Eye see, Open your eyes

Define "normal" (edit uno)

...because it ain't my life.

This past week/weekend was/were so chaotic that it's impossible for me to journal all of it. Suffice it to say, the deathmobile - after just costing me $600 for repair - needs a new water pump. If you know anything about cars, you know it'll run me around $300. I am SICCCCCCCCKKKKKK of the deathmobile punishing me for my driving prowess. Just get me there and back, mkay carra, thnx.

The spawnlette (who shall hereinafter be called by her name) had SO much homework and had to work this weekend. When she works that hard, I just wanna put her in my lap, rock her and rub her head. She works way too hard for a normal teen, taking all AP classes and tending to a job on top of all this. With the undue stress coming from...well, someone significant in her life, it's not fair. She also did an uncanny job at cleaning up the kitchen. She even took shelves out of the fridge and cleaned those, too. :> It's all Pine-Sol-y around here now.

And I discovered she's reading a lot of Hunter S. Thompson. *I* can love him, but SHE can't. Heh. I'm worried about her choice in authors, since they are way too mature for her (or so I think, since she's my baby).

God I can't wait until she's 18. No more obscure passages about...significant people in her life.

I intended to get my hair cut, since it's SUPER long, but haven't had the time. Health is iffy and meds are, too, right now. I'm waiting on a call from the victor alpha right now, in fact. Let's hope they have some good news. Our V.A. was voted #1 in the nation. WHATTHEHELLVA. I know the reason why. When my doctor asked me to take a 'voluntary survey', he called the number, put it on speaker phone and literally watched me answer each satisfaction question. OH YEAH, LIKE IMMA GONNA SAY SOMETHING BAD ABOUT THEM WITH MY MEDICINE-PRESCRIBER STANDING OVER ME. That survey is SO WRONG for this reason, and they need to get an independent polling group to get accurate results.

I'm losing weight again, which isn't so good, but am eating to avoid getting too thin again. My clothes are trying to get baggy which is never a good sign.

Hm...the rest of my life is just boring right now. I am, however, horrified at how all your old buddies from the military and high school can 'tag' you in a photo on Facebook and how all MY friends get to see 'em. The horror. We should have a say on that, I'm thinking, even though I'm rarely - if ever - on Facebook.

Mkay. I'm off today, and gonna go stick my nose in the Kindle :D It's rainy outside, but thankfully not cold. Good, however, to stay in and read until Kelsey gets home.
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Err...V-gifts

Since I never look at my profile page, I've NOT noticed V-gifts that you guys have given me. So thank you very much for those V-gifts, and I apologize for not noticing them. I think El Jay should send us notifications when we receive 'em.

The cup-o-joe was particularly nice because it was for no reason :)
MINEMINEMINE

And the hits just keep onnnnnnnn comin'

So the freakin' death mobile is still immobile due to ONE BOLT that not ONE MAN on this planet can seem to get off. To add insult to injury, I learned that there were bigger fish to fry regarding my car than just a lil old belt. Now, I'm having to strain my cap to come up with creative ways to pay this guy. I've been sifting through books, jewelry, movies, etc.; anything of value that can be pawned and quick.

There have now been seven unsuccessful attempts at getting that dreaded bolt off. Now, it's stripped, which means that 'Jack' is going to have to heat it out. God only knows what he'll replace it with. A friend of mine feels like we need to punish the bolt, each and every one of us and friends who've had their hands on it. It deserves to be punished. Or maybe the deathmobile does. OR MAYBE I DO. Eeeks.

I had another friend just call and ask if I wanted him to try to get the bolt off (at this point I can only laugh to stop from crying) and told him no. He went on to talk about his brother, and called him a 'techno-tard'. Gotta love making up your own vocabulary :D Tis what I luff about my real life friends; they're pretty good at it.

Open letters

Dear Bret Easton Ellis:

You got lucky in the '80s because everyone was on drugs. Please stop writing now, k?

Love and kisses -
Ter
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Dear Good Year:

First of all, look at the SIZE OF YOU. Why in the hellia couldn't all you guys get that freakin' bolt off my car? I shouldn't have to pay $90 just for you to tell me you are made up of one BIG HUGE FAIL.

Sloppy kisses -
An angry customer
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Dear Life:

PLEASEE turn around for a change. I can't take all this crap you're throwing at me. This is your last warning, lest I fire you.

Your owner.
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Dear credit card company:

Like the old Japanese proverb goes "It is useless to push a cart sideways". Pretend I'm the cart while you try to push. See? Doesn't work, and now I'm laying sideways on the floor. How retarded is that? So just stop it.

A cardholder
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Dear Spawnlette:

Please stop acting like a teenager. Imma hafta kill you or have you surgically cut off at the knees, which will make you unable to drive your car. You're the one who chose all AP classes this year, so don't look at me sideways when I tell you to study. ;p

Your loving mommy <3
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Dear Heater:

Please work consistently. I'm freezing my arse off.

Your condo inhabitant

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Dear Mother Nature:

You mock me by sending really awesome weather our way. Are you /trying/ to get on my bad side? It should be storming out there, but OH NO YOU MADE IT PRETTY AND CLEAN AND GREEN AND WARM. I'd like my insides to match your outsides, kaythnx.

An earthling
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Since I'm all negative Nelly up in here, I'll resist to continue writing any more about my life and what's going on in it, since doing so really rams it home.

< /rantings
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Chicas, beware (compliments of Yahoo Snooze)

Dating Deal Breakers: When It's Time to Get Out
* by StyleCaster

As an eligible single woman, it's only natural to be looking for that significant other who will sweep you off your perfectly pedicured, Louboutin-clad feet. You go out with the girls in hopes of catching the eye of your future Prince Charming and securing that fairytale ending, but sometimes dating trials run amuck, leaving you with an experience that you wish you could have skipped out on.

Dating can be fun, but oftentimes we have to weed out the freaks before we find the ones worth our time. Some guys have idiosyncrasies that are just too much to handle, but what are the real red flags that should send you running in the completely opposite direction? Here are some deal breakers that we think warrant an instant end to the relationship. These guys mean trouble:

The Cheater
This guy plans dates with multiple girls at a time even when you've been seeing each other for a couple of weeks at minimum. He claims he's keeping his options open, but what that really means is that he has commitment issues and that he's somewhat of a player. This guy definitely is not ready to be in a monogamous relationship, so get out before you get hurt. Keep your eyes peeled for his constant checking of text messages and any smirks that may cross his face while he responds.

The Liar
Like the cheater, this guy won't be straight up with you. He'll ignore certain topics you bring up and will try to immediately change the subject. If he can't look you in the eyes when you ask him what he did that day, then there's a problem. This should send you running in the opposite direction before he ends up lying about something much more serious than his daily routine. Obviously this guy has major skeletons in his closet, and you won't want to stick around long enough to find out what they might be.

The Guy that Needs Anger Management
This guy will seem perfect and charming at first, but the more time you spend with him, the more you'll notice all the little things that make him tick... He'll talk to you about how upset he got over something a normal person would shrug off without a second thought. Once he gets comfortable with you, beware. The snapping will most likely get directed at you. Warning: this guy will probably need to punch something (like a wall) to relieve his anger. So get out, because he's bound to turn into an angry, manipulative, control freak in time.
Makeup Tricks to Hide a Sleepless Night

Inappropriate Commentary
This guy's mom never taught him how to properly respect a woman. He probably views you as an object and worships music artists who make a living out of lyrics that oftentimes degrade women. He's the guy that will talk about your rear end beyond the point of sexiness, or he'll comment about other women's assets in front of you. Not okay. Don't get caught up with this type of guy -- he'll only make you feel bad about yourself in the end, and that's a definite deal-breaker.

The Cheapskate
A cheapskate is cheap. He'll take you to dive bars and pinch pennies even if he's not on a budget. Eventually he'll be asking you to foot the bill or join forces when the check comes. Offering to help out with costly dating expenses is only fair when you're in a serious relationship, but if he requests that you foot the bill on the first date, then politely move on.


Poor Hygiene
Chronic bad breath, disgusting body odor, and poor sartorial choices all fall under the category of poor hygiene, which is just plain gross -- and definitely a deal-breaker. Pass on these guys, unless you have a strange fetish for uber-grungy types. You may think you can persuade him to clean up his act, but we never recommend entering a relationship in which you're already scheming to change your man's ways.

The Tease
This guy is just full of empty promises. He'll have a slew of great ideas that just don't come to pass, leaving you high and dry. Don't let him pull you into his negative ways with zero follow-through. It will only turn you into a pessimist, and who wants to be around one of those?

The Mama's Boy
The definition of a mama's boy is a guy with no shame who still lives at home. He'll probably introduce you to his parents right off the bat and tell you that he's still dependent because he's saving up for his so-called "bright future." In our poor economy, we'll give younger twentysomething dudes a break in this case, but let's face it -- if this guy is almost 30, and still shacking up with mom and dad -- DEAL-BREAKER.

The Guy with Weird Friends
This guy takes a while to introduce you to his friends, but once he does, you automatically know why: they're freaks. This should make you wonder about his true character and whether or not you'd be willing to spend a large chunk of your time with these dudes. We think this is your exit cue.

The Napoleon Syndrome
This is the short man with the big mouth who feels the need to be outspoken in order to make up for his vertical challenge. He'll most likely end up embarrassing himself (and you) when you're out in public because of his need for attention. Plus, we'd never want to date a guy who has serious underlying issues with insecurity. Confidence is the ultimate form of sexiness.
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I could add on to this list but shall resist the urge. This one covers the mains issues, I'm thinkin'.
breakup, Note to self

Open letters to whomevers

Dear LJ:

Instead of not sending notifications of comments, please regurgitate them all up at one time, instead of choking out a random one-fer or two-fer at a time. You're fired.

Love and sloppy kisses -
T

Dear Mother Nature:

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE WEATHER TODAY!!! Tis glorious.

Thankfully yours -
Ter


Dear Deathmobile:

Now that you've beaten up two of my best friends, I think it's time we came to some sort of agreement on how you should behave whilst being worked on. I realize that you're one of those high maintenance types, but typically a Miata M-Class rarely has issues; so what bee's up your damn bonnet? I've had you worked on twice this year, and you throw another surprise in my direction.

If you don't correct yourself, Imma hafta kick that azz.

Seriously,
Your Mistress


Dear Regions Bank N.A.:

While AmSouth didn't give US a choice as to whom they merged, I need to inform you that your card services and employees thereof SUCK. I never had trouble with AmSouth, and this morning's little bit 'o fun was just another in a series of incidences that I've encountered since the merger.

Get it straight, or I'm switching to Wachovia.

Angry in Birmigham -
A customer
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Today's GOT TO get better. This is the kind of crap I'm dealing with on a daily basis, and the fun never stops here. I'm just waiting to see which monkey wrench will be slung at me after lunch. Yee Haw.
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OFFENSIVE YES! I like it too!

It has to be said - women in the military

So today - whilst reading the news - I came across an article where the military is about to court martial a soldier who refused to be deployed, due to the fact that she is a single mother with no support system. THANKS, BEOTCH. You've managed to UNDO what women have been striving to prove since we were first allowed to serve our country. Do you honestly think that first, getting pregnant out of wedlock, was a smart move as a soldier??? There are actually rules about all that. And secondly, NOTHING makes you any more special than any other parent. Maybe you should've thought about that while hoing around the base. Or maybe it should've occurred to you before you flat out refused a military order. There are plenty of rules on THAT, also.

I say throw the book slap at her forehead.

And some argue that the military is being too harsh on her. Whatever. She'd be hanging from the courthouse lawn if I had a say in it. Unbelievable. One step forward; 20 back. Sorry, mah sistah, but this ain't civil service nor is it some government "job" where you can just decide you don't want to show up, due to your poor ass judgment, fear, or general laziness (which is what I'm voting on). The military isn't easy, but it's for a good reason. You made the choice to join and committed yourself to it. To disobey a deployment order should warrant you some serious jail time. NOW how's your kid going to grow up??

And no, I don't care who this offends. I spent my time in the military, and have seen this type of "play" made by women with children. It /never/ worked, I might add. They had to go TDY and be on alert just like the rest of us in the end, or get what this chick is getting - an Article 15.

That makes me sick.

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Lying-in-wait, Mi carro, Driving, Carro

The deathmobile and life

After all that scurrying around in November to fix what I thought was a big problem but ended up being a belt issue, I'll be damned if it didn't pop again. Yesterday I was driving in to work when my battery light - just like last time - came on. Frenetically, I redirected myself back home as I didn't want a replay of the LAST time I was stuck on Highway 31 during rush hour.

GADS DOES IT EVER END, DEATHMOBILE?

I swear, I'll love that car until the day it or I die, but it's aging me with all of its little troubles. I have a couple of old high school buddies coming to reaffix the serpantine belt and the carburetor/battery belts so that I'll be happily back on the road without fear.

I've realized lately that in addition to my lack of journaling, I've also developed some sort of leave-the-house phobia. I don't want to leave unless it's absolutely, critically necessary. Very unsocial of me, but that's where this path has led me. Why the drastic changes in my life, I can't answer. And then - when I get the gumption to get out - my car acts up, affirming all the little reasons why I should stay home. Heh. Great.

Kelsey is now able to fit into all my clothes, having sprouted up to my height (almost...one inch shorter) and losing her baby fat. So guess where half my clothes are? I knew her dad would find a way to get ALL my stuff sooner or later. Kelsey is simply the vessel.

And we don't want to talk about Kelsey right now. I'm still miffed over a couple of things, and am hopeful she makes these things right. She doesn't need to start screwing up now that college is so close. *sigh*

I need to start seeing Z again. I'm on the wrong meds and they're not working. So instead of ruining my liver with something that doesn't work, I'll kill it by using something that does. It seems like the Victor Alpha pretty much allows me to write my own prescriptions; at the very least, I 'advise' my doctors as to what I need to be on. I could also use another .5 mgs of Risperidone at night. That stuff is magical for sleep, and I take them at 1 mg. as it is. I also need a referral to my ortho and the ENT for these freakin' sinuses. I just dread going period. They'll find something else wrong and of course my options will be limited as to the treatment thereof. As it is, I'm having to shell out serious cash every month for my fentanyl prescription, since the Victor Alpha took it off its formulary list.

In great news, mother nature has cut us a break for the past couple of days, and it's warmed up, de-icing everything and making going outside tolerable. I thought I was gonna be stranded cocooned in my insomnia bed for the whole season.

Kindle news
So I took a friend's advice and sought out more books on a site named truly-free.org (which is an oxymoron). I downloaded a few books and BOOM. It shut me off. Then, it asked for a donation. After about a week of frustration and no new books, I *thought* I donated a couple of bucks to "the burgomeister" as he calls himself. Suffice it to say that our correspondence was like a really bad breakup with a psychotic boyfriend, as he got all crazy on me. LOL. I asked him to calm down, since we were just talking semantics, and I hadn't even MENTIONED that the title of his site was "truly-free.org". Oops. I said it, and he went on a tear. I've wasted more time trying to placate "the burgomeister" than I have working. WTS BURGOMEISTER? CHILL. I did download more yesterday, as my IP addy was freed up for a period of time. So I have enough Kindle books to last me for a good month or so.

Nothing new or interesting to report besides all that. I'm trying my level best to journal at least sporadically, even if it's boring, just to keep it hoppin' around here. lol :) Seems like my friends have become as lax as *I*; so I feel it my duty to tap them on the shoulder. I'm tired of reading the same old things from the same peeps, even though today had some surprising good entries from friends who don't journal daily.

Okay. Back into the fray, until I find a good quiz or You Tube thing that needs sharing. :>
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