I sent an email to Wendy, my former roommate, and who is currently still living at the house, taking care of Connor, and Jim.
This is what I sent:
I wanted to check in and see how your trip went, and see if you had any pictures of the tattoo yet- I must say, I was a little spooked at all that work being put on you, but I am curious as to how it turned out.
Plus, I wanted to see how Chelsea was doing, and see if Jim had taken her to the vet yet to find out what that was on her stomach.
Roo
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I sent that on Wednesday, June 25. To date, I still have not recieved an answer. So today, while I was getting ready for work, I called the house. Jim answered the phone:
"yeah?"
Hey, how's it going?
"it goes fine, thank you. What's up?"
I wanted to call and see how Chelsea is doing. Did you take her to the vet yet?
"Yeah, I'm sending you the doctor's report. It was cancer, I had them put her down, she's dead. Well, I'll talk to you later."
a chick....or for that matter, a chick flick kinda girl...
Ask anyone who knows me, either here or on person, and they will quickly tell you that "chick" things are not MY thing...
I don't do bling...
I don't get all girlie and play dress up, although I have occasionally donned a pair of high heels to impress someone
But yesterday.....was a whole other story...
It was my day off, but Scott had to work, so I took him to work so I could have the car for the night.
I got a massage.....by a really tall guy with curly hair called Manuel.....yes, REALLY
I took myself out to dinner for really good thai food
And I went to the movies, by myself, for the first time in a LONG time....why? Because I wanted to go see something that I knew Scott had no interest in, and has been my passion for such a long time since it's debut on HBO....
I went to see "Sex in the City"
If you are a fan, as I am, of the series, you will not be disappointed in the movie. It has the best and strongest of everything about the series that made us love it in the first place....
I sat between 4 women dressed to the TEETH...
And two gay guys ALSO dressed to the teeth...lol
IF you go, make sure you take along plenty of kleenex. You WILL need it. But as Truvy so aptly put it in "Steel Magnolias"
"Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion".....
Afterwards, as I was heading for the restaraunt, I rolled the window in the jeep down, because it was a beautiful dusk evening even at 9 pm. It was cool outside, there were people walking everywhere, and "Cocaine" was playing on the radio-
I turned it up....
WAY up.....
And remembered what it was like to be alive in the 80's, and still have unlimited possibilities before me.
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It sounds like a lovely evening.....all for YOU!! :)
:)
Girly girl. :) Glad you took time and enjoyed the night. Miss you sis.
George Carlin Dead at Age 71
June 23, 2008, 2:44 AM EST
SANTA MONICA, Calif. (AP) -- George Carlin, the dean of counterculture comedians whose biting insights on life and language were immortalized in his "Seven Words You Can Never Say On TV" routine, died of heart failure Sunday. He was 71.
Carlin, who had a history of heart trouble, went into St. John's Medical Center in Santa Monica on Sunday afternoon complaining of chest pain and died later that evening, said his publicist, Jeff Abraham. He had performed as recently as last weekend at the Orleans Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas.
Carlin constantly pushed the envelope with his jokes, particularly with the "Seven Words" routine. When he uttered all seven at a show in Milwaukee in 1972, he was arrested for disturbing the peace.
When the words were played on a New York radio station, they resulted in a Supreme Court ruling in 1978 upholding the government's authority to sanction stations for broadcasting offensive language.
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"So my name is a footnote in American legal history, which I'm perversely kind of proud of," he told The Associated Press earlier this year.
He produced 23 comedy albums, 14 HBO specials, three books, a couple of TV shows and appeared in several movies. Carlin hosted the first broadcast of "Saturday Night Live" and noted on his Web site that he was "loaded on cocaine all week long."
He won four Grammy Awards, each for best spoken comedy album, and was nominated for five Emmy awards. On Tuesday, it was announced that Carlin was being awarded the 11th annual Mark Twain Prize for American Humor.
When asked about the fallout from the 2004 Super Bowl halftime show that ended with Janet Jackson's breast-baring "wardrobe malfunction," Carlin told the AP, "What are we, surprised?"
"There's an idea that the human body is somehow evil and bad and there are parts of it that are especially evil and bad, and we should be ashamed. Fear, guilt and shame are built into the attitude toward sex and the body," he said. "It's reflected in these prohibitions and these taboos that we have."
Carlin was born May 12, 1937 and grew up in the Morningside Heights section of Manhattan, raised by a single mother. After dropping out of high school in the ninth grade, he joined the Air Force in 1954. He received three court-martials and numerous disciplinary punishments, according to his official Web site.
While in the Air Force he started working as an off-base disc jockey at a radio station in Shreveport, La., and after receiving a general discharge in 1957, took an announcing job at WEZE in Boston.
"Fired after three months for driving mobile news van to New York to buy pot," his Web site says.
From there he went on to a job on the night shift as a deejay at a radio station in Forth Worth, Texas. Carlin also worked variety of temporary jobs including a carnival organist and a marketing director for a peanut brittle.
In 1960, he left with a Texas radio buddy, Jack Burns, for Hollywood to pursue a nightclub career as comedy team Burns & Carlin. He left with $300, but his first break came just months later when the duo appeared on the Tonight Show with Jack Paar. r Carlin said he hoped to would emulate his childhood hero, Danny Kaye, the kindly, rubber-faced comedian who ruled over the decade that Carlin grew up in — the 1950s — with a clever but gentle humor reflective of its times.
Only problem was, it didn't work for him.
"I was doing superficial comedy entertaining people who didn't really care: Businessmen, people in nightclubs, conservative people. And I had been doing that for the better part of 10 years when it finally dawned on me that I was in the wrong place doing the wrong things for the wrong people," Carlin reflected recently as he prepared for his 14th HBO special, "It's Bad For Ya."
Carlin's first wife, Brenda, died in 1997. He is survived by wife Sally Wade; daughter Kelly Carlin McCall; son-in-law Bob McCall; brother Patrick Carlin; and sister-in-law Marlene Carlin.
A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says hello. He's rather taken back because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says, 'Do you know me?' To which she replies, 'I think you're the father of one of my kids.'
Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, 'My God, are you the stripper from my
bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery???'
She looks into his eyes and says calmly,
'No, I'm your son's teacher.'
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Some people, I swear....
If ever there was a night for O.O looks, last night was it....
very formal, Oriental wedding.....very fussy and got to have it JUST right...
Toasts, tears, and stories...
Then as soon as the cake was cut what happens?
The first dance of the bride and groom is THE CHICKEN DANCE
The next dance is to "That's why the Lady is a tramp....."
*Bangs head on desk*
Then it started.....
I NEED TEN SHOTS OF SCOTCH
OH YEAH AND 8 SHOTS OF VODKA
CAN YOU MAKE ME SOMETHING FRUITY?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO TEQUILA????
After slinging 8 cases if wine, 24 cases of beer (I ended up having to stock the basement cooler) and wishing to GOD I had never even seen my first caesar (the drink, not the salad...) I stopped by A&W on the way home at 1:30 am to get some food for Scott and me....
I pull up to the drive thru-
"Hi, welcome to A&W, what can I get for you?"
order,order,order
"Will that be all for you tonight?"
yup...
"Is that for here or to go?"
O.O Really????
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Hey didn't they play "who let the dogs out?" Next time tell the fellow you want it delivered.
While I was in Florida last week, my brand spanking new plastic PERMANENT driver's license came on WEDNESDAY.......
My new work permit that I HAD to HAVE BEFORE I got my new license?
Came yesterday........
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You know I really didn't think anyone could screw it up worse than the US/state governments. I'm blown away by all this insanity. They really must not want folks moving in up there. Well at least folks from the US 0-o
Trust me when I say that these immigration problems are NOTHING compaired to what the US does to people. I have a friend that was BANNED from entering the US just because she did not report that she moved back to Canada.
Sadly we have it much CHEAPER and easier than those going to the good ole USA.
I am sorry you had to go through all you did. I really am. I hope things get better for you quickly.
Have I mentioned how much I HATE having to go to Florida?
I adore Connor- spending time with him is the only reason I make those treks down there- were it not for him, and the friend I stay with when I go, I would wipe that shit out of my life, and never set foot in that area again...
Between Ms. Sue (my stepcow, as the rat so affectionately calls her) and my ex husband, the place I called home for most of my life is now so ruined for me that it pains me to even think about going down there, much less staying for any appreciable amount of time...
This last week, I had to go get Connor a medical exam by a CIC approved doctor so that CIC would finally finish my paperwork and give me my permanent residency. Sahahria knows form whence I speak, as she has been going through similar expensive crap to do the same thing. We applied for my residency in August of 2006, with the assurance that "at best it will be 4-6 months, at most, 8-10"
Suffice it to say it has been a TAD bit longer than that.
CIC started saying they wanted a medical exam on Connor early last year, despite the fact that Connor will not be living up here with me, he is staying with his father- it's the best thing for him, and I know that pain me though it might to leave him there. We provided copies of my divorce to that effect, sworn affidavits, all at CIC's behest, with them telling me every time, that this one will take care of it.
Obviously it was never enough for them. To that end, I get the nasty gram shown in an earlier journal entry. "Please tell your ex husband....."
My ASS. People, he is my EX husband for a REASON. It took him damn near the entire two months I had to get pictures of Connor LAST year, just to take him to Walgreen's and get passport photos, what makes you think in ANY universe that he would take 2 days off form work, drive 250 miles to the closest CIC doctor, get the exam (to the tune of $200) then 250 miles back, just for ME???
Child, please....
So....all those points I had earned playing games on MSN that I had transferred to Delta for skymiles, so that Scott and I could go to New Orleans?
GONE
Thankfully I had my customer that I do needlework for volunteer some of her points (in exchange for some freebies) to make up the difference so that I could get the miles I needed to get this accursed trip taken care of without going in the hole anymore than we already have for all this shit.
But THAT....is where my luck started to run out...
15 minutes into my flight from Vancouver to Houston, the guy across the aisle started having breathing problems- this required judicious application of oxygen by the stewardess, a hovering wife in the aisle, and a slight delay while the medics checked on him after landing at Houston- but yes, I made my connection in good time, thank the Lord.
My "connection" consisted of a 3 hour flight on a place that was three seats wide- one on one side, two on the other- and the guy sitting across the aisle from me? His "judicious" applications consisted of liberal amounts of Jack Daniels and diet coke....
I had called Chris to let him know when I was leaving Houston, so he would know when to leave for the airport...I got off the plane in Tallahassee, and was IMMEDIATELY reminded of just how much I detest the summer down there
98 degrees
80% humidity
Mosquitoes...
AND Chris was 45 minutes late getting there...
And did I mention that Chris is a smoker, both outside and INSIDE the house?
Thank GOD for A/C
Then Wednesday I went to pick up a rental car to go to the doctor with Connor. I went to Enterprise, as that is who I have always rented from in the past, with NO trouble...
yeah, you can see it coming can't you...
As I have stated earlier in my journal, I tried to get my license up here back in November, and after being told by one person that all I needed was my driving histories from Missouri and Florida and my residency letter, I return with said paperwork in hand, only to be told by a DIFFERENT person that I had to have my PR card before I could get a permanent license. End of discussion, no explanations or alternatives…
Fast forward to February of this year…
Since I was making plans to go back to work, we took off early one morning, and went to apply for my SIN (see SSN) card, which we did with work permit firmly in hand, no problems there. Then we went to a DIFFERENT DMV location, as per the instructions of the guy doing my PR paperwork, because according to HIM, there was no reason why I couldn’t get my driver’s license with the paperwork I had. So off we go, and to the counter, and I tell the girl what I need…
“Do you have your PR card?”
No, I was told all you needed was my histories and my file letter stating I have technical residency…
“Oh, NOOOOOOO, you HAVE to have your PR card.
Okay, the guy DOING my paperwork said I didn’t…
*here is where Scott mutters under his breath about my work permit*
“Oh, you can get it with your WORK PERMIT…..”
And why the HELL didn’t anyone tell me that LAST time???
“Didn’t they?”
Fill in the appropriate southern retort here…
“Oh, you have less than 6 months left on your work permit…”
SO???
“You have to have at least 6 months or more in order to get your permanent license…”
So what I had to do was go ahead and pay the whole fee up front, and for that I got a temporary license (I.e. a paper one with no photo) that I had to renew every 60 days until I either A) got my PR card or B) got another work permit, to the tune of $150
So…fast forward some MORE….knowing full well that when my last renewal date would come when I was in Florida, I got my license renewed the Friday before…and had to explain AGAIN WHY I was having to do it this way…
So lurch a but more forward, and here I am at Enterprise, with a VALID license, a passport, and a Credit Card WITH a photo on it-
“Oh, I’m sorry, you need a permanent license to rent a car from Enterprise….”
I will not even begin to regale you with the words I used in that office, the aspersions I cast on this young man’s family background, his sexual orientation, or his manhood…I think ya’ll all know me well enough by now to know EXACTLY what and HOW I said it…
I found a place called Lucky’s….she could care less, as long as I had a credit card… mission accomplished.
So off I went to get Connor and take him to the movies and out to dinner- we had a WUBULOUS time, which was really good (and Sahahria? I took us out to the movies, with nachos and a drink for LESS than $10- if you don’t live in Canada, you won’t get it…lol)
Then, after I dropped him off at home, Jim says he needs to show me something…
That “something” turned out to be a tumor on the belly of my cat, who I had had to leave behind when I moved…so I ask him “what did the doctor say”
“Oh, I haven’t taken her to the vet- just haven’t had the time….”
He and Wendy have BOTH known about this for months (something that size doesn’t just appear overnight) and neither said a WORD to me all the times I have called…
THEN, he wants to know if I would take her to the vet- No, I have a limited amount of time here, I have to drive to Brooksville tomorrow, remember? The REASON I am here in the first place? And I had to turn the car in on Friday after I got back…
So in as calm a manner as I can muster under the circumstances, I tell Jim to take her to the vet, and see if this thing is cancerous or not…to which he replies:
“If it is something that requires surgery, I’M not going to pay for it…”
At which point I told him that even if it was operable, at her age (15) no vet in his right mind would dare put her under, because she would never survive the operation, and therefore, if it turned out to be cancer, I certainly didn’t want her to suffer, and to have the vet put her to sleep…
All this, with my son in the next room, and me trying SO hard NOT to cry…
That morning Chris and I had gone to one of his favorite hangouts to have breakfast…
By that evening, I had a boiling case of food poisoning…
And I continued to have it through a 4 hour drive south, playing in the pool with Connor and visiting with an old high school friend of mine (those two things are the ONLY good points to this trip) going to the doctor the next day, then driving 4 hours home (with a brief stop at Krystal’s- I just couldn’t NOT go)
Then dropping Connor off at the house, returning the rental car, and having Chris take me back to the house…
I cooked all day Saturday to help feed the bachelors that all seem to congregate at Chris’s place (meatloaf, spaghetti, lasagna, and chili) and while in the grocery store getting all this food, I had to make a mad dash for their bathroom then too…
Chris and I left for the airport at 4 am Sunday, I had three flights, ALL of them were full, I was in the BACK of the plane every time, and by the time I got to Salt Lake City, I had exactly 20 minutes to make my connection to Vancouver, and the gate I had to be at was at the OPPOSITE end of the airport (of course…)
I am now home, and trying to assimilate everything that has happened in the past week. Thankfully, the golf tournament I was supposed to work today was cancelled, so I have an extra day to try and get myself back together, although I think the work would have done me good….
The only other good thing I can say about it was that while I was balls to the wall all week, if DID make the week go faster…
And it was marvelous to walk off the plane in Vancouver and into really cool air, overcast, and comfortable…
And the fact that I can be back here with all my friends….
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All I can say is...wow...*hands you a drink and gives you a super hug*.
You always feel better when you're finally home. I just can't believe you've been put through the ringer so much!
damn *snaps my fingers* that reminds me...
*picks up the phone and puts in a call to Manuel*
And yes, my masseuse up here really is named Manuel...lol
Just.....Damn girl.....and hands you the jug of moonshine. Sounds like a humdinger.
Glad you made it in one piece....more or less. :)
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LadyChordewa
22:20 Jun 28 2008
THAT FUCKING COCK SUCKING BASTARD!!!!!!!