I dunno if you missed me or not, but I'm back (Much to the chagrin of those who had hoped I had left permanently, I hope. I told you it'd take more than that to get rid of me!) My PC guru, Dave-across-the-street, volunteered to put some new stuff on my 'puter. In doing so, he found many, many problems, and hence it took 48 hours and many headaches to get me up and ruinning again.....up, rinning, bigger, and better , much better than before. All for the tune of $80 because...
As of tomorrow, I have 5 weeks until I get to see my honey again. This may seem like a lot to some people, but to us, this is the home stretch. After an 'annus horriblis', there is finally light at the end if the tunnel and it's getting brighter every day. Oddly enough, the closer we get to being reunited the more we miss each other, the harder we feel those pangs of separation. 35 more days of fallling asleep and waking up alone, and then I'll be able to fall asleep to the...
...a manicure and some slightly expensive yarn to knit a poncho with. Yes, a poncho. More about that to follow.... I got a manicure this morning. On the spur of the moment I decided I wanted pretty nails, so I went and got them done. I feel very.....decadent, considering all the bitching I've done in the past about not really being able to afford them and those on welfare having nails that are 6 inches long. But hey, Dave's been encouraging me to go do something ...
as most of you know, i live on an air force base. we have planes on air force bases. big ones. with big engines. here where i'm at, we have B-1 bombers. huge things. very loud. for some reason, tonight is the night that the people on mid-shift have chosen to fire up those engines for 30 - 45 seconds, let them die down again for 5 mins, then fire them up again. no amount of double glazing, ai rconditioning, or background noise is going to shut out the sound of ...
This isn't being dragged out of me, this is being done voluntarily. This isn't a manipulation, this isn't a plea, this is just a statement of fact. Frank, I give a shit about you, and about your situation. It bothers me that you're upset with me BECAUSE I give a shit. I'm glad that you've found someone you love, and I'm glad that you have found some way to help those less fortunate than yourself. I think that's an admirable thing to do, considering that you ar...
I knitted a beenie for Phoenixboi a couple of weeks ago. It's the first thing I made for someone (an adult, anyway) outside of my family, and I was really quite nervous about it. I didn't drop any stitches, but felt that my finishing skills could have been a little better.... ...but anyway, I mailed it off last Monday, and have been nervously waiting for him to let me know he got it ever since then. He emailed me today, and he got it! And it fits! And he says h...
The kittens will be ready to go to new homes shirtly. They're all walking and are starting to eat solid foods. Brad (who turned out to be a girl, incidentally) is the most adventurous, always climbing over and going under things to see what's new and interesting. Jill and Chester look almost Himalayan in their facial structure and fur length, Rupert is still the biggest, and Tiny Tim and Spot are the daintiest little black kitties I think I've ever seen. I thought that th...
Ok, I've posted pictures of myself and my family on this site. Now it's your turn. I'd really like to be able to put faces to names. So far I know what Brad, Karma, Muggy, Mack, Imajinit, Trinitie, Pete, Mr Frog, Gerry-Attrick, Janders, Suspeckted, Wreckless Eric, Trina, Corio and Jamie and his family look like. I'd really like to know what Teresa, Shades, Dev, Marco, Mignuna, NickyG, Greywar, Pseudosoldier Werewolf, Little Whip and her Master, Bakerstreet, Kingb...
I've recognized within myself the capcity to hate recently. It's been quite a revelation. I'm still exploring these emotions that I've been feeling, but I'm pretty sure they're hatred. Let me explain: a couple of years ago, my friend purchased a pit bull puppy from an Airman. The puppy had had it's ears clipped, to make them stand up (a procedure I disagree with, but that's neither here nor there). By the Airman (who shall be referred to as asshole from here-on out).&nbs...
I'm readin a book called 'Leaning Into The Wind'...it's a series of essays and poems by women about their life as farmers, ranchers, and homsteaders on the high plains. This essay is by Louise Steneck, and it;s called 'The Handmaiden'. I found it quite powerful.....I think that you might too. 'This is how I helped him die. He was a tiny piglet, no larger than my hand, born with a gaping hole in his skull. His few alloted hours of life would be hours of suffering. I ...
Bob's not dead!!! I am such a dumb ass! He had just moulted and had gone way inside his shell, so far in that I couldn't see him at all. I had put what I thought was his empty shell on the kitchen counter, and when I saw it on the floor earlier thought that one of the kids had knocked it down...until I picked it up and saw Bob's pale pink legs sticking out! Yay! Bob's alive!
I have lower back problems. I herniated the disc between L1 and L2 and I have arthritis in L2. It's painful, and it makes walking or standing painful. Heeled shoes don't do me any favors either. I had heard from a yoga teacher that Kalso Earth Shoes might help. They have this 'negative heel' deal in them, which throws your spine into the proper alignment. I asked my doc about it, and he said the theory had some merit to it, so I went off in search of some Earth sh...
....that there are people here who kick ass. Who aren't afraid to be totally honest about themselves or their circumstances. Who have no pretentions, or who put on airs-and-graces. Who are able to see through the BS and cut to the truth. Those are the people who make me want to keep blogging. Then again..... There are people here who will claim to be anything that fits their particular argument at the time. Who refuse to provide any factual information to back up their claim...
Jacques moulted overnight. I got up this morning and found him, pink and naked, in the tank. I've had to quarantine him in the travel tank so the Tud and Martin won't bother him...and I think that may have been what happened to Bob. Crabs are soft, naked and incredibly vulnerable when they've just shed their old exoskeleton, and I'm prepared to bet that Bob got attacked whilst he was in that condition. It's my fault, really...I should have been a bit more aware and moved him...
Bob the crab has died. He had buried himself a couple of days ago, and I thought that he was going to moult..I kept checking on him to see if he was still with us, and he was. In fact, they got a bath on Tuesday and they were all fine then. This evening I noticed Martin picking at Bob's shell, and saw that all that was left of poor Bob was his big pincher. The others had eaten the rest of him. Davey is going to be terribly upset. He's asleep, and I don't want to wake h...