March 3, 2010
Almost killed by an elderly driver today. Seriously.
I had my regularly monthly appointment with my pain doc today, it went well, and then I talked to him about my swollen feet issue that I've had for the last 5 days.
On Saturday night around 6pm or so, I noticed that on my left calf, there was this weird red patch, it was hot and painful to the touch.
By later that night, around 9pm, the red and painful patch had grown, started to swell, and moved down into my left foot, and my foot had also swollen up.
I went to bed and when I woke up Sunday morning, my right foot was swollen as well, and my right calf was also swollen, red, and hot to the touch just like my left.
By Monday morning, both feet, calves, and all of the way up to my knees, were swollen, red, hot, and extremely painful to the touch, just trying to walk to the bathroom was agonizing.
My ankles and feet were the worst, they just kept getting bigger and bigger, but they were not soft, the skin was rock hard when I touched it, which I tried to avoid doing because the slightest touch sent waves of pain through my feet and legs.
My toes were huge, they looked like if they got any more swollen, that they would just explode, and the toe ring I wear on my right foot, had to be taken off on Tuesday night because it was starting to cut off circulation.
I took this picture of my feet right before that, and in it, you can see how swollen up my feet, ankles, and toes were, and you can see the red areas too.
Click the pic for biggie size.
So I showed the doc my feet, he touched them which hurt so bad I thought that I was going to cry, and just walking from my house to the car, the car to the elevator at the doc office building, basically, everywhere I have walked has made it hurt so much that I have had to use my cane which I haven't used since my last surgery.
My doc told me that I absolutely needed to go see my primary care doc tomorrow, or go to the ER if I can't get in to see her, or he's going to call and send an ambulance to take me and have me admitted to the hospital.
The reason is that he believes that it may be a blood clot problem, and even though I have a Vena Cava filter, a blood clot filter, the filter may not be stopping all of the blood clots.
He said that the Vena Cava stops large blood clots, and breaks them up, but if a small blood clot passes through, it will get to my heart and lungs and possibly cause a pulmonary embolism.
He said that I absolutely need to get to either my primary care doc or the ER, tomorrow, and if I don't go tomorrow, he will call an ambulance and have me admitted even if I don't want to, he can order it and there will be nothing I can do, the hospital will not release me until he says so, so I will be seeing my primary care doc tomorrow, no problem, I do not want to be forced to stay in the hospital against my will.
Now this is when I was almost killed by an elderly driver.
After I left his office, I went to the pharmacy that I always go to, it's just a couple of blocks away from his office, they are really quick, and there's other stores in the plaza so that I can go get a soda to wash down my meds after I get them.
I made a very crude drawing of the pharmacy and stuff so that you can sorta see the layout and what happened a bit better.
But what happened was that I was almost in one of those videos where a car goes crashing through the front windows of a store.
This is my very badly drawn picture of the pharmacy, and I had dropped off my script at the drop off window and was sitting in 1 of the 8 chairs that are lined up against the windows.
The windows are very large, they go almost floor to ceiling, and my friend Nic had just left to go back out the the truck to have a smoke and call back her friend who had called while we were in the doc's office.
Just 10 seconds after she walked out, a young man about age 20 or so, who was sitting next to me, grabbed his girlfriend and threw her toward the pick up window, then grabbed my left arm shirt sleeve and yelled at me, "GET UP AND MOVE!! NOW!!!"
I got up as quickly as I could and ran toward the drop off and pick up windows where the young couple had moved to, I turned around just in time to see 1 car coming at us sorta sideways, and it was being pushed by a silver SUV that was being driven by an elderly man who we found out after the cops came, was age 87.
He had tried to park in a space in the parking lot directly across from our windows, and instead of hitting the break, he hit the gas.
His SUV went up over the median and cement curb, and hit a car that was illegally parked along the side of the road, but if that car hadn't been illegally parked there, the old man's SUV would have definitely come straight through those windows, no doubt about it, he was going very, very fast.
The illegally parked car was pushed sideways up onto the sidewalk bending the passenger side wheel almost down flat, and it was pushed up against this huge rubber trash can that squished completely up against the pharmacy glass windows.
The windows cracked, all of the chairs where we had just been sitting, were pushed about 3 feet into the pharmacy lobby, 1 of them was pushed up against the legs of the young man who yelled at me to move, his girlfriend was screaming and trying to squeeze herself up against the wall and pick up window as much as she could.
I was standing there up against the wall in complete shock, I don't know if I screamed, spoke, or if I even made any sound at all, but I do know that when I saw those cars coming at us, I saw the smiling faces of my sons flash before my eyes.
Lucky for us, both cars stopped before coming through the windows.
We are so damn lucky that they stopped, there was absolutely no where for us to go, no door to run through, no counters to jump up on, and the drop off and pick up windows are very small, only big enough to pass through the prescription bags, payments, hands, and the rest of the area of those drop off/pick up windows are covered in thick Plexiglas so that no one can try to jump over the counters and steal medicine.
We were trapped basically, if those cars had come through, we would have been totally trapped with nowhere to go, nowhere to move to, and we absolutely would have been and probably killed by one or both of those cars.
My picture makes the lobby look kind of big, but it's not at all, there's probably a total of 8 feet from the row of chairs to the drop off and pick up windows, that's it, the lobby isn't even big enough to fit 1 car to park it, never mind 2 cars coming fast into it.
After the cars stopped moving, the old man got out of his SUV and looked at the other car and said, "Everybody looks ok", and he got back in his car and tried to drive off.
3 or 4 people started yelling for people to dial 911 and for him to not leave, 1 guy reached through the old man's window and yanked the keys out, he was just going to leave!!
The pharmacy clerk called 911, said there was an accident, a bad one, we needed and ambulance too, and fire and rescue was there within minutes, less than 7 minutes, they were very fast.
The passenger in the car that had been hit and pushed, in the front passenger seat, was trapped inside the car, the dashboard and steering wheel was squished into him.
The driver of that car was using the ATM next door, she saw the whole thing.
She watched as her car was 100% totaled and her 2 passengers, her own elderly father in the front seat, and her son in the back seat, were both injured.
Her son was wearing his seat belt, but the car had been hit so violently from the left side, that he was whipped side to side and his head hit the window on the right passenger side, and his head was bleeding.
Her elderly father was trapped as I said, and he was bleeding from his head also, and he was yelling out in pain about his left leg and he said that his ribs hurt too.
Fire and rescue got the son out first and then worked on the elderly father while the woman was frantically going back and forth between her son and her father, face as white as a sheet, crying, screaming, and the old man who caused all of this, was out of his car and looking at the damage he caused to her car, he picked up part of the radiator grill off of the sidewalk and placed it on what was left of the hood.
There was glass and pieces of the car all over the sidewalk.
Nic came running, from where the truck was parked, she saw the accident but couldn't see if the car had gone through the pharmacy windows or not because of a cement pillar, she didn't know if the car came through and I was hurt or not.
She had to tell the police that she had a friend inside the store, she needed to get in and make sure that I was ok, I heard her yell at the cop who was trying to stop her, "MY friend is in there! She is a disabled single mother! I need to make sure she's ok! Her sons! OMG her sons! You HAVE to let me in there!! NOW!!"
I'm not big on people touching me, I very rarely hug anyone except my own kids and very close relatives like my parents, my sisters, my best friend Shell, etc, but when Nic came in and threw her arms around me, I was never so happy to have someone to hug as when she did that moment.
I was so scared, I was shaking, I felt nauseous, my whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and I started to cry a little bit.
The young couple were hugging each other, the girl was crying very loudly, the pharmacist was also very upset and she just kept asking us if we were all ok, it was like a broken record, she just kept repeating it over and over, "Are you all ok? Are you all ok?"
We were, thankfully both cars had stopped coming, if they had come in, we would probably not even be able to answer her, heck, she might not have even been able to ask that question.
It was a very terrible, absolutely horrifying, experience.
I have never been in a car accident, I have never come close to being hurt or dying from an accident like that.
I have had my heart stop twice during my last surgery, so I have been close to death before, but I have never been that close to almost being seriously hurt or killed in a car accident.
The medics and police did everything they needed to do out there, the pharmacist hurried and filled the scripts of the young couple and myself so that we could get out of there.
We asked the police if they needed statements from us, they didn't, but they did get our names and phone numbers in case they need to talk to us later, and after I finished giving the cop my info, I yelled very loudly that allowing the elderly to renew their license by mail is so fucking wrong because of shit like this.
There are so many accidents in Sarasota that are caused by the elderly, I've posted about it many times before, about all of the accidents that happen every year during season because of how the elderly drive, or should I say, because of how the elderly CAN'T fucking drive, and it pisses me the hell off that they are allowed to renew their drivers licenses by mail every year, that they don't have to be road tested, it's not right.
The elderly should have to be road tested every year after a certain age, they should have to be road tested every single year after the age of retirement, if they take the road test and fail, their license gets revoked.
If this was made into a law, there would be far less accidents every year because a lot of the elderly would have their licenses revoked, I just know it, I see so many elderly people driving around who clearly shouldn't be.
There are so many of them who should not be driving for so many reasons.
Their vision is horribly bad, their reflexes are bad, the medications that they take, they drink and drive all of the time, but the medical reasons alone would probably cause a good majority of them to have their licenses revoked.
I know that this subject gets brought up every couple of years in the state senate, but it needs to come up every year until they actually do something about it.
The elderly absolutely should have to be road tested every single year past the age of retirement.
I'm sick and tired of watching the news and seeing about another accident, watching them cause or nearly cause accidents while I'm out on the road myself, or like today, almost being killed by 1 of them.
Something has to be done, a couple of people, me included, almost died today because another elderly person hit the gas instead of the brake, again.
February 8, 2010
The neighborhood is getting worse.
When I first moved into this duplex, the neighborhood was great, a lot of single family homes, kids playing safely, riding bikes, neighbors actually talking to each other, a really nice place to live.
Over the last few years, it has gone downhill big time.
I keep saying that I need to get a gun for home protection due to almost attempted break-ins, and low-lifes stealing things right out of my carport.
I want to get some home insurance, or renters insurance, not really sure how that works if you rent a house, do you get home insurance or renters insurance?
Anyway, it's getting worse, as I said.
Saturday night, it wasn't late, maybe 8:30pm, the teens wanted to walk up to 7-eleven to get some snacks for themselves, I was still feeling sick, and they had just gone out the door when they came right back in not even 10 seconds later.
There was a really drunk man, looked to be late 20s- early 30s, walking down the sidewalk screaming at anyone else who was outside, that he was "going to get them".
I opened the door a crack so I could hear him and see him, and there he was, walking really fast down the sidewalk trying to catch up to 2 other teenagers, 2 boys looked about Sebastian's age, maybe 15-16 years old, who were trying to get home.
The guy was screaming, staggering around, but looked really angry, fists clenched up, and the 2 teens were trying to walk as fast as they could to get away from him, and he kept yelling.
The neighbor guy next door went out to see what was going on, the 2 teens were by his mailbox now, and he asked them what was going on.
They asked him for help, they told him the guy was following them, had followed them all the way down the street, they asked him to please help, to call the cops.
The neighbor didn't go in and call the cops, instead he tried to talk to the drunk guy.
Tried.
The drunk took a swing, that's when I told Sebastian to get me the phone, I called the cops and told them what was going on, and they said they were sending 2 units out.
Lucky they were close by, they got here in about 1 minute, so they must have been just down Ashton road by the post office or something,
The neighbor was not fighting with the guy, not swinging back, but he did get hit a few times, the 2 teens were practically hiding behind the neighbor's SUV, they were still scared, being quiet, 1 of them yelled to the drunk guy to leave him alone because the drunk kept swinging at and connecting about 1 out of every 4 swings, to the neighbor.
The cops just grabbed the guy, didn't even try talking to calm him down, just grabbed him because he was being violent.
They cuffed him and put him in the cruiser and then got statements from the neighbor and the 2 teens, and then came and took our statements, then they hauled him off to jail.
We were in the house, the teens watching out the windows, and I out the cracked door, none of us were going to go out there, no way.
I'm getting really annoyed with the kinds of people who have moved into the neighborhood man.
I'm just tired of the attempted break-ins, thieves, and now, the belligerent drunks trying to beat up teenagers.
January 8, 2010
Almost got whacked in the parking lot!
My friend Nic and I went to the dollar store early this afternoon, I needed to grab some cat food and stuff, and when we got out of the car to walk to the store entrance, we almost got whacked by not 1, but 2, going way too fast in a parking lot, high risk drivers of the blue haired senior variety.
We almost got run over by 2 blue-haired seniors who obviously couldn't see where they were going because A) they were driving way too fast, and B) because they think they have the right to do whatever they want to whenever they want to, and C) because they probably didn't even see us!
They didn't use their blinkers either, and 1 of them parked in the handicapped space and did not have the thing on their license plate or the plaque hanging from their rear-view mirror either, there was absolutely no handicapped sign anywhere on their car, and neither of them appeared to be handicapped.
Being old is not a disability, it's just being old.
I know that not all disabilities are visible, I know this better than anyone as my disability is not visible, but if there is no handicap sign somewhere on their car, they should not be parking in those spaces no matter how old they are, as I said, old age is not a disability.
When they got out of their cars, Nic yelled at them to watch where they're going next time, and 1 of the old ladies turned around and told us to leave them alone or they were going to call the cops.
WTH?
Call the cops because we told them to watch where they were going?
Seriously, I absolutely hate season, hate it with a passion kind of hate because of all of the out-of-state seniors who are here and driving so dangerously, thinking they own the roads, thinking that they can do whatever they want, and just being incredibly rude.
Moving on!
The dollar store had a really good deal on the kind of cat food that I buy, The Goodlife Recipe.
At Publix, it's $4.99 for a 2.7lb bag, and the dollar store had it for just $3.29 for the 2.7lb bag.
I saved $1.70 per bag, so I might just have to go buy the kitties cat food from there from now on.
I also got a box of Arm & Hammer carpet powder to not only get rid of odors, but I found that it also helps pull all of the cat hairs out of the carpet.
With 4 cats, there's always a ton of cat hairs in the rug, and I end up dumping a ton of dirt and hairs out of the bagless vac normally, even more if I use the carpet powder.
I also picked up some night time cold medicine for Mark because he ends up coughing a lot from his cold when he's trying to sleep.
He's coughing a lot, but he coughs even more at night.
I think I may get some of that Mucinex and see if that helps him, I know that it worked good for me when I tried it, so hopefully it will work good for him so that he can get some sleep.
The poor kid had huge bags under his eyes when he got up today from not getting much sleep.
I'll try to remember to pick some up when I go to Publix tomorrow to do the grocery shopping.
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December 27, 2009
I'm going to get a gun somehow.
The teens and I were sitting here waiting for my sister to arrive so that we could all go see Avatar, when I saw one of the teen thugs who live across the street and have tried to break in my house before, walking toward my front door with a big, long, pointy thing, like a knife, to come break my door again.
Yes, the night they came in before, they thought the door was locked and they pried the door knob latch panel open, away from the door jam.
I know this because the next day the door wouldn't shut and when I looked at it, it had been pulled away so I had to screw it back into the door jam.
Anyway, I saw him coming so I ran to the window and opened the blinds up even more, he saw me and ran back across the street to his house.
I grabbed the phone and called the cops.
My sister showed up, I explained the cops were on the way to talk to me, so I couldn't go to the movies.
Plus, I'm not going to leave my house for 3-4 hours (they are going to Best Buy after the movie) and just leave it here for them to really break in and steal something this time.
So the teens are gone and I'm sitting here with the house all locked up tight, blinds open, and if one of those two thugs come back, they may get hit with a 2x4 before I ever even dial 911.
Rotten fuckers.
I swear, they ever try to get in my house again, one of them is going to end up fucking seriously hurt.
December 12, 2009
Stalking the mail man from now till Christmas.
I'm sitting here with the door open waiting for the mail man because my Mom and Dad sent out a money order this past Tuesday, and it should be here any day now.
I have to sit here and stalk the mail man because of what happened this past Monday night.
I Twittered it, but forgot to blog it.
Around 8:15-20pm on Monday night, Sebastian and I went for a walk to the corner store, Mark stayed home doing his nightly raiding in WoW, so off we went closing the door but leaving it unlocked like we always do when someone is staying home.
When we got back just 10 minutes later, Sebastian and I both noticed that the screen door and main door were open, not just a little open either, but open plenty wide enough that a person could walk through it without having to turn sideways or anything.
Carmine was out and sitting in the driveway, and Kali, Nova, and Shahiro were all sitting in the doorway but looked like they were just about to walk out when we arrived.
I immediately started calling for Mark, was he outside?
Inside?
Where was he and why were the doors open?
Mark was in the house and that's when he said that just about 2 minutes before Sebastian and I got back, he had been sitting in the other room playing WoW when he heard the front door open, so to be funny and scare Sebastian and I, he yelled "Who the fuck is there?! I have a gun!"
He told us that when neither I or Sebastian replied, he yelled out for me, "Mom?!"
He got no reply again, but that's when he heard the screen door scrape on the door step, he came out of the room, didn't see anyone, saw the doors opened, and started to look around the house in case someone was inside and just not answering him, and that's when we walked up.
Someone had broken into my house, and yes, even though we left the door unlocked, it is still a break in if the home owners didn't invite the person to come in.
My cats almost got out, if anything had happened to them, the teens would have been so upset, I would have been so upset, and those kitties were most certainly thinking about going out that door too.
Whoever it was that had opened the door and come in, left as soon as they heard Mark, but we were coming down the sidewalk, so this person whoever it was, was on foot and either ran into the back yard to hide, or ran back across the street to their house.
Yup, I said their house.
I truly believe that it was one of the two teenagers who live across the street.
They moved in about 4-5 months ago with their family, and one day I caught them looking in the windows of the duplex directly to my left.
They were looking in every single window around the house, I watched them go to every window, whispering to each other, and then they went to the guy's back door, and that's when I yelled that I was calling the police.
They couldn't see me, I was inside my house, but I know they heard me because they both yelled "Shit!" and hauled ass back across the street.
I totally believe that the person who tried to come in my house on Monday was one of these two teens with a breaking and entering problem.
I didn't call the cops on Monday night, I can't prove it was them, plus my friends had shown up in a big black SUV, and when I explained to them what happened, both of my guy friends started talking really loudly about beating some ass.
We could see someone peering through the mini-blinds of that house across the street, so yeah, I'm positive that it was one of those teen thugs.
The mail came today at a little bit past 12 noon, he had a Medicare statement, a note from my doctor about what my co-pay will be in January, (new year, new co-pays) and a box with an item for me to review inside of it, but no letter with a money order from Mom and Dad.
I will be watching for the mail again on Monday, Tuesday, and Mark will have to watch for it on Wednesday as I have a dentist appointment, (Squee!) and so we will just have to stalk the mail man every day until it arrives.
When other relatives let me know that they will be sending money down for the teens for Christmas, I will have to do the same thing.
If those thugs are willing to break into my home and try to steal stuff, they are probably willing to steal my mail too.
It's sucky people like that who make me want to get a gun.
Off and on for a few years now, I have wanted to get a gun for home protection, but then I change my mind, and now I'm changing my mind again.
Jerks.
November 23, 2009
One of these days I'm going to win the lotto.
When I win the lotto, I'm going to buy a new house and I'm going to install a good security system.
Sebastian and I just went for a walk to 7eleven to get some snacks for all of us.
Mark wanted some beef jerky, Sebastian wanted some gummies, and I wanted some Ben & Jerry's Phish Food ice cream.
I love that stuff.
Anyway, when we were coming back home, I saw someone go in my yard, not the driveway, but in the side yard.
It always makes me nervous to see people in my yard, especially at night.
I don't know who they are, why they are in my yard, or what they are doing or planning to do.
We've had stuff stolen quite a few times, 2 gas cans, 3 bicycles, a brand new trash can (?), and a basketball while the teens were playing with it one day.
The guy just rode right into our driveway, and grabbed the basketball, and drove off.
The teens were stunned, they had been playing with it, Sebastian didn't catch it, so it started to roll toward the ditch, and that's when the guy pulled in and stole it.
They came running in the house to tell me but they didn't get a plate number for the red SUV the guy was driving.
All Mark could tell me was that it was a Dodge Ram SUV, so that's all I could tell the cops when I called.
Yes, I know, I called the cops over a stolen basketball, but the teens saw the back of his SUV, it had bicycles in it and other stuff, like the guy was just driving around stealing stuff from peoples yards.
People in my yard makes me nervous, what if they are looking to steal things, or if they are trying to steal things, or what if they are scoping the house, ya know?
Maybe they are casing the house to see if anyone is home to break in, or if they can break in the front or back, and what way is the easiest way to break in.
I have an alarm on my backdoor, but the windows don't have alarms on them, there's no alarm on the front door, and even though I can lock the house up really good, if someone wants to get in, they will find a way to get in.
Because of people like that, I want to get a home security system installed, something that will deter people from trying to break in like a sticker on the windows, or one of those signs that you put in your front yard, but also a system that would alert the police if someone was already in, plus an ear piercing siren that would make them stop dead in their tracks and run.
The alarm on my back door is ear piercing, but as I said, I only have that one alarm.
My mom sent me a window alarm but I don't know which window to put it on, front or back.
I would love to get a cctv system.
Cameras at the windows and doors, in the side yard especially, that's where I see people the most, and my side yard goes to the back yards and back doors of 4 of my neighbors.
If someone is in my back yard, they can easily see the houses of 4 of my neighbors and their back doors.
A home surveillance system with cameras would be very cool to have, plus it would be even cooler if I could hook the whole thing up to my computer so I could see everything the cameras are seeing on my computer monitor.
I know that's possible because I've seen that kind of system in a friend's house in Tampa when he had a party.
He showed us on his computer monitor all of the different camera views, so we were all standing there watching the other people who came to his party.
When he saw a guy peeing in his bushes, he turned on the mic that's hooked up to it, and said over the mic and speakers, "Stop peeing in the bushes!".
Jason turned around and was looking everywhere for who said it, but there was no one there.
He came in the house and was like "Hey man, I think your neighbors are watching us, someone just yelled at me for peeing in your bushes".
We all busted up laughing at him, he had no clue why wee were laughing, he was so confused. hahaha
I did have someone try to break in here once about 7 years ago, I could see them turning the knob on my back door, I could hear them whispering to each other, I knew they were out there so I very quickly turned on the lights and I pulled the alarm trigger myself.
That ear piercing siren went on and the lights were on, and I heard them yell to each other, "RUN!", and that was that, they ran.
That's when I was home and awake, what if someone tries to break in when I'm not home or asleep?
That scares me, to be asleep and have someone break in.
I would hate to wake up, be in that half awake groggy stage, and see someone standing in my room or the hallway, I'd probably pee myself.
Anyway, the person in my side yard tonight?
It's a kid who is staying with Dave, my neighbor directly behind me.
Dave is a really cool guy and neighbor, and he has a woman and her son staying with him for awhile, I think it's his sister and his nephew.
The kid was coming back from a friend's house on the street one over from us, and instead of going all of the way around, it's like 2 really long blocks, so he cut through my yard.
Now that I know who he is, I don't have a problem with him cutting through, but whenever I see someone going through my side yard, I will be looking to see who it is and what they are doing.
If it's him, no problem, but if it's a stranger casing my house or one of my neighbors houses, I will be watching through the blinds and have my phone in hand in case they do try to break in to my house or a neighbors house.
People who break in houses, people who break in cars, people who steal cars and things, are like the lowest.
They don't want to work for what they want, they just decide to take it from people who did work for it.
I really hate thieves.
October 30, 2009
Bad day to knock on my door.
Around 11am this morning, there was a very loud knock on my door, I thought it might have been the mailman, I was expecting a package today, (got it Mom, thanks!) but it wasn't the mailman, it was 2 women selling god.
When I peeked out the door window, I saw the 2 women standing there and one of them was holding a big wooden box.
I wasn't sure they were god sellers at first, the big wooden box threw me for a loop, I thought they may have been selling some of those entertainment coupon books, or some of those pizza discount coupons, or maybe they were going door to door selling Rocky Patel cigars or magazine subscriptions, the wooden box really threw me off.
As soon as I opened the door and asked "May I help you?", I knew what they were selling.
One of the women had started to take out a Watchtower magazine, and because now is so the wrong time to be trying this crap with me, I snapped.
"Are you banging on my door trying to sell god?!" I shouted.
One of the women started to say "Ma'am, being the day before Halloween..." but I cut her off before she could even finish that sentence, "Get the hell off of my property right now!"
The same woman who had started to tell me that being the day before Halloween they felt the need to remind people about god, tried to protest, but I just kept shouting for them to get off of my property right freaking now or I would call the police.
They tried to go to the door on the other half of my duplex, but that unit is still empty, so I yelled at them again, "That apartment is vacant, no one lives there, so get the hell off of my property right now! Do NOT make me come outside, Do NOT make me call the cops, get your feet moving very quickly and get the hell off of my property right now!"
The 2 women were looking at me in complete disbelief, like how dare I yell at them to get off my property, how dare I threaten them with the police or make me go outside after them.
They were walking rather slowly towards the sidewalk, so I opened the door and yelled even louder, and had grabbed the 2x4 that I keep behind the front door.
Once they saw that, they started running out of the driveway as fast as they could.
I just wasn't in the mood to even try talking to them about their god, I didn't want to hear it, I didn't want to even be dealing with it.
I don't give a crap about tomorrow being Halloween, the one day of the year that the dead supposedly walk the earth, none of it, I just didn't want to hear what they were trying to sell me and all of the other people on my street.
They turned into the driveway to my left and my neighbor was outside with his dog, he had heard me yelling at them, so before they even got a few feet into his driveway, he yelled at them to get off of his property too.
I don't know what it is that makes these people think they have the right to go door to door all of the time, what makes them think they have the right to do this?
Would they like it if I came to their home and started telling them about atheism?
I bet they wouldn't, I bet they would do exactly as my neighbor and I did, and yell at us to get off of their property.
I'm just so over this kind of stuff, and I seriously pity the next person who comes to my door with this crap, and I bet someone will come back tomorrow morning.
They are always at it on Saturday mornings, and with tomorrow actually being Halloween, I bet there will be another team of them going door to door trying to warn people of the evils of Halloween.
October 15, 2009
Filing a formal complaint.
Yesterday was just not a good day here.
At 11:25am, one of Sebastian's teachers called me, not the house phone, but my cell phone.
The cell phone is the emergency contact number on the call list if they call the house number first and do not get an answer.
The school knows that I am usually at home 24 hours a day unless I have a doc appointment, so why she called that number I haven't a cue.
But it's what she said to me that was the problem.
She asked me where Sebastian was.
I told her he was at school, she told me that he wasn't, that he never showed up at Riverview High School at all, he was marked absent by all of his teachers for the 3 class periods that had already passed.
I told her that was impossible, he left here at 6:45am, he walks to school, he wouldn't ever skip school, that's not the kind of kid he is, he's got to be there I told her.
She kept repeating to me that he was not there, that he never arrived, her exact words to me were "Sebastian Cooper has not been on Riverview High school property at all today, he is not on property."
I started to panic, Mark was now listening to me very closely.
I asked her again where he was, how did the school misplace a student, I said that I knew they got 1,600 new students this year, but come on, how can they not know if he was there?
She repeated it again, he was not on school property at all.
I hung up on her and immediately called the school's main number and demanded them to find my son.
I explained to the poor secretary what the teacher had told me, and the secretary was baffled why such a call was made to me by a teacher.
She said that anytime the school thinks a student is missing, it is not the teacher's job to call a parent, but the administration's, she asked me what number was called, I told her my cell phone, she said that was also odd because she was looking at Sebastian's information, and it clearly stated to call the home number first.
I was really panicking now, the secretary had not confirmed if Sebastian was there, she was just talking about the teacher's actions, so I asked her if my son was there.
She said that he had indeed been marked absent by all of his class teachers that morning.
I demanded that they find him, to have security go look for him, that he had to be there, he left here at 6:45am, he just had to be there.
She told me that they would go look for him and call me back.
When Mark heard me say that, he quickly got dressed, he grabbed my other cell phone and his ID card, and said he was going to the high school to find his brother.
He tore off out of the house, he was going to either find his brother at school or on the side of the road if he had been hit.
The street he walks to school has also been under sidewalk construction, so all kinds of bad things had gone through my head, I was Twittering the events, I had to do something while I waited for the school to find my son or for Mark to find him, I was in a complete panic.
When she called me back, she said that security was still looking for him, that they were speaking to his teachers and asking them if they had seen him at all, and she wanted to ask me what clothes he was wearing, security needed a visual to search for.
I told her, khaki cargo shorts, a black t-shirt, white sneakers, he has blond shaggy hair, blue eyes, he's carrying a gray backpack.
She said that they would call me back again.
When she called me back, she told me that he was there, he was in his PSAT testing all morning like he was supposed to be doing, and that the teacher's had marked him absent incorrectly, but that they all knew that he was in testing, all of the teachers had been informed and knew about it for weeks.
She then told me that I needed to file a formal complaint against the teacher for causing me to panic, for telling me incorrect information and causing me to worry, that the teacher knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Sebastian was in PSAT testing all morning.
I told her that I wanted him to come home, that my oldest son was there, to release Sebastian to his custody and bring him home, I was too upset to just leave him there, if he was done with his testing, I wanted him home.
I had now been in a panic for about 40 minutes, my heart was racing, I was dizzy and lightheaded, nauseous, I wanted my child at home.
She said she understood completely, she's a mom to, that if a teacher had called her and said the same thing, she would also want her child at home immediately.
She reminded me to file the complaint, gave me the name and number of the person in charge at the school board to call and make the complaint to, she said she herself was upset about this, that it simply wasn't right for the teacher to make that call, not only wasn't it right, but it wasn't school protocol for a missing student.
She was going to release him to Mark who was now there, but an administrator, Dr. Moore, told her to hang up, that she wanted to speak to Sebastian, the teacher who called me, and Mark.
Dr. Moore called me a few minutes later, told me that the teacher had told her what she really said to me, that I was wrong.
She said the teacher told her that the teacher had asked me why Sebastian was absent 2 days last week, and wanted to know why.
I told Dr. Moore that was not true, that she never asked me or said anything about his absences last week, she told me point blank that he was nowhere on school property today, she did not say anything about last week, and if that's the story the teacher told Dr. Moore, she was lying because she now understood to severe gravity of what her phone call to me about him being missing, would mean to her job.
Dr. Moore told me that was not true, that I had simply misunderstood her, that the teacher did not know about PSAT testing, that none of the teachers did.
I told her that was complete bullshit, that letters were sent home to parents 2 weeks ago, that his teachers did know, the secretary had even confirmed that, all the teachers knew.
Dr. Moore said the secretary did not know what she was talking about, basically, Dr. Moore was calling the secretary a liar.
She yelled at me that I was stupid for wanting my child home.
She called me stupid.
WTF kind of administrator is this to call a parent stupid??
I was furious at this point and demanded to know her name.
She screamed into the phone "NO!" and hung up on me.
I called the cell phone that Mark had, I asked him who the administrator was who had called me, spoken to him and Sebastian, he asked Sebastian, and then told me, Dr. Moore.
I wrote the name down on the same piece of paper where I had written the name of the teacher and the school board contact name and number.
I called the secretary again to have my son released, she was very upset, she said she was yelled at for giving me any information.
I told her I was sorry about that, really sorry, but I wanted my son released to his brother immediately, and she said she had just let them leave.
I asked for her name, I told her that I would make sure that when I filed my formal complaint, that I would make sure the school board knew that she did everything she could to help me and that she was now in trouble for helping me find my son and releasing him.
She thanked me and gave me her name, she kept apologizing for what had happened, I told her that it was all ok, not her fault, that she was amazing, kept me calm, found my son, let him leave with his brother and got in trouble herself for helping me find my child.
During all of this mess, I was still waiting on my doctor to call me back with news on my medication and insurance battle, I was in pain, my heart was racing, I felt sick to my stomach over this whole ordeal.
I was on the phone with the school, my insurance company, and the doctor's office all morning, going back and forth with 3 places, my head was splitting.
I have a blood pressure monitor at home now because of my high blood pressure which I take meds for, and so after I calmed down a little bit, I took it.
Not good, not good at all.
It was 165 over 107, that is really super high if you don't know.
If I had gone to a doctor at that point, they would have immediately thought I was having a heart attack and strapped me down to a table and ran all kinds of tests like an EKG, and probably would have called for an ambulance.
I took another bp pill, and laid down on the couch and waited for my sons to come home.
When they came home, Sebastian told me that the teacher who had called me and started this whole mess, had actually told him on both Monday and Tuesday, to NOT go to any of his classes, to go to his PSAT testing, she was reminding him about the testing, so she did know where he was, she herself had reminded him about the testing, so why she called me and told me he was missing, he didn't know.
I called the school board and made the formal complaint verbally, and they are sending me forms to fill out for the written complaint.
Not only did I file against the idiot teacher, but I filed against Dr. Moore as well for her extremely inappropriate and unprofessional behavior for calling me stupid, refusing to give me her name, and hanging up on me.
Dr. Moore is the high school assistant principal.
May 11, 2009
Thought about it for 2 seconds.
Like many other bloggers, I've thought about calling it quits, shutting down my blogs, quitting working online, just getting off of here and not coming back.
Every blogger who quits has their reasons, but the most stated reason is that other bloggers had finally gotten to them, and they just couldn't deal with it anymore.
Lately I've been under some fire, some pressure, from various people, other bloggers, because of how and what I post here on my blog, and how I do my job on a forum.
I've read the criticisms about my blog, and while I don't agree with everything that has been said, I do agree with some of it.
I know that I post TMI (too much information) sometimes, I know that I post things that other people would never post about, but I also have my own fine line that I never cross.
Believe me, I've come very close to posting certain things about myself and my life, and then I realized that I was at my own line and decided to not cross it.
What my line is isn't important, but I do have one.
I've been upset for the last 24 hours or so because of some things that are being said by another blogger who knows absolutely nothing at all about me, doesn't even interact with me on those forums, but she's got a bee in her breeches that she has me all figured out.
She seems damn proud of herself at the moment too, she is under the impression that I am committing Munchhausen by internet, committing emotional fraud, always looking for attention, and that I'm always on that forum saying "Look at me! Look at me!" because I post a lot.
I wrote about this yesterday, because like I said, it is bothering me, but not for the reasons people may be thinking it is.
I'm not upset because gosh darn it, she's got me all figured out, that I'm always wanting attention and dying for people to notice me, that I've put myself in a position of authority because I want or like the attention, no, I'm upset because that's what she thinks, and that's not what the facts are.
I didn't put myself in a position of authority, I can not put the name "moderator" under my own name on those forums, the owners of said forum put that there after asking me to do that job.
It is my job to interact in the threads where people are asking questions, where people want an answer to a question.
It is my job to be there on those forums and respond to people.
Does anyone think it's easy being the only person on a forum with the mod title under their name?
Does anyone have any idea how hard it can be?
I have to deal with all of the questions, all of the problems, and I have to try and get answers to those problems, try to get answers to those problems day after day, week after week, and sometimes the answers I'm given are the wrong ones, and sometimes the answers I post are the wrong ones, and I try like hell to correct the wrong answers when I can, when I've learned the right answers.
I have to deal with angry people, upset people, people who think they should get their problem dealt with before everyone else, people who complain, and so on.
But yay, now she knows, now she knows that I'm committing emotional fraud, that I'm a sad, pathetic, wannabe center of attention, and now she feels sorry for me because now it saddens her, and now she'll be more thoughtful, suspicious even, and more understanding in the future when she sees me post in every thread.
And now she'll probably delete that post too.
I know that by posting this I stand to get some flack, some more heat, may have more people angry with me, but I'm tired of people making assumptions about me, tired of people saying untruths about me.
Instead of thinking I inserted myself, why don't they just ask the owners who asked me to do the job, if they did ask me to do it.
April 10, 2009
Stolen credit card numbers and people really suck.
I've been watching my Amscot credit/debit card account like a hawk for a few months now, I kept seeing all these "test" charges showing up, $1 here, $1 there, for things like iTunes, Napster, and today, Snapfish.
I don't have an iTunes account, I don't have a Napster account either.
I do have a Snapfish account, but I haven't logged into it in over 8 months, until today that is, after I saw the above 2 charges.
I wanted to see if they had like a service charge for having the account that would explain those 2 charges, but no, they don't, AND I have never used my Amscot card at their site.
I called Amscot a few minutes ago to have this card canceled and get a new one, I was prepared to have to pay the $25 fee for closing this card and getting a new one, but the customer service agent told me that I didn't have to pay the fee because they were switching things up, and all I need to do is go in to my local branch to have it all taken care of.
When I go in, they will take this card, give me a new temporary card, transfer my balance over, and in about a week, I'll get my new card in the mail.
I will need to contact SSDI and switch over my direct deposit information because it's not just the card being swapped out, it's the whole account, they are changing everyone's accounts to the new system.
He said the new system will be a lot better, it will stop all these fraudulent charges right away, it will have text capability to check balances, less fees for transactions, a whole bunch of new features he said, so I need to get up there and take care of this.
I have a check from the Airborne class action suit to deposit anyway, so yeah, I need to try and get up there as soon as I can.
April 9, 2009
Someone broke my AC.
I know that's a totally crappy picture, but it's the best I could do because I can't raise my head to see what I'm even taking a picture of.
What you're looking at though is a puncture, someone punctured the AC's coolant line, intentionally.
It was done sometime between Monday night and this morning.
The AC may still cool the house off for a few days at the most, and then it will be totally dead.
When it is turned on, the freon just blows out that hole, the house does cool a little bit, but water leaks from the bottom, it sprays out of the top cooling vents, and soaks the carpet and floor, and the wall where the AC is.
I tried to call my landlord a bunch of times, but his voice mail says he is gone for the long holiday.
His kids are on spring breaks and it's Easter.
I can't reach him.
It totally figures that I'd get my income taxes back, pay off loans, pay off a bunch of bills, doctor bills, doctor appointments, prescriptions etc, and then something major breaks.
I did get paid from some paid blogging today but it is nowhere near enough to buy a new AC at all.
It's going to cost between $300-$400 to get a new one.
The heat wasn't too bad today, but it's going to get hotter.
This is the forecast for the week, and I'm dreading it.
I don't know who did this, who would do this, but someone intentionally poked the AC coolant line and has made it so all of the freon will escape if we turn it on.
Mindy's husband Chris stopped by this afternoon to look at it, and that's what he told me, that someone poked it with a screwdriver or some other object, it can't be repaired, no AC service centers repair them, I called all over today.
They all told me I'm better off just buying a new one, but with what?
It just figures, this is what my life is like, this is what always happens to me.
Things go good for a little while, and then BAM!
I called the pawn shop up the street to see if they'd buy any of my jewelry.
Nope, they only take gold and I'm a sterling silver kind of girl.
I just don't know what to do at this point.
I think I've spent most of the day crying off and on out of sheer frustration over this.
The heat is going to get to me really bad, my body can't handle the heat, and I have another surgery coming up soon, I'll be in that damn halo brace, and it's just really going to suck.
I don't know why someone did this, why would someone do this?!
I leave people alone, I don't bother, heck, I don't even talk to most of my neighbors, but still someone poked the damn thing and killed it.
The teens think it was either the punk ass teens who are always following them home tormenting them, or just other punk ass teens in the hood.
I don't know, all I know is I just have really shitty fucking luck and I don't know why or what to do right now.
April 1, 2009
Migraines and badly behaved children.
Mindy and I took Sebastian to his appointment with the neuro for his migraines this afternoon.
He and I answered the doc's questions, and it was decided to remove him from one of the medicines, and increase the dosage on the other because it works better.
He won't be taking the Topamax any longer, but will increase the Propranolol to 3 times per day, with a 2 pill dose at night.
They seem to prevent the migraines from coming on better than the Topamax does, but if he still does get a migraine, to treat it with Tylenol or whichever OTC pain med works best for him.
The doc said that because he once again mentioned Excedrin Migraine, but it didn't work at all for Sebastian, so he told us to use what works best.
Before we even went in to see the doc, Sebastian was clutching his head, he usually gets migraines in the mid-afternoon or really early morning, so seeing as it was after 2pm, it was about right for one to come on.
The noise in the doc's waiting room didn't help matters.
I've had small kids, boys, I know how loud they can be when they play, but I don't know what has happened with this generation of mothers.
There were 3 young boys there, between ages 5-7, and all of them were running around, yelling, screaming, and making a total mess with the toys in the waiting area.
When I opened the door to enter, I had to step over toys that were right in front of the door with no one playing with them.
The mothers all just looked at me like it's perfectly ok to make other people step over your child's toy messes in front of a door at a doctor's office.
They had toys everywhere, yet they were only playing with a few of them.
Blocks here and there, trucks over there, more blocks over that way, just all over the place.
And they kept running around, jumping up and down, several times I had to pull my feet back because of their running around, I was afraid one of them was going to run across my foot, trip on it and land on it, or run by and kick me.
When it came time for them to leave, it was not the kids who picked up the toys, oh no, the mothers did.
All the mothers did while their children ran around making noises and messes, was sit there and gab with each other, they paid absolutely no attention to their kids at all.
They also gave their kids stickers and lollipops for "being good".
Excuse me?
That's being good?
Running around a doctor's office yelling and screaming, making messes with toys everywhere, not cleaning them up when finished, is considered being good?!
Sorry, but even at age 3, both of my sons picked up their toys when finished playing with them, and when in a public place like a doctor's office, they were only allowed to play with one toy at a time, when finished with it, put it away, and then they could play with something else.
They also knew not to run around, yell and scream.
They knew that when we were in public, they had to be on their best behavior, use manners, clean up their toys, and use indoor voices.
We were only in there about 5 minutes, before Sebastian had to leave and go wait in the hallway where it was quieter, and when it was his turn, I called him to come in.
One mother even totally lost control of her kid while we were in with the doc, and the kid came running down that hallway, yelling and screaming as he went.
What is wrong with today's mothers?
Don't they know that they have to teach their kids to behave when in public?
If they want their kids to act like that at home, fine, but when in public, your kid needs to be on their best behavior, indoor voices, no running, no making a mess, and teach them to clean it up.
This isn't your living room, it's a doctor's office.
Teach them to behave when in public, it's not ok to let your child run around in a waiting room, there are other people there besides you and your kid.
March 26, 2009
Answer me if I ask.
I don't like it when people try to pull the wool over my eyes intentionally, or claiming ignorance, that they didn't mean to beat around the bush, so to speak.
The economy is in the crapper, we all know it, it shows signs of wanting to get better, the DOW has been slowing climbing, but millions of people are still out of work, many more are still losing their jobs, homes, cars, etc.
I mean, what kind of crazy is it that a car company is advertising a "deal" that if you lease a car from them and lose your job in any time during the lentgh of the lease, that they will let you out of the lease, no questions asked, no money owed on the contract?
Yeah, it's kinda crazy, scary economic times.
So yeah, I don't like it when people try to get me with stuff.
I received an email in the wee hours of the morning, I was still awake, (still am too) and it was a very brief email offering me nothing at all in the way of information other than an opportunity for me and my blog readers, and other single moms, we'd all be helping each other.
I'm always on the lookout for my fellow single moms, and the email was very brief, the person wanted to set up a time to speak with me by phone, so my skeptic alarms are going off already ya know?
Any time someone says something like opportunity and speak by phone in the same sentence, you can pretty much bet on it that money will be involved, either them wanting to sell you something, or get you to sell something.
So I emailed back a very detailed list of questions that I wanted answered before I agreed to any kind of phone call about this way to help my single mom readers.
The reply I got back was just as short as the first, and just as I had suspected, it was an opportunity for "affordable life coaching for women".
You can either be the person needing the coaching for a monthly fee which goes from $19 per month, $39 per month, and $59 per month, I almost needed some adult diapers when I read those fees for it, or you can be the one selling these monthly life coaching packages to other women on commission.
I had asked about 10 very specific questions, none of them were answered in the reply, not a single one.
That upset me greatly, it was a waste of my time to even write out those questions even though the first email they sent said that if I had any questions, to ask.
I don't like having the wool pulled, and I don't like having my time wasted.
But the person did include in the second email, a link to their site, and from there, I found a link to the site for the life coaching.
I had to click around to find the information that this person should have told me.
If they were looking to make money, they should have at least answered my questions.
I know they probably do their best work verbally, and that's why they wanted to pitch to me by phone, but I never give out my phone number to anyone I don't know, first of all, and second, until I know why I'm giving out my number, I need to know why my time is about to be spent on the phone.
After getting the second useless email, having to go searching for the information myself, I was kind of irritated.
I really felt that my time was wasted by someone who is obviously wanting to make money either by selling these coaching packages, or by getting a commission for getting new sellers to sign up, yet they offered me absolutely nothing in the way of information about this supposed grand thing that they wanted me to post about here on my blog for my readers, and really push it to my single mom readers.
I wrote back after that second email and having to spend time to learn what it was all about, how irritated I was, and what a crappy job they had done trying to sell this to me, probably wanting to sell me a life coach package, and also getting me to post about it on my site for free for them, and even after my semi-scathing email, they still had the nerve to ask me to post a link to their main website.
That pretty much appalled me, and I'm so steamed at this point, that I have not even replied to that email.
I can't.
If I do, every word I type will be every not-so-nice word that I know of.
It would be a very ugly email, and even Great-Gram who has said some pretty vile words in her days, would probably fall over dead reading the words I want to say to this woman.
She wasted my time.
She didn't answer a single question I asked, yet wanted to sell me, and get me to sell, her product for her.
And then she had the nerve to ask for another free link to her site.
Yeah, not a happy Kat right at the moment.
March 4, 2009
Stressful days just fly by don't they?
I've had one of those days where the stress level has been so high that I've totally forgotten to eat anything at all.
I don't need to buy diet pills when I'm just a huge ball of stress, I completely forget to eat!
Why have I been so stressed out today?
Because a nosy busybody has been reading my blog and taking extremely innocent posts that I've written, and totally twisted them around to hurt a family member.
I had to stop this from happening, so I spent a better part of the day learning how to block an entire range of ip addresses using .htaccess.
I can't go into any details just in case I didn't do the .htaccess right, I won't know for a few days I suppose, I'll have to watch my stats and see if the person is still getting through, but I do know that blocking that whole range has blocked someone else out.
But it was the only way that I could do it, and I hope that the other person will understand.
Nasty, cruel people bother me, and this has had me so upset today, a totally innocent post, not having anything to do with anyone at all, was twisted around so maliciously, and intently, to hurt someone close to me.
My family member understands that this is my blog, my place to write and vent, share the good and the bad, they don't want me to change anything at all that I do here, so I had to find a way to stop this vile person, and I so hope that it works, I really do, because the thought of them reading any more of my posts and using them against anyone else, or taking any more innocent stories and twisting them around to become horrible and terribly untrue stories, makes me sick to my stomach.
I'm so sick and stressed over this I couldn't eat if I wanted to right now.
Just please let it work.
February 14, 2009
Just kidding!
The last few days have been pretty stressful for me, I've been shown, once again, that there are people who are just terrible human beings.
I don't sleep much anyway, been battling insomnia for years, but the last few days, I've barely slept at all, barely ate at all.
Who needs diet pills when you are so stressed out and sickened that you can't even eat.
I have lost trust in people, I don't know who to trust, who not to trust, I am lost.
I am hurt, angry, feeling completely betrayed, and I have this absolutely horrible pit-of-my-stomach sick feeling that someone pretending to be my friend, is a part of what happened.
I know that by blogging, by being online, I have put myself in this position of being a target, but at the same time, I always try to believe that people will be good to each other, treat each other right, fairly.
People often tell me that I shouldn't put so much trust in people because most people are only in it for themselves, would trample you in a heartbeat to get for themselves, that I shouldn't take anyone's word for anything, that people are liars, thieves, just all around rotten people.
But I always want to see the best in people, I always want to look past whatever mistakes people have made, and try to find the good in them.
But now?
No, I can't do that anymore.
I *know* I am being lied to by someone who is claiming to be a friend, there's just too many coincidences in timing, in things said, in their behavior, and it really saddens and angers me that they were a part of this plan to hurt me.
I have lost all trust in people, I am completely lost here.
I am also very upset with myself, to be feeling this angry and having intense feelings of revenge.
I am NOT a mean person, I am not the type to seek out revenge, intentionally hurt people, but I am feeling that way and I hate it.
I hate that I feel like this, I hate that someone spent almost 2 years hating on me because I post a lot, post to my blog, post to forums, and when push came to shove, they claimed it was all a joke, "Ha ha, just having some fun, never meant to hurt you, just kidding Kat, just playing around."
Just kidding for almost 2 years?
I don't think so.
You can't have all that hate for someone for that long, and then turn around and call it a joke when the center of your hatred finds out and handles it through legal means.
I talk a lot, I post a lot, sorry if that bothers people, and if it bothers them now, just wait.
The revision surgery I'll be having may make it so that I can't speak at all for a minimum of 3 months.
I'll have a trach tube in my throat, and a feeding tube in my stomach.
I won't be able to eat, drink, or speak.
I won't be able to even talk to my own sons for months, all communication even within my own home, will be done through text.
I have a lot going on, and maybe that's why after several emails back and forth last night, they took it all down, they removed everything they said, they felt guilty for doing it, but still, calling it all a joke, a 2 year long joke?
No, you don't get to play that card.
And you don't get to call yourself my friend.
November 11, 2008
You are not going to believe this!
It happened again.
I was sitting here and heard this loud Kaboom! type noise, I thought maybe the landlord had thrown my trash cans up against the carport, so I got up and looked out the door window.
What did I see?
I saw my mailbox was gone again.
I grabbed my camera and ran outside where I found my landlord and a few of my neighbors, standing there looking at and talking about the mailbox homicide that had just taken place.
Again.
This just happened a month ago!
The neighbors saw a black Honda taking off, but that's about it.
We got bigger pieces of the car this time though.
What the freaking hell?!
Is there some sort of target on our mailboxes?!
The force at which the car hit the mailboxes this time, sent them flying to the far end of the ditch.
I simply cannot understand how this keeps happening.
Do people not see them?
WTF!?!?
November 5, 2008
People are idiots.
All of the sore losers who wanted McCain to win, are spouting off on the local forums today about when they can expect to get all of their stuff paid for now that Obama is president.
They said that he promised to spread the wealth, so can they now stop paying their mortgage?
Can they now stop paying their loans off?
What about their home and auto insurance?
Can they just stop paying for it all because of his socialist plans for America?
It is ridiculous how they are calling him a socialist, he's not.
He's going to try and make things right, lower taxes for the poor and middle class, give tax breaks to companies that keep jobs here in America which come on people, we need jobs here in our country, we need to have jobs so we can can get back to work rebuilding the country.
A few idiots are even calling the USA the new socialists republic of America, like we've suddenly become communist.
They actually equate socialism with communism, but Obama is not a socialist either.
Man, people are idiots.
October 10, 2008
Crazy drivers!
I forgot to tell you all what happened here yesterday morning!
The teens were like 1/2 a minute late leaving for school, and as soon as Mark put his hand on the doorknob to go out, both he and Sebastian heard tires squealing, crashing noises, and car underbelly scraping noises on pavement, and they opened the door and ran out in time to see the tail end of a red truck speeding off.
That's when they saw the damage that the driver had done.
I don't know if the driver was drunk and thinking he was on an episode of COPS being filmed live in las vegas nevada, or not paying attention, or asleep at the wheel, but wait till you see what he did to our property.
This is crazy!
This is the ditch he drove into first. If you look at the upper left of the photo, you can see where he first started swerving in. He came inches away from taking out another house's mailbox.
In the lower right, you can see where the underbelly of his truck scraped across my driveway.
These ditches are about 3-4 feet deep by the way, so this truck really scraped in there hard.
This is the mailbox post of my duplex neighbor's side, now in the driveway, with more scrape marks and tire marks as well.
This is my side of the property, the ditch on my side, my mailbox post, the neighbor's side mailbox is in MY ditch, and my mailbox ended up on my lawn. More scrape marks in the bottom of the picture, and look at how deep he was into my ditch, just look at how much he tore it up with his tires and the underbelly of his truck.
He tore up all that dirt at the top of the picture before he finally swerved back out onto the road.
This is where my mailbox landed. I have blurred out my numbers for safety.
If Mark and Sebastian had left on time, just 30 seconds earlier, they would have been hit by this truck at the end of our driveway.
They leave our house and go to the left down the street, to make their way to school.
Can you believe this?!
I called my landlord, left him a message to come by, and he was just shocked.
He's a sheriff, so he filed a report, and also notified a few local car repair places that he knows and is friends with, to be on the lookout for a red truck with some major front end and underside damage.
Whoever did this, suffered some major damage to their vehicle.
August 18, 2008
Bye, thanks for the mess to clean up.
My neighbors have officially moved out.
They were mostly finished on Sunday evening, they came back today for just a couple more things, and then her husband came back over supposedly to clean up all the trash.
Wanna see his idea of cleaning up all the trash?
You can click for bigger.
He pushed all of their trash cans over near mine, and just dumped a bunch of stuff on top of them.
Broken garbage bags, pool floaties, moldy wet carpets, all kinds of crap.
Then over on that side of the duplex, is all the rest of their garbage.
There's no trash pickup tomorrow, it will come on Wednesday instead, but they aren't going to be coming back to put theirs to the curb.
Her husband said to me after I went out and told him about the no trash pick up due to the storm, "Well your boys can take care of this on Tuesday night then. You were good neighbors, the wife is really sad about leaving you, you were a good friend to her. All she's done is cry because we're moving away from you. Call her every now and then would ya? She really cares about you and your boys."
She is a good woman deep down, no matter how messed up their lives were, she did try to be a good person, she did care, and I know that when we said our goodbyes on Sunday, she was really choked up about moving away from us.
She said she didn't know what she was going to do now, what will happen to her when she has another diabetes spell, I was always there, I always heard her and came over to help, what's she gonna do, she just kept saying.
I told her she could call me anytime, I couldn't go to her, no car, but she could talk to me whenever she wanted.
She just cried even more.
But damn that man for leaving all that fucking trash for us to take care of.
The boys and I will take care of it, I don't want the landlord to have to deal with it, he works so much as it is, and he's going to have to do some major cleaning in there before he can rent it out again, so we'll deal with their trash on Tuesday night.
Well, whatever doesn't get blown away in tomorrow's storm.
I just can't believe they left all of that crap.
At the curb, he put a huge blue sectional sofa and a microwave before I finally realized someone was out there and told him about the no trash pick up.
I should have just let him take it all to the curb had I known he was going to be an ass and not come back to take care of it himself.
Sometimes, I just don't think things all the way through.
August 3, 2008
The girl in the window.
Quite possibly the most heartbreaking story of child abuse and neglect, in the St. Petersburg Times, on their Tampabay.com website on July 31st.
The article was titled, The girl in the window.
The family had lived in the rundown rental house for almost three years when someone first saw a child's face in the window. A little girl, pale, with dark eyes, lifted a dirty blanket above the broken glass and peered out, one neighbor remembered. Everyone knew a woman lived in the house with her boyfriend and two adult sons. But they had never seen a child there, had never noticed anyone playing in the overgrown yard. The girl looked young, 5 or 6, and thin. Too thin. Her cheeks seemed sunken; her eyes were lost. The child stared into the square of sunlight, then slipped away. Months went by. The face never reappeared.Child Protective services had been there twice in just a few short months in 2002.
First he saw the girl's eyes: dark and wide, unfocused, unblinking. She wasn't looking at him so much as through him. She lay on a torn, moldy mattress on the floor. She was curled on her side, long legs tucked into her emaciated chest. Her ribs and collarbone jutted out; one skinny arm was slung over her face; her black hair was matted, crawling with lice. Insect bites, rashes and sores pocked her skin. Though she looked old enough to be in school, she was naked - except for a swollen diaper. "The pile of dirty diapers in that room must have been 4 feet high," the detective said. "The glass in the window had been broken, and that child was just lying there, surrounded by her own excrement and bugs." When he bent to lift her, she yelped like a lamb. "It felt like I was picking up a baby," Holste said. "I put her over my shoulder, and that diaper started leaking down my leg." The girl didn't struggle. Holste asked, What's your name, honey? The girl didn't seem to hear. He searched for clothes to dress her, but found only balled-up laundry, flecked with feces. He looked for a toy, a doll, a stuffed animal. "But the only ones I found were covered in maggots and roaches." Choking back rage, he approached the mother. How could you let this happen? "The mother's statement was: 'I'm doing the best I can,' " the detective said. "I told her, 'The best you can sucks!' "The little girl has been permanently taken away from her birth mother, she's been adopted, but she's never spoken a word, she doesn't know how to speak. No one ever held her, talked to her, sang to her, played with her. She was left alone in that room, in dirty diapers, in a room full of dirty diapers and filth. You have to read that story, the whole thing.
I was ok reading it, not crying but my heart was just breaking, and then Sebastian came out and asked me what I was reading.
I lost it.
I just completely fell apart.
I sobbed barely breathing, trying to explain to him what I had read, I could barely speak.
I simply can't fathom how someone could do that to a child.
To just place her in a room in the dark, in dirty diapers, with more dirty diapers around her, bugs eating her skin, in her hair, never ever speaking to her, never loving her.
My heart just broke in a million pieces for Dani, and I am so glad she has found wonderful new parents who are loving and patient, and a 10 year old brother who is the most awesome little boy.
His heart is huge, it's amazing the sacrifices he's made for his new sister.
Really, you must read that story.
Just get your kleenex ready, you're going to need them.
July 30, 2008
I'll be your hero today ma'am!
So my neighbor and I both had to go to Amscot today, it's not far from our house at all, and she had a quarter of a tank of gas left.
It should have been more than enough to get to us there and back to our street to get gas.
As we're coming back down US41, we swing that left at the huge intersection of 41 and Stickney, the van starts sputtering, dying, it's running out of gas.
Crap.
We manage to make it through the intersection and about another 150 ft or so, when it's just dead, not going to move another inch.
So her son gets out and starts pushing the van, he's 12 years old, he's small, you would think that someone would stop and help push the van to the gas station right?
But noooo, no one stops to help.
I tell her to let me out, that if I get out and just start pushing, we'll actually get a few guys to help us.
She doesn't think it will work, I bet her $5 it will, and I get out and put my hands on the car.
All of a sudden, da-da-da da dadum! I'll be your hero today ma'am! 3 guys are suddenly offering to help push us.
A guy on a bike, a guy parked his Bronco in a lot, and another guy who's walking, are all helping push the van to the gas station, about 30 more feet from where we were.
They were pushing that thing so hard and so fast, I had to stop. I couldn't keep up with them, and it's a good thing I did because her son dropped his Swiss Army knife out of one of his pockets as they were all pushing and running the van down the street.
We get the van to the gas station, her son is now putting the gas in and had gone in to pay for the gas and get us all something to drink, it was so hot out, and I put my hand in front of her, palm up, and said "$5 bucks please!"
We both started laughing, but it's amazing that nobody stopped to help a kid push a car, but as son as they see a woman, big strong men come out to help.
Female in distress! Help! Help! *laughs*
I didn't make her pay me the $5, it was just a funny thing, but it is pretty sad that no one helped the kid, but they'll help a woman.
July 13, 2008
Magic Jack is not quite so magic.
I'm sure you've all seen the commercial for the new Magic Jack internet phone jack that gives you free calls right?
Don't be so quick to jump on it as a the bargain you've been looking for.
BoingBoing has pointed out a very interesting EULA agreement for the Magic Jack you might want to read very carefully before you buy this product.
It's actually a very evil agreement, and if any of you have already purchased this or were thinking about it, you need to get rid of it ASAP.
"You also understand and agree that use of the magicJack device and Software will include advertisements and that these advertisements are necessary for the magicJack device to work ... Our computers may analyze the phone numbers you call in order to improve the relevance of the ads."
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"Any claims, legal proceeding or litigation arising in connection with the magicJack device or Software will be resolved by binding arbitration.... in Palm Beach, Florida."
I know the economy sucks, and everyone is looking for ways to save money on bills and all the other household items, but magicJack is NOT the way to go.
There should be some way that the telecommunications people can force scam companies like this to make it so that when consumers get to the point of sale on stuff like this, that it should have to go through some kind of authorize.net procedure so that the EULA pops up and the consumer has to read it all the way through and agree to the terms before they can enter their credit card.
The magicJack site doesn't make it easy for people to see the ToS or the Eula, you have to Google to find out where on the site it even is.
July 6, 2008
Dealing with a lying, scheming kid.
I went and dug through my archives, and nope, I haven't posted about the situation with the kids in the neighborhood, so I'll do that now.
A few weeks ago I got a call from my neighbor, she's the mother of the boy who about a year and a half ago, maybe longer, who had been doing all that lying/truth telling about his father abusing him.
The real truth has never been discovered, but what the kid discovered, is that lying to get people in trouble works in his favor, it makes things go his way for awhile.
During this phone call, she starts going off about how Sebastian is older than all the other kids in the hood, that her son and another little boy aged 12 or so, have been friends since the 2nd grade, and Sebastian just sorta moved himself into their little circle of friends and how violent he is when they play.
She said that her son told her that Sebastian punched this other kid in the side of the head so hard that his head split open and he had to go get stitches.
I said hold on a minute, this kid had to get stitches and this is the first I'm hearing about it?!
Why didn't his mother call me or come to my house, if my kid gets hurt by another, damn first thing I'm doing, any reasonable parent does, is notify the parents of the offending child that something happened.
She starts yelling even louder that this really did happen, her son said so, the parents of ALL the other kids don't want Sebastian around, etc etc.
I found that to be rather odd because one of the other kids in this little group had just been at our house that morning inviting Sebastian over to play.
So I went next door, this lying kid has a hard time lying face to face, he gets red, looks down and to the left.
Left lying, right remember, it's a cop trick to know when people are lying about stuff.
I get over there and start asking more questions, telling her what really happened that day, that it was another child who actually hit this kid in the head, but it wasn't hard, it was actually a finger flick, no skin ripped open, no being rushed to the ER, no stitches.
Her son wasn't even there that day, he was off at a swimming party with a different friend.
I looked right at the boy and asked him who told him this.
He starts stuttering, uh uh, that's what I was told, I don't know if it's true or not, they told me it was.
Who is they? Who are the parents who don't want Sebastian around? And exactly how many stitches did this require, and why did this mother not come to my door and yell at me for this?
A pissed off parent usually goes straight to the other parent and bitches them out for serious bodily injuries.
He keeps stuttering, looking left, has no direct answers, his mom is now yelling at me for interrogating her perfect son.
I said to her, "How many times has he lied and gotten you and your husband in trouble for child abuse? How many times does he lie about all kinds of stuff? You are constantly telling me that he lies about even the simplest things, yet you're going to take his word for this without speaking to the boy who supposedly got hurt or his mother? If your son and he have been friends all these years, you should have his phone number, call her right now and ask about the stitches. I demand to know how many stitches, I want to see the injury, and I want this kid to tell me Sebastian did it."
Her son starts stuttering even more, says he hasn't seen any stitches, he now thinks the other kids in the hood may have been lying.
She now starts saying oh, if there's no injury, then there's no reason to call this kid's mother.
I started yelling at this point.
"I'm sick and tired of the lying! I'm sick and tired of him lying about Sebastian all the time! So here's what's going to happen. Sebastian is no longer allowed to play with your son or any of the other lying brats in the hood. Period. That way, if someone does get hurt, no one can blame him because he won't be anywhere near any of them. They can find the real culprit of the bullshit, which is the known liar, and they can deal with him and his mother. I'm sick of this shit."
She yells at me for calling her son a liar, and I said you call him that yourself every single day, so don't start saying he's Mr. Fucking Innocent right now. Not going to happen.
She apologizes, makes him apologize to me, and asks if her son and Sebastian can still be friends.
I said "That's up to Sebastian, I can't make him be friends with someone who lied about him causing injury to another child, making people afraid of him, making the other kids in the hood not want to be around him. Why would he want to be friends with someone who lies about him all the time?"
She makes her son come outside and apologize, Sebastian doesn't care, goes back in our house.
I said "See what happens when you lie? You lose a good friend, someone who actually liked hanging out with you. Too bad. maybe one of these days you'll learn not to lie and make up bullshit stories."
He started crying, apologized to me again, I came inside too.
This morning, she calls me up and goes through this huge story about her husband being mad about the fireworks mess in the driveway her son made, he's not home right now, so could Sebastian go out and clean it up? She'll pay him to do it, $10.
I said he's sleeping and it's up to him when he wakes up.
I'm not going to make him save her son's ass even if Sebastian wanted the $10.
That kid is a lying, scheming, pain in my ass.
If her husband gets pissed off about the mess, he can yell at his own son who made the mess.
Not our doing, not our mess, not our problem.
June 24, 2008
Save some, spend some.
I wish I had had some extra cash on me tonight, because Publix had this huge shelf section filled with all sorts of clearance items.
They had so much stuff on it like some really nice place mats, their cute little matching salt and pepper shakers, table cloths, candles, soaps, laundry detergent, baby items, and holiday items.
All of it marked way, way down.
I always look at the clearance section, and if there are any good deals on food items like canned foods or pastas, I snag those right up because I like to keep my cupboards stocked with the basics.
I did grab a couple different spices they had on the shelves, and I asked the manager who was stocking even more items on it, why these were all so cheap now.
He said they had decided to no longer carry that particular brand of spices and herbs any more, so they had to make room on the regular shelves for the other brands and a new brand they now carry.
I bought 4 bottles, cinnamon, oregano, basil, and garlic salt.
All 4 bottles were normally priced at $2.99 each.
I got all 4 of them for exactly $2.00
Bargain-o-rama baby!
I picked up some more lunch meats, ham and Genoa salami, more bread, a pound of burger so I could make spaghetti later in the week, and some subs for dinner tonight.
Summer is sub and lunch meat season at our house.
It's amazing how much teenagers can eat.
I just went shopping on Thursday when I got paid, and had bought ham, salami, and roast beef, a pound each, and when I came home from the doctors today, all of it was gone.
It lasted about 5 days, that's not too bad I guess, with all 3 of us eating it I suppose.
Oh!
While I was waiting in line and ordering the lunch meats, Sebastian was waiting to order the subs.
The guy who was working the sub counter completely ignored him, and waited on 3 other customers who came to the counter after we did.
I got done getting the meats and walked over there, and Sebastian was like "Mom, let's just go, he keeps ignoring me, let's get something else, he won't wait on me."
The guy heard him, and I looked right at him and said, "I've been standing over there getting what I need and watching my son. You did ignore him, you took people who were in line after him, why? We are in here all the time, you know him, he buys subs all the time."
He tried to say he didn't see him, and I said "You didn't see this 6 foot tall young man standing here?"
He stuttered an apology, and a lady who always works in the deli and usually waits on the teens, came over and pushed the guy out of the way and took Sebastian's order.
There was a manager standing there, she heard the whole thing, and she pulled the guy aside and spoke to him. Then the guy took off his apron and walked into the back room.
Maybe she sent him on a break or fired him, I don't know, but I do know that this isn't the first time he's ignored the teens when they order subs or deli meats.
Mark can't stand the guy, he says he does it to them all the time, and Mark has had to raise his voice to get service.
It's not like the teens are really young kids with no money, they always pay for everything the buy, and the amount of times we are in there buying subs and other lunch meats from Publix, you'd think they would treat them a little better.
Maybe that guy just hates teenagers, and I know some teens can be real idiots and troublemakers, but my boys are always respectful and polite.
I've like totally rambled on, sorry about that, but bad customer service just irritates me.
June 18, 2008
You have no 4th amendment rights in a natural disaster.
Wake up Americans!
What is happening in parts of Iowa from the flooding, is just as bad as the water itself.
Government "strike teams" are invading people's homes, harassing the owners, and threatening them with arrest, for being in their homes and questioning the illegal searches of property.
Cops break down doors, threaten residents who question them as part of martial law conditioning, authorities prevent people from re-entering their homes
Shocking footage out of Cedar Rapids Iowa shows cops and government employee "strike teams" breaking into houses of flood victims and threatening anyone who questions their actions in complete violation of the 4th amendment right that protects against unlawful search and seizure.
No warrant, no knock home invasions are being carried out on the flimsy pretext of "checking for structural damage" as cops harass and threaten with arrest people who refuse to have their homes ransacked by thugs in uniforms.
Cedar Rapids police chief Greg Graham promised residents over the weekend that "Law enforcement officers are not entering homes," and that firefighters would only enter homes through unlocked doors and windows yet the video clearly shows locked houses being broken in to.
The 4th amendment states, "The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized."
Just because a natural disaster happens, does not give ANY government office the right to declare martial law, invade our homes and property, seize our legally owned and obtained weapons, for any reason.
They must obtain a warrant which states their reasons for the search and seizure of our personal effects.
A lot of these "strike teams" are made up of law enforcement officers, fire fighters, and utilities workers.
Excuse me?
When did all these people become structural engineers, and be able to legally determine whether or not a home is safe?
Even if there was a legitimate reason to inspect homes, why on earth do they not even bother to knock on the door?
Cops immediately attempt to break in or climb through windows uninvited because this procedure is all about sending a message - when a crisis unfolds we are the bosses and you - the peasants - will yield to our tyranny.
What I think the government learned, was that declaring an illegal martial law, illegally removing the lawful weapons, and removing people from their homes, worked out so damn well in New Orleans, we might as well do it during every natural disaster.
June 16, 2008
On my mind all day.
It's been a super quiet summer day here.
The teens and I haven't done much at all, we have been playing some games, watched Clerks II
This news story has been on my mind all day.
TURLOCK, California (AP) -- Police killed a 27-year-old man as he kicked, punched and stomped a toddler to death despite other people's attempts to stop him on a dark, country road, authorities said.
May 12, 2008
Hoppy birfday to woo.
Christine made a post about kid friendly restaurants and birthday parties for kids, and entitlement jerks.
Basically the dad was mad because the restaurant didn't offer his 3 year old son no free gift or cake at his birthday when they dined out.
I worked in many different restaurants when I was working outside the home, and I can tell you that not a single one ever gave anyone, kid or otherwise, a free gift or free cake, on their birthdays.
The cake was added to the bill, and it was usually just a slice of cake from our dessert menu unless someone called in advance to arrange for a whole cake for the entire group to have.
We would sing if asked, but most people didn't because it is publicly humiliating for both the birthday person and the restaurant staff who are forced to sing it.
That dad is a butthead.
He complained about the crappy meal, the bad drinks, the bad service, and yet he expected the restaurant to shower his 3 year old with a gift and free cake, as well as sing the damn happy song.
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But we did do this once, to Sebastian on his birthday, at our fave Chinese buffet here in town.
He was about 10 or 11, and my sis and I felt like embarrassing him.
We pre-arranged with the manager to bring a cake over at the end of our meal, a small Pepperidge Farm one we brought ourselves, and also to sing to him.
The entire staff who work there are Chinese with very heavy accents.
We finished our meal and Sebastian thinks that's it, when the whole wait staff comes over with his cake and like 100 candles on it.
It was like on fire, I thought for sure the smoke alarms in the place were going to go off.
We never asked for the candles, the staff did that on their own, but it made it even more funny to sis and I.
They get to the table, Sebastian is already mortified because of the flaming cake o' death, and they start singing.
"Hoppy birfday to woo, hoppy birfday to woo", all really thick Chinese accents, so thick you could barely understand any of the words to the classic birthday song.
Every patron of the restaurant is staring at our table, people are standing up to see, and how could you not see?
There were 20 wait staff all dressed in matching black pants and white shirts, singing very loudly, and a tiny cake with flames shooting off the candles.
People were laughing, some were singing along, and Mark is nearly pissing himself with laughter.
My sister and I have tears rolling down our cheeks because all we wanted was the cake brought over, and maybe like 2 waiters to sing, NOT the entire staff, and it was just so loud and so bright, we were losing it with laughter.
Sebastian's face was bright red, he was so embarrassed, but it was just awesomely funny.
We've never done that again, but we threaten it every time one of the teens have a birthday.
We always take them out on their day to where ever they want to go, and when we get there, we joke about how we tipped the waitress etc to bring a cake and sing.
Both teens usually get immediately red in the face, and ask like 100 times through the meal if we're kidding or not.
We usually hold out on the joke till the very end, when we finally tell them we were kidding, but watching them get nervous every time a waiter passes by our table is priceless.
May 3, 2008
It shook the pictures off my walls!
It's just Mark and I at home tonight, Sebastian decided to go back to my sister's house for the night and will be home in the morning.
When it's just Mark and I, the house is super quiet.
I'm doing my thing on my computer, and he's doing his thing on the Xbox playing PSU
We stopped for awhile earlier, ate enchiladas while we watched the movie I reviewed below, and then we both went back to our thing.
Anyway, we were both just doing our thing a few minutes ago when we hear this loud boom boom thud, boom boom thud, coming from the sub woofers of a car coming down the street.
It started getting louder and louder, and then the windows and walls started shaking, 3 pictures fell of the wall from behind the couch which is not by the window I might add, it's an interior wall.
I thought for sure this car was in my driveway, that's how loud and how bad the windows and walls were shaking, so I got up and opened the front door, about to seriously bitch someone out.
There was no car in the driveway, not in front of my mailbox or my neighbors, or even the next duplex over to my left.
The car was 4 houses down and driving super slow like maybe he was looking for an address or something.
It was that far away but it still sounded like he was right in my driveway!
Sarasota has some pretty tough noise ordinances.
If it can be heard by a police officer 25 feet away, it's too loud.
My driveway is about 25 feet long, and this car was 4 houses away and we could still hear it and feel the bass.
Sarasota has an impound law now as well as fines associated with loud noise.
On April 22nd, the city commission approved a version of the new city laws that would result in a warning for the first offense, the second time, violators are required to pay a $25 fine, plus more than $150 in fees, and the vehicle is impounded. The fine jumps to $250 for the second offense and $500 the third time.
If a cop had been on my street, this guy would have been so totally busted.
Why the hell do they need to have the music that freaking loud?
I love music, I love loud music, I fall asleep at night with my headphones in and the volume all the way up, but when driving in a car, that loud is not only annoying, but dangerous.
If someone honks at them, they can't hear the car horn, if an emergency vehicle is coming with sirens blasting, they can't hear it.
I mean, it was 11pm and he's driving through a residential neighborhood that fucking loud.
There's just no need for it.
April 21, 2008
You fucked up someone's life because of a plant.
I have received only 1 negative comment on the situation with Sebastian, I just got it.
A guy who used the name "no way", but has a valid email address, Gregory Rice, said this;
No fucking way was this a good idea. The kid/s already applied to
college. How long until he graduates, less than a month? But now, he
can take another year of high school, get put on probation, and you say
serves him right, like he was really trying to harm anybody. He was
probably just joking around with Sebastian anyways. Now he/s gonna get
fucked like nobody/s business. I can/t believe you decided to fuck up
someone/s life because of a plant. You/re all a bunch of dick wads.
fuck you.
It wasn't a joke. This kid has been trying to get my son to smoke all fucking year.
He would pull him into the construction hallways, light up, and try to get my son to smoke it.
He had tried sliding a joint in one of his books one day, invited him to his house to smoke, offered to walk home with him and smoke.
You don't know the situation, you don't know how serious the situation was.
Believe me, we agonized over what to do with this, it wasn't an easy decision at all.
But my son and I had a choice, turn this kid in, or risk my own son getting caught with it and expelled.
I nipped that problem in the bud, sorry if you don't approve, but if this kid valued his future for going to college, he shouldn't have persisted with his attempts to push on my son.
I know it's just a plant, I don't care if people smoke weed, I really don't.
Most of my friends do, I used to, the last time I took a hit was December 2005.
But it was my choice, an adult choice.
I don't think pot should be illegal at all.
We bust pot growers and sellers, users, and we throw them in jail over "a plant', when there are far bigger dangers in this world the ATF could be cracking down on, but it's not for kids.
If adults want to toke away, I have no problem with that, but I do have a problem with some asshat pushing drugs onto my kids.
They are kids, they can't make that kinda decision that has serious legal consequences if they get caught.
To teens, it's all fun and games, they don't realize just how fucked they'd be if they got caught with it.
Expulsion from school is just the tip of the iceberg.
And ya know what, if this was a joke like you say, the kid won't have any thing on him when they get the dogs, he won't be in any trouble if he has nothing.
They have the dogs at the school today, they are taking them room to room just like they do every year for the whole 4/20 holiday, and they let the dogs walk amongst the students.
If this kid has it, the dogs will bark, if he doesn't, he's free and in the clear.
The only thing the cops know is that this kid might be holding.
I'm not the one who fucked up this kid's future, he is if he's holding a bag of weed today.
I'm not the one who chose to push on a freshman all year, try to force him to smoke all year.
I'm not the one who said I'm giving you a bag of weed and a pipe to smoke it out of, and I'm putting it in your back pack.
I'm not the one who may be holding that bag of weed today, and neither will my son.
If this kid has it, he will be caught.
He will have made the choice today to bring it to school with him.
He made his choices when he kept trying to push it, insisting, telling my son what he was going to do.
If he has it on him, he made that decision himself.
If the dogs find it, then it's all on him.
He should have thought about his future before pushing all year.
April 18, 2008
We'll be turning him in.
Sebastian and I talked at lentgh this afternoon over this whole thing, and I gave him the options.
He gave me the name.
I'll be making the call early Monday morning so they can catch this kid however they have to without involving Sebastian at all.
He's still very worried, but he knows something had to be done.
And being the super awesome kid he is, he's even concerned for this kid's future.
He said to me, "Mom, he's a senior. He's applied to colleges, got accepted I think he said, this will ruin his life."
I told him that our turning him is not the thing that is ruining his life, it's the choices that he's made, not ours, that have determined what his future holds for him.
This kid chose to push drugs on to others, he chose to smoke them, he chose to try and force another student to take possession of them, that's all on him, not us.
I hope that all this goes off without any major problems. I'll be worried sick all day Monday and every day after that, but I know it's the right thing to do, and Sebastian knows it is too.
April 18, 2008
We expect a pot problem on Monday ma'am.
I have awesome kids you know.
They come to me with everything, that open door policy I drilled into them as soon as they could speak and understand, has paid off.
They tell me everything about what goes on at school, girls, their bodies.
Very open and trusting relationship.
I consider myself very lucky.
But then stuff like this comes up, and I feel like I have a fractional ownership in exactly what my responsibilities are towards the school.
Do I tell them and risk my kid getting beat up?
Do I tell him to do something else just to save his own neck?
Here's the situation.
All year long, Sebastian has been bothered by another student who wants him to smoke pot.
The whole year, this kid has asked him to smoke during lunch, hang and smoke after school, buy some, take a hit, just try it.
The whole damn year.
And Sebastian is an incredibly awesome kid, he has come up with some kind of excuse the whole year, as to why he can't smoke.
He's hungry, doesn't want to miss lunch, has to get home after school, his mom needs him to do chores and homework, doesn't want to get caught, doesn't want to smoke but hey man, it's cool if you do, not my bag man but have at it.
Sunday is 4-20.
That's the international pot smoking holiday, for those of you unaware.
So this drug pushing kid has been planning how to get Sebastian to smoke, and seeing as Monday is the day after the biggie holiday, he plans on giving Sebastian a bag of weed and something to smoke it out of during 7th period, the last class of the day.
He plans on just putting it in Sebastian's back pack if Sebastian won't willingly take it.
Which he won't.
He's said no about 200 times this year, he doesn't want it.
But here's where we have a major dilemma.
Does Sebastian turn this kid in, he won't tell me the kid's name because he knows I'll make the call, or does he take it and get off school campus asap, just to save his own ass?
He's terrified that if he turns this kid in, he'll get beat up.
The kid and his "friends", are not nice people. They live in the ghetto portion of our city, they are always in trouble at school for one thing or another, and Sebastian wants no part of any beating that could come his way as a result of ratting this kid out.
Or, does he just let it get in his back pack, get off school grounds without being busted by the school po-po himself, and I flush it down the toilet?
I called the school anyway.
I spoke to the school officer, I gave him no information at all.
Not my name, not Sebastian's, nothing that could identify my son as the rat.
I explained what's happened all year and this kid's plan to slip it in the back pack during 7th period.
The officer was very understanding, he understood my need for anonymity, and Sebastian's.
He said there are two and only two things we can do.
I can try to get the name out of Sebastian this weekend, and because the school is already planning on having a "pot problem" on Monday, the day after the pot holiday, they (the school po-po) can simply walk the halls with their dogs and sort of casually and accidentally, come upon the kid holding the weed.
Or, Sebastian upon receiving the weed, when the bell rings to let class out, go straight to the office, ask for an officer, and turn the weed over to them.
They will not punish him if he turns it in, I was promised that they would do nothing to Sebastian if he turns it in.
The officer said that students find drugs all the time and they turn them in.
They are only asked where it was found, and then they are let go with a word of thanks for being honest.
He said if Sebastian walks off campus knowing it's on him, if it's found out later that he held it, he will then face trouble, suspension or expulsion is likely.
I asked the officer 3 times for his word, that if my kid turns this in, he will not be asked to rat out the kid, and he will not face punishment.
My kid doesn't want it, has said no in every possible way all year, and the big day is now coming and he's absolutely terrified.
Could I keep him home Monday?
Yes, but the kid has said he will give it to him whenever he returns to school.
One way or another, Sebastian is getting this bag of weed.
This kid is intent on giving Sebastian pot no matter what.
I am going to try talking to Sebastian all weekend, try to assure him that he will be safe, and I will leave the decision to him. I can't force him to rat this kid out knowing how much he fears this other student who is by the way, a senior.
The only reason they are in this class together is because it's an elective in computer and digital design, the field Sebastian is interested in, and a lot of seniors take it for the extra graduating credit.
I will leave it up to him but I will make him understand he can't leave campus with it, he'll be in major trouble if it's found out later he had it on school grounds, he either has to tell the kid's name, or turn it over when the bell rings.
It sucks people.
It truly sucks that Sebastian has been under this kind of pressure all year, but I am so so proud of him for coming home and telling me everything all year.
He's honest with me, he tells me what's going on, his thoughts, his fears, and he asks me for my help.
I knew he was under this kind of stress, and I did attribute some of the big fight he and I had to this situation, and I always make time for him when he wants to discuss it, and we do.
He usually drops it after a few minutes, says it's so hard to deal with, not sure what to do, but I also know he has many other stressors.
Being a freshman isn't that easy, the work is harder, there's far more students than middle school, puberty, everything, and it all builds up.
I'm trying here, I really am, but even with all the back and forth the teens and I go through, I am so greatful they come to me with this stuff.
I am lucky beyond words that they trust me to talk about this kind of stuff.
I can't even imagine going through this and not being able to talk openly with your parents for fear of being punished for even "associating with those kinds of people".
He's doing his very best to survive public high school, and I'm doing the very best I can, to help them survive.
I wish this was easier for all of of us, but it makes my heart swell when they come to me with this kind of stuff.
I'm doing something right here, I know I am.
Being a single mom is tough work, but times like this lets me know I'm doing ok.
My kids trust me to talk about anything, even super bad ass stuff like this.
April 11, 2008
I'm not anti-American.
Sometimes I get off the wall comments on posts that don't even have to do with my views on religion, but someone comes along, figures out I'm an atheist, and then says something really stupid like this.
"You're anti-God! you're anti-American! Get out of the US if you don't love the God this country was founded on you godless immoral heathen! We who love our God and savior don't want you here!!"
Ok Laura, calm the fuck down.
Being an atheist in no way makes me anti-American.
It simply means I don't believe in your God.
This country was founded by people searching for religious freedom, the freedom to believe in whatever God or Gods they wanted to.
They were being oppressed, so they left an started a new country where they recognized that all people had the right to choose what they believed in.
Yes, most of them believed in the Christian God, but when they wrote the constitution and the 1st amendment, they made sure that each person would have the right to exercise their rights to believe or not believe.
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof.
That doesn't say that we the people, all have to believe in the same God, it means free exercise to believe what we want.
We have all the 1st amendment to protect us from religious persecution by our government, not be forced to believe in any God by our government.
If I was anti-American, I'd probably post a lot more about how much I hate the government and our current president, how the war in Iraq is unjust, or whatever.
But I don't.
I follow politics, I vote.
I believe one vote equals one voice.
I know that it's a privilege to have the right to vote, so I vote in every local, state, and federal election.
I don't waste that right given to me.
I don't snub my nose at the 1st amendment, I applaud it, because it gives me and you, the right to believe whatever we want to believe, and to not be persecuted for those beliefs by an oppressive government.
Laura, your comment has not, nor will it be published.
It was not on topic to the post you left it on, so I junked it.
Sorry.
But if you'd like to have a rational discussion about being an American, and what the 1st amendment means, feel free to email me. There's a handy dandy button at the top of the sidebar just for things like this.
But if you send me an email full of hate, telling me to get out of this country I was born in and that I have respect for, call me names, be ignorant and disrespectful, I will not reply, but delete it.
I'll be respectful to you if you are to me.
And I respect your right to believe in your God, and even your right to say hateful things, but I don't have to reply to them.
Those are my rights.
April 5, 2008
Totally off day. V 2.whatever
I don't know what's wrong with me today.
I woke up this morning with a general feeling of blah.
That blah has stayed with me throughout the entire day.
I have not been able to shake it or determine why.
It's like absolute boredom combined with being the most tired I've ever felt, yet 3 attempts at sleeping throughout the day failed.
I just laid there staring into my pitch black room.
Due to this boredom, I agreed to watch a movie I said I wouldn't.
Alvin and the Chipmunks
Yup.
I watched yet another CGI animated rip off of a classic cartoon.
FYI, the chipmunks never, not once, not ever, rapped during the height of their cartoon fame.
I know 'we gots to update things for the times yo', but for god fucking sakes Hollywood, just leave the classics the fuck alone.
The teens have been surprisingly well behaved today.
I think they can tell I'm just sort of out of it.
They haven't fought a single time the entire day.
Maybe they're the ones not feeling well.
Hrm.
Oh, would someone hand the generation behind me a dictionary, and highlight the words slut and whore?
K? Thanks.
See, I'm sick and tired of people calling everyone a whore, as in "man, she fucks everyone, she's such a whore".
See, that there is called a slut.
If she's fucking everyone, she's a slut.
If she's fucking everyone and getting paid for it, then you can call her a whore.
And another thing, why do people always have to come along and ruin a good hypothetical what if conversation, with facts and figures?
Yes, let's just zap the fun out of the whole thing.
You're so mature, you're the awesome. /sarcasm>
March 29, 2008
It should be called open season on snowbirds.
Oh my, my my my, I have had a helluva day.
I went grocery shopping this afternoon, and I swear, every single senior asshole snowbird, was in Publix today.
The snowbirds suck, all of them, but the seniors are by far the worst.
I know I've bitched about this plenty of times, but today, I wanted to physically kill one of them.
Publix was overly crowded with snowbirds, the majority of them were of the senior variety.
The most obnoxious species to behold.
If you see one, or a small crowd of them, stay out of their way.
They have absolutely no manners and believe that the world revolves around them.
Publix had the hair-brained idea, that having every stock clerk on the floor and stocking shelves from noon to 4pm, was just the best thing ever.
But no, it's not.
Saturdays are busy shopping days, it's the one day of the week most people have off of work and can go get food.
Having 20 stock clerks clogging the aisles is just bad.
I went in the cereal aisle, or I should say, attempted to go in the cereal aisle, when I was immediately blocked in by a stock clerk to my left refilling the pop-tarts, the granola bars, and fruit snacks, and 2 shoppers in front of me going my direction, and 3 trying to go the opposite.
An old woman, approximately 65-75 years of age, came in behind me and proceeded to bang her cart into my ass.
I turned to her and said; "Ma'am, I can't go anywhere. There are people in front of me, and no room to go around because he's stocking the shelves".
She made a face that I assumed wrongly, to be of understanding.
Just a mere 30 seconds later, I thought I had been hit by a car.
Well it was a cart and not a car, and it was this same ladies cart, and it wasn't just a small hit, oh no, it was a full on slam directly into my tail bone.
I turned around and snapped; "What the fuck is your problem lady?! I told you, I can't go anywhere! If you want to go up this aisle so badly, why don't you ask the stock clerk to move, or better yet, why don't you say excuse me?!?!"
She stared at me, the stock clerk and the other customers in the aisle turned around to see, and she yelled out; "Move!"
I repeated that I couldn't move anywhere due to the amount of people in the aisle, and that if she rammed me with her cart again, she'd be very fucking sorry.
She clutched the handle of the cart and moved it back like she was getting ready to take aim at me again, and I turned around to fully face her, and said; "Don't. Even. Think. About. It."
Sebastian who always goes shopping with me and had seen her hit me, grabbed my arm and said; "Mom, is your back ok?"
I told him that no, it wasn't. She hit my tail bone. I felt the cart slam into my rods and screws, I felt it all the way up into my neck, but if this woman dares to try and hit me again, I'll ignore the pain I'm in just long enough to take her cart and shove it up her wrinkly ass.
Sebastian let go of me and backed up.
The old lady now had this look of horror on her face, and the stock clerk was trying to get his stuff out of the way to get out of the aisle.
The other customers started to back up and move out of the way as far as they could so I could pass through.
When there was enough room for me to move forward, I slowly turned back to face my own cart and then moved up the aisle.
The other customers just all stood staring at me and the old lady, waiting to see what was going to happen.
She came up the aisle, this look of superiority on her face, and as she passed me, she turned her cart into mine and pushed it, then kept moving up the entire aisle, not getting a single thing from the shelves at all.
She went up the entire aisle and turned to go down another.
She didn't even need anything in that aisle.
What the fuck?
I hate these people.
I hate these old, rotten, rude, assholish snowbirds who don't live here, but make the local people's lives a living hell from November to the end of April.
I cannot fucking wait till they all go back to wherever the fuck they came from, and the roads, the parking lots, and the stores, will once again be safe to be in or on.
They drive like they own the roads, no blinkers, they take up 3 parking spaces, they treat everyone they come in contact with like they are lower forms of life.
Hate.
Them.
I spent the rest of the time in the store in absolute agony.
That was only aisle 5, I had 15 more to go, a lot of groceries and other necessities to get before I could come home.
It took me over 10 minutes to check out, every register that was open, had huge long lines, they kept calling over the speakers for clerks to come bag and retrieve carts from the lot.
Normally, I can get in and out of the store in about an hour, today it took me nearly 2 hours to get everything I needed and get checked out.
I couldn't wait to get home.
I've been home since about 3pm, and my tail bone and lower back is on fire.
I've taken 3 pain pills and slapped on a lidocaine patch, and I am still in horrific pain.
When Mark was helping me put the patch on, he told me it was black and blue.
I turned to look at it in the mirror, and there was noticeable color change.
It hurts so freaking bad.
I swear, if she had hit my body again, I would have lost it on her.
I would have taken her cart and slammed it into her, and I don't know if I would have stopped.
It would have been self defense maybe.
Maybe temporary insanity, but she would have deserved it.
I am so sick of these people doing this shit.
I am so over them behaving like assholes in the store, taking things right out of people's hands, hitting people with the carts, being rude, never saying excuse me or thank you when someone does move out of their way.
I cannot wait till they all go home.
The end of April can't get here fast enough.
March 14, 2008
They should make up their minds.
The school that is.
Today was supposed to be another half day, and what time is it, and where are my sons?
Not here, and when I called the school, they said the students were being held for the full day, the principal thought it was best, sorry they didn't notify the parents.
That's it, sorry.
Grrr.
I went up to the corner store this morning, and spent some time chatting with the store owner about the crazies in our neighborhood.
The crazy lady who flipped out on me over some plastic light sabers 2 years ago, went in his store, and was flipping out on him because he has a guard dog in a fenced in area in the back.
She said having it caged up like that was abusive, and she heard that he beat his dog to make it meaner.
He asked me if I knew her, and I relayed the light saber story.
He said she told him she worked for animal control, and she was going to get his dog taken away from him.
I've seen him with his dog, he does not abuse it at all.
That dog is protective and loving to his family, but strangers who get too close to the fence, yeah, he barks and growls like he's supposed to do.
The lady is freaking nuts.
Then we talked about the crazy French lady who wears a winter hat and gloves in the middle of summer, and how she steals from stores.
He was pissed at her because she knocked over a bottle of wine, and when he went to get the mop to clean it up, she swiped another bottle and left the store.
He knows she did because he has security cameras, and it caught the whole thing on tape.
I told him, yeah, she's been baned from Sweetbay, Publix, and 7-eleven, and the previous owner of his store, Pete, banned her for the same stuff as well.
He (new owner) was worried about baning her because he's the new store on the block, and doesn't want to get a bad rep.
I'm all man, every store around here has banner her, trust me, nobody would blink if you said she was banned, they all know her very well.
He said thanks, that was good to know, and I got my purchases and came home.
Now I'm just waiting for the teens to get home, and whether or not it's going to rain.
I can feel it, felt it last night, and the sky just got a little darker.
Hopefully it won't downpour until after the boys get home.
March 7, 2008
Highly annoyed afternoon.
I am so agitated, I'm ready to put my fist through the door or window, but I can't because I don't have any home insurance to cover the damage that I might do, and the landman would be really mad at me.
But man, it sure would be nice to be able to destroy something right now.
A hole in the wall, a door off the hinges, some spray paint on the clean white walls.
Maybe I'll just go scream in a pillow or something.
Or perhaps, I should try "breathing through the heart" to calm myself down. /sarcasm
I had the most annoying therapy appointment I've ever had in my entire life.
I will write a whole separate post about it, because I also want to include a little video to tell you all about why I'm so annoyed, and I need to film and upload it for your viewing pleasure.
That was an hour and a half of my life I can't get back.
And yes, I know a few people who will be laughing at me, because the whole point of biofeedback is to calm one's self down to a point of total relaxation, which then relieves stress as well as pain.
Very unhappy.
Very.
March 4, 2008
I almost allowed myself to be sucked in to the hate.
I still have some bad feelings about an on-line company I used to work for, bitter, nasty feelings.
I have even more of those bitter, nasty feelings towards one person involved in particular, and I do my absolute best to refrain from any interactions with her.
I keep myself very guarded most of the time.
Like 99.9%, I am on guard, I hold every emotion in, and I come out sounding like a robot.
It's much better to be cold and robotic, than it is to lower myself to the level she has in the past.
I've allowed myself to become too close to some of the people again, and she is one of them.
A conversation took place, I snipped back. It wasn't as nasty as it could have been, and when pressed, I immediately apologized for my brief moment of quip.
I will not lower myself any lower than that.
I will not go where she has gone, I will not say anything more on the subject.
I went too far as it was, but my emotions were high, my anger and bitterness over the previous company were running high, and I quipped when I should have bolted out of there as fast as possible, only leaving dust or the glow of some led tail lights in my absence.
My dislike of this woman runs deep.
Fakeness in people bothers me like nothing else.
Having 2 faces, one that is all sweet and kind, and the other, equipped with a wicked and sharp, forked tongue.
I make no apologies for my dislike of her, only an apology for sinking to her level.
These are things I am working on, personal character flaws of mine, that need to be dealt with so I can stay above those low levels, not allow myself to be entertained or hyped up into joining the group.
I had a very good handle on it for the last few months, but the company has become more of an issue with more of my friends dealing with issues with this company, and my wanting to help, sends me in to see the other things going on, and wham, I slipped.
I will be refraining from being part of the group of people desperately trying to make a change for the better.
I cannot help them any way, no matter how much I would like to.
And in my inability to help, and my desire to stay away from the fray, I will be able to give myself the space needed to stay away from one who can bring out the less than good human levels in me.
I strive to be the best human I can be, I do make mistakes, but I am the only one who can make myself better, so I'll take the steps needed to do so.
Friends can still email me for advice, but there will be no more joining in the conversations, because I find myself sinking to those levels which make me ashamed of myself.
February 27, 2008
Mark Lunsford to sue Florida sheriff's office over handling of daughters case.
Jessica Lunsford, the cute little 9 year old girl pictured here, was kidnapped, raped and murdered 3 years ago, by John Couey who lived just across from her home. Couey admitted that he kept her alive for 4 days before finally killing her, and that is part of the reason that Mark Lunsford is suing the Citrus County Sheriff's office.
The proposed lawsuit, which has not yet been filed, claims that if law enforcement officers had searched the mobile home of John Couey, the registered sex offender convicted of Jessica's rape and murder, instead of just searching the home's yard the night the 9 year-old girl disappeared, she would have been discovered.Evidence revealed during Couey's trial showed that Jessica was kept alive for as many as four days before being buried alive. Couey was sentenced to death in August for the crimes.
During the search for Jessica, the mobile home's property and yard were searched several times, there are reports that neighbors told the officers to search inside the home, that something was going on in there, but the officers never searched inside the home.
The intent to sue also states that if the neighbors had been told about Couey's status as a sex offender when he moved in just 2 weeks before her disappearance, she might have been saved.
Lunsford says the sheriff's office wasted valuable time investigating his own father, questioning him about Jessica, instead of searching the home of the sex offender who lived just 100 yards from their front door.
But there are many critics of Lunsford, many calling him a liar and shady, and only suing for his own financial gain.
Lunsford has been given a brand new H2, (Hummer) "living high on the hog", he has a checkered past some are saying, others want to know where all the money raised from the charity rides has gone. They want an audit of all the monies raised and given to Lunsford.
Local radio personality, Bubba the love sponge, has been doing his own investigation into Lunsford.
It has been said that Bubba is about to expose Lunsford, and has had private investigators digging deep into his past and financial records.
Many people are questioning Lunsford's activities.
On the night Jessica was abducted, Lunsford was out partying at a bar with his 18 year old girlfriend. He and Jessica lived with his parents, and they left the door unlocked for him for whenever he came home.
The sheriffs confiscated Lunsford's computer and found some disturbing images on it, yet because his daughter was missing, they halted any investigation into those photographs.
This topic is high on many local Florida forums, a lot of people have some very strong opinions of Mark Lunsford, some calling him a meth head, a junkie, and having some dealings which are shady and possibly illegal.
I don't know where I stand on this.
I am now questioning his finances myself. He went from living with his parents, into a brand new home, driving an H2 that was given to him, and there have been many charity rides to raise money for the Lunsford foundation, but where is the money?
There is no accounting of those monies raised, and what about those pictures on his computer?
What were they of, and why did the police not investigate any further?
This will be an interesting story to follow, and if the suit does go forward, I am hoping that an audit of all the charity monies raised is done before letting this go any further.
I think people deserve to know what happened to that money, and if this suit is really about changing the policy on sex offenders, or if it's just for Lunsford's own gains.
February 18, 2008
It's a shame I can't shake them out of my life.
You ever have people in your life who are just negative?
They have to start trouble where there is none?
They take everything as a a personal offense to them, even if it's not?
I wish I could just shake these people from my life, but that's not possible.
It's simply not possible.
It's times like these, and people like these, that make me want to just quit doing what I'm supposed to do, but I would be letting others down if I did that.
I know I'm blunt, to the point, always been brutally honest, and other people can't handle that.
They want things sugar coated, they want to be coddled, they want to have the same kind of control they have in every other part of their lives, and they don't have it, so they are attempting to get me removed from what I was asked to do.
Honestly, it would be easier to just quit.
It would make my life so freaking much easier.
I wouldn't have to deal with this type of behavior any longer.
Maybe I could just take some time off and let them run amok, do what they want, get away with what ever it is they feel like they deserve to do all the time.
I don't know.
But I do know I'm over this crappy ass behavior and so are other people.
Man, I'd love to publish some of the emails I get from others who are so over the negative bullshit.
I need a vacation, but I have stuff I am supposed to do, and I will continue doing it until I'm asked by the people that put me in this place, to step down.
Blah.
February 3, 2008
Now that was an exciting night!
So we were having the BBQ and watching one of the most intense and well fought super bowl games I've witnessed in a long time, when things got a little exciting right here in my own hood.
The duplex to the direct right of me, the one where the drug dealer just recently moved out of, has new tenants.
They have been in there for about 2, maybe 3 weeks now.
Anyway, we're all cheering, screaming at the tv, eating ribs, wings, pasta salad, deviled eggs, beverages of all kinds, and then we hear screaming of a different kind.
The woman in the duplex, was screaming in pain, the man, be he her boyfriend or spouse, is unknown to any of us, is yelling and screaming back.
Things are being thrown and smashed, dogs are barking, and someone dialed 9-1-1.
At first, just one cruiser showed up with an ambulance for possible injuries in a domestic dispute.
Then another cruiser, and another, and another.
We were all told to get in our houses, so the teens and I came back in ours, Dave went back in his with the rest of his guests.
Within just 7 minutes, there were 9 cruisers and 2 swat vehicles, and the ambulance, and a K-9 unit. They were lined up in front of my plex and that plex, and 3 cruisers were in my driveway.
All the officers were in tactical positions, guns drawn, and aimed at the front door and windows of that duplex.
The man was now holding the woman hostage with some kind of weapon.
It took from the end of the 1st quarter of the game, until the beginning of the last quarter of the game, to get the situation under control.
An officer finally had gotten in the back door of the plex, and got up behind the man, tackled him and disabled the weapon.
The woman was taken by ambulance to the hospital, and the man was cuffed and dragged out by 5 officers.
I was able to watch the entire thing go down from my driveway, no photos, I did try, and got yelled at to turn the camera off and get in a safe position behind a vehicle.
When it was all over, an officer came and apologized for disturbing our super bowl party, but they had to take tactical positions around the property, and that required no citizens to be in the back yards or peering out windows.
I was only allowed to stay in my own driveway because 2 officers and their vehicles were in it, and I stayed behind them.
Between this all, I kept going in and out and checking on the game, the teens did watch it for me and kept me posted through the screen door.
I got to see the awesome last quarter, and am so freaking impressed with how well both teams fought their asses off.
I couldn't believe how it ended, but wow, a damn exciting game.
17-14, un-fucking-real.
Congratulations to the Giants, and well played to the Patriots.
They fought like hell, they should be proud of their season, and how hard they played tonight.
How was your night and super bowl party?
January 31, 2008
May I speak with Heydee please?
I have been getting calls non-stop from some credit collection people for my old room-mate Heidi.
It's been weeks of them calling 2-3 times a day, and me hanging up after they ask for Heydee.
I don't know anyone named Heydee.
Hee hee.
But today I snapped.
I hate collection calls, Heidi has not lived here in what now, 3 and a half years?
So instead of hanging up after the message that says "Please hold for a call from something something LLC", I waited to speak to one of the idiots.
Some guy with a thick foreign accent jumps on the line and asks me if he can speak to Heydee.
I say who? Playing dumb, want to hear him screw up the name again.
He repeats, "Heydee".
I say, you mean Heidi?
"Um, H-e-i-d-i, Heydee."
No, that spells Hi-dee. Heidi.
"Oh, sorry about dat ma'am. May I speak with her?"
No, Heidi has not lived here in like 3 and a half years. As far as I know, she's back in Seattle, I haven't seen her or spoken with her since she moved out.
"Are you sure ma'am? She put this telephone number down as a contact number."
If she put this number down as a contact, she lied to you, because she has not lived here in over 3 years now.
"Do you have another number for her ma'am?"
No, did you hear me? I have not seen or spoken to her in over 3 years. I don't know and don't really care, where she is. And take this number out of your system.
"We can't do that ma'am."
Excuse me? What? You can't remove MY number from HER contact information? This is not Heidi's home, phone, or address. It belongs to me, Kat Cooper and my sons only. Remove the number from her contact sheet.
"We can't do that ma'am, it's the only contact information we have for her, she must be using it somehow. Sorry to bother you, we will try again later."
He hung up.
Excuse me?!
They won't remove my number from her contact information? The bitch has not lived here in over 3 years, yet she's still using it as a reference number for stuff?
Man, if I ever see her again, I'm gonna fucking hurt her.
How dare she keep using this number and address for whatever it is that she's doing.
Makes me glad I did get her out of here when I did, who knows what kind of shit she's gotten herself into now.
January 30, 2008
Lots of strong opinions on the post below.
Most of the women would be as upset as my neighbor, one guy blames the wife for not pleasing her husband in bed, some think she should just tell him she knows, some think she's a liar too, some people think porn is just fine, others think she's violating postal laws by opening his mail.
On the mail issue, the husband has given his wife permission to open all the mail no matter what it is, because she is the one who does all the bill paying.
For the guy who says she's not pleasing her husband as the reason he's turned to porn, what if she is pleasing him? Does that change your view on his porn ordering?
For those who think porn is just fine, remember now, to each person their own. Not everyone likes or enjoys porn like you do. Some people find it nasty and disgusting, and truly oppose it.
He may indeed call the company and ask where his product is, and when they say they were shipped, he'll just keep checking the mail even more. This guy is not the brightest bulb in the bunch here, he lies about where he ate lunch everyday, he's not gonna come out and ask her for this.
For those who think she's a liar as well. Yes, she is, but as a wife who opposes porn of any kind, and has this show up in the mail with her husbands permission to open all mail and packages, she's doing what she thinks she needs to. This is her marriage on the line, not mine, not yours. Two liars under one roof makes for a lot of secrets about a lot of things on both sides of the marital bed.
Would it make any difference to any of you if they had a 12 year old son who shares the exact same name as his father, and could possibly open these packages thinking it's for him?
Does having a kid in the home make any difference at all?
January 29, 2008
I'm a music nazi.
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's songs being credited to the wrong band.
When Shell was here, she had a small mp3 player problem that Best Buy was able to take care of, but we had to dump all of her mp3's on my pc for them to do it.
So I ended up deleting most of her files after she left, I should have kept them all, but in the ones I did hang onto, I found a huge mistake.
She had attributed the song "Once bitten twice shy", to Poison.
I played it and it definitely was not Brett Michaels, but in fact Jack Russell belting out those famous lyrics.
That's Jack Russell, of Great White.
You didn't know what rock and roll was
Until you met my drummer on a grey tour bus
I got there in the nick of time
Before he got his hands across your state line, yeah
I went looking on line to see just how many other people have screwed this up, and found that not only Poison was given credit, but Warrant, White Snake, and omg ugh, White Lion.
Seriously people, how could you make such a mistake?
I have to forgive the younger crowds, they have just recently begun finding the joy of 80's hair metal, but not the people of my age group.
There is no forgiveness for any of you!
I am now left wondering if I should have kept all of her files and gone through them to see if she made more attribution mistakes.
Shell honey, are you getting old?
Your memory of going to see Great White at the Civic Center, must have gotten lost to your alzheimered brain.
Or was it the alcohol? *wink*
January 16, 2008
I've begun without them.
Cleaning the house that is.
I've started the laundry so I have clean sheets and blankets for Shell to use, I need to do the dishes, vac, mop, and then the boys can do the bathroom and their rooms when they get home.
I stayed up really late last night, it was about 4am when I finally went to bed.
the alarm went off at 5:45, I got the teens up, sent them off to school at 6:30, and then went back to bed, hoping to sleep till at least 10am.
I set my alarm to get up at 10, but I didn't need to, my phone woke me up over and over again starting at 7:30am.
Grrr.
I have a feeling it was my neighbor, because at 9am, she called, and when I answered the phone in a gruff, she was all 'what's wrong Kat?'
I explained to her about the phone ringing repeatedly, and the person hanging up, and she was all sorry, I didn't wake you did I?
I said some jerk kept calling and hanging up, so I'm awake now, but I hate it when people do that.
She just kept saying sorry.
I know it was her.
Grr.
Then some doctors office called looking for a patient.
I said no, wrong number.
The nurse said 'are you sure?'
Why gee lady, let me double check my ID, I might have forgotten my name over night, or maybe(!) that person moved in while I was asleep, let me check the rooms!
I said yes, I'm absolutely sure that person does not live at this phone number, check your number again.
'Oh, I dialed a 5 instead of a 6, I'm sorry.'
Uh huh, and I'm the one who doesn't know my last name or who lives here. *eyeroll*
Stupid people.
I have tons of stuff to do today, I need to get busy on all of it. Home stuff and work stuff.
Oh, what did my neighbor want?
She wanted to know if I was going to the store because she needs dog supplies, dog food, a de-wormer, and some flea stuff.
She said she's too sore to go anywhere today.
Um, she have a car, I would have to walk, and I'm sore today as well.
See, Shell is headed down, and it looks like she's sent some cold Maine air ahead of her so it will feel like home.
It was 40 degrees last night.
It's warming back up again though.
High's will be mid 70's for the rest of the week, nights will be low 60's.
That's perfect Florida weather for winter.
January 11, 2008
Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
One of the other things I saw in the Avon brochure, were some rings that could pass as diamond rings. This is campaign 3, not even due yet, and the description on the ring page, is that the only one who could tell the difference, is a certified jeweler.
It was a gorgeous ring too. I folded the page over, I do that when I think I might want something.
Anyway, I've never been big on owning huge wicked expensive pieces of jewelry, I do own some really nice real diamond rings, but I don't wear them places because it makes me feel like I'm gonna get robbed.
Seriously.
So I have a few rings that are fake that I wear everywhere. The bands are real SS.925, but the stones are not. I feel safer wearing fakes. I can't really explain it. I mean, if some idiot thinks it's real, I'm gonna get robbed anyway, but at least I won't be losing something that was worth a ton.
January 6, 2008
Not stuck, just tonsils.
I posted super early this morning, about how it felt like my pain pill was stuck.
Well, it's not stuck, my tonsils are swollen.
I can barely swallow anything at all at this point.
I can't even get freezing cold water to go down without feeling like I have a set of large gold cufflinks lodged in my throat.
I just had Mark look in there, and he was like "Holy crap mom! Your tonsils are HUGE!"
Fabulous, just what I needed.
It has been such a super long day and night.
Tons of stress, people acting all freaking superior than every one else, people complaining about stuff left and right.
No matter what position I took, it was going to upset someone, so I just held on tightly until it ended.
It was very nice to hear though, that I handled it correctly.
It's nice being thanked for putting up with crap.
I need to get to bed.
Sebastian will be home around 8am, so no sleeping in for me, and I am in such pain in my throat right now, I have a freaking migraine to boot too.
To anyone who has emailed me or is waiting on a reply, I will get to it tomorrow.
I had planned on doing them all tonight, but I had to deal with that other stuff. I apologize.
Later days.
December 8, 2007
Adult bullies.
Have you ever had to work with people who are just nasty?
I don't mean nasty in a dirty, smelly way, or nasty in a dirty joke telling way, but nasty in a they are mean way.
I've worked with some people who believe they are above everyone else, that they know everything, they talk down to others, and feel they have every right to do this.
They go out of their way to tell you they've been doing the job longer than you, they know more about a subject than you, they can read better than you, just really snobby behavior.
I can't freaking stand it.
Know it alls, snobs, sarcastic, scathing. They claim they just tell it like it is, but what it really is is just mean.
It's like adult bullying.
Actually, I can't even call them adults because they don't behave like adults, they behave like playground bullies.
I try to keep a positive outlook on things, I rant and complain when I have to, just like everyone else, but I do try to keep the positivity flowing as best I can.
I don't know what it is about these kinds of people.
Even when they say mean things to me, I blow it off and stay positive.
I do think about it, but I don't dwell on it.
I was thinking about it just now, and so I figured I'd ask all of you, how do you handle adult bullies?
How do you deal with people who go out of their way to put others down?
November 3, 2007
More robberies in Ybor.
Last night, another local girl from the forums was robbed in Ybor.
They got her purse, cell phone, all her jewelry including her D&G watch, her digital camera, her boyfriends wallet and pretty much anything they had on them.
This is the second time someone local to me has been robbed out there.
It's not the same place it used to be at all.
You could go there and walk around and not really be bothered except by staggering drunks falling down or bums asking for change. The religious freaks would usually yell at you that you're going to hell, but now it's become a major center of crime.
Police presence has even stepped up dramatically, and it still happens.
They pull up, ask for directions, or even just walk up to you and say hello, then the next thing you know, they have a gun pulled on you telling you to hand over everything you have.
By 6am, all her and her boyfriend's debit cards had been used to get gas at 13 different gas stations, and their cell phones had been used to make hundreds of calls.
She was able to watch it all happen from her home computer. One browser on her bank page, one on her cell service page.
Just watching as things get racked up before the companies could close the services down.
Sad.
They will probably get everything reimbursed by the bank and cell providers because they reported it, but man, how crappy.
This is why when I go out anywhere, I get cash from an atm before I even go, I leave all valuables at home, keep my cash, my id, and my cell phone in a pocket, leave my purse locked in the trunk of the car.
I don't have much but what I do have, I can't afford for anyone to just take from me.
October 30, 2007
Candy, costumes, and creeps.
Tomorrow is Halloween and if you're a parent and haven't already done so, now is the time to check your local or National Sex Offender Registry for the sexual predators and molesters in your neighborhood.
My sons are far too old for trick or treating anymore, but I still run the search every few months just to see who has moved into my neighborhood.
I just ran the search and it came back with the following results.
Radius 1.0 Mile
Offenders/Predators found 11
That's a 1 mile radius around my house. I can tell you that it's approximately 5 blocks in all directions.
11 of them.
The majority of them are on released supervision, which means they must check in and are being monitored by law enforcement.
You should check with your local law enforcement about the rules regarding the homes these people live in, and Halloween.
Here, no registered sexual offender is allowed to decorate, hand out candy, or even dress up and walk the neighborhood.
They are restricted to their homes, and may also not have porch lights on, which is traditionally an indicator that kids can knock or ring the bell to trick or treat.
Just to see, I ran another check and this time set the parameter to a 5 miles radius.
Radius 5.0 Miles
Offenders/Predators found 149
Wow.
That's far too many pervs near me.
Parents, if you haven't checked your neighborhood yet, please do it tonight or tomorrow before you take your children out.
Trick or treating can be so much fun, but you need to stay safe and stay away from the homes of resgistered sex offenders.
Check your neighborhood, make note of the addresses where they live, and don't go to those homes.
October 28, 2007
Don't drive or park on my lawn!
I certainly hope my neighbors to my right, yes, the drug dealers, are able to find themselves some good truck accident lawyers or already have one, for what they did.
This is my front lawn.
These are the tire tracks going through my front yard, all the way through my side yard.
(I know, the lawn needs to be mowed. Mark is actually doing it right now)
This is the tree they hit.
And this is the back of their house where the tire tracks end.
Why is this such a big deal and they may need a lawyer?
We have a septic tank in my front lawn, the drainage field runs the entire width and length of my front yard.
There is also a septic tank in the side yard belonging to their own duplex.
If they have broken my drain field, my landlord is going to sue them.
This is the second time they have done this, and now I have to go out there and place huge signs or get a barrier fence, to prevent them from driving on my lawn again.
I don't know why they did this in the first place, but it will not be happening again,
October 27, 2007
The punks are at it again.
When I went for my walk tonight, well early evening, I noticed a whole bunch of mailboxes had been baseball'd.
You know, mailbox baseball?
It's a game that's been played for years and years by punk kids all across this country, where you go driving by, or the younger ones who can't legally drive yet, riding by on their bikes, and with a baseball bat or some other hard swingable object, you take out the mailboxes on a street by whacking them off their posts.
I saw 5 of them just on the right hand side of the street as I walked up.
That was just my street, I didn't go on my usual walk route tonight.
I just went up the street on the right side, and down on the left.
Even though the blood doc told me to rest as much as possible, I don't like to miss my walking days, so I only walked up the street and back.
About 20 minutes total instead of my usual hour long walk.
As you can see from the time stamp on this post, I'm obviously not sleeping, but I was playing the GH3 demo and blog and forum surfing, and lost track of time.
By the time I realized what time it was, it was much too late to take the Restoril.
Oh well.
I'm sure I'll fall asleep soon.
I hope anyway. *laughs*
Off to answer emails and more blog reading and commenting.
Later days!
October 24, 2007
Wear your cheesy grin, and just smile, smile, smile.
Yesterday I posted about some teachers being concerned with how Mark is behaving in school, and after I spoke to him at great lentgh last night, he went to school this morning with the promise of trying.
I received an email from one of the teachers a few minutes ago, letting me know Mark appeared to be in a much better place today, and thanked me for my support in helping her, help Mark.
This is my reply.
She'll probably think I'm nuts now. *LOL*
Dear Ms. W.:
Mark and I had a very long, very detailed talk last night about his behavior at school.
He knows it is unacceptable, and will not be tolerated.
He was also heavily encouraged, to be more socially interactive, instead of the sloth like creature he has been portraying in class.
What that means is, he will answer questions when called upon, he will interact with his fellow students, he will refrain from drawing images, although totally harmless, that might possibly cause people to be concerned.
I think he finally understands now that his behavior was causing people to believe he was either so sick he was dying, or a severely mentally disturbed young man, on the brink of committing a bad act.
Mark said to me he doesn't like people, that's all fine and good, I don't really like very many people myself, but when in a social setting such as school or any public setting, one has to behave like everyone else lest they think something is wrong you, and start making phone calls questioning your mental state.
In this day and age of kids shooting up their schools, teachers will no longer ignore the quiet kid in the back of the room. Those are the types of kids who pulled the triggers in almost every school shooting.
Teachers have been told what signs to look for. So even though Mark simply wants to do his work and be left alone, being alone and quiet is like a tornado siren warning that that kid might have issues, and it needs to be looked into.
He gets it now.
Our talk did a lot of good, even if it made him angry that he would have to interact with people, he understands how it looks to other people when he sits quietly, and alone, showing the look of a depressed teen.
Thank you for contacting me, don't hesitate to do so again. If he falls back into his old habits of sleeping and not participating, let me know, and I will get him back where he needs to be.
The last thing I want is for him to fail his classes, but I also don't want people thinking there is something wrong with him and he needs therapy. He doesn't, he is just a bored teen with no motivation to be part of anything bigger than himself.
He finds society fake, and people's actions phony. He doesn't understand that society even with it's fakery, it has a need to be cohesive and fluid. Those on the outer rim, are always looked at like they don't belong and will do something crazy.
He understands now how his actions were causing people to think of him. He said he will try harder to fit in, he'll try to talk and be part of it all, and to do more work than just what is required by January.
He really just wanted to be left alone, but he knows how it appears to others to be the quiet, un-involved kid.
So just let me know if he slips back, we'll work on it.
Any day that I receive an email or call that says he's not participating or sleeping, is a day he loses all his fun stuff like video games, which he loves.
October 23, 2007
So, women and whores.
I'm writing an article, not sure if I'll post it here, but I will be submitting it to a women's issue type magazine, hopefully for publication.
Anyway, this mornings internet discussion was about women who post pictures of their breasts on the internet.
Now, as a woman who has been taking pictures of my breasts and submitting them to the boobiethon every year since 2003, I was intrigued by what was being said.
A young man asked the following question; (please try not to cringe at the obvious lack of writing skills)
Ok, is posting pics of ur g/fs boobs on the internet (with her knowing and being 100% ok with it) whore-ish??
i think it is but some ppl tend to disagree
If the girl posts a pic of her own boobs on the internet - whore.
If the guy posts a pic of his girls boobs on the internet - disrespectful.
So I threw myself into the fray and said no, it's not whorish at all. If the woman is ok with posting her breasts on the internet, bare or covered, it's entirely her choice, and not a whorish thing to do.
I used my own example of participating in the boobiethon, and people were all no no, of course that's not whorish, that's for a good cause!
But wait, it's still breasts, and some people sent naked ones and others covered ones.
They still said no, it was for charity.
Hrm.
The conversation kept going, just what type of picture of breasts posted to the internet, decides if it's a whorish picture or not?
One of my issues with the entire thread was that women were calling other women whores.
Why would any woman say something that degrades another woman?
Why would they send out such a harsh judgment on their fellow sisters?
One reply was, it depended on what type of site the pictures were posted to.
Charity sites like the boobiethon, where the pictures are helping to raise money for a cause, were just fine.
But sites like rate my tits (not linked for obvious reasons) and myspace profiles, were very bad, and definitely the sign of a whore.
A single fellow woman stood up and asked the same question, "What the hell is with women calling other women whores? Can't they just be proud and sexually confident?"
No, sorry, they can't.
Several more very young women spoke up to say breast pictures on the internet were whorish.
Even women who themselves have pictures of their breasts in varying states of covered, posted on this very forum.
Such odd judgments coming down from some very self righteous gals doncha think?
Luckily we had some other level headed women step into the discussion.
"I think there are so many other factors that make a woman a whore, pictures of boobs doesn't even cut through the surface of that one."
By definition- Whore: a woman who engages in promiscuous sexual intercourse, usually for money; prostitute; harlot; strumpet.But we still had women coming in and saying that it was tacky, without class, and flat out attention seeking. Then we had some really silly, laughable answers like this one; "Ummm, that is whorish, why would you want other people to see your boobs when you have a b/f...those are your b/f boobs only!!!" Well boy, am I glad to learn that once I get into a relationship, that my breasts suddenly become the property of the boyfriend. I'll keep that in mind.
More and more of these young women were saying how tacky it is to post pictures of your breasts, because they were for your partners eyes only, no reason to ever post that shit.
The hypocrisy taking place was absolutely incredible, so I reminded them of their very own boobie pictures posted right there on that very forum, in their profiles and in threads.
Pictures they had taken at events and get togethers, where lots of alcohol had flowed, cameras were every where, and fun was being had, and suddenly the tune changed.
Suddenly it was totally ok to post pictures like those ones because it was for fun, but bare breasts were still tacky. And whorish.
It was even worse if the boyfriend posted the picture with the girls consent, it seemed to show a ton of disrespect, and made the girl an even bigger whore.
Questions were asked about if the girl did it for money, on a web cam type of site, or if she just did it for attention.
There were 'moral ideas' for which way and type of site, a picture could be posted and not be whorish, and which way they would be.
All of this got me thinking about how women treat each other, how we do far more damage to each others self esteem and sexuality, than any man could ever do.
It's pretty bad when a man calls you a whore, but when your fellow women say it about you, it's said with the most malicious intent.
We truly mean it, we have decided that you are a whore, even if you're not, (definition) and that we don't like you.
We have been your judge, jury, and social executioner, based on a picture you post on the internet.
We decide that our drunken pictures are perfectly acceptable, that it's fine if it's done in the name of fun and good times.
But any other reason aside from that and charity, maybe an artistic reason is acceptable, but art is subjective, is definitely bad, and you are not a good woman in the eyes of other women.
You lack class, you're trashy and tacky.
I honestly can't figure out why women do this to each other though.
It's certainly not for competition of affection from men, these women all have men in their lives, in secure and committed relationships, yet they will put down another woman for a bunch of reasons.
It's been said that women are very catty creatures, and it's true.
The claws come out and they attack.
But what we say to each other, is what we say about ourselves, it affects all of us women, not just the woman we are labeling.
We do damage to women as a whole, when we continue to use those words against each other.
We choose how we react to things, and what the message of our reaction is going to be.
If posting a picture of your breasts on the internet is not something you would do, then don't do it.
But we can decide not to impose our morality on other women by calling them degrading names. We can say that we would never do it, and then just leave it alone.
I don't understand how or why, we would continue to encourage the use of such damaging words, when the action that has been done doesn't even come close to the actions set forth by the definition of the word we tossed out there.
October 10, 2007
Age is not an excuse to be rude.
This old lady right here, is a total fucking bitch.
Like I said this morning, I had to run to the drug and grocery store, and when I was getting in line to check out, I knocked over one of those stupid hanging end caps.
I had my cart in the line, my ass was in the line, and this old bitty, slammed her cart into my ass, shoved my cart over, and moved in front of me in the line.
I said; "Excuse me? I was in line."
Old bitty: No you weren't, your items were not on the belt.
Me: What? That mans items were filling the belt, I was in line, my cart was here, you rammed me with your cart, pushed mine out of the way, and moved in. That was extremely rude.
Old Bitty: Your items were not on the belt, those are the rules of shopping deary, you should learn them. Also, learn some respect for your elders.
Me: Excuse me?! What did you just say? I need to respect my elders? How about you need to learn that age is no excuse for rudeness. What you did was extremely rude, and hitting me with your cart? What gives you the right to hit someone with a grocery cart?!
Old bitty: I hit you to move you out of my way, you were picking up things from the floor, therefore, not in line as you should have been, so I moved you. Now shut up.
Me: You are a total bitch you know that? You just admitted to hitting me with your cart to move me so you could get in. By the way, take a shower once in awhile. You smell like Ben Gay and rotting flesh you old hag.
Old bitty: Apologize!
Me: No.
Old bitty: Apologize or I'll call for a manager!!
Me: Go right ahead and call for one. You slammed your cart into me, you admitted you did, these 3 people heard you, and guess what? I'm disabled. You just slammed and admitted you slammed, your cart into a disabled person, which is a crime in Sarasota County, assault on the disabled. So go right ahead, call that manager over.
Old bitty: *look of horror on her face, then turns to finish checking out as quick as she could*
Me: I'm taking your picture too, just in case I end up hurting later on from you slamming your cart into me. If I end up sore, I'll be sure to call the manager later to get your name from your credit card receipt. I'm making a note of the time and register number, and the cashiers name, and the baggers name. My lawyer may need the information.
Old bitty: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Me: Too late for that.
The guy in front of us was cracking up, the cashier had this horrified look on her face, the bagger was slack jawed, but ya know what?
I'm sick of this shit.
I'm sick of the old people in this fucking town thinking that just because they are old, they have the right to do this kind of crap to people.
The majority of them do this shit. They will cut you in line, they will hit you with their carts, they will grab the loaf of bread you have your hand on to take from the shelf, they will demand to be waited on before you at the deli, even though they didn't take a number.
The old people in this city fucking suck ass, and I'm sick of it!
I do not feel guilty at all throwing my disability at her.
If they can throw their age around as a right to be douchebags, I can throw my disability at them when they are.
October 3, 2007
It annoys me.
One thing that annoyed me today, probably annoyed me more because of the migraine, it's when people try to pass off a story as their own.
Ya know, plagiarize.
Seriously, just google this sentence without quotes;
"I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer", and see how many times it comes up.
Some bonehead posted that on a forum with no source link, meaning they tried to pass off that incredibly funny and well written story, as their own.
As soon as I read the first paragraph, I knew the guy posting it couldn't have possibly written it, so I googled that exact sentence.
People should never try to plagiarize in the age of Google. *wink*
Migraines seriously annoy me too.
I was just emailing with someone who has also noticed that highly potent pain meds, never ever, touch a migraine.
I find it totally weird that they don't, I know I've mentioned it before too, they just never touch them.
It usually takes downing some regular Tylenol or Excedrin, with a couple cans of caffeine laden beverages, to kill a migraine.
How come the pain meds don't work on migraines?
They work on every other body part, but not your migraine.
What the fuck is so special about a migraine, that a percoset won't kill it?
It also annoys me when people think things aren't fair, and start in with conspiracy theories.
I see it so much, and it annoys me.
So and so won a contest, it must be rigged, or the voting broken.
So and so got something I didn't, the people giving them out are playing favorites.
So and so got picked randomly for a prize drawing, it can't be random, the randomizer is broken or someone played favorites.
The first 100 people to signup will get something, but again, someone played favorites.
Seriously??
It also annoys me when people don't listen, don't pay attention.
Something super important was asked, no one answered, so they asked again, hoping someone in authority would answer, and of course, no one did.
The people that did answer though, obviously didn't really read the question, pay attention to what had been said, and pretty much attacked this person, calling them names.
Hello? It was a very legitimate thing, he just wanted to know why what he paid for, wasn't what he ended up with. It was sold to him with the promise of 1 thing, he paid for that 1 thing, and he ended up getting way less than what he paid for.
Sure, we all know how it works, but the sales pitch he got, obviously didn't explain it to him, assured him he'd get what he was asking for, and he didn't get it.
I'd be pretty pissed too.
Then I'd be pissed the official people weren't answering my questions.
But it's not really anything new with the place that sold it to him, it's par for the course actually.
Things just annoyed me today, and like I said, it was probably all due to the migraine.
I can usually laugh this stuff off, but today, it all got on my nerves and more.
Like the dumb bimbo who talks down to people all the time.
I restrained myself from calling her out, I did well considering, but man, it was on the tip of my fingers for a few hours.
It's so weird having conversations on the internet. People always tell you to ignore it, it's all behind the screen, but I know the bimbo in real life, it's not just some random forum full of strangers, I've actually met her and the majority of them, and her persona on line, is just like it is in real life.
That's the kicker.
That big bad ass attitude, isn't a fake e-attitude, it's really how she is.
She's just an ugly person inside and it shows on the outside.
Anyway, I suppose I ought to be getting to bed, attempt to get some sleep so I can get things done tomorrow.
Later days.
September 26, 2007
I'm only slightly bummed.
As most of you know by now, I was supposed to go to Las Vegas in November for a convention, but due to a whole slew of really skeevy behavior, bad vibes, and just totally shitty buisiness practices, I won't be going.
One of the main reasons I wanted to go was so that I could meet all kinds of really awesome people I had "met" through blogging, see Vegas (OMGDZ!) and catch a show, take a tour of some of the Las Vegas luxury homes, and hope to run into a few celebs.
Ya know, maybe Keanu was gonna be in town that weekend.
Psh right!
So anyway, I won't be going in November, but I may still go to the blogger party in March.
I mean, I need to see Vegas before I die y'all!!
I'd like to see Siegfried and Roy before another one of their tigers attacks, a magic show, a traditional showgirl show, and all that stuff.
I will miss out on meeting all the other bloggers who are still going in November, but hey, I just have to stick to what I know is right for me to do.
I know others have said screw the reason we were going, now we're going just to hang out with friends, but I can't even ignore the reason this convention is being held.
Like, my moral fibers are telling me not to be a hypocrite, so I'm not going.
And maybe, just maybe, I got out right in time.
It was seriously starting to be cult like, and I was tired of the two faced bs going on, and all that butt kissin' too.
And once I looked at all of that with fresh open wide eyes, I totally could see what other people were complaining about.
Like for real see it, and wow, I'm ashamed of myself for ever having been part of that.
September 14, 2007
Military dad can't save his children from abuse.
This is a story with local ties, the children are here in Florida, and the military dad is stationed in Alaska.
*WARNING* This video contains a graphic description of what the 5 year old daughter said during a medical examination.
Please use headphones if you have young children in the room.
Please, watch the video, digg the article, this is a call to action!
The story;
Your kids live nearly 5,000 miles away and experts are telling you they're being sexually and physically abused. This Father and all the officials in Alaska know what is going on. Judge J. Kevin Carey in Florida needs to take action to protect the helpless victims and punish the aggressor.
After hearing the child welfare agents state what the 5 year old daughter said during her medical exam, I have no doubt in my mind that this child has been either sexually abused, or been exposed to pornographic movies, or possibly even made to watch her mother have sex with the boyfriend.
No matter how she knows the language she spoke, I consider it abuse.
Not to mention the bruises and other statements the children have made.
This is the contact information for the judge.
I've already made a call to his office to ask that he thoroughly investigate this case.
The Honorable J. Kevin Carey
800 E. Twiggs St., Room 422
Tampa, Florida 33602
(813) 272-6999
Courtroom #402
Judicial Assistant: Carmen Jones
Unified Family Court:
Domestic Relations/Family Law, Division F
September 7, 2007
Helping the girl friends.
A blogging friend of mine, Angie, had her blog suspended by her host. It wasn't a professional hosting company, it was a person who hosts other people on her account.
This is what happened to Angie;
I started my Girly Things blog as a sub-domain of someone who felt kind enough to provide a free account for me, but as I returned this afternoon for a long trip out of town for the funeral of my grandmother - I found that my account had been suspended for two weeks. Why, you ask? I had made mention of the possibility of giving my daughter a Benadryl during the long trip if she acted up. What I did not say in my other blog entry was that my pediatrician had actually suggested the Benadryl as an alternative to her daily non-drowsy allergy meds.....
Apparently, the gal who hosts my original Girly Things blogs felt I was advocating the drugging of children. It makes me wonder if she has a child, little less a nervous child with raging allergies.
Go visit Angie at Girly Things, bookmark her, feed her, blogroll her.
She most likely will never be allowed back into her blog, this isn't the first time this host has done this to one of her bloggers. She has just outright deleted other bloggers before without telling them too, a mistake she claims, and she never even tried to rectify the situation.
It is so very important if you are serious about your blogging, if you are trying to make an income from it, to get your own hosting and domain. Free hosts have often deleted bloggers for no good reason, so get your own, protect your content with a real ToS, by a real and reputable company.
I personally use ICDsoft, and have been with them for 4 years now.
They are an excellent company who has never done me wrong, and I'm often praising them to other bloggers for their outstanding customer service.
September 4, 2007
I may end up in jail over this, but enough is enough.
These images are clickable for bigger.
This is my neighbors pos minivan once again, parked drastically on my side of the property.
As you can see from the picture, her van is clearly on my side, it's well past my shed door, well past the middle of the carport.
This is another view from my shed door, right in front of my shed door as a matter of fact, that shows just how far on my side she is.
My basketball hoop is laying down, the hoop head is on the dead center divide of the carport.
It's actually 10 inches to the left, (my side) of the center divide.
This clearly shows just how much she is on my side.
Why am I so pissed about this when I don't own a vehicle, you might be wondering?
Because I pay for my half of this property for one thing, and for two, my sister came over today with my niece Susan, and they could not get her vehicle in my side of the carport.
Even if I had moved the hoop, there is not enough space between my bitch ass neighbors van and the concrete pillars, to allow another vehicle in.
Maybe if my sister had an MG, (the really tiny 1976 Midget), she may have been able to squeeze it in there, but it's doubtful.
We went to the grocery store and came back with a lot of groceries.
We could not park under the carport, out of the scalding hot sun, to unload them.
Ice cream is melting, milk is getting sun directly beamed onto it, frozen foods getting warmed up, all because my bitch ass neighbor has chosen to park like a fucking dumbass, day in and day out.
The basketball hoop will stay right where it is.
If she needs to move her van, she's going to have to do a 10 point turn to get it the fuck out of there, because I plan on sitting here with my blinds open all day and night, and watching to see if she moves it, or makes her son move it. (my hoop)
If anyone goes near my property, my hoop, and tries to move it, I'll go outside and sit on the freaking bar part of it so they can't move it.
If she starts shit with me, attempts to hit me, I will not hesitate to punch her fat fucking lights out.
On Saturday, there were 7 vehicles in this driveway, none of them mine, and one of them was on my grass.
On my grass folks.
Do you know what's under my grass, and my landlord has warned about many times?
The septic tank and the drainage lines.
You cannot park any cars on my side of the lawn, because it will crush the drainage lines and ruin the drain field.
I'm done playing around with this bitch, and if I do punch her out and get cuffed, the boys have been instructed to call my sister.
I'm so fucking over this shit with her.
August 25, 2007
Almost 6am, been up all night.
It's been one of those nights where I just couldn't sleep.
I just had so much on my mind, I couldn't rest.
I get really annoyed with people to the point I become consumed by it.
The person who is the cause of the post below, is a new acquaintance, met through blogging, through a fellow blogger, and I guess I should have cut things short right from the start.
I should have recognized a problem from the very first email that was kind of out of order, I would say.
It wasn't really the kind of conversation that a brand new person to your life, would discuss.
I should have recognized the signs.
Do you have any idea how awkward it was for me, to get an email from another practically unknown person, discussing the situation with person #1?
Person #1, had actually discussed with someone else, our email conversations, how they felt, how they upset me, how they needed to fix it, and along comes person #2, to try and patch it up.
It was so un-adult behavior, I was a bit taken back. I explained to person #2, that person #1, had obviously taken things very differently from how they were intended, and I was not responsible for how they felt.
I cut off communication with person #1, but they kept leaving comments, some of them inappropriate, and when they were, I replied and said so.
The emails kept coming.
Long, strange emails, full of professions of feelings, after just a week of barely on correspondence.
That last email, was the last straw.
I refuse to be spoken to in the manner in which I was.
I refuse to allow this person to behave, or think, they have some sort of relationship with me.
There is nothing.
Not even a friendship, which I did try to keep in line, only to have their misunderstood feelings thrown at me, like I was to blame for how they felt.
They had some sort of imaginary relationship with me, must have thought that because of that imagined, that it was acceptable to speak to me the way they did.
The emails were confusing to say the least.
One line insulting me, calling me a hypocrite, and another line telling me how very much they like me, and want this friendship to grow and see where it leads.
Then another line, insulting me again, putting me down.
Now maybe this kind of abusive talk has worked for them in the past.
Maybe they were able to gain control over women in this way, by putting them up on a pedestal one moment, and then knocking off one of the rungs the next.
Keep them confused and in place.
Does he like me?
Does he hate me?
He says I'm beautiful and intelligent in one breath, and in the next, calling me names.
Typical abusive, dominant behavior, by a man thinking we have some deep bond which is all in his head, and has been from the start.
Then I think back to the email from person #2, where they laughed off how he drinks too much, but means no harm.
A friend of mine asked me how I knew him, I explained we met through a friend, that was the extent of it.
She then begins to tell me to watch myself, that he gets drunk on the weekends and spends hours sending long strange emails to women he's met on line.
Heck, in one of his own emails to me, he confessed he bothers women on line.
Now maybe someone will think me cruel to be posting all of this information, but no one but myself, person #1, person #2, and my friend, even know who I am speaking of.
But this is my blog, this is where I write out my thoughts, and this is a subject I've been thinking about since that first email 2 weeks ago.
I could slap myself for not seeing the signs, for not paying close enough attention to the words, the questions asking for information, the innuendos, the compliments mixed with put downs.
I should have just cut it off right from the start.
I really don't know where I'm going with this, but the whole thing has me upset.
Being talked down to, and being talked about with someone else. Then having that person come and try and patch it up like it was a spat between high school lovers, and they were the mutual friend, passing notes back and forth, trying to get the couple talking again.
It just seems that no matter how I said no, there is nothing, stay on topic, no I will not discuss my romantic side with you, none of what I said sank in.
And perhaps it is how my friend and person #2 said, that he spends his weekends drinking and sending out long emails like this.
It was Friday night after all, and I received no emails during the week.
It was only once the weekend came, and a topic was right for picking a war, on a subject he already knew where I stood, to start off with a insulting comment, and an email with insults and compliments mixed together, asking for forgiveness after knowing full well he had just insulted and offended me.
And even more insulting and offensive, he asks me why I always want to fight with him.
I feel like I'm in an emotionally abusive relationship, and I don't like it.
August 25, 2007
Are atheists allowed to have Christmas?
I received a comment earlier that I have not published, because I know it was done to antagonize me.
I know this because it is clearly negative in tone.
Interesting how you extol "Christmas"
I had to read it twice to believe you had the nerve.
I still have hope for you. The smarter they are, the harder
they...whatever.
What the fuck are you talking about? How I extol Christmas?
Atheists can't celebrate giving presents? Is that what you're hinting at?
Let me ask you this, Ms. Atheist - what do you care about Christmas at all?
Are you just trying to find an association in time to make yourself feel good about yourself to give presents? You are the most self-contradictory person I've ever met.
Psst....why not extol March 11, or February 15, or May 2nd, or November 13th. What difference does it make to you? Nothing! So any response from you that accuses me - let it.
I never said you couldn't ride on the sleigh horse for giving presents.
For the rest of us, it is "Christmas." That means something.
If you want to celebrate, go ahead. Atheasts can give presents. Of course you're doing it for a purpose you don't believe. And if that offends you, the truth, well - there it is.
Think about why you are mad, as though you are not "deserving" to give presents for Christmas. Well - facts maam. You are not. The best I can say for you is that you condone it and arrange a mental yearly deep breath for the fake it all is - and yes, you can give presents too.
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August 20, 2007
Maybe the school could use some help.
So yeah, it's almost noon, and we still don't know anything.
The last person I spoke to in the guidance office a few minutes ago, said that they cannot locate any of the paperwork we signed on his orientation day, or the papers we signed during his summer school.
Maybe they need some new collaboration software.
That company offers a free 30 day trial, they could try it out, find my sons' missing documents, and get him in his classes.
They obviously need some help integrating their backend system, and making it easier for the guidance office and other staff, to use and locate a students school history.
They lost his paperwork.
I'm flabbergasted!
You have no idea how many things I had to sign over the course of the summer, to keep him in school.
Mark is an at risk student.
I'm not ashamed to say that.
He gave up and started failing. He had to do summer school and get placed in an at risk program.
We had it all worked out, all his classes, he passed his classes over the summer, he was feeling good about going back to school.
He was determined to buckle down this year, had a goal.
This is a kid that messing up this kind of stuff on, could cause a slight setback.
I don't want that. I don't want him feeling like he can't do it, I know he can, he just has to try harder.
If I have to go up there and sign stuff, I will, I just need to know if that's what they need.
I can bring all the documents with me, if they need to photocopy the custody agreement again, I can bring it.
If they need his SS card and birth certificate, I can bring that again too. I just need to know what they need to fix this.
The guidance lady said they have him sitting in the office right now filling out his classes that he signed up for. Again.
We did that during the summer.
This is so frustrating.
And I can't just go to lab and wait for them to call, because labs are downtown, I have no car, and the school is only about 5 blocks from my house.
If I leave to go to lab, it would take me a min of 2 hours to get back to this side of town by bus.
I keep calling them to ask if they need me up there, and they said they don't know yet.
August 17, 2007
There is no greater sin than central air.
That's just a short version of a line from a movie, but it rings true.
I love AC. I have it set really low, so low, the teens are usually wrapped in a blanket.
But some of the meds I take increase my body temp, so I'm always hot.
I stepped outside to go to dinner this evening, and it was so humid and hot, I was so glad sis' auto air conditioning was working perfectly.
I got in, buckled up, and turned the little vents right on my face. Then set my side of her minivan AC unit, to like 69. She keeps the whole car at like 72, but lets me switch mine because she knows how hot I get.
Oh my gawd! This one time, I went on a date with this guy who came and picked me up. He had a really nice mustang, black, really pretty.
Anyway, as we're pulling out of my driveway, he tells me the AC doesn't work.
I'm thinking wtf, but I just smiled and said that's ok.
I didn't want to be rude ya know?
So anyway, no AC on a date, going all the way to freaking Tampa for a party, at the beginning of summer.
By the time we arrived, I was a mess.
I practically ran into the house, and begged for a drink, and asked if they had a fan.
I was dying!
I could barely breathe, my hair was a wreck, my make-up had run, and I was just sweating to death.
The woman having the party was like what the hell happened? Did he attack you or something? Kat! You look awful, calm down, take deep breaths!
Another one of our female friends came into the bathroom the girl brought me into with a huge fan in it, and this massive AC vent in the floor.
They were both worried he had attacked me before bringing me to the party.
I told them my "date" drove us from Sarasota to Tampa with no AC. Even with the windows down and going like 90 all the way there, it's nothing but hot ass fucking steam blowing on you.
This is Florida! You cannot go without AC in your cars here!
I mean you can, if you're a fucking sadist!
But for gods sake people, get your damn AC fixed if you're going on a first fucking date and driving for an hour!
Needless to say, that was our first and only date.
August 6, 2007
Jury awards $11.3M over defamatory Internet posts.
A Florida woman has been awarded $11.3 million in a defamation lawsuit against a Louisiana woman who posted messages on the Internet accusing her of being a "crook," a "con artist" and a "fraud."
The case reflected how blogs - short for web logs, the burgeoning, freewheeling Internet forums that give people the power to instantly disseminate messages worldwide - increasingly are being targeted by those who feel harmed by blog attacks. In the past two years, more than 50 lawsuits stemming from postings on blogs and website message boards have been filed across the nation. The suits have spawned a debate over how the "blogosphere" and its revolutionary impact on speech and publishing might change libel law.
August 5, 2007
UNO, Oh No!
My teens are gamers, they play on line games on the pc, they have a Playstation 2, and an Xbox360.
A few days ago, a friend on Xbox live, (Xbox is live play for many games. You can chat with other players, send messages, talk to team mates etc) invited the boys to play the Xbox version of the popular card game UNO.
We didn't have this game, but in the Xbox live marketplace, you can buy it for 400 points.
Points are purchased at the Xbox.com live site using a credit card, and then using your controller, you can shop the marketplace for games, expansion packs for games, and even movies to rent and watch.
The boys had about 800 points left from the last time I purchased points to rent a movie and buy some new maps for Gears of War, so I let them buy the UNO game and download it so they could play with their friends.
They played it most of the afternoon, had an absolute blast with it and their friends.
Some of the other gamers, (not their friends, just other on line players) had web cams, and were using their cams as their player avatars.
It was kinda cool, they could see who they were playing with.
We had all stayed up very late the other night, the teens playing GoW, LOTR BFME, Oblivion, and UNO.
It was very late, approximately 3:30 in the morning. None of us could sleep, so at least I had company during my bout of insomnia instead of sitting here in dead silence like I usually am.
They were playing UNO at this late hour, and 2 of the 4 players in the UNO match, had web cams. Every thing was going fine, laughing, chatting, playing the family fun card game.
Then it happened.
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April 18, 2007
Parenting beyond belief.
Agnostic Mom has asked that her readers help spread the word on the new book, Parenting Beyond Belief: On Raising Ethical, Caring Kids Without Religion
Several parenting magazines are declining to review the book for fear of offending religious subscribers, and a few retailers are declining to stock the book, claiming there is no market for it. It is essential that we demonstrate otherwise, so please put all promotional oars in the water as soon as possible.
"Oh, for the days when one could safely stroll into a bookstore without tripping over the latest atheist title."
Please, if you are an atheist who wants to help spread the word about this parenting book, please post it on your blog.
As a parent who has raised my sons without religion in this religion filled world, a book sure would have come in handy.
Help spread the word so other secular parents can learn about this book, and have it a bit easier than I did trying to raise them without indoctrination in an indoctrinated society.
From Amazon;
It’s hard enough to live a secular life in a religious world. And bringing up children without religious influence can be even more daunting. Despite the difficulties, a large and growing number of parents are choosing to raise their kids without religion.In Parenting Beyond Belief, Dale McGowan celebrates the freedom that comes with raising kids without formal indoctrination and advises parents on the most effective way to raise freethinking children. With advice from educators, doctors, psychologists, and philosophers as well as wisdom from everyday parents, the book offers tips and insights on a variety of topics, from "mixed marriages" to coping with death and loss, and from morality and ethics to dealing with holidays. Sensitive and timely, Parenting Beyond Belief features reflections from such freethinkers as Mark Twain, Richard Dawkins, Bertrand Russell, and wellness guru Dr. Don Ardell that will empower every parent to raise both caring and independent children without constraints.
Agnosticmom.com 
Parenting beyond belief 
Atheism
April 14, 2007
Unfreakingreal.
I'm so thrilled it's a convenience for all you healthy people to be able to piss without a problem.
Really I am.
That was probably the single most ignorant statement I've read in ages.
April 14, 2007
Handicapped bathrooms are so spacious.
I am legally disabled, and I rarely use the handicapped stall.
I always think someone in worse shape than me is going to come along in a wheelchair or other hard to maneuver disability, and need to get in there while I'm washing my hands and touching up my powder.
I have every right to be in there, just as much as any other disabled person, but I still don't because what if someone worse than me comes along?
A lot of local stores and malls, have taken notice of the fact that mothers, and fathers, need larger stalls when shopping with young children, and created the family bathroom.
Our local mall has 3 of these located at all of the public restroom locations inside the mall.
To the right is the men's room, the ladies room is to the left, and the family bathroom is in the middle with an extra wide door for double strollers.
The stalls are very large, much larger than the handicapped stall actually, and all of them are equipped with their own sinks and hand dryers, plus changing tables.
I just wanted to voice my opinion on this, if you're not handicapped, stay the fuck out of there.
You have no right to be in there. I don't care if you like how roomy it is with it's own sink and hand dryer, it's not there for you to use.
You're perfectly capable of using a regular stall, you just think you have a right to be in there. You don't.
You're taking up a needed stall for someone who has maneuvering problems, like myself.
I don't bend at the waist, I can't turn my upper body around in a small stall to try and flush, my whole body has to be able to turn around to do that. I can't reach my arms too far back to try and reach a toilet paper dispenser if it's placed back far on the wall, or the trash receptacle.
I actually need the room to do a simple basic function, like taking a piss.
But even I don't use a stall that I legally can, because someone else may need it more than I do.
So please, just think before you decide to use it simply because it's roomier, someone who really needs it, may have to wait for you to finish touching up your lipstick.
EDIT**
I received this comment,
I disagree. I think if you are in a bathroom and there is a line it is perfectly acceptable to use the handicapped stall if there is not handicapped person waiting.
March 16, 2007
Warning. FFA rotten punk post.
FFA stands for Future Felons of America, and was coined by Christine.
I just had a nasty run in with some punk ass little shits.
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February 22, 2007
He's what? Sick. Ugh.
The high school just called, Mark is sick and he will be on his way home if you say he can walk home.
Yes, send him home.
They said he had a temp of 100.9, was pale and clammy, lethargic, coughing, sneezing etc.
*sigh*
So he's on his way home.
I don't know why he didn't tell me was sick this morning, I was up.
He has been having to walk back and forth to school the last couple of days because sometime during school on Monday, someone slashed his bike tires.
I called the school and they said they can't have someone guarding the bike rack all day long.
Well excuse me, but this was a $200 bike that I now have to go have two tires replaced on so he can ride back and forth to school.
Last year, someone stole the seat off of his bike. So we ended up getting him a new bike for Christmas and now they did this.
This is b.s. I'm sick of stupid thugs ruining other peoples property at the school.
If you can't have someone watching the bike rack all day, fence it in like the elementary school does, and then padlock the gate.
When students needs to leave, send someone out to the gate with the key and let them get their bike and go home.
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I have a bunch of stuff to do today.
I need to go to the store, fix some of my categories on here, check my bank info so I can fix my paypal stuff, and a bunch of other daily house stuff, dishes, floors, bathroom etc.
I better get started huh?
Later days.
February 21, 2007
Do you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth?
I sometimes wonder if people really hear themselves when they are speaking to others.
I know I can be a bit on the snarky side sometimes. My facial expressions actually say more than I do, but I've noticed some people who may not even realize how they come across to others.
If two or more people, all get the same impression from the way you speak, can you possibly be wrong about the intent of what you just said?
It amazes me sometimes that people will say, 'oh I didn't mean it that way', but everyone who heard it, all got the same idea from them.
Just something that crossed my mind just now. I think of weird stuff like this a lot.
I'm not so sure people really hear the words that are coming out of their own mouths.
January 19, 2007
The quicker, fixer upper, not me.
I had a migraine most of today that made me cranky and tired.
Nothing at all got rid of it, so I spent most of the day laying down on the couch with the cats watching soaps.
I dozed in and out and then people called me and woke me back up.
I don't know why some people still think I can fix the problems they are having. If you didn't listen to me the first 3 times I told you how to solve the problem, why should I bother telling you again how to fix the problem?
The answer to the problem is so simple and you know it is yet you refuse to do it. Why? I can't tell. It baffles me why you would keep that person around when you know they are the root cause of all the issues.
But whatever. Keep calling me, I'll keep telling you the same thing over and over until you actually do it.
One of my goals this year, which I don't think I blogged about, was to keep drama out of my life as much as possible. This means, you can come to me as much as you like, but it's not going to bring me back in the circle of games again.
I'm done playing. I quit the game ages ago.
I made Bruschetta chicken for dinner, the boys totally scarfed that up. They love that stuff. You should make it.
I think I'm gonna hop around the web for a bit, look at stuff, maybe post again later. I'm super tired though. I still have remnants of that migraine lingering.
Later days.
January 19, 2007
Mind your manners.
One of the things a lot of people in the Southern-Fried Carnival talked about, was manners of people in the south.
Maybe other parts of the south people have manners, but they do not here, and it's not just the young people here who don't have any, it's the old people, the ones who should know better and actually demand respect.
Take for example the other day when the boys and I were walking to the grocery store.
We were on the sidewalk waking in a line, just the three of us. These two old ladies, ok older, mid to late 50's, maybe 60's, were behind us.
They sped up and were right on our heels huffing and puffing.
They were literally one pace behind Sebastian's steps.
They did not say excuse me so they could pass, oh no, they started to shove my son out of the way.
I grabbed him and pulled him out of their path, and they just kept going. No excuse me, no thank you for moving, no apology for shoving my son.
I yelled really loud after they had passed us but were just a few paces ahead of me; "Excuse you!"
They didn't flinch.
In the store, we are often shoved out of the way by grocery carts commandeered by oldies. They need that loaf of bread or gallon of milk. Now.
It always amazes me that people say manners are a thing of the past and it's the fault of young people today.
No it's not.
I have raised my sons to be polite, say please and thank you, hold doors open, let ladies go first, to say excuse me etc. It's the old people, the ones who know better, the ones who demand it, who have taken manners away.
They demand that people respect them and be polite to them.
You get what you put out.
If you're a disrespectful old codger with no manners, don't be shocked if people aren't being polite to you. You kind of deserve it.
My sons have held open doors for people, gotten them carts at the store, helped them get things off top shelves that their shortened old bodies can't reach, and not a one of them says thank you.
It baffles me.
Someone is being a genuinely nice human being and they can't even say thanks.
There's a reason the youth of today says screw you and gets on the bus before the old people, or doesn't say excuse me or thanks, it's because the people who demand that kind of respect and treatment, aren't giving it themselves.
They just think everyone owes them something simply because they are old.
I'm disabled myself, I have a right to sit in the front seats of the bus, use the motorized cart at the grocery store, park in the handicap spot. But I don't demand it. I don't think I'm entitled to be treated any differently than anyone else, but I do use my manners, I taught my sons manners, and it would be so nice if the old folks who demand it from us, could brush up on their manners themselves.
January 18, 2007
Blank.
The other day I told you about getting Dr. Manny's book, The Checklist, in the mail.
Today on Rachel Ray, Dr. Manny will be a guest, so be sure to check that out if you're curious what the Checklist is all about. I can't find him listed as a guest on that show of hers, so maybe it's one of her cooking shows?
I am about 2 chapters in and it is a fascinating book. I'm learning so much.
Wanna see what I get to see and hear all day today?
I have absolutely no idea what exactly they are doing, but they were on the street all day yesterday too.
They've already walked across my lawn, checked out the teens basketball hoop which is by my front door, looked in my windows as they were looking at the hoop, they've thrown stuff all over my lawn. Not like tools of their trade either. Coffee cups from 7-11, wrappers from food.
If they keep trashing my lawn and getting too close to my personal belongings and looking in my windows, I'm gonna take pics of everything they are doing and call the city.
At least I think it's the city I should call. I have no idea. I don't see a single city logo on any vehicle.
January 17, 2007
You probably all think I'm crazy.
And that something is wrong for me to have to deal with two lying situations in such a few days.
I feel crazy myself!
I feel like, what the hell is going on here? Do I have target written on me this week?
So anyway, for my own sanity, and to show y'all I'm not fucking crazy here, here's the envelope from Mark's school. Please note the postmark. I'm not nuts y'all. I'm not a liar either. She did not mail it to me on the 11th.
I left the name of the bitch on the envelope. Yes, her name is Beth Sheets and if she ever hangs up on me again, I'll rip her damn head off.
Warning, this opens to 1024 wide.
Ok, I have a gazillion emails to get to, need to get rid of this migraine too.
Later days.
January 17, 2007
There's a reason parents get pissed off.
My day has been kind of crappy.
Firstly, my neighbor owes me money and hasn't paid me yet she keeps asking me for things.
Not ok. Pay me what you owe me first and then we'll discuss any more loans.
I'd like my muffin and cake pans back too please.
Thanks.
As for the school.
I got a call this morning from the school counselor at Mark's school wondering why I haven't called her back to RSVP about a meeting she scheduled last week to discuss Mark's future.
This call was at about 10:30am.
I said what meeting. She then proceeded to tell me she mailed it out last week and that I obviously didn't care enough about my sons future to read the mail from the school.
What letter I asked.
She said she mailed me a letter on the 11th and she knows I received it and blah blah blah, started to get all huffy with me saying things like if I didn't want to be involved in my children's education, that I was doing them a huge disservice, and that Mark should have been doing so much better in school last year.
I said I know about last year, the school knows about last year, you all had a letter, every single teacher, and the principal, received a letter from me last January before I went in for surgery, explaining what was going to take place regarding my surgery. I even took full responsibility for them not excelling last year because of my surgery.
I just posted that last night telling all of you about their education and what happened.
She continued to berate me about it and kept asking if I was coming to the meeting. She didn't want to discuss anything with me, just wanted me to admit I got her letter and was blowing it off.
I kept telling her that I received no such letter and she kept insisting that I did, all the while her voice was steadily increasing in volume and tone.
Then she hung up on me.
I called her right back and told her off for hanging up on me and then told her to shove her meeting up her ass.
The mail came at 1pm today. Guess what was in it?
A letter from his school postmarked January 16th. Yesterday. The letter inside the envelope was written on the 11th, but the counselor never mailed it till yesterday.
Yeah, I blew off his education. Uh huh. Who was supposed to mail that letter out last week?
So I called her back and told her about that, and she got pissed off and called me a liar.
I have a damn good mind to go up to that school tomorrow with letter in hand, and shove it up her ass for calling me a liar.
What is it with people doing this kind of shit this week?
I called a different counselor and informed them of how I was treated on the phone and about the letter.
That counselor apologized, and is going to call me back to reschedule a meeting with her instead of queen psycho counselor.
I have no problem having meetings to talk about their future, but don't lay blame at my feet for not mailing stuff out on time.
Stupid people.
Then I laid on the couch and drifted in and out of consciousness thanks to the new pain meds.
Now I'm making oven fried chicken for diner and am probably just going to chill for the rest of the night.
Hopefully.
January 10, 2007
Oh, for serious now!
So I log in to that forum I spoke of yesterday where a friend of mine received a message about the bracelet fiasco.
I see the woman with the fake name has visited my profile yet again.
I log in to the other forum that she is a member of, where I met her basically, and see this shit;
What do you do if you deal with an individual that has their own little business. They are it... no one else... and you feel you have been given the shaft more for personal reasons than business ones?I am supposedly getting a refund for my time and trouble but I have a feeling it will get "lost in the mail" just like my merchandise did. I don't have a good relationship with this person.. well never did but we use to be at least civil and they do good work. I feel like I'm being lied to (they call me paranoid but wtf do they expect).
I don't want to trash this person... they do do good work... but I think others should be warned what could happen if they deal with them. How do I go about that w/o starting controversy and drama?
Well for starters, you could contact that person directly instead of going to a friend of theirs who knows absolutely nothing about the business at all.
This deals with me and my jewelry business. I mailed the bracelets out with delivery confirmation. The PO confirmed delivery. I have agreed to refund the price in full but you refused to contact me either on here, through email, or the other place that you sent my friend a message.
That was so wrong. You involved someone who knew nothing at all about my business, nothing at all about my business dealings with you.
It was in short, immature.
This issue has been ongoing for 2 months and you did not contact me in any way to tell me you did not receive them. I assumed you had because I had not heard from you for weeks. If you had contacted me, I could have told you the PO confirmed delivery and then started the refund process because you are unsatisfied.Hotbox me your paypal email address and I will refund the price of all 3 bracelets right now.
What was it? $50-$60?
Tell me what you paid and I will refund ASAP.
I cannot do anything else other than refund the money. The PO confirmed the delivery.
Am I in the wrong here? I sent her a message telling her I would refund her, she still hasn't contacted me. What the fuck else am I supposed to do to satisfy her at this point?
January 9, 2007
I'm taking a nap and there's nothing you can do about it.
I got all ready to go out which to me, means taking a shower and making sure my legs are hairless. Which I can tell you, they were not.
I think I was in there a full thirty minutes. Shaving my legs with all this titanium is still amazingly difficult to do. It's obviously time to write to all the razor makers. Again.
Freaking people piss me off man.
I log in to the forum I mod a section for, and there's a PM (private message) from Jimmy. Jimmy is a great friend of mine, known him for over a year now, good guy.
He's relaying a PM sent to him by this woman whom I would just like out of my life once and for all.
Instead of messaging me, she sent it to him. I'm thinking because the name she sent it to him under was the same name I had known was hers (forum log in user name) since the day it appeared on the forums, and she kept denying it was her in an attempt to fuck with my head.
Lame right? I know!
Anyway, about two months ago now, she returned some bracelets to me to repair. I repaired and attempted to send them back but my neighbor, whom I am still having issues with, somehow got them in her mail box and thought they were gifts. She thanked me profusely even though I kept telling her; "no, I need those, the mail man fucked up here, they belong to someone else."
So, I got them all back and re-mailed them priority USPS with delivery confirmation.
I check the Post Office website, they are confirmed delivered.
Weeks go by, actually, it's been a friking month, she decides to PM Jimmy about a 'business matter' that I need to take care of.
From the fake user name she set up. PM Jimmy who knows nothing about my business matters. Instead of me. A full month after I re-mailed them, priority mail in FLORIDA no less.
Now, I'm all about making things right, I will refund the money for the bracelets to end this nutty stuff that's going on.
This woman knows my email address, she can use the PM function on that forum to send me a message, she can also use the hotbox feature on the forum she mods, to send me a message. But no, she chose to involve a friend of mine in a business matter he knows absolutely nothing about because Jimmy and I, do not freaking discuss my business matters!
She is the reason I stopped using that other forum. I wanted to be there to play and have fun like I used to, but this woman made it freaking miserable for me to be there sending me nasty hotboxes daily, stalking me on the other forums I am part of, using fake names, being a general pain in the ass.
I want her gone out of my life.
I have a policy with my jewelry biz, that I do not do refunds but will do lifetime repairs on any of my work. In this case, I'm willing to do a full refund on three bracelets. Shipping included. Good bye, adios, good fucking riddance!
I have been dealing with her being a major bitch to me for almost 2 years, and now she's involving my friends in things they now nothing about because she's a psycho.
Legally, I don't have to do diddly squat because I have proof they were delivered to her, but because I know she will never fucking shut up, I'm going to refund the money.
I want her gone and done.
January 8, 2007
The last few hours have been interesting.
I got myself all riled up over several things, which I won't get into because then I'll just get myself all riled up again.
Ha!
I have a gazillion emails to reply to, and I will promise.
I've just been rather busy as you see...LOL
I have to go do some laundry now that it's stopped raining, and dishes. I can't do laundry when it rains because of the stupid septic tank.
That still is the same way it's always been, not working right.
Ok, off to take care of things and answer emails and such.
I can't believe it's only 7:30. It feels so much later than that. Ugh.
January 7, 2007
I should have napped all day.
I sat up playing Sims and then watched movies, did dishes and other cleaning, and now my back is twitching.
Stupid.
I had the whole house to myself, all quiet, and instead of getting much needed rest, I over did things and am paying for it.
Sometimes, I obviously don't think things through far enough.
Oh, did I tell you that sometime Friday night, our mailbox was the victim of the stupid little thuggers in the hood?
Yes, sadly it was knocked from it's post by a baseball bat or other such object.
Now I have to find a new piece of wood, get some long nails and screws, and stand inches away from traffic, to repair it.
It's most probably in retaliation for the events of Thursday afternoon when Sebastian and I were walking home from the store.
A group of them were riding their obviously stolen kids bicycles (these are teens, older than Mark, one was a girl, looked to be about 17, and many bikes have been reported stolen in the last few months. And very funny how all their bikes were spray painted black) in the middle of the road blocking traffic, refusing to move.
We were at our driveway when this occurred, so I asked them to move pointing to the line of traffic behind them.
The girl shot me a nasty look and called me a bitch.
I returned the compliment.
So I'm almost sure my mailbox took the brunt of the dumb girl's frustration.
Sarasota is a beautiful city and they keep doing things to make it more beautiful, but in doing so, they have taken away the skate parks, the teen clubs, they shoo them out of the malls, the arcades are gone.
There is nothing for teenagers to do but ride around on stolen bikes and cause problems.
The city needs to realize that all those pretty things are going to be destroyed by bored thug teens if they don't give them back some place to hang out and be kids at.
Yes, I know, the kids have the choice, free will, to not be thugs, but when the city systematically took all of their fun safe places to hang out at, what did they really think the outcome was going to be?
Did they think the kids would just stay home and not want to hang out places anymore?
The very places they took away from them to turn into an expensive, exclusive shops, or another adult club, are they very places these kids are defacing.
They spent money when they went to those places. These kids have money, and spent it on soda and food, cds, skateboards etc. Now they have no where to go so they are causing trouble.
They are bored. Give them back just one place and the problems will slow down.
That's my opinion anyway. I remember being a bored teen being shooed out of places and going to find something to do and 9 times out of 10, it was causing trouble.
Ok, I need to go stretch, maybe sleep. Who knows.
Later days.
January 4, 2007
I think it's gonna rain or something.
My back has been flaring up for a good majority of the day, with general stiffness. Sebastian and I went for a walk to Publix to grab some dinner because I just don't feel like exerting myself to make dinner, and now that we are back home, my back is twitching like a dying animal.
It's quite painful I tell ya.
We picked up some fried chicken and some Hawaiian rolls. Love those. So sweet and squishy little balls of bready goodness.
Other than that, things are going pretty good today. I have a bunch of emails to answer, please don't think I'm not responding, I will. It is just taking a bit of time to get back to all of you who read the private entries and offered support.
I truly appreciate all the kind words.
I know I turned really nasty on that last one but it was called for in my opinion.
It still angers me so much that because I am not blood with my sister, that I am looked at as not being her sister.
We grew up together. She was adopted at 3 years of age, and I was adopted at like 6 months or something.
We shared bedrooms and toys, went to the same schools and churches, same summer camps, we had the same last name.
We have been there for each other whenever we have needed one another, and help with taking care of each others kids.
Blood doesn't really mean anything to me because my family who took us in, wanted us, loved us and cared for us.
Family is what you make and love, not always what you were born into.
Our parents loved us and raised us well. We may not have always had the best of everything, but we had what we needed and that is far more important than "stuff."
No one criticizes my parents and family, no one.
I really may not have much in this world, no huge material possessions, no mass amount of money in the bank, but I have more than that. I have a great family that loves me, and I raise my kids to be respectful and honest.
If I had a ton of money, I would share it with my family who has always given to people in need even when they didn't have much themselves.
Money doesn't make you a good person, having stuff doesn't make you a good person. Being decent, loving and compassionate, kind and generous, makes you a good person.
I am happy with who I am and have no regrets about my life at all. I am not ashamed of anything I have ever done in my life.
I can hold my head high and sleep at night knowing I didn't purposely set out to hurt the very people I claim to love.
Ooops, I didn't mean to go on like that, it just came out.
Later days.
December 22, 2006
Glad I didn't want to pick up tomorrow.
We just got back from Publix where we picked up our food and I'm so glad I didn't request tomorrow as the pick up date.
The place was packed and they said they had over 300 orders to be picked up tomorrow.
It was nuts in there!
As we were waiting for our cab ride home, these young punks were harassing the Salvation Army bell ringer.
Asking him if he had any change, could they borrow some from the kettle. Throwing water bottles around and spraying it everywhere.
I turned to them and told them to get the hell outta there and quit being a bunch of useless thugs.
The bell ringer was obviously being pestered by them for awhile, he looked flustered and upset.
Stupid punks.
Just really glad to be home right now. It was just so busy in there and large crowds where people are pushing and being rude, get to me.
December 21, 2006
I'm definitely feeling better.
The boys and I went out this afternoon to pick up my script and go buy some more food stuffs for the house at Sweetbay.
They can change the name but it's still Kash n' Karry to me. Still icky smell when you walk in the door.
I only went there because I had to go to CVS to get my script and didn't feel like walking a mile back to Publix and then back home again.
I never buy any meats at Sweetbay. I just can't get over the smell in the store. It smells like death.
Also, the employees are not friendly. None of them ever say hello or offer to help find anything.
It's an odd store.
Tomorrow though I do have to go to Publix and pick up our holiday meal and cake.
No scratch for me, just reheat and relax.
Ok off to try and reply to emails. They backed up on me again.
Oops.
December 19, 2006
Door to door magazine sales.
I just got my first one of the season. I'm sure there'll be more.
They comes in waves like that.
The deal is they start off sweet talking you then roll into the pitch.
Trying to raise money for college, enter contests etc.
The scam is that you never get the magazines you ordered.
Pricey ones at that too.
They go door to door and hit parking lots as well.
The young guy admitted he has done it in walmarts parking lot.
He tried to bless me and then I cut him off mid-pitch.
No thanks, it's a scam. Have a nice day.
He left pissed off.
December 7, 2006
Time doesn't make you forget, but you can move past things.
Today I received a comment from someone I hadn't web spoken to in about a year or more.
It was a huge mess of deceit and scheming plots and just general dysfunction between two feuding women's message boards.
I was quite taken back to get that comment and responded in wonderment, why are you even bothering talking to me after all you and your acquaintances tried to put me through? What good could possibly come from this I wondered.
I sent a reply back full of feelings, what they had put me through, and I wasn't expecting another reply back but I did get one, and I replied back again.
Time didn't make me forget what had happened, but through communication and seeing that the both of us had been put through hell by one seriously demented woman, we realized we both had been duped, taken in by her and used, and her issues had absorbed everyone and caused all of us issues.
It feels good to finally have that small segment of my life resolved.
It took courage for her to come here and post that comment and open up the lines of communication again and I can respect that.
December 1, 2006
Lies, tell me lies.
Moved. I was angry when I posted this.
November 27, 2006
Nothing to see here.
Move along.
November 21, 2006
What's done is done.
Private entry is up.
November 21, 2006
Blah de fucky fuck.
I'm in one of those moods, maybe a psyche eval is a good thing. ;)
One of my biggest problems is my don't give a fuck attitude.
While I implement it 98% of the day, it's the other 2% that can send me on a tailspin into either rage or stress mode.
I'm halfway between rage and stress right now. I can feel it.
I'm going back and forth between shooting daggers and wanting to just run away.
I was thinking about what PMDoc said yesterday. "Most people with chronic pain on meds a long time go into depression. You seem fine, able to hold conversations, don't have the typical appearance and behavior of someone who is severely depressed. But I want to increase the strength of your meds because they are obviously not helping you like they should."
Um, won't that possibly cause me to go into depression? Is that the goal? Hrm.
He discussed other pain management options like nerve blocker shots. Said he didn't believe those would work for me.
Discussed that new surgical implant device. It's basically an internal tens unit. Didn't think that would work for me either.
So we'll just up the strength of your oral meds.
Yippee!
Not.
I'm so tired of medication. I'm tired of the loopy fog I get in sometimes. I'm tired of having to take meds with me everywhere I go to stay on schedule and not be hurting and have to take twice as much later to chase pain away.
I'm tired of having to ask stupid questions like I did yesterday.
Thursday through Sunday, the boys and I will be at my sisters house babysitting my nieces while they have a mini-vacation.
I had to ask my sister how close the nearest pharmacy is to her house because I have to get my meds on Friday and I'll be at her house. I can't get them early because of insurance restrictions. (gay)
Why do I have to do dumb shit like that? Why can't my body just heal miraculously and let me pain free?
Why does he think I'll be on meds the rest of my life?
Because I still have too much nerve damage he doesn't think will ever go away. The surgery corrected the spine and took away probably 75% of the pain, it's the remaining 25% that is still here and causing issues.
I knew going in that surgery wasn't going to be a cure all, but I had hoped that I'd be at at least tolerable pain. Something a few Tylenol could handle.
Nope. Not even close.
I tried that.
I went through a 100 count bottle of Tylenol in 1 day. What's that? Only supposed to take 8 in a 24 hour period? I know that but they weren't helping and that's when I called the doc crying and pleading for help.
And ya know what else? This is god damn Florida. Why the fuck was it 30 degrees last night and barely 50 this morning?
I need warmth dammit! This cold shit isn't helping the pain level at all. My arthritis is screaming.
Fuck! I'm 36 years old with god damn arthritis!
This is the shit that pisses me off. I'm not depressed. I'm angry.
Think the psyche person will want to deal with that shit? I hope whoever it is is used to hearing the word fuck cuz they're certainly gonna hear it from me.
I'm fucking angry about shit.
Really fucking angry.
November 20, 2006
I am completely stressed the fuck out.
Mark is sick still, Sebastian has become the cranky teen from hell, the kid next door, his mom may die, my mom has a tumor, I saw my new pain doc today and oh goodie! Looks like I'll be on meds the rest of my life and I get to have a psyche evaluation because people with chronic pain on medication for as many years as I have been, are thisclose to slitting their wrists. He says I appear to be fine, don't look the standard depressed or unable to hold a conversation like most severely depressed people.
Also, he's increasing the strength of my meds because it's obviously not working as well as they should.
His office staff is even more incompetent in person than they are on the phone. At least he knows what the hell he's doing or appears to know.
I also don't understand how people can be complete fucking morons.
Im not even gonna get into that one, it's so fucking ridiculous anyway.
November 20, 2006
Slightly psychotic.
I have a ton of shit going on. Ton.
I will attempt to elaborate when I get home.
Have to go to docs and then someplace else today as well.
Later days.
September 2, 2006
It's so hard to detect written sarcasm.
I wrote that entry last night about my leather sofa and wouldn't you know it? Some anonymous fucktard from San Francisco, has to chime in;
Are you kidding me? This is a stoopid leather sofa and your son is obviously needing some real mom attention. How ridiculous to demand that he buy you a replacement when he grows up. Maybe you should grow up and find out what the source of your son's anger is. He isn't right to gouge your sofa, but not only are you showing him that your sofa seems more important than his emotional chaos, but you also demonstrate an unhealthy attachment to the material things of this world as well as a selfishness I'm sure you don't intend to impart to him. I know how difficult being a single mom is, I am one. I've been just as angry and selfish, but I have come to realize the tender needs of emotional states that are often a baffaling introduction to homonal changes are the most important element in this scenario. Please be compassionate with your son and yourself. I know you can both clear this up with unconditional love and a lack of self-righteousness. The best of luck to you.
I was being sarcastic you turd.
I would never make my child buy me a new sofa when they grow up.
Geez.
Yes, I did make him sign an IOU before I even got the truth out of him. Why? Because I needed to get the truth out of him.
Making him feel a little guilt and a little remorse, the possibility of really being in trouble for it, helps Sebastian spill the beans.
You don't know my kids and you obviously don't know me.
And people wonder why I have slowed down in my blogging and taken a lot of things private. Anonymous assheads who think they know everything.
Sebastian is a unique child. He knows what he does is wrong, but he has trouble admitting when he does wrong. It is only when he is faced with consequences, will he confess and apologize for his deeds.
As far as me being a materialistic bitch and selfish, you are so far off the mark it's ridiculous.
I have next to nothing. I own nothing of any real value at all.
When I was down on my luck, I sold off everything that wasn't nailed down practically, to pay my bills and feed my children.
My cd collection? Gone. My DVD collection? Gone.
Most of my home furnishings? Gone.
I had yard sale after yard sale, ebayed like a mad woman, all to pay bills and provide for my family when I had to stop working.
This living room set? Yes, it means something to me.
It was they very first living room set I ever bought with my own money. Everything we had before it was hand me down furniture from friends, from the side of the road on trash days, from yard sales.
My house was a mismatched hodge podge of places to sit.
My entire house was full of pre-loved items.
Including my kitchen!
Just this past Christmas, I got matching sets of cookware and bake ware for the first time ever.
It means something to me, not because of the cost, but because I earned it. I did it on my own.
It didn't cost me a lot of money either, maybe $2,500 for the sofa, love seat, coffee table and two ends, from Rooms to go. But it was because I did it. I was finally able to have something that matched, something nice, for my family to sit on. Something I was proud of if people came by for a visit.
There's nothing wrong with being proud of an accomplishment after years of struggle and hard work.
That IOU? It was torn up and thrown away after he told the truth. It was a means to a confession.
Sebastian is loved and well taken care of.
His reasons for it are heartbreaking. It started while I was in the hospital. He is my boy, a mommas boy through and through. He hugs me at least 100 times a day, tells me he loves me. I do the same to him. He was hurting without me here. He was afraid something would go wrong and I would die while in the hospital. It was too much for him to take.
All of this came out after the confession. A long talk between us about that very hard time for him while I was gone and those first very hard weeks after I came home. He just kept picking at it out of boredom after awhile he said.
It was devastating to him to see me in so much pain and unable to care for myself. I was the rock of this family, I did everything, provided all, did all, and suddenly, I was unable to and the burden shifted to my sons and my sister for a few weeks.
I knew most of this, what he said, because Mark and I had a long talk about it one afternoon while Sebastian was off playing with friends.
Mark told me everything, how much Sebastian cried and worried.
He's a loving kid, but has a hard time expressing himself.
I was saving this part of the story for another post. I was hoping to do it today in a much nicer way but instead, I have to reply to some asshat thinking they know my family and me.
October 2, 2005
Hi pot! Meet kettle!
If you can say one thing to several people and not to the people whom it should be directed, you cannot then turn around and cry foul when your words come back and bite you in the ass.
That is being a hypocrite.
If you talk about someone behind their back and it gets back to them, really, who do you have to blame when that person finds out and acts upon that information?
Yourself and only yourself.
You can stand as high on any righteous mountain you so feel justified in standing on but the truth is, you got back what you put out.
You must learn to deal with the consequences of your own big mouth.
EDIT* I so love conversational terrorism man.
I really do.
I love how people can play that game and call themselves "good".
I am finding myself again and with it, I am finding how much I despise people like this.
Can you act like a child a bit more? God I hope so cuz it's truly funny to watch you try and belittle me again and I'm not playing your game this time.
Hahahaha!
June 4, 2005
Late to bed, early to rise.
The boys slept over next door last night and are still there but I always get up early just in case they come back early in the morning.
They had so much fun last night playing outside which is good cuz all the rain has kept them inside and I was going a little cross eyed from all the video games.
Have some projects to do today, need to get to Michaels as I never made it there yesterday and I need 2 small things to complete some projects I have and then if my supply orders show up, I can complete my other 2 orders and get those all out on Monday. That would be really great because I want to make something really cool and have a contest of sorts with it.
Last night was kinda crazy around here for me. I wanted to just chill and catch up with people but the phone kept ringing and then when I was heavy into a conversation, the phone battery died. Ugh. That's the second time this week. Time for a new battery but hey, at least this phones batteries are cheaper than the last cordless phone I had. Those were like $20-$30 bucks each. This one I can get from marketplace sellers for about $5 bucks so I'm quite happy about that.
And then there's all kinds of stupid people that I have to deal with cuz some peoples lives are not full enough unless they have some web drama in them.
What is the point of having any type of argument on line?
You don't know these people really at all, you will probably never meet them because they are all talk and no action and would never have the balls to say that shit to your face or by phone.
Me, I say exactly what I think when I think it and to who it's intended for and yeah, I've even had the balls to say it over the phone to one woman whom I had a disagreement with.
But the situation with her was different in the fact that we had the issue, talked about the issue and set aside our differences like adults do. Then when we spoke on the phone, we really talked about it all and realized how stupid both of us had been during all of that and ended up laughing and became friends.
I have zero respect for people who keep bringing up old crap, get themselves involved in things they have no real clue about and think it's so cool to talk all big out of their ass because hey, so and so said I should.
Follower much?
There comes a time when you need to sit back and look at the whole picture and not just your little corner of it and try to look ahead at what will/can happen if you keep that kind of shit up. How do you look forward? Look at the past history of the ones who think what they are doing is cool. Look how long they are dragging an issue out instead of letting it go like adults do. This isn't high school here folks. You should be grown up by now and able to think for yourselves and really look at what has been said in the very recent past and learn from it. You aren't learning. You keep doing the same shit because they claim to be your friends.
At least I'm honest with ya when I say I don't like you. I don't back peddle at all and kiss your ass because I need you for my silly web vendetta.
So write what you want, think it's fun, cool or what have you. I'm not playing any of you gals silly games as much as you'd like to drag me into it. You did that to me once and I learned from it exactly what type of people I was dealing with and moved on.
Move on. Life is far too short to argue over the internet with people you have never even met.
Later days.
June 3, 2005
Hush
I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious. Things like.... Fuck yourself, kill yourself, you piece of shit. People tell me what to say, what to think, and what to play. I say..."Go fuck yourself, you piece of shit. Why don't you go kill yourself? Just kidding.
Nothing like a little TOOL to sum it all up quite nicely.
May 19, 2005
Note to the dog mother:
Grow up.
Stand up for what you say.
Have the courage of your words and leave your comments open.
If you can say it in defense of yourself, have the courage to let others defend themselves against your hatred and vile tongue.
Pussy ass bitch.
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