"Say, does this look funny to you?"
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
A Change Is Gonna Come
Ummm, yeah. It looks different, I know. I figured with all the craziness of past, I'd feel better if I changed the page here. I needed it. IT needed it.
I'll give you the short version: I have found a new home and it is very nice and VERY CHEAP. For the first time in a good while, I'll actually be able to save a few dollars for, say, bills.
To everyone who cared and to all concerned, thanks. I'll tell you more hopefully on Monday.
Oh, and I'm not done with the new look yet.
Friday, October 03, 2008
Rally 'Round The Flag
You know, none of the events of the entire week wouldn't be so bad if my sinuses weren't running like Wile E. Coyote down Route 66. I hate my nose right now and everything around it. The last thing I need is to go to some prospective new place and I look like a running faucet while sneezing all over the place.
Despite the jokes, it really has been a tough week but I'm going on. With the help of my brother Anthony, we've found a few places that could take me in here in town. However, the good ones that will have to have a credit check and criminal background to accept me. Now that the eviction notice has gone though, I've been screwed twice. That means that I will have to find other, lower end places and Anthony would have to sign in his name. I have seventy-two hours until the disposession takes place, so we're moving everything tomorrow and Sunday to his garage. We'll see what happens from there.
I also received a donation in my Pay Pal tip jar from someone who's name I'm not sure I should say here or not. I truly wasn't expecting it and did not ask, but I guess if you have a Pay Pal button on your blog, at some point someone's going to come along and put something in here other than gum. To that person, I say God/Budda/Muhammed/Pesci bless you for your help and I am forever in to debt as much as I am the landlords. If anyone wishes to make a donation, then by all means please use the Button on the right of your screen. If you don't (and I understand if you don't), then do me this favor:
I know that the Amercian economy is more screwed up as a fourteen year old girl when it comes to dating and the President has signed off on the bailout. Times are hard for everyone except that elite 10%. The disabled and elderly with fixed incomes may be getting the worst of the pain and suffering that Americans feel. To that I say please help them in this time of need. Whether they're friend or family, those are the ones that may need the most support. Hug your child, kiss your spouse and most importantly, keep fighting. Don't let the bastards keep you down no matter what they do to you. Thanks for your time and friendship and I'll talk to you all soon.
Monday, September 29, 2008
I wanted to be tongue and cheek with the title for this but today I can't. Just when I think I have things worked out, I now get hit with news that I have been evicted from my home. It's something that I did not expect, although I have been behind in my rent for the past few months. It was actually over two years time and I have made attempts to catch up. However during the Summer, things began to become difficult and I did my best to cover my bils as much as possible, to the point that my bank account has become overdrawn. Usually, I try to smile and keep my head up whenever things go from good to bad, but at this point there's nothing to shine here. The economy has become a joke, gas and food prices are at an all time high and the struggle of one man on disability can be devestating. I have at least a week to find a new home under 600 dollars a month (my current rent) or pay off my overdue rent to stave off collectors, which I don't have available. Hence the eviction. I will suspend posting until further notice and concentrate on the problem at hand. If you need to reach me, my email address is email@example.com, where I will try to do my best to answer any and all questions that you may have. Until I return, keep smiling. Thanks and I hope to talk to all of you during better times.
Labels: my life
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Paul Newman 1925-2008
“You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning: 'Holy Christ, whaddya know - I'm still around!' It's absolutely amazing that I survived all the booze and smoking and the cars and the career.”
"He was smiling... That's right. You know, that, that Luke smile of his. He had it on his face right to the very end. Hell, if they didn't know it 'fore, they could tell right then that they weren't a-gonna beat him. That old Luke smile. Oh, Luke. He was some boy. Cool Hand Luke. Hell, he's a natural-born world-shaker."
Friday, September 26, 2008
Re: That whole "break" thing...
Okay, I couldn't do it. I couldn't take the break. I knew that I would get fat and lazy and I would watch The Travel Channel all day.
I got a phone call from South University to ask whether I was planning on going this Fall and I said that I had no idea if there any classes available for me. That's when I got the rundown. I'll be taking Keyboarding on Monday nights ("Heroes" night!) and Torts on Thursday nights (MUST SEE THURSDAYS AND "SMALLVILLE"!). Why did I do this.
Because somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I really do need an education. Funny, huh?
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I knew I was going to take a break from Fall classes when I cleaned Harry's bowl a few weeks ago. I scooped him up and placed him into "second home" when I realized that I really need to be doing the same thing to my own place. I began to look around my place when I noticed nthat I was living in one Hell of a mess. This was when I knew I needed a breather.
I didn't want to have a hiatus, however since South University doesn't really have anything to offer me this quarter, I thought it was time to play catch up at home. My schedule has been way too much for me as of late and I have been truly ignoring my home. It still surprises folks when they find out that I live in a two story carriage and shocks them even more once they come over and see the place. The sad thing is the downstairs has clothes, books, papers and other junk all over the floor. I didn't want it or needed it to be that way, but when I get home from anything these days, I just want to flop on the love seat and sleep. I need to mention that I am getting rid of the love seat here, too. If I'm going to flop on something after a long day, it sure as Hell better be more comfortable as what I have now.
I started out today with the idea of getting started on what would be a one week project: Operation Clean Assed House. What this means is that ground forces will begin from the bottom floor and work its way up to the top floor until the objective is made to maintain and uphold a clean, if not decent household. The operation began at 01100 hours when the first strike was made at the shoe shelf near the front door that also holds various papers that have stacked up over time. The papers when trashed and taken to the garbage outside, where then sanitation men swiftly came and "liquidated" what was there. The shelf was then taken by a neighbor who thought it could rehabilitated. The shoes are still scattered across the floor and will be picked up later this evening to end any confusion during the ground war.
Wow, I just turned into General Swartzkof there for a moment. Sweet.
The thing is that I have a few weeks to gert my place together before the holidays, which I really am looking forward to this year, if you'll forgive the early birdness of it. It also gives me a chance to clear my head as well and concentrate on me for bit, internally. Not just from a medical standpoint, but from a mental standpoint. It's been since January of 2007 that I started on the road of education and it's been a bumpy one. I've made it as far as I could to get to the point of where I am now a sophmore , which I think is exciting. I made it through the pits to get there, through good days and bad and not one break whatsoever, not counting my hospital stay last year. It's time that I get to catch a break for once and breath some fresh air so I can be ready for 2009 and Winter quarter.
Which reminds me that I need to open a couple of windows and let a good breeze in before I sweep up.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
For the past few posts, I've been voicing my disdain for Sarah Palin.I really shouldn't do that at all, because politics can, very truthfully, make me look like Jerry Lewis trying to explain quantum physics. There is a reason for this today. The reason being is I felt like she was picked only to placate the women who wouldn't have the opportunity to vote for Hillary Clinton in November and I still believe so. Since then, Americans have found out more about a person that no one has actually ever heard from. We know that she has five children, she's caught in a state government scandal, her seventeen year old daughter is pregnant, she looks like Peggy Hill and dressed up as Tina Fey for Halloween. If anything, she's really wide open for people to take potshots at her. The biggest thing that throws many is the fact that Palin is a member for the NRA and actually hunts in her native Alaska. While I have a problem with almost all of of the woman's politics, for an amazing reason, I don't really have fault with Governor Palin out in the woods with a shotgun.
From what I've seen and read about the state, Alaska is vast frontier filled with wilderness and ice. The sun shines for days on end and with it get's dark finally, it get's dark. There's nothing you can do about it. The population there isn't much according to the U.S. Census with only 670,053 humans there in 2006. What else are you going to find in a place like that, other than lots and lots of cold? Animals. that's right: Birds, bugs, bears and bucks. Along with whales, seals, fish and other water based creatures. The state of Alaska is truly America's wild state and not because the folks get cabin fever there for two-thirds of the year.
Alaska is also known for the people known as Inuit, who were called Eskimo when I was growing up. I had heard many tales for these people, some slightly stereotypical. Inuits lived in igloos, they all wore pelts and they ate blubber. As it turned out for me at least, one of those facts turned out to be true. I always wondered when I heard that the Inuit eat blubber or more simply animal fat to stay warm in the cold weather, i was kind of shocked. Then a few months ago, I happened to catch an episode of one of my favorite-of all-time shows, "No Reservations with Anthony Bordain" where the show takes a trip to Alaska. Tony met a Inuit family who in the middle of Winter, catch a Beluga whale in the frozen ice by shooting it, taking it home and eating it. Not cooking it, but actually eating it rare. You could see the the look on Tony's face and you can't really fault him. Sure, it not what you expect, but it is what it is. Here are a people who grew up up hunters and did what they had to do to survive. To see a happy family enjoying a meal is a special thing, but to see that same family digging into the carcass of a whale with blood caked faces really throws you, but you can't knock them for it.
I say all that to say this. There's no way around it when you think about it. Sometimes, if you really need to survive, no matter where you are, you have to eat. Okay, I'm not saying that Sarah Palin eats moose knuckles, but until we find out of that email hack reveals a recipe for knuckles flambe' in it, what happens in Alaska kitchens, stays in Alaska kitchens. Hunting is probably the only excitement that she knows since there's not much to do there other than the Iditerod. Governor Palin has a membership in the NRA and I wouldn't bne surprised if there's many in the Alaska who are also signed up. I don't see why you'd want to really hunt wolves in a helicopter with an AK-47, but I guess that's how they do things there.
I truthfully don't agree with anything that Governor Palin says, not to mention what her running mate has to say. Still, you have to give it up to a person who can get out there with a shotgun and take out a large animal with some sort of cool nerve. Govenor Palin has to feed her family and I'll bet if it came down to it, she could shoot gut, clean and serve up a fierce dinner, then have the recipe ready for Rachel Ray's show. For that is how they do things in the wilds of Alaska, where men are men, women can be Governor and every bird, beast, fowl and fish is scared as Hell for their lives.
Friday, September 19, 2008
I carry around a pill fob with me on a keychain. You've seen those, haven't you? It's one of those little plastic things that folks have to hold their medicine while they're out of the house. I'm usually pretty smart about mine as I know to take my meds when I need to and don't forget to take then at the right moment and don't forget them. It's always in the evenings anyway and just one pill for blood pressure, so the fob is for those just in case thingies. Other than that, I keep jawbreakers, a Tylenol or Pepto Bismol pills in it if I ever have the need.
Now I don't know when it happened, but somehow my pill fob has disappeared. I didn't notice it until today when I picked up my keys and I noticed that it was a bit lighter than normal. I actually should have noticed it on Wednesday when I went into Food Lion and went to use my MVP savings card and saw that it was gone as well, but didn't. I didn't go out too much in the past few days, but I do remember that the last time I saw them both was last Friday when I went out to a bar for a going away party for a friend. I stepped outside for a bit and left my keys on the table and maybe then someone swiped it.
Let me just say this to that particluar jackhole who thought that they were getting some realy good drugs and discounts on their grocery bill.
BWAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA! DIDN'T YOU LOOK LIKE A DUMBASS WHEN YOU GOT HOME, OPENED THE FOB AND OUT ROLLED A JAWBREAKER?! BWAAAAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAA!
Labels: my life
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Call me a Democrat. Call me an Independant, Call me Ishmaiel. Just don't call me late for supper. There's just something about Sarah Palin that I don't like and now I know why.
The Pottsylvanians couldn't do it. The Moonmen coudn't do it. Even the curse of the Ruby Yacht of Omar Kyam didn't do it. Then along comes Governor Peggy Hill and gets him from a helicoptor. I'll bet she did in Bambi's mom, too. Either her or Cheney. You know, McCain telling us afterwards, "The fundamentals of our cartoons are still strong" doesn't help much also.