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Just a simple update

It’s been a rather busy time in my neck of the woods, since my last post (which was a month ago) things have taken a drastic change.  I have kept this quiet up until now. I bought a house, Truth be told I purchased the house at the beginning of December.

This is my first really major purchase, ever.  To me the purchase of a house signifies growing up, something that I am quite honestly terrified of doing.  Don’t get me wrong, I have purchased large things in the past, when I was 18 I bought a brand new car.  It was a 2002 Hyundai Accent GSI hatch back, it had a total of 47 km on it when I bought it and I loved it.  I drove that until 2005 when it was written off, it had about 80,000 km on it – it was still under warranty.  The accident was not my fault, the guy that rear ended me was texting and driving (just one reason I had a small celebration when the texting law went into place.)  I then purchased a Jeep, it was older – 1992, I was able to pay for that out right with my payment from the money I got from my accident.  Just this past year I purchased a 2008 Dodge Dakota, so you see I have purchased large things, but nothing quite as big as a house.

The responsibility of purchasing a car vs. a house are drastically different.  I did not purchase this house alone, my younger brother Cordee purchased it with me so I am not in this alone, I do not think is as apprehensive as I am about this whole thing, then again I do not think he has a particular aversion to growing up.

The month of December was filled with packing and organizing and packing some more, we moved into our new place on the 1st of January.  No I did not make a mistake, you read that correctly, January 1st at 6am I was getting ready to move a house.  For most people January 1st is the day they are nursing a hang over, I didn’t party on the 31st because I knew I had to be up and moving on the 1st.

It is a nice house, unpacking is taking a whole lot less time than it took to pack, I did however make a mistake.  A rather big mistake in my world, I forgot to set up the Telephone, cable and internet – I remembered the important stuff like heat, power and water.  So for now I have no internet access, and will not have internet access until the 23rd of this month.  How than am I writing this?  Simple, I am at my moms house using her internet connection because after a week without internet I was feeling a little detached from the world, I hate admitting that.

I have been on my own since I was about 18ish, I have lived in various places and never realized exactly how much furniture I do not have.  Seriously, I lack pretty much every piece of furniture that you need in a house.  I do not have a couch, or a bed, or a kitchen table,or a dresser or a TV.  OK so I do have a couch, kind of.  Its a futon, but I am sleeping on the mattress right now on my floor.  Needless to say my house looks kind of ridiculous, its OK though, next weekend my bed will be in my house, my living room will have a couch – no TV, but that’s optional.  I will use one of my laptops as TV, I may not have actual TV but I have so many DVDs that are still unopened that I will be kept entertained for a few days anyways.

 

And then everything went black…

If you took the time to ready my about me page than you will already know this, but if not go take a look, I will wait… No seriously, I will. 

Ok welcome back, so as I was saying, if you took the time to read that page, at the bottom there was a part that said I had a friend that described me as ““You are slightly crazy, mostly fun, a little random and I think you are trying to  slowly take over the world with out anyone noticing.””   A description which is mostly true, I am slightly crazy (not joking about that), a little random – well a lot random,  and I think I am mostly fun; sometimes the fuck-its happen and then I am less fun.  I am also trying to take over the world without anyone noticing.  Its not something I talk about a lot – I often imagine that Pinky and the Brain were modeled after me, except I don’t have an awesome sidekick like Pinky.   I digress, there is a point to this.

On Sunday night I was on my way to drop my niece off at her place and while sitting at a light all the lights went out, no big deal, except it was because her dad just moved and I had no clue where the hell I was going – well  I did but I had to read house numbers, in the dark.  I can see squat in the dark – seriously, might as well put a mask on me and point me in the direction I need to go, it will be that productive.  So while we are driving my niece (she is 6) is looking for their house number,  as I drive by she yells “THERE IT IS!!!!”  Que skidding stop and I slide down the block because its like a fucking skating rink everywhere.  We get home and are greeted by a flashlight so we can see where the hell we are walking, their sidewalk – much like the street leaves little to be desired and I am a clutz so walking was incredibly interesting.  The power was only off for maybe 20 minutes so it wasn’t a big deal. 

This was me last night

Last night however; the power went out at 5:30pm, where I live that means its DARK.  I stumbled through my house looking for a mitten, trying to download a flashlight onto my phone – now most people have candles, I usually do but I am in the middle of packing an entire house and my candles got packed because I did NOT expect the power to go off.  Also,  I only have one candle left and its a tea light, not like I can walk around holding it  (all my candle holders are home-made and are not meant to be carried.)  We finally got everything straightened out and went over to her place, well their power was on, as was half of the cres that I live on.  The gym however; had NO  power, so I couldn’t even go work out.  The power was off until 7 I think, I don’t really know because after I dropped my niece off I went shopping, and when I got home the power was back on.

Fast-forward to today, I am sitting at work, just finished my lunch, started working on some paper work and BAM power goes off.  I work in a shop, that has crap lighting to start with, my office has windows – both face into the shop – yeah doesn’t make sense to me either.   Well I turn on my flashlight and sit in the dark, manager man comes in and makes me go to the coverall (a tent like building) and stand there its cold out – so I was not happy about it, until I discovered people hiding in the shipping office, I joined them. The power was only out for 45 minutes, I text a friend of mine to see if they had power and he goes “you know, I think people may start noticing you plan to take over the world if you keep making the power go out everywhere you are.”  I kind of laughed to myself because while I may be trying to take over the world, I would not start by making the power go off, that would be useless, especially since its always my power that is going off.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Last night was an unfortunate night in my house all around.

First I will tell you the rousing story of me losing to a vacuum cleaner.  I was cleaning my room up and was vacuuming around the edges of the room with just the hose so I could get my dogs little bits of kibble.  I dropped the vacuum  on the floor so I could pick up some clothes and I heard this sound like something was stuck in the end, I turn around thinking perhaps my dog was getting sucked into the vacuum (it could happen, she is tiny).  It wasn’t my dog, it was a sock.  No big deal right?  Yeah that is what I thought too, until I picked up the hose to remove the sock from the end and the sock went up the hose. 

This would not be a huge deal if I had a standard run of the mill vacuum cleaner that you would buy from places like Wal-Mart, but it’s not.  It is a central vac, you know the kind that has a big canister in one part of the house and has the pipes running through the walls?   I THINK the sock just went all the way through, at least I hope it did because I rent this house, I do not want to have to call the landlord and be like “um you know your vacuum cleaner? Yeah I broke it.  Well I didn’t really break it buuuuuuuuuuut there is a sock stuck in the wall somewhere.”  That would just be embarrassing.  I also just want my sock back – it was one I use to work out in.. its important to me.

I am in no way a crafter, I love crafts, I love doing them but every time I finish something it looks more and more like a 5-year-old did the work and not an almost 30-year-old.  However; I am currently in the process of making Christmas Presents for my mom and my gramma.  My niece and I started this project in mid October  so that we could have them done by Christmas, everything is right on schedule.  I do not have pictures of the things because we do not want anyone seeing them and spilling the beans before Christmas, once they are with their new owners I will take pictures. 

In the midst of my crafting I decided a great idea would be to get my glue gun out and glue things on to these decorations so that it wasn’t just paint, paint and more paint.  This is a good idea if you are not clumsy, ridiculously accident prone, or just an unfortunate mess.  I am all of these things and more.  So you can imagine what may have happened.  Last night while putting the final touches on one of the crafts I dropped a little fuzzy pom-pom that had HOT glue on it, not thinking I scooped it up off the kitchen table (that looks more like a kindergarten class had its way with it at the moment) with my index finger and thumb, that’s when it hit me, the hot searing pain of a fuzzy pom-pom adhering itself to my finger. 

Yes you read that right I hot glued a piece of my craft to my index finger.   I didn’t swear or yell though, I sat looking at it in disbelief all the while not computing that the hot glue was really burning my finger.  I did finally realize what I was doing, and unstuck the item from my finger – today though I have a blister, which serves as a constant reminder that I should never be allowed to use anything that could cause bodily harm.

Writers block…

I apologize for not writing sooner, I have come into a major writers block, and by major I mean every time I sit down to write something I sit staring at the computer staring a blinking cursor for hours and then closing the window because there is nothing there.  Nothing, as in a deep dark cavern where all my creative thoughts have disappeared into. Even my NaNoWriMo has come to a screeching halt, it went better than last year – this year I got 5000 words, rather tn zero but still it is an incomplete.

I am still suffering writers block but so I am going to share the end result of my newest tattoo.

Here she is…  She is complete, and has been since November 1, I could have shared her earlier but it kind of slipped my mind.

This picture was taken about 5 minutes after it was complete so its half healed (the half I shared earlier, was pretty much healed).  To date she is my favorite tattoo, I mean I love all my tattoos, obviously or they wouldn’t be there but this one combines so many of my loves, books, pin-up and zombies.  The words at the bottom come from one of my favorite songs , it is old, it showed up on the Romeo and Juliet soundtrack but to date it is the one song that I always sing out loud do – no matter where I am, or who is with me.  Not only is is my favorite song but it also serves as a reminder and as vain as this is, it reminds me when I am at my lowest point or having a bad day that I am a pretty piece of flesh.  Everyone is in their own way and sometimes a visual reminder helps.   It is also just fits the tattoo, you know, zombies love flesh and all.

The artist took my idea and made it 100 times better than I had ever imagined.  I fully trusted she would but the tattoo has exceeded all of my expectations and then some.

I would apologize, but I have an excuse.

I have been a terrible blogger this last little while. I have reasons for this but none of which really are THAT good. I guess life has taken over again – this is why I suck at blogging.

I am going to get better though, I have to. Today is the kick off for NaNoWriMo, and I plan on kicking the hell out of it. So while I may be not posting here (I really hope I can), I will still be writing here.

Now on to other news. As of Dec 1 I am pretty much fucked. My brother has decided he wants to move out – which is fine, really it is… If he would tell me he was freaking moving. See the thing is I know he is moving, but not because he told me, no he told my mother who told me. As of now I am supposed to be blissfully unaware that this is happening.

In the scheme of things this is a typical douche move. I have lived with this guy several times and he actually waited until 3 days before we had to be out one time to tell me that him and his ex had given notice at the beginning of the month. Yes 3 days people. I was homeless for almost a month because of this kind of move. I am not worried at this moment as my other brother (the good bother – well one of them) and I are already looking for something more permanent but still, the rude factor has me so angry that I would like to claw his eyes out and then feed them to him. An act that would be extremely painful as I have no fingernails, due to the habit of biting and picking at them.

I should probably get my butt back to work, and possibly start working on my writing for NaNoWriMo.

Shits changing.. again

And that is why I am lacking in the blogging department.  That’s my story and I am sticking to it anyways.

Nothing too serious but I am going to look at changing the layout of my blog and shit.  Make if more fanciful, and organized because at this moment in time if I can make one thing organized it would be a fricken miracle.  I am serious, you want to see the most unorganized person in the world, you should see if you can find me because I am so unorganized that organized chaos no longer applies.

While these changes are happening (my creative filter is slightly broken at the moment) , I figured I would entertain you with a little bit of crap that has happened to me.

Friday

Cartoon version of me - except I do not wear dresses high heels or bracelets.

I did manage to get up, gather all my lunch and everything and hobbled to my truck.  My damn knee is still sore from the fall.  It was unpleasant.

The weekend – was incredibly uneventful (thank god!)

Today

I was woke up at 5:30, and not by my dog, or my niece.  No instead it was this weird sharp pain (kind of like a Charlie horse) in my shoulder/upper back/neck region.  I somehow managed to pull/kink a muscle or muscles in my sleep.  Now I am not a crazy roll around the bed and tie myself in knots kind of sleeper, once I am asleep I stay pretty much in the same spot the entire night, so I am completely at a loss for how this happened, but I am hoping it was something cool, like an alien tried to abduct me and I fought back and won or something like that.

The aftermath of said injury is way less cool than my imaginary fight with goblins, or aliens or anything though.  I am unable  lift my arm high enough to scratch my head.  It really sucks.

 

 

 

 

Confession time!

Written about me perhaps?

If you were to talk to anyone I know (friends especially) they would all tell you that I am outgoing, very loud, opinionated and VERY outspoken.  Which is true, to a point.  I am all of those things and probably a whole lot more, unless you are a stranger and then… I come across as a stuck up bitch, or extremely socially awkward.  The truth is I am not a bitch, I am pretty friendly if you can crack me open.   When I meet new people my lips refuse to open, my tongue gets tied, my mouth gets dry and my body get tense.  I get sick to my stomach.  I am incredibly shy, I am pretty sure when they wrote the book “Little Miss Shy” they wrote it about me.

For the most part the shyness is overcomeable and it does not always affect my day-to-day life, unless of course I am starting a new job, or going somewhere that requires me to interact with normal humans on a regular basis, or puts me completely out of my comfort zone i.e. Asking for directions makes me almost crap my pants.  I have found ways to over come some of the shyness for the most part BUT – and there really  is a big but (and no I am not talking about my behind),  it always sneaks in and ruins things, and forget meeting new people (which I love doing BTW).

I have contemplated carrying a sign around that says this:

This could be my sign, or maybe a T-Shirt.

I guess part of the reason I am writing this is because,I have been single for 4 years, and I THINK I am ready to stick my toe in the water.  I have always said being single was my choice, for the most part it has been – I was helping raise my niece, I was busy with school, I have mass commitment issues due to some pretty fucked up past relationships,  BUT then on the other hand there is the fear of rejection (who doesn’t have that right?), and well face is who wants to date a girl that doesn’t talk?  I also have had some pretty nasty body image issues (they have been taken care of now though) – as in who wants to date the short fat chick?  Yeah the answer to that is NO ONE.  I digress, I am an awesome person, I have a wicked sense of humor, I am caring, honest (to a fault) and super kind, I have mastered sarcasm and possibly taken to the next level,  and any guy would be lucky to have me. 

 I have done internet dating, I have been set up through friends and nothing ever comes of it because I am socially awkward – so terribly socially awkward due to my shyness that 2nd dates never happen. 

 I have looked at ways to over come the shyness, and nothing helps.  NOTHING.  I don’t know if there is a class, or a support group or what but I at this point I really would like to attend something that may beat this awful thing in to submission so I can resume living my life-like a semi-normal human being.

Do you know of someone who is able to over come extreme shyness? Have you  yourself over come it?  How did they/you do it?  Please someone help, I would like to meet a really nice guy one day, but being this shy has kind of put a kink in the plan, and do not recommend that I just do it, that would be cause for a panic attack and I am WAY past panic attacks at this point, they hurt and are no fun at all.

The Lion King, and I….

Last night I took my 6 year old niece to see Disney’s The Lion King 3D. Now its a little known fact that I am a Disney freak, I love the movies. I own all of the old ones on VHS, my niece owns them on DVD, but she apperantly has never seen the Lion King, turns out she only has The Lion King 1 and a half or w/e it is.

So we went. I go to a movie theater about once a year – the reason? The price for one (It cost us 27 dollars for 1 child and 1 adult), and crowds, I hate crowds, but I figured we would go during the middle of the week and hopefully the crowds would be minimal (I was right the theater was dotted with people), sounds nice right? WRONG!!! It was nice for the first 15 minutes of the movie.

When I go to movies that are directed at children, I expect chatter – little kids can’t really help it most of the time so I give them a break. BUT 15 minutes into last nights movie, some woman drank her kids soda and the kid started screaming, and not a little bit but at the top of its fucking lungs. I sighed and tried to ignore the screaming monster, but was not happy as she did nothing but hiss and grab at the kids arm. I get that she paid to see this movie, and that she had every right to stay in the theater but COME ON. When my 6 year old niece sighs and goes “some people are so rude.” don’t you think there is a problem? The lady in front of me went out and got an usher, so I didn’t say anything.

Fastforward, about 20 more minutes and this same little kid goes “bye mom!” really loud and runs away, rather than getting up off her chair to catch the little monster she stays in her chair and litereally yelled at the kid “YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!” and then “DO NOT MAKE ME GET OUT OF THIS CHAIR!!” Really lady??? Really??? Shortly after that statement little monster ran through the isle I was sitting in and stepped on my toe, hit my nieces popcorn out of her hands and then did it again on its way back out. This little monster did it 2 more times in 2 different rows. Again a person went and got the usher, and the woman was given a second warning. By this time I would have walked out of the theater embarassed that my child did this – scratch that, I would have never taken this child to the theater, chances are they don’t sit through an entire movie at home, why would they in public?

After this last little debacle everything seemed to be going very quiet, the kid finally shut up and sat down and didn’t move again (I think maybe the mother tied it in its chair). I went back to enjoying the show, and then…FLASH… no it didn’t just happen, I must be imagining things. No, it did happen, that was a camera flash in the middle of the dark theater!! Some ridiculous woman was taking pictures of 2 little girls who were standing in the isle leaning over chairs watching the movie. This happend 15 times consecutivly before an usher walked in and caught her recording the movie – seriously people still do this? And to be so blatent? Plus the movie is in 3D, it wont translate well through a basic digital camera will it? I digress, she was escorted out of the theater leaving her children with someone else they came with. Whatever happened/happens to her I really do not care – she interuppted my viewing with her compulsive flashing.

TextThe movie was almost over (it was at the point where Timon and Pumba are doing their luau thing.) And a woman from the same party as camera lady starts texting. Now I am a texting wizard, I wore a phone out from texting, but in a theater that I paid 27 dollars to get into my phone stays in my pocket/purse, because I do not need the distraction. Plus it cannot be that important if they are texting me, even if you call me I will not answer it will sit in silence, or on vibrate until after the movie.

There should be some rule that if you talk/text/interrupt others you get banned from the theater or something because honestly when little kids think you are rude, there is a serious problem.  Had it been little kid chatter it would not have even bothered me but it was adults that were annoying the hell out of me, these are people who are supposed to set an example for the tiny humans they brought, all they are teaching them to do is be rude and annoying.

All issues with the patrons in the theater aside.  I did enjoy the show, as much as I did when I was 12 and it came out for the first time.  My niece enjoyed the show, told me I was the coolest aunty EVER,  and kept trying to pick the flowers and other random items that appeared to be popping out of the screen at us.  If you have the chance to see it in 3D I would suggest to see it, and take you children/nieces/nephews/cousins/neighbors whatever too, but please leave your damn cameras and phones at home, in your vehicle, or in your purses/pockets.

Tattoos, I have them.

I remember being a kid/teenager and writing all over myself – random words, drawings you name it I would put it on my body. I would also get the disapproving sigh from my mother when she would see my latest works of art and she would inevitably say “what on earth were you thinking?” Truth is 95% of the time I wasn’t thinking, I was a kid, and it sounded like it was a good idea at the time.

I am now 28, I have a good job – one in which I do deal with the public sometimes, and I have tattoos, 7 of them to be exact. All of which have a meaning, I also have piercings, 6 of them, my ears are stretched and I tend to not leave my hair one color for very long. None of these things has ever held me back in life. I am a respectable, responsible (most of the time) adult, who is hopelessly addicted to the words douche, fuck, and twat, and I have made the conscious decision that rather than pay thousands of dollars for art that can be stolen I will put it on my body, that way the person who steals it has to take me with them, and I guarantee you that they would return me in less than an hour.

At 20 I had decided I wanted a lotus on my lower back, I had an appointment made and the money saved and everything and 2 days before the appointment the artist called and cancelled because her husband had a heart attack and she would not be able to do the tattoo, but I could reschedule at a later date. I never did reschedule as I took it as a sign from above that it wasn’t meant to be and thank god I didn’t because I would now be the owner of a tacky tramp stamp, and not only that but it would have been done on a whim and without much investigation, or learning on my part. See I believe there is a power out there that stopped me. Read the rest of this entry

So, its October…

Which got me to thinking about Halloween.

Have you ever trick-or-treated in the snow? I have. It fucking sucks, and by sucks I mean I would rather cut my arm off and beat myself to death than walk through snow to get candy from strangers. Did I do it growing up? Oh yes I did, who wouldn’t now I think about it, I was stupid.

I remember being a kid, and seeing all the amazing costumes for girls – princess’, fairies, witches etc. All of which were cute, and dressy, and would not fit over a damn snow suit – unless you bought one that was 500 sizes to big, and then you couldn’t wear it to school because you will trip and injure yourself because of the size. I was a pretty lucky kid, my mom made majority of my costumes – something that I have continued to do into my adult life. The reason my mom made my costume every year was pretty different from why I do it now. I do it now because I am cheap and recycling costumes is easier than paying almost 100 bucks a pop every year, when I was a kid it was because finding a costume that was cute, and fit over top of a snow suit was nearly impossible. We always did have cute costumes – in fact one of the costumes she made is still being used by younger family members (it is almost 28 years old).

I had a friend that always went trick-or-treating with us, she usually went as a cat, and she almost always tripped over her tail at least once a year. It is one of my fondest memories, I am kind of a sadistic person, but seriously – would you continually go as a cat, even if you knew the outcome was going to be that you tripped, fell, cried and then got up after being left behind? I know I probably wouldn’t, the costume was bad ass but it was a danger (If you are said friend reading this, please do not hate me for putting this in here)

This year I am going as pregnant zombie, with a zombie baby – yeah it’s going to be sick as shit… that is, if I can find a place to wear it – I won’t wear it to hand out candy, I would totally scare little kids and that wouldn’t be awesome.

My 6-year-old niece is going trick-or-treating as a witch, her costume is adorable, it has lights (my costumes never had lights – I think my mom was holding out on me). It is store-bought, because she wanted it and there is no way in hell I could ever make anything this cool, and her father cannot sew worth a damn. It will more than likely NOT fit over a snow suit – I have told her this and she told me “well I guess I will just have to suck it up then huh?” The whole time she is telling me this I am thinking “this kid has no idea what she is talking about.” Granted she is 6, and this is only her 6th Halloween, if it snows and she goes out with out a jacket under that costume she will totally be my hero, and will remain my hero until the day she dies because growing up here I know Halloween can be a bitch, especially if there is snow on the ground.