Earlier today, as I was stuck dog sitting, I sat with my needlepoint and pattern in hand...

Fuck... Fuck... Fuck.Fuck.FUCK!

The pattern wasn't working right and I realized I had screwed up somewhere around 3 days ago. I had to rip out half of what I had accomplished on my first project since trying to pick up this hobby again. And in the midst of doing so I realized something...

I didn't have to make it right, no one would have known the difference between a few missing stitches and the ones that were put in the right place. I wanted to make it right.

How many chances does life offer for a genuine do-over? How many times do you get a second chance to really make something right?

That thought took a lot of the anger away as I appreciated the simple chance to start over when so often we are not granted the ability to do so. Sometimes all it takes is the right perspective and all is right again with the world.

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You want to know about my favorite part of sleeping with a man?

(totally safe for work) more...

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1 Oh, that is so.... well, true, I suppose. And I so do not fart in my sleep!

Posted by: Ogre at August 18, 2005 10:33 AM (/k+l4)

2 My least favorite part of sleeping with a woman is when she gets all snuggly and I end up pinned against the wall and falling into that little crack between the bed and the wall.

Posted by: Telebush at August 18, 2005 12:32 PM (rKPyj)

3 I feel bad for all the girls who have to sleep next to a hairy back...... Oh and 100% agreement with Tele on falling off the bed.

Posted by: the Pirate at August 18, 2005 02:36 PM (SksyN)

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I sat here thinking about this whole situation a lot over the last couple of days and I realized two things.

1. I am without a doubt my father's daughter
2. It's not about the money.

It irks me that my family is out the money but it isn't the end of the world that we are. Assuming the jackass goes to his court date at least some of the money will be returned by the courts. That means only the car costs and chiropractic costs will be left unpaid.

What really irritates me is the fact that my dad has jumped though hoop after hoop because of this pair. The time off work, the trips to the auto shop, the time spent thinking about what to do. The girl has been nothing but disrespectful from the beginning but Dad has a soft spot for people that live a tougher life than he does. He excuses away bad behavior with reasons of their stress or worry. Sometimes I think he'd just keel over on the spot if someone tapped him on the shoulder and said 'Thanks for all you've done but your services are no longer needed - no one in the world needs helping anymore.'

And because of that generosity he now has a car in his posession and there is nothing he can do with it. He doesn't have the title so he can't sell it. And even if he wanted to just hand it back to her and be assed out the cash, he can't - she won't return his calls and he doesn't know her address. The car is the stress on his life that he doesn't need.

So I believe Eric said it best earlier '... some people need a good beating, that is for sure...'

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Remember that accident I was in a month ago? Yeah, still not resolved.

The guy who was driving, that got arrested, and I bailed out of jail? Not returning my phone calls. Where's my $1600, pal?

The chick who's car he was driving? Still being a manipulative bitch. Not returning phone calls either. Dad took her car to be repaired under the agreement that she either repaid the money or would give him the title so he could sell it. Now she's doing neither. She wants it to run perfectly before she makes a decision. It had an exhaust leak and it sounded like a go kart before the accident. What do you want from us bitch? Where's the $1700?

Why am I so angry about it right now? Because I care about my dad and I care about how much stress he is under and I care about nice guys getting screwed over. He was nice to these people because I was in the car at the time of the accident...no.other.reason. Dad has just found out that his wife may have cancer, again. Yes, again. This would make the third time for her, I believe. And while I don't like the woman, I don't wish that torture on her or for the anguish it puts my dad through.

So I am angry at these two yahoos for kicking a gift horse in the teeth. I feel like my hands are tied since this is all taking place in LA and I am not there. And I can't make my dad teach them a lesson. He has bigger, more important things going on in his life. When push comes to shove he'd probably take the hit to the wallet just to avoid the hassle of court.

If anyone in LA wants to handle this for me or break a jackasses knees in Brooklyn, let me know.

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I woke up his morning with the distinct feeling that something, somewhere, was going terribly wrong..if it hadn't already. Not quite a panic but more than a worry - it started my day very poorly.

So far I haven't figured out what the evil I was feeling is so maybe it was just my dream...

I woke up in the middle of a dream where I was house sitting with friends. We were watching something on TV and a few of us were getting a little too loud. Cops showed up and sentenced me to pay for the actions of all with 10 mins in jail. I set off to find the jail and was having one hell of a time doing it. A little later my best friend showed up with the same sentence. She and I were still trying to find the jail and having no luck. We asked cop after cop in the middle of festivals that were going on. We made it to the justice center but the family area with food courts, shopping, fountains, and lush green terraces was so hugely like a mall that we still could not find where official business was to be conducted. We talked as we walked and discovered the officers who had handed out our sentences told each of us individually that we were paying for the actions of one man... and that each of our friends would continue to do so until he stopped. I was tearfully asking yet another officer how to find our way to jail and listening to him tell me to come back at 2am when things would be quicker when I woke up...

I hope this day is better than it feels like it's going to be...

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WitNit has a list of things said by Dennis Miller that I believe everyone should go read. But I'm biased... I find Dennis Miller to be funny... usually just stating something that should be obvious, but somehow that is funny to me.

Anyhow... this one struck a little close to home...

"Never ever discount the idea of marriage. Sure, someone might tell you that marriage is just a piece of paper. Well, so is money, and what's more life-affirming than cold, hard cash?"

You see...I've dated more than my fair share of anti-marriage commitment phobes that were ready to angrily and disgustedly wrap me in plastic and toss me to the curb like a 3 day old fish carcass accidentally left to bake in the sun on the kitchen counter while they flitted off for a posh weekend with their toothpicky mistress... that is once things got a little rocky or I dared complain... They'd never give me up on good terms - I mean, come on... this is me we're talking about... and who throws out a perfectly good doormat? You at least wait until it gets signs of wear or a touch of mildew...

If I viewed marriage like the piece of paper that they thought it was, I might be married...or I might at least be able to see myself married at some point in the future. Right now, that ain't happening. Just call me Jade-d.

Sure, sure...I hear what you're saying...It must be that my parents getting divorced that jaded me so. Sorry, no. It isn't the divorcees that have me down on marriage. It isn't the people that have gotten re-married. It is the vast sea of unhappiness I see in people that have chosen to stay married. I respect the whole til death do we part and I have issues with the 'if it doesn't feel good, don't do it' society of today, but COME ON! My parents staying married did me absolutely NO favors. Couples that aren't honest with one another... couples that talk disparagingly about one another (sometimes in front of the other person...or in public)... couples where half stays late at work just to get some peace... It's all the bad marriages out there that makes me wary. I can think of only one example of a good marriage out of all my family, friends, and exes. Those don't seem like good odds to me, especially not with my track record of winners...

But there is one thing that I think marriage and money have in common... neither one can ever make you truly happy...

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Part of the mandatory requirements for the cadaver course I took in high school (go read here if you don't know what I'm talking about) were two parents' nights. The first one had great repercussions leading me to believe you should always avoid doing your best work, unless you know that no one will find out it was you...

The night of the first presentation was what you would expect...rundown of the highlights, say some thank yous to the people who donated to us, give some awards to people that were especially helpful in fasciliating our program...but the best part was showing off our handywork.

My parents came in and checked out Lucy for a minute or two before Dad got too queasy to take it anymore. Guess he can deal with the dying, just not the dead. Apparently he damn near faints at the sight of blood too (not that there was any)... are we sure I'm related to him? Anyhow, Dad went next door to examine more pleasant sundries ... the cookies and punch ... while Mom jealously investigated our cadavers.

'You're getting a better gross anatomy class than I ever got in school!' she bitterly protested, while still somehow proud of me. Now you tell me that's not scary... a bunch of high school students get more up close and personal time with the inner workings of human anatomy than someone paid to actually care for your health and well-being? YIKES!

But just when I thought I could escape the night in triumph with something to hold not one but both of my parents ... reality set in...

There had been enough opportunity for a parent-teacher conference from which I was unknowingly absent. Being the loving, kind, caring, adoring instructor that she is, she talked up my talents. She told them how I stayed late, never let anything get in my way, and did fantastic detail work, carefully removing fat and connective tissue from muscles, nerves, veins, and arteries. At this point I imagine my parents looked at one another quizzically... this could not be their daughter she was speaking of... their daughter wouldn't load the dishwasher because the task was 'too icky.' She reassured them that nothing about Lucy was too icky for me....

And with my girly cover forever blown, I did the dishes from then on....

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I have had a roller coaster of a weekend and I'm not sure I'm still the same person. I mean, what kind of ass-kicking, name-taking, un-apologizing princess does crafts?

I don't know what to tell you, folks... but I have paint brushes and plans... this could get a little strange...

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I just got home from lunch with a potential new roommate.

The high points:
Crab cakes
Pitchers of beer

The iffy points:
Young'in
Frat Boy

I've been talking with a friend about moving into a four bedroom house with him, his roommate, and his friend (the guy I was just introduced to). That would make 2 guys, 2 girls...but we haven't found a house yet.

I'm eager to live with someone I can actually interact with and I'm sick of living under the back up cast for riverdance...but am I really eager enough to move in with a couple of frat boys that I could hardly hold a conversation with? Don't get me wrong...I have nothing against the guys whatsoever. It's just that they are much more interested in which restaurant to get drunk at or eat crabs at all day or if anyone has talked to a certain 'friend' lately than any other kind of conversation. I didn't have anything to add to the baseball conversation - I don't follow the sport more than on the very minor surface. I didn't go to their university so I'm not obsessed with it or that fraternity like they are. They would more be drinking buddies or the guys who threw a BBQ that I automatically get to go to because I live in the house.

*shrug*

I'll figure it out eventually, I'm sure.

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Do you live in a noisy apartment/condo/townhouse? Have you ever wondered why your neighbors are playing such loud music? If you live near me, maybe the reason is YOU.

I can't win the battle to keep the evil upstairs quiet so the only thing I'm left with is to fight back. The kids are constantly jumping off of the furniture, banging their toys on the window sill that just so happens to be directly above my bed, or screaming off the balcony which is also just a few feet from my bedroom. The adults have never heard of walking - they insist on stomping everywhere. Or screaming on the phone while on the balcony. I've bitched about this before where I noted they are so loud that the vibrations actually knock things off my walls. With a little help from Sheila and her wonderful 4.1s, my response is now loud music.

I tried being tolerant. I tried banging on the ceiling. I'd try talking to them but they don't speak english. I can't hear them annoying me, problem solved. If it pisses them off, bonus for me.

Sure, it might continue in a you annoy me, I annoy you battle of escalation but I'm a bitch when you piss me off... I'm pretty sure you'll regret messing with me once you push too far.

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1 I've done the "play loud music" bit myself in order to get my "former" downstairs neighbors to stop with their incessant bassy rap music and VERY loud arguments. I usually seemed to win on this one seeing that I have two VERY large 18" club speakers which are designed for use in dance clubs (I normally use them in my music studio). These babies I am sure set off Richter Scales around the Continental U.S. not to mention causing serious structural damage to the building I live in. If that didn't work, I just phoned in a domestic abuse complaint for the friggin' losers (which most times was actually taking place). Must have worked cause their butts got the ol' eviction notice some time back. Good luck with the neighbors. Wanna buy some industrial grade loudspeakers? (I can't sell them to you if you are pregnant or have a heart condition though).

Posted by: Jeff at August 16, 2005 02:16 AM (CJfh2)

2 If I recall correctly they are arab neighbors upstairs... be careful. Or instead of calling the domestic abuse line you can call the terror hotline.

Posted by: Telebush at August 16, 2005 03:15 PM (3+SvD)

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Today served me with a very helpful reminder...
Some people just can't seem to get their head out of their ass.
No matter how nicely you ask, how patient you are or how long you wait, they continue to prefer the stench of their own shit to the fresh air of reality.

When did the world get so full of arrogant, selfish, short sighted, self serving, ignorant pricks that you couldn't sneeze without hitting one?

Some days it just makes me so angry that I can't even blog...

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Your car is going to DIE!

I cannot tell you the number of times I have wanted to do this. Some idiot has a car alarm installed but doesn't give a shit about his car enough to actually pay attention when it goes off. Or the shitheads that know their alarm is too sensitive and don't bother to figure out how to change it? Or how about the assholes that don't disconnect the alarm even when they know it is malfunctioning and going off every 10 minutes for 5 minutes at a time? Some people just shouldn't be allowed to have car alarms...

As for the dude that flipped out and shot the car? Well... I guess you can see why Simi Valley has fallen from the top 3 ranking of America's safest cities... It ranks somewhere around 17 last I checked. They are letting the home of Reagan's final resting place slowly go to crap. The disrespectful bastards!

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I'll be taking it a little easy tonight.

Why?

Well I've taken a page out of Dad's book and I'm really hoping it doesn't become a whole chapter. Just before dinner I bent over, put my hands on my knees, and then slowly crumpled to the ground. There was a loud pop and a sharp pain in my lower back. Seems my sacro-iliac joint was none to happy this evening and needed to bring me down with it. Once the pain and tears subsided I was ok. It feels a little iffy now and then so I'm being extra careful.

Good thing I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow!

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Who ever said zoo animals aren't unhappy has never been here (note: you'll have to click on some of the pics to get the full effect)

This guy looks just a little depressed and hopeless

This one is desperate but hasn't quite given up hope yet

The poor bear is in the throws of frustrated desperation

The ostrich is just pissed that people won't leave him be...the constant interruptions make it very difficult to ignore a situation, you know...

I think this one is just feeling a little inadequate

But take heed, they are plotting their escape...And this guy is their plan's mastermind

I don't know about you, but with a leader that evil looking... I'm worried. And if they are successful? Boy are they going to be pissed when they find out that they've got many miles to go before finding anything of interest.

I say they follow the tiger's example...

'haven't you been paying attention guys? It's worse out there than it is in here. Just fuck it ... take a nap. We can always eat the keepers later if we get bored.'

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I've sat here for the past hour trying to post something interesting but my brain is currently a pile of mush. In fact, I feel about as great as this kid looks

I have a comfy bed, I'm going to go use it.
I need a full body massage, can we work out a deal?

I refuse to give in to Wednesday like it's important, I'll be back later and this day will regret ever messing with me.

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Dear NASA,

I know this letter is a little unexpected but I just had to tell you how hurt I am by your continued insensitivity. You never even talk to me anymore. You never ask me how I feel. You just live your life like I don't matter. Well it's time that you realize your decisions and your actions have consequences for those around you.

The launch and return of the Discovery shuttle were historic moments and I missed them because of your insensitivity. Did it even occur to you to ask me about my schedule? If you really loved me you would have. At what point did you stop caring if I could be there to share in your projects? Your behavior makes it very clear where I sit in your life. I remember a time when I was a priority for you and all the promises about how I would always me important - what happened to us?

Thousands of people will always have memories with you that I can never have. I can't even begin to express how terrible that fact makes me feel. Maybe I should just admit that they mean more to you and move on. Have I been lying to myself all this time? I guess you just aren't the government agency that I thought you were.

If you need me I'll be over at State trying to calm down.

<3 Princess

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We needed a quiz to figure this out?

My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?

(stolen from everyone...so I'm a lemming sometimes...deal...)

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I just got a phone call from a very soft spoken, speed talking, and seemingly annoyed woman asking if I would be willing to accept an internship in Washington DC. I could not understand what office she was calling from. Finally I figured out where she was referring to and told her I would be willing to since I live there.
But I had to make sure it didn't conflict with my other one so I asked her what time frame she was talking about. She had no idea what I meant. Finally we sorted out that she was referring to the fall. Well slap me silly and call me susan, you're damn right I'd accept an internship for the fall!

and then she said, "ok... we'll be in touch..."

BITCH

UPDATE: They have called 3 times now to confirm if I would be willing to take an internship in DC instead of San Diego. But none of the calls have been to actually offer me a position... AHHH! These chicks are driving me crazy!

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My time at the chiropractor was both heaven and hell on a table. He's a big believer in sports therapy and I couldn't agree more with his tactics. While he did inflict a lot of pain trying putting pinpoint pressure on muscle spasms, he more than made up for it with his massage therapy sessions. It's amazing how great a vibrating powertool can make a girl feel. I'll have to ask him how I can add one like his to my collection...

But I've managed to jack myself up so thoroughly that what should have been a 15 min appointment was an hour long. I have 2 more appointments this week and will be back three times next week. After that, the balance between targeted exercises and adjustments will depend on how much my body has healed. Good thing I found someone relatively convenient to get to.

I called dad to update him on what the chiro said but I didn't get too far... he was driving Lil Bro to urgent care again. Seems Lil Bro was having a dizzy spell and tightness in his chest that made him feel he needed medical attention but he was uncomfortable being behind the wheel.

I'm beginning to feel like I come from some sort of sickly stock... we're all just falling apart left and right! I blame the genes...

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Just when you thought the list had been completed...

I'm stuck wading through insurance claims and laundry before I head downtown to get man handled by my new chiropractor. The only upside to that is that I hopefully will stop waking up in tears from the ache.

What was that I was saying about today being leisurely?

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1 But I'd heard that you LIKE being man-handled...

Posted by: Ogre at August 09, 2005 07:47 AM (/k+l4)

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