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Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Wed, 08 Dec 2004 13:02:33 GMT

Posting here.

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Monday, December 06, 2004

Mon, 06 Dec 2004 15:26:28 GMT

I have stuff under the tree...for me. I want to poke and prod. Shake and feel. But..T's gotten smart since last year..when I felt, shook, sniffed my way into guessing every gift. So, he's boobie-trapped the presents. Being a police officer trained in the art of boobie-trapping things which aren't suppose to be touched, he's done such a good job..I can't figure out what he did. "Touch any of them..and I'll know. If you touch any one of them, I'll return them all to the store." Harsh much? . I've looked and stared..and I can't figure out what he's done. It's not the the gifts themselves. I've become an expert at placing them back where they were before I messed with them. He probably did nothing. LOL. But..I can't risk all my presents being returned to the store. Yeah..he would too..the bastard! .

Nutcrackers. I them. I collect them. T's afraid, very afraid. What man wouldn't be in a house full of things that crack nuts. . I buy several each year. I have so many, I have to bring polaroids of those I have so that I don't get one I've already got. I have maybe...200, perhaps a few over. I love one of a kinds. Those are the ones I search for. eBay or specialty stores are a great place to shop. I've spotted the "3 Kings Nutcracker" set. VERY pretty...and VERY expensive. I'll have to wait until after Christmas. .

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Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Wed, 01 Dec 2004 13:20:03 GMT

What I want..and am getting for Christmas:

City pink boots. Yes...these will be mine.

Yes, it's what it looks like. A pink poodle purse. Why? Because I came, I saw and I wanted.

'Holiday Hunt'. Part of the holiday Breyer Collection. I have every one except him.

A few days ago, a woman, Barbara, whom I frequently hang around/play-date/shop with told me a few humorous things her sons have said recently.

Her eldest, Keith, is 9. Last week, she was at the bus stop waiting for her youngest son to be dropped off. Keith waited there with her, as he did nearly everyday. For those ten minutes the two usually spend the time chatting about school and such. Anyway, Keith was schedualed for a doctor's appointment the following day and was curious to find whether he'd need a shot. Barbara told him it was just a physical. No shots. Here is where it gets interesting.

"Mommy, how much do you weigh?"

"It's not polite to ask a lady how much she weighs, Keith."

For several minutes, the subject was dropped. Then suddenly...

"Mommy, why am I so skinny?"

"Because both your father and I are thin."

"Mommy, you're not that thin."

ZINGAR!

Now, it was her youngest's turn. Kevin, an adorible 7 year old. A few days ago..again, waiting for the bus, this time to be picked up.

"Mommy, how old are cars?"

"About 100 years old."

"That makes you really, really old then."

"How does that make me old?"

"Because you were born before cars."

*Laughs* Out of the mouth of babes, huh?

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Monday, November 29, 2004

Mon, 29 Nov 2004 13:40:20 GMT

Christmas. I love Christmas. It's my "PERFECT" excuse to spend a rediculous amount of money on people I rarely see. The time of year where I can spoil my children and no one can say shit about it. HA!

I have a huge family. Lots of gifts to buy. Which means...Christmas shopping begins in January of the previous year. I find it's a lot less hectic to shop year round..instead of squeezing in the gift-buying in two months. In which case, you'd probably forget someone. Now, whith a million gifts to wrap, you'd imagine I'm wrapping for days on end. Nope. I hire one of those professional gift-wrapper people. Her name is Susan. She comes twice a week until Christmas..usually on Tuesdays and Thursdays and wraps a few gifts at a time. All professional like..and really pretty. It's expensive, but worth it. Mind you, she doesn't wrap the kid's gifts...since I'm paying $5-$10 per package, depending on the materials used, and they're only gonna tear it open anyway.

Anyhoo, that's my family. Then there is T's. He also has a huge family. But, being the typical man, he waits until the very last minute. It's rather humorous to watch him rushing around, getting flustered, falling into an exhausted heap on his chair after a day of shopping. Yes...I laugh at him. Point..and laugh.

I've decked my house. Christmas tree is up, lights, decorations...yadda yadda. Good times.

I love Christmas.

Enough of that. T-day was alright. I ate some bad cooking. Passed out from probable food poisoning. Drank a liter of Pepto-bismol. All was good afterwards.

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Friday, November 19, 2004

Fri, 19 Nov 2004 13:23:02 GMT

For many years now I've pondered the idea of writing a book. Those who know me online have suggested I write a book pertaining to my RPing character. I've played with that notion for a time, even started it...but, as years passed...simply, I grew bored. I've attempted many stories over the last decade...I've gotten far in several, but, as usual, the more I wrote, the less interested I became in the topic. I have a file cabinet nearly full of failed novels, poems, and the like...all probably won't see the light of day nevermind a publisher.

A few nights ago, T and I had one of those "sitting in front of the tube" lazy evenings. Where we watch whatever happens to be on TV and chatter. The issue came up. I want to be published. T says I have talent enough. I think so too...not to inflate my own balloon, mind you. During our discussion I came to realize that the topic I've seemingly wasted all those years on, horror, was best kept to my DVD collection. Granted my sick and twisted mind can pop out a gut wrenching story or two...but, perhaps I wasn't meant to make readers vomit.

There are thousands of great horror authors out there and since I was a littlin', I've wanted to be in the same class as them. Now, I'd rather not. I got to thinking in what really interests me. Interests me enough to read and write about. Perhaps interesting enough for others to want to read. Using myself as an example, I recalled each time I'd browse the book section. What was it I'd pick up? Horror books? Not a-one. I'd skim titles, perhaps, but that was all.

Maybe it's age, children, a life full of responsiblities that's steered me away from my teen attractions. I don't know. In any event, I've found what captures my attention now is the lives of others like me or not even close. You know what I'm talking about. Biographies. Real life stories. So, yes...I want to write my own biography, sort of.

My life isn't filled with drugs, sex or wild parties. It isn't stuffed with one tragedy after the next. It's adverage, at best. On the same hand, there are experiences in my life that others may relate to or out of curiosity, wish to know about. For example, my eldest son, Jeremy. I could dedicate a chapter to him alone.

In the past 30 years I've personally delt (or am dealing) with an eating disorder, family issues (like everyone else in the world), physical abuse, raising a disabled child, suicide, relationships both good and bad, depression...to name a few. For the two or more years I've been posting blogs, I think I've touched base on each of these subjects. I'm not looking to be on the best sellers list. But, in sharing my life, maybe I could pluck a few strings of another person. Maybe, in reading my story, they'd nod and say "Yeah, I been there."

I haven't decided yet. I'll see, I suppose. I have a goal though. One I set nearly 10 years ago. I'll be published by the time I'm 35.

*shrug*

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Monday, November 15, 2004

Mon, 15 Nov 2004 14:49:54 GMT

Each time I think about placing my children in daycare or hiring a babysitter, so that I may work more out of the home, something like "A Parents Nightmare" comes along. It was a program. One of those TV specials. Basically, it was about the horrors of child care.

Nothing pisses me off more..and I swear to God I wanted to leap through the TV screen at times, then the abuse of children. Parents who hit their children, and I'm not talking about the slap on the hand or a whack on the ass. I'm talking about shaking, slapping on the face, punching, throwing the child around, etc. It's bad enough when the very person the child relys on for care and love beats them. but when a stranger hired to care for them does it. Fuck that.

Anyway, I watched this TV program..and literally, I found myself yelling at it. There were stories of neglect...for example, a 5 week old baby boy was beaten to death by unsupervised toddlers. Another 2 week boy suffocated to death in a crib. An 18 month old was placed in a baby swing...for hours, was found dead..doctors say she choked on her own vomit. WTF! Oh, it gets worse...

The next part of the show was about nanny's/babysitters. Parents had installed video camera's and what was discovered was unbelievable. This was where I got a bit vocal.

There was a baby...I'd say between 10-11 months old, standing in her crib...just standing there. Not crying, screaming..nothing. The fucking bitch babysitter just walked over and started wailing on the kid's head WITH HER FIST!. What the fuck?! The baby fell over and started crying. I wanted so bad to leap through the screen and slam the bitch's head against the wall about a hundred times. Then, there was another baby. About 6-7 months old. The baby wouldn't eat. Probably because the bitch trying to feed him was yelling. She threw the baby onto the floor, grabbed him by the arm, yanked him back onto her lap, stuffed the bottle into his mouth, yelling the whole time...when the baby refused to eat again, she threw him back to the floor. Gimme five minutes in a room with her, alone.

Had that been my kid, in either case. No police would have been called. No lawsuit filed. No courts involved. I would have killed her. Literally. She would have been dead. I would have beat the shit out of her..right then and there. T said the same thing.

I couldn't believe what I was watching. Strange people, in your home, getting paid to care for your children...beating them, neglecting them, stealing from you. They need stricter laws pertaining to child care. Hardly any jail time, fines..or the like. More often then not, it's a lame-ass, "Oh, yeah..well..just found out you've been hitting my kid..so um...you're fired." Hell no. Cuffed and stuffed, bitch. Severe jail time...and with a sign around your neck that says "Hello, I beat a baby." Have fun!

This is why I work at home, one of the largest reasons anyway. I understand that alot of people can't..and I realize I'm lucky to have that option. But jesus christ..be careful people.

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Monday, November 08, 2004

Mon, 08 Nov 2004 19:26:16 GMT

My car was side-swiped last weekend. Passenger side door. Bad. I cried. I really did. I love my truck. I know the asshole who did it now. I found the little prick. How? I found bits of my truck in his front bumper. I was parked across the street from my sister's apartment. Apearently, while I was visiting, the drunken anal-cabob slammed into my vehicle then took off. He was also visiting. Yeah..visiting his crack supplier. No, I didn't hear it. No, no one saw it. But, when a 'friend' mentioned that a truck that frequented the neighbors now adorned a fresh dent...I had to look. My bro-in-law went so far as to measure the damage on my door to the damage to his bumper. And holy fuck, you wouldn't believe what we found!? When confronted with the evidence, he broke like a two dollar whore..that, or he was just so wasted he would have admitted he was a girl. Well, the snot nosed cock-sucker not only has to pay for the damage done to my car...but, he was fined for leaving the scene of an accident.

Anyhoo, since I can't wait for a check from the salad tosser, I had Achin's repair the damage for me. It wasn't as bad as it looked, it seems, as my truck was ready the very next day...looking all pretty again.

I hate assholes. I hate assholes who can't drive..and more so, I hate assholes who drive into other people's cars.

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Monday, October 25, 2004

Mon, 25 Oct 2004 19:18:14 GMT

Got this email. It's amazing how stupid people think I am.

Date:	Thu, 14 Oct 2004 21:31:38 +0000
From:	"Citiba‬n‪k" <tressiannn9@yahoo.com> Add to Address Book
To:	tressiannn9@yahoo.com
Subject:	Cit‪ibank e-mail verification - tressiannn9@yahoo.com

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‬w‬e m޶us޿௦t‪ v޼e޳r޾i޿௦fy޷ ޴i‪t޳.

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Ok. Firstly, I'm not a "Citibank" member. Secondly, anyone with a quarter brain knows not to give a PIN number online. It's even stated in any bank form that they do not request PIN's nor account information through the mail or in emails.

Thirdly, and this was laughable, look at the way the email was written. How old was the "sender"? 12? Done for my protection, huh? Right...

Anyway, I finally got a hold of my friend. Of course, I waited for her to call me...so that I didn't seem to desperate to know what happened. I was, mind you...but we'll keep that between us.

In any event, she said he nearly shit himself when he saw her car parked in his place. He stood around dumbly for a long while before she tooted the horn from across the street. She said he had the look of sheer panic..and almost seemed like he was going to run away. They fought, of course. He blamed her. Saying something about lack of sex. She explained..in a very loud voice, that she had two kids to care for..on top of a full time job and other responsibilities. All in all, she was just too damned tired. She asked if that was all. If that was the reason. He pretty much said 'yes'.

In my opinion..that's the dumbest reason to cheat on someone. That's what masturbation is for, right? Anyway...in the end, they are still together. She says that they have kids, house..etc. etc...and it would be worth trying to repair the marriage then put both themselves and the kids through a messy divorce.

Right. Had that been T and I...after I beat the fuck out of him, that is...He would have been kicked to the curb. I don't think I'd have strength enough to stay with a man who shared my penis with another woman. Kids or no, "slip and fall" once, not only will you walk with a permanent limp, but you'll be without the perfection that is me as well.

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Friday, October 15, 2004

Fri, 15 Oct 2004 13:49:14 GMT

My friend suspects her husband of cheating. Thus, she's begun her investigation. For weeks, he claimed to be going to a friend's house...she believed him all the other times he's said to have gone. However...when the same friend called to ask to speak with the man who was suppose to be..well..there, she became suspicious. She then took notice of the little things..and recalled the slightest changes. For example, he'd cuddle at night. He hasn't for almost 2 weeks. He'd ask for hugs or kisses. He suddenly stopped asking. He's become cold and distant. She's convinced now.

Last night..he said he was going to his friends house. She waited about an hour after he left to call mentioned friend. He wasn't there. She then called me, upset..obviously. I suggested she borrow a car and drive around to see if she could find his. She asked if I would come. After begging I reluctanly agreed. I picked her up and off we went. Honestly, I didn't think we'd find him...you'd be surprised how easy it actually was. Within 20 minutes we spotted his car..not very well hidden, in the parking lot of a mutual girlfriend's apartment. Michelle, someone I've met recently, about 6 months ago, seemed nice enough. A huge flirt. Even put a few moves on my man. However, in jest...or so I thought. Anyway, she wanted to confront him right then and there. I...was a chicken-shit and didn't want to be present when she ripped off his gonads and fed them to his new bed buddy.

I didn't want her to flip out and get into trouble. Possibly arrested. So, I asked her not confront him there, in case the police were called. Go home..and as hard as it would be, knowing what the homewrecker and her cheating asshole were doing, and wait. However, she came up with a better plan. I'll admit, it was an awesome plan.

We left. She picked up her car, we dropped mine off, she grabbed the extra keys to his and back we went. She snuck into the parking lot, hopped into his car and pulled it out of the spot, then I parked hers where his was. Then...off we drove, she was actually in hysterics, laughing until she was crying. She dropped me off at her house to get my truck. I went home. She, went back to park across the street to wait to see his reaction. I'm still waiting for the call to find out what happened.

For a woman who just found out her husband is sleeping with another woman...she seemed to take the initial discovery well. But then, why wouldn't she? He's fucked in so many ways. Child support, alimony, out a house and nice possessions. Hope it was worth it, asshole!

My take on cheating is this...don't be a retard. No penis nor vagina is worth fucking your life over. Why lose everything for a lay? Sure, people cheat for different reasons. Everyone has an excuse which is valid to them. But, if your gonna hop into the bed of another person...leave the one you're with. Appearently you could give a shit enough to respect to remain faithful.

Boyfriends/Girlfriends...well, sure, cheating sucks in this situation. But, if they don't have any kids, no commitment besides an "I always love you." Get over it.

However, when you're married, plan to marry or have an ass load of kids, share a house and might as well be married (Like me.), then don't cheat. You took a vow, remember? Before God, family, friends...don't make a liar out of yourself. If you care for the person at all. Even in the tiniest way, either work it out or leave. Sounds simple enough...it is. It's alot harder to hide an affair then it is to simply leave. It might be harder still to stay and work it out. But, in the end it might be worth it.

More importantly. Disease. Why make your husband/wife pay for your fling with a trip to the clinic to treat some STD?

If T ever cheated on me..I'd can his balls as a warning for other men in my life. "Cheat on your wife..and I'll can your balls too, biatch!"

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Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Wed, 13 Oct 2004 14:03:30 GMT

I don't like people who lie. Period. I dislike those who say they'll do something...yet have no intention of actually doing it. That, to me, if just like breaking a promise.

Long story short. Kinda. I paid $75 for 5 drawings. They were decent drawings. Not as good as I've seen her do for other people..other people, mind you, who did not pay for her work. But, I accepted them with no complaint. A year later (keep in mind that it took nearly 6 months to get the requested work, 5 of them.), she offers to redo my drawnings. OFFERS, is not asked. I accept, happy to gain a better set of work. Thus, I wait..and wait...and wait...and wait...you get the idea. Nearly a year has pasted. Nothing. A few months ago, I asked when she planned to begin redoing my drawings. She claims to have "forgotten" what it was I wanted. I told her I wanted the same thing she had already done...only better. She agrees to redo them....again.

Why did I pay for such shoddy work? Because she was a friend, who needed cash for a school project. I wanted a character pic done...so, there spawned the idea that I could help her and get something out of the deal. By the way, the money went on a shopping spree at the Mall. *rolls eyes*

It was that conversation where she claims that I "insulted her style". I believe I mentioned that the body of the boys resemble that of girls. Tall and lanky. A comment, she, herself, has made. I was not cruel or mean about it. Anyway, she used that as an excuse to not do them at all. However, in the same breath, claims that she, the saint of niceness, decided to redo them anyway. Dispite my rude comments on how her work "sucked". Riiiight.

In any event, I read her blog today..and admittedly, had myself a chuckle. The way truth is bent to make her out to be 'nice' while I'm the 'hell bent bitch', is amusing, to say the least. A bitch? Damned right I am.

I was going to post a link to the work...but honestly, I don't want to embaress the girl further.

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