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your just like the rest of the asses here if you would look i dont come on this damn worthless site nomore because of ppl like you there is nothen wrong with pro it pisses ppl off so you fuckers dont like it the limmings pic is for all you suspend it all you want i dont care
My answer to him, checked by Radu to make sure I don't overstep...
As you do not come to this, as you put it in your own way of spelling "dont come on this damn worthless site nomore" then it's really not a issue, is it?
When you joined the site you agree to the term of the site's and its rules. If you are unhappy then please let me show you how to delete. We would never want anyone to stay on a site they are not happy with.
I was not pissed off by your profile- I really don't care what you say or place on your profile. What I do care about is the rules. You broke them- you get suspended. Nuff said.
You take this as a personal attack on your profile and what you have written and pictured there. How much you must think of it as I check an average of 200 a day- yours did not stand out to me in any way, sorry to bust that bubble you have going.
"the limmings" pic? Sorry I do not understand that part so I can not address your concern on it.
I see you have removed one of the two pictures I asked for you to remove. When you have the other one removed- contact any Sentoran to review and release.
Have a good night and enjoy the site you never come onto.
Phone rings and I pick it up. It’s the local police asking for a donation to the DARE program here, the drug thing that they do in school to try and teach kids to stay off drugs. We always give money to it and the State Police Trooper Island camp for kids. Those are my standing donations of the year for the business. Maybe something for a Christmas food drive if I have money to last the winter months.
So he starts his little song and dance as I try to bite my tongue. Not in the mood for bullshit- you know? “And Kay.. We thank you for the donation last year …” “We have eight officers on the program, who help out. I will tell you who they are -see if you know any…” I did- one gave me a ticket but I did not tell him that. “Do you have kids?” “No.” “Oh. Then you don’t know what we do….” and two minutes later I interrupt him and just ask “Are you looking for a donation Sir?” That made him pause. Hey- some people *points to self* would like it better if you just ask “Can you give us a donation this year?” Simple and direct. I like those kinds of people.
“Yes I am. Last year you put a half page ad..” “I will do the same this year.” “Ok then…” “Do I send you a check? Need me to drop it off?” “I can send you a bill of course. You can send me a check and a updated business card.” “Sure thing. Is that all?” He blessed me and we said good bye.
Why do people think you have to have the hard sales? I know he hung up saying “Well…she is a lot rude.” But hey… no need to waste both our times, right? State Police learned that- they just send me a notice my donation is needed. lol If only I could train the City now.
You should see what I do to normal sales people on the phone. I am not know as Rude Bitch for nothing. :P
Rat steps out of the front door of the House, arms full. She walks toward the front steps and stops, lowering what she held in her arms to the porch. She slowly places the pieces of crab cake down, moves back a few steps, places another one till she has a path the front door. She licks her paws, enjoying the taste of Otter’s favorite food as walks back to the edge of the porch.
Looking out over the Houses she sees the playground, knowing Otter was out there someplace. Rat lets out a low squeak of pain, missing her friend. She turns and go back into the house, giving one last look out before she closes the door, hoping to lure the Otter back home.
Yeah he has spoken to a couple of my coven members, asking the same questions. But I would have loved to see him handle the Rat!! lol
13:40 Oct 28 2008 Times Read: 1,664
Took a few months but yesterday and into late last night we got the kitchen cabinets in the two rental home. Yeah! Now for the painter to do some touch up, plumber to come in and hook up the sinks, dishwasher. And the electrican to hang the stove hoods and new lights I went at 6:30am to get at Lowes. Then- all is well in rental world.
This kitchen did not have the cabinets on the left side due to a window that had been closed off before. With a little friendly "But can't we.." to the cabinet man he was able to increase the kitchen counter, cabinets, and I got a stove hood. Now it looks like a kitchen. :)
Now this is the bigger house. Have to say tearing them old cabinets that was built in the 60's was great. The house is updated now. :)
Cabinet maker still owes me a few things- trim, bathroom cabinet, and some knobs...but its all coming together and the ladies who rent the homes LOVE them. :) Always a plus to any remodel.
I have a puppy sleeping in my office again. She has moved from the floor to the chair at my dad's desk. Makes me both sad and happy.
The song by the Pussycat Dolls was playing this morning- called When I Grow Up- was playing this morning when the boys came in. Two of them turned it up and gave us a show...dancing, singing, prancing around, shacking their shoulders like they had boobs. By the time they was done all the guys was doing the "ha ha ha ha ha." parts of the song. I laughted so hard I cried. The snaps they did as the song ended, hand on hips was the best.
I mean- these guys are big, husky, letting the winter fur on the face grow in...and they was acting like fools. :) They said "It was good to hear you laugh." to me. Guess I have not done a lot of that at work of late.
And I can't leave out my Birdy. Happy Halloween to my best friends. You both have kept me going these last few weeks, helping me to keep going on one day at a time.
Want to make the Cat crazy... when you laugh and she ask you what is funny- say nothing. Then when she ask you what you are up to... say in a sweet tone "Nothing" No really- what are you up to? "Nothing...I am not doing a thing." O.O
It drives her freaking crazy.
ROFL.
Because she knows I am up to something....
*evil laughter*
Then tell her "It want get you suspend... I think."
You ought to be ashamed of yourself for being mean to a woman who is used to kids saying nothing and me knowing it's something horrible! Just you wait!!!
Rat is awaken by the alarm clock she forgot to turn off…at the time she woke up early Friday. ----.---- She gets up to cross the room to turn it off, dragging out o bed, eyes still burning from lack of sleep. She beats the urge to throw it against the wall and makes a stop to the bathroom, climbs right back into her nice soft bed.
She moves into her sleeping position- on her right side, pillow tucked to her chest, arm up under the pillow her head rest on. One leg bent so the back does not hurt... takes a deep breath and ..
To lie awake.
She gets up and straightens out her blanket and sheet.
She throws the blanket off as its too hot.
She counts gothic sheep
She remembers the ghost show she watch just before bed, staying up late as she was sleeping till noon.
She wonders what a Dracula ball is like.
She wonders if she will ever be able to travel.
She pulls the blanket back on as she gets cold.
She notices the rain has stop.
She thinks of her dad.
She thinks how she needs to check the antifreeze in the trucks soon.
She thinks how she needs to get his pickup out and drive it some- been over a month.
She misses her dad and cries.
She makes herself stop and tries to think of something else.
She thinks of Mondays work
She thinks of her housework.
She thinks of the Halloween dec she wants to get out.
She thinks of the pumpkin she wants to crave today.
She thinks of a makeup idea.
She wonders if sis called insurance company and got the form E filled for her new certificate.
She turns to lay on her back and fucking realizes she is awake for the day after 5 hours of sleep, grumpy, pissed.
God Damn it!!
She pulls her laptop to her hours later to see if rating will help dull her mind so she can go back to sleep before the sunrise.
She wonders if she will ever get a good night sleep again.
and then I drag you out to go shopping for the day :)
20:22 Oct 24 2008 Times Read: 1,823
Did something on here that made me question myself. Worried about it all day... don't want to be part of the problem on this site, but to help it. Reason I said yes to the job.
Images helped me see that I had a good point, as the other person does. I wait for the final say.
But... thank you Images for making me see I had my reasons.
The very fact that you do question yourself and worry about decisions that shows you do care and are trying to do the very best job possible. You are honest and always willing to admit when you're wrong so please don't worry, you do good.
Trying to get him in the mood to dance for us some more in the bar.
;)
Lifted off of Flannery. :)
22:22 Oct 23 2008 Times Read: 1,873
you are darkolivegreen #556B2F
Your dominant hues are green and yellow. There's no doubt about the fact that you think with your head, but you don't want to be seen as boring and want people to know about your adventurous streak now and again.
Your saturation level is medium - You're not the most decisive go-getter, but you can get a job done when it's required of you. You probably don't think the world can change for you and don't want to spend too much effort trying to force it.
Your outlook on life is slightly darker than most people's. You try to see things for what they are and face situations honestly. You'd rather get to the point than look for what's good.
Sweet Pea...Hmm... right! Demon Pod is more like it.
18:11 Oct 23 2008 Times Read: 1,905
As some of you might know - the family has taken another dog in. A stray that is 7 months old, shy, has been beaten by someone before as she cringes when you try to pet her and she loves to snip at you. The vet called her a Basenji Mix. She is a sweet dog but my mom, who was the one that HAD to have it in her home, is the one who is in charge of training it. (Meaning sis is doing it for those who don't know)
Today we are putting new windows in Mom's house. (strange not calling it mom and dad's) Anyway- I got to dogsit. Meaning I have picked up trash that she has gotten out of the trashcans, I have had my shoes and pant legs snipped and chewed on. And she had torn my sweater sleeve. --.--
Like a child, she is cute when she is sleeping. Its only when she is awake that the demon pup comes out. Well...she does snore too. And burps in your face when she can.
So I bring to you.... Sweet Pea and the evidence that I have of how she is a demon pup.
LOL Well it's good to know I am not the only one who makes mistakes on comments. :) Yeap ...but have you seen this face without makeup? I need all the tools I can get.
Oh.. I would say I have about....40 lipsticks? About 30 glosses?
On my list of things to do today was to pay the property taxes. If you do them early you get discounts, so I pay for them in Oct. So I am standing in the sheriff’s office, watching the man going thru the twenty or so bills when he tells me two had already been paid.
“What?” I asked, knowing that was not right as I have paid these taxes for the last twenty years. “They was paid on Oct.16 by a check.” I looked at the bills he was returning to me, along with the checks. They was both Dad’s family farms.
They use to have a rental home (the old homestead) that the family rented out, use to grow some tobacco and all that money went to my mother- who in turn made sure the insurance, property taxes and repairs was done out of the money.
Thing is- the house is no longer rented but Dad always kept paying the bills even after the cash ran out. “Who’s check was it?” “I can’t tell you that from these forms. Who else would of paid it?” Well… I know a few but why? How? They had to of come up here and hunted the tax bill as they are mailed to me.
“Its my fathers family farm.” “Maybe he did.” He said so off the cuff. SLAM! Right in the chest the pain hit, tears started to push at the eyes. “No. My father did not, but someone else in the family had to. I will find out. Thank you.” I just wanted to leave. So I grab the bills and walked out to the car crying.
Can’t sleep…thinking about sheep. Not that thinking about sheep is keeping me awake. That would be Baaaaa. What? It’s almost 6:00 am, what do you expect?
So sheep. Black sheep. Jumping a fence. Or maybe tombstones. In the fog at night. It’s the new Goth sheep counting when you can’t sleep… thinking of sheep.
I like fog. It’s all peaceful and hidden like. Night, cold chill in the air, a black wool sweater as you walk in the graveyard. Mmmmmm... I like.
Ok.. I read all the rules again and again... I have asked poor LadyC a thousand questions last night and already called on Radu and Joli for help. lol
But I am ready. Good night sleep (I will not say all the reading of rules put me to sleep but ...well it did) and now I am ready to start my duties.
*Rat stands and rubs her paws together* Just point me in the right direction and I will get started. :)
So if you see a Rat in your last ten- its just me checking. I might not rate as I really don't need to on this account, and I don't have a nice stamp to leave ya. It's just me...doing what I agreed to do for the site.
*rat slowly backs away from the cat* Now now… you know I have a job to do. No need to get your hair all puffed up like that.”
*Rat holds her hands in front of her as Cat growls* Now come on…you broke the rules. I tried to message you and you was offline. I tried to call you but you would not answer.
*Rat hit’s the wall as the cat nose comes within a inch of her little face*
You would not want me to play favorites would you? I mean…its just a little suspension.”
*Rat takes a deep breath as Cat lowers her face to look her in the eyes* Besides… Lady C made me do it. In a way you should be honored. You was my first suspension. Kind of special that. Right?
*rat grins…and darts between the cat’s paws, running for her rat life*
And Cat's answer: "Unsuspend me you cherry busting asshat!!!! *snickers*
Grief works in funny ways. My own has went from shock, coldness as I blocked the pain to do what had to be done, horror, pain and a terrible feeling of loss. The only other person close to me that I have lost was my Aunt. And that loss was…is about anger. Anger toward those who killed her. I am unable to get past the anger to know that loss. I have come to admit that and accept it as I can not change it.
But Dad… I know he had a great life, 81 years of doing what he loved most days. Family he always wanted. Just… he was in great physical shape- better then me most days. It was so sudden. My mind knows he had a great life but my heart is broken. I have never had this type of loss- this empty space inside me. I know… I know- he is with me always. But that does not fill the space.
Then we have the people around me. I catch my family crying at times and I understand. I know the hurt they are feeling but I try to bring them back to the everyday life things- from work, food, to color of their hair even. It pulls them out of the sadness for a little while. Is that wrong of me? Should I let them fell the pain, let them cry? Is it selfish of me to not want to see them cry?
It’s the hardest when people in town, people who have not seen me since Daddy’s passing. Out of the blue they tell me how sorry they are, how they thought the world of him. That is the hardest as that pain just hits me in the chest and I can’t breath. I know they don’t mean to bring it back and I fight the tears and say thank you. Always thank you…as my mother taught me. Not the “Why the fuck did you have to say that? Can’t you see I am trying to get on with my life?!”
And that is it- the main point I needed to get to. Why do I feel as if I am pushing dad away? Why do I feel like I am not giving my family time to grieve? Or myself for that matter. Why do I feel like I am being selfish and unloving wanting to say that to people? Why do I just feel like screaming at the top of my lungs to leave us alone?
When does the grief of losing my daddy stop and my life start again? I know I will never lose this pain, this loss as he will always be missed by me. But when does the guilt of wanting to move on stop?
The only answer that works sis is stop feeling guilty for your feelings. No one can know how they will handle grief ahead of time so only those who have felt the loss you have understand that your feelings are valid no matter what they are for they are how you will get through the hard times now and on to where the good memories outnumber the pain of loss.
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22:32 Oct 19 2008 Times Read: 2,283
Took a few attempts but I finally got the sexy witch makeup the way I wanted it.
Happy Halloween!
**Sorry guys- I had to edit this. The slideshow was not working so I just posted the pics. Thanks for the comments.**
*looks around as if she is watching her back, her eyes shifting to view the area around her*
I would watch yourself around her. I joked with her just a few days ago about all the complaining she was doing about the snow she was having. And she told me she was going to do a spell and send me cold weather.
No…it’s true. She did…she did. And this morning- it is in the 60’s. All weekend its going to be cold. Even colder at night.
*rat clings to your sleeve tightly*
She is a real witch I tell ya. So what ever you do- don’t make her mad. Or she will turn you into a toad or a emo chicken or something like that. Or maybe a rabid turtle. You just never know with that warped mind of hers.
*looks up at you with her eyes wide*
Don’t laugh…I am telling you… she has powers. So be nice to her. I know I will from now on. Remember…watch your back around her.
*Rat looks left, then right…then upward. She let’s go of your sleeve, sinks low and runs off to warn the others*
I heard they were keeping you in reserve for the really hard questions lol
15:37 Oct 16 2008 Times Read: 2,410
I have a puppy sleeping behind me, on the floor in my office. The puppy that is a stray- running around the street. The same puppy that my sister has called Brandy. That is the name of my dad's childhood dog that he loved so much.
It looks like a red fox- small, likes to bite and chew on you or your pant legs. And I swear it has given me fleas. *scratchs her head* And it barks when it wants something- which is ALL the time. When you pet it she will sneak a little bite on your hand. Little demon... :)
It sounds like someone has *claimed you*... you may try to resist, but you will fail.
Yes bring on the pictures :D
14:49 Oct 16 2008 Times Read: 2,429
In my job I get to visit and work in a lot of different homes. I was being paid to go into a home in a few towns away from me to make a estimate on the cost of a move. They were moving out of state and that had another mover calling me to just be the eyes for them, see what was needed to complete the move. It was a easy $100.00 so I went.
I meet the real estate lady at the customer’s home as I understood it just sold and the items had to be moved within 30 days. Customer had already left for the new job.
I walked in with the lady and was in the kitchen. First I notice the odor- the home had been shut up for a while it seems. I asked a few questions about the stove, ref when I notice she was still standing at the door. Within a minute she asked if she could go back outside to make a call- her cell did not work well in the home. Usually people want someone to watch a stranger in their home but… “Sure. I will only be a few minutes.”
So I started opening the kitchen cabinets to see how much packing was involved and notice the dust on the counter tops. It had been a while since anyone lived here. I kept going room by room, noticing the home just felt sad to me. But any home that did not have “life” in it does to me. In the child room I found toys just laying around. As in they are just left sitting on the floor. I thought it was funny as they did not take the child’s toys with them. Or pick them up as they was trying to sell the house.
I moved into the master bedroom and open one of the two closets. The strong odor of roses hit me in the face. I stepped back, looking around as I felt like someone had joined me. No one was in the room. I said hello and no one answered me. Looking back into the closet I realized I was looking a women clothing and the rose smell must have been her perfume. The other closet held man’s clothing. It hit me these people must all be clothing hogs as the closets did not seem bear at all.
I returned to the living room and walked to the head of the stairs that lead to the basement. I could not find the switch for the light and that is when I had my first “Don’t want to be here” feeling. Looking down into that darken stairway I felt fear. I shook my head and told myself its just the darkness that is making me feel that way, air getting colder. I went down the stairs, hand running along the wall to almost at the bottom I found a switch. Lights… wonderful lights.
The basement was a half finished one. Large room with some closets/storage rooms off it. And it was cooler then the rest of the house. The large room had a living room set with a larger TV. Toys laid all around the floor. Wondering how they sold the house with all the toys I started opening the doors off the room. When I set up to the last one- the one right at the bottom of the stairs I felt it again. Someone was watching me. I looked up the stairway and spoke “Hello?” Was it the real estate lady? Nothing.
I put my hand on the door and the feeling of not wanting to be there hit me in a strong wave. Something had happen in this house. Something bad. And what ever it was happen in this room or at the bottom of the stairway. I drop my hand from the door knob, looking around to assure myself I was alone. Prep talk time as I told myself to open the door, get the job done with and over. Just do it… I put my hand on the cold door knob, as the others in the room had not been that cold and open the door quickly.
It was the laundry room. A outside door let some light in as I stood at the doorway. The scent of roses came to me and I knew what ever happen it happen to the lady. The toys laying around, the clothing. They had left in a hurry. Like they had not been back since it happen. The fear in me was growing…getting were I wanted to run. I looked around the room, never stepping in and closed the door. Safe to say I did not waste any time turning the lights off and getting back upstairs. I step out the kitchen door and took a deep breath, the rose odor leaving me.
The real estate lady was sitting in her car in the driveway. She asked me to lock the door for her. I turned the knob, and shut the door. I joined her at her car and she asked me if I got all that I needed and I said yes, thank you. She looked at the home and said the house always gave her a creepy feeling. “I always remember what happen when I had to show it.” “What did happen?” I asked- seeing if she would tell me. “The wife had a heart attack. Young too- only in her early 30’s. The poor baby was with her for hours before her husband came home to find them.” I looked back at the home and knew where she had died.
I said goodbye to the lady and she left me as I walked toward my car. Once settled in I gave the house one last look and hoped the rose lady would find peace once new owner moved in. Maybe it was the house- needing new life and new energy to replace those moments of death. I said a silent blessing and drove away.
How sad...I'd like to think she was just saying....once this was mine.
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13:08 Oct 16 2008 Times Read: 2,432
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03:06 Oct 16 2008 Times Read: 2,452
So Cat said she always looks the same as far as her make up goes. Well tonight I got to play a little and changed that for her. She liked my "gothic" witch that I did so....
This is Cat with the same look just a lot more sexy. ;)
I still can't believe you got me to look like that but sexy *snorts* that's stretching it I did score the scary though :) Thanks I had a lot of fun sugar
Hey- you was the one who sit and watched me try the green eyed witch look for over a hour last night. lol To bad I did not have the right shades of green eyeshadows to make the look work. :(
Oh well.... it was still fun. And learned a few things as I played.
And can I say- Your eyes freaking rock in those pictures.
lol Ask Cat- I said if we got you to do this we could have matching pictures. :)
Yes- I got wig and makeup all ready for you.
22:06 Oct 15 2008 Times Read: 2,483
I just read DarknessBound journal. She sounds so nice and a fun lady that I only read about here and there. Then I see the vamp box talk about her little ghost pic.
Sooo... how much trouble do you think I would get in if I was to say "But it looks like a little sperm. I was thinking it was a prevention ad."
O.o
See- that is why I keep to myself on here. Few people would get my dumb humor.
DB will laugh her ass off at that comment VW...she has a great sense of humor. She's a really funny girl.
Day shaping up really good for me...
19:59 Oct 15 2008 Times Read: 2,499
These people have been making my day.
1. Message from the Meeper is always nice to find. :)
2. Was at the bank when Cat walked up to me in the drive thru. Yes- we live in that small of a town. She gave me this coffee mug that had a rat face down inside, its butt up in the air. When you make a sound it turns on- the little rat legs start to work, tail spins and the sound of drinking. A deep sigh...then a burp. :) It was soooo me. People in the bank thought we was crazy but I loved it. She is coming over and we are going to play a little with makeup on her. What to do her up as? Hmmm....
3. I got a card in the mail today from a woman that I respect and love so very much- Joli. I can only say thank you with a hug. I put it in my desk so I can read it when I am just having a bad day.
So we had a funny message, a rat burping, a victim to try make up on tonight and a very sweet note from a dear friend.
Seeing Moonie art work back and Otter's model pictures a few days ago makes me want to share my upcoming profile pic. Going to build the profile around it as its the view of life right now for me as we enter the darker side of the year.
Took these Sunday, been editing on them some... best I can do at least. :) And yes that is one of the wigs I "sleep shop" one morning. And some goth white makeup I found in the database. Not the best..but it was alright.
So we have a new sport in our office. Its called tag team pissing. The phone books have been here the last few weeks and when the ladies who put the books into the little plastic bag comes into the office, they use our clean bathroom.
Two at a time for the one toilet. The other stands at the door, just standing. I watch them…but when the other comes out this one sometimes don’t even go into the bathroom.
What the hell? Toilet such a scary place you have to tag team it? Or is it us?
Be so happy when you are gone…you strange five women you.
*grins*
Could you not see it? One running out and tagging the other’s hand as she waits squatted down, stopping in mid swing into the bathroom to ask “Why is your hand not damp? Did you not wash your hands? Ewwww!” “Go! Go!! Get that toilet before it moves on ya. Watch the toilet paper- it’s the double thick kind.” A Xena warrior cry from the one going in…
Ok- I need sleep. Or a drink. Hard to pick which one I want more right now.
You know I might of got it the first time they went looking for the bathroom but once they discovered it was in a room with a door that locked near the office where the women who run the firm work I got lost in their weirdness... Hey wait are you hiding chocolate in that toilet now?
Maybe they just need mental support for going to the bathroom. Some people have that condition. Or maybe they are secretly spying on you trying to find a moment when you step away to rummage through your desk. Never trust phone book ladies. Never.
Message to send out as a Acolyte.
20:03 Oct 13 2008 Times Read: 2,620
You must contact a VR Sentoran about this.
When you logged into VR; you were taken to a welcome page. This page provided the following information:
Who suspended you
When you were suspended
Why you were suspended
You can click here for a list of all Vampire Rave Sentorans
-or-
You can click here to see if a Sentoran is on-line. Sentorans are identified with beneath their Avatar.
This song makes me want to weep from my core. The pain, the memories of a summer where I was not only introduced to James Taylor, he became the voice of my spirit.
Carolina on my mind.
While the greif and truth of essence are so plain, so is the spirit of humanity. Thank you for this reminder.
I will never, ever stop missing my father. He was a powerful influence in my life. I can't stop thinking about how much more I could have learned from him had he been here longer.
16:09 Oct 12 2008 Times Read: 2,698
Been asked what the Acolyte test is like. Cancer would make one hell of a teacher as he expects you to know the rules backward, forward, inside and out. But it’s not only that. Example:
Tim is on a bus with 19 people. He offer 12 of them an orange and 9 takes them. Of those- four eats the oranges and the others keep them for later but for one who gave his to another person on the bus. Five hours later the bus trip is over. Of the ones who ate the oranges that Tim gave out how many seeds was in the oranges?
lol Ok it’s not that bad but seriously that is Cancer’s mindset on this test. Know it…study it before you ever decide to take it.
And I still have one question I think I missed floating in my head that I need to find the answer to. I asked Cat and she said one thing and I said another. One of us will look it up just to prove the other wrong I am sure.
I will say one thing- the test pissed me off enough to make me try it again. Damn thing was not going to beat me. lol
Congrats! I've taken it like four times and have failed each time with 80%...there's just something that I'm not getting right. I need to do more studying.
What can I say? Otter and me have fun anyplace we get together. Just think...if we had drinks to go with us? lol
23:45 Oct 09 2008 Times Read: 2,841
Member hypno. Really.. what is his problem? I was not out of lurking on TheRat for ten mintues and I got the whole "In past lives you was my Queen as I was the Dark Lord. I wish to get back to my vampire roots. I used my voice to tell if they are our dark children...."
The guy is bonkas! He reminds me a bit of Don Quixote in his delusions. And like Don Quixote I think I would give up some of my sanity to live in his world of chivalry.
Yes it will be. Sure I will have my days of slience, sad times. But VR and my family here I do miss. I need my place that I don't have to think.... you know?
VR is that for me.
What you get for sending a man to do a woman's job...
12:30 Oct 09 2008 Times Read: 2,884
Applying for a Job at the CIA
A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an assassin. These highly classified positions are hard to fill, and there's a lot of testing and background checks involved before you can even be considered for the position. After sending some applicants through the background checks, training and testing, they narrowed the possible choices down to two men and a woman, but only one position was available.
The day came for the final test to see which peson would get the extremely secretive job. The CIA men administering the test took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow our instructions whatever the circumstances," they explained. "Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The man looked horrified and said, "You can't be serious! I could never shoot my wife!" "Well," said the CIA man, "you're definitely not the right man for this job then."
So they brought the second man to the same door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances," they explained to the second man. "Inside you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The second man looked a bit shocked, but nevertheless took the gun and went in the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes; then the door opened. The man came out of the room with tears in his eyes. "I tried to shoot her; I just couldn't pull the trigger and shoot my wife. I guess I'm not the right man for the job."
"No," the CIA man replied, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."
Now they only had the woman left to test. They led her to the same door to the same room and handed her the same gun. "We must be sure that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances; this is your final test. Inside you will find your husband sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill him." The woman took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even closed all the way, the CIA men heard the gun start firing, one shot after another for 13 shots. Then all hell broke loose in the room. They heard screaming, rashing, and banging on the walls. This went on for several minutes; then all went quiet.
The door opened slowly, and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat the son of a bitch to death with the chair!"
During these last few weeks its seems everyone is concern about going to church. More that my father did not go to church on Sundays. I can remember my cousin, who has a past of drinking, drugs, and leaving his child for others to support, coming up to me and saying “So and So told me that Tommy said he was saved. I guess we will have to take his word for it.”
I almost bite my tongue in half from that little comment. People pushed dad to go to church and if he wanted to go he would of. But dad always believed in it this way- sitting in a church makes you a Christian as much as sitting in a garage makes you a car. You did not need the four walls to be what god wanted you to be. Dad lived his life that way. And I know he believed in god. And he had seen enough of the good going church folks screwing people over the other six days to know it did not mean anything.
“When I asked him about being saved he always said something about sunsets, that you would know what that means” I do, and I was not sharing it with this dick head. They can believe what they want, I know what he meant. And to me its not something dad wanted shared or he would of told them himself. He probable thought they would make fun of him, tell him he was wrong.
Back when I was just out of high school I was in a truck with dad, who was driving. We was on a rural road, a man sleeping between us. I was watching the sun coming up and told dad to look. “That is god saying morning to you.” he told me. I remember saying it was a shame that mom, sisters and brother never got to see this, not like us as its common for us to be driving as the sun rises. Even the men with us most likely slept thru them. He looked at it as I watched him, then he looked at me and said “You can’t see that beauty and not know there is a god.”
Today I understand why I love a sunrise, and think of the many me and Daddy shared, saying it was God saying hello. They bring light, a new start to your day. It was one of the many things I shared with my father that I miss. All sunrises will remind me of him, and that god is saying hello to me. He might not of parked his butt in a church pew on Sundays, but I would put his believes and actions against any “saved” person out there.
So here is to the sunrise, and to my father who showed me the beauty of god.
Your Dad was real, he didn't fake his faith to be popular in town, gain business success or any of the dozens of other reasons we know people park it in those pews for every week that have little to no belief in God or anything good. To be honest you can have a much easier mind as to where's he's at now simply because he believed truly without trappings or benefit from it.
My dad always said that when it rained with the sun shining, that I must have done something funny, cause God was laughing so hard he was crying...
I think your dad and my dad would have been alot alike, and I think I would have loved your dad just as much as mine...
20:46 Oct 08 2008 Times Read: 2,924
Who needs a baby cam when you can have a Mommy cam? My mom is not able to get around much. The trip from her bedroom to the chair in the living room is about as far as she can walk, about twelve feet. If she needs to go to the bathroom or any place else in the home she calls on us to take her in the wheelchair. She has a electric scooter but that...lol... lets just say she will not use it and leave it at that.
After Dad died we was concern about her being alone all day, even during the times she is in her chair or walking to her room for a nap. At 80 she can fall and it be hours before she is found. She has the alert system thing on her necklace that she pushes and it calls 911, then a long list of other phones numbers.
But still…
So in comes the Mommy cam. I am watching her sitting in her chair, head tilted to the side as she sleeps, CNN playing in the background with a loud snore coming ever so often. I am only about 50 ft from my office door to the door of her home but still… it’s a comfort to see her, knowing she is alright.
But let my say this- she had Long John Silvers for lunch and she has burp and farted since. Glad its not smell cam. O.o I am so my mommy’s girl. Lol And if you joke with her and ask her to do a trick, or wave…well…lets just say she was always good at that one finger wave.
It’s fun teasing her…my little screen star that she is.
You know with aging parents that many will find themselves caring for at some point this may become a very popular item. Perhaps you should get a patent on it now o-0
PS I'm going tell her what you said about LJS's *evil laugh*
Yes Sir- I gave myself the time to be a little creative. Funny how calming it is to work with codes when two years ago I could not even change the font. Hehehee
They're just trying to make sure you don't find the chocolate stash!
21:43 Oct 06 2008 Times Read: 3,059
Sitting here waiting for the tow truck. Yes- spent the freaking day trying to get the truck to start. I had the wrong parts, then got the right ones. Still it would not start. My guy worked on it, I called in another repair man who was stumped as to why it would not start. I called on another and told him what it was doing and he said it might be the timing belt.
Trust me- that is not good. And it sure the hell is not something you can fix on side of the road. So...I am waiting for the tow truck. $100.00 hook up fee, $4.00 a mile at 180 miles.....yeap- good bye any proffit made from this move. *sigh*
But I did learn a lesson. I am not my father and do not know trucks and parts. And that is alright. I have my strong points and my weak points, as he did.
If we stay in the business it time to buy newer equipment. Yes- our are older, Yes they are in great shape (but when they don't work) I mean they are not junk. Dad kept them up really well. But it also took all his time to do so.
I can not, will not do that. I love trucks but hate doing the repairs to them. So that means we are going to look for at least one newer truck- maybe a 2004 or so. At the most our truck haul about 12,000 lbs a load, so we don't need any big motor or all the fancy tricks.
But for now- let's see what the news brings us. Might not be the time to put myself in a $20,000.00 hole.
It's very smart of you to consider these things instead of blindly wanting to be exactly like you're Dad.
You made up for his weak points as he did for you. Now you need to figure out how to make it on your own. You're really strong sis, things will be okay because you have a great head on those shoulders.
Damn it sis I know the towing was the last thing you wanted to do but you know I agree with getting a truck you can count on and one that you can get parts for without all this trouble.
Well...onwards and upwards they say eh?...congrats to you...hey...does this mean that you won't be returning anytime soon to UO?...:D
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00:53 Oct 05 2008 Times Read: 3,138
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23:43 Oct 04 2008 Times Read: 3,147
3-6-9
The goose drunk wine.
The monkey chewed tabbaca (tobacco)
On the street-car line.
The line broke,
And the monkey got choked...
And they all went to Heaven in a little rowboat!
*clap* *clap*
This little funny is from one of the newest Regents on VR.
O.o
The one who was a Master Vampire?
O.O
The one who was the Master of House Eternal?
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Do I have to spell it out for ya? Imagesinwords
What? You think she is all sour grapes and mean?
Then you have no idea how funny this lady really is. Or just how nice she can be if you need her help. I know- she always helps me when I ask, has kept me from making mistakes, keeping me out of hot water. I am honored to know her as a friend. :)
I don’t know much about the in and outs of financial planning, economics of the world. And this is just me saying what I think so I am sure its not what the “smart educated” folks would say about this. But….
Why should we bail out the banks? Why are we helping out business that are having problems staying open? From the car dealers to the air lines…why?
I know a man who rented a house from us who made $19,000 a year at a job he had been at for less then a year. He owed nothing but an old car. The bank gave him a $79,000.00 loan. He brought a small home and a new SUV. I am sorry but….how? How were they thinking he was going to pay them back? How the hell did they see him being able to??
He lost his home and big SUV about a year ago. He told me the cost of gas a week was $80.00. See- I just don’t get it. He blamed the government. Ok…sure. But they did not make you use a tank of gas a week. They did not make you keep the tank. They sure the hell never made you keep the house. You did that. You spent more then you could make. Simple enough- you over spent.
I see it all the time- every child has to have its own room, bathroom, tv, cell phone. They have to have sports, dance class, and lord knows what else. They have to have the latest tech thing out there. Well I was raised with a sister in my room. 5 kids with four bedrooms. I never had my own room till I was 14 when my room mate sis went to collage. You don’t need those big huge houses to live. And sports was trying to catch up with my older sisters and brothers, hand me down toys and clothing. Don’t get me wrong- I was spoiled. But not like the kids of today. I mean…. Come on. The cost of these things, fuel to go back and forth, the clothing and equipment needed. When do these people realize they are just digging themselves into a hole?
But now its over- the end is here. So why should we bail them out? The banks take the chance- they have the homes for the money they loaned. That housing boom is coming back to bite you in the ass, right? Well you made it. You handed out money left over right to people, giving them credit cards and just let them go deeper and deeper in debt.
You have the homes, the cars, all those big items people brought years ago… why are you bitching? It’s like a race horse- you took the chance, you lost. Maybe you should of not given people who could not afford it…maybe you should not of bet on the worst horse in the race… maybe you should keep your hands in your own pocket and not in the ones who knew not to buy into this “American Dream” you sold at bargain prices.
I just don’t see why we have to help you. People go out of business, people lose jobs. Hard times are ahead. So you say we have to bail you out. Gosh…that will not put a stain on me, or any of the other tax payers. No… that would not be spending good money after bad. No sir. Let’s spend money to help you out… but wait… wouldn’t that just put me in the same sinking boat. I say lets stand on the shore and watch the people sink, see them swim to the shore a little smarter. Life does not come with a bail out, why do you think you should get one?
Anyone with a lick of sense knew it was coming- when a man who made $19,000.00 a year was living like he made $40,000.00. I don’t know when it started- this fantasy land where people like him could float on the credit cards…but I do know when it ended.
The bell had tolled.
And I for one don’t want to pay for the fucking bell.
The banks are greedy and stupid. The government is lazy. The consumer is wasteful. Now you have to pay because if banks stop and nobody invests your friend with the $19,000 job won't have a job, and that is a much worse situation.
It is so much easier to wait for a window of opportunity to blame some one else. The same people make a big deal over Welfare, yet when they need the emergency funds, they feel entitled to it.
Living the American Dream on credit.. don't act surprised when it turns into a nightmare.
LordV and I were watching the news last night and we found this little tid bit interesting.
The CEO of Wachovia was given 11 million as a severance package, including the signing bonus of 7.5 million dollars that he got when he took over, only a couple months ago.
Notice, I said severance package. They are giving him 11 million TO LEAVE!!!!!
The lesson of why the markets need regulation sure is a costly one to learn. Here's a drink for unending debt and hopefully an economic strategy that will prevent this type of lending to ever occur again.
22:36 Oct 01 2008 Times Read: 3,198
While nothing is right in the my world it took a step toward it today.
Little Red is home. :)
1986 Nissan 4x4 pickup daddy brought me as a gift when I was 19. I wanted to junk it, he refused and put it in the shop. That was a month ago- finding parts was a job and a half. Daddy said he would pay to have it rebuilt, gaskets, heads worked on. That he wanted to keep it.
I will pay the bills and be grateful that he did it. Its like a little of my father was with me when I drove it home. I just wish he was with me, sitting in the seat beside me.
It's the little things after the fact that remind us why we love as much as we do. The truck sounds like a well taken care of classic.
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22:26 Oct 01 2008 Times Read: 3,201
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20:50 Oct 01 2008 Times Read: 3,208
I saw him around noon- the little worm across my office. About half a inch, brown. Not a night crawler but more like a caterpilar one. It slowly worked it way from the door way over to my desk.
Boys came in and I stop them from stepping on him. If he worked that hard to cross the room- I will let him.
Maybe I should take him outside? Its mighty cold at night now.
Yesterday I went to talk to a man about tires. Two of them, front stearing tires for a truck. A truck that we don't use but on local moves. (small motor- no power- cheap on fuel)
I went to a well known dealer in town as that is the place Dad had been buying his tires. Salesman (which I hate sales people) kept saying I needed this and that, $530.00 a tire. I was not paying that. Then one of the owner came over and he told me to bring the truck in, he would check it for me.
That was this morning's job.
He agreed with me the tread was fine, but the tire was dry rotting around the rim. While it was a radial tire and not that big of a concern he did teach me how to tell the age of a tire. These are 10 years old and should be replaced. I like when I learn something about trucks, and this is a man who knows enough to teach me.
So he tells me he has some used but good tires. From a motorhome. Then we waited...giving me a look. I asked how old. He smiled like I pasted a test and he told me 6 years. Now...my tires did not wear out, they rotted from sitting, not used. Why would I want tires only 4 years younger. "But it they are that old and not dry rotted then they have been used on the road- tread not the best." He laugh and said I was Tommy's girl alright.
Test....great...freaking test. Grrrr...
He patted me on the back and told me what he had and what he would do. I agrees and paying $350.00 a tire/ $700.00 for some nice tires to dry rot ten years from now, with tread still good.
But no... I got my pay back. As I stood by the truck I notice a purple stain. I looked and can see the build up of wet stuff on the stearing arm. "So what is the purple color fuild that is leaking?" He looked, and by this time we had two more men with us. "Power Stearing" he answered and bent to look at the spot I was seeing. "And the rub spot on the bar? Pressure from when they turn the wheel to tight, putting pressure on that seal, making the leak?" All three men agreed with me.
I got another pat on the back for that.
Yeah me for having the common sense to know what a stearing arm is and when its leaking that is a seal. And for knowing when I see a shinny metal in a area that is dirty that means something is rubbing it. Only thing that could would be the truck tire when turned as far as it could go.
Rushing this morning I drove a few towns away to make a estimate. Thousand things going on in my head I step up to the door and found this pink rose plant. Water was on it from the fine mist, rain from this morning. It took me back- the beauty that was in the little spot of ground between the driveway and the front steps to this condo.
During our meeting I keep trying to remember if my camera was still in the car, seeing that pink rose in my mind. Did I even notice if any fall leaves this morning? The fog over the hills? I know I didn't...and that made me sad. Dad taught me to enjoy the beauty around me, sunrises was our favorites.
After I finished I asked got permisson to take a picture of the rose, still as breath taking as when it first came into my eyesight. On the way home I took the time to stop at my little hide a way, and took some pictures on the way home.
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