My Single Mom Life

that I'm sure many single women go through whether you're a single mom or just a single woman trying to make a life for yourself.
How many of you single women out there get asked all the time how come you don't have a man?
Or how do you survive without a man? What is wrong with you that you don't have a man?
You know what? There is nothing wrong with me for not having a man.
My roomie asked me this question about a week ago and although I supplied her with a rather funny anecdotal reason, it was true for the most part.
I also got some comments yesterday from someone who made it seem like a crime that I didn't have a man. That I somehow must be a dried up bitter old hag with no friends because as the commenter put it, I haven't "gotten laid".

There are parts of me that are bitter for various reasons but that is not why I don't have a man.
I don't have a man because I choose not too.
I have been asked out and hit on and well, as flattering as it may be, I am just not interested in starting a relationship right now. I am facing at some point, major surgery and I don't feel like dragging someone along for what could be a potentially very scary ride.
Some of the funny things I told ex-roommate were that it all starts out well and good. You go on a first date, have fun, sparks and butterflies everywhere. Things go great for awhile, months even and then before you even know what hit you, they are dropping their laundry off because their work week is suddenly very busy and they really need it done. Please be a sweetie and wash these for me usually followed by a love ya babe.
Then they start sleeping over leaving with each visit, more of their clothing that somehow ends up in your basket and toothbrushes and deodorant in your bathroom.
You shrug it off because as much as you hate the extra laundry, you're not sleeping alone.
Then in the blink of an eye it seems, they have officially moved in and hooking up their playstation and re-setting all the pre-set stations on the radio to some gawd awful shit that his momma used to love to listen to and drinking a dozen of your eggs raw before he goes off to work.
Then he's bringing home this thing that he calls a dress and wants you to wear it.
It's denim with gold stuff on the collar and he even bought you a pair of *gasp* cowboy boots. *shudder*
I really do believe that it was the dress that sent me over the edge.
He was sweet, would have done anything I asked of him or needed him to do but he had this thing about me wearing a dress and being all frilly and girly.
I did the dress thing for him once because I just couldn't stand listening to him whine about it anymore.
I wore it for 15 minutes.
Not the denim one either. That dress has never touched these shoulders and hips.
I wore a black skirt and black shirt and made myself as girly looking as I could possibly look without wanting to put my fist through the mirror.
He was giddy to say the least and then informed me that this is how he wanted me to dress from now on.
The relationship ended within the month.
I just couldn't go from hard working jeans and t-shirts all the time to suddenly having to remember that I was in a skirt and that means that climbing around on ladders and stairs and playing with the grocery cart were suddenly out. It also meant that I couldn't get dirty if need be. Things always need fixing and I fix them.

I know so many women who feel like they need to have a man. That their life will somehow be completely incomplete without a man in it. That the be all end all of their existence depends on whether or not there is man around.
I find it sad that they don't value their own company and feel unworthy unless they have a guy to call boyfriend so their girlfriends will stop harping on them about how lonely they must be.

And as for the lack of sex, who said there isn't any sex for single women? Who said there isn't any for me?
Back when I was a teenager and a young in my 20's gal, gossiping about the great sex or size and shape of a mans penis was all well and good but as you get older, you learn to cherish certain things, keep secrets if you will.
Just because I'm not talking about sex doesn't mean I'm not having any.
It just means I'm not discussing it with the whole world.

Posted by Kat at 7:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

You met in a different time it seems when vows meant something.
You stuck together through thick and thin and even thinner.
You held each others hands through sicknesses and grief.
You raised your own children and took in those in need.
You taught values and morals and how to stand up for yourself.
You taught music and laughter and kindness and love.
You still stand strong together when things are not as easy as they once were.
You love and are loved.
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad.

Posted by Kat at 9:09 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I love the insane. I love them to pieces.
They make me laugh and are highly amusing.

Posted by Kat at 5:10 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

About MT for some reason. I don't even fucking understand it myself.
Mikey is due over at some point this morning.
ex-roommate is still sleeping and miracle of all miracles, Mark is awake before noon.
Life is dull here today so far.
Maybe something exciting will happen worth blogging about.
Later days.

Oh hey, I did this little quizzie thingy cuz I'm bored and I do quizzie things when I am bored.

You are a dominating person. People don't stand in your way. Everybody basically does what you say. And if they don't, they better start, or you just might have one of your henchmen kill them.

Just like "When the Levee Breaks" dominates Led Zeppelin IV, you dominate your world. You don't have time for nonsense (it's surprising you even took this quiz) and you would love to be dictator of the world someday.

You are dark and scary, and you probably don't at all care about this quiz, if you even bothered to read your results.

Take the Which Led Zeppelin Song Are You? Quiz

Posted by Kat at 7:43 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Been resting and clicking between soaps. ex-roommate and Sebastian still aren't back yet.
Better be some damn good shoes if it takes all day...lol
I need to go do the dishes and start prepping for dinner etc.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 4:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sebastian and ex-roommate are gone out to do some errands that she needs to do. I simply couldn't go because of my back so at least he went with her.
We had to move her site again because her family won't leave her alone.
She got the most horribly nasty email I have read in my whole life from her own sister.
Just in case any of them are reading this to see where her new site is, no, I won't be linking to it and I am the one who sent the certified mail back. I refused to sign for it. ex-roommate was at work and I was out there when the mail came.
It was addressed in ink* to the sister c/o ex-roommate at my address.
I will only sign for mail that actually belongs here. I will not be responsible for anyone else's stuff.
I'm terribly sorry that her child support checks are late but maybe she should have put in a change of address and maybe she should take care of that now.
We have called both our post office and the 4 in Seattle to straighten this out. We have tried to take care of it and well, we are done taking care of it.
You want to be pissed at someone for returning the mail, take it up with me cuz I'm the one who did it and told the mailman that I will not accept mail for her.
She doesn't need the crap that she is being put through. ex-roommate has goals and dreams and she needs support and encouragement, not negativity. If you have nothing nice to say, don't dial that number which belongs to me. I won't hesitate to block your calls if you keep upsetting her on a daily basis.
She was so upset and crying so hard she ended up with a nosebleed last night.
Taking her nephew away from her because you can't put in your own fucking change of address form is mean, bitchy and downright fucking cruel. The only one who is truly going to suffer from the lack of having her in their life is the nephew. She babysat countless hours for you and bought countless things for him and loves him but if you want to be a fucking bitch, so be it. It's a sad lonely life when have a heart full of hate and bitterness.
I feel sorry for you.
I feel sorry that you have no idea what a kind person she is. In the 3 years that I have known her, not once have I known her to be the bitch you make her out to be and I am sitting right here 99% of the time that you call and scream at her and call her stupid.
It's very sad when she thinks she is stupid from years of being told that she is.
Family should not be like that but some are. I feel sorry for you that you won't be around to see her reach her goals.
She is going to buy a car and going to go to college and actually graduate. She is young and has her whole life ahead of her. She can do it whether you think she can or whether you want her too. She will succeed.
You obviously don't know her well enough to know that she loves all of you no matter how much you put her down and treat her as badly as you do.
I will take phone messages for her but it is her choice to return them.
You only get one shot at this life and you only have the family you have. You can spend it being mean, you can spend it without speaking to one another or you can try to accept everyone as they are and love them and support them in their chosen paths.

*there has been some dispute over the addresses and claims that the mail is being sent by mistake. These are handwritten addresses in blue ink coming to my address for the sister. I will not accept them.

Posted by Kat at 12:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

that when something really cool happens like a bunch of strangers help a person in need, that someone always says that god did it?
God didn't tell anyone to do anything.
People asked people and people came together and did the deed because people wanted to.
That big invisible thing up in the clouds gets far too much credit for things that real live human beings right here on earth are doing.

Posted by Kat at 8:57 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Someone posted a comment using a word that I did not know.
The word is mack.
I went to urban dictionary to see what it meant and apparently, it means to flirt or hit on etc etc.
Now, what I want to know ladies is this, do you find guys who talk in urban slang attractive?
Does it do anything for you?
See, I read the comment and was immediately put off not even knowing what it meant and then even more turned away when I looked it up.
I find men who speak normal everyday english sound slightly more intelligent.
Maybe the guys who are speaking that way are smart but it doesn't sound smart to me and I know that this is the time we live in and lots of people and teens speak like that but please tell me if you personally find that way of speaking even remotely attractive.
Does it turn you on cuz you might just be getting a bad boy from the hood or does it turn you off cuz he's probably an ass with a 5th grade education?
I don't mean to be sounding all uppity or anything I'm just asking if women really find this style of talk and stuff attractive.

Posted by Kat at 3:10 PM | Permalink | Comments (13)

The kids go back to school on August 9th and it isn't soon enough for me.
They have been pretty good over all this summer but the older they get, the more playing becomes rough housing.
It's a boy thing I'm told. Testosterone flowing, testing their muscles.
It's enough to drive a mom nuts.
Sis and I are going to go out this weekend and pick up their school supplies before the tax free week is over Sunday night.
I can get some free supplies so we are going to do that first and then go get the rest of it all.
Shoes, pants, shorts, notebooks, pens, pencils. Gah! It's so much stuff.
I nearly passed out when i saw Sebastian's list of things he needed.
Yay that he is in AOT but damn people, that list is like for a kid in college.
I am excited though that they will be going back.
No more mom I'm bored, mom he hit me, mom he touched me, mom he won't give back my *insert name of whatever oh so important object here*.
No, it will be peaceful again.
It will be quiet and I will be able to get things done without having to re-do it 10 minutes later.
I'll actually get to watch the noon news without someone telling me how boring it is or changing the channel because I was in the bathroom and they didn't think I'd notice.
I love school.

I still don't have Marks list. The teachers, I was just told, don't even have it together yet. That's really nice. Asswipes.
They did that last year too. They waited until like 3 days before school started to post a list on the front door of the class room.
Here is Sebastian's list so you can see what I am talking about. This is 6th grade:
2004 -2005 SUPPLY LIST

***Please do not purchase backpacks with wheels.***
1 – Heavy Duty Three-Ring Binder (Trapper Keeper)
1 – ½ Inch Three-Ring Binder with clear front pocket (Blue)
2 – 200 Ct. Wide Rule Filler Paper
1 – Package of Graph Paper
2 – 120 Ct. Spiral Notebook
2 – 100 Ct. MEAD Composition Notebook: Sewn Pages—No Spirals Or
Perforated Pages
5 – Folders, 2-Pocket
1 – Blue (Geography)
1 – Green (Language Arts)
1 – Red (Math)
1 – Yellow (Science)
1 – Orange (Reading)
4 – ELMER'S Glue Sticks
1 – Yellow Highlighter
1 – Heavy Duty Pencil Bag
1 – 12 Ct. Pencils #2
1 – 12 Ct. CREOLE Colored Pencils
2 – Red Medium Stick Pens (Please No Gel Pens)
2 – Blue Medium Stick Pens (Please No Gel Pens)
1 – Protractor (Preferably small)
1 – Geometric Compass
1 – Small Pair of Scissors
1 – Simple Calculator (Scientific Calculators Optional)
1 – Six Inch Ruler (Both Metric And Standard Measurements)
1 – Large Box Of Tissues (Homebase Teacher)
For Interdisciplinary Team Projects:
I.I. Science Fair and "Island Nation" end-of-the-year project
1 – White One-Inch Three-Ring Binder we/ Clear Front Pocket
2 – Sets of Tabbed Dividers (8 tabs each)
$15.00 Supply Fee
This supply fee is designated for:
up A Science Lab Fee for weekly science labs.
up The Academy of Technology program for consumable supplies such as printer paper, printer ink, and project materials.
***This fee is separate from the $10.00 consumable supply fee asked for during school registration.

Posted by Kat at 8:35 AM | Permalink | Comments (18)

I took yesterday.
ex-roommate and I had to go out so she could get some stuff and while we were waiting for the bus to come home, this squadron of old ladies got off a bus and cart jacked a cart that belonged to some other people waiting for the bus.
All their stuff was in it I swear and as soon as those old ladies got off the bus, they spotted that cart and started taking the other peoples stuff out of it.
It was funny as hell.
They were all "there's my cart. There it is, I'm taking it."
Funny shit man.

Posted by Kat at 8:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Ro over at Twelveone.org could use a helping hand.
I know that the blogging community is a great group of friends because when I was down and out and desperately needed help, you all came through for me and helped me more than I could ever even begin saying thank you enough for.
Send a $1 or 2 her way to help her out. She got laid off and has a couple of birthdays in a row coming fast. Maybe buy a gift cert from amazon or something so the kids can have something.
Thanks for taking the time to read this and her situation.

Posted by Kat at 3:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (4) | TrackBacks (1)

Growing up Gotti.
It was unedited segment of episode 1 and I gotta tell you, Victoria is like every single mom I know.
Loves her kids to death no matter what they do, wants to move on with her life despite the kids objections and can't find a decent guy to move on with.
The house is a mess, the kids are throwing parties and she's yelling at them but at the end of the day, she loves them more than anything.
I am not a fan of reality tv at all but this looks interesting.
It was very interesting and highly entertaining. I wanted to keep watching more but the tape ended.

Posted by Kat at 2:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I am very tired and very cranky.
I have more going on than I can or want to handle.
I am just feeling very overwhelmed with everything and everyones needs, wants and complaints.
I am doing the very best I can under the circumstances and it is very hard for me to understand things that people do, say, feel when I have been under far more pressure than anyone can even imagine.
I guess you could say that I have lost my ability to sympathize at this point.
My back is probably the worst that I have felt it in several months.
My mom sent me some patches and I suppose under normal circumstances, they would work but right now, I can't feel that they are doing anything at all.
I have over done things way more than I should have and I know I shouldn't over do things but as any mom can attest to, if you don't do it, who the fuck will?
You can ask until you are blue in the face, scream, yell, beg, plead, but it still doesn't get done and then people wonder why mommy is shooting daggers with her eyes.
I am not making any excuses for my bitching at all.
I am a bitch to begin with and most people know this. I just can't handle certain things at certain times and I snap like the last straw that hit the camels back.
I am not perfect. Far from it but I need people to work with me, get on the same train, think logically, not irrationally.
I don't talk to hear myself talk. I speak when I feel the need. I do not talk just for the sake of talking which I suppose is a major reason I was never a girly girl. I can't sit and gossip or talk non-sensibly for any length of time.
I am quiet and observant and speak when the mood or topic is called for.
One thing I hate more than anything in the world is when someone speaks to me as soon as I wake up or as soon as I come home from wherever.
I need that first 10 minutes of silence.
It's like the golden rule of household harmony.
If you think you might forget to tell me something, write it down and hand me the note.
So in closing of this ramble of thoughts, blogging life will resume when I remove the stick from my own ass.

Posted by Kat at 7:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (11)

Back is crap.
I was able to move this morning so I guess I'm lucky.
People are sleeping.
How nice for them.
I'm sure they'll wake up when I start cleaning.

Posted by Kat at 7:53 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

But in a good way.
I have been resting which was sorely needed.
The house is quiet and I have been alone which was needed too.
Hope you all had a great weekend and hopefully, things will be more normal around here this coming week.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 6:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (25)

Get serious Shawn. My login is NOT your name. Never will be your name. Why would I do that?
Can you believe some people?

Posted by Kat at 8:57 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

"The memory of my own suffering has prevented me from ever shadowing
one young soul with the superstitions of the Christian religion."
[Elizabeth Cady Stanton, "Eighty Years and More"]

Posted by Kat at 8:03 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

would consider renting 2 full seasons of x-files just so you can see Jose Chungs From Outer Space and Home.

Posted by Kat at 11:49 AM | Permalink | Comments (8)

you could suck your spaghetti out of my rug.
I have been cleaning like crazy and well, it's clean.
I feel good.

In other news, I lost another 5 pounds.
I am not starving myself or even cutting too much out. Just eating smaller.
Yay me!

Now that it's the weekend when most of you bloggers take off and do other stuff, I have time now to come visit. This will give me a chance to really catch up with all of you.
Have a great weekend, stay out of the heat if you can.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 9:19 AM | Permalink | Comments (11)

Time on the puter has been a little less this week due to a multitude of reasons and some are explained elsewhere.
I have been cleaning and and doing what needs to be done and I'm very tired and all that shit.
I can't even really explain it all because well, I don't want to.
I have more cleaning to do and the boys are currently attempting to buy vacuum bags for me.
I will be back around again when I get things done enough for me to come play again.
I apologize for not visiting any of you.
It is not my intention to not visit you and see how you are. I have just been very busy, so busy that I haven't had time to take care of my own sanity which at this point is near thread bare.
I would have been unhappy visitor at your place anyway.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 11:41 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

This guy had the coolest windblown hair ever. It was like standing up and pointy. Very cool. Stared straight ahead and only glanced over once he realized I took his pic.

There were many god pamphlets out there today in our travels so we left some of our own with them whenever we found them.

This is romantic man. Romantic man had the Ashford and Simpson cranking out of his car full blast as he sat alone smoking a cig.

This is the war lady.
War lady started talking about Heinz ketchup when we stopped for lunch and then moved onto Kerry and GWBush and so we told her our views. She said Bush was a great man. I told her about my cousin and how I thought the whole war was so that GW can have his daddy be proud of him. We talked to this lady through our whole lunch and discussed politics with her.
She still thinks Bush is a great guy.

This was a sign taped to the inside door handle of pakmail where I pay the electric bill. It says if you are trapped, Call Matt at 923-1928. The sign is not readable from the lobby where one might get trapped. You can only read this from outside the store looking in at the handle. Nice going matt.

Oh look. More pamphlets.

Blasphemer.

Then we ventured back to our part of town and hit publix where ex-roommate found what she wants for xmas.

Left my own pamphlet at the book rack again.

That was our day. Exciting eh?
It was just a long trip to pay one little bill and it took half that day.

Posted by Kat at 7:40 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Paid the elec bill.
Took many pictures.
Sweat near to death.
Post more later.
Must rest.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 1:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I just checked my electric bill for this month seeing as how my money sucker got struck by lightning and the landman had to buy a new one at the beginning of the month, and last months bill was $185.00.
This months bill with new AC, $125 and I even left it on a few nights because it was super hot.
Last years July 21st bill, $229.13.
That's a savings over last year of $105.00.
Yee fucking haw baby!!

Posted by Kat at 10:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (9)

This is Rick the cabbie. Rick the cabbie likes club music. Lots of it. Gold chains, the works.
Rick is a cool guy but he needs to lose the gold chains.

This is my hair just one week after dying it red.
WTF man.
*sings* Cuz I'm a blond yeah yeah yeah.

Posted by Kat at 9:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I had emailed and called Katherine Scary Harris about the marriage amendment before it went to vote. I received a letter yesterday from her office. Apparently, she thinks I agree with her so she sent me a wonderful letter sharing her views with me.
Here is a scanned copy of the letter. I taped the two page letter together and folded down the part with my address. This is the actual letter.

One of my favorite lines is this one: "some activist judges appear bent upon stretching constitutional equal protection provisions beyond their intended meaning."
Beyond their intended meaning? Oh Katherine, surely you didn't mean that the way it sounds.
What exactly is the intended meaning Katherine? Is equal protection only for whites? Is it only for straights? Is it only for people who are born here? I really wish you would clarify the meaning of that before you send these letters out. Just who, in your opinion, should the constitution protect?

"Under such judicial activist rulings, Florida would be forced to recognize a same sex "marriage" performed in Massachusetts, contrary to the stated will of Florida's citizens and their elected representatives."
Contrary? Katherine, I told you I want the same protection under the constitution for everyone. I never told you that I am a bigot like you.

You say if you can assist me further, I should contact you. You bet your scary ass I will.
Also, next time you're sending out letters to your supporters, you might want to double check the list and make sure you don't get any of us anti-scary Harris people on it.

Posted by Kat at 10:29 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

I went to the store with ex-roommate today and did some general shit with her and then did a little bit of food shopping.

click here to see what the red area is

I bought a special treat for dinner for all of them and did not get any of it myself because I don't eat fish. Simple.
This shit cost $12.00 and they all told me they love it before I bought it ya know so it's not like I went and bought shit that they hate.
I made it the same way it's supposed to be made and the same way they have all eaten it before.
Should be no problem right?
Wrong.
Half eaten, complaining, considering tossing it in the trash.
$12.00 in the trash folks.
Kat not a happy woman.
And to make it all the more fun, while I was making it and while they ate it, we were watching a movie about starving kids in fucking Africa!
Do you think that had an impact on any of them?
Do ya? huh huh?!!
Do you know what I can buy with $12.00?
Let me tell you what I can buy with it.
I can buy 36 fucking packages of ramen noodles, 4 boxes of macaroni and cheese and 1 pound of hamburger and a gallon of milk.
That is just an example of how much I can buy with $12.00 not that I would buy 36 fucking packs of ramen noodles but just so you get the point.
I mean, hey, if we are gonna waste $12.00 fucking bucks, can we at least waste it on something I want like smokes or a dvd?
I swear to fucking god people are just trying to piss me off.
I mean, they actually tossed shit in the trash rather than say feed it to the cats who would have fucking appreciated it a whole lot more I think.

Posted by Kat at 8:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (13)

Farmers grow low carb potato.
It's a potato. It's a vegetable.
I can understand the low carb craze, I can. I have cut down myself but seriously, do we need to start genetically engineering vegetables to be lower in carbs?
Veggies are the food of the land. Millions of vegetarians live on them and millions of people are in good health because of veggies.
I don't understand this one at all.
People complain about chickens with too many chemicals because we started fucking around with them and now a chicken that hasn't been fed antibiotics costs an arm and a leg.
I just don't get this.
You want less carbs? Eat less carbs but don't start messing around with veggies. That's just wrong.
Our meats have chemicals, our regular shelf items are so loaded with chemicals that if we ever hit a nuclear winter, the cockroaches will be very happy with shit from our cupboards.
If we are gonna start messing around with veggies and genetically altering them, may I make a few suggestions other than removing the carbs that nature put in them?
Let's make brussel sprouts taste like chocolate. They are so good for you but face it, they taste like dog shit mixed with cabbage. Let's make them tasty.
Let's make cabbage taste like popcorn from a movie theater.
Let's make peas taste like something that didn't get regurgitated from a babys mouth. And do something about the texture of peas while you're at it ok? It's squishy and sort of sticky. Yuk.
Sounds ridiculous doesn't it?
Changing veggies to suit our needs when this stuff comes out of the earth and has treated us very well for millions of years is just stupid.
Change the man made stuff to have fewer crap in it if you want but leave nature alone.

Posted by Kat at 8:45 AM | Permalink | Comments (9)

to the Growing up Gotti website and sweeps.
This show will be airing on A&E beginning August 2nd.
Click around the links to check it out.
There will be promotional giveaways as we get closer to the show air date so poke around those sites and enter the sweeps.
I have seen the promotional trailers for this show and it looks to be interesting and funny.
I really like Victoria, the single mom, she was loud and caring and in control or at least trying to be in control of 3 teen boys.
Eeek! 2 is driving me nuts sometimes. I can't imagine 3 teen boys with cars and girlfriends.
You'll have to keep checking back in with me from time to time on the giveaways.
I am working with Electric Artists as we speak on the what and the how.
For those of you who do quizzes, I have 2 for you related to the show.
Quiz for girls and so any guys don't feel left out, a quiz for you.

Posted by Kat at 8:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (5) | TrackBacks (1)

The rain continues to come down so I guess I won't be going anywhere.
But Sebastian who can't resist getting wet had to go play in it.
They are all clickable for biggie size.

Posted by Kat at 10:40 AM | Permalink | Comments (7)

when it quickly turned from pretty to holy shit.
It started coming down sideways and heavy and ripping leaves on the bushes.
It soaked my whole carport and scared the cat.
Now it's thundering and lightning and it looks like it's going to be a bit nasty for awhile.
I was going to go to the store.
I need some borax for an ant problem that we have every summer but I guess I won't be venturing out today or at least not right now.
I guess it's supposed to rain most of the day.
That sucks.
I guess it will give me time to do the chores around here.
I have dishes and vacuuming and stuff like that. Some laundry too.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 8:37 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

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Posted by Kat at 6:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

I am still just watching all these movies and having a grand time.
Shit I have never seen before.
Heck, I need to do that movie meme again.
I watched The Sum of all Fears. Not too bad. Not great but worthy when you're bored.
Reign of Fire. Sucked. I had heard it sucked and it did suck.
The thing. Yes. John Carpenter. Scared the beejeezus outta the boys. Good job. Woof!
The 13th Warrior. Now I knew this was shit but Mark wanted to see it and now he knows it's shit too.
Jimmy Neutron was hysterical. Just for the chicken dance alone I laughed till I had tears. But peeing in the shower and outside and my clothes don't match was fucking funny. I may watch that one again.
There are so many more that I can watch. I'm not even half way through this massive collection. Gah.
Stay cool if it's hot and stay dry if it's wet where you are.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 1:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action. - Cyril Connolly (1903-1974)
English literary critic, essayist, novelist

Posted by Kat at 9:41 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Maxiumum Strength Flexall 454 Pain Relieving Gel is all mentholy and tingly.
The best way to use it is to take a shower, apply generously and then go outside where it's really hot and then it hits. It's like fire but cold fire and it just burns and tingles and then cools down and makes you feel really good.
Ahhh.
Downside, it wears off too quick.

Posted by Kat at 7:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Sort of a meme.
Saw this at Joelles who saw it at Mikeys and from what I can gather, it's all Skits fault.

You have seven days of dream-dates (all of which, of course, end in mind-blowing sex, hence the title of the game). You are allowed to choose one celebrity date for each night of the week and one alternate for each night, in case your first choice dream date is, say, arrested or is away on location.

You're also allowed to have a "bull-pen"--people who are totally hot, but didn't make your top 14 for whatever reason.

Monday. Let's see, monday would be Jared Leto. I don't care how fucked up they make him look in movies like Fight Club or Requiem, he's hot. As my alternate, Glenn Danzig.
What? Were you expecting this list to be normal?

Tuesday. Ed Norton with a alternate of Jeremy Sisto.

Wednesday. James Fucking Hetfield. With an alternate of Jason Newstead.

Thursday. Johnny Depp preferably dressed as a pirate with a alternate of Steve Buscemi. What? He's a freak and you know it.

Friday. Orlando Bloom and as an alternate, Orlando dressed as Legolas. I can do that. Shut up!

Saturday. Adam Sandler cuz I love to laugh more than anything and a man that can do that can have saturdays for eternity. As an alternate, Colin Farrell. He's cute and I heard things about that boy. *rowr*

Sunday. Keanu Reeves and as an alternate, no one. *sing songy- If I can't have you, I don't want nobody baby. *

And I do not have a bullpen because seriously, if I ended my week on Keanu Reeves (hah!) I would die a happy woman and never see the need for anyone else.

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Yes that is a padded, shaped bra. Why do ask? Well because I am pierced and when you just wear any old bra and have pierced your nipples, people tend to stare. So rather than deal with any unwanted comments or looks from uppity bitches, I keep it covered. I didn't get them done for the general public to view anyway.

I still owe you a picture of my hair don't I? It's kind of sort of reddish but not really. It more or less evened out my hair and covered some of the grey. WTF is up with that? Bah.

This song has been stuck in my head all fucking night. It's my own fault. I cannot fall asleep at all unless I hear music and it can't be no namby pamby soothing crap, no it has to be loud and doesn't have to be metal per say but I can fall to sleep in minutes listening to Pantera with my headphones on at full blast. It's just what works for me.
So anyway, last night was shit night for radio and my cd player didn't feel like cooperating so I was scanning the stations and heard some good stuff, stay, listen, end, scan and as I was dozing off, I hit scan one last time sorta by sleepy finger accident and I heard this lovely piece of music seconds before hitting the power button.
Nothing like dreams where monsters are after me and I'm stuck wearing some dumb ass frilly, feathery fucking ball-gown and screaming that I must get to Wang Chung.
Dance Hall days.
You know the rules right? Don't be a dick, always right click.

There is an update elsewhere.

Posted by Kat at 8:43 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I had some issues with my bra today.
Namely, the front closure on my lovable bra broke.
I had tossed it in the dryer which I know I shouldn't have and the little claspy thingy melted.
I didn't really notice when putting it on so off we went and then pop! Freed boobies.
Clasp it. Pop!
Clasp it. Pop!
I was a bit mad cuz I love this bra and I really don't have the funds to go buy more bras right now so I was also a bit bummed out.
Then I thought of something quite genius if I do say so myself.
I snapped off the rest of the clasp on both sides of the closure area and inserted one of these.
Not only does it make a great, unbreakable clasp, but it looks pretty fucking cool and matches the rest of my stuff.

Posted by Kat at 2:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (11)

So this morning we had a few errands to run which didn't get done right because Washington Mutual, (sucks donkey balls) which is ex-roommate's bank, fucked her over.
So we came home and on the way there was a yard sale and at the yard sale I found a happy meal toy I didn't have.
The big black social worker from Lilo and Stitch.
Had to have him. So here he is. Shitty picture but cool toy on top of my monitor.

Happy thing, pissy thing.
So here's the pissy thing.
This is my home. I own this site. What I say here doesn't have to be politically correct or polite or nice or kind or anything that anyone other than me finds appropriate.
I get to say what I want. It's mine.
Comment-ors on the other hand, need to sort of think of this as they are a guest in my home.
So if you come here and tell me that I am being childish in my little book turning that I do, you get the answer back that you get.
If you think it's childish, then don't do it. I wouldn't want you to feel silly or childish at all. Cuz you know, having a little fun while doing something naughty like turning a book around is just so grown up for you and you've never ever done anything at all that could be construed as childish right?
I have comments here so that people can respond and while I allow you the freedom to say whatever you want and I never delete anything unless it's just downright fucking terrible and horrifyingly mean, I will respond to you in the same manner in which you commented here.
You play nice, I play nice.
99% of the comments are from like minded people meaning we share the same value systems and beliefs etc.
I know there are people out there who disagree with me and that's fine, feel free to disagree but just keep in mind that I can and will reply to 99% of the comments I get and this site is completely biased and one sided because well, it's obvious by now isn't it? Only one person, me, owns it.
There are a gazillion blogs out here in the big wide net and there are so many diverse people and blogs, I am sure if you don't like what's written here, you can find something that is more along your line of taste and approval.
As far as the grocery store book turning, I have asked them to try and cater to everyone or remove it and guess what? They don't have to, they OWN the store just like I OWN this site and so I could shop somewhere else but they have the best prices in town where you don't need to be a card carrying club member to get a decent price. I turn the books around as a form of protest and no one, not me, not a group of atheists anywhere or any other religious group that isn't christian, has told you that YOU have to do it.
It's what I do. Childish to you, form of protest to me.
And to even suggest that I buy all the books and have a book burning, sarcasm or not, was the most stupid and asinine thing I have ever heard.
I may not agree with what's in those books and I may disagree with the bible etc, but I would never, ever condone censorship or book burnings.
That was childish.

Posted by Kat at 1:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

Okey dokey.
Jenni has requested Rico Suave so there it is. Get it while it's hot.
What have I done today?
I have just watched movies all day long. Too hot to go out, too hot to do anything but lay around so we watched:
The Scorpion King, then The Lion King 1 1/2, then Gothika then The Dead Zone and now the boys are watching Freddy vs. Jason.
We borrowed a ton of dvds from a friend and man, am I in movie heaven. I am so loving this.
Later days.
It's like my own personal video store.

Posted by Kat at 6:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (10) | TrackBacks (1)

All those bright eyed and bushy tailed employees not expecting the terror that is headed toward them in the deli.
In the deli area, they have rack of books, all christian in nature and everytime I go, I make a point of either turning them cover facing in so no one can read the title or making a conversation, even if it's just to myself, about how only one faith is represented on the rack. All faiths should be represented because it's not just christians who shop for food here. I have seen other nationalities and we have a very diverse community here.
It's offensive to not include everyone.
It's a grocery store and not a privately owned one at that so why be so singular?
Well, I did it again this morning and the deli clerks just sorta looked at me like what? You mean you want us to cater to all faiths? They get this dazed, semi confused look on their faces like they can't believe that some shopper may not be a christian (oh the horror of a non-christian in the south!) but of another faith. I never come right out and say atheist, I always just let them know that there are those of us who are different faiths.
I once turned all the book covers around on the whole rack, every single book and a manager stood and watched me and then as soon as I left the area, he turned them all back around. I mean, what are they gonna say to me, ma'am, please don't turn all the books around, you're upsetting the christians?
Then of course I went to the pop tart aisle and they didn't have the pastry swirls for which I had a coupon so I bitched about that for two more aisles.
One of these days, they are gonna throw me right the hell outta that store.
Oh yeah, I found this fun link over at Yvonnes.
Click yes if you are a christian and no if you aren't.
I failed miserably but it sure was fun to hear Kirk Cameron get some passages of the bible all wrong.
Oh, and I think I want this book, God Doesn't Believe in Atheists: Proof That the Atheist Doesn't Exist. It's advertised on the site I just linked.
They wrote a whole book telling me I don't exist! I'm so excited.
I mean, wow. I have been alive all this time thinking that I exist but they can prove that I don't. How fascinating.

Posted by Kat at 12:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (17)

I had a rough time falling asleep and then I wanted to get up early so here I am, up early so I can go to the grocery store before it gets hot.
Too late. It's already hot.
Fucking Florida in the summer.
My horriblescope had this to tell me this morning;
The message arrives, but no one can understand the messenger. Remember that although he or she doesn't speak your language, you don't speak theirs, either. It makes for an interesting interaction. New information may or may not have anything to do with your private vision of a perfect world. It could, though, provide you with clues that help you further define your utopia. This is a time to include others in your process. Their ideas could spark your creativity.
Ya know, I have really had enough of the language barrier shit so the messenger, can just go fuck himself until he learns english.
I don't want to hear no shit about Metallica ok? Someone asked for this song so here it is. Unforgiven II.
We already hashed out the Metallica shit over at Jenni's so if you have something to add, go over there.
And yes, Lars is a little tightassed fucknut who should remove the drumsticks from his ass. I hate him.
But I love James.. Grrr baby.

*update* I fucked the html so now it's fixed. You can take it now.

Posted by Kat at 7:31 AM | Permalink | Comments (7) | TrackBacks (1)

Write a whole entry and then read it and think to yourself, gawd, what the hell crawled up your ass today?
I just wrote this huge scathing post about all kinds of shit and then I read it and realized that all that I had written was exactly the type of behavior I was upset about.
So fuck it.
Live and let live and I'm just gonna keep on going cuz in the end, the mortician man ain't gonna give a shit what I stood for.

Posted by Kat at 8:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

12 short of the 60 votes needed to keep the measure alive

Posted by Kat at 2:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

I don't say because there are people out there who think they are better parents than me and know what's best for my own kids than me.
Sometimes, my kids and I talk openly and frankly and laugh and make jokes and you would crack up too if you could be privy to any of these fun times but you can't because some people are asswipes who think they can raise my kids better.
I get emails telling me how wrong it is to let my 11 and almost 13 year old watch horror flicks while I'm in the room watching it with them. Sometimes I get emails telling me I let them stay up too late.
Sometimes I tell people to go fuck themselves.
Only sometimes.
I don't think I'm traumatizing my kids and I don't think I'm over-protecting them either.
I think they know more than kids their age but that's because I want them to have knowledge and not be afraid of the world around them and to be able to protect themselves in a battle of wits or how to save their own lives.
I allow free speech and for many parents, that is a hard thing to do.
I don't stifle their little voices which when allowed to express freely, are loud and booming and intelligent and witty and sarcastic and funny and thought provoking.
I allow them to be and treat them as the individuals they are.
But people have a problem with that.
It's really a shame too because Mark was hysterically funny last night and had ex-roommate and I in tears laughing until we couldn't breathe.
And yes, the subject matter was a bit rough and I'm sure my parents would have a heart attack hearing their cute little 13 year old grandson make up a new band name and a whole song using a referral hit from my stats.
It was classic and I so wanted to audblog it but I refrained and restrained and felt like a doormat for caving in to people who would have me raise my kids up in a church listening to fairy-tales and condemning me for being a single mother with the f-word on the tip of her tongue all the time.
I felt ashamed of myself this morning for not posting what I wanted to. For being fearful of hate mails and individuals with agendas.
I felt silenced this morning and it was only me who silenced it but deep down I knew that there are people who just sit and watch this blog and can't wait for me to say something that is un-motherly, un-american and not up to their parental standards.
I've met them before. I've had the hate mails and the trash talk on other blogs about my parenting skills.
Sometimes I tell them to go fuck themselves and what I really want to tell them is this, go fuck yourself. Get your nose out of my parenting and shove it up into your own.

What I want to say is that my kids get good grades and treat people as they want to be treated and they are helpful and kind and compassionate and loving and intelligent and funny and witty and sarcastic and terrific.
Yes. They are terrific. I love them to pieces and I'm thankful they can say to me whatever they want and they aren't afraid to be themselves and they don't hold back and they have opinions which differ from mine but they aren't afraid to say them.
I wish I was more open and free like them but I have learned my lesson with some people who think they are better than everyone else and I will keep the fun that we had last night all to myself.
Some of you don't deserve that much fun anyway.

Posted by Kat at 11:36 AM | Permalink | Comments (30)

I don't think it's reasonable or logical for individuals to bear assault weapons.
The national Assault Weapons Ban automatically expires at the end of the summer. Congress must renew this ban or military-style assault weapons will be back on the street and available for sale in our neighborhoods. We cannot let this happen. We have to put pressure on Congress to ACT NOW.
Please sign the petition to help keep these dangerous guns out of the hands of people who don't really need to own them.
Thanks.

Posted by Kat at 6:00 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

So my freebie of Garnier hair-color showed up today and I'm doing it right now. It is definitely a full size product sample so keep trying to get one if you haven't already signed up. It's full size and legit freebie deal.
I will post a pic when it's all done and dry.

Mikey was here all day so the kids were hogging the pc to play Runescape.
All. Damn. Day.
I think I was on this morning to post and then for about 5 minutes to do something for Shell cuz she can't surf the net from work and then again just now.
There are too many of us trying to use this one net connection.
If anyone knows or has a cheap old router for sale, please let me know. ex-roommate would like to buy one so she can surf from her pc in her room and I can have mine out here.
Thanks.

Posted by Kat at 5:40 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

I had a painful day from hell yesterday.
Stomach, back and a migraine that wouldn't fucking quit.
I attempted to put myself into a soma coma but it didn't work.
A soma had no effect on any of the pain. WTF.
If that wasn't enough to piss me off, the noise levels in this house did.
Trust me, it was best that I stayed off the pc.
I feel a bit better this morning although the back ache is still with me pissing me off like you would not believe. I think it's just toying with me. Pain, no pain. here, have a spasm.
It's like go the fuck away already.
I laid down all day yesterday and rested, you can leave now.
Fucking miserable thing.

ex-roommate bought me an Orlando poster to cheer me up when she went out.
Hung it next to my bed. I was cheery all night.

Hennepin, a commenter here, has a blog now. Go say hello. She has this pic of Steve Perry up that doesn't even look like him. Well at least not the way I remember him.
I was a Journey fan.
Shut up.

I am listening to Vh1s rock station right now. I was listening to the 80's but they kept playing shit I hated back then like Papa don't preach (gag) and Funky cold medina (barf) and that's when it hit me that you can't go back. It still sounds the same but if you only tolerated that shit then, it just grates on your nerves now.
At least I can sit here and not want to rip my hair out listening to thunderstruck or some shit like disturbed.

So, yeah. That's what I am up to.

Posted by Kat at 10:25 AM | Permalink | Comments (12)

I am not feeling all that great today so I may or may not be around.
I tossed and turned all night with stomach cramps and a back ache to boot.
I just need to chill for awhile today.
I try to do too much.
Have a great monday.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 8:57 AM | Permalink | Comments (12)

Just got back home.
Hung out there for awhile and watched movies, cleaned up her pc. Holy shit. There was 471 pieces of spyware on that fucker.
Damn.
So anyway, now I'm home and tired and just gonna watch more movies.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 9:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Just doing some stuff over at my sisters place and hanging out there watching movies and stuff.
Will answer emails later.
Hope you are all having a great weekend.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 2:40 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I had a very long but good day.
I surfed around from my sisters house on dial up so it was kinda of slow so I didn't leave many comments places. But I checked in on most of you.
My back is just fried today.
I have done way more walking this week than I should have. I pushed myself so I could get out and do stuff with ex-roommate.
Going to the movies with her and the store and drugstore etc etc etc.
I wanted to go. I like going but my body just ain't what it should be. I am so paying for it tonight let me tell ya.
We had to go to the store again tonight and I swear, I must have made her stop walking at least 8 times on a less than 1 mile walk to the store.
It just hurt so fucking much.
I hate whining too. I kept apologizing for making her stop. She said it was ok but man, I feel like shit having to make people wait for me to stretch it out.
The curve wants me to bend over, stay in a leaned forward position but when you walk, you have to be upright so it gets inflamed and pissed off and then I have to stop and bend over and stretch the back muscles until they chill out and then try to walk again.
Walk. Stretch. Walk. Stretch. Repeat 50 times until you get where and to you are going. It's a bitch and I feel embarrassed when I have to do this.
I just want my life back.
I just want it back. If I could have any wish, it would be to have a strong, healthy back. Fuck money. Fuck love. I just want a strong body.
This ain't no pity party tonight so don't think of this post like that. It's just me bitching because I hurt and I am angry that I hurt and the hurt doesn't go away and it just gets more and more hurty everyday that passes.

The boys slept over Mikey's again tonight.
2 nights in a row of silence. It feels like an eternity.
I really do miss the noise.
I am going to be one of those moms who go through empty nest syndrome when they grow up and leave. It's going to be awful...lol
Well, I guess that's all for now.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 11:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Headed out today to do various errands. May try to post later on.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 10:08 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Mark went off and mowed his lawn that he does for $10 a cut. He has 4 lawns that he does every week. Not bad huh?
Sebastian was helping him by raking and bagging the grass but he decided he no longer wanted to help so he got some trash bags and attached them to the back of the mower to catch the clippings.
He doesn't mind not getting paid anymore cuz it's so hot out there but he didn't want Mark to have to rake too.
Smart little bugger. I would have never thought of that.
They are getting ready to go sleep over Mikey's house and I am going to be bored to death.
I love them. They bug me to pieces but even just one night away and I miss the sounds they make and the fights they get in.
*sigh*

Posted by Kat at 4:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

I spoke to an assistant manager because the manager was with a customer.
I explained to him what happened and he said that that is not what the employee should have told me. The bank requires a credit card or passport along with the drivers license or id and has nothing at all to do with the patriot act.
He told me if I came in, he could see what he could do for me as far as the secondary id went. I told him I would have to think about it but right now, I was very upset that some employee used the patriot act as a way of discriminating against people who aren't credit worthy. I even told him that the guy encouraged me to get a credit card to prove I am a citizen and how much that infuriated me. As if having a credit card makes you a better American.
He apologized and I told him that his employees need to be re-trained on the patriot act which actually gives more freedom in regards to opening a bank account than the bank itself does and to stop throwing the patriot act around like it is the be all end all of a persons worth when it comes to banking.
I gave him the website address on compliance in finance and even told him what section financial institutions fall under in the patriot act so he can go read for himself.
I feel better having told someone off but I would love to tell Jay off.
Oh, for those of you wondering, the bank in question is Washington Mutual.

Posted by Kat at 12:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

Quiz is here, answers are below.

Wackiness: 44/100
Rationality: 54/100
Constructiveness: 54/100
Leadership: 54/100

You are an SRCL--Sober Rational Constructive Leader. This makes you an Ayn Rand ideal. Taggart? Roark? Galt? You are all of these. You were born to lead. You may not be particularly exciting, but you have a strange charisma--born of intellect and personal drive--that people begin to notice when they have been around you a while. You don't like to compromise, but you recognize when you have to.

You care absolutely nothing what other people think, and this somehow attracts people to you. Treat them well, use them wisely, and ascend to your rightful rank.

Mwuahahahaha! I can begin my plans to take over the world now mwuahahahahaha!

Posted by Kat at 8:51 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

So I stayed up late and did some digging on compliance issues in regards to financial institutions.
I found the following two Q&A's on Compliance Headquarters.com in regards to the patriot act under section 326:

Question: Are two forms of identification required by section 326 of the USA PATRIOT Act?

Answer: The minimum requirements of section 326 of the USA PATRIOT Act appear to be satisfied by only one form of identification, provided it is (a) for an individual, an unexpired government-issued identification document evidencing nationality or residence bearing a photograph or similar safeguard, such as a driver’s license or passport, and (b) for a non-individual entity such as a corporation or partnership, a document showing the existence of the entity, such as certified articles of incorporation, a government-issued business license, or partnership agreement.

Question: How can we verify the identity of an elderly person with no driver’s license?

Answer: The regulations to USA PATRIOT Act section 326 require verification of the identity of an individual opening a new account by either documentary or non-documentary means. The regulations state that documentary means “may include…unexpired government-issued identification evidencing nationality or residence and bearing a photograph or similar safeguard, such as a driver’s license or passport”. If the individual does not have a driver’s license or passport, a government-issued identification card or license bearing a photograph or similar safeguard (such as a finger print) should be sufficient. Moreover, the regulations require your customer identification program (CIP) to address situations in which an individual is unable to present a government-issued identification document. In this situation, you may need to rely on non-documentary methods of verification, such as comparison of information provided by the individual with information obtained from a consumer reporting agency, a public database, or other source. The ultimate test of the sufficiency of any such non-documentary means of verifications is whether it allows you to form a reasonable belief that you know the true identity of the individual.

What exactly qualifies as non-documentary id? Well here's a list:
A firearm permit.
A current utility bill.
A current bank statement.
A paycheck.
A government check.
Voter's identification card issued by the voter registration commission.
A card issued by a state or federal agency (e.g.: U.S. social security card).

Posted by Kat at 7:47 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

So I had this $7.78 sitting in my paypal account and that is part of the reason I tried to get a checking account. To confirm the account so I can withdraw that piddly amount of money.
I couldn't get the account because of the patriot act bullshit. So I was trying to figure out a way to get this money out of there. I mean, it's my money, I fucking want it dammit.
So I tried changing the email address, no, I tried sending it to someone, no, I tried withdrawing it, no, all because I don't have a checking account (no credit card/patriot act/id shit) and I can't get a credit card because of my ex-mother in law and her mastercards in Texas in my name which I have been fighting for over 10 years.
Still following? Good.
So I call paypal at which point they tell me that I have to have a checking account. I explain all the above. How about a credit card? I explain all of the above again.
Sorry, you can't have your money.
Excuse me? It's my money. I will copy my id/birth cert/ss card/voter registration/phone bill/electric bill/water bill/Publix card/library card/lease agreement/medicaid card which by the way proves that the gov knows who I am and you can send me my money.
Please hold ma'am but I don't think we can do that.
Do do dod do dod do, dodododo dodedo dedo.
Thanks for holding ma'am, can you please verify your home address?
Yup, blah deblah blah blah Florida.
Thank you. We will send you a check for the amount in 1-2 weeks.
Thanks. See, it wasn't that hard to give me my money now was it? Have a nice night Robert.
It is so ridiculous, this must have a credit card bullshit. I mean, poor people everywhere and people who don't want a credit card by choice are kinda screwed with this whole patriot act shit when it comes to their own money in or out of a bank and being confirmed as a US citizen. Of course, the whole credit card thing, requiring it, just makes me think that they simply want to verify that we are consumers. If they aren't asking for the number on the card but just want to make sure we have one, does it stand to make sense that they want to know that we shop and are in debt?

Posted by Kat at 9:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Rha has gone in for surgery today and has asked that we send her good thoughts.
Please go over and leave her some and think of her today.
Thanks.

Posted by Kat at 11:53 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

One of the other things the guy at the bank said was that they didn't do a credit check because they comply with the act but other banks do require a credit check because they don't comply.
He also told me to just get a credit card to prove I'm credit worthy.
But let's go back to what he said.
When we came home, I checked a few of the other local banks privacy policies.
All of them COMPLY with the patriot act.
Which means that ex-roommate's bank account that she has had for several years now that didn't require her to prove identity at the time of opening the account, now falls under the act.
Meaning, they do have access to her account.
Some of the comments that people posted to me last night said that their banks don't require any of those things.
I suggest, if you have a way to look at your bank online, that you go check the privacy policy. It will be in small print located somewhere at the bottom of the website. You may even have to look for it like I did with Liberty bank, bank of America and Wachovia under the site map function.
All banks are require by federal law to comply with the act.
Like I said, fuck it. I don't need a stinking bank account.
If anyone sends me a check, I'll just go to Amscot where all they ask me for is my id. Sure, they take $5 out of every $100 but who the hell cares at this point.
I can't get a credit a card and even if I could get one, I don't want one.
I don't need to be anymore in debt than I already am. They are just too easy to spend what you don't have with.
I have a strict policy that if I don't have the cash, I can't have whatever it is.
Sure I'm broke most of the time and life is a struggle but I wouldn't be able to pay the card off anyway and I certainly don't want one just to prove that I'm credit worthy and so that people know who I am.

Posted by Kat at 9:26 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

ex-roommate and I went to run a few errands and I thought I'd set up a no fee checking account at the local bank by the store.
They asked for my id. I gave it to them. They asked for a major credit card. Nope. Passport. Nope. Kept requesting items I don't have.
My SS card was not good according to the patriot act. My voter registration card, no good. My phone bill, my birth certificate, nothing I had was worthy of the patriot act.
I asked why I needed a credit card and the guy nervously laughed at me that the government requires it in order to prove identity. They don't write down your credit card number or anything so why do they need to know I have one?
So they know who you are he said.
But you have my id, my ss and my birth certificate.
Don't you have a worker id card?
No. What the hell is that? I have never in my life had to have a worker id card. I'm a US citizen. What the hell would I need one of those for?
To prove you are who you say you are.
Look, I said, the government knows who I am. When I work, I pay taxes, I have been paying into SS since I was 15, I file my taxes every year. Trust me, they know who I am.
But we comply with the patriot act and they require these items.
I asked him, what exactly complying with the act entails in regards to financial institutions.
So they can see who you are he said.
So they can access my bank records I said.
Yes he said laughing nervously.
That's a little Orwellian I said.
He looked at me like I was nuts and maybe I am but I don't feel that the government should have access to my records of my piddly little checking account. I was born and raised here. I am a citizen born and bred.
The patriot act gives them the right to access so much information about us at anytime, for any reason.
He said the patriot act is designed for privacy. I asked him then why they would need to know I have a credit card but not ask for the numbers?
It's about stopping terrorists he said.
I said I know but when a us citizen has all the identification that was required just 2 years ago and it was good enough then, why the hell is it not good enough now?
Because they need to know more he said.
Then they can come ask me I said and I gathered up my ids and left.
I value my privacy. The government knows far too much about me already.
They, due to my circumstances, already know my medical history, my birth history, whether or not I have a bank account, if I own a vehicle and so on and so on. They don't need to just know if I have a credit card for the sake of simply knowing.
Am I a good consumer? Do I have a good credit score? Am I credit worthy?
Am I buying weapons with my credit card? Am I learning how to fly planes and charging the classes to my card?
I'm just a little irritated, feel free to ignore this.
It will only make sense I'm sure to people who feel that the patriot act is just wrong.
I'll just keep my money in a can again. Fuck it.

Posted by Kat at 8:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (19)

I have done the dishes, 2 loads of laundry and cleaned the bathroom, taken out the trash and hung all my clothes and am now waiting to vacuum cuz some peeps are still asleep.

I have been using Firefox and trying like hell to get the spell checker to work.
It's installed. I right click and the spell check box shows up but it's not checking any of the words. It just sits there.
I love spell checker. I need spell checker.
I right click, it does nothing. I close out of fiirefox and come back to ie, right click and voilà, spelling check.
WTF? is wrong with the Firefox spell checker?
Anyone? Anyone?

Posted by Kat at 11:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Click here to know what to say and call today! They vote next week and we all need to make our voices heard.

Posted by Kat at 8:45 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

we watched The Butterfly Effect.
What a screwed up movie.
I liked it but holy hell was that ever messed up.
If you haven't seen it, it's a good way to spend a few hours. Funny, I hate Ashton Kutcher and I was actually able to ignore the fact that it was him. The story was intriguing enough to ignore him.

Posted by Kat at 8:15 AM | Permalink | Comments (8)

We went out and paid the bill and came home. I have just been laying around resting for the most part. It's so damn hot out there. Ugh.
ex-roommate and Mark went out because she had an errand to do and he tagged along.
Mikey is supposed to sleep over tonight.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 2:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I am getting ready to head out and go pay that damn phone bill. All the way down there for that one fucking bill. I hate them.
Sebastian is going with me.
I'll be back later on. It's supposed to feel like 105 degrees out there today.
Ugh.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 7:10 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Fool me twice. Shame on me.
That's how it's said George.
You idiot.
Fahrenheit 9/11 was an incredible movie.
The theater was sold out both shows for the tiny little indie theater located on a back street. The line to buy tickets and get in was down the street.
I don't even know how to begin to tell you how the American people were fooled into the war in Iraq.
Micheal Moore, no matter what you think of him, laid out the war on terror in black and white, in plain english.
So many people, including our cab driver, have said this movie is pure propaganda.
Before you say that, before you make that claim, go see it.

GW said that Osama is not a threat people. He said that the man who blew up the twin towers is not a threat. Our president has business ties with the Bin Laden family. They along with the Saudis, financed several of his now failed companies before he became president. His father, GBush senior, is still friends with that family.
He stumbled over his words, he lied, he played golf and cut down trees while he planned and plotted to over throw a country that was not involved in the attacks on us.
Get up. Go see this film.
As Fox Mulders poster that hung in his office used to say, the truth is out there.
The truth is in this film.
The ties between the Bush family and the saudis and the Bin Ladens is all right there.
We were lied to. We were duped.
What was really amazing was the mother who was so patriotic and encouraged her kids to sign up for the military. They would get to go to college and see the world. Have all the things she couldn't give them because she was poor.
Her son died.
A woman yelled at her in front of the White House that the whole thing, the war, wasn't real. That it was all staged and no soldiers were dying.
She buried her son. This is not a stage.
The only stage I see here is the one the president and the big companies in this country have set up to fool us. To trick us into believing what we are doing there is for the good of all of us.
The companies who are rebuilding Iraq stand to make millions, possibly billions from the US government. Where is that money going to come from?
From the people.
From you.
They laughed about it. Good for business. Bad for people. They laughed while they shoved food and beer down their throats at the expense of the Iraqis and you.
We are not looking for Osama. 11,000 troops are looking for Osama. There are more police in Manhattan than there are soldiers hunting for the man who attacked us.
Because according to our president, he is not a threat.
The oil is more important. They are already planning on owning the oil. They have American oil company there already drilling for it.
I sat and shook my head. No. This can't be true. Why would they lie to us like this? Why would they allow the man who attacked us to go free and go after a country that did not attack us? They were not involved. Our own defense people said right before 9/11 that Saddam had no weapons. That he was not the threat. That he had no means of waging a war against us. That all changed pretty quickly. All of a sudden, they were singing a new tune. We needed a war GW said. He is a war president and he said so. Someone, anyone.
How can we sit by and allow this man to stay in office?
How can we even think of re-electing him?
Billions of the American peoples money, your money, is going to fight this war and then rebuild what we set out to destroy for the oil.
All through this war, people scoffed at the idea of this war being about oil. Everyone said no, it was to liberate them. To free them.
Our own president, in his own words, his own voice, did not call this a war to set these people free. He himself called it an invasion.
Of course they are fighting back he said, no one likes to be occupied, I wouldn't like to be occupied. In his own words.
There is so much more I could tell you and I'm sure I've ruined it for some of you already who don't like being told how a movie goes but some of you, will not go see this film simply because you hate Micheal Moore. Big fat idiot you call him.
Big fat idiot who told the truth. Who spoke to the soldiers who came back from there. Big fat idiot who laid it all out there so that you could see what the president doesn't want you to see.
Please go see this film.
Please go before November. Call it whatever you want to call it but just go see it.
The truth is playing at a theater somewhere near you.

*Before anyone gets their panties all in a bunch, I support our troops. I have a relative over there. I am not anti-american. I am simply against the occupation and invasion of a sovereign nation simply for the soul purpose of owning that nations natural resource. I am against our leader lying to us simply for the purpose of getting what he wants.

Posted by Kat at 11:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (11)

The landman came over and fixed the breaker trip problem and we all laughed about this kind of shit coming in 3's.
1. Lightning striking original AC.
2. New AC tripping the breaker every time you turned on a light in another room.
3. Now that that problem is fixed, the whole back room has no working outlets.
There's my 3. I will call him tomorrow and let him know. poor guy. He has been so on top of shit here and every little thing keeps breaking left and right.
I can't win for losing as my mom says.

ex-roommate and I are going to attempt to go see Fahrenheit 911 tonight at Burns Court, our local indie theater.
There are only 2 theaters showing the movie near us.
The Burns and the Carmike Palm 20.
In Bradenton.
The Hollywood 20, which is a Regal Cinema, has opted to not show the film due to pressure from groups.
Chicken shits.
If we get in to see it, I will post a review.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 5:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Nesquik.com

Sign up to get a 60 count bottle of Olay vitamins.

Only 2 today that were any good. The rest of the freebies I found never send the stuff but I have gotten from both Nestle and Olay before.

Posted by Kat at 1:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Morning.
I was cleaning yesterday instead of playing like I'm sure most people did.
I had some black mold to kill and so I set to work killing said mold with bleach.
I scrubbed and rubbed and soaked and scraped and the mold is now dead.
But in the process of killing said mold, I inhaled bleach fumes and my lungs have been on fire ever since.
They ache, my nose is stuffed and runny and I keep sneezing in my bodies attempts to rid itself of the offending bleach.
I will live.

The boys lit off their fireworks last night and we watched our neighbors set off theirs.
Mother nature had her own show that was better than any fireworks I think.

She lit up the sky with bolts of blue and white and ripped them across the dark night skies over and over again competing with the man made ones shooting off from the surrounding beaches and streets.
She kept up her show longer than anyone else and when she saw that she was victorious in her display of light, she opened the sky a little more and let down the rains in gentle showers and put out any still burning sparks left on the ground by careless men.

We went to sleep tired and hot and they all still sleep but me who tossed and turned and sneezed bleach fumes all night long.
I woke up feeling like the kind of chemical hangover I used to get back in the day of sniffing rush from little brown bottles.
The high was always weird and clouded your head and the next day you felt a little groggy, a little less smart, a little more confused.
Some people in my town sniffed more than me and it was obvious. They were ones with the sort of glazed donut looks in their eyes.
I hated spending money on that shit. One stumble on the uneven sidewalks of the square and your bottle falls from your hand, purse, back pocket, $15 was wasted.
It never seemed worth it to me anyways because of the groggy, achey hangover the next day.
Sniffing was stupid and I know that now as I sit here feeling like I used to the day after and wanting to crawl back into bed. Wanting to block out light and noise and start over without the head pounding and confusion.

Tony say it with pictures.

Chocolate and #1.

While I was lighting shit off, they got me pretty bad too.

Posted by Kat at 8:13 AM | Permalink | Comments (8)

Last night at my sisters, we watched In America.
In America stars the incandescent Samantha Morton and Paddy Considine as two young Irish parents who have lost their only son. Trying to run away from their grief, they move (illegally) to a junkie-infested apartment building in New York City with their two daughters, Christy (Sarah Bolger) and Ariel (Emma Bolger). Though they struggle with meager jobs and suffocatingly hot weather, a friendship with an artist in an apartment below them (Djimon Hounsou, Gladiator) becomes a catalyst that allows them to rebuild their family. In America is splendidly acted throughout--of particular note are the two girls, real-life sisters whose on-screen charisma is clearly a family trait. But it's Morton who anchors the movie; her every emotion seems to glow from her skin. The commitment of the actors keeps the movie compelling, despite some dangerously sentimental patches. --Bret Fetzer

This movie is so wonderful. The whole story is great and the acting is superb.
You should see this one. It is just an amazing movie.
Beautiful.

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Here they are.
Click to make them bigger.
It's just the good ones.

Don't the twins look like these lawyers who make stupid commercials here?

Posted by Kat at 11:21 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Groceries bought. Check.
Free comics gotten. Check.
Lawn mower fixed. Check.
Bike fixed. Check.
Mail MT login info to myself. Check.
Back aching from over doing it. Check.
Hungry from not eating all day. Check.
Will catch up with everyone a bit later on.
I am headed to my sisters house for a few hours tonight so I may blog and bloghop from there.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 4:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I find shit like this amusing.

Click for bigger
Ed Rooney busted for failing to register.
I wonder if I can find his house...

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It's that time of year again for free comic books! Check the FCBD Store Locater to find a store near you that is participating.
Last year was great fun. There were so many kids getting free comics from the store and the library was even giving some away.
A book is a book and if it gets kids to pick something up and read, it's a good thing.

Posted by Kat at 7:15 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Wireless controller

Grodi Girl sent the boys a few of these wireless remotes she had laying around. The boys were thrilled to death. I swear, they couldn't have been happier if it was Christmas morning.
I got a chance to play with them today after they charged up and man oh man, was it so much better than the corded controllers.
No cords pulling the PS2 nearly down to the floor, no tangled cords, no tripping over cords and they really do work up to 30 feet away.
Some of the reviews on Amazon are bad but it's mostly to do with having to wait 12 hours for the battery pack to charge.
Play with your regular controller while it charges you dumb people. I mean c'mon, no cords! Chargeable battery, not having to buy new ones all the time. Shut up and play you freaks.
My next challenge, and I know, I'm sure it can be done, is to have them usable in the multi-tap. They don't seem to want to work that way but I know there is a way and I will find it dammit!
Thanks again to Grodi girl. They love them, I love them. Much fun is being had by all.

Posted by Kat at 9:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Mommy, make the nasty head pounding stop now please.

Posted by Kat at 5:38 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I woke up with a real head splitter so I may or may not be around. All I really want to do is go back to my pitch black room and stay there until the pain goes away.
It really doesn't help my head either when I get up and start reading blogs and it's the same old right vs. left crap every fucking where I look.
Is this shit really necessary?
Ok, so you are a rightie. We HEAR you. Drop it ok.
Other people are lefties. We fucking hear you too. Both of you, shut the fuck up already.
I am so sick of righties telling the lefties that they are idiots, stupid, moonbats, brain-dead etc etc etc.
I am also sick of the lefties calling the righties killers, nazis', war mongers, lunatics, etc etc etc. The list of names both sides are using are fucking stupid.
You are adults. Grow the fuck up and talk like adults.
Some of you talk so much about how kids are so cruel to each other and bully problems and say where the hell do the kids learn this shit from?
They are learning it from you everytime you drive down the street and see a Vote for Kerry or Vote for Bush bumper sticker and the first words out of your mouth is a random name that you think is hysterical.
I can't even stand clicking on certain blogs anymore. I know what awaits me before I even click on them. Every day it's the same thing with some of you. It's like the record is skipping and you won't bother lifting the needle to fix it because it's more fun to hear it say the same words over and over again.
Well, it's not fun.
You call the other side extreme in the way they get their messages across, the comments they post. Take a look at your own shit first before you start yapping your gums at the other side.
Pick the needle off the record.

Posted by Kat at 8:41 AM | Permalink | Comments (14)

I'm bored as you can see. I've broken up a few fights, calmed down from this mornings fun and now am doing memes. Join me.
Found at Lanis'.

You bold the ones you have seen, underline the ones that you own and, when you are done, you add three more that are not already on the list.

01. Trainspotting
02.Shrek
03. M
04. Dogma
05. Strictly Ballroom
06. The Princess Bride
07. Love Actually
08. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings
09. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
10. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
11. Reservoir Dogs
12.Desperado
13. Swordfish
14. Kill Bill Vol. 1
15. Donnie Darko
16. Spirited Away
17. Better Than Sex
18. Sleepy Hollow
19. Pirates of the Caribbean
20. The Eye
21. Requiem for a Dream
22. Dawn of the Dead The original
23. The Pillow Book
24. The Italian Job
25. The Goonies
26. Baseketball
27. The Spice Girls Movie (Spice World)
28. Army of Darkness
29. The Color Purple
30. The Safety of Objects
31. Can't Hardly Wait
32. Mystic Pizza
33. Finding Nemo
34. Monsters Inc.
35. Circle of Friends
36. Mary Poppins
37. The Bourne Identity
38. Forrest Gump
39. A Clockwork Orange
40. Kindergarten Cop
41. On The Line
42. My Big Fat Greek Wedding
43. Final Destination
44. Sorority Boys
45. Urban Legend
46. Cheaper by the Dozen The original
47. Fierce Creatures
48. Dude, Where's My Car
49. Ladyhawke
50. Ghostbusters
51. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
52. Back to the Future
53. An Affair To Remember
54. Somewhere In Time
55. North By Northwest
56. Moulin Rouge
57. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
58. The Wizard of Oz
59. Zoolander
60. A Walk to Remember
61.Chicago
62. Vanilla Sky
63. The Sweetest Thing
64. Don't Tell Mom the Babysitters Dead
65. The Nightmare Before Christmas
66. Chasing Amy
67. Edward Scissorhands
68. Adventures of Priscilla: Queen of the Desert
69. Muriel's Wedding
70. Croupier
71. Blade Runner
72. Cruel Intentions
73. Oceans Eleven
74. Magnolia
75. Fight Club
76. Beauty and The Beast
77. Much Ado About Nothing
78. Dirty Dancing
79. Gladiator
80. Ever After
81. Braveheart
82. What Lies Beneath
83. Regarding Henry
84. The Dark Crystal
85. Star Wars
86. The Birds
87. Beaches
88. Cujo
89. Maid In Manhattan
90. Labyrinth
91. Thoroughly Modern Millie
92. His Girl Friday
93.Chocolat
94. Independence Day
95. Singing in the Rain
96.Big Fish
97. The Thomas Crown Affair
98. The Matrix
99. Stargate
100. A Hard Days Night
101. About A Boy
102. Jurassic Park
103. Life of Brian
104. Dune
105. Help!
106. Grease
107. Newsies
108.Gone With The Wind
109. School of Rock
110. TOMMY
111. Yellow Submarine
112. From Hell
113. Benny & Joon
114. Amelie
115. Bridget Jones Diary
116. Monty Python and the Holy Grail
117. Heavenly Creatures
118. All About Eve
119. The Outsiders
120. Airplane!
121. The Sorcerer
122. The Crying Game
123. Hedwig and the Angry Inch
124. Slap Her, Shes French
125. Amadeus
126. Tommy Boy
127. Aladdin
128. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
129. Snatch
130. American History X
131. Jack and Sarah
132. Monkey Bone
133. Rocky Horror Picture Show
134. Kate and Leopold
135. Interview with the Vampire
136. Underworld
137. Truly, Madly, Deeply
138. Tank Girl *Technically ex-roommate owns it but it's in the house.
139. Boondock Saints
140. Blow Dry
141. Titanic
142. Good Morning Vietnam
143. Save the Last Dance
144. Lost in Translation
145. Willow
146. Legend
147. Van Helsing
148. Troy
149. Nine Girls and a Ghost
150. A Knights Tale
151. Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey
152. Beetlejuice *ex-roommate owns.
153. E.T.
154. Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone
155. Spaceballs
156. Young Frankenstein
157. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
158. American President
159. Bad Boys
160. Pecker
161. Pink Floyd: The Wall
161. X-Men
162. Sidewalks of New York
163. The Children of Dune
164. Beyond Borders
165. Life Is Beautiful
166. Good Will Hunting
167. Run Lola Run
168. Blazing saddles
169. Caligula
170. The Transporter
171. Better Off Dead
172. The Abyss
173. Almost Famous
174. The Red Violin
175. Contact
176. Stand and Deliver
177. Clueless
178. William Shakespeare's Romeo+Juliet
179. Dangerous Liaisons
180. I Am Sam
181. The Usual Suspects
182. U-571
183. Capricorn One
184. The Little Shop of Horrors (the one with Jack Nicholson) *I have the one with Rick Moranis*
185. Die Hard
186. The Flamingo Kid
187. Night of the Comet
188. Point Break
189. Chatterbox
190. Secretary
191. Breakfast at Tiffany's
192. American Beauty
193. Pulp Fiction
194. What About Bob
195. The Long, Long Trailer
196. Miss Congeniality
197. The First Wives Club
199. The Unbearable Lightness of Being
200. The Red Sneakers
201. Calendar Girls
202. Meet The Parents
203. The Ten Commandments
204. Silence Of The Lambs
205. Practical Magic
206. The Client
207. Dances With Wolves
208. Heavy Metal
209. Once Were Warriors
210. Gift (Jane's Addiction)

208, 209, 210 are the ones I added.

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Today is Rah's birthday.
She has been having a hell of a time lately. Injured her foot and goes in for surgery soon. Please go wish her a happy birthday. She is an awesome person and could use a bunch of cheers, good wishes and smiles.

Posted by Kat at 1:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Good? You having a good day?
Let me just tell you how shit is going around here.
First, I'm supposed to go pay the phone bill and all the other bills saturday right, so I call the phone pay place and what do ya know? They are closed on saturday and Monday for the Holiday. Just closed Saturday because they don't want to work that day apparently.
So I call Verizon and ask for another pay place.
Bradenton. Um, no, sorry, can't get to Bradenton. No car, looking at 4 buses to get there, no.
Ok, well there is a store not far from your house that takes payments. I call the store to confirm and the dude gets mad at me cuz I asked if they take phone payments. Starts cursing at me cuz Verizon sends so many people there all the time.
Dude. Chill. I was just asking.
So I call Verizon back and they tell me they can take a payment by phone. Great. One problem. I don't have a checking account or debit card.
I call friend Shell, make her a deal, pay my bill with your debit card, I send you a money order for the amount on Saturday.
Great. She gives me the numbers to make the payment.
Guess what?
They don't take debit cards without a Star, Pulse or Mac logo on them even if it is a Visa check card. No dice.
I email her back, thank you anyway.
Call them back, what am I gonna do, it's gotta be paid by Saturday.
Oh, who told you that?
Well, the 6 fucking people that I have now spoken to this morning.
Oh, you can pay it Tuesday morning no problem. We don't turn off on weekends or holidays. Just pay Tuesday morning. It's ok.
By the way, would you like to buy a cordless phone for just $99.95 and make easy monthly payments of just $5.00?
Hell fucking no!!

Second, the new air conditioner is tripping the power. I have now lost power in just the living room 6 fucking times this morning.
So I had to rearrange a few electronic pieces and cords and move shit around to different surge protectors and outlets.
So far, we have now gone a full 45 minutes without tripping the power again. Keep your fingers crossed for us please.

Third, one good thing.
Grodi girl sent the boys a box of goodies. They are happier than pigs in mud on a hot delta day.
Holy shit girl! Thank you!

I am gonna go collapse now ok? Ok.

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I was at some hotel that had an open pavilion type thing in the middle.
Water fountain, palms, multiple hallways leading to different parts of the hotel and elevators, an open ceiling like a sky light without glass.
I wanted to leave, I needed to leave but I was told I couldn't go back to my room to get my bags and I could not just walk out the main entrance because they couldn't be held responsible if I got hurt.
What? Hurt? From what I demanded. I recall screaming at the bellhops and front desk people.
What, how, could I possibly get hurt?
People, other guests at the hotel started sitting on the chairs and sofas and on the floor locking arms with each other.
I was told to do the same so I sat on the floor near a hallway and locked my right arm with some older man leaving my left arm free.
I heard the noise before I saw anything.
It was loud and booming and people stared up at the open ceiling and started to get excited like they were waiting for fireworks.
The noise got louder and louder. It was loud and booming and like a jet engine.
I looked up to see what could be coming our way that had these people interlocked and thrilled.
The nose of a jet fighter came into view of the open skylight and the noise was deafening.
It wasn't right on top of us but so close you could feel the power of the engine and the heat coming off of it.
It hovered above us and people cheered and then it took off.
Then more came into view and people did the same thing.
I unlocked arms and crawled my way across the floor.
It was windy from the engines and I fell over a few times.
I made my way over to some bellhop and asked what was going on, why were these fighters above us, is it a show, what the hell is going on and what does any of this have to do with me leaving the hotel or even getting my bags.
He said the hotel was close to a military base and these planes were being sent to war. They were loaded with bombs and other weaponry. The hotel decided to be patriotic and show support for the war by making everyone sit there and send these planes off to war and most of the people were cheering and screaming go USA over and over. The sounds of the engines was interspersed with cheering.
But why can't I go back to my room? I didn't want to see this. I don't need to see this. I just want to get my things and leave.
Where are you gonna go he asked? Why don't you just go sit back down and watch.
I want to leave.
Where are you going to go he asked again. There is nowhere to go. We are one of the safest places right now.
What are you talking about I screamed at him.
We're at war he yelled back. Most of the country is under attack, millions already feared dead on the east coast. We are so close to the base, we are sort of under protection. Just go sit back down. After all the fighters have taken off, you can go back to your room but you can never leave.
The sounds of more and more fighters over head was more than I thought I could take.
I broke free from the bellhop who had now grabbed my arm and ran to the exit.
I busted through the doors to look off to the east.

The sky far off in the horizon was lit up a bright orange glow. I could hear bombs dropping. More and more jet fighters screeched over my head.
I fell to the ground and just watched as the sky grew brighter in the distance from fires.
They were dropping bombs on us.
They were dropping bombs on us.
I just laid there frozen watching, listening.

That's when I woke up in a panic.
It took me about 2 hours to get back to sleep.

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