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You know I was thinking the other day about sleep walking. This morning I woke up from a really bad dream around 4:00am and went online as I laid in bed.
Instead of coming on VR and rating... like I usually do... I went to Amazon.
O.o I think I shopped walked.
I remember wigs. WTF?
I think I brought Dexter too as I kept hearing people talking about it.
I think it would have been awesome if your new neighbor came over to borrow that cup of sugar while you were all painted up like that. She would've pissed herself. Probably would have NEVER bothered you about fixing anything ever again! LOL (It looks really cool though)
I don't deal well with people who freaking act like a three year old.
I don't deal well with people who complain all the time to me.
I don't deal well with people who make little digs at me.
I don't deal well with people who can't handle me saying "Get the fuck over it." without seeing it as my way of helping you.
I don't deal well with people who try to start shit with me to make them seem more in control of their "online" life.
I don't deal well with people who talk about my friends even when I tell them not too, and don’t take the hint they might not be one.
I don't deal well with the "But you can do it and I can't. That is not fair!" whine. Life, online or off, is not fair.
I don't deal well with people who are so fucking weak we can't have "words" and still be friends.
I don’t deal well with people who are self centered and show no concern for others.
I don’t deal well with people who always start off a message with “I”.
I don't deal well with people who don't see me as a bitch and hurt when I am who I truly am. I wear a mask enough at work; I will not do it here as well. VR is my home.
I don't deal well with people who act like they know me but haven't a clue.
I don’t deal well with fake friends.
I don’t deal well…with you.
Because…
** Not aimed at anyone. He knows who he is, and we have moved on. Just wanted to rant a little. Really... Just had to express my anger a little about it, and some stuff going on in real life even. It's not about any of you, I swear.**
Well I don't deal well with people who don't deal well with others ;)
You're great Rat, you've never told me to get the fuck over it when you probably could have. You're an awesome friend here and you SHOULD be able to relax on VR.
Send them along and we'll see if tag teaming helps... that or use Morri's Hulk Smash
heh ^.^
15:50 Aug 29 2008 Times Read: 1,437
*drops head to the desk with a loud thump*
I swear he is driving me to cuss. He is a "Father" who has a house full of antiques. I know what they are worth... I know what can happen if we are careless... I know you can't replace them at Walmart. Yes- I know all this.
Those are only a few of the comments he has made to me in the time between us meeting for the first time for the estimate, and now with 4 days before the move.
*sigh* For two months he has hounded me with the same freaking questions! The job has me on edge enough... because yes he does have some wonderful pieces. But hell..
The other day as he started another round of questions and little anxiety attack as I YET again visit to check his packing. I finally just said "Just calm the freak down...its going to be alright." His eyes got big, and I could of died.
Just glad I did not say the other word.
You think I am kidding? It not even 11:00am and he has called me three times already this morning.
I like that just go into the move with the concept they're all brain damaged and you might hang onto your temper. Have a fresh bottle waiting for the move to finish and put his name in your book of never again!
Lady rented the house next door to us, the one between me and my parents. So this is my new neighbor. It’s her and her 17 year old son. My sister rented it before I got the new kitchen cabinet in, and she understands they will be coming in a few weeks to replace them and adding a new custom built cabinet to the bathroom.
Now understand this is not the most beautiful house. Its two larger bedrooms, living room, bath, and a spot in the end of the hallway that can be uses as a office area. Carport and back porch. Vinyl siding, all electric, center air and heat with heat pump. The carpet is a little worn, but it’s the kind that you put in the kitchen so it is fine. I spent my money on the cabinets- replacing some that are twenty years old and the oldest thing in the house.
I had the carpets cleaned and when cleaner cleaned she found that the tub drain was not working. Dad handle this and ended up they had to cut a hole in the wall to get to the pipes, and it must have been a job getting it fixed. After that I ended up having the place painted.
So today the lady is early, going to move in before the cabinets are in with a whopping day notice. I got to make her damage list- a list we both make of damage to the home before she takes the keys and moves in. Now note the house had plumbers, painter, and a carpenter in since it was clean. I see it needs vacuumed and bathroom a final clean up. And knowing it will be my job to do this light cleaning as I usually do. But before I can say a word she goes off on me.
“God lord… I looked at the house while the painter was here. Did you not clean it?” “Well I would guess not. See- you said you was waiting for the cabinets to be put in. I was waiting for them to get in before the final cleaning.” “Well… it will have to be cleaned.” No shit Sherlock. “I will have it cleaned before Saturday.” Holly hell- you would think she step in a pigs pin. For $275.00 the damn house is nice.
“There is paint on the carpet.” “I see that spot- the one about the size of a dime?”
“The kitchen cabinets are scratched” “Well if they was in good shape you would not be getting new one, would you? But I will write up the kitchen cabinet are junk, ok? Then we will update when the new ones, and counter get here.”
“The toilet is dirty” Ok…and you are starting to piss me off.
“When you replace the vanity in the bathroom can it be bigger? Its so small?” “Well if you want room to go in and out of the doorway- no. But the floor to ceiling cabinet they are making will add storage over here- where there is room.” Tell me the red hair is a dye job as you are as blond as they come.
“The light is out in that closet” What? You don’t know how to change a bulb? “I will replace the bulb.”
“The tape on the wall is coming loose?” “Sorry what?” “Here- in the closet. The tape.” That turned out to be the drywall tape in the closet in a area about a inch. Huh… god but how can I sleep at night knowing that is there?
“The windows are dirty” “These are the kind that fold in.. really easy to clean.” She gave me a look of… so? “ I will tell the cleaner.” I really hope she never ask to borrow a cup of sugar as I swear it will have some salt in it.
“Well that is it. If you just sing these pages…” “But we have not done the outside.” OH MY GOD.
“See? The vinyl is broken in spots.” “You mean where the weed eater hits it?” Lady- unless I see you outside with a fucking hammer beating the side of the home as you listen to those voices in your head- any damage to it will be normal wear and tear. But humor the crazy lady. Started a second page.
“Can I put a dish up on the roof?” *smiles* “Oh no. Not on the porch or carport either. Nor in the front yard as they are ugly. Maybe the back?” “The building would block it then.” “Sorry.“ Oh well… life is good. *evil grin*
“Is the shingles suppose to hang off the carport edge like that?” What the hell has sis rented to? Note to self- make sure you lock your doors. I just walked away on that one.
“So you live over there? Why I can see your porch.” Oh fuck no. “Yeap. But I don’t like company at all.” “Oh” “I might wave, but that’s it with me.” Hey… stop that train before it ever leaves the crazy bitch station. I do not come with the rent… trust me. And I will not be waving.
So after she leaves I go clean the home, took about a hour. I did not do the window- screw it she can just write them up as dirty. I don’t do windows.
I'm the same way- only I leave the place better than when I get it. Can you tell I've worked with rentals for years?
As long as she does that, then let her be nit picky- it might just work in your favor. My last landlord was surprised I fixed everything on the "broken" side when I lived there- what can I say- I bothered me and he was busy :P
20:09 Aug 28 2008 Times Read: 1,495
So I go to a person's profile as she asked me to rerate. And got caught in the damn little boxes. I mean... come on. "Welcome to my blah blah" "Come back blah blah" "Don't Piss me off or blah blah blah"
It took me six clicks to get off the freaking ass page. What is with that shit? Do they think its cute? That it adds anything? Just fucking leave that shit out....
*deep breath*
Ok... just having a pissy day. Didn't mean...well no I meant it. The little boxes are just fucking stupid.
Ugh...my pet hate. I wouldn't mind so much but more often than not, the profile isn't even worth the hassle of getting to it. I think they should be banned from VR altogether...
I'm always pissed when I have to chase the box around to get the hell out of there. I have no ideal why anyone wants to mess with the rating/stamping boxes.
15:54 Aug 28 2008 Times Read: 1,510
You know you have spent way to much time around a the Army Transportation clerk when she burps on the phone while giving you a job and just goes right on without a word.
0.O
But then... I didn't even think about it till we hung up.
She has been one of the clerks for 18 years. She is counting down the years to her retirement. Me? I want to grab her legs and tell her she can't go...she is the only one who knows what the hell she is doing.... not to leave me with these people.
*sigh*
It will be a sad day when she leaves. But then... will I still be doing this job by then?
Yeah... I used to do a A LOT of work with the military... when a certain young lady was the contractor in charge of IT procurement...
...then they eliminated her job and she went back into the government side of things. Now they leave all the procurement up to three old army guys. They've been doing it for three years now and still.. STILL haven't a clue as to what they're doing...
FEH.
PRIVATE ENTRY
13:47 Aug 28 2008 Times Read: 1,512
• • • • PRIVATE JOURNAL ENTRY • • • •
21:38 Aug 27 2008 Times Read: 1,540
Nothing like saying your sorry to Moonie.
*rubs her spanked butt and sits to eat her cheese*
Suga, that was one of the funniest things I've seen all day. hahaha xoxoxo ;)
Email from sis. :)
16:24 Aug 27 2008 Times Read: 1,562
Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi grandma a question if they aren't prepared for the answer.
In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know me?' She responded, 'Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.'
The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?'
She again replied, 'Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.'
The defense attorney nearly died.
The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said,
'If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair.'
I wonder if I am sleep eating? *dunks Oreo in milk* I mean it. I heard something on the radio about it today. Not sleep walking, but sleep eating. It has a big fancy name but I can’t remember it. People who don’t really wake up but who sleep walk and make a dent in the pantry. They are not aware of what they are doing at all.
*look at her empty glass* I wonder… what happens if they can’t find any food to eat. Do they sleep cook? Sleep washing the dishes? Or eat stuff like dry cake mixes or frozen pizza?
You guys get way better Oreos than us. Ours don't behave themselves like they're supposed to with the twist-lick-dunk thing. It's more a case of twist-pick up broken bits-lick bit of cream off each broken bit-throw away and drink milk with a custard cream.
But they're yummy so I don't care :-D
16:02 Aug 26 2008 Times Read: 1,608
Left the vamp box because someone was effecting my calm and picked up my pen to start back to work. That is when he pulled into the parking lot. The newest army inspector. Great. Spot inspecting the warehouses and wanted to go over some new rules with me.
A little later and he leaves with a smile on his face after seeing the nice clean organized building, and me listening to the new rules that I had spent yesterday learning online. It was “Yes Sir, I understand Sir, Thank you for telling me this Sir” time for me. No need to tell him I spent hours yesterday reading the long winded rules to make a list of simple rules hidden in them to share with the men.
Think that is enough kiss ass for one day. He was not out of the parking lot before the fake smile left my face.
HEY! Maybe you could get one of those AI faces from my journal...Make the inspectors talk to them, like Max Headroom at the front desk. They have the fake smile down!
You'll notice Fancy GraphicPants Morrigon hasn't commented. She's running scared. I know it's probably not nice to take business from her, riding her coattails, but talent like mine can't just stay hidden under a rock!
20:55 Aug 25 2008 Times Read: 1,679
*Rat comes out of the vamp box, dragging her toys with her back to her journal.*
Need to write out an email for Otter but have to be professional about it as she has opened her shop. So proud of her- putting herself out there, doing what she enjoys doing, challenging herself. Have you checked out her site yet? The ad is on VR, just look for some yellow eyes in a beautiful face and that is her ad. Great site…wish I could go to NY and have her take my picture. That dream is right up there with me going to a New York fashion show. Sounds like a road trip! :)
I know she will need a picture to work with… and that is the thing. I looked at the ones I have and hated every one of them. *sigh* I mean she is good…but she isn’t that good. Can’t make a swan out of a turkey no matter how talented you are at editing. lol But then… I am not getting any younger or thinner so… just need a day when my lazy eye is not drooping as it is today (it’s my right one) and hair is behaving like it should.
And what is it with the Doe’s need to turn my eyes red? *winks at her* Must be how she sees me. It just reminds me of the Terminator and the Borg. Or something evil. Yeap… that must be it. “I will be back!” lol
FYI to those who know- Mom is better. Not 100% improved but she is able to talk some now, and breathing is better. She is still going to the Dr. in the morning so I get the office with Dad as sis is taking her. Might try and write something if the phones are slow. But kind of hope they aren’t. Checkbook needs the work if you know what I mean.
I need to check on the ferret too. Miss talking with her, see how she handle the big storm.
Ok- enough random shit that really no one cares about. :) I am going to lay down in my nice comfy bed and read some. Been wanting to do that for weeks now.
Other then a few hours at mom's so sis could go home and do her laundry for next week (and take a break from mom and dad) I did a lot today.
Housework, laundry, cooked a wonderful dinner of oven roasted rosemary pototoes with parmesan chicken. Mmmmmm but that was a great dinner...with left overs for Sunday. :)
Then I spent a hour or so doing something I love to do- playing with the makeup. Rihanna music video for the song Disturabia has a great eye bar style makeup that I wanted to try.
Took a pic....
That brings up something else I need to do Sunday- dye the gray out. lol
:)
Next makeup play time is trying the red and black makeup in the Britney's Toxic video.
I like to believe that people on here do not make themselves more important than others or crown themselves God. Rather people on here would rather crawl on the ground than stand up and behave like a self-respecting adult (key word "self"). Let them complain about the 6s, the 1s, or the oh so painful 9s- life is what you choose to make it. If they want to build their own dungeons so be it. But all to often we look outside instead of inwards and lose sight of who and what we are.
Got to love family. :)
23:59 Aug 20 2008 Times Read: 1,852
Remember Stinky Dead Fred? Well he ruined my air cleaning machine. Yeap- it stopped working during that ordeal…wonder why? lol Luckily it was still under the one year warranty *rat shifty eyes* so I called QVC and they said to send it back and they would send me a replacement one.
I told myself when I got the new one I would wait for Fred to be gone, house cleaned before I even unpacked it, I would not ruin another one. I would think of it every once in a while- enough to go… wonder where it is? I need to call them… Has anyone seen my air machine come in? It was after the removal of Fred and his buddy, carpets cleaned that I finally took the time to call QVC. “Sorry- did you not get the email? That company went out of business. We sent you a refund.”
Well no. I was waiting for it. Huh… did not feel too bad about kind of lying about what happen to it. I read the news- the company did go belly up. So then it was trying to find another one and my sister took over looking for one. She hit the websites and all the doctor’s and medical sites. She found ones for over a thousand to under a hundred. But the ones the breathing Dr. liked were ones with filters. Filters that you have to replace. Filters that cost a pretty penny. I use to have a ironic one.
“But they don’t like those. You need a Hepa filter one.” “But they cost up to $200.00 a year for filters” I dragged her feet, saying I would find one later. Today I came home to a new Honeywell in the office, waiting to go home with me. I was so happy to see it. These last few months have taught me I needed it, the coughing in the morning; the stuffed nose was not just the cold as I have had that for months. My Sister had taken it out of my hands and orders this one for me. It’s my birthday gift from the family; they all went in to buy it for me.
*rat sits and enjoys the clean air, letting the fresh breeze tickle her toes*
and it makes her a much more cheerful Rat! *grins*
Email from sissy. :)
23:20 Aug 20 2008 Times Read: 1,862
Sometimes I think Maxine should run for president. :)
Everyone concentrates on the problems we're having in this country lately: illegal immigration, hurricane recovery, alligators attacking people in Florida ...
Not me. I concentrate on solutions for the problems.. It's a win-win situation.
+ Dig a moat the length of the Mexican border.
+ Send the dirt to New Orleans to raise the level of the levies.
+ Put the Florida alligators in the moat along the Mexican border.
Think about this one:
1. Cows
2..The Constitution
3. The Ten Commandments
C O W S
Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the mad cow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the stall where she slept in the state of Washington? And, they tracked her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each of them a cow.
T H E C O N S T I T U T I O N
They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq .... Why don't we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it has worked for over 200 years, and we're not using it anymore.
T H E 1 0 C O M M A N D M E N T S
The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments posted in a courthouse is this:
You cannot post 'Thou Shalt Not Steal,' 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery,' and 'Thou Shall Not Lie' in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians...It creates a hostile work environment.
Wanted to honor my puppy. Miss you. Wish you was here so I could use you as a big furry pillow. And the family could make fun of how you snore as you sleep. I even miss your "evil gas" farts you would let go with. :)
Love you Hannah Bo Han.
*reachs over and hugs Otters, Sevenn and Meeper and Joli puppies* Take care of those angels ladies.
I was keeping this in, trying to put it out of my mind, but not this week and ... well it's my journal so I am going to say it.
It's this month.
Just....
Bad times in my life.
I miss my puppy, I miss my Uncle, and I miss my Aunt.
The anger is building for the people who took my Aunt from me.
*sigh*
When will that end? Will that ever end?
I can hear people- it will when you let it go. Forgive is a word people like to use. Thing is... is it the darkness that I am drawn to? The anger? The rage for the one who stomped her face in?
Forgive. Nice word for those who can.
After all these years... this year, this month, this few days after her death, I have faced that I can't.
Remember it takes a college degree to fly a plane, but only a high school diploma to fix one; a reassurance to those of us who fly routinely in our jobs. After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a 'gripe sheet,' which tells techanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document t their repairs on
the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight.
Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS ' pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance
engineers.
By the way, UPS is the only major airline that has never, ever, had an accident.
P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.
S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.
*
P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.
*
P: Something loose in cockpit
S: Something tightened in cockpit
*
P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back-order.
*
P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute
descent
S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.
*
P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.
*
P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to more believable
level.
*
P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That's what friction locks are for.
*
P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.
S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.
*
P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you're right.
*
P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search
*
P: Aircraft handles funny. (I love this one!)
S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right and be serious.
*
P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.
*
P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.
*
And the best one for last
*
P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget
Know what is worst then a cold? A cold with a stomach virus. Yeap- yesterday I did not know if I wanted to cough or throw up so I did both. Today? Lets just say my ass is stuck on the porcine seat.
*cough, gag, throw up, shit, feel like I am ready to pass out*
Good news my throat was not as sore Friday till I started to throwing up Saturday.
Oh fun.
:(
And I so know you wanted to read that, didn't ya? lol
I promise you didn't get the bug from me since we've not seen each other lately! Luckily though it's just a 24hour bug. Feel better soon sis
14:59 Aug 15 2008 Times Read: 1,991
Been busy of late, then a cold on top of it makes this Rat worn out by the time the day is over. Glad it’s Friday and I can sleep in all weekend. All I want to do is curl up in bed and sleep.
And clean house. Yes- yesterday it was another pig pin. I know my friends think I am crazy when I say I am taking the day to clean, but they have never been in homes like I have. Hell- I can safety say Birdy would not even step into some homes I have been in.
My idea Saturday is sleeping in till 11:00ish then waking up slowly. Meaning I go pee and get back into bed, not hit the shower like every workday, most of late before dawn. Not having the “hit the floor at a run” speed, but more a hug the pillow as you flip to your other side. Then I will decide if I want to watch tv, play on my notebook, read the news, or take a nap after rating some on VR.
Finally I climb out of bed usually because I am hungry by now. Lol I cook, enjoying this time more then any other as its usually the first time I have gotten to cook all week. Eating then resting to let it settle. Great time to catch up on the one soap opera I do record and watch- General Hospital. A hour or so and I am up cleaning and the starting the usual 5 loads of laundry.
Why does it take all day? Because I clean a room, sit and rest as I watch the soap or a movie, then up again to start another room or flip the laundry around. 5 rooms usually take me about 6 to 7 hours. :) Hey- I take lots of breaks. Then it’s dinner, clean up the kitchen one last time and by then its dark outside and great time for a fire on the porch. Or a movie, book to read.
Why do I enjoy these slow weekends? Because I have to be here and there at a set time, I have this job to do, I have to please this person, answer all the questions, see that the boys are doing what they are to be doing, handling them, talking to people and being nice… it takes a lot out of me. Control it the key word during the weekday…weekend it is about giving that up.
I like private time. Me doing what I want, when I want. Cat and Birdy will tell you- I am perfectly happy to spend all weekend by myself, not speaking to another living soul even. I refuse to do something with them on both days, needing at least one to just recharge.
But there is two things that you can piss me off about.
1- Fussing about me taking the day to clean my house, as I have been in some home they should go in and take the children out of. Add my problem with dust and breathing… lets just say if you only dust once a month, I can’t stay there, by the time I spend a hour I have a headache. And having the house clean, mopped, washed up makes me HAPPY and healthy. Its like my haven is ready for another week. Yes- I know…I can’t see myself living with anyone ever again. And I am soooo cool with that.
2- Telling me I should get out and do stuff on the weekend. Not a big party person, I don’t have to have people around me to be happy, accepted, or loved. I can do that on my own and better then anyone else. Why? Because I can at least stand myself, unlike others who I can’t stand to be around, or who sly remarks just piss me off, and waiting for others to show. Spring, summer and early fall is always hectic for me. Maybe in October I will have the need to do stuff, but right now I just need quiet time on my weekends.
What does get me out of the house? Work if I have to, Mommy if she needs me to do something, shopping for food or anything else I can’t order online to my door (I HATE to shop), my Birdy and Cat. And thank god those two understand when I want to “just stay in.”
So what do I do on Sunday? Usually if I have had a hard week or don’t feel well I will do what I plan to do this Sunday. Absolutely nothing but maybe cook and wash the dishes up. Maybe a hot wax treatment on my hands and feet, hot soak in the tub, play with the makeup, facial, nap.
Or it could be laying on the couch and watching the Robin Hood Season Two BBC that came in the mail this week. ;)
Yes- I know I am a sucky friend during the times most want to do something, summer and all. But give me the cool and down right cold of winter and I am there. lol
I am on the same page as you; my favorite parts about the weekend include the mixture of quiet relaxation, the therapy of "cleaning house", and a nice yummy cooking venture or two.
Never apologize for taking care of yourself and your needs. For most women we are taught to think of others, instead of ourselves. We all need to take time to do something for ourselves and you carved out a day to do just that. *hugs*
Email from sis. :)
00:46 Aug 15 2008 Times Read: 2,013
Due to the climate of political correctness now pervading America, Arkies, Cajuns, Kentuckians, Tennesseans and West Virginians will no longer be referred to as 'HILLBILLIES.'
You must now refer to us as...
APPALACHIAN-AMERICANS.
And furthermore ......
HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT WOMEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT
1. She is not a 'BABE' or a 'CHICK' - She is a...
'BREASTED AMERICAN.'
2. She is not a 'SCREAMER' or a 'MOANER' - She is...
'VOCALLY APPRECIATIVE.'
3. She is not 'EASY' - She is...
'HORIZONTALLY ACCESSIBLE.'
4. She is not a 'DUMB BLONDE' - She is a...
'LIGHT-HAIRED DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY.'
5. She has not 'BEEN AROUND' - She is a...
'PREVIOUSLY-ENJOYED COMPANION.'
6. She is not an 'AIRHEAD' - She is...
'REALITY IMPAIRED.'
7. She does not get 'DRUNK' or 'TIPSY' - She gets.
'CHEMICALLY INCONVENIENCED'
8. She does not have 'BREAST IMPLANTS' - She is...
'MEDICALLY ENHANCED.'
9. She does not 'NAG' you - She becomes...
'VERBALLY REPETITIVE.'
10. She is not a 'TRAMP' - She is...
'SEXUALLY EXTROVERTED.'
11. She does not have 'MAJOR LEAGUE HOOTERS' - She is...
'PECTORALLY SUPERIOR.'
12 She is not a 'TWO-BIT HOOKER' - She is a...
'LOW COST PROVIDER.'
HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT MEN AND
BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:
1. He does not have a 'BEER GUT' - He has developed a....
'LIQUID GRAIN STORAGE FACILITY.'
2. He is not a 'BAD DANCER' - He is...
'OVERLY CAUCASIAN.'
3. He does not 'GET LOST ALL THE TIME' - He...
'INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE DESTINATIONS.'
4. He is not 'BALDING' - He is in...
'FOLLICLE REGRESSION.'
5. He is not a 'CRADLE ROBBER' - He prefers...
'GENERATIONAL DIFFERENTIAL RELATIONSHIPS.'
6. He does not get 'FALLING-DOWN DRUNK' - He becomes...
'ACCIDENTALLY HORIZONTAL.'
7. He does not act like a 'TOTAL ASS' - He develops a case of...
'RECTAL-CRANIAL INVERSION.'
8 He is not a 'MALE CHAUVINIST PIG' - He has...
'SWINE EMPATHY.'
9. He is not afraid of 'COMMITMENT' - He is...
'RELATIONSHIP CHALLENGED.'
10. He is not 'HORNY' - He is
'SEXUALLY FOCUSED.'
11. It's not his 'CRACK' you see hanging out of his pants - It's....
Tosses in a large bottle of Rum to counteract both the day and all that cheese :) Love ya sugar.
23:53 Aug 10 2008 Times Read: 2,084
Rat slides under the front door of House of Umbrae Octo with a little effort, stands and wipes her belly off. She runs to the street, looks around, and using all the power of her little short puggy legs runs over to Lady C's Coven. She runs up to the door and knocks....and runs away as she hears the door opening.
She runs back to House Umbrae and slides back under the doorway, her butt catching on the door...wiggles a little...and gets stuck. "Help! Let me in!!" Cat comes up and sits in front of the rat, her tail coming around to tickle the rat's nose. "Ohhhh you just wait till I get out from under this door..."
Cat giggles, and Rat growls as she bats at the tail in her face.
Her version of sucking up was to snitch my diet pepsi and suck it up through the straw! But she did take me home and share her Witchblade dvd's, oh I miss that show! Thanks sugar.
So the Cat has made Dominar. Now I will never be able to play in the forum. And the shout box? Rat will have to be a saint. *rat frowns* In other words that is off limits to me too. lol
Hey CAT! I have 84 forum postings. You better leave those alone… warning you…*Rat gives evil eye*… I will be watching that count. No pay backs. *giggles*
I hate to have to roast a Cat.
*goes to stock up in cat nap*
All kidding aside you will make a great Dominar sis. You don’t anger easy, you love to read the forums, so it’s all good. Now I am coming over to rate you a one to easy you into the role.
The House of Umbrae Octo has let me in, and left me a plate of cheese. Now how cool is that? :)
No kidding I am happy they let me in, trust me enough to let me spend some fun time with one of my best friends. And others in the House that I have come to call friends, those I have talked to some, and others that I always wanted to meet.
Thank you to all who had a say in letting me into the House. I will try and not leave any rat holes behind. ;)
Been a long day for me. Dragged my butt out of bed as I had an uneasy night rest with a headache that would not go away. Then office to do some paper work, make a few calls. By 10:30 I was meeting with the cabinet maker. We have two rental’s homes empty and I knew on one I was going to bite the bullet and get new cabinets made. Yes- I have them made. By the time you buy the better ones at Lowes and have them put in you can do that with this man. Not only does he do great work but he is a big help on the designing part.
He did give me a strange look when I told him above the refrigerator I wanted a long cabinet that the door will fold down. Why? Cookie sheets, broilers, pans. Took him a moment to see it in his mind eye then he loved it. Same as I was when he figured out how to put the two lazy Susie in the corners. I really love that man.
As I stood looking at him, drawing out the plan for the cabinets, I decided about the other home. Those cabinets’ needs replaced, and while I am at it a new floor covering would not kill it. So I use the cell and call to pull the ad from the newspaper and stuck to my guns. After these two updates they are ready to put on the market. Windows, refrigerators, stoves, and the one dishwasher are within 5 years old, roofs within 6 years. One home has new carpet and flooring of less then a year. With these new cabinets they will raise in market value, and the company needs the write off.
So it was hours of picking the finish, the knobs and handle, counter tops. Ever watch Flipping Out on TV? That is me- they have to match the kitchen, the knobs need to match the sink and any future appliances purchases so it stainless steal, the counter tops had to have color but not one color that ties decoration into one color. So it’s a marble looking cabinet with a darker green/brown/ tans. He hands me a sample chain with at least 400 samples and tells me to pick. I told him I needed a drink. We ended up at his shop and man… that is a great place. I mean gods but he had a set of dark cherry wood cabinets I would have died for. That cabinet with frosted glass and lights inside… with a concrete counter top. Mmmm… anyway…back to my day.
Meet with a painter, electrician for a safety check, buying stove hoods and backsplashes, and two ceiling fans. Total spent today was $9,850.00. Take the $775.00 rent the two make and see why I most likely have a cold sore on my lip. See how long it will take to get the money back? Stress over these all night, but now that I did it… I know it was the right thing to do. And the time frame for cabinets is a month so they sit for a month with no rent coming in. Then its weekends showings to try and get them rented to people who do not have 8 kids, one job that is part time, or have bad credit as they leave owing people. Sorry but if don’t pay your electric, phone, gas, and cable bill you most likely don’t pay your rent either. Have to take pictures and show the work I have been doing to you.
Now to bed early as we have a bigger move in Lexington in the morning, with an older lady who husband has health problems. She is stress to the limit by the call I returned to her today asking questions. My job will be helping her with her husband as the boys do the work. She has no help as her sons did not come down as they promised. Ass holes- your mother is trying to get your father to a town that he can get medical help and you could not take a freaking ass few days off to help her pack and move? Fuckers… you both need kicked in the balls. *Rat takes a few calming breaths… and grabs a cookie*
You know what just gets on my nerves. Knick Knacks. That little figurines, the Precious Moments ones especially. Oh oh… and the ones that have the little fragile wands or handles? What the hell is that? And the little small tea sets? Why? Really… what is the use of these?
People think these are so cute but I find them to be ugly. Waste of space, an undesirable item in any home. Dust collectors they make me cough when I move them, giving me a headache when I have to deal with them for hours.
Porcelain dolls are not that bad, but still why would you need thirty six?
Why am I picking on all these little fragile, delicate crappy ass little things? Because I spent the day packing 9 dish packs of a Lieutenant Colonel’s wife collection that she has spent 45 years buying. 0.o Nothing but knick knacks and lamps, few smaller pictures. Picking them off the shelves, out of the six curio cabinets, tables, bathrooms, laundry room, kitchen and the three china cabinets she had in the 15 room three story home. Reach, wrap and bend over to put it in the deep carton. Stand up straight, and do it again.
And tomorrow I get to spend the day packing her 82 pictures. Yes- EIGHTY TWO.
I am not a fan of knick-knackery either. At ALL. I simply cant even be friends with people who collect beanie babies. One of our drag queen friends has over 300 barbie dolls and we are too scared to go to his house. We have very contemporary minimalist taste. A piece of paper looks out of place in our house and thats how we like it. =)
Let's go see the Cat.
18:22 Aug 01 2008 Times Read: 2,309
Rat stands at the door of The House of Umbrae Octo, the door huge as she looks up from the ground. She knew Cat stayed here, called it her home and she has been wanting to visit forever. One more time she will ask if she can come in, this time just for a visit.
Before she knocks to ask to visit, she spits on her paws and tries to lay her fur down at her face. She takes her paw and rubs at her teeth to attempt and make them clean. Looking down to see if she has any cheese crumbs on her chest and belly she pats her stomach off a little. She lifts one arm and sniffs her pit…and makes a funny face. Maybe a bath is needed within the next month or so.
She coughs to clear her throat, and rings the door bell to see if anyone is home…
*turns and flips off the bird as the door opens. Rat puts her hand down, lowers her head as she thinks it just had to be THAT second the door opens. She turns to see Priss, and gives her a sweet smile*
um you best be inviting a certain Birdy or at least let me borrow it.....or else a Rat will know the wrath of the beak..... :)
A Perfect Ten.
04:40 Aug 01 2008 Times Read: 1,812
Come into my mind; share my fantasy if you will…
See a beach, the ocean waves rolling in as the soft breeze strokes your hot skin as a lover would. The sand is tan with the blue sky above specked with white fluffy clouds. You hear a song… low at first then louder as you notice something coming toward you.
It a cubby little rat, her hair in braids with wooden beads in the Bo Derek style. She is trying to run, panting hard. Right as she notice you watching, she smiles…or tries to as she looks like she is ready to pass out from the heat, and she makes the famous move from the movie Ten.
She swings her head from the right to the left, the braids that are around her furry little head coming around… to slap her hard in the face. Rat lets out a very unlady like cuss word and stumbles… falling face first in the sand.
lol This craziness is brought to you by KCRC who was giving me hell for being in the top ten on here. A perfect Ten my ass. ;)
Wonder why I am awake? Well you know the Orkin Pest TV ad with the large roach that knocks on the door, asking to be let in? He came knocking… I ran him over with a tow truck.
Enough said I think.
*goes to rate to calm my mind, dull my imagination*
Rat went to sleep at 9:00pm last night so she would be rested for her 5:30am wake up. Storms waking her up several times in the night, but she is ready for work at 6:00am.
Driving in the storm for 100 miles, napping as everyone else ate at McD’s, Rat and crew arrives at the job a little before 8:00am.
Walking into the home you have the odor hit you first. Two large dogs and three kids with a mother who does not know what the hell a clean house is. Dog hair in little clumps on the carpet …but smell is something she is use to in people’s home. It is only after getting into the work of packing when she finds rat shit in the dresser drawers, roaches climbing the walls. When she removed the crib bedding- and roaches run is when she remembers this is the same bed the 4 week old was laying on when they came into the home. Rat is ready to throw up. Really people… WHF is that????
By 1:30 she is getting the papers sign, and Dad comes to Rat and tells her Birdy is on the phone. She tells him she will call her back but the little worry is planted- Birdy calling on Dad’s phone? Something is wrong as only a few people know how to reach her when she is on a job. Her cell is left in the car, only the office having Dad’s number. Is it her Aunt or her best friend who has been ill? Her parents? Cat?
She finishes with the customer, and leaves the hell hole to get in the pickup. Calling Birdy she gets her voice mail. As she follows the packing van at a light the clutch drops to the floor. Seems the motor they put into the work truck, the tie rods, transmission that was checked…left the only thing that could fuck up is the clutch. The spring, the little arm piece is broken. Well fuck.
Calling and checking on Birdy as she sends the men home in the pickup as her and her Dad stays to handle the truck and she gets the voice mail again. Then it starts to rain. Call to Rat’s sister who works in the town for a ride, she spends the next half an hour talking and listening to Dad, going over the repair here, or tow home, cost of towing. Dad wants it took to the Ford garage that we have used several times and had great results.
Going to the Ford Dealer Heavy Duty Garage they step up to ask about the repair, Rats father telling the man what broke, when the young man behind the counter says “1980? I don’t think anyone here even knows how to work on something that old.” That is when Rat, who is itching, stinky, sick to her stomach and just wants a fucking bath in bleach tells the man “Why don’t you just go find me a manager… think you are old enough to do that?”
Little fucker.... go change you diaper and get the hell out of my face. Rat bites her tongue... and knows it just the stress of the day.
But he does so with a sort of fear in his eyes, a manager who knows my father. He is happy to help; he even knew the truck model as he started working on trucks back in the 70’s. Not a problem. They talked about how they might have to pull the transmission to work on the part. Dad is happy- a man who knows what he is doing. All that is left is a tow. As asking about this Rat calls Cat to see if she heard from Birdy, would she call and check on her. A tow truck later and the poor little truck is left at the dealer to be repaired, should be ready by Saturday.
Now to get home. Sis takes Rat and her Dad home the 100 miles only to turn and go back so she can get her paper work done at her job that she had left to come help us. During which Cat and Birdy both call and it was nothing important and will leave me to my problems. At home Rat walks into her home, turns to her right and steps up to the washer. Striping everything off her she throws it all in the washer and adds soap. Straight to the shower and ten minutes later she steps out. That is at 6:48pm.
Rat drinks a nice cold beer at 6:49pm. Now to rate some then bed as work is at the same time in the morning… lets hope this one goes better, shall we.
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COMMENTS
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LadyChordewa
18:02 Aug 31 2008
sahahria
18:27 Aug 31 2008
YAY :D you will LOVE Dexter... he's muh hero ♥
Elemental
05:40 Sep 01 2008
If you DID order wigs.....Cat and I get to take pictures and POST them......:) evil laugh here