Ok, just one more post for the moment.... PENGUINS!
I've had so many people ask about my little penguins - and even some order them - that I thought I'd put a page together for them. There's a new button over to the left which will stay there so you can find them again with ease.
And no, I don't mean uptight white conservatives, I mean nasty, stinging, aggressive bugs. Mika started going bonkers. Wanted to get to the window. (master bedroom, right behind my bed) I didn't know why. I assumed she just wanted to look out. Sometimes she's like that. So I pulled back the blanket we use to help block out the light and pulled up the blinds. Few minutes later I hear something and she's freaking out. Turns out there's a wasp stuck on the inside of the liner we have behind the blinds. I squish it through the paper and kill it. I notice they're utterly swarming outside my window. They're everywhere. Ew....I go back to the computer, passing the one off as a fluke. Not ten minutes later it happens again. This time after I squish it, I call the office and tell them to get over here right away.
Maintenence comes and ends up caulking three holes along the window. (yeah, nice hu?) The exterminator is on his way back to the property to take out the hive itself that's outside the window since it's huge.
All I know is I'm freaked out over the thought that two wasps came in as it was and that my bed is right against the window. I can't even imagine how horrible it could have been, sleeping and getting stung by the hoard outside. Wasps coming in through closed windows and getting you as you lay in bed. It's the start to a horror movie if ever I've heard one.
*shudders*
So now my bedroom stinks of caulk and bug killer. And I've got the heebie-jeebies from thinking about those bugs getting in. I had to write about it though or else it'd sit on my mind and gnaw at me. Better to let it out. Thank goodness for my hyper active cat and her notice that something was moving around by the window. Just another reason why having a kitty around is helpful.
Darnit. There's two hardcover (read: expensive) books that came out this week that I've been waiting for. Time of Judgment - the very last official Changeling: The Dreaming book *cries* - and Angel-Seeker: A Novel of Samaria the latest in a series I simply love. Bah! Two items I had put on my wishlist waiting for them to come out and now they're both out and both in the same week! Grr.
Anyone want to buy some jewelry or horns from me so I can make some money and get the books? :)
1. ...your first grade teacher's name? She was a nun. 1st-3rd grade I went to Catholic school. Her name was Sister Wilhelmeana. We used to say it like this though: Sister Will-Hell-MEAN-a - stress on the mean. Because she sure was.
2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon? Oh I loved the Gummi Bears and Care Bears and I watched Looney Tunes and Smurfs and Jem and Snorkles and all kinds of stuff. I just loved cartoons.
3. ...the name of your very first best friend? my next-door neighbor was a boy a few years younger then me and we played together all the time. His name was Curtis. My first best friend complete with all the goofy best friend things young girls do was a friend from school named Shannon.
4. ...your favorite breakfast cereal? hrm...my mom didn't let me have many sweet ones as a kid. Mainly I ate Kix that I put honey on. Now I really like Fruity Pebbles. Yum.
5. ...your favorite thing to do after school? ride my bike.
Looks like we might be heading back over to WDW tomorrow. Our friend Rand is busy with family things and hey, why not make it five weekends in a row? *laughs* Sunday we might hit our local Renn Faire which starts this weekend, but in a totally different and really far away place. Bah. I need to dust off my horns (always for sale, let me know if you want to buy a pair!) and figure out which ones I want to wear. :)
Sounds like a fun weekend ahead. Which is good because I can sure use it. Alrighty, I'm out for now. More perhaps later. Ta!
Made a few minor updates to my journal. Added a moon phase, some pics of my hair and eyes in my info section, and even a size chart (just for the hell of it since I understand at one point my Love didn't know what my shoe size was and needed to know when he got me my rollerblades at xmas.) Just kinda bored but not feeling like doing anything practical. So, as you can see, instead I'm doing very useless things. *laughs* Oh well. That's the beauty of a personal site, right? You can do whatever you want on it and no one can force you to do anything useful with it!
What is with my net today? c-h-u-g.... Bah. It's just being really slow. Hate days like that. There's a reason that I spend an ungodly amount of money on my cable modem each month - it's because I actually want to be able to load things, oh, I don't know, quickly perhaps WITHOUT wait times. *grumbles*
Random funny tangent"What can Brown do for you?". Um, you can start by never referring to yourself as BROWN. That's gross, UPS! (as seen on some random website just now)
So, yeah. Yesterday my mom came down. Brought her pc over with its apparently once again broken hard drive. We went to the mall and she wanted to buy me a new pocketbook. The one I have I love and all but now with my sunglasses case (I never used to carry the case to my glasses in my bag because I never needed to take them off while out) in there, it was too small and things were literally bulging out the top. We went to Burdines first and I saw one I really loved. But it was pricey and I put it down and looked through the rest. Anything I liked was too small or in really ugly colors. The one I originally picked out was this really awesome shade of red leather. So, my mom had them hold the one I liked - despite my protests that it was frivolous because of cost - and we went to two further stores. By this point, I really couldn't appreciate any other bags because I couldn't find any in that kind of red. I've never had a red bag before - instead always going for the more sedate black or dark brown - so it was weird how much I really loved that color. (Though the color is the same kind as an impossible $800 red leather chair I obsess over at Bombay company.) But I was just spellbound by that color. In the end, I really wasn't happy with anything else. Things that were ok where almost as much as the first one anyway and no where near as well liked. So, in the end, my mom ended up getting it for me because she knew I really like it the best and we decided that it would be my birthday present. Normally she gets me some small jewlery item and I made her promise that she wouldn't and this would be it instead. I didn't mind that I got it two montsh early; I really just fell in love with it. So, as absurdly silly as it sounds, I'm enamoured with my new purse. It holds everything, the strap's perfect, it's got pretty stitching on it, I love the color, it's the perfect size, etc. I've never really been that excited over something so normally practical for me in my life, but I like it, my mom likes it and even my Love thinks its a classy bag. *laughs* How silly to be talking so much about a purse! Well enough babbling about it, might as well show it to you:
Hrm...I had something else to talk about but darned if I can remember. I need to upload some pics to show off my new glasses and sunglasses. Just been lazy. (even the pic of the bag I snagged from Fossil's website) I think I feel like taking a shower, and since I heard the dryer stop a little while ago, I know I have some clean towels in there. (four to be exact. stupid mini w/d for apartments. yeah it's better then nothing, but having room to do only 4 towels means a LOT of loads)
Oh well. Alrighty. Think I'll close for now. Shower, get dressed and check the mail. Sounds like an exciting afternoon, hu? :)
edit: Ugh...it pains my heart. The Bombay Company chair I mentioned I love is now on clearance. *waaaa* That means I'll really never be able to get it since they'll be gone soon and there's no way I'll ever have the money for it. You can bask in how lovely it is...
See the product info here. *sniffles* damned being poor.
Spent a nice day with my mom. Got the coolest purse ever as an early birthday present. More on both tomorrow when I pen a real entry. For now me and my still upset stomach are calling it a night.
Bored. Stomach hurts. Grumpy. Me in a nutshell. Thrilling, ain't it?
Mom broke her pc again. Though she claims she didn't do anything. Gave her a new hard drive. Everything worked. Within days it didn't. Ergo, she did something to it. Deleted something; tried to install something; got a virus - who knows. The possibilities are endless. Love hates being the free tech support guy. Doesn't enjoy doing it eight hours of the day when he's getting paid to do it. Likes it even less when it's my mom (or his mom or whomever) screwing things up and him being called on to keep fixing it. Because this also means we'll have to go up there - and sometime soon, she's always in a hurry to get it back - and spend an entire evening hooking it back up for her. She's bringing it by tomorrow. We're supposed to hang out.
I've got cramps. Don't think that's helping my mood. Feeling bitter at pretty much everything in general. Should go to bed but don't really feel like it. Should straighten up so when mom comes over she doesn't start cleaning. (Gods I hate that. No mom, I'm not anal retentively clean like you. Deal with it.) You'd think she'd be used to it by now. I have been living out of the house for almost ten years now.
The word coupon is NOT pronounced with a "Q" sound. The word is koo-pon, not q-pon. There's no "Q" anywhere near it. It's coup and is pronounced in the same was as the French word; the noise that a dove makes. In fact, the word has it's origins in the French word, coup and therefore, beyond the fact it's spelled that way and should be pronounced as such, but it actually COMES FROM that word and should be pronounced as such.
Coup has had a rich development in French, gaining numerous senses, participating in numerous phrases, such as coup d'état,) and giving rise to many derivatives, including couper, “to divide with a blow or stroke, to cut.” Couper yielded the word coupon, “a portion that is cut off,” which came to refer to a certificate that was detachable from a principal certificate. The detachable certificate could be exchanged for interest or dividend payments by the holder of the principal certificate. Coupon is first recorded in English in 1822 with this sense and then came to apply to forms or tickets, detachable or otherwise, that could be exchanged for various benefits or used to request information.
You sound like a damned idiot when you say it Q-pon. And now that you know better, stop butchering the word and pronounce it like it's meant to be said! Oh and by the way, if you have a commerical on national tv, try not to sound like a dumbass - make your voice over actor pronounce things properly or people will associate stupidity with your business.
For the record, me = migraine all day today. So beyond the ten minutes I spent on the post I wrote earlier, I've been on the couch all day. The pc's just been killing my eyes. Ok, everything's been killing my eyes. I didn't even feel well enough to go check the mail today. Which is pretty unwell seeing as I love mail.
So I think I'm going to call it a night. Me and a migraine ice. Fucking head.
Office building windows that thousands of visitors believed bore the image of the Virgin Mary were discovered broken Monday, police said.
The three top panes that showed what appeared to be the Virgin Mary's veiled head were broken. The damage was discovered when a ministry worker arrived Monday morning and it is believed the damage was done overnight.
First off, you have no idea what a horrid eyesore this thing was. And what a destructive waste. The building was a thriving office building. It used to house a credit union and other offices. They used to - and here's the important part - paint xmas murals on the windows. Then, ooooh...a "miracle" came to town. A chemical reaction between the paints they used to use, the glass surface itself and our horrid water here in Florida made a permanent oil slick on the glass. You know, like the rainbow you see in puddles of grease and oil? Same thing, only on glass. All of a sudden though, it was the fucking virgin mary. And it was a "sign from god." *rollseyes* So the nice people who owned the building and who had jobs there eventually had to move. Why? Oh well, it'd because the gullible xtians who came by the truckload - to the tune of half a million the first month - clogged an already very busy intersection, the only N-S route, and flooded the area with their need to see the miracle for themselves. As someone who's driven by the ugly grease stain many times, let me tell you, there was nothing miraculous let alone interesting about it. Eventually, the company had to close. The building went into horrid disrepair - boarded up windows, parking lot gone to seed - as they charged money, set up plastic chairs and put up a monstrosity of a crucifix to keep them coming to the site. (and for those who couldn't make the trip, there's even live webcam feed to ensure they keep pimping themselves out!)
Secondly, even if you are christian, this is just another example of the idiocy of blind faith. Not to mention idolocy. Making a lovely idol out of - and say it with me now - a grease stain on the side of a building. No, that's not Jesus on your potato chip and it's not a holy sign from god when you get a chemical stain on a building either. It's shit like this that makes all us non-xtians think all you xtians are looney. Going to visit the site of a building. Oh please. Surely your faith has more merit then an oil slick. And please tell me that you don't actually put your faith in some panes of glass. I've never seen the Goddess in a twinkee, but I see the beauty in the world each and everyday and that impresses the hell out of me a lot more then some silly "sign" ever would.
Thirdly, these people have made MILLIONS off this crap. Hawking out tickets and prayer crap and official photos of the "blessed event." Yeah. Lining their pockets because these people's faith is so pathetic, it requires trinkets to give it meaning.
The entire lot has been a horrible eyesore - and not just because of the building itself. It's just another horrible and embarrassing view of Clearwater right up there with the Scientology zombies that patrol in lockstep and khaki uniform in Occupied Downtown Clearwater.
So, viva to the vandals. It's about damned time. Maybe we can all get back on with our lives now and stop feeling the need to gawk at an office building. Well, until the next time someone gets a bag of "blessed" potato chips anyway.
Just a quickie....got my glasses yesterday. Woah are they strong. My old perscription must have been really weak. Stumbled around most of the day being disorentied from the depth perception issues but damn could I see far away. I need to take the sunglasses in and get the arms shorter - they're just extremely long and are poking my head way past my ears. Other then that, it's all good. Just can't wait 'til I'm used to them! *oooh...worlds moving wonky around the edges!*
Happy Leap Day to everyone *grins* and Happy Birthday to those of you who only get to celebrate your birthday ever four years. I'm out for the day, but I wanted to have a Feb. 29th entry and here it is. :)
