My Older Sister, her Baby, Brother-in-law and Uncle are all arriving in town in a few hours. I cant wait to see the baby. I haven’t seen him in a year, I bet he has grown so big now.
Cant wait to add pictures of him here.
Our Two Year Anniversary
Monday, December 18, 2006
Peanuts For The Homeless.
As I was driving down 6th Street to my apartment no more than 5 minuets ago, I was waiting at a red light when an older black lady approached my car and said to me, “miss can you help me, I'm trying to get something to eat?”
I didn’t have anything at all in the car with me…other than my peanuts.
So I pip up and say, “ Hey I have some peanuts!”
She asks me if she can have them and I hand them over. She thanks and ‘god bless’ me then just walks away and I drive home.
I have had plenty of people walk up to me and ask me for cash, never for food. And never someone so easy to please. I should have given her the bottle of water I had not opened yet.
Oh well, good karma to me.
I didn’t have anything at all in the car with me…other than my peanuts.
So I pip up and say, “ Hey I have some peanuts!”
She asks me if she can have them and I hand them over. She thanks and ‘god bless’ me then just walks away and I drive home.
I have had plenty of people walk up to me and ask me for cash, never for food. And never someone so easy to please. I should have given her the bottle of water I had not opened yet.
Oh well, good karma to me.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Music: Bastard Fairies
I found this really cool band/group.
I think they are great. And so much fun.
The Chic is really hot, Love the shape of her mouth, and how it moves.
They are really different, and I like them.
The music is not crazy out of control like, but it’s totally something else.
Yes I can say they have become one of my favorites.
Thanks Bastard Fairies.
I think they are great. And so much fun.
The Chic is really hot, Love the shape of her mouth, and how it moves.
They are really different, and I like them.
The music is not crazy out of control like, but it’s totally something else.
Yes I can say they have become one of my favorites.
Thanks Bastard Fairies.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Winter 2006 Pictures
I am updating my pictures. I felt like a pretty person today so I took some pictures of myself. As I have stated before. No one takes pictures of me. So if I want to show my children what I looked like at this age, I must take my own pictures. I think they are pretty good. I think they capture the mood of me now. 2006. 
# 2, #3, #4
# 2, #3, #4I do no wear alot of make-up. In fact the only make-up I do wear is eye liner, and sometimes when I have not slept and ate in a while I will put on some lip stuff, because I get so pale.
Other wise I guess all I can say is that they are exactly what I want them to be.
Let me know what you think.
Ciao
Sunday, December 10, 2006
What Happened To Alex
A Story By KCoe
Once upon a time there was a boy, who met a girl, and they found a bond through all the unpleasant stuff in life. Here was a bond that though it seemed very unlikely, (for he was from a rather low-end of town, his living situation was dreadful and he worked in a place the girl thought of as mediocre) with time it grew to be a wonderful and happy thing. She saw that he had a makings of a great provider and mate. So she looked past his living habits and his previous life issues and loved him.
Just a little-bit of time went by and the couple decided to move out of their mothers homes, first they thought of finding places close by each other, but where? He lived on one side of town, she the other. Then one of them, came up with the idea of moving in together, you know to save money and be together. It would get rid of all our problems they gaily thought.
So after a little planning they picked a place that was in the girls ‘area’ of life. One year lease signed, and all moved in they set to playing house the way they were taught. She thought most of his bad living habits would go away, because she believed him when he said they were not real, just something from having to live in his mothers house.
As the time went by, problems began to arise. The girl was not working, she wanted to go to school. The boy did not lose his bad habits. It should have been an okay deal really, they should have been able to work things out where they could balance each other. But because the boy cared so very much about work and the girl cared about his bad habits they could not work things out. They should have realize that if it would not change now, it would only get worse with time, but they were new at this game called House. They just wanted every thing to work out. She believed so much that with time maybe he would change. Turns out she didn’t believe that you can never change a boy into a man.
She did not give up, it became a conquest for her, to help him relies how much he has to offer her and the world. How much he was lacking as a person. She tried every thing she could think of to fix their relationship, to mend what was wrong, to heal the hurt and pain. She was so wrong in believing she would win. She wracked her mind for ways of making his see her point of view. How she thought she was right in what she believed. The girl had become what she hated most. After time had passed she understood she was the only one who cared about what she thought. She stopped caring as well, almost but not quite. She still cared, but she had given up trying. Turns out it was to late. The boy had worked his way up to where he was happy in his work, and he put much of his time and attention and love into his work that he seemed to lose interest in the girl. No one can blame him, she had become this horrible little monster to live with (or so she thought, and he wasn’t going to deny it). She found herself sinking into a deep darkness of anger, hate, and self made pain (mental pain mind you).
She had all but given up, she still loved him, wanted to love him more but could not bring herself to loving someone who she thought of as hurting and misunderstanding her. The boy did nothing to help their relationship, he just spend his time building his career, the love of his life.
Four times the earth went around the sun, and in that time the girl and boy were together. Someone said it was a four year hump, but they knew better, it was the bottom of the last hump together.
The girl thought this last time she would try her remaining card. Give the boy what he wants, his freedom. Even if that meant losing him, she loved him that much. Let the boy live on his own, maybe he would learn what he needed to learn on his own. If not, she would not be there to see it.
The girl thought is would be easy, but alas the pain of that thought hurt the girl more than any thing she had endured up to that time. Because of that pain, she knew it was right. She had her own lessons to learn, her own life to live.
The time has come to end my story, for now. Maybe I can tell a tale of some happiness over a hill.
Once upon a time there was a boy, who met a girl, and they found a bond through all the unpleasant stuff in life. Here was a bond that though it seemed very unlikely, (for he was from a rather low-end of town, his living situation was dreadful and he worked in a place the girl thought of as mediocre) with time it grew to be a wonderful and happy thing. She saw that he had a makings of a great provider and mate. So she looked past his living habits and his previous life issues and loved him.
Just a little-bit of time went by and the couple decided to move out of their mothers homes, first they thought of finding places close by each other, but where? He lived on one side of town, she the other. Then one of them, came up with the idea of moving in together, you know to save money and be together. It would get rid of all our problems they gaily thought.
So after a little planning they picked a place that was in the girls ‘area’ of life. One year lease signed, and all moved in they set to playing house the way they were taught. She thought most of his bad living habits would go away, because she believed him when he said they were not real, just something from having to live in his mothers house.
As the time went by, problems began to arise. The girl was not working, she wanted to go to school. The boy did not lose his bad habits. It should have been an okay deal really, they should have been able to work things out where they could balance each other. But because the boy cared so very much about work and the girl cared about his bad habits they could not work things out. They should have realize that if it would not change now, it would only get worse with time, but they were new at this game called House. They just wanted every thing to work out. She believed so much that with time maybe he would change. Turns out she didn’t believe that you can never change a boy into a man.
She did not give up, it became a conquest for her, to help him relies how much he has to offer her and the world. How much he was lacking as a person. She tried every thing she could think of to fix their relationship, to mend what was wrong, to heal the hurt and pain. She was so wrong in believing she would win. She wracked her mind for ways of making his see her point of view. How she thought she was right in what she believed. The girl had become what she hated most. After time had passed she understood she was the only one who cared about what she thought. She stopped caring as well, almost but not quite. She still cared, but she had given up trying. Turns out it was to late. The boy had worked his way up to where he was happy in his work, and he put much of his time and attention and love into his work that he seemed to lose interest in the girl. No one can blame him, she had become this horrible little monster to live with (or so she thought, and he wasn’t going to deny it). She found herself sinking into a deep darkness of anger, hate, and self made pain (mental pain mind you).
She had all but given up, she still loved him, wanted to love him more but could not bring herself to loving someone who she thought of as hurting and misunderstanding her. The boy did nothing to help their relationship, he just spend his time building his career, the love of his life.
Four times the earth went around the sun, and in that time the girl and boy were together. Someone said it was a four year hump, but they knew better, it was the bottom of the last hump together.
The girl thought this last time she would try her remaining card. Give the boy what he wants, his freedom. Even if that meant losing him, she loved him that much. Let the boy live on his own, maybe he would learn what he needed to learn on his own. If not, she would not be there to see it.
The girl thought is would be easy, but alas the pain of that thought hurt the girl more than any thing she had endured up to that time. Because of that pain, she knew it was right. She had her own lessons to learn, her own life to live.
The time has come to end my story, for now. Maybe I can tell a tale of some happiness over a hill.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Hapland Puzzle
I found this game, called Hapland Puzzle. It really is so much fun.
I had a lot of trouble figuring it out, Here is a walk through.
Do try to solve it before you read the walk through.
Open both windows and turn the arrow sign. Open the hatch and make the stick man pop out. Fire the first rock at bridge. Fire the second rock at bell. Fire both grenades at the bridge, and as it hovers over bridge, click on it. This will make the grenades pop into the air and explode. Fire the keycard at the bridge to make the stick man underneath open the door. Put the man into the cannon by clicking on him again and make another man pop out of the hatch. Have him fire the man in cannon up under the bell, but you must click on the spear to bend it slightly so that the stick man wont get speared. Click on the man under the bell to move the bell tower. Click the bell a few times to drop on spear, flinging rock onto mine blowing it up. Then, click on the door to make a man come out. He will walk past where the mine blew up. Just as he is about to enter the door, click on the man on the bottom. Note: This requires precise timing.
Here is Hapland Puzzle 2, I found a walk through online.
And here is Hapland Puzzle 3, fun fun fun people!!!
And it's walk through. I have not yet tested these, but I will soon.
I had a lot of trouble figuring it out, Here is a walk through.
Do try to solve it before you read the walk through.
Open both windows and turn the arrow sign. Open the hatch and make the stick man pop out. Fire the first rock at bridge. Fire the second rock at bell. Fire both grenades at the bridge, and as it hovers over bridge, click on it. This will make the grenades pop into the air and explode. Fire the keycard at the bridge to make the stick man underneath open the door. Put the man into the cannon by clicking on him again and make another man pop out of the hatch. Have him fire the man in cannon up under the bell, but you must click on the spear to bend it slightly so that the stick man wont get speared. Click on the man under the bell to move the bell tower. Click the bell a few times to drop on spear, flinging rock onto mine blowing it up. Then, click on the door to make a man come out. He will walk past where the mine blew up. Just as he is about to enter the door, click on the man on the bottom. Note: This requires precise timing.
Here is Hapland Puzzle 2, I found a walk through online.
And here is Hapland Puzzle 3, fun fun fun people!!!
And it's walk through. I have not yet tested these, but I will soon.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Natures Magic
I have found my new favorite place. Its this store called Natures Magic. It does not have a site that I can find, but it has been here in Louisville for a while now, I cant believe it took me this long to find it. It has herbs, books, tools, and fun stuff. I have not had a chance to explore it that much yet, but give me time. I cant wait.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
PPD
Pagan Pride Day is today.
Jessica (my new friend) and I will be going. Its about informing the public about other religions. And they will have vendors, which means stuff, fun stuff.
Jessica (my new friend) and I will be going. Its about informing the public about other religions. And they will have vendors, which means stuff, fun stuff.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
The Big Water
The night was dark and raining. It had been raining all day and all night. I was due into work at 1235 and because I love my job so much I was set on getting there. I knew if I could just make it to the freeway I would be off free. The alley way was completely under water, as was 6th street, the street in front of my building, the water covered all the sidewalk. I was just 8 blocks to the freeway.
Because it was so dark, I didn’t see how deep the water was till it was to late. I landed in four feet of water, that totally flooded my car and made it float. You have to keep a good speed while driving in water deeper than 6 inches, or you will lose momentum. I then hydro-planed into the deeper parts. Thanks to the Taco-Bell staff they helped me sail my car to the sidewalk and use the phone (as I don’t have a cell phone). Those people came out into 4 feet of water to help me, I have to say that’s really remarkable.
I was almost to the freeway when this happened, I had 2 blocks to go. Alex walked all the way to come get me (as we only have one car) so he could get me home safe. Our car is totaled, luckily for us, our insurance covered this.
Maybe Mother Nature was trying to tell me something, who knows, we have to get a new car now. Thank the Gods college is free, or I would be spending my college fund on a new car.
Because it was so dark, I didn’t see how deep the water was till it was to late. I landed in four feet of water, that totally flooded my car and made it float. You have to keep a good speed while driving in water deeper than 6 inches, or you will lose momentum. I then hydro-planed into the deeper parts. Thanks to the Taco-Bell staff they helped me sail my car to the sidewalk and use the phone (as I don’t have a cell phone). Those people came out into 4 feet of water to help me, I have to say that’s really remarkable.
I was almost to the freeway when this happened, I had 2 blocks to go. Alex walked all the way to come get me (as we only have one car) so he could get me home safe. Our car is totaled, luckily for us, our insurance covered this.
Maybe Mother Nature was trying to tell me something, who knows, we have to get a new car now. Thank the Gods college is free, or I would be spending my college fund on a new car.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Mabon
Today is Mabon.
Mabon is the name used by some Wiccans for one of the eight solar holidays or sabbats of Neopaganism. It is celebrated on the Autumnal Equinox, which in the northern hemisphere occurs on September 23rd (occasionally the 22nd) and in the southern hemisphere is circa March 21.
Also called Harvest Home, the Feast of the Ingathering, or simply Autumn Equinox, this holiday is a ritual of thanksgiving for the fruits of the earth and a recognition of the need to share them to secure the blessings of the Goddess and God during the winter months.
Among the sabbats, it is the second of the three harvest festivals, preceded by Lammas and followed by Samhain.
Mabon is the name used by some Wiccans for one of the eight solar holidays or sabbats of Neopaganism. It is celebrated on the Autumnal Equinox, which in the northern hemisphere occurs on September 23rd (occasionally the 22nd) and in the southern hemisphere is circa March 21.
Also called Harvest Home, the Feast of the Ingathering, or simply Autumn Equinox, this holiday is a ritual of thanksgiving for the fruits of the earth and a recognition of the need to share them to secure the blessings of the Goddess and God during the winter months.
Among the sabbats, it is the second of the three harvest festivals, preceded by Lammas and followed by Samhain.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
The Pink Flamgo
Yesterday I went to this party, it had a name, It was the Pink Flamgo Party. It had lots of alcohol and very strong frozen margaritas. After my second I was pretty much smashed. I some how got two more down and found out it is a really good thing I lived right across the alley.
The good thing about the party was that I think I made a new friend. I will divulge that I have been feeling rather lonely for a female friend, being as I had none that I could really relate with or could relate with me. I am hoping with my eyes closed tight that she will fill the emptiness I have had.
The good thing about the party was that I think I made a new friend. I will divulge that I have been feeling rather lonely for a female friend, being as I had none that I could really relate with or could relate with me. I am hoping with my eyes closed tight that she will fill the emptiness I have had.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
The Boxes
So job B is working at UPS, I am a Package Handler, really I drive a fork lift and love this job. Like I said befor, UPS pays my way through college and I have full ~free~ health insurance. I also really love and enjoy this job, no working with stupid customers, or stuck-up humans. I work hard for 4-5 hours a night, have the week ends off and its really close to home.
I have to say though, it’s a fun job.
About 8months ago my cousin posted about USPS ( not us) delivering a pathetic looking box, and it made me think.
After working at UPS for a while and seeing how things are done I now understand. It may be different over at ‘small sort’ (place that has only shipment under 30lbs stuff and No forks) but in my hub we smash stuff all the time. Don’t get me wrong, we DO NO do it on purpose, never, shit just happens. Like the other day this girl was lifting a skid (with a fork lift) with like 50 5-8 lbs boxes all wrapped up together with shrink wrap and the whole thing just fell over on its side. Not that easy to tilt back over being the whole thing weighted close to 300lbs and the shrink wrap busted, so we had to use the forks to try to save time, nope in the end we had to hand stack them all and rewrap it. You may think that’s not that big of a deal, but we have time limits and not enough space and that’s just a bloody nuisance. So yea in the process a couple boxes were smashed. Three out of fifty is good. I mean any thing can happen, we sometimes have to move fast, and if getting the job done on time means we have to flatten a corner of a box it might just happen. We don’t normally hurt what’s in the box, the box just gets a bit beat up.
I have to say though, it’s a fun job.
About 8months ago my cousin posted about USPS ( not us) delivering a pathetic looking box, and it made me think.
After working at UPS for a while and seeing how things are done I now understand. It may be different over at ‘small sort’ (place that has only shipment under 30lbs stuff and No forks) but in my hub we smash stuff all the time. Don’t get me wrong, we DO NO do it on purpose, never, shit just happens. Like the other day this girl was lifting a skid (with a fork lift) with like 50 5-8 lbs boxes all wrapped up together with shrink wrap and the whole thing just fell over on its side. Not that easy to tilt back over being the whole thing weighted close to 300lbs and the shrink wrap busted, so we had to use the forks to try to save time, nope in the end we had to hand stack them all and rewrap it. You may think that’s not that big of a deal, but we have time limits and not enough space and that’s just a bloody nuisance. So yea in the process a couple boxes were smashed. Three out of fifty is good. I mean any thing can happen, we sometimes have to move fast, and if getting the job done on time means we have to flatten a corner of a box it might just happen. We don’t normally hurt what’s in the box, the box just gets a bit beat up.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Lammas
Today is Lammas.
Lammas Day (loaf-mass day), the festival of the first wheat harvest of the year.
This festival is also known as Lughnasadh, a feast to commemorate the funeral games (Tailtean Games) of Tailtiu, foster-mother of the Irish sun-god Lugh. Lammas is a Cross-quarter day occurring 1/4 of a year after Beltane.
Lammas is a Gaelic holiday celebrated on the full moon nearest the midpoint between the summer solstice and autumnal equinox, during the time of the harvesting.
Some Neopagans mark the holiday by baking a figure of the God in bread, and then symbolically sacrificing and eating it.
Lammas Day (loaf-mass day), the festival of the first wheat harvest of the year.
This festival is also known as Lughnasadh, a feast to commemorate the funeral games (Tailtean Games) of Tailtiu, foster-mother of the Irish sun-god Lugh. Lammas is a Cross-quarter day occurring 1/4 of a year after Beltane.
Lammas is a Gaelic holiday celebrated on the full moon nearest the midpoint between the summer solstice and autumnal equinox, during the time of the harvesting.
Some Neopagans mark the holiday by baking a figure of the God in bread, and then symbolically sacrificing and eating it.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
Bera Art Fair
The Bera Art Fair is this week end. I cant wait to go. The whole family is going, well not the whole family, Alex cant make it because his job wont give him up. I will miss him.
The last time I went to the Bera Art fair was over two years ago with Mom, it was our week end we spent together. I Had so much fun then.
The only way we get to go now is all due to Aunties generosity, she is selflessly putting us up in a motel room for the night.
The main reason I want to go to Bera is for this tea, I love his Spearmint tea, it is so fresh and smells like ecstasy.
The last time I went to the Bera Art fair was over two years ago with Mom, it was our week end we spent together. I Had so much fun then.
The only way we get to go now is all due to Aunties generosity, she is selflessly putting us up in a motel room for the night.
The main reason I want to go to Bera is for this tea, I love his Spearmint tea, it is so fresh and smells like ecstasy.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
There are Worse Choices
So, I have taken Job B and I will take neither A or C. Walking into the interview for Job C was strange for me. Yes it is something I want, but at what cost?
There are few things in my life that I can not and I really mean I just cant tolerate. Those things are the three things I am not allowed to talk about with other people. I can type them though. Sex, religion, and politicks.
Okay maybe four things, the forth being stupid people.
What has this to do with Job C? Well, as I walked into job C’s interview I did notice (with my eyes that see these things more than other people notice) all the christen crap. I guess I should tell you what this job was, it was a C.N.A. training and position at baptist East Hospital.
Okay so a lot of people would now claim I had lost my head, who cares about all the god-fearing-critter crap, and that one pages in their application about upholding certain beliefs in the hospital. It was a great opportunity, I just don’t know how long I could have worked in a place like that, surrounding myself with a problem I am working on. It would have been like throwing watered down gas on this fire I am trying to put out.
So no, I did not take the job. Call me crazy, but I have made worst choices in my life.
There are few things in my life that I can not and I really mean I just cant tolerate. Those things are the three things I am not allowed to talk about with other people. I can type them though. Sex, religion, and politicks.
Okay maybe four things, the forth being stupid people.
What has this to do with Job C? Well, as I walked into job C’s interview I did notice (with my eyes that see these things more than other people notice) all the christen crap. I guess I should tell you what this job was, it was a C.N.A. training and position at baptist East Hospital.
Okay so a lot of people would now claim I had lost my head, who cares about all the god-fearing-critter crap, and that one pages in their application about upholding certain beliefs in the hospital. It was a great opportunity, I just don’t know how long I could have worked in a place like that, surrounding myself with a problem I am working on. It would have been like throwing watered down gas on this fire I am trying to put out.
So no, I did not take the job. Call me crazy, but I have made worst choices in my life.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Help, What do I do?
I have a problem, I have been offered and I have planned on taking a terrific job ( we will call Job A) in 2 months, this is a dream job to most and something that is close to my heart although it is not what I wish to be doing for the rest of my life, it is a once-in-a-life-time opportunity. Next I have a job offer ( we will call Job B), that pays excellent, has superb benefits (such as paying my way through college, and free health insh.), and I know it will be a good job, yet it does not have enough hours, it has maybe 15-20 hours a week, it may pay great but not for so little time, and I know that I can not get more hours. It would have to be more like a second job.
Now comes the problem, I have just had a phone call, asking me for an interview, I thought the interviews for this job( yup, Job C) were over a week ago, guess not. This job interview is for something that I have wanted for a long time, it will be a great step towards my life dream job. I do know, it is not a once-in-a-life-time opportunity, but it would be a significant job.
I might not be able to take Job B with this last one, being as both could be 3rd shifts. I just don’t know what to do, I have never had to deal with this, I have never ever had this type of luck, or can I in this case call it misfortune? It would have been fortunate if Job C had come before I ever saw Job A . If I take Job A, then I can work Job B for the time till Job A comes along. I believe Job C has a contract. Now I can not be sure I will get Job C, but I know I have only not acquired 2 jobs, once I got an interview. I will know after 9am tomorrow morning.
So I am asking every one who reads this to please tell me what would You do? Job A, B, or C?
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
I have found this really awesome thing on Break.com. I mean other than the many other awesome things. It’s a bush remix of U2’s Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
Sounds great.
This is about the only great thing the man has ever done, even though it was not he who made it.
Sounds great.
This is about the only great thing the man has ever done, even though it was not he who made it.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Pain of Loss
On the night of the 9th, a Tuesday I lost something to me that was very beloved. I have never had to endure such a thing before. Not like this. I feel so lost and empty. I keep thinking back to the time prior to when all was well, I cant believe that was only a week past. It happened so fast, I did not have time to prepare myself. I was in denial most of the time, and up to the last moment I still could not believe. At least he went well, if you can say that there is a “well” way to die. I guess it was better that he went so quick, for him.
It has not stopped raining since he left. I thank the mother for her understanding to my pain. Rain always sooths me. Its very calming, to my soul. I find it a tranquil place to think. For I am still resentful and bitter about his demise.
I have learned my lesson dearly, only the wealthy may have pets. The people who can afford to spend huge amounts, amounts that don’t keep them from noticing what bills they can not pay that month. Only those persons can have little furry bundles of love, being to keep them from feeling lonely.
I will always cherish my baby Gambit. Even though we only had him for such a short time, we loved him. He was so happy and free. He was like my little tiger. I hope he is in a better place now.
It has not stopped raining since he left. I thank the mother for her understanding to my pain. Rain always sooths me. Its very calming, to my soul. I find it a tranquil place to think. For I am still resentful and bitter about his demise.
I have learned my lesson dearly, only the wealthy may have pets. The people who can afford to spend huge amounts, amounts that don’t keep them from noticing what bills they can not pay that month. Only those persons can have little furry bundles of love, being to keep them from feeling lonely.
I will always cherish my baby Gambit. Even though we only had him for such a short time, we loved him. He was so happy and free. He was like my little tiger. I hope he is in a better place now.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Books = Happiness
I have found the site that will lead me to my happiness. At least some of it. When I was in middle school (Niu Valley) I worked in the library for a year, because of this I got to see the mature book area. In this area there were a set of ‘books’. Also known is comics. They were called ‘Elf Quest’. They are called Elf Quest. The library had books 1-9, I read them All at least 3 times each. That was 10 years ago.Today I have books 1-5 and I have been having trouble finding the rest. It least the original colour books. But last night I found a site, I can't believe I never found it before, I don’t know why. I can't tell you why, I feel stupid for not finding it before. This site will give me the rest and the new stories. They should have the books I need.
The other matter is that there are books I Want. Me, being the book lover I am, I have this strong urge to find the first editions. Or maybe not so new, just not the stuff they are printing today. Lets say the books pre-DC, when they were strait Warp Graphics.
I am now on the look out for book 6, 7, 8, and 9. There are a lot more now and I will work on those later.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Ice Cream Baby!!!
I am going to cut the sugar dependency. I cant stand it any more. I don’t want to crave any thing ever again. This is not who I am, I am a strong person, I can handle it.
As a joke I was thinking about substitution one addiction for another, so I thought it would be amusing to start smoking. But I just can't see myself doing such a disgusting thing. I mean being overweight is pretty repellent, but what hurts/kills more, smells or sight, your lungs or your heart? So I am thinking, maybe over working, or running myself silly. I could just stop eating all together.
I AM Joking people.
If you have never been addicted to something then you can never understand. And if you want to say that sugar is not an addiction then you have never been addicted to any thing.
I want to blame all my problems on sugar. It has made me depressed and angry. And yet I find that I just don’t want to live without it. I feel so alone with this problem, and yet over a third of america has this problem. (correct me if I am wrong there)
All I can think of most of the time is when can I gush over to my favorite ice cream place for a $1.43 cone that tastes like I am eating creamy white heaven.
I have to stop this thing. I cant be who I want to be like this. I have to change.
Change is a good thing. I will embrace it, it will strengthen me.
So be it. Blessed Be.
As a joke I was thinking about substitution one addiction for another, so I thought it would be amusing to start smoking. But I just can't see myself doing such a disgusting thing. I mean being overweight is pretty repellent, but what hurts/kills more, smells or sight, your lungs or your heart? So I am thinking, maybe over working, or running myself silly. I could just stop eating all together.
I AM Joking people.
If you have never been addicted to something then you can never understand. And if you want to say that sugar is not an addiction then you have never been addicted to any thing.
I want to blame all my problems on sugar. It has made me depressed and angry. And yet I find that I just don’t want to live without it. I feel so alone with this problem, and yet over a third of america has this problem. (correct me if I am wrong there)
All I can think of most of the time is when can I gush over to my favorite ice cream place for a $1.43 cone that tastes like I am eating creamy white heaven.
I have to stop this thing. I cant be who I want to be like this. I have to change.
Change is a good thing. I will embrace it, it will strengthen me.
So be it. Blessed Be.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Holy Cow Gonzo!!!
I just saw the scariest, crazies, funniest thing in my whole life. I was going a google search and I came up with the idea of looking up “why are the Christians crazy”. I got to page 6 and
found This. I don’t know if I should have stopped at page 5 because now I think I might have nightmares. Holy Cow.
Pun intended.
I had to watch it a few times just to see if this was really real. I am really blown away, I don’t know what to say, please let me know what you think.
I guess all I can say right now is. WOW.
found This. I don’t know if I should have stopped at page 5 because now I think I might have nightmares. Holy Cow.
Pun intended.
I had to watch it a few times just to see if this was really real. I am really blown away, I don’t know what to say, please let me know what you think.
I guess all I can say right now is. WOW.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Purple Balloons
I want a whole bunch of purple balloons. I want to put all my dreams in the purple balloons and let them fly away because that’s how I feel about my dreams. That if I ever let them go, they will go far away. But I just want to give them up. Because I know that no matter how hard to try to touch them, they will always be out of my reach. It’s like they are tied to the back of my wrist, and my other hand is tied to my foot, and there is no way to get closer. I want to just let go. To stop dreaming, to stop trying, to forget about this life I apparently don’t possess. I mean I really have no purpose here, no need to be here,
Why the hell should I live a life where all I am going to do, is fight to stay afloat. What is the line of reasoning in struggling to be in this world? I guess there is happiness, but its kind of hard when you are so different (by choice, who wants to be a mannequin) that there is no one similar to you, so its really hard to make friends. I mean real friends here, not just people you have to pretend to be like, so they will accept you. Or that you just don’t think like very one else so its hard to see other individuals reason of their attitudes. Family is a great reason, yet I still feel so alone, even if I do love them more than the detest I have for my life. Or better yet, lack of currency. I know that this has been said lots of times, but people who say money cant buy happiness, have never been down here. And if they have, and now have money and are still not happy, then its their problem with themselves.
I know a certain person who made it up from the bottom, and should know that money makes life comfortable, much more secure. Fixes quite a few problems that would otherwise never be fixed. I will say, if done right, money can make dreams happen. If you say otherwise, then you have surly been given everything.
What’s the point? I have a great way of thinking about my self, it is what I see myself as. it's a great metaphor.
Welcome to my Hormonal Ocean, I have my good waves, great for surfing, and my low days, lets say those suck. So I have alot of ups and downs, but I want to explain, I am a very deep person, my ocean is deep and dark, so for those of you who know waves, can you tell me, how’s my surf?
Why the hell should I live a life where all I am going to do, is fight to stay afloat. What is the line of reasoning in struggling to be in this world? I guess there is happiness, but its kind of hard when you are so different (by choice, who wants to be a mannequin) that there is no one similar to you, so its really hard to make friends. I mean real friends here, not just people you have to pretend to be like, so they will accept you. Or that you just don’t think like very one else so its hard to see other individuals reason of their attitudes. Family is a great reason, yet I still feel so alone, even if I do love them more than the detest I have for my life. Or better yet, lack of currency. I know that this has been said lots of times, but people who say money cant buy happiness, have never been down here. And if they have, and now have money and are still not happy, then its their problem with themselves.
I know a certain person who made it up from the bottom, and should know that money makes life comfortable, much more secure. Fixes quite a few problems that would otherwise never be fixed. I will say, if done right, money can make dreams happen. If you say otherwise, then you have surly been given everything.
What’s the point? I have a great way of thinking about my self, it is what I see myself as. it's a great metaphor.
Welcome to my Hormonal Ocean, I have my good waves, great for surfing, and my low days, lets say those suck. So I have alot of ups and downs, but I want to explain, I am a very deep person, my ocean is deep and dark, so for those of you who know waves, can you tell me, how’s my surf?
Monday, February 27, 2006
The Best one Yet!!!
Alex just showed me the coolest thing ever.
This site is so awesome, I mean it is so funny I am sure I wet my self, I just have not stopped laughing yet.
The site has so many things to watch, It is a nice place to laugh your stress away.
This site is so awesome, I mean it is so funny I am sure I wet my self, I just have not stopped laughing yet.
The site has so many things to watch, It is a nice place to laugh your stress away.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
The Hottest!!!
I have just a few favorite X-Men, Those being Rogue, Jean Grey , and Emma Frost. I don’t know what it is about the idea of telepathic abilities that fascinates me, I guess I have always Loved the idea of knowing why people do the things they do and feel the why they feel and I guess it would be easier to understand those things if you had telepathic abilities. I love Rogue because she can be any thing she wants to be and she had a thing for Gambit. And she is hot.
Oh, and I have always loved the chic’s.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
My Rock is Not So Hard.
Sometimes I wish I could just live under a rock. I mean, what is the point of life, and the purpose to live if your entire life will be to struggle, and work and get no where no matter how hard you try? Some people would then say to me (and have) ‘then you are not trying hard enough’.
I want to know why it is that giving up is a bad thing to do? If the other side is getting no closer, if every step forward is still and always 2 steps back, and the tunnel is getting darker, not lighter, why must we think any thing is going to bloody change.
Yes, I know I am be negative, and maybe this is just a test of self-something or other. And that my people is why I have not yet given up, because I have put this stupid thought in my head that things maybe, might, possibly, optimistically change for the better. I am looking out for the small glimmer of happiness that might just draw closer, close enough to give some hope.
Or I might be found by some one and given all the chances I need on a sliver platter. But wait, I have someone, and I love that one, and my family loves him, and his family loves me, and we can live with love. Right?
I am the type of person who wants to help people. I AM the person who if I have the money I would give it away. Its funny because some people don’t think that way. Like a couple certain family members of mine. I over heard them talking about what they would do and buy if they won the lotto. They were talking about the types of cars they would get, and how much land they would buy around their already large piece of land. Places they would go, casinos they would hit, happiness they would buy.
Since I was part of the space, I happened to reveal the things I might do if I had that kind of Karma. I said I would send my sister to any college she could get into, set my mother up so she could stop working herself to death, pay off her debts and make it so she can go to see her mother any time she wanted, situate my older sister to a point where she can be comfortable, send my favorite teacher a car, set up Alex’s mother and sister. I would send a money gift to my cousin so he could have the wedding of their dreams. I would send my younger cousin a thousand earrings so she if she loses a single earrings, she will have plenty more. I would pay off my families obligations to the rest of the family so that we will never feel like the low end of the tree.
Oh and I might get to go to school, have a real bed, a couch to sit on own a car that runs all the time and doesn’t leak.
Yea, they then said they would be sure to set up trust funds for all the nieces and nephews. What ever!
If there is one thing the people in that tree are dense about is that the just-world hypothesis is mostly a crock of $#!). My loved ones do not deserve the life-style they have to live in, they did nothing wrong. Why is it that the bad people acquire the more comfortable lives, and the good people have to fight to live healthy. I would love to pile every thing on the real bad person, but a some-what similar thing happened to him.
So it all boils down to the fact that I have anger issues, and a bad temper, I want justice and fairness. And some anti-depressants. Oh wait, I Hate drugs, good thing I can be my own shrink. Which in that case means I still want to live under a rock.
I want to know why it is that giving up is a bad thing to do? If the other side is getting no closer, if every step forward is still and always 2 steps back, and the tunnel is getting darker, not lighter, why must we think any thing is going to bloody change.
Yes, I know I am be negative, and maybe this is just a test of self-something or other. And that my people is why I have not yet given up, because I have put this stupid thought in my head that things maybe, might, possibly, optimistically change for the better. I am looking out for the small glimmer of happiness that might just draw closer, close enough to give some hope.
Or I might be found by some one and given all the chances I need on a sliver platter. But wait, I have someone, and I love that one, and my family loves him, and his family loves me, and we can live with love. Right?
I am the type of person who wants to help people. I AM the person who if I have the money I would give it away. Its funny because some people don’t think that way. Like a couple certain family members of mine. I over heard them talking about what they would do and buy if they won the lotto. They were talking about the types of cars they would get, and how much land they would buy around their already large piece of land. Places they would go, casinos they would hit, happiness they would buy.
Since I was part of the space, I happened to reveal the things I might do if I had that kind of Karma. I said I would send my sister to any college she could get into, set my mother up so she could stop working herself to death, pay off her debts and make it so she can go to see her mother any time she wanted, situate my older sister to a point where she can be comfortable, send my favorite teacher a car, set up Alex’s mother and sister. I would send a money gift to my cousin so he could have the wedding of their dreams. I would send my younger cousin a thousand earrings so she if she loses a single earrings, she will have plenty more. I would pay off my families obligations to the rest of the family so that we will never feel like the low end of the tree.
Oh and I might get to go to school, have a real bed, a couch to sit on own a car that runs all the time and doesn’t leak.
Yea, they then said they would be sure to set up trust funds for all the nieces and nephews. What ever!
If there is one thing the people in that tree are dense about is that the just-world hypothesis is mostly a crock of $#!). My loved ones do not deserve the life-style they have to live in, they did nothing wrong. Why is it that the bad people acquire the more comfortable lives, and the good people have to fight to live healthy. I would love to pile every thing on the real bad person, but a some-what similar thing happened to him.
So it all boils down to the fact that I have anger issues, and a bad temper, I want justice and fairness. And some anti-depressants. Oh wait, I Hate drugs, good thing I can be my own shrink. Which in that case means I still want to live under a rock.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Grandma’s charity for one.
I know I should not be bitter, or even let myself think down this path, but it is a remorseless thought. What my grandmother gave to one, could have been five or more to another. Its like giving one poor (although not poor in my case) person a $50,000 car, when that could have been five $12,500 cars. I do not think people without cars will be picky or selective.
My grandmother has now gotten to the point that she has forgotten she promised my older sister the funds to go to college. So my sister put the tuition on her card. Those funds never came, my sister had to leave school, and pay off a part of a degree she will never have. This information is something few people know. The only reason why I am spilling this secret be cause I am fuming. I know by saying this it may hurt a person I don’t want to hurt. I am sorry, but I cant and wont help that.
Why do I now tell this, when it happened years ago? Because a similar case could have transpired. I am upset because it will be me paying for my younger sister to go to college. Lets hope that the brains she possesses will get her something to help. Before I can do that, I have to be in a place to make that kind of money. My younger sister is intelligent, and so no community college will sustain her.
So this year I will work on my anger, and get myself through college, at least the career I chose is willing to pay my way. I just have to pay for the prerequisites first. Oh yea, the government does help me because I need it that bad.
I feel better.
Blessed Be
My grandmother has now gotten to the point that she has forgotten she promised my older sister the funds to go to college. So my sister put the tuition on her card. Those funds never came, my sister had to leave school, and pay off a part of a degree she will never have. This information is something few people know. The only reason why I am spilling this secret be cause I am fuming. I know by saying this it may hurt a person I don’t want to hurt. I am sorry, but I cant and wont help that.
Why do I now tell this, when it happened years ago? Because a similar case could have transpired. I am upset because it will be me paying for my younger sister to go to college. Lets hope that the brains she possesses will get her something to help. Before I can do that, I have to be in a place to make that kind of money. My younger sister is intelligent, and so no community college will sustain her.
So this year I will work on my anger, and get myself through college, at least the career I chose is willing to pay my way. I just have to pay for the prerequisites first. Oh yea, the government does help me because I need it that bad.
I feel better.
Blessed Be
It Has Been A Month
Wow a whole month has gone by. I have missed my blog. I am now back.
I will being doing all sorts of things, trying new ideas, and putting it all here.
Wish me luck, or not beacuse I dont really need it to much. Not on everything, just
some things.
I want to be a happy person this year. So I will be releasing my negative Chi.
But wait, I am not unleasing it, I will be putting it into objects and then cleansing
them.
I am excited.
Blessed Be
I will being doing all sorts of things, trying new ideas, and putting it all here.
Wish me luck, or not beacuse I dont really need it to much. Not on everything, just
some things.
I want to be a happy person this year. So I will be releasing my negative Chi.
But wait, I am not unleasing it, I will be putting it into objects and then cleansing
them.
I am excited.
Blessed Be
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