Saturday, December 30, 2006
Hi!
Hi people!! This is Angelia. I'll be posting on this blog now. I am Purpleoceanmoon's youngest daughter and Miss Rabbit's sister. C U when I have something to write.
Friday, December 29, 2006
I'm Back!
Aaagh.....It's good to be back!
Where do I start. Christmas was FUN. Seeing my family makes me very happy. Cousins were cracking me up. Grandma can't hear anything . . . good times. There were new people this year. Yes! Two new guys. Very cute and very sweet. My girls brought their boyfriends. Matt & Day- Day.
I also got great gifts this year. Good for me. I got "JAWS" for PS2. You ARE the shark. I wish everyone could have seen the face on Allison! LOL!!! Good times. I love gift cards. I got Elephant Bar & Starbucks. Yummy. The sweaters that I got make me look really good. I ate too much though, oh well.
It's been fun catching up. I don't know what what I'm doing for New Years, but there will be drinking. Later!
Where do I start. Christmas was FUN. Seeing my family makes me very happy. Cousins were cracking me up. Grandma can't hear anything . . . good times. There were new people this year. Yes! Two new guys. Very cute and very sweet. My girls brought their boyfriends. Matt & Day- Day.
I also got great gifts this year. Good for me. I got "JAWS" for PS2. You ARE the shark. I wish everyone could have seen the face on Allison! LOL!!! Good times. I love gift cards. I got Elephant Bar & Starbucks. Yummy. The sweaters that I got make me look really good. I ate too much though, oh well.
It's been fun catching up. I don't know what what I'm doing for New Years, but there will be drinking. Later!
Purpleoceanmoon
My sister, Purpleoceanmoon, (Jenn), got kicked off the Crazy Bitch Blog accidentally as a result of my moving over from Beta. I have sent her another invitation, as the first one hasn't been received as yet.
I have also sent an invitation to Angel, her second daughter. We will see what she chooses to call herself.
I have also sent an invitation to Angel, her second daughter. We will see what she chooses to call herself.
Barking Dog (continued)
Well, I called the SPCA on my neighbors. They told me that they haven't had officers to go do warnings, etc. in three years! I HAD to call the County.
It's not called "Sacramento County Animal Control" anymore. It's called "Sacramento County Animal Care and Services." That's good.
I had looked over the fence that morning to see if they had given the barking dog a house yet, but no house. I then noticed that I couldn't see a bowl of food or water anywhere.
When I finally got someone to answer, (I was on hold for over ten minutes just to speak to a person), I reported the problem only after I stated I did not want the dog picked up only to be put down. I told her that the dog has no shelter and perhaps no food or water and barks quite a bit. I told her that I thought the dog would stop barking so much if she had a dog house to go into.
I haven't heard the man beating the dog again, but I have heard him loving her up, (sigh). I did, however, report to the County lady that I had heard him beat her to try to get her to shut up. She said they would be doing a "welfare check." That sounds fine to me. I also told her I wanted to be anonymous. The last thing I need is more troublesome neighbors.
When I am in my warm bed at night, and the wind is blowing hard and cold, or it is raining, I am so very sad for the dog. I hear the clinking of the tags on my little shih-tzus as they mosey around the bed in the dark like tiny cows and I realize how lucky they are.
It's not called "Sacramento County Animal Control" anymore. It's called "Sacramento County Animal Care and Services." That's good.
I had looked over the fence that morning to see if they had given the barking dog a house yet, but no house. I then noticed that I couldn't see a bowl of food or water anywhere.
When I finally got someone to answer, (I was on hold for over ten minutes just to speak to a person), I reported the problem only after I stated I did not want the dog picked up only to be put down. I told her that the dog has no shelter and perhaps no food or water and barks quite a bit. I told her that I thought the dog would stop barking so much if she had a dog house to go into.
I haven't heard the man beating the dog again, but I have heard him loving her up, (sigh). I did, however, report to the County lady that I had heard him beat her to try to get her to shut up. She said they would be doing a "welfare check." That sounds fine to me. I also told her I wanted to be anonymous. The last thing I need is more troublesome neighbors.
When I am in my warm bed at night, and the wind is blowing hard and cold, or it is raining, I am so very sad for the dog. I hear the clinking of the tags on my little shih-tzus as they mosey around the bed in the dark like tiny cows and I realize how lucky they are.
Friday, December 22, 2006
CHRISTMAS
I cant wait untill christmas! The best day ever i got my boyfriend a tight presant . I got him a blue glass dragon . I think he will like it . so today went by fast we had a rally ! the had music and dancers and a whole bunch of other things but yeah thats what i have to say
Friday, December 15, 2006
Barking Dog
My neighbor that lives directly behind me has a large, brindle, mixed breed dog. She has been barking a lot lately. She has been waking me up early in the morning. I finally had it the other day when she woke me up at 5:30 in the morning.
I went over to her house and knocked on the door. The man of the house answered. I was very nice. He told me that he has been trying to train her not to bark. How do you train a dog not to bark, especially if she is outside all the time? He told me her sister was gone, (what does that mean?), and she has been outside because they had a newborn in the house, and they don't want her around the baby.
I have been hoping someone else would call the police or the ASPCA, but just now I heard something that really pisses me off.
I was sitting on my bed by the window. I had it open a little bit, and so was able to hear the dog barking very, very well. I started having fun with it, and told my dogs to "speak." We were all barking for a little while. We stopped and I was watching tv. The dog on the other side was still barking. After a while, I heard the man yelling at her to shut up. Then I heard this sound that sounded kinda like a big tennis ball bouncing over and over. I didn't know what it was until I heard the dog begin to whine. He was hitting her really hard.
I felt instantly sick. I felt almost responsible. I wanted to steal her from them. What can I do?
I guess I will have to call the ASPCA. I have been afraid to call anybody because I felt that at least she had a home and was fed. She doesn't have a dog house, though. When it rains, she has to stay under the awning of the house. They have a wicker love seat there for her to lay on. I was afraid that if she got taken from them, she would get put down because she is a large, mixed breed dog and they are hard to get adopted. I knew that the ASPCA would come out and tell them to get her a house. I figured they would get her one, but she would still be outside all by herself. But now. . .
Based on tv, I don't think the ASPCA will have her put down. I will have to call because she has had enough abuse.
I went over to her house and knocked on the door. The man of the house answered. I was very nice. He told me that he has been trying to train her not to bark. How do you train a dog not to bark, especially if she is outside all the time? He told me her sister was gone, (what does that mean?), and she has been outside because they had a newborn in the house, and they don't want her around the baby.
I have been hoping someone else would call the police or the ASPCA, but just now I heard something that really pisses me off.
I was sitting on my bed by the window. I had it open a little bit, and so was able to hear the dog barking very, very well. I started having fun with it, and told my dogs to "speak." We were all barking for a little while. We stopped and I was watching tv. The dog on the other side was still barking. After a while, I heard the man yelling at her to shut up. Then I heard this sound that sounded kinda like a big tennis ball bouncing over and over. I didn't know what it was until I heard the dog begin to whine. He was hitting her really hard.
I felt instantly sick. I felt almost responsible. I wanted to steal her from them. What can I do?
I guess I will have to call the ASPCA. I have been afraid to call anybody because I felt that at least she had a home and was fed. She doesn't have a dog house, though. When it rains, she has to stay under the awning of the house. They have a wicker love seat there for her to lay on. I was afraid that if she got taken from them, she would get put down because she is a large, mixed breed dog and they are hard to get adopted. I knew that the ASPCA would come out and tell them to get her a house. I figured they would get her one, but she would still be outside all by herself. But now. . .
Based on tv, I don't think the ASPCA will have her put down. I will have to call because she has had enough abuse.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
MY NEW BOYFRIEND
OK i have a new boy friend and he is so sweet i never meet a guy who is exactly like me! Im a girl version of him, its totaly weird lol. He is so buff like the incredible hulk so cute and so sweet man i can go on for days butt ill save you guys that lol
Monday, December 11, 2006
The Phantom Fart
I have told my son, nieces and the rest of my family to never fart in close proximity(sp?) to me. Now, I know that no one, (hopefully), wants to smell a fart, but it's far more than that for me. Seriously.
Have you seen, "Click," with Adam Sandler? Remember the part where he's pissed at his boss, (David Hasselhoff), and stops time and farts loooong and hard directly into the guy's mouth? When he starts time again, his boss tries to talk, but keeps smacking his mouth and lips, trying to figure out what that is. He asks his secretary, "Shit? Did you put SHIT in my LUNCH?"
So, back to why I can't stand farting close to me. It is because the air that was JUST IN YOUR ASS is now IN MY NOSE and AROUND MY MOUTH! It is because there are ASS PARTICLES flying around lose in the air! ASS PARTICLES! From SOMEONE ELSE'S ASS!
Okay! Christmas is the time of year when everyone is shopping. Happy shoppers! Joyfully shopping and. . . farting.
I was at Walmart. I was joyfully shopping and turning a corner into a completely empty row. I needed cat food. As I turned into the row, I smelled it. I immediately closed my mouth and held my breath. Now, this wasn't your run of the mill fart; it was like some kinda hot, thick, diarhea fart! I almost barfed.
WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL lets lose this kind of fart in public? I tried to comfort myself, telling myself that it was some poor old person who had lost control of their ass. We can only hope. There was suddenly a crowd of people at the other end of the row, and after I grabbed the cat food, I had to turn around and walk through it again! Uuugh! Evil resides in that person's ass. Seriously.
All these people shopping means you are exposed to more people than usual while picking up anything at any store. You are in greater peril than one may have thought. Think about it, then don't go around shopping with your mouth open.
Have you seen, "Click," with Adam Sandler? Remember the part where he's pissed at his boss, (David Hasselhoff), and stops time and farts loooong and hard directly into the guy's mouth? When he starts time again, his boss tries to talk, but keeps smacking his mouth and lips, trying to figure out what that is. He asks his secretary, "Shit? Did you put SHIT in my LUNCH?"
So, back to why I can't stand farting close to me. It is because the air that was JUST IN YOUR ASS is now IN MY NOSE and AROUND MY MOUTH! It is because there are ASS PARTICLES flying around lose in the air! ASS PARTICLES! From SOMEONE ELSE'S ASS!
Okay! Christmas is the time of year when everyone is shopping. Happy shoppers! Joyfully shopping and. . . farting.
I was at Walmart. I was joyfully shopping and turning a corner into a completely empty row. I needed cat food. As I turned into the row, I smelled it. I immediately closed my mouth and held my breath. Now, this wasn't your run of the mill fart; it was like some kinda hot, thick, diarhea fart! I almost barfed.
WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL lets lose this kind of fart in public? I tried to comfort myself, telling myself that it was some poor old person who had lost control of their ass. We can only hope. There was suddenly a crowd of people at the other end of the row, and after I grabbed the cat food, I had to turn around and walk through it again! Uuugh! Evil resides in that person's ass. Seriously.
All these people shopping means you are exposed to more people than usual while picking up anything at any store. You are in greater peril than one may have thought. Think about it, then don't go around shopping with your mouth open.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
The Bitch Is Back
Hey, folks! I have finally become brave enough to get online and post. I have been dealing with a slew of trouble.
First of all, my computer was down again. I got on the phone with Dell, paid $99, and only four hours later, (sense the sarcasm?) my computer was free of the 28,526 issues it had on it. They were things like viruses, downloaders, worms, advertisements, etc. The guy ran it through four cleaners before it finally was clean. I thought I might need an exocist after the first three cleaners, but the fourth got the rest. The Dell guy put a 30 day trial version of a security system on my 'puter. I will still need to buy the updates for the one I already have on it. I also defragmented it. It took a long time. My SBCYahoo shortcut disappeared, so I have to get on the phone with those guys to fix that. I am using only my Internet Explorer, right now.
Last week was crap. Pure crap! It went like this:
Monday: My newest adoptee, Ghost, the dirty, old, white cat, died. He was extremely skinny and dirty, not good signs for cats, but I fed him and hoped for the best. Knowing that he was sick and old was really no comfort for me when he died. He died horribly. He had messed himself and his little outdoor house, and collapsed on the grass. My son, Seth found him on the grass when he was waiting for my dad to pick him up for school. Poor Ghost was half frozen. He was meowing very slowly. Seth got me up, and I put him on top of the dryer and turned it on. I wrapped him in my robe and got the heating pad under him on low. I put a warm baggie of water between his little wet paws. He didn't seem to be able to see, but he could sense me. I warmed him up pretty good before it was time to go to the vet. I had to wait an hour to take him. I surrendered him to them, and I am positive they put him down. I cried on the way to work, and left after a half a day. I cried all that night.
Tuesday: The night I was crying for Ghost turned into Tuesday. Three o'clock in the morning Tuesday, something happened to me that had never happened before. I had dreaded something like this happening to me all my life; my toilet overflowed. I had just gone pee and flushed the toilet. I standing there washing my hands when I hear, "splassshhhssssssss" and then felt cold, pee water on my feet! Eeeeeeew! Oh my God, it was sooooo gross! I got a whole bunch of towles and mopped it up. I put a clean towle down, and washed my feet. I was really, really sleepy, too. I sucked so bad. The next day I bleached the HELL out of it. Which could've been part of what caused Wednesday's problem.
Wednesday: I had been crying about Ghost the night before, and when I got up, my eyes were swollen and light sensitive, but not too bad. I got to work, and thought to myself, "It sure seems bright in here, today." I tried to start working, but got an aura. Yep, a monkey, freakin' migraine! Damnit! I hate when I get them when I'm already at work! My dad had to come and get me, and I can't really see, so he has to lead me out and help me and drama, drama, drama! I don't mind other people's drama, but I absolutely HATE mine! It's embarrassing!
Thursday: I was still sick from my migraine, and was home from work. My dad is getting certified for remote control plane flying. He called me and asked me if I could pick up Seth so that he could stay in Woodland and fly a little longer. I said, "Of course." I went to Target to pick up some Claritin, and whilst backing out, I saw my mom! We went to her house and had lunch. It was a very nice lunch. Then it was time for me to go pick up Seth because he gets out at 1:30 on Thursdays. I had just crossed Fulton while on Hurley, when the cars ahead of me suddenly braked hard. I thought I might hit the guy in front of me, but didn't. I looked in my review mirror to see if the guy behind me was going to hit me, and to my absolute horror, he was! He was trying to get through the green light and was coming fast! I turned my car towards the sidewalk and started to go, but he hit me! It wasn't too bad a hit, but it knocked my little pink hat right off my head! My car has a crack in the back lights and in the fiber glass, but it looks fine! The other guy's car was crumpled in the front!
Friday: I woke up stiff and sore. I was also dizzy. Not enough to go to the emergency for, but enough to make me not go to work. All the troubles, all the time off work which equals no money, all the crap I've been going through emotionally; all were too much for me, and I had a little breakdown. My dad came to pick me up, and took me to mom and dad's. They kindly offered to have me move in with them, but I can never feel like the adult I am when I live with them. I cannot be the mother I am with them living in the same house. I cannot be myself, as I am now. I tend to become their little girl, and become too comfortable. It's just not right for children to go back home, and never attractive to a possible love interest. I't not a good example for kids, either. I HAVE to be stronger! Looks like it's time for: da ta da! Super-anti-depressants! Strength you can buy! Then it's, "Look out world!"
Wish me luck, my peeps, and maybe say a little prayer. I can use all the help I can get! I am going to have a positive post, next time. I am trying to think of something positive. Got any ideas?
First of all, my computer was down again. I got on the phone with Dell, paid $99, and only four hours later, (sense the sarcasm?) my computer was free of the 28,526 issues it had on it. They were things like viruses, downloaders, worms, advertisements, etc. The guy ran it through four cleaners before it finally was clean. I thought I might need an exocist after the first three cleaners, but the fourth got the rest. The Dell guy put a 30 day trial version of a security system on my 'puter. I will still need to buy the updates for the one I already have on it. I also defragmented it. It took a long time. My SBCYahoo shortcut disappeared, so I have to get on the phone with those guys to fix that. I am using only my Internet Explorer, right now.
Last week was crap. Pure crap! It went like this:
Monday: My newest adoptee, Ghost, the dirty, old, white cat, died. He was extremely skinny and dirty, not good signs for cats, but I fed him and hoped for the best. Knowing that he was sick and old was really no comfort for me when he died. He died horribly. He had messed himself and his little outdoor house, and collapsed on the grass. My son, Seth found him on the grass when he was waiting for my dad to pick him up for school. Poor Ghost was half frozen. He was meowing very slowly. Seth got me up, and I put him on top of the dryer and turned it on. I wrapped him in my robe and got the heating pad under him on low. I put a warm baggie of water between his little wet paws. He didn't seem to be able to see, but he could sense me. I warmed him up pretty good before it was time to go to the vet. I had to wait an hour to take him. I surrendered him to them, and I am positive they put him down. I cried on the way to work, and left after a half a day. I cried all that night.
Tuesday: The night I was crying for Ghost turned into Tuesday. Three o'clock in the morning Tuesday, something happened to me that had never happened before. I had dreaded something like this happening to me all my life; my toilet overflowed. I had just gone pee and flushed the toilet. I standing there washing my hands when I hear, "splassshhhssssssss" and then felt cold, pee water on my feet! Eeeeeeew! Oh my God, it was sooooo gross! I got a whole bunch of towles and mopped it up. I put a clean towle down, and washed my feet. I was really, really sleepy, too. I sucked so bad. The next day I bleached the HELL out of it. Which could've been part of what caused Wednesday's problem.
Wednesday: I had been crying about Ghost the night before, and when I got up, my eyes were swollen and light sensitive, but not too bad. I got to work, and thought to myself, "It sure seems bright in here, today." I tried to start working, but got an aura. Yep, a monkey, freakin' migraine! Damnit! I hate when I get them when I'm already at work! My dad had to come and get me, and I can't really see, so he has to lead me out and help me and drama, drama, drama! I don't mind other people's drama, but I absolutely HATE mine! It's embarrassing!
Thursday: I was still sick from my migraine, and was home from work. My dad is getting certified for remote control plane flying. He called me and asked me if I could pick up Seth so that he could stay in Woodland and fly a little longer. I said, "Of course." I went to Target to pick up some Claritin, and whilst backing out, I saw my mom! We went to her house and had lunch. It was a very nice lunch. Then it was time for me to go pick up Seth because he gets out at 1:30 on Thursdays. I had just crossed Fulton while on Hurley, when the cars ahead of me suddenly braked hard. I thought I might hit the guy in front of me, but didn't. I looked in my review mirror to see if the guy behind me was going to hit me, and to my absolute horror, he was! He was trying to get through the green light and was coming fast! I turned my car towards the sidewalk and started to go, but he hit me! It wasn't too bad a hit, but it knocked my little pink hat right off my head! My car has a crack in the back lights and in the fiber glass, but it looks fine! The other guy's car was crumpled in the front!
Friday: I woke up stiff and sore. I was also dizzy. Not enough to go to the emergency for, but enough to make me not go to work. All the troubles, all the time off work which equals no money, all the crap I've been going through emotionally; all were too much for me, and I had a little breakdown. My dad came to pick me up, and took me to mom and dad's. They kindly offered to have me move in with them, but I can never feel like the adult I am when I live with them. I cannot be the mother I am with them living in the same house. I cannot be myself, as I am now. I tend to become their little girl, and become too comfortable. It's just not right for children to go back home, and never attractive to a possible love interest. I't not a good example for kids, either. I HAVE to be stronger! Looks like it's time for: da ta da! Super-anti-depressants! Strength you can buy! Then it's, "Look out world!"
Wish me luck, my peeps, and maybe say a little prayer. I can use all the help I can get! I am going to have a positive post, next time. I am trying to think of something positive. Got any ideas?
Friday, December 08, 2006
Top Model
Does anyone watch this show? I LOVE it!! I've been watching this show from the beginning. I'm getting very good at knowing who is going to be the Top Model. Cycle 7 as it was known. To tell the truth I did like very many from this group. The whining was on my last nerve! Almost all the girls did it. Only two seemed to be truly happy to be there.
It came down to Melrose and Caridee. I love Caridee and I'm sooo glad she won. Melrose was just too stuck up. I wanted her to go the first show. She made me sick, but she could model. It made sense that she was one of the final two.
Caridee was the one that suprised me the most. She was just one of the girls. It was about the third show when I told Rosemary " She's going to make it to the finals" I knew she would be in the top three at least. I started to scream when they showed her picture and told her that she won.
So will I be right the next cycle? We will see.
It came down to Melrose and Caridee. I love Caridee and I'm sooo glad she won. Melrose was just too stuck up. I wanted her to go the first show. She made me sick, but she could model. It made sense that she was one of the final two.
Caridee was the one that suprised me the most. She was just one of the girls. It was about the third show when I told Rosemary " She's going to make it to the finals" I knew she would be in the top three at least. I started to scream when they showed her picture and told her that she won.
So will I be right the next cycle? We will see.
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