One of these days I will come back and do a better blog. My past couple weeks have sucked/made me pretty down. It's homecoming weekend. I'm dreading running into my ex. My boyfriend is being a jerk about it. My dog keeps getting out and is going to get me evicted and the more it happens the more likely it is I will have to find a large dog rescue to take him because I cannot live in a cardboard box and take care of us both and expect to be able to keep my job (you know, smelling like a dirty bum from living in said box).
Key points I should come back to though:
I've had multiple people try to (and some succeed) steal from my store.
I went out with my boyfriend and had a meth addict pull a knife on me.
My once upon a time college is having homecoming this weekend so I shall see my long lost sister.
My boyfriend is mad my ex will be in town and is suppose to bring me things that have been at his mother's.
I got invited to a Colts game on the 10th and I'm really excited because I've never been to an NFL game.
I think that covers most of it...Oh, except for Dad's tomatoes and a possible farming adventure next spring..that is my favorite story I shall have to tell at a later date.....
Til then Au Revoir
perhaps we'll explore my limited abilities and make this my own personal never ending exhibit...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
...allllll the live long day....
So, I was off Sunday and decided to go looking for my poor missing puppy Mr. Burly. I walked up and down the railroad tracks around where some woman told me she thought she had seen him for HOURS. I was so exhausted and dehydrated by the time I made it back to a gas station to get a drink that I couldn't even think properly on how to get a hold of my sister to come get me. I felt like I'd spent the day working on the railroad. Got some funny looks from people who actually did too. And to no avail. My poor little man is still not home. It breaks my heart again every time I think about it. It's made it rather hard to focus on anything else lately.
Like, I should be focusing on my car that the transmission has quit working in. I now have no transportation and have to bum rides. I feel like a low life. I don't even have money saved so that I could buy a newish car....or means to get around to go shopping for one.
On top of all this, Friday was the day Mark went missing and then I had to stop looking for him so I could go to work. I posted an ad for missing poochy on craigslist and an hour or so later this woman calls to tell me "Oh, I'm positive I saw your dog. He was in the middle of the road and almost got hit by a semi but I didn't stop to pick him up." Thanks hooker, you will be the last person known to have seen my dog while I was stuck at work. I keep going into the shelter with his leash saying his collar matched THIS and he had on his black harness have you seen him? And all they can respond is "You look pretty optimistic." Thanks doucher, I just want my dog back. Not your UNinsightful comments. I'm still carrying his leash in my purse :(
Anyway, now that I've got that little off topic rant through with I can get back to the "on top of all this."
So, I'm at work Thursday night and this shit kicker little brat comes and starts ransacking my kiosk.. Not really, but sort of. This boy walks up with his girlfriend and some other kid with a speech impediment that hardly will talk to me. So Shit Kicker is asking me about all these teams and if I have them because you see, I sell sports lanyards and other licensed novelties. I show him my Florida Gators key chains and the Texas Longhorns bracelets. Well, his pals spread out around my kiosk making it a pain to watch all of them. Speech Impediment gets in between me and Shit Kicker while I keep telling Shit Kicker he doesn't have to slide all my bracelets off the pillar they are on because they have like a little sports ball shaped toggle. He keeps sliding away. Well, I didn't notice right away that he had in fact slid 2 bracelets off my pillar and not just one. AND at some point he pocketed the matching Texas lanyard and the Gators one. I continue trying to watch all the miscreants and be nice and polite and sell to them. My boss is of course in the store and I can see him keep eyeing them because he and the man in the store were quite suspicious of them. Well don't you know it, they round my kiosk one last time, stop on the other side from where they were fondling everything and Shit Kicker announces loudly "Let's go to Sears so I can shit," and off they go. Then comes the fun part of me having to go around my kiosk putting everything back in order. And then I notice it. The one and only football leather Texas Longhorn bracelet I had is missing. And look at that, I have a loose tag floating around on my counter. Lets just go have a look in my extra stock and at the numbers in my computer. Dumb little 17 year old doucher! I only had one bracelet in stock and I'm short the Texas lanyard. I was so angry I didn't even think to check the Florida lanyards for a count. I of course think boss is dealing with a customer and don't want to interrupt but I had waited long enough for Helpful Guy to leave. Upon entering the store I gather that they are in fact discussing shoplifters and ask "Are we talking about shrink because we just had a bracelet walk away?" Oh dear Boss Man, he looks at Helpful and they bother concur that they thought that was what was happening. YAY, the fun part. I get left in charge of both stores as Boss Man and Helpful Guy bustle off to Sears in search of Shit Kicker and the posse. They don't find them but they do run into one of the Sears LPs(Loss Prevention). LP1 calls up LP2 to let him know there are some lifters hanging around and were thought to be in their store. Well how's this for a fun evening? LP2 is in the loo and in the stall next to him hears some boys going on about 'Dude look at all this shit I just stole.' Oh dumb, dumb 17 year old Shit Kicker, I've got you NOW my pretty!!!!(Evil cackle) Well, posse hasn't been caught stealing anything in Sears so they can't do anything to them, but LP2 proceeds to follow posse through the mall and to the food court. Along the way posse stops in American Eagle where LP2 watches as they pull tags off bracelets and presumably pocket them. It's not his store though so he can't do anything about it. Ohhhh, off to the food court. At this point mall security has been called and is waiting in the food court. So, Mr. Security gives our store a call and tells Boss Man he needs me in the food court to identify Shit Kicker and the stolen goods. Well, Boss Man informs me and as I head out the door he says "It's okay to run if you feel the need." Oh do I feel rude running past people trying to have a leisurely time in the mall, so I half speed walk half run until I am nearing the food court. At which point I feel that I need to slow my blood down just a tad because I would like to rip Shit Kicker's head off and scream into the hole so that I know his peanut brain has heard how offended and angry he has made me. Rounding the corner at Bath & Body Works here comes posse straight at me. I haven't had quite enough time to compose myself so I stop dead, like a deer in headlights. He's about 5 feet from me. It's a DAMN good thing. I would have decked him if he was in reach. I finally find my voice only to say "Excuse me, that's MY bracelet." Thank my lucky stars that I've quickly glanced behind posse to see Mr. Security, LP1 and LP2, AND Helpful Guy. It's an exhilarating feeling to have that many people on your side :) but if they HADN'T been there I definitely would have been in attack mode and may have killed the brat as I notice he not only has on MY unpaid for bracelet but has also got that matching lanyard hanging from his pocket. Shit Kicker wanted to argue with me "What are you talking about this is mine," until Mr. Security and the Good Guys showed up behind him and asked me if this was in fact who I believed to have my merchandise. To which I looked at Mr. Security and told him that was MY bracelet Shit kicker was wearing. I was too jittery to even start on the lanyard or the fact that he did NOT have a hat when he was at my kiosk. So we parade the posse through the mall from the food court all the way back to my kiosk. People from the other stores started coming out to see what was going on. Boy did I feel victorious. Thought he was a sneaky little bastard, show him how wrong he is! Anyway, the posse and the Good Guys make it back down to the kiosk (on our way being joined by an officer) and Boss Man says "Yes, I want to prosecute!" and Officer proceeds to tell Shit Kicker he better cooperate so things go easy. Well, Shit Kicker doesn't cooperate and Officer has to pull everything out of Shit Kicker's pockets for him. Any guesses what happened next? That's right, Officer pulls out MY Gators lanyard. AND a jumble of leather bracelets. Most of those came from American Eagle. Nearly $120 worth! But then there were a few left over that weren't from American Eagle, turns out he made a stop at Holister before he got to my store. He had a few leather bracelets from there as well, maybe $40 worth. Don't you know I was one angry little lady! Goodness, this is a long winded story... even Mr. Security couldn't get over all the details... Well, anyway everything Shit Kicker took from me ended up totalling $33.01, that was all I got questioned about. Oh and whether or not I physically witnessed him pocketing the stuff, which I didn't but I had the tag he left on the counter and the computer inventory and I SAW him wearing my things in place of the Purdue lanyard and NO bracelet he had before so that was good enough. It did turn out that LP2 watched him buy the hat he didn't have before he stole from me though so he was good there. It was quite the end to my work day as it consumed the last 2 and 1/2 hours of my Thursday work night. Unfortunately, when one makes a citizen's arrest they expect said citizen to show up in court against little doucher Shit Kickers. Thank goonies his little girlfriend didn't get caught with anything! She looked pretty miserable through the whole process and as they cuffed doucher and took him to the juvenile center.
Bitsy, I hope you enjoy....
ALSO :) During my lengthy tirade I got THE BEST phone call ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BABY IS FOUND! OH Marky Mark how I can't wait to get you home!!!!!
Also, to my silly boy, Happy Birthday<3
Like, I should be focusing on my car that the transmission has quit working in. I now have no transportation and have to bum rides. I feel like a low life. I don't even have money saved so that I could buy a newish car....or means to get around to go shopping for one.
On top of all this, Friday was the day Mark went missing and then I had to stop looking for him so I could go to work. I posted an ad for missing poochy on craigslist and an hour or so later this woman calls to tell me "Oh, I'm positive I saw your dog. He was in the middle of the road and almost got hit by a semi but I didn't stop to pick him up." Thanks hooker, you will be the last person known to have seen my dog while I was stuck at work. I keep going into the shelter with his leash saying his collar matched THIS and he had on his black harness have you seen him? And all they can respond is "You look pretty optimistic." Thanks doucher, I just want my dog back. Not your UNinsightful comments. I'm still carrying his leash in my purse :(
Anyway, now that I've got that little off topic rant through with I can get back to the "on top of all this."
So, I'm at work Thursday night and this shit kicker little brat comes and starts ransacking my kiosk.. Not really, but sort of. This boy walks up with his girlfriend and some other kid with a speech impediment that hardly will talk to me. So Shit Kicker is asking me about all these teams and if I have them because you see, I sell sports lanyards and other licensed novelties. I show him my Florida Gators key chains and the Texas Longhorns bracelets. Well, his pals spread out around my kiosk making it a pain to watch all of them. Speech Impediment gets in between me and Shit Kicker while I keep telling Shit Kicker he doesn't have to slide all my bracelets off the pillar they are on because they have like a little sports ball shaped toggle. He keeps sliding away. Well, I didn't notice right away that he had in fact slid 2 bracelets off my pillar and not just one. AND at some point he pocketed the matching Texas lanyard and the Gators one. I continue trying to watch all the miscreants and be nice and polite and sell to them. My boss is of course in the store and I can see him keep eyeing them because he and the man in the store were quite suspicious of them. Well don't you know it, they round my kiosk one last time, stop on the other side from where they were fondling everything and Shit Kicker announces loudly "Let's go to Sears so I can shit," and off they go. Then comes the fun part of me having to go around my kiosk putting everything back in order. And then I notice it. The one and only football leather Texas Longhorn bracelet I had is missing. And look at that, I have a loose tag floating around on my counter. Lets just go have a look in my extra stock and at the numbers in my computer. Dumb little 17 year old doucher! I only had one bracelet in stock and I'm short the Texas lanyard. I was so angry I didn't even think to check the Florida lanyards for a count. I of course think boss is dealing with a customer and don't want to interrupt but I had waited long enough for Helpful Guy to leave. Upon entering the store I gather that they are in fact discussing shoplifters and ask "Are we talking about shrink because we just had a bracelet walk away?" Oh dear Boss Man, he looks at Helpful and they bother concur that they thought that was what was happening. YAY, the fun part. I get left in charge of both stores as Boss Man and Helpful Guy bustle off to Sears in search of Shit Kicker and the posse. They don't find them but they do run into one of the Sears LPs(Loss Prevention). LP1 calls up LP2 to let him know there are some lifters hanging around and were thought to be in their store. Well how's this for a fun evening? LP2 is in the loo and in the stall next to him hears some boys going on about 'Dude look at all this shit I just stole.' Oh dumb, dumb 17 year old Shit Kicker, I've got you NOW my pretty!!!!(Evil cackle) Well, posse hasn't been caught stealing anything in Sears so they can't do anything to them, but LP2 proceeds to follow posse through the mall and to the food court. Along the way posse stops in American Eagle where LP2 watches as they pull tags off bracelets and presumably pocket them. It's not his store though so he can't do anything about it. Ohhhh, off to the food court. At this point mall security has been called and is waiting in the food court. So, Mr. Security gives our store a call and tells Boss Man he needs me in the food court to identify Shit Kicker and the stolen goods. Well, Boss Man informs me and as I head out the door he says "It's okay to run if you feel the need." Oh do I feel rude running past people trying to have a leisurely time in the mall, so I half speed walk half run until I am nearing the food court. At which point I feel that I need to slow my blood down just a tad because I would like to rip Shit Kicker's head off and scream into the hole so that I know his peanut brain has heard how offended and angry he has made me. Rounding the corner at Bath & Body Works here comes posse straight at me. I haven't had quite enough time to compose myself so I stop dead, like a deer in headlights. He's about 5 feet from me. It's a DAMN good thing. I would have decked him if he was in reach. I finally find my voice only to say "Excuse me, that's MY bracelet." Thank my lucky stars that I've quickly glanced behind posse to see Mr. Security, LP1 and LP2, AND Helpful Guy. It's an exhilarating feeling to have that many people on your side :) but if they HADN'T been there I definitely would have been in attack mode and may have killed the brat as I notice he not only has on MY unpaid for bracelet but has also got that matching lanyard hanging from his pocket. Shit Kicker wanted to argue with me "What are you talking about this is mine," until Mr. Security and the Good Guys showed up behind him and asked me if this was in fact who I believed to have my merchandise. To which I looked at Mr. Security and told him that was MY bracelet Shit kicker was wearing. I was too jittery to even start on the lanyard or the fact that he did NOT have a hat when he was at my kiosk. So we parade the posse through the mall from the food court all the way back to my kiosk. People from the other stores started coming out to see what was going on. Boy did I feel victorious. Thought he was a sneaky little bastard, show him how wrong he is! Anyway, the posse and the Good Guys make it back down to the kiosk (on our way being joined by an officer) and Boss Man says "Yes, I want to prosecute!" and Officer proceeds to tell Shit Kicker he better cooperate so things go easy. Well, Shit Kicker doesn't cooperate and Officer has to pull everything out of Shit Kicker's pockets for him. Any guesses what happened next? That's right, Officer pulls out MY Gators lanyard. AND a jumble of leather bracelets. Most of those came from American Eagle. Nearly $120 worth! But then there were a few left over that weren't from American Eagle, turns out he made a stop at Holister before he got to my store. He had a few leather bracelets from there as well, maybe $40 worth. Don't you know I was one angry little lady! Goodness, this is a long winded story... even Mr. Security couldn't get over all the details... Well, anyway everything Shit Kicker took from me ended up totalling $33.01, that was all I got questioned about. Oh and whether or not I physically witnessed him pocketing the stuff, which I didn't but I had the tag he left on the counter and the computer inventory and I SAW him wearing my things in place of the Purdue lanyard and NO bracelet he had before so that was good enough. It did turn out that LP2 watched him buy the hat he didn't have before he stole from me though so he was good there. It was quite the end to my work day as it consumed the last 2 and 1/2 hours of my Thursday work night. Unfortunately, when one makes a citizen's arrest they expect said citizen to show up in court against little doucher Shit Kickers. Thank goonies his little girlfriend didn't get caught with anything! She looked pretty miserable through the whole process and as they cuffed doucher and took him to the juvenile center.
Bitsy, I hope you enjoy....
ALSO :) During my lengthy tirade I got THE BEST phone call ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BABY IS FOUND! OH Marky Mark how I can't wait to get you home!!!!!
Also, to my silly boy, Happy Birthday<3
Friday, September 17, 2010
End already!
This week SO needs to just be over. Too many crap things keep happening and I don't even want to vent about them because I want so badly to ignore them even happening.
I made a citizen's arrest last night at work.
My dog won't stay in his pen and is now lost...presumably over a mile from my home according to a woman who is nearly positive it was him she saw on her way to work.
My car is a lemon and needs a new transmission which I can't afford to replace.
I don't have birthday gifts for the boy and his birthday is Tuesday...crossing my fingers I can just take him out to October fest and do something small and it will make him happy.....
I just want things to go back to lookin up. I'm not even feeling motivated to work on my painting today. Although last night before the dog was missing and I found out about my transmission I did enjoy a nice little work session:
I made a citizen's arrest last night at work.
My dog won't stay in his pen and is now lost...presumably over a mile from my home according to a woman who is nearly positive it was him she saw on her way to work.
My car is a lemon and needs a new transmission which I can't afford to replace.
I don't have birthday gifts for the boy and his birthday is Tuesday...crossing my fingers I can just take him out to October fest and do something small and it will make him happy.....
I just want things to go back to lookin up. I'm not even feeling motivated to work on my painting today. Although last night before the dog was missing and I found out about my transmission I did enjoy a nice little work session:
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Yay fresh new stuff to do!
I woke up this morning, unable to fall back asleep, and decided it would be an excellent time to paint! Woooo! It's been ages. And terribly depressing. So, my personal favorite is to watch my works as they progress. This time I can share :)
It's so exciting to me to be painting again, even if it's retarded simple unimpressive child's play <3
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Oh how I want to be at home working on fun things rather than standing it this boring mall! Maybe I shall contact my friend and really go speak to her students as a visiting artist :)
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Oh how I want to be at home working on fun things rather than standing it this boring mall! Maybe I shall contact my friend and really go speak to her students as a visiting artist :)
Saturday, September 11, 2010
my friend has no name.
This young man woul love your help. You see, he was brought to me by a silly boy...who definitely needed one heck of a good peace offering when he showed up at my apartment last Saturday night. This loverly guy was my peace offering. I've still be reluctant to accept (and therefore name the beast) seeing as I have not yet forgiven silly boy. But it has been a week so I feel a name is becoming necessary so he doesn't have an identity crisis and feel like he is not part of my little strange family.Some of my thoughts:
Gregory
Newton
Sweet Ting
..some other one I can't think of....
Anyway, the point is I need ideas.
Our customers, Smartest in the land of smart.
Thoughts of the day :
Discussing a customer who bought a banner and the team won a recent championship in which the new year needed to be embroidered on the banner. She was sent an email with the necessary file for the machine they use and she emailed back a reply of "This looks nothing like I thought it was suppose to, there are no numbers. Isn't it supposed to look like the other numbers on the banner?" and to this my response:
She's probably going to print off the file, go into the [embroidery shop] and tell them "Well, I don't think he was right but to bring this in here and you would know what to do with it. I'm pretty sure he was wrong though."
OH, the joys of working retail!
Besides this incident, yesterday there was a phone call. Mind you, we sell licensed sports merchandise (novelties, souvenirs) and we are listed in the phone books under Sports Cards and Memorabilia; so this man calls and asks what our hours are and where we are located. Trying to save the headache and shorten the phone call the owner replies "Sir I'm sorry, that's a misprint we don't buy or sell any cards or other memorabilia and furthermore no place in [this town] does." Well, this man thinks my boss is funny, says "You're just jokin with me right?" Ohhhh the way this plays out..."No, sir, I'm trying to shorten this conversation for the customer standing in front of me. No business in [this town], including myself, buys sports collector stuff. I wouldn't pretend I didn't if I did." "Oh, well there's really no place around here that does?" "NO SIR. I've been selling sports novelties for 4 years here. NO ONE does card collections. I need to end this conversation. I have customers in my store." "Oh, well I guess I'll look someplace else."
How do people not understand "no"?
If only I cared so much as to remember all the dumb happenings I see..... Maybe I shall start trying to remember them...Or just do live store updates....
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Yup, this is his wonderful money clip, complete with license, credit cards and cash.
Discussing a customer who bought a banner and the team won a recent championship in which the new year needed to be embroidered on the banner. She was sent an email with the necessary file for the machine they use and she emailed back a reply of "This looks nothing like I thought it was suppose to, there are no numbers. Isn't it supposed to look like the other numbers on the banner?" and to this my response:
She's probably going to print off the file, go into the [embroidery shop] and tell them "Well, I don't think he was right but to bring this in here and you would know what to do with it. I'm pretty sure he was wrong though."
OH, the joys of working retail!
Besides this incident, yesterday there was a phone call. Mind you, we sell licensed sports merchandise (novelties, souvenirs) and we are listed in the phone books under Sports Cards and Memorabilia; so this man calls and asks what our hours are and where we are located. Trying to save the headache and shorten the phone call the owner replies "Sir I'm sorry, that's a misprint we don't buy or sell any cards or other memorabilia and furthermore no place in [this town] does." Well, this man thinks my boss is funny, says "You're just jokin with me right?" Ohhhh the way this plays out..."No, sir, I'm trying to shorten this conversation for the customer standing in front of me. No business in [this town], including myself, buys sports collector stuff. I wouldn't pretend I didn't if I did." "Oh, well there's really no place around here that does?" "NO SIR. I've been selling sports novelties for 4 years here. NO ONE does card collections. I need to end this conversation. I have customers in my store." "Oh, well I guess I'll look someplace else."
How do people not understand "no"?
If only I cared so much as to remember all the dumb happenings I see..... Maybe I shall start trying to remember them...Or just do live store updates....
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I just can't get enough today! This guy comes in, he's looking at a wallet. Turns to us and says "It's too bad I went ghetto with my money clip." Thinking oh a money clip isn't so bad, I reply " well, you could be using a rubberband." To which his wife joins the conversation to tell me how wrong I am and that his "clip" is just as bad for he took it from the office supplies, meanwhile he's pulling it out to show me exactly what they are talking about......
Yup, this is his wonderful money clip, complete with license, credit cards and cash.Lucky me, I still have 3 hours to go.....come on something else to make the top of the list for the day!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
My arm is gonna fall OFF!
So, I've been saying this for days. Monday night after work it really felt like it was going to fall right off though. My conclusion, I will never be friends with light poles.
It is finally no longer all red. It is however still quite swollen and it does hurt to bend my first two fingers. And my lovely co-worker informed me today how it appears that I have herpes of the arm. Needless to say he is incredibly irritating and childish on all accounts. The other day (painfully slow day) sales were down and he told me it was my fault, that I needed to "Go home and put your slutty clothes on." He doesn't seem to realize how much trouble he could get in or he could get someone else's business in for sexual harassment. AND that I could easily find ways of using his own words and actions to get him fired.
Besides all that I have nothing interesting to contribute today..while I hangout painfully bored at work on yet another slow day since school has started back up. I did however discover a new LOVE interest....no, not another stupid useless boy, FOOD! More specifically tapenade. Layer it on some herb goat cheese on homemade bread, OHHHHHHHHHH so good.
Well. I guess there is one thing. I've decided I would like to start making dolls. Of course this new desire is all the fault of dear Bitsy. Therefore, she will be REQUIRED to aid me in the process! Lucky tiny dancer ;) It will be ALMOST like Coraline, minus creepy dolls that look strikingly like people with button eyes...they will have pretty little sparkley eyes! YAY!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
i..aye..eye
i! I want a LoopyBoopy doll. They are so cute and sad and lovely. I need to figure out something to name this random cat that silly brought home saturday night. I would like to find a different (bigger) apartment to move to, soon would be nice. I GOT A RAISE YESTERDAY. (That's the most exciting. Everything else is just a rant.)
Aye!! I hate boys. One in particular. That I can't stay away from. Even though I've done very well to cut him out of things. The more I do, he plays dirty trying to convince me not to. He should learn that he's always picked the nasty, trashy, mean spirited people over the one who would have given him everything and given up anything to be with him and make him happy. It's just not going to happen ever again. Yes, it sucks thinking about the happily ever after that has been cancelled. But I DIDN'T DO IT! YOU DID!!
Eye! I do not want to come see you! You make me feel bad about myself, you treat me like I'm not really a part of your family and I'm beneath you. You ask me for things and expect things and then turn around and talk crap about me to your "real" family. Well, I will not come see you when you're done with everyone else you deem more important than me. I will not let you treat me like an awful person because YOU "take care of our brother and father" and I don't ever do anything to contribute. FUCK YOU. I do just as much as you. WITHOUT the recognition and shoving it in you OR anyone else's face. One day I will leave and you will be sorry for all the times you have treated me like I am not family, because when I leave I will no longer acknowledge you as family.
One day I would like to be far far away where the biggest problems I have to worry about are my animals and what I'm going to eat. Where I don't have to acknowledge the past and can live happily with just a few people who matter doing things that I enjoy on a regular basis. This place is a horrible place to live unless you like drama and that's the only way you thrive. It offers nothing but disgusting fatty frozen chain foods, dirty hobos and stuck up children of doctors and lawyers. I want no part of it anymore!
I just want my colors. And creativity. And inspiration. I don't even want the unrealistic goal of being happy all the time. Just part of the time. Even complacency would be inviting after this place. No constant stress and tension. More time to myself concocting spaghetti sauce or painting or playing a mindless video game (UP, for wii :) ) is DEFINITELY in oder. SOON. Or I shall lose my mind...maybe I will read Alice In Wonderland....or The Radix.....
Aye!! I hate boys. One in particular. That I can't stay away from. Even though I've done very well to cut him out of things. The more I do, he plays dirty trying to convince me not to. He should learn that he's always picked the nasty, trashy, mean spirited people over the one who would have given him everything and given up anything to be with him and make him happy. It's just not going to happen ever again. Yes, it sucks thinking about the happily ever after that has been cancelled. But I DIDN'T DO IT! YOU DID!!
Eye! I do not want to come see you! You make me feel bad about myself, you treat me like I'm not really a part of your family and I'm beneath you. You ask me for things and expect things and then turn around and talk crap about me to your "real" family. Well, I will not come see you when you're done with everyone else you deem more important than me. I will not let you treat me like an awful person because YOU "take care of our brother and father" and I don't ever do anything to contribute. FUCK YOU. I do just as much as you. WITHOUT the recognition and shoving it in you OR anyone else's face. One day I will leave and you will be sorry for all the times you have treated me like I am not family, because when I leave I will no longer acknowledge you as family.
One day I would like to be far far away where the biggest problems I have to worry about are my animals and what I'm going to eat. Where I don't have to acknowledge the past and can live happily with just a few people who matter doing things that I enjoy on a regular basis. This place is a horrible place to live unless you like drama and that's the only way you thrive. It offers nothing but disgusting fatty frozen chain foods, dirty hobos and stuck up children of doctors and lawyers. I want no part of it anymore!
I just want my colors. And creativity. And inspiration. I don't even want the unrealistic goal of being happy all the time. Just part of the time. Even complacency would be inviting after this place. No constant stress and tension. More time to myself concocting spaghetti sauce or painting or playing a mindless video game (UP, for wii :) ) is DEFINITELY in oder. SOON. Or I shall lose my mind...maybe I will read Alice In Wonderland....or The Radix.....
Monday, September 6, 2010
Wonderful Weekend :)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh YAYness!!
I made spaghetti sauce from scratch using tomatoes and peppers fresh from Dad's garden and it actually turned out better than just edible! I'm still excited about it. And I haven't even gotten actually eat any yet.
And I RAN. More than a 1/4 of a mile. First time in like a year. Which also meant that I got to spend some quality time with Twin. And cheese dip and salsa and goofy Mexican waiters. Oh the good times spent at Real Hacienda!
The day before was just as good, of course there was a minor blip. Thanks BOY. But I did get to catch up with one of my sisters that I hadn't seen for nearly 6 years. She's in beauty school now, so I had her trim my hair. She naturally did an awesome job. Sadly, much better than the last woman who cut my hair. After that, I was a productive responsible citizen. I got plates for my car. So now, after 3 years of driving with no insurance, I am now for the first time in ages driving a completely legal car!!! Go me :) Then I got to spend the rest of my day with Mr. Burly. He always surprises me with how well behaived he is. how much he loves people and attention, and how intelligent he is. It was an incredibly good day, even after he was so excited to meet a new dog that he ran me into a light pole. The only down side was re-re going out with his god awful ignorant, bad influence friends and spending ALL of his money. I mean he made bank this weekend at work (as a waiter) and he seriously came home with $4 in his pocket. Going into 2 days off. And he really expected that I was going to get him ANYTHING be it food or anything else after he came home at 7a.m.? He's lost his mind. AND he can't stand cats (I still swear he threw my 14 yr old declawed Himalayan outside never to be found again) yet when he shows up so bright and early he's got this cat with him from god knows where that he says is his peace offering because he knows how mad I am at him.
Besides him, and my car trying to commit suicide I had a great time all weekend. I can't wait to do it again my next weekend off. Maybe next time I will get some painting time in (fingers crossed).
I made spaghetti sauce from scratch using tomatoes and peppers fresh from Dad's garden and it actually turned out better than just edible! I'm still excited about it. And I haven't even gotten actually eat any yet.
And I RAN. More than a 1/4 of a mile. First time in like a year. Which also meant that I got to spend some quality time with Twin. And cheese dip and salsa and goofy Mexican waiters. Oh the good times spent at Real Hacienda!
The day before was just as good, of course there was a minor blip. Thanks BOY. But I did get to catch up with one of my sisters that I hadn't seen for nearly 6 years. She's in beauty school now, so I had her trim my hair. She naturally did an awesome job. Sadly, much better than the last woman who cut my hair. After that, I was a productive responsible citizen. I got plates for my car. So now, after 3 years of driving with no insurance, I am now for the first time in ages driving a completely legal car!!! Go me :) Then I got to spend the rest of my day with Mr. Burly. He always surprises me with how well behaived he is. how much he loves people and attention, and how intelligent he is. It was an incredibly good day, even after he was so excited to meet a new dog that he ran me into a light pole. The only down side was re-re going out with his god awful ignorant, bad influence friends and spending ALL of his money. I mean he made bank this weekend at work (as a waiter) and he seriously came home with $4 in his pocket. Going into 2 days off. And he really expected that I was going to get him ANYTHING be it food or anything else after he came home at 7a.m.? He's lost his mind. AND he can't stand cats (I still swear he threw my 14 yr old declawed Himalayan outside never to be found again) yet when he shows up so bright and early he's got this cat with him from god knows where that he says is his peace offering because he knows how mad I am at him.
Besides him, and my car trying to commit suicide I had a great time all weekend. I can't wait to do it again my next weekend off. Maybe next time I will get some painting time in (fingers crossed).
Friday, September 3, 2010
Oh muh Gosh So cool
The works of Boris Sarikov: http://sarikov.com/index.html
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| Door I |
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| Door II |
Ok, this is awesome! SO wish I could do stuff this cool.
Definitely LOVE this the most.
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| Nymph |
But I would like to own this one:
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| Colorado River |
This is just so amazing and beautiful.
Go figure Bitsy is the one who gets to meet interesting, neat people who do things like this! I'm SO incredibly jealous. I've never been good at sculpting though. Guess I'll just stick to my painting that I don't do enough of.
Thoughts..thoughts.. THOUGHTS.
Okay, so last weekend sucked. I had money issues, boy issues, dad issues, sister issues. You name it, it was going poorly. This weekend is looking up, however; and this is what it seemed to take.
1) Having a check bounce, getting it fixed, THEN my bank still not having things corrected once I did my part.
2) Telling my dad I wouldn't have the last installment of what I owe him when I had previously though. Followed by him telling me I'll have to get rid of my dog. WHICH I refuse to do.
3) Bringing me to: I don't know where on earth I'm going to keep him since I still haven't moved. AND he has worms and I can't afford to take him to the vet yet. Sorry dad, gonna have to wait on that money again some more. And, by the way, why is it IIIIIII am the only one who has to pay you back in a timely manner? I'm like the only one who DOES pay you back. FUCK THAT SHIT! At this point your money can wait a month while I take care of my dog and fixing my car.
4) And the boring monotony that has been my job. Good grief! Business has been so slow. Who hijacked the mall customers? On the up side, the boss has been in a better mood. And if I could figure out a way around the OTHER guy who is my "manager" (kind of more in thought than anything) then I could be running the show on my own kiosk. Which is fairly lame, but at the same time kinda sweet. Makes me feel a tad accomplished. And the pay would be better. NOT that it's bad considering all I have to do (not really a whole lot). I'll keep dreaming big about moving to another location/ opening multiple stores for the boss man. Chicago? Or St. Louis? But I'd especially like to go to Seattle :)
5) Yup, get me OUT of this place. On my way into work the other day I was behind this woman whose license plate was seriously "VIRG." Virg? For real? This has GOT to be the most ignorant gathering of "learned" individuals. I mean, there are 5 (that's right FIVE) colleges in this pea sized town. How are so many people so dim?
6) And back to Marky Mark, I finally go get car insurance for the first time in 3 years. The guy has pictures of his kids all over the office, which is fine. He was your typical weirdo though. But I start looking closer, one picture is of a boy and a dog that looks JUST LIKE Mark. My heart about stopped. I still have mixed emotions about going back in to pay my insurance. It definitely wasn't my dog though. His had either run away or been stolen. Two to three years ago. Which would make THAT dog like 4 or 5. Mine is clearly no more than 2 years old as he is still so hyper and playful and loves to misbehave. Also, he got his dog from the shelter. Everyone knows they require all animals to be fixed upon adoption if they aren't already. Here they also chip or tattoo them. Mr. Burly Mark has had none of those thing done. Unfortunately. Once I can afford getting him fixed he should calm down some.
7) Then there is the am I single or not question. The frustration of living on top of another person. Sharing basically everything, including our only days off. Not going to get into a big rant about that though. He's still pretty amazing and treats me so much better than pretty much anyone who has had nearly so much say in my life. I do tend to go through these crazy hormone related mood alterations from time to time and they can be pretty hard to deal with. I just need to convince him we HAVE TO move to a slightly bigger, dog friendly place. And soon. Before one of us offs the other.
And this is the culmination that has brought me THANKFULLY to the end of this week. It's pay day. I'm going to see one of my sisters in the morning that I haven't seen in 5 or 6 years. And she's trimming my hair. Which is long over due. And my pal Joe is suppose to be visiting this weekend. I'm pretty excited to see some old faces. AND I'm suppose to be getting my favorite cheese dip and salsa with my TWIN sometime this weekend. Uber exciting considering I hardly see her anymore. Maybe when I disappear (first to Denver) to Seattle, I will have to kidnap you love!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, the weight has been lifted
..........now I think I will go decided what lucky people's art work will get to grace my walls along with my own!
1) Having a check bounce, getting it fixed, THEN my bank still not having things corrected once I did my part.
2) Telling my dad I wouldn't have the last installment of what I owe him when I had previously though. Followed by him telling me I'll have to get rid of my dog. WHICH I refuse to do.
3) Bringing me to: I don't know where on earth I'm going to keep him since I still haven't moved. AND he has worms and I can't afford to take him to the vet yet. Sorry dad, gonna have to wait on that money again some more. And, by the way, why is it IIIIIII am the only one who has to pay you back in a timely manner? I'm like the only one who DOES pay you back. FUCK THAT SHIT! At this point your money can wait a month while I take care of my dog and fixing my car.
4) And the boring monotony that has been my job. Good grief! Business has been so slow. Who hijacked the mall customers? On the up side, the boss has been in a better mood. And if I could figure out a way around the OTHER guy who is my "manager" (kind of more in thought than anything) then I could be running the show on my own kiosk. Which is fairly lame, but at the same time kinda sweet. Makes me feel a tad accomplished. And the pay would be better. NOT that it's bad considering all I have to do (not really a whole lot). I'll keep dreaming big about moving to another location/ opening multiple stores for the boss man. Chicago? Or St. Louis? But I'd especially like to go to Seattle :)
5) Yup, get me OUT of this place. On my way into work the other day I was behind this woman whose license plate was seriously "VIRG." Virg? For real? This has GOT to be the most ignorant gathering of "learned" individuals. I mean, there are 5 (that's right FIVE) colleges in this pea sized town. How are so many people so dim?
6) And back to Marky Mark, I finally go get car insurance for the first time in 3 years. The guy has pictures of his kids all over the office, which is fine. He was your typical weirdo though. But I start looking closer, one picture is of a boy and a dog that looks JUST LIKE Mark. My heart about stopped. I still have mixed emotions about going back in to pay my insurance. It definitely wasn't my dog though. His had either run away or been stolen. Two to three years ago. Which would make THAT dog like 4 or 5. Mine is clearly no more than 2 years old as he is still so hyper and playful and loves to misbehave. Also, he got his dog from the shelter. Everyone knows they require all animals to be fixed upon adoption if they aren't already. Here they also chip or tattoo them. Mr. Burly Mark has had none of those thing done. Unfortunately. Once I can afford getting him fixed he should calm down some.
7) Then there is the am I single or not question. The frustration of living on top of another person. Sharing basically everything, including our only days off. Not going to get into a big rant about that though. He's still pretty amazing and treats me so much better than pretty much anyone who has had nearly so much say in my life. I do tend to go through these crazy hormone related mood alterations from time to time and they can be pretty hard to deal with. I just need to convince him we HAVE TO move to a slightly bigger, dog friendly place. And soon. Before one of us offs the other.
And this is the culmination that has brought me THANKFULLY to the end of this week. It's pay day. I'm going to see one of my sisters in the morning that I haven't seen in 5 or 6 years. And she's trimming my hair. Which is long over due. And my pal Joe is suppose to be visiting this weekend. I'm pretty excited to see some old faces. AND I'm suppose to be getting my favorite cheese dip and salsa with my TWIN sometime this weekend. Uber exciting considering I hardly see her anymore. Maybe when I disappear (first to Denver) to Seattle, I will have to kidnap you love!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, the weight has been lifted
..........now I think I will go decided what lucky people's art work will get to grace my walls along with my own!
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