptly got for him. Yesterday was a joy, again reminding me of why I went into bartending; mostly for the sheer fun of it. He leaned over to hand me his ticket, tipped me (despite the fact that his drink was basically free), and squinted at my name tag. My tag reads, appropriately enough "Westwood Plateau, Luanne, my passion is: Vampires"
I swear this guy looked at my name tag, then looked at me and said the following:
"Hi Luanne, thanks for the great service, I remember you from last year. I see your passion is Vampires?"
"What's a vampire?"
O_0
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Wow. I'd rip her to shreds.
That woman is very lucky you really like your job or she'd be bleeding on the floor! lol
Did you bust out laughing at that question?
Widow lives with corpses of husband, twin
By MICHAEL RUBINKAM Associated Press Writer The Associated Press
Monday, July 5, 2010 7:52 PM EDT
WYALUSING, Pa. (AP) — The 91-year-old widow lived by herself in a tumbledown house on a desolate country road. But she wasn't alone, not really, not as long as she could visit her husband and twin sister.
No matter they were already dead. Jean Stevens simply had their embalmed corpses dug up and stored them at her house — in the case of her late husband, for more than a decade — tending to the remains as best she could until police were finally tipped off last month.
Much to her dismay.
"Death is very hard for me to take," Stevens told an interviewer.
As state police finish their investigation into a singularly macabre case — no charges have been filed — Stevens wishes she could be reunited with James Stevens, her husband of nearly 60 years, who died in 1999, and June Stevens, the twin who died last October.
But their bodies are with the Bradford County coroner now, at least temporarily off limits to the woman who loved them best. District Attorney Daniel Barrett said Tuesday that Stevens plans to build a crypt on the property.
"If she does that, the bodies will be released for that purpose," he said. "Otherwise they will be re-interred."
From time to time, stories of exhumed bodies are reported, but rarely do those involved offer an explanation. Jean Stevens, seeming more grandmother than ghoul, holds little back as she describes what happened outside this small town in northern Pennsylvania's Endless Mountains.
She knows what people must think of her. But she had her reasons, and they are complicated, a bit sad, and in their own peculiar way, sweet.
Dressed smartly in a light blue shirt and khaki skirt, silver hoops in her ears, her white hair swept back and her brown eyes clear and sharp, she offers a visitor a slice of pie, then casts a knowing look when it's declined. "You're afraid I'll poison you," she says.
On a highboy in the corner of the dining room rests a handsome, black-and-white portrait of Jean, then a stunner in her early 20s, and James, clad in his Army uniform. It was taken after their 1942 marriage but before his service in World War II, in which he fought in the Battle of the Bulge. After the war, James worked at a General Electric Corp. plant in Liverpool, N.Y., then as an auto mechanic. He succumbed to Parkinson's disease on May 21, 1999.
Next to that photo there is a smaller color snapshot of Jean and June, taken when they were in their late 80s.
In many ways, Jean shared a closer bond with her twin than her husband.
Though June lived more than 200 miles away in West Hartford, Conn., they talked by phone several times a week, and June wrote often. The twins — who, as it happened, married brothers — were honored guests at the 70th reunion of the Camptown High School Class of 1937.
Then, last year, June was diagnosed with cancer. She was in a lot of pain when Jean came to visit. The sisters shared a bed, and Jean rubbed her back. "I'm real glad you're here," June said.
On Oct. 3, June died. She was buried in her sister's backyard — but not for long.
"I think when you put them in the (ground), that's goodbye, goodbye," Stevens said. "In this way I could touch her and look at her and talk to her."
She kept her sister, who was dressed in her "best housecoat," on an old couch in a spare room off the bedroom. Jean sprayed her with expensive perfume that was June's favorite.
"I'd go in, and I'd talk, and I'd forget," Stevens said. "I put glasses on her. When I put the glasses on, it made all the difference in the world. I would fix her up. I'd fix her face up all the time."
She offered a similar rationale for keeping her husband on a couch in the detached garage. James, who had been laid to rest in a nearby cemetery, wore a dark suit, white shirt and blue knitted tie.
"I could see him, I could look at him, I could touch him. Now, some people have a terrible feeling, they say, 'Why do you want to look at a dead person? Oh my gracious,'" she said.
"Well, I felt differently about death."
Part of her worries that after death, there's ... nothing. "Is that the grand finale?" But then she gets up at night and gazes at the stars in the sky and the deer in the fields, and she thinks, "There must be somebody who created this. It didn't come up like mushrooms."
So she is ambivalent about God and the afterlife. "I don't always go to church, but I want to believe," Stevens said.
Dr. Helen Lavretsky, a psychiatry professor at UCLA who researches how the elderly view death and dying, said people who aren't particularly spiritual or religious often have a difficult time with death because they fear that death is truly the end.
For them, "death doesn't exist," she said. "They deny death."
Stevens, she said, "came up with a very extreme expression of it. She got her bodies back, and she felt fulfilled by having them at home. She's beating death by bringing them back."
There was another reason that Stevens wanted them above ground.
She is severely claustrophobic, and so was her sister; she was horrified that the bodies of her loved ones would spend eternity in a casket in the ground. "That's suffocation to me, even though you aren't breathing," she said.
So she said she had them dug up, both within days of burial.
She managed to escape detection for a long time. The neighbors who mowed her lawn and took her grocery shopping either didn't know or didn't tell. Otherwise forthcoming, Stevens is vague when asked about who exhumed the bodies and who knew of her odd living arrangement. She blames a relative of her late husband's for calling the authorities about the corpses.
"I think that is dirty, rotten," she said.
State police haven't said who retrieved the bodies but will soon present their findings to Barrett, the district attorney. A decision on charges is expected as early as Friday.
Authorities are looking into several possible violations, including misdemeanor abuse of a corpse, Barrett said.
Stevens has talked extensively with both the police and Bradford County Coroner Tom Carman, who calls it a "very, very bizarre case."
But the coroner has nothing but kind things to say about the woman at the center of it.
"I got quite an education, to say the least. She's 100 percent cooperative — and a pleasure to talk to," Carman said. "But as far as her psyche, I'll leave that to the experts."
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Read that one too and almost made a macabre journal entry about it and got side tracked. You know, I got a hard time dealing with the death of loved ones too but I am not about to dig em up and live with the bodies. They should have checked that one's sanity level.
Poor woman. I'm not about to do the same but I can understand why she would do it. Some people just can't cope.
*sigh*
I had to work a wedding, upstairs in Pan room. That usually means 2 bartenders. But oh HELL no.
"Well, I told the lady that we really aren't big drinkers, so one bartender would be more than able to handle our 200+ people function....
Un hunh....
I know I am beginning to sound like a broken record. But seriously, I can't seem to find the joy I used to in playing bartender these days. I start out well enough, bright and smiling, joking with the customers, explaining what a southern belle like me is doing WAY up north in a place like this...the usual stuff I have gotten used to doing around here.
Seriously, people. I make my living on tips for the most part. Now while I don't expect you to tip me when it is a hosted event, some people do anyway (especially people who are in the business themselves). But when I have a tip jar sitting on the bar, and you are making regular trips to the bar, and what I get is:
"Wow, you are doing a GREAT job. Thanks for the great service, the place is fabulous, you are really doing great work," yadda yadda yadda...
And then you pick up your drinks, your change and walk off, think of what you are doing.
That kind of behavior is extremely demoralizing. And after two or three trips, you might start to notice that the bartender isn't talking to you as much as she was, or as much as she is the guy in front and behind you who ARE tipping her for the great service.
However, if you are like the self involved assholes I waited ojn last night, it makes no difference. To those types of people, we are just furniture. Someone you don't even notice, unless you aren't getting EXACTLY what you think you are owed.
And after all that, someone in this pile of assholes discovered that the extra wine and liquor I had brought up in anticipation of there being two bars as usual was stashed in the storage room at the end of the hall, and despite the fact that there was a BIG sign that says employees only, and the fact that the door was CLOSED, waltzed in and helped themselves to a $42.00 bottle of wine. We found the empty UNDER the table on the far side of the room.
Suffice it to say, we not only charged the bride's parents for it, we TOLD them we were, and why. AND we added a service charge for the aggravation. Let HER find out who is the thief in her pile of asshole friends...
Today is a golf tournament. I can only hope that things start going up from here.
I had to work a birthday party tonight. I was all gung ho, figuring it would be a good gig, out earlier than say a wedding....
Fuck me.....
The guy was throwing a party for his wife's 40th. He hired a band. He spent money on the room, and the food, and a bartender *waves hand in air* that would be me folks.
I have heard cats in heat make better music than these guys. Most of them weren't even alive in the 80's much less the seventies, which is where most of the music they were trying to play was coming from. And the rest of the entertaiment was karaoke provided by the o so helpful guests...
This guy got the room and whatnot at a discount because his cousin worked at the country club. Well, his cousin doesn't work there anymore, so that's gonna cease, which means I won't have to listen to THIS as much anymore.....
"Is this all the wine you have to offer? Then what is the cheapest."
"What beers do you have? Are there any good ones? Which ones are the cheapest..."
Or, the guy who came up about 30 minutes into the function, picked up the bottle of Babich pinot noir, and proceeded to ask me how much the "pine knot nor" was.
by the glass or by the bottle, sir?
"By the bottle, OF COURSE."
That would be $41.75 sir
"for the BOTTLE?"
yes sir
"Where does it say that on this list?"
That list is just by the glass, sir, I have the bottle prices back here with me
"Are you SURE it's $41.75?"
*growling*
Yes sir, been knowing it since I started here three years ago.
"Which one is the cheapest?"
That would be the first one at $30.00
" Fine, just give me the bottle of pine knot nor"
*shuddering*
These people went through all the "free" food and non alcoholic punch, coffee and tea, but barely spared a glance for the bar, and certainly for the most part, even the ones that were drinking were not tipping. But just let me get everything shut down, cleaned up, and heading downstairs to get the re-stock, and suddenly everybody just HAS to have water...
I don't FUCKING think so, hoss......
I swear, the next time I go to the doctor, I'm having him put me on PROZAC before I KILL somebody.....
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ladySnowStrixx
23:13 Jul 22 2010
LOL , hey sweetie, that is funny but my cats is smarter then their Scottish Terrier , she would make him run and hide.
BubbleGumClaudia
03:12 Jul 23 2010
HA!