Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Sci-Fi Profile

You scored as Serenity (from Firefly). You like to live your own way and do not enjoy when anyone but a friend tries to tell you that you should do different. Now if only the Reavers would quit trying to skin you.

Coming on December 1, 2005:

Your Ultimate Sci-Fi Profile: which sci-fi crew would you best fit in? The Sequel

SG-1 (from Stargate)


Serenity (from Firefly)


Galactica (from Battlestar: Galactica)


Millennium Falcon (from Star Wars)


Nebuchadnezzar (from The Matrix)


Enterprise D (from Star Trek)


Moya (from Farscape)


Bebop (from Cowboy Bebop)


Your Ultimate Sci-Fi Profile: which sci-fi crew would you best fit in? (pics)
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Monday, November 28, 2005

Moving In

I thought we had too much stuff when I was packing. Now I know for sure UNpacking it, and trying to find room for it all.
This is a smaller house. Don't get me wrong, I love this place. I just wish I could wiggle my nose and have it all put away.
The dogs are not happy with me either. We have new furniture in the living room and they are not allowed in there. They stand by the gate I put in the doorway and pout. Tough. I want it to stay looking nice and enjoy my new things, not something that will happen with 2, 130+ lb dogs rooting away on it.

Well, back to work. I still have to find a home for way too much stuff.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Today is the day

We are closing on our new digs today and then moving in!!!
Can you tell that I am excited?
But I may not be around for a few days, stuff to do, unpacking putting away blah, blah,blah.
Here's wishing you all a good Thanksgiving, see you on the other side.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

More on the "Holiday Season"

In the old days it was not called the "Holiday Season". The Christians called it "Christmas" and went to church. The Jews called it "Hanukka" and went to synagogue. The Athiests went to parties and drank.
People passing each other on the street would say "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Hanukka" or to the athiests, "Watch out for that wall!"

Monday, November 21, 2005

Getting set up

One of the frustrating things about moving to a new area is setting up the utilities. (Gee, did you think I meant something else?)
The electric company was a breeze. We got to talk with a real live person, in person. I mean she had a pulse and everything. Plus she was polite. It was quick, simple and painless. It took about 10 minutes of our time and then we were on our way. The service will be in our name by the time we close on Wednesday.
Now the phone service was something else altogether. First just finding the correct company for service was an experience. In frustration. Then just try to find an office or even a phone number to call to set up service.
After going to 2 differnt buildings in 2 differnt towns, and getting nowhere fast, my hubby finally pounded on the door. At least this one was labeled for UPS deliveries, so there was a possibility that there was actually a human inside. He gave us directions to a town 30 miles away, that he said had live people to talk to about this.
We arrive at the telephone office and lo and behold, there are live people there. However, we were just shown to a desk area and told to call to set up service.
We had just driven 30 nmiles to make a phone call.
By this time, not being exactly sure that I would not be overly sarcastic, I asked my hubby to make the phone call. He waited on hold for about 20 minutes before talking with a supposedly live person. I was begining to wonder if the person on the other end of the phone was in India, or Pakistan where lots of call centers are located now days.
They wanted more infomation than most cops during a traffic stop. For basic phone service. You would think that we were trying to set up security for a visiting dignitary. I was waiting for them to ask for urine and stool samples. No wonder they hide in an undisclosed location and talk to you over the phone.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Just another day

Hotels can be nice places. The one we are in is not bad. But they are wearing.
We are waiting to close on our new place. Fortunately we only have to wait until Wednesday. Until then we are in a hotel. I can hardly wait until we move in to the house.

We went out to take some measurements for things. I wanted to stay. I wanted to start putting things away. I wanted to wake up there tomorrow.

Aren't I just the most pitiful black hole of need? Wednesday will be here soon enough, along with the work of unloading boxes, a chest freezer, boxes,an antique coke machine and oh, did I mention some boxes?

We are never moving again, ok, well at least I am never moving again. I told my hubby that if he wants to move to just shoot me first and bury me in the backyard. Because, like I said, I am never moving again.

Friday, November 18, 2005

All about me......

I am a cast iron bitch. Ask any one who knows me. Well, except for my hubby, kids, grandkids.....
We have recently moved to a different state, and I am missing my oldest grandson...the youngest one already lives far from us.(That is bad enough)
I miss the way his little eyes light up and that grin encompasses his whole face and his little arms reach up for me.
He is just learning to talk and I had a conversation with him on the phone, his answer to everything was "yup" and then bye-bye.
If I wasn't such a mean old bitch I'd just sit right down and have a good old cry........but that would rust the cast iron.
I just couldn't ruin my reputation............sniff.

Some people are just stupid........

If you were driving a little car would you pull out in front of a large bus, going downhill?
Some idiot did that to me this morning. Just because he had a death wish doesn't mean that I do as well.
Fortunately for me, the asshole was left to live and dissapoint Darwin.
It didn't do my little old heart much good, but I can go on with the hope that he offs himself...soon.

Oh, the holidays

The sounds of December days are muffled under a blanket of snow, whether the gray and white days of falling snow, or the sunny days of blue skies and glistening snow. In the meadows few animals are seen. Only their footprints are revealed, in meandering lines that originate somewhere unseen and go to places unknown. Grasses nod their heads of grain, inviting flocks of passing birds. Cardinals, so secretive throughout the summer nesting season, now flaunt themselves on backyard feeders, and sprays of wild roseberries add a decorative touch of red to roadsides and hedgerows.
The nights of December fall dark and early, and houses twinkle with strings of colored lights. Back porches are stacked with firewood, and the crystalline air is delicately scented with wood smoke. Inside, homes are filled with firelight and candle glow, and ovens yield old family recipies, while outside, the drifting snow fills the valleys and covers the rooftops.

This all sounds so wonderful, peaceful and comforting......................................

OK, now back to reality.

Most people , this time of year are waiting for the blitz days of savings at their area stores, the true start of their holiday season. They will line up in the pre-dawn hours the day after Thanksgiving, pushing and shoving their way into the stores as soon as the managers key hits the lock. Then, watch out! It is a free-for-all of grabbing, stuffing into shopping carts and rushing on to the next aisle..........kind of like an out of control mob of looters in a smash and grab frenzy after some disaster.
The background cacophony is made up of sterile Christmas music, the ceaseless ringing bell of a Salvation Army volunteer asking you to donate money, car horns, car alarms, sirens of all types and the cries and wails of overtired children demanding that you " buy me something. "
Thanksgiving is the the eve of this over- commercialized, basterdized debauchery. Thanksgiving used to be a time of families to gather, enjoy each others company, a good meal filled with special treats, love and laughter. That has been replaced, for many, with getting the ads from the newspaper, spreading them out on the table and making a battle plan of shopping the blitz day sales that would make a WWII general proud. Armed, not with the weapons of war, but with debit and credit cards, eyes steeled with determination of obtaining as much of the sale merchandise as they can carry, and God help you if you get in their way.
What has happened to the holiday season, when giving gifts was a sign of love for one another? It has spiraled down into a competition of gluttony, attempting to buy the the love and affection of those close to you, to demonstrate by spending beyond your means the " love " you have for someone, of buying instead of making your holiday meal.
Gone are the days of spending your time instead of your money, making with your own hands and heart, a special holiday rememberance for some one you care for. Just what are these people going to do when the economy crumbles under the weight of overspending with fiat currency? The depression that is sure to follow will make the depression days of the 1930's look a picnic on a warm summers day. Most will not have a clue how to survive when the local grocery store can no longer get their shipments of prefab, canned, boxed and frozen meals.
I feel blessed to have already known hardship, for it has made me a wiser person. One, who looks and plans ahead and puts away for the hard times that are sure to come. Who knows, maybe when the dust settles from an economic and political collapse, we liberty minded, freedom loving and self sufficent folks will be the majority of those that are left.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

The Begining

I wanted a place to post things that I feel would not belong on the blog I share with my hubby.
A place for poetry, short stories and that sort of thing, along with what ever strikies me at the time..........and probably some irreverant ramblings.