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Wednesday, November 21st, 2007
2:03 am - Yay me!
You Will Be a Cool Parent

You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need.
You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law.
While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top.
You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!

(2 Angels | Dry Your Eyes)

Monday, October 1st, 2007
2:19 am
The local newspaper is running articles on the different decades of life. Each week is a different decade. Last week, they did the 20's and I thought they were horribly off, so I'm posting it here with my commentary to see what you all think.

A little older, a little wiser and a place of your own

Scott Craven
The Arizona Republic
Sept. 22, 2007 12:00 AM
Twenty is that age that marks your passing from carefree youth to responsible grown-up (for most of us, anyway). The teen years are gone, and it's time to start getting more serious.

20 signs you are an adult in your 20s

1. You have your own place. Even better, no roommates.
True for the most part.

2. You mailed back a credit- card application and actually received a credit card. Sweet.
Got my credit card when I was 18.

3. You just received your first credit-card bill. Not so sweet.
Not so bad if you use one responsibly.

4. Dating is no longer just about lust. It's also about feelings.
Dating was never about lust for me in the first place. Honestly.

5. Friday nights are lonelier as your friends start getting married.
Not really. My married friends acted the same after marriage as they did before.

6. You stop by your parents' house for dinner. Not because you miss them, but because it's a free meal.
Will agree with this one.

7. Goodbye family vacation, hello two weeks in Paris.
As if I could afford it?

8. You open a 401(k) retirement account at work, knowing it will be years before you see the point.
Pretty much agree.

9. You wonder how your parents survived weekends before there were ATMs.
Hardly ever use them actually.

10. You pay for your own car insurance and understand why your parents were eager to boot you off their policy.
My parents actually seemed to want to keep me on their policy.

11. Not only can you vote, you actually do. And you feel as if your vote made a difference.
I did vote. Did not feel it made a difference.

12. You start to read books for pleasure.
Did that when I was a kid. I actually read alot less now.

13. You're ideological, a phase that will last several years before cynicism settles in.
Ha! Maybe at 8, though I do have my moments at times.

14. You toss the pillow sack in favor of real luggage.
Actually did get a real luggage set recently.

15. In need of a sofa, you browse the new-furniture ads rather than Craigslist.
Haven't actually bought a sofa yet. We'll see.

16. You cash in the life-insurance policy your parents had on you, because right now, it seems as though you are going to live forever.
My parents had a life-insurance policy on me?

17. You put your collection of Adam Sandler movies in the attic.
Never had that collection and I don't have an attic.

18. That rapid heartbeat you used to experience in bars is gone, because the ID in your pocket is real.
Can agree to this one.

19. You can rent a car, which sure beats using the bus when you travel.
Not 25 yet. Even if I were, don't know I could afford it.

20. Marriage doesn't seem so otherworldly, maybe even kids someday.
More than a maybe.

(Dry Your Eyes)

Friday, August 24th, 2007
8:21 pm
So, I wanted some Ramen for dinner, but when I pulled the noodles out of the microwave, there was a shitload of bugs floating in it. Yummy. I tried scooping them out, but the more I scooped, the more I found. I ended up just throwing it all down the garbage disposal. After searching the cabinets, I found the source of my problem to be a bag of flour, which was just swarming with bugs. I ended up tossing that in the garbage outside and Ken's mom and I went though the cabinets looking for anything that might have been contaminated. I think it's all been disposed of now, but I'll probably be checking anything I eat for the next week or so now.

(Dry Your Eyes)

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007
10:01 pm
So, for those who haven't heard yet, Ken and I are gonna have a baby! Yay! A cute little mind to corrupt! I got a doctor's appointment for next week that I'm actually looking forward to. Weirdness. Can't wait to see the ultrasounds and all that shit. I quit drinking and smoking, which kinda sucks, but so far hasn't been too horrible. Usually, I don't feel much of a need for it, but every now and then I find myself craving a cig or a drink. Oh well. Gotta do what's best for baby now. In other news, Mike moved out and apparently is now talking some shit about Ken and I. Whatthefuckever. If he wants to pretend everything's fine while he's here, then run out without even a goodbye, and then proceed to talk shit without even confronting us about the issue, that's his problem. I'm fucking sick of putting up with this shit outta people, though it does suck when you find out someone you thought was a friend never had any respect for you whatsoever. Fuck it.

(4 Angels | Dry Your Eyes)

Thursday, August 9th, 2007
7:38 pm
So I think I've come down with something and have been so freaking tired today that I slept through most of it and got nothing accomplished that I wanted to. Hoofuckingray.

(Dry Your Eyes)

Sunday, July 29th, 2007
9:45 pm
Need a laugh? Visit this site: http://www.mugglenet.com/wallofshame.shtml

These were a couple of my favorites:

Hello Mr. Emerson,

You are going to hell for your satanistic rituals. You might be sexy but that is no reason to defy GOD. I will laugh at you when you are down in hell eating pineapples and I in up in heaven being sexy.


Wow! I'm sexy and I get free pineapples! How cool is that??

To Mr. Dude,
I find it not very nice that you make fun of the no believers on a web page. It would be a lot nicer if you had them in something like the quote thingy that's on every page of Muggle Net. Also, why did the Navy do your layout? I requested they do one for me and they never replied.
Jenna-Jane.


If you look at the bottom of this page, you'll see it says the layout was created by Navy. Navy is a person. She lives in Australia.


Did you really think the United States Navy would make you a website layout, hun?




Sometimes it's unbelievable that people can be so stupid.

(1 Angel | Dry Your Eyes)

Sunday, July 15th, 2007
5:12 pm - This is horrible
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/07/15/national/main3058816.shtml?source=mostpop_story

Sad thing is, this story doesn't surprise me much.

(7 Angels | Dry Your Eyes)

Friday, July 13th, 2007
8:21 pm - Things just keep getting better and better
So the day started pretty decent. Got to work and discovered I was added on for a few more days which was awesome because right now I really need the money. However, one of my events today got fucked up. It was a vital signs event for a study that requires triplicate vitals to be taken. Because the event is more time consuming than regular vitals, four people are scheduled for the event. The participants are arranged into pods and each employee takes a pod. Well, the last guy in my pod ended up at the end of another chick's pod for some reason. I took the vitals for the guys in my pod and then moved on to my last guy. However, when I got to him I noticed he already had a cuff on. I asked the chick who was doing that pod if she was taking his vitals and she told me they were already done. I figured cool and moved on to my next event. Then, when I went back later to fix a few things in the computer for that event I noticed that there was no information in the computer for his vitals. Chick said she never did them so I had to run around and notify all the necessary people, take the vitals, and fill out the necessary forms. Then, I ended up getting written up because his vital signs were taken three hours late. Fucking perfect.

(1 Angel | Dry Your Eyes)

Thursday, July 12th, 2007
2:36 pm
So I had a really good feeling yesterday. I was walking around thinking about all the things I had and was feeling really good about things in general. I have a nice, air-conditioned house to live in with a pool, several tv's, a couple of DVD players and VCR's, several video game systems, cable, a couple of computers, plenty of food, and a nice car. Then Ken's mom woke up, Ken woke up, Don called, and all the bullshit came back. Ken and his mom are always fighting and lately it's really been getting to me. It would be nice to just go and get our own place, but right now we can't afford it. Even if we could, she can't afford this place on her own and us moving out would screw her out of her house. So I'm stuck here for now, having to put up with all the fighting. Apparently, according to the mortgage company, there was a payment that was never made that they have recorded as 60 days past due. Sedac says he made that payment but the mortgage company keeps saying it wasn't made. I guess when it reaches 90 days the house is in danger of foreclosure which would really suck for everybody. Stupid bullshit. Stupid mortgage company.

(1 Angel | Dry Your Eyes)

Saturday, July 7th, 2007
9:42 pm - More Wisconsin bullshit
So I guess it's time for an update on here. About a month ago my car died. Yes, that's right. No more Saturn for me. Towing a trailer and being subjected to Mike's driving finally did the thing in. So I went and got myself a brand new Chevy Cobalt. It is purty. Black, two doors, with a manual transmission. It's a spiffy little thing alright. Lots of trunk space too. In the end, that turned out alright. However, last week Sunday morning, Grammy died. I got the call that afternoon and spent the next couple of days trying to figure out how I was going to get back to the midwest for the funeral. As it turned out, last minute plane tickets were too freaking expensive for me or my family to afford so I ended up hopping in the Cobalt with Ken's mom for a cross-country drive. The drive went well and fairly quickly as we were cruising pretty good all the way there.

However, almost immediately after crossing the Wisconsin boarder, a feeling of anxiety came over me. I dismissed it as being related to the funeral and carried on to Deb's, a friend of Ken's mom. We chilled in the hot tub with a couple of beers before I headed over to my parent's to sleep. That's when the drama began, and no, it wasn't related to my parents. It was all related to this: http://www.todaystmj4.com/news/local/8231662.html. I got the message that Sedac had been shot when I reached my parent's. No, it was not faked. I'll get to that later. I managed to get ahold of Sedac and asked if he wanted any company that night. I left a note for my parents and headed over. I made perfect time as he was just being dropped off when I arrived. I stayed over there all night and he gave me the whole story and showed me the welts on his chest along with his broken rib. The news story failed to mention that. My parents called the next morning when they were ready to leave for Michigan. I headed over there with them, thinking that everything was now gonna be alright.

I spent some time with my family for awhile then went out with Jeff and Savannah for a drive after everyone had gone to bed. The funeral was the next day and went about as well as funerals do. It would have been nice though if somebody mentioned to me beforehand that the body was to be cremated. I did eventually figure it out at the funeral itself. I was doing pretty good during the service and was able to hold it in until afterwards when I saw my cousin Lorin bawling. That was the trigger that sent me off. I managed to get ahold of myself fairly quick though and headed to the reception which turned out to be a fairly nice family reunion. I spent time with my family until most everyone left then went out with Jeff and Savannah again. The next day I drove my parent's car back to Wisconsin for them as they were meeting up with my sister's band group for the band trip.

I hadn't even left Michigan when I found out about Sedac being sent back to the hospital. I drove back about as fast as I could without getting pulled over. However, by the time I got back, there wasn't much that could be done other than get nice and drunk with Nichole and take out my frustrations with a dagger and a cardboard box. The next morning we called around to find out where Sedac was and if he was allowed visitors then headed over to Milwaukee County Psych to see him. Upon meeting up with him, he filled us in on everything that had happened. It turned out that the police didn't want to believe his story because of two stupid deer that happened to be in a ditch when they searched the area. They pulled him in, interrogated him, and got him sign some bullshit confession all while he was drugged up from the painkillers for his rib. Yeah, they are going to have a lawsuit on their hands for that. They basically threatened him into signing a confession to shooting himself and going the the psych ward for awhile or sit in jail until they finished their investigation. The ward was filled with all kinds of wonderful bullshit too. They told him he was going to be held until court on Monday which turned out to be Tuesday. They also wouldn't tell him what kind of drugs they were giving him or the side effects of them. The people who worked there all acted like they should be committed too. Any time we asked for something, they just gave us stupid looks for a minute or so.

I stayed in Wisconsin until he was released on Tuesday and Nichole and I visited him everyday until then, bringing him McDonalds and sneaking him extra cigarettes. He was finally released due to some 72 hour law where they have to come up with probable cause to keep him there until time was up which they hadn't done. I took him to the bar that night which turned out quite amusing as he got really fucked up. I headed back to Arizona the next day. While on our way back I found out that charges had been filed against him for obstruction of justice but where later dropped. We ran out of gas in New Mexico because all gas stations within 50 miles were closed then got pulled over in Arizona but got away with only a warning.

So now I'm back home. Most of the bullshit is over but I'm still quite pissed off at the justice system. I mean, how assbackwards is a system that locks up my friend while allowing the guy who nearly killed him to run free? It's fucking bullshit.

(Dry Your Eyes)

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007
8:27 pm - Read and laugh
Take a look at this quiz. It's fucking hilarious. The wording is so incredibly biased. Whoever wrote it obviously believes that everyone who is not an active feminist plays into some male created conspiracy. True, some men are pigs, but most are actually decent guys. It's not society that makes women stupid, it's other women that make women stupid. Example: Read my quiz result. In this particular context, it is not you're, but your. I know it's being picky, but shit like that bugs the hell out of me.

Are you a feminist?
Your Result: You are being held back by society's constrictions

You're not really sure what a feminist is by definition but do not want to have any part of it. You think a feminist is a man-hating lesbian who never has a date on Saturday night. If guys want you to play dumb and agree with everything they say, you'll do it even though that's not really you. You don't realize that identifying with you're sexuality gives you a stronger understanding of yourself and an awareness of the confining and asphyxiating society around you that limits you because you are a woman. Why should women always be more passive, less aggressive, less talkative and less opinionated than men? And why, when these women go against these "gender roles" that society places for them, are they criticized? You fear being criticized but by feeding into the roles made by society you are only belittling yourself.

There is a strong feminist inside you! Let it out!
You are a full blooded feminist!
Are you a misogynist!?
Are you a feminist?


*Edited to specify which "you're."

(1 Angel | Dry Your Eyes)

Friday, April 20th, 2007
4:31 pm - Cruise run-down
As some of you know, I was on a cruise in the Carribean last week and since I'm sure some of you wanna hear about it, I'll give you all a run-down.

Carribean CruiseCollapse )

Anyway, that's my trip.

Pics at: http://s120.photobucket.com/albums/o194/citlalmina/Carribean%20Cruise/

(1 Angel | Dry Your Eyes)

Wednesday, March 21st, 2007
9:32 pm - Interesting
According to this article, not only does ethanol gas produce poor gas mileage, but it also creates more smog during summer usage. http://www.businessweek.com/autos/content/apr2006/bw20060427_493909.htm

(1 Angel | Dry Your Eyes)

Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
1:18 pm
Seriously, my job is way too fucking boring.

(Dry Your Eyes)

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007
7:24 pm - Whoo-hoo! An update!
So for those of you that don't know, Ken and I have successfully relocated to Phoenix. The trip down here was quite eventful including rain, snow, ice, mountains, and sleeping on the freeway. (If you want details, call and I'll explain. My number is still the same for now.) We're moved in, but not settled in as we left the screws for a few pieces of furniture in WI and we are waiting for someone to send them down to us. It's been nice and warm and i'm loving being able to go outside in the middle of winter in a tank top and not freeze my ass off. My only complaint about this area so far is the traffic. Driving around down here during the day is not alot of fun. I'm still looking for employment. I have several prospective employers but no actual hires yet. I'm hoping this situation will change very soon as I have a bit of debt now and no money to pay it off with. Ken has a couple of jobs down here now so he'll be able to pay off his but we won't get to see eachother much. Hopefully we'll also be able to get some money and some time to go out and possibly make some friends around here as we have none yet. It doesn't bother me too much right now, but every now and then I wish for someone to have coffee with. Anyway, that's all I've got for now. I'll try to update when the situation changes.

(1 Angel | Dry Your Eyes)

Monday, December 25th, 2006
3:27 am - Fuck this fucking month
I feel like complete shit, like usual in December. I have nothing to offer anyone and when I try to do the right thing, I screw it up somehow. I seem to be fucking up around every corner I turn. I'm fucking up my job, my relationship, my whole fucking life. What makes someone a shitty person? Are they just born that way or does some mighty diety get bored one day, strike a person, and go "Poof! You're fucked bitch! Everything you touch will turn to dust and crumble before your eyes." Seriously, why do I do this fucking shit? I just want some freedom, to have limited responsibilities. You can get all high and mighty on me and try and tell me that it's all part of growing up, but fuck you. It's not. I never had freedom. There was always responsibility. I know all actions have consequences, no matter what age you are and blah blah blah but I want a chance where the only person I have to answer to is myself. (This not including the basic getting by bs such as paying bills and having a job.) Don't get me wrong, I love my friends and I definatly love Ken more than anything, but I need the opportunity to figure myself out. The person I am now is deffinatly not the person I was only a few years ago, but I still haven't fully gotten to explore that person and figure that person out. Why the fuck am I writing all of this shit? Who really cares? Actually, if you don't give a damn about anything I just said, delete me from your fucking friends page right fucking now. Seriously. For those left, I don't expect answers out of you. I just needed to get that all out and off my mind. Sorry. Merry fucking Christmas Stick your Christmas up your ass. This month blows.

P.S. I made this post looking for empathy, not sympathy so if you wanna bitch at me, just delete me instead.

(5 Angels | Dry Your Eyes)

Tuesday, December 19th, 2006
7:58 pm - Doubtful, but ok

How evil are you?

(1 Angel | Dry Your Eyes)

Friday, December 8th, 2006
3:50 am - Ha! I rule!
You scored as Hannibal Lecter. You are Hannibal Lecter. You dont need to eat human flesh to live, but do so because it just taste good. You are very intelligent, and enjoy using it to your advantage to keep people guessing. You arent a killing machine, but when you do decide to let loose, watch out! Dinner is served, with some fava beans, and a nice chianti!

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Hannibal Lecter

85%

Jigsaw

70%

Leatherface

60%

Pinhead

55%

Jason Voorhees

45%

Freddy Krueger

40%

Michael Myers

35%

Candyman

35%

Captain Spaulding

30%

Buffalo Bill

15%

Which Horror Killer are You?
created with QuizFarm.com

(Dry Your Eyes)

Saturday, November 11th, 2006
5:41 am - Bored
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
6. Describe me in one word.
7. What was your first impression?
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. When was the last time you saw me?
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
14. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?

(2 Angels | Dry Your Eyes)

Thursday, November 9th, 2006
11:19 pm
God today is one of those days where I feel like a complete failure, like I'm letting everybody down. Earlier this week I told my mom that Ken and I are probably going to be moving to Arizona and from the look on her face I think I just about broke her heart. I told Nichole I could probably get her a job where I work right now and it looks as though that's not going to work out. At work tonight, I felt like I was just in everybody's way. I felt like the girl who was trainning me didn't want to train me and was just trying to find ways to get rid of me. Plus I ended up bumping into somebody with a tray of drinks and ended up spilling them all over the place. Luckily for me it was only water but I still felt like a total idiot. Later on I was told to fill a room service order when I had no idea where I was supposed to get the stuff for it from and there was no one around to ask. That order ended up going out way too late and once again I felt like a total idiot. Now I'm sitting home depressed waiting for the guys to come home and hoping something happens that will make me feel better.

(2 Angels | Dry Your Eyes)

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