Oh, the things I do to entertain myself.
Dit Vas Die Night Before Kersfees. (Funny accent version.)
Dit vas die night before Kersfees, van alle deur die huis,
Nie’n skepsel vas stirring, nei’n even die pygmy muis
Die kouse vas gehang by die skoorsteen vith caar
En die hoop dat St. Nicholas soon vould be daar
Die kinders vas nestled alle snug in der beddens,
Terwyl visions ov Massam’s Nougat danced en der heds
En Moedar in haar kopdoek, en Ek in my cap
Het settled our brein vir’n lang vinter’s nap
Van op die grasperk daar arose such a cletter,
Ek spring uit die bed om te sien vat is die matter.
Avay ne die vindow Ek vloe like a flash
Tore die luike oop en gooi die sash.
Die maan op die breast of die sun-droe veldt
Het gave die noon glans do below objects
Ven vat aan my wonder oe should appeer
Maar’n miniatuur slee, an agt tiny Sprinbokke.
Vit’n little ou driver, so loevely en quick
Ek noe in en moment it moost be St. Nick.
More rapid den penguins is korseers dey caam
En hy fluit, en shouted, en called by die naam
Nou Cronje, Nou Anje, Nou Boeitje en Elspeth!
Op Rudi, Op Pieter! Op, op Otto en Anneth!
Doe die top of die veranda! Aan die top ou die vall!
Nou dash avay! Dash avay! Dash avay almal!
As droe leaves dat voor die wilde orkaan vly
Ven dey met’n hindernis, die mount do die sky
So up do die huis-top die korseers hulle vlew
Vid die slee full ou doys aan St. Nicholas doe.
Aan den, in’n flickering, ek het op die roof
die prance en die pawing ou each little hoof
Soos ek in my hed aan vas turning around
Doen die skoorsteen St Nicholas cameway bound
Hy vas dressed alle en vir vrom hys het do hys voot
aan hys cloves vere alle tarnished vid ashes aan soot
‘N bondel of doys hy had vlung on hys back
En hy lyk looke peddler juss open hys pak
Hys oe – how dey tvinkled! Hys dimples hoe merrie!
Hys jeeks vere lyk roses, hys neus soos’n jerrie!
Hys droelle little mouth vas drone oop lyk ‘n boe
Aan die baard ou hys jin vas as vite as die roe
Die stomp ov ‘n pyp hy het tyt en hys deeth
aan die smoke it omring hys kop lyk ‘n vreath
Hy het’n brood face en’n little ronde bellie
Dit shook ven hy laugh lyk n’ bowl-vol ou jellie
Hy vas jubby aan ploemp, ‘n roe jollie ou elv.
Aan Ek laugh ven Ek sien hym, ten spite ou myselv
N’ vink ou hys oe aan ‘n tvist ou hys het
soon gave my to knoe ek hat nozzing do dread
hy spoek nie’n voord but vent strait to hys verk
Aan villed alle die kouse den turned vid ‘n jerk
And laying his vingar aside hys noes
Aan giving ‘n nod, oop die skoorsteen hy rose!
Hy spring doe hys slee, do hys deem gave ‘n vistle
aan avay dey alle vlew like die down ov die distle
boot Ek hurd hym exkleim ‘ere hy droeve oot ov seight
Happie Kersfees to alle, aan do alle ‘n gooi-night.
And now for the actual translation:
Dit Was Die Aand Voor Kersfees,
Dit was die aand voor Kersfees, wanneer almal deur die huis.
Nie 'n skepsel was roer, nie eens 'n muis.
Die kouse was gehang deur die skoorsteen, met sorg,
In die hoop dat die St Nicholas binnekort sal daar wees.
Die kinders was nestled alle knus in hul beddens,
Terwyl die gesigte van die suiker-pruime in hul koppe gedans.
En Moedar in haar kopdoek, En ek in my cap.
Het net ons brein vir 'n lang winter se slap.
Wanneer op die grasperk, staan daar so 'n gekletter
,Ek spring uit die bed om te sien wat is die saak.
Weg na die venster gevlieg soos'n flits,
Tore die luike oop en gooi die venster.
Die maan op die bors van die verse sneeu,
Het die glans van die mid-dag voorwerpe hieronder.
Wanneer, wat aan my wonder oë moet verskyn,
Maar'n miniatuur slee, en agt klein rendier.
Met'n bietjie ou bestuurder, so lewendig en vinnig.
Ek het geweet dit moet in'n oomblik St Nick.
Vinniger as arende sy Drawwertjies wat hulle gekom het.
En Hy fluit, en geskree, en hulle by die naam genoem!
"Nou Dasher nou! Dancer! Nou Prancer en Vixen!
Op, Comet! Op, Cupido! op, op Donner en Blitzen!
Aan die bokant van die voorportaal! Aan die bokant van die muur!
Nou weg stamp nie! Stamp weg! Stamp weg almal!"
Soos droë blare wat voor die aangesig van die wilde orkaan vlieg.
Wanneer hulle aan met'n hindernis, die berg na die hemel.
So tot die huis bo die drawwertjies hulle gevlieg.
Met die slee vol speelgoed, en St Nicholas te.
En dan, in'n flikkerende, ek het op die dak gehoor.
Die pronk en betasting van elke klein kloue.
Soos ek in my kop geteken het, was om om te draai.
St Nicholas gekom het in die skoorsteen af met 'n gebonde.
Hy was geklee in bont, van sy kop om sy voet.
En sy klere was almal verkleur met as en roet.
'N bondel van speelgoed hy het op sy rug geslinger.
En hy lyk soos'n venter, net die open van sy pak.
Sy oë - hoe hulle blink! sy kuiltjies hoe vrolik!
Sy wange is soos rose, sy neus soos'n kers!
Sy oubollige mondjie is opgestel soos'n boog.
En die baard van sy ken is so wit soos die sneeu.
Die stomp van'n pyp wat hy beklee het styf in sy tande.
En die rook wat dit omring sy kop soos'n krans.
Hy het'n breë gesig en'n klein ronde maag.
Dit skud wanneer hy lag, soos'n bak vol jellie!
Hy was dik en mollig, 'n regte jolly ou elf.
En ek het gelag toe ek Hom sien, ten spyte van my eie!
'N knipoog van sy oog en 'n draai van sy kop.
Gou vir my gegee het om te weet ek het niks om te vrees nie.
Hy praat nie'n woord nie, maar het reguit na sy werk.
En gevul al die kouse, en draai dan met'n ruk.
En tot sy vinger afwyk van sy neus.
En wat'n knik, tot die skoorsteen het hy opgestaan!
Hy spring op sy slee na sy span het'n fluitjie.
En weg is hulle almal soos die vere van'n distel gevlieg.
Maar ek hoor hom roep, voordat hy gery het buite sig?.
"Geseënde Kersfees vir almal, en almal 'n goeie-nag!".
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
It's not that I don't care...
What is it that people (more specifically "those people") are drawn to about me? I mean like every time I go some place with other human beings I get dumped on by someone with their problems. From the bazaar Carrot Man of Baylor lore and the Goldfish Won't Look at Me Guy to people with legitimate problems always come to me. WHY?
Freakin A!
Okay, where is this coming from. 25 years of this. I think it's why I blog; people tell me their crap and I never get to tell them mine. I am going to illustrate the previous day as an example.
I had gotten home pretty late from going out with coworkers but still got up with the sunrise. Did some chores, and followed up on some correspondence - looked for other options of supplementing my still insufficient income all morning, got ready for the day, had lunch and headed out.
At Walmart I just needed make-up, but stood in line for an hour to buy it. while standing in line the lady in front of me talked about how "this is what they do - they build a super Walmart with 60 cashier's station but only open three of them" the entire time. No duh right, do I need to hear this every-time I go there. It's almost part of the shopping experience now, the old greeter, the crap selection, the crowded aisles, the long lines, the hour wait, and the Hoosier talking about how much the hate Walmart is all part of the Walmart experience.
I was standing in line at the shell station waiting to pay for coffee (just coffee) when the guy in line behind me started talking to me about how expensive things are these days, and how he can't even afford his cigarettes. I don't know what he wanted from me, or why he thought I would give a crap; Maybe it was just a floue. Did he want me to buy cigarettes for him or did he expect me to - uh 'cause no. If you can't afford something like cigarettes then you don't need them. Sandwiches are a different story. Anyway, by the time I got to the counter and paid the clerk (the one that looks like Eric Bana)
Then I went down to the 106 and everything was fine except for that one pervert that was there. Okay, he's a harmless pervert but still it's just like I'm not here to hear someone else's crap then literally as soon as the pervert left some random lesbian started talking about why her girlfriend is crazy. I don't know her or her girlfriend, and I didn't want to know the hour long story about how she got jealous 'cause you talked to some other girl she though you were trying to chise up.
That's the day in brief, it's much more to it than what is listed, and it's 25 years of days like this. Is there some sign over my head that I can't read, does it say free therapy? I just need a break, and a place to go where I don't have to hear about someone else's issues - I've got my own crap, and I need to relax to ya' know.
Maybe I'm just sick of people complaining when I'm workin' on my own issues.
I don't have the answers.
Maybe they're all so self centered they can't fathom talking about anything other than themselves and their lives are really that bad - or they lack the ability to work through their stuff so it happens and they kvetch about it for awhile then move on to the next issue. Maybe I'm just to nice to skief and bark voetsek. Sometimes I think they're chuffed to complain or gripe.
A late night with a Cremorian Fangor Beast,
Maddie
Currently watching: Galaxy Quest
P.S.
"Look I've got one job on this lousy ship; it's stupid, but I'm gonna do it!"
Freakin A!
Okay, where is this coming from. 25 years of this. I think it's why I blog; people tell me their crap and I never get to tell them mine. I am going to illustrate the previous day as an example.
I had gotten home pretty late from going out with coworkers but still got up with the sunrise. Did some chores, and followed up on some correspondence - looked for other options of supplementing my still insufficient income all morning, got ready for the day, had lunch and headed out.
At Walmart I just needed make-up, but stood in line for an hour to buy it. while standing in line the lady in front of me talked about how "this is what they do - they build a super Walmart with 60 cashier's station but only open three of them" the entire time. No duh right, do I need to hear this every-time I go there. It's almost part of the shopping experience now, the old greeter, the crap selection, the crowded aisles, the long lines, the hour wait, and the Hoosier talking about how much the hate Walmart is all part of the Walmart experience.
I was standing in line at the shell station waiting to pay for coffee (just coffee) when the guy in line behind me started talking to me about how expensive things are these days, and how he can't even afford his cigarettes. I don't know what he wanted from me, or why he thought I would give a crap; Maybe it was just a floue. Did he want me to buy cigarettes for him or did he expect me to - uh 'cause no. If you can't afford something like cigarettes then you don't need them. Sandwiches are a different story. Anyway, by the time I got to the counter and paid the clerk (the one that looks like Eric Bana)
Then I went down to the 106 and everything was fine except for that one pervert that was there. Okay, he's a harmless pervert but still it's just like I'm not here to hear someone else's crap then literally as soon as the pervert left some random lesbian started talking about why her girlfriend is crazy. I don't know her or her girlfriend, and I didn't want to know the hour long story about how she got jealous 'cause you talked to some other girl she though you were trying to chise up.
That's the day in brief, it's much more to it than what is listed, and it's 25 years of days like this. Is there some sign over my head that I can't read, does it say free therapy? I just need a break, and a place to go where I don't have to hear about someone else's issues - I've got my own crap, and I need to relax to ya' know.
Maybe I'm just sick of people complaining when I'm workin' on my own issues.
I don't have the answers.
Maybe they're all so self centered they can't fathom talking about anything other than themselves and their lives are really that bad - or they lack the ability to work through their stuff so it happens and they kvetch about it for awhile then move on to the next issue. Maybe I'm just to nice to skief and bark voetsek. Sometimes I think they're chuffed to complain or gripe.
A late night with a Cremorian Fangor Beast,
Maddie
Currently watching: Galaxy Quest
P.S.
"Look I've got one job on this lousy ship; it's stupid, but I'm gonna do it!"
Monday, July 25, 2011
How to Turn a Day Around
Today was sort of a long day, to start it off I could not for the life of me get any more than one hour of sleep at a time - I kept waking up: I don't know if this was due to heat, that time, or even some sort of premonition about Monday that my subconscious was trying to warn me about.
The morning wasn't too hectic, but once I got to work: OOOOOOOOOOOO! Okay, so I like to leave work at the office whilst I am not there so I'm not going to go into any great detail over it, but it was busy, and on top of being busy there was an incident which shall be known henceforth as the Fiasco if Arrogant Disrespect.
The said Fiasco of Arrogant Disrespect set me back on productivity by about two hours, because someone somewhere along the lines dropped a ball down the well with Timmy.
Anyway, the point of this post is not the Fiasco of Arrogant Disrespect. The point is how to turn a day around.
This is how i did it:
Step one: Lunch of Taco salad comprised of crispy corn tortilla, onion, salsa, cucumber, tomato, and queso.
So, that got my spirits up a little bit - i guess i am a foodie at heart.
Step two: After work there followed a 45 minute run while listening to Florence & the Machine.
Step three: Dinner of two slices of thin-crust pizza with tomato, onion, and black olives. A Shiner Ruby Redbird for desert.
Magically, now I feel like today was okay.
Nobody gets a runner's high after 45 minutes,
Maddie
currently reading: Heather McGowan's "Duchess of Nothing"
P.S.
"The dog days are over. The dog days are done. Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come."
The morning wasn't too hectic, but once I got to work: OOOOOOOOOOOO! Okay, so I like to leave work at the office whilst I am not there so I'm not going to go into any great detail over it, but it was busy, and on top of being busy there was an incident which shall be known henceforth as the Fiasco if Arrogant Disrespect.
The said Fiasco of Arrogant Disrespect set me back on productivity by about two hours, because someone somewhere along the lines dropped a ball down the well with Timmy.
Anyway, the point of this post is not the Fiasco of Arrogant Disrespect. The point is how to turn a day around.
This is how i did it:
Step one: Lunch of Taco salad comprised of crispy corn tortilla, onion, salsa, cucumber, tomato, and queso.
So, that got my spirits up a little bit - i guess i am a foodie at heart.
Step two: After work there followed a 45 minute run while listening to Florence & the Machine.
Step three: Dinner of two slices of thin-crust pizza with tomato, onion, and black olives. A Shiner Ruby Redbird for desert.
Magically, now I feel like today was okay.
Nobody gets a runner's high after 45 minutes,
Maddie
currently reading: Heather McGowan's "Duchess of Nothing"
P.S.
"The dog days are over. The dog days are done. Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come."
Monday, July 18, 2011
Spin-Off
In a brief moment of reflection today I decided to do spin-off from this blog.
Oh, I'll still post here, but I realized all I'm doing here is ranting about this or that or occasional waxing irrelevant over something inconsequential, and I've been writing songs and poems since I dunno how old - you'll have to ask my parents when I started 'cause it was so long ago I don't even remember.
Not that the songs or poems have any weight or substance, but still there's a lot of them so they will go here:
GirlMoonLyrics.blogspot.com
I figure if anything some of them will be good for a laugh.
Prosit.
Maddie
Oh, I'll still post here, but I realized all I'm doing here is ranting about this or that or occasional waxing irrelevant over something inconsequential, and I've been writing songs and poems since I dunno how old - you'll have to ask my parents when I started 'cause it was so long ago I don't even remember.
Not that the songs or poems have any weight or substance, but still there's a lot of them so they will go here:
GirlMoonLyrics.blogspot.com
I figure if anything some of them will be good for a laugh.
Prosit.
Maddie
Sunday, July 17, 2011
I am such a...
I am such a failure at keeping this thing updated!
I know right.
This blog should be about not keeping a blog, I mean most of my posts are about how I haven't updated in a long time. I've been busy. Busy with nothing really to talk about, but busy none-the-less, however this weekend I did get to do some of the things I've been meaning to do for a long time, and to top it all off I found out that I did indeed have time to blog as well. So, yup.
Starts off with actually being able to go out on Friday night, played some billiard games with some friends for about two hours then came on home. Friday at work a colleague put in an order for some Lime Thai Chili and some F&#* Sauce. Now the Lime Thai Chili is all ready ready all ready, but the F&#* Sauce is going to a little bit longer. Normally it takes about 6 months for that one, but I have a batch processing so it should be only about four. So I'm going to throw in a jar of the sweet pickled peppers from the last batch to see if they still want the hotter stuff.
Making the hot sauces has always been fun for me, and a nice stress reliever, I just have to remember to not touch my eyes and to wear gloves. My hands didn't stop burning until today no matter how many times I washed them. I think washing them actually made it worse. Of course reaching into a giant bowl and grabbing a handful of chopped up habenero bare-handed wasn't my most proud moment.
Also cleaned.
Then I cleaned again today.
Did some desperately needed laundry.
Cleaned again.
Went out of sushi, and saw a six year old eat a huge bite of Hamachi Sashimi without blinking then ask for more. For those of you who don't know: Hamachi is Yellowfin Tuna, and Sashimi would be most like raw sushi through not necessarily wrapped in seaweed and rice. Props to Dong Kim and Samurai Sushi. Thanks!
Then I put together a train set that Godzilla must have gotten a hold of.
Cleaned again, and did more laundry,
and now I am blogging.
Come to think of it I have not done everything I meant to do. I wanted to also ride my bike and do some yoga. Frick on a Stick. there's still time for yoga I think.
Right,
Maddie.
Currently hearing: Thelonious Monk - "Crepuscule with Nellie"
Currently reading: Bill Scheft's "Time Won't Let Me."
PS
"Do not throw phone through or out window."
I know right.
This blog should be about not keeping a blog, I mean most of my posts are about how I haven't updated in a long time. I've been busy. Busy with nothing really to talk about, but busy none-the-less, however this weekend I did get to do some of the things I've been meaning to do for a long time, and to top it all off I found out that I did indeed have time to blog as well. So, yup.
Starts off with actually being able to go out on Friday night, played some billiard games with some friends for about two hours then came on home. Friday at work a colleague put in an order for some Lime Thai Chili and some F&#* Sauce. Now the Lime Thai Chili is all ready ready all ready, but the F&#* Sauce is going to a little bit longer. Normally it takes about 6 months for that one, but I have a batch processing so it should be only about four. So I'm going to throw in a jar of the sweet pickled peppers from the last batch to see if they still want the hotter stuff.
Making the hot sauces has always been fun for me, and a nice stress reliever, I just have to remember to not touch my eyes and to wear gloves. My hands didn't stop burning until today no matter how many times I washed them. I think washing them actually made it worse. Of course reaching into a giant bowl and grabbing a handful of chopped up habenero bare-handed wasn't my most proud moment.
Also cleaned.
Then I cleaned again today.
Did some desperately needed laundry.
Cleaned again.
Went out of sushi, and saw a six year old eat a huge bite of Hamachi Sashimi without blinking then ask for more. For those of you who don't know: Hamachi is Yellowfin Tuna, and Sashimi would be most like raw sushi through not necessarily wrapped in seaweed and rice. Props to Dong Kim and Samurai Sushi. Thanks!
Then I put together a train set that Godzilla must have gotten a hold of.
Cleaned again, and did more laundry,
and now I am blogging.
Come to think of it I have not done everything I meant to do. I wanted to also ride my bike and do some yoga. Frick on a Stick. there's still time for yoga I think.
Right,
Maddie.
Currently hearing: Thelonious Monk - "Crepuscule with Nellie"
Currently reading: Bill Scheft's "Time Won't Let Me."
PS
"Do not throw phone through or out window."
Sunday, May 22, 2011
No bombs, just bar.
I think I'm feeling a little bit better today, still haven't heard anything about the lab results yet, but of course it's still only Sunday. Slept most of yesterday and today, those pills are wiping me out. So, yeah did laundry and vegged.
Nothing really to talk about other than that, and forced blog entries never really do it for me.
Via con dios, muchachos,
Maddie
Currently watching: Big Trouble
Pretty funny with squirt gun games, hit men, Russian arms dealers, Dog food eating spitting toad, Rene Russo, Stanley Tucci, Tim Allen, Michael McShane, Tom Sizemore, Johnny Knoxville, Dennis Farina, Omar Epps, Jason Lee, andy richter, DJ Qualls, Sofia Vergara and two cops portrayed by Janeane Garofalo and Patrick Warburton, and a goat.
PS
"My guess is he's either going to whack 'em with a rolling pin or he's gonna bake 'em a cake. Could go either way with this crew."
Nothing really to talk about other than that, and forced blog entries never really do it for me.
Via con dios, muchachos,
Maddie
Currently watching: Big Trouble
Pretty funny with squirt gun games, hit men, Russian arms dealers, Dog food eating spitting toad, Rene Russo, Stanley Tucci, Tim Allen, Michael McShane, Tom Sizemore, Johnny Knoxville, Dennis Farina, Omar Epps, Jason Lee, andy richter, DJ Qualls, Sofia Vergara and two cops portrayed by Janeane Garofalo and Patrick Warburton, and a goat.
PS
"My guess is he's either going to whack 'em with a rolling pin or he's gonna bake 'em a cake. Could go either way with this crew."
Poked and prodded and tired
So, some of you may have noticed I haven't posted in a long time. I've come down with some sort of ailment. Not sure what it is yet, the medical peoples should get my lab results back Monday or Tuesday, and should get a more definite diagnosis once they do. In the meantime I've been poked and prodded by nurses and doctors who I'm starting to believe might be secret vampires with as much blood as they've demanded.
Either way there's no reason to worry about anything at this point. They're treating the symptoms until they get the full lab results back. Even then the likeliness of it being worst case scenario is slim, and even if it is worst case scenario there's no reason to believe that it wasn't caught early enough. So yeah.
I'm on this treatment that is supposed to be making me feel better, but all it does is wipe me out. And that is why I haven't been posting much this week.
Gimmie another week or two and I should be right as rain, once I get the lab results back I'll be able to update this a bit more.
Oy vay
Maddie
PS
"Are you alright, friend? You've transcended pale."
Currently watching: LaMB
Either way there's no reason to worry about anything at this point. They're treating the symptoms until they get the full lab results back. Even then the likeliness of it being worst case scenario is slim, and even if it is worst case scenario there's no reason to believe that it wasn't caught early enough. So yeah.
I'm on this treatment that is supposed to be making me feel better, but all it does is wipe me out. And that is why I haven't been posting much this week.
Gimmie another week or two and I should be right as rain, once I get the lab results back I'll be able to update this a bit more.
Oy vay
Maddie
PS
"Are you alright, friend? You've transcended pale."
Currently watching: LaMB
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Weird Weekend and Whatabuggery.
So on Thursday night, after the heavy rains of that day's morning, I felt like going out to celebrate the rain with some friends for an hour or two. I don't expect many of my readers to understand the celebration of rain, but I'll let you know that for most of the world any rain is a reason to celebrate. Anyway, it was to be an innocent two hour window in which would be the activities of conversing and relaxing. Isn't it funny how things never really pan out like we think.
When I first arrived at the bar an acquaintance (who loves my hair) was already three sheets to the wind and looming to my right talking about this and that in drunken slurs for about thirty minutes. It was kind of adorable as I knew he wasn't driving home, but then he deicided he was going to talk to a friend of a friend for me. I think he got the idea just because this friend of a friend is taller than me. I did not put him up to this, I even tried to stop him, and tried to explain that this friend of a friend already had a girlfriend and was there to do as I was there to do: to relax. After about ten minutes the acquaintance turns to me to tell me the friend of a friend has a girlfriend. Duh.
Shortly thereafter this other guy who was at the end of the bar and had been staring at me for the entire thirty minutes I was there with that creepy drunk stare guys get. He comes to my side, begins touching my arm and back to coax me into coming closer to him meanwhile I was slowly inching away. This guy was drunk, and not the cute drunk - this was an off-putting drunk. In addition he had bad teeth, a funny mouth, was a foot shorter than me, and resembled a potato. He asked me if I liked to party. "Sure," said I making a motion towards the surrounding bar, "it's a party here, everyone's having a good time."
He nodded drunkenly and turned away from me for two minutes then came back, and asked if I liked to party again. Only this time when he asked he pointed at his nose and sniffled. "No, that's not my kind of party." I said flatly looking around for one of the big fellas I might could use as a bouncer. Then the potato guy asked me if I was sure. "Yeah, I'm sure," I said and took a step away from him, "It's not my thing." He turned away from me again then turned stepped toward me and asked me to give him a 10 second party. "No." I said sternly and walked across the bar.
A minute later Chris was taking him outside, but he came back in and crossed the bar to me a few moments later. This time he took me by the elbow, and stood on his tip-toes and asked me if I would make a video for six grand. First of all, I know this guy doesn't have an extra six thousand dollars to spend on making a video, and secondly it doesn't matter how much f&#**^% money you offer me; six thousand or six million, I am not that kind of girl, and I will not become that kind of girl. All I said was, "No."
He left me alone for about an hour and that hour was okay then he stood behind me talking to someone else, but I could feel his eyes so I left.
On Friday I left my real job early as I was going to have to come in at the break of day Saturday for a meeting so I went to a cafe where I know a few people to sit and review the California Vehicle Code and the proposal for the new procedures in California. Even with myself being intently focused on the papers in front of me another short guy with bad teeth kept wanting to get my attention - even buying me a drink without asking if I was thirsty first, and then asking me to take a break long enough to talk to him. He wasn't vulgar or rude or stand-offish like the guy on thrursday night, but he definately wasn't my type- I'm not looking and I'm definately not looking for that. He became creepy after everytime I moved my eyes from the pages to rest them he was staring at me.
I then left and went down to put my few hours in at the bar for Friday night. It was a bit slow so I spent most of the time talking to one of the regulars who drinks very little and can hold a conversation about anything. I excused myself and went to the ladies room. He jokingly said he would join me. "In a different restroom." was my response. I went to the restroom and did my business. Whilst washing my hands in he walks making sure I knew he was there he then put his hands on my hips and wrapped me into a hug. I was very surprised. Not once had I ever thought about the chances of him liking me, and yes this is someone I would give a chance at getting to know if he were to ask me out on a real date, but in the 106 ladies room? No, I had stuff I needed to do, and I don't jump into hugging and rubbing unless I've been dating someone for a long time. I don't hook up in restrooms. I am a good Christian girl, and maybe my missionary/teacher parents raised me in such a way that sets me above some people, but who really wants a hook-up in a bathroom? I'm not going to mention his name as I still don't know what his intentions really are. It was a little awkward after that.
Saturday went to work, did the meeting, went home took a nap, got up headed to the bar. Was again given the stare by an older man with a white mustache and a wide fella who took up two barstools. I ended up managing to ignore them all night and somehow never had to talk to them.
After restocking the beer and what not (Which, by the way who in the hell drinks Sharps? I always have to restock the Sharps, but I nor anyone else has ever admitting to serving any. For those of you who aren't aware of Sharps-it's a low alcoholic brew made by the fine people at Miller with only .4 abv.) Anyway, after restocking the beer and leaving the bar at four in the morning I stopped at Whataburger for a whataveggie sandwich (lettuce, tomato, onion, jalapenos, pickles, mustard on a seseme seed bun), and the world's greatest hash browns. See not all burgers have meat or meat substitute in them. Anyway, the burger jockey working that night refused to make it; he just kept saying that he could put that stuff on a regular whataburger. "No meat" I said, "We don't have 'no meat'" he said. I just ordered a potato taquito instead which wasn't even wrapped up. Driving down Broadway at four in the morning whilst wrapping a taquito takes talent. Whatabuggery.
It's been a weird weekend. Here I am wanting to have some me time, and all I have is people trying to insert themselves in some fashion into my life.
Did laundry today, and went for a drive to clear my head, I just picked a direction and went. Traffic wasn't too heavy even in the city so the drive wasn't adding to stress so I kept going and going. Eventually the buildings became smaller and more spread apart, and i came upon an overpass where the streets go under the highway. When I crested the overpass I saw before me a great field of sprouting corn stalks and my heart skipped a beat just to see farmland.
It helps to be out in the open like that sometimes where there's no one for miles.
Have to work tomorrow, have other stuff to do today so I came back sooner than I would have liked.
Seriously needs to operate on my own time for a change,
Maddie
Currently hearing: America - "Tin Man"
PS
"We ain't got a 'no-meat' burger."
When I first arrived at the bar an acquaintance (who loves my hair) was already three sheets to the wind and looming to my right talking about this and that in drunken slurs for about thirty minutes. It was kind of adorable as I knew he wasn't driving home, but then he deicided he was going to talk to a friend of a friend for me. I think he got the idea just because this friend of a friend is taller than me. I did not put him up to this, I even tried to stop him, and tried to explain that this friend of a friend already had a girlfriend and was there to do as I was there to do: to relax. After about ten minutes the acquaintance turns to me to tell me the friend of a friend has a girlfriend. Duh.
Shortly thereafter this other guy who was at the end of the bar and had been staring at me for the entire thirty minutes I was there with that creepy drunk stare guys get. He comes to my side, begins touching my arm and back to coax me into coming closer to him meanwhile I was slowly inching away. This guy was drunk, and not the cute drunk - this was an off-putting drunk. In addition he had bad teeth, a funny mouth, was a foot shorter than me, and resembled a potato. He asked me if I liked to party. "Sure," said I making a motion towards the surrounding bar, "it's a party here, everyone's having a good time."
He nodded drunkenly and turned away from me for two minutes then came back, and asked if I liked to party again. Only this time when he asked he pointed at his nose and sniffled. "No, that's not my kind of party." I said flatly looking around for one of the big fellas I might could use as a bouncer. Then the potato guy asked me if I was sure. "Yeah, I'm sure," I said and took a step away from him, "It's not my thing." He turned away from me again then turned stepped toward me and asked me to give him a 10 second party. "No." I said sternly and walked across the bar.
A minute later Chris was taking him outside, but he came back in and crossed the bar to me a few moments later. This time he took me by the elbow, and stood on his tip-toes and asked me if I would make a video for six grand. First of all, I know this guy doesn't have an extra six thousand dollars to spend on making a video, and secondly it doesn't matter how much f&#**^% money you offer me; six thousand or six million, I am not that kind of girl, and I will not become that kind of girl. All I said was, "No."
He left me alone for about an hour and that hour was okay then he stood behind me talking to someone else, but I could feel his eyes so I left.
On Friday I left my real job early as I was going to have to come in at the break of day Saturday for a meeting so I went to a cafe where I know a few people to sit and review the California Vehicle Code and the proposal for the new procedures in California. Even with myself being intently focused on the papers in front of me another short guy with bad teeth kept wanting to get my attention - even buying me a drink without asking if I was thirsty first, and then asking me to take a break long enough to talk to him. He wasn't vulgar or rude or stand-offish like the guy on thrursday night, but he definately wasn't my type- I'm not looking and I'm definately not looking for that. He became creepy after everytime I moved my eyes from the pages to rest them he was staring at me.
I then left and went down to put my few hours in at the bar for Friday night. It was a bit slow so I spent most of the time talking to one of the regulars who drinks very little and can hold a conversation about anything. I excused myself and went to the ladies room. He jokingly said he would join me. "In a different restroom." was my response. I went to the restroom and did my business. Whilst washing my hands in he walks making sure I knew he was there he then put his hands on my hips and wrapped me into a hug. I was very surprised. Not once had I ever thought about the chances of him liking me, and yes this is someone I would give a chance at getting to know if he were to ask me out on a real date, but in the 106 ladies room? No, I had stuff I needed to do, and I don't jump into hugging and rubbing unless I've been dating someone for a long time. I don't hook up in restrooms. I am a good Christian girl, and maybe my missionary/teacher parents raised me in such a way that sets me above some people, but who really wants a hook-up in a bathroom? I'm not going to mention his name as I still don't know what his intentions really are. It was a little awkward after that.
Saturday went to work, did the meeting, went home took a nap, got up headed to the bar. Was again given the stare by an older man with a white mustache and a wide fella who took up two barstools. I ended up managing to ignore them all night and somehow never had to talk to them.
After restocking the beer and what not (Which, by the way who in the hell drinks Sharps? I always have to restock the Sharps, but I nor anyone else has ever admitting to serving any. For those of you who aren't aware of Sharps-it's a low alcoholic brew made by the fine people at Miller with only .4 abv.) Anyway, after restocking the beer and leaving the bar at four in the morning I stopped at Whataburger for a whataveggie sandwich (lettuce, tomato, onion, jalapenos, pickles, mustard on a seseme seed bun), and the world's greatest hash browns. See not all burgers have meat or meat substitute in them. Anyway, the burger jockey working that night refused to make it; he just kept saying that he could put that stuff on a regular whataburger. "No meat" I said, "We don't have 'no meat'" he said. I just ordered a potato taquito instead which wasn't even wrapped up. Driving down Broadway at four in the morning whilst wrapping a taquito takes talent. Whatabuggery.
It's been a weird weekend. Here I am wanting to have some me time, and all I have is people trying to insert themselves in some fashion into my life.
Did laundry today, and went for a drive to clear my head, I just picked a direction and went. Traffic wasn't too heavy even in the city so the drive wasn't adding to stress so I kept going and going. Eventually the buildings became smaller and more spread apart, and i came upon an overpass where the streets go under the highway. When I crested the overpass I saw before me a great field of sprouting corn stalks and my heart skipped a beat just to see farmland.
It helps to be out in the open like that sometimes where there's no one for miles.
Have to work tomorrow, have other stuff to do today so I came back sooner than I would have liked.
Seriously needs to operate on my own time for a change,
Maddie
Currently hearing: America - "Tin Man"
PS
"We ain't got a 'no-meat' burger."
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
The Rumours are True
There is a wine with Chocolate in it. Though, you really can't tell. It's not bad though I can take it or leave it, but for the price it's not bad. Mostly I think it would be a good conversation piece at a dinner party. Get everyone at the party in on it except one person, have everyone exclaim how they can taste the chocolate, and see how long it takes for the one person not in on the joke to state that they indeed can taste the chocolate as well.
On second thought, it's actually pretty good, but won't be going on the list of favorites just yet.
It did not rain today. They said it was going to, the clouds gave the impression that it was going to, but nor a drop down here. Apparently they got a good bit in Austin so that is good; now if they would just send some our way.
I should start a winery. I make my own hot sauce, make my own pickles, make my own pickled peppers, why not make my own wine. If I had a commercial kitchen or someone with a business mind I might could start selling this stuff. Of course the sauce currently called "F&#*" would need to undergo a name change. We'll have to prove to Texas that it was born in America.
Look out McIlhenny; Madasco is coming to town.
Right, like that'll happen.
Anyword,
Maddie
Currently hearing: Johnny Clegg's "Scatterlings of Africa"
Currently Reading: Stephen Colbert's "I am America (And So Can You!)"
PS
"Women could not appear in public without their make-up. Homosexual men could not appear without their "beards."
On second thought, it's actually pretty good, but won't be going on the list of favorites just yet.
It did not rain today. They said it was going to, the clouds gave the impression that it was going to, but nor a drop down here. Apparently they got a good bit in Austin so that is good; now if they would just send some our way.
I should start a winery. I make my own hot sauce, make my own pickles, make my own pickled peppers, why not make my own wine. If I had a commercial kitchen or someone with a business mind I might could start selling this stuff. Of course the sauce currently called "F&#*" would need to undergo a name change. We'll have to prove to Texas that it was born in America.
Look out McIlhenny; Madasco is coming to town.
Right, like that'll happen.
Anyword,
Maddie
Currently hearing: Johnny Clegg's "Scatterlings of Africa"
Currently Reading: Stephen Colbert's "I am America (And So Can You!)"
PS
"Women could not appear in public without their make-up. Homosexual men could not appear without their "beards."
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Rain Rain Come Again... Today!
So, the stress and frustrations that accumulated into the previous post are still un-quelled, but am still working on that.
The good news from today is we actually got some rain. Sort of. There were a few times today where a little perspiration fell from the sky, but I'm not sure it qualifies as rain though. Just enough to get your windshield damp then dry up really fast to leave it all splotchy. But, it's at least a start, now if we could just get a bit more the plants won't be drying up.
Had another "realistic" dream last night. I use "realistic" in that manner because in what would be referred to as realistic dreams they're are story lines that could happen to someone in real life. there are no weird subconscious connections like purple skies or people with elephant noses in these; they are as though I am awake in a different time.
In this one I dreamt I was driving in the woods somewhere in Appalachia, and came upon a long, old, unpainted barn in a clearing. I was still driving my truck, and there was snow just beginning to fall. There were two cowboys standing in the clearing, their trucks, and one had a horse on a lead rope. I parked and opened the barn door to a long alley of stalls and tack rooms. The horses huffed in their stalls, one of the cowboys followed me, and began work as a farrier shoeing the horses. I went up a long flight of stairs to a small apartment over the barn where i changed clothes then looked out the window. The exterior was brighter than it was before and my mother was taking bags out of a taxi. I think this may be because mom was so far away on mother's day. Can't really explain the farrier, cowboy, snow, horses, barn, woods, clearing, or old truck.
Giddy-up,
Maddie
Currently watching: Fringe "The Day we Died"
PS
"Stand tall, and tell her yourself"
The good news from today is we actually got some rain. Sort of. There were a few times today where a little perspiration fell from the sky, but I'm not sure it qualifies as rain though. Just enough to get your windshield damp then dry up really fast to leave it all splotchy. But, it's at least a start, now if we could just get a bit more the plants won't be drying up.
Had another "realistic" dream last night. I use "realistic" in that manner because in what would be referred to as realistic dreams they're are story lines that could happen to someone in real life. there are no weird subconscious connections like purple skies or people with elephant noses in these; they are as though I am awake in a different time.
In this one I dreamt I was driving in the woods somewhere in Appalachia, and came upon a long, old, unpainted barn in a clearing. I was still driving my truck, and there was snow just beginning to fall. There were two cowboys standing in the clearing, their trucks, and one had a horse on a lead rope. I parked and opened the barn door to a long alley of stalls and tack rooms. The horses huffed in their stalls, one of the cowboys followed me, and began work as a farrier shoeing the horses. I went up a long flight of stairs to a small apartment over the barn where i changed clothes then looked out the window. The exterior was brighter than it was before and my mother was taking bags out of a taxi. I think this may be because mom was so far away on mother's day. Can't really explain the farrier, cowboy, snow, horses, barn, woods, clearing, or old truck.
Giddy-up,
Maddie
Currently watching: Fringe "The Day we Died"
PS
"Stand tall, and tell her yourself"
Monday, May 9, 2011
Why am I so Stressed?
Have you ever felt completely surrounded all the time with no space or moment to really truly be alone with oneself? If so, then you feel like me. Have you ever felt like everything is priced in such a manner to keep you from saving any money at all? If so, then you feel like me. Have you ever felt like you spend all your time at work, and can't do anything else during the work day? If so, then you feel like me.
This isn't paranoia.
This city is trying to kill me.
It doesn't matter where I go; there is always someone there. At work, at the bar, at the park, sitting at a red light, at home, and in the restrooms even. (Not in the same stall mind you, but I haven't been in a public restroom in over a year where I didn't have to wait in line for a toilet and/or the sink.) The only time I am truly alone is when I am in the shower. I do not include my dreams as often times my dreams a full of people, and not in the sense that I am craving to be around the people in my dreams, but that I am having anxiety over being surrounded all the time. Alone time, also known as me time, a quiet time to think to oneself, some call it me time, meditation, devotion. Whatever you want to call it is important to be able to escape from others for a little bit of time each day. Perhaps I am being too demanding or perhaps I require more time to be by myself since I have an underlying fear of crowds anyway. But, I can't even relax at home by myself in peace and quiet unless I am in the shower or lock myself in my room where the only functional available activities are sleep and getting dressed since there isn't much space for a desk or a drafting table or a craft bench or anything for that matter. I can't even go hiking in a freaking park out of freaking town without people. I am not an urban dueller at heart, and I feel more free not being confined by the knowledge that the neighbors might hear my guitar if I play too loud.
I can't afford anything. I know there are things I could stop purchasing that might help with that like driving all the way across town for an 11 year old bottle of wine, which I really only splurge on an item like that once a month if even that. With car insurance on top of bills, car payments, gas, and everything else there is that is overpriced I can't even afford an efficiency apartment in this town once you add everything up and compare it to my income. This is why I am living with a friend for whom i am so grateful for everything. Simply put I don't make enough to be completely independent. this bothers me beyond your wildest imaginations. the solution would be to get a job that pays me what I am worth, but with the economic situation that it is I am grateful for the job I do have. Of course it's not what I want to do, I am good at it, and i don't hate it - I'm just not fulfilled in the position. There haven't been any opportunities to do what I want to do; of course I don't even know what I want to do. Then there's the fact that due to traffic conditions it takes me about an hour to get to work now, and about 45 minutes to get home. Driving home for lunch is out of the question, I'd never get back in time. So I pack my lunch and end up pacing outside the break room just to get some little exercise in for the day. All in all I spend about 11 hours a day at or going to or coming from work. This does leave plenty of time to do other stuff at home; every time I try running errands before work i end up being late due to traffic, and unfortunately there is no space to do anything but stand and listen to someone talk whilst at home.
Now, I don't know about you, but I for one don't function very well in a cluttered environment. i understand that my version of clutter is different from other peoples' versions of what clutter is. If you'll notice I did not post a blog entry for a week or so before yesterday. I tell you this because my room was messy. That's how bad it is. If the environment is messy I literally shut down, and am unable to even think. If it's something i can control (IE my mess) i can force myself to get through the cleaning process. About half way when the clutter starts to dissipate I am okay to finish the rest without being uptight. when it's not my clutter and I don't know where the one whom the clutter belongs is supposed to go I can't clean that up because I don't know where it goes, but I do know it doesn't go in the middle of the floor, and when I can't even cook for myself because there is absolutely no counter space I don't think I'm being too demanding that the clutter be cleaned.
I want to cook for myself. My roommate is a great cook, and I know she always cooks because it's her way of showing that she cares, but she's already helping me out by letting the room; I can cook for myself. Of course there's no counter space to cook on, and I can't even open the refrigerator without having a panic attack because so much stuff is just piled on top of everything else you can't even see in the thing. also, I want to cook for myself because this is a relaxing activity to me, and might help reduce some of the stress. i thought about making a proposal: leave the counter clear after you're done, and let me have one shelf and one drawer in the fridge, and a corner of a shelf in the pantry so I can function as my own chef. I just haven't found the right way to ask this. That and the food she makes isn't exactly good for me, it's not terrible for people to eat this stuff, but I am not used to having so much cheese and starch in my diet.
I know this post is a bit sporadic and a bit rushed and a bit wound tight, i tried to make it coherent. I don't mean any offence to anyone who might read this. it's not anyone in particular whom i feel surrounded by all the time, it's just the fact that I am never alone to do my own thing. i like all the people who are around me - in fact I'm glad there in my life. I just need at least a few hours a day alone., and in a clutter free environment so much so that i don't run the risk of being surrounded or cluttered again if i go into the next room. How do I tell an entire city that?
anyway
-Maddie
currently hearing "The War Was in Colour" Carbonleaf
PS:
Damn Fruit Flies!
PPS
I also had a dream last night about my own wedding which is frightening since I am no where near ever being ready to ever settle down or be married, plus the fact that I haven't been in a relationship for almost two years. that might have stressed me out a bit as well.
This isn't paranoia.
This city is trying to kill me.
It doesn't matter where I go; there is always someone there. At work, at the bar, at the park, sitting at a red light, at home, and in the restrooms even. (Not in the same stall mind you, but I haven't been in a public restroom in over a year where I didn't have to wait in line for a toilet and/or the sink.) The only time I am truly alone is when I am in the shower. I do not include my dreams as often times my dreams a full of people, and not in the sense that I am craving to be around the people in my dreams, but that I am having anxiety over being surrounded all the time. Alone time, also known as me time, a quiet time to think to oneself, some call it me time, meditation, devotion. Whatever you want to call it is important to be able to escape from others for a little bit of time each day. Perhaps I am being too demanding or perhaps I require more time to be by myself since I have an underlying fear of crowds anyway. But, I can't even relax at home by myself in peace and quiet unless I am in the shower or lock myself in my room where the only functional available activities are sleep and getting dressed since there isn't much space for a desk or a drafting table or a craft bench or anything for that matter. I can't even go hiking in a freaking park out of freaking town without people. I am not an urban dueller at heart, and I feel more free not being confined by the knowledge that the neighbors might hear my guitar if I play too loud.
I can't afford anything. I know there are things I could stop purchasing that might help with that like driving all the way across town for an 11 year old bottle of wine, which I really only splurge on an item like that once a month if even that. With car insurance on top of bills, car payments, gas, and everything else there is that is overpriced I can't even afford an efficiency apartment in this town once you add everything up and compare it to my income. This is why I am living with a friend for whom i am so grateful for everything. Simply put I don't make enough to be completely independent. this bothers me beyond your wildest imaginations. the solution would be to get a job that pays me what I am worth, but with the economic situation that it is I am grateful for the job I do have. Of course it's not what I want to do, I am good at it, and i don't hate it - I'm just not fulfilled in the position. There haven't been any opportunities to do what I want to do; of course I don't even know what I want to do. Then there's the fact that due to traffic conditions it takes me about an hour to get to work now, and about 45 minutes to get home. Driving home for lunch is out of the question, I'd never get back in time. So I pack my lunch and end up pacing outside the break room just to get some little exercise in for the day. All in all I spend about 11 hours a day at or going to or coming from work. This does leave plenty of time to do other stuff at home; every time I try running errands before work i end up being late due to traffic, and unfortunately there is no space to do anything but stand and listen to someone talk whilst at home.
Now, I don't know about you, but I for one don't function very well in a cluttered environment. i understand that my version of clutter is different from other peoples' versions of what clutter is. If you'll notice I did not post a blog entry for a week or so before yesterday. I tell you this because my room was messy. That's how bad it is. If the environment is messy I literally shut down, and am unable to even think. If it's something i can control (IE my mess) i can force myself to get through the cleaning process. About half way when the clutter starts to dissipate I am okay to finish the rest without being uptight. when it's not my clutter and I don't know where the one whom the clutter belongs is supposed to go I can't clean that up because I don't know where it goes, but I do know it doesn't go in the middle of the floor, and when I can't even cook for myself because there is absolutely no counter space I don't think I'm being too demanding that the clutter be cleaned.
I want to cook for myself. My roommate is a great cook, and I know she always cooks because it's her way of showing that she cares, but she's already helping me out by letting the room; I can cook for myself. Of course there's no counter space to cook on, and I can't even open the refrigerator without having a panic attack because so much stuff is just piled on top of everything else you can't even see in the thing. also, I want to cook for myself because this is a relaxing activity to me, and might help reduce some of the stress. i thought about making a proposal: leave the counter clear after you're done, and let me have one shelf and one drawer in the fridge, and a corner of a shelf in the pantry so I can function as my own chef. I just haven't found the right way to ask this. That and the food she makes isn't exactly good for me, it's not terrible for people to eat this stuff, but I am not used to having so much cheese and starch in my diet.
I know this post is a bit sporadic and a bit rushed and a bit wound tight, i tried to make it coherent. I don't mean any offence to anyone who might read this. it's not anyone in particular whom i feel surrounded by all the time, it's just the fact that I am never alone to do my own thing. i like all the people who are around me - in fact I'm glad there in my life. I just need at least a few hours a day alone., and in a clutter free environment so much so that i don't run the risk of being surrounded or cluttered again if i go into the next room. How do I tell an entire city that?
anyway
-Maddie
currently hearing "The War Was in Colour" Carbonleaf
PS:
Damn Fruit Flies!
PPS
I also had a dream last night about my own wedding which is frightening since I am no where near ever being ready to ever settle down or be married, plus the fact that I haven't been in a relationship for almost two years. that might have stressed me out a bit as well.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Happy Mothers' Day!
Hope everyone had a happy mother's day - mine was sort of uneventful being so far away from my mother; couldn't really do much, but I did send a unique bouquet her way, and we did get to speak on the phone a bit.
Other than mother's day this weekend was more of the same old boring thing of errands, chores, and the bar. The big news is I found a 1995 Meerlust Rubicon; It wasn't cheap, but it was probably only a third of what you'd pay in most places, I also had to drive for four hours to get it; not that it was that far away, but that the traffic in this town is that bad. Then I cut my thumb peeling the foil off the top to get to the quark. I literally bled for the wine.
Worth it. Intensely full-bodied and smooth, a dark spice to it as well.
-Maddie
Currently watching: "Sherlock Holmes, and the Incident at Victoria Falls" part 2
PS
"I used to have a goat, where did it go?"
Other than mother's day this weekend was more of the same old boring thing of errands, chores, and the bar. The big news is I found a 1995 Meerlust Rubicon; It wasn't cheap, but it was probably only a third of what you'd pay in most places, I also had to drive for four hours to get it; not that it was that far away, but that the traffic in this town is that bad. Then I cut my thumb peeling the foil off the top to get to the quark. I literally bled for the wine.
Worth it. Intensely full-bodied and smooth, a dark spice to it as well.
-Maddie
Currently watching: "Sherlock Holmes, and the Incident at Victoria Falls" part 2
PS
"I used to have a goat, where did it go?"
Monday, May 2, 2011
Osama Bin Laden is Dead
As, I'm sure, most of you already know: Osama Bin Laden is dead. D - E - A - D. Dead.
On Sunday the 1st of May 2011 a United States Navy Seal put a bullet through Osama Bin Laden's head. A lot of people seemed to rejoice in this fact. Personally I'm glad he's got his, I'm glad an American Sailor gave it to him as well. I am definitely not going to sit Shiva over this man, and am in no way going to hold or partake in a wake for him, but neither will I celebrate his death. The reports say that he was buried at sea with as close of an adherence to the Islamic tradition which was possible, I am grateful that the officials were respectful enough to do that-even though he probably did not deserve that considering I've been hearing reports that he used his own wife as a human shield.
Some people are calling him a martyr. No. This man was not a martyr for any cause, most certainly not a martyr for Islam. He had to know he was not getting out of there alive, and yet he used someone else as a human shield in a desperate attempt to save his own hopeless self. Ass.
What we must remember is that this was just one guy in a massive international organization, and the whole thing does not end with his death like it did with Hitler 65 years ago to date. There will be a new head arising to take his place, there may be retaliation. When the world is finally at peace then I will celebrate: of course this probably means I will never celebrate because in the history of man there has never been a time when the entire world has been at peace with one another.
Other than that my weekend went like this:
Worked on Friday from noon 'til nine p.m. then wasn't able to fall asleep until like 3 a.m. then woke up at 7 a.m. and went to work and worked from 8 a.m. on Saturday til 2 p.m. then went to the store to get the supplies I would need for this week, and didn't get out of there until 4 in the afternoon. Went to Cornival up in Helotes from 7 to 10 then headed to the bar at 11, bar closed at 2, cleaned up a bit, didn't get home 'til 4 a.m.. Needless to say, whilst doing laundry and chores on Sunday I pretty much slept. Then I heard Bin Laden was dead, but was too tired to post anything then so am posting now as i just got home from work on this freakishly cold and cloudy day.
and yet, still no rain. Come on clouds when will you stop teasing us?
-Maddie
Currently hearing: silence
currently reading: Robert A Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress"
P.S.
"Breaking news: Trump demands to see death certificate."
On Sunday the 1st of May 2011 a United States Navy Seal put a bullet through Osama Bin Laden's head. A lot of people seemed to rejoice in this fact. Personally I'm glad he's got his, I'm glad an American Sailor gave it to him as well. I am definitely not going to sit Shiva over this man, and am in no way going to hold or partake in a wake for him, but neither will I celebrate his death. The reports say that he was buried at sea with as close of an adherence to the Islamic tradition which was possible, I am grateful that the officials were respectful enough to do that-even though he probably did not deserve that considering I've been hearing reports that he used his own wife as a human shield.
Some people are calling him a martyr. No. This man was not a martyr for any cause, most certainly not a martyr for Islam. He had to know he was not getting out of there alive, and yet he used someone else as a human shield in a desperate attempt to save his own hopeless self. Ass.
What we must remember is that this was just one guy in a massive international organization, and the whole thing does not end with his death like it did with Hitler 65 years ago to date. There will be a new head arising to take his place, there may be retaliation. When the world is finally at peace then I will celebrate: of course this probably means I will never celebrate because in the history of man there has never been a time when the entire world has been at peace with one another.
Other than that my weekend went like this:
Worked on Friday from noon 'til nine p.m. then wasn't able to fall asleep until like 3 a.m. then woke up at 7 a.m. and went to work and worked from 8 a.m. on Saturday til 2 p.m. then went to the store to get the supplies I would need for this week, and didn't get out of there until 4 in the afternoon. Went to Cornival up in Helotes from 7 to 10 then headed to the bar at 11, bar closed at 2, cleaned up a bit, didn't get home 'til 4 a.m.. Needless to say, whilst doing laundry and chores on Sunday I pretty much slept. Then I heard Bin Laden was dead, but was too tired to post anything then so am posting now as i just got home from work on this freakishly cold and cloudy day.
and yet, still no rain. Come on clouds when will you stop teasing us?
-Maddie
Currently hearing: silence
currently reading: Robert A Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress"
P.S.
"Breaking news: Trump demands to see death certificate."
Thursday, April 28, 2011
H2O for Pacaderms
After work went to see Water for Elephants.
I can see how the reviews I had gotten from so many people on whether or not they liked it or loathed were so mixed. I was able to suspend my disbelief enough to enjoy myself (except when every time they showed an American Flag it had 50 stars on it. In 1931, when this story takes place there were not 5o states. That and other historical inaccuracies aside, they did a decent job of abridging an entire novel into a two hour movie, but as I always say the book was better.
The actual event of the evening was this: The hawker in the ticket booth sold us tickets for Scream 4. Uh, no. We specifically stated Water for Elephants. It's a good thing I read books, because books is how people learn to read, and had I not been able to read we would have ended up in theatre 9 watching Scream 4 instead of in theatre 6 watching the movie we wanted to see in the first place. Ask for Water for Elephants, receive tickets for Scream 4, directed towards Scream 4 by the usher, realize there has been some mistake and makes own way to Water for Elephants just in time for a trailer for some zombie movie: which seems more appropriate to precede Scream 4 than it does Water for Elephants. Sit in the dark becoming paranoid that maybe the mistake was mine.
Then the movie started, and turns out I had been right the entire time.
It was loud in there too,
Maddie
Currently hearing: Silence, music's original alternative
currently reading: Robert A. Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress"
PS
"To quote the quote-less is a quote in and of itself."
I can see how the reviews I had gotten from so many people on whether or not they liked it or loathed were so mixed. I was able to suspend my disbelief enough to enjoy myself (except when every time they showed an American Flag it had 50 stars on it. In 1931, when this story takes place there were not 5o states. That and other historical inaccuracies aside, they did a decent job of abridging an entire novel into a two hour movie, but as I always say the book was better.
The actual event of the evening was this: The hawker in the ticket booth sold us tickets for Scream 4. Uh, no. We specifically stated Water for Elephants. It's a good thing I read books, because books is how people learn to read, and had I not been able to read we would have ended up in theatre 9 watching Scream 4 instead of in theatre 6 watching the movie we wanted to see in the first place. Ask for Water for Elephants, receive tickets for Scream 4, directed towards Scream 4 by the usher, realize there has been some mistake and makes own way to Water for Elephants just in time for a trailer for some zombie movie: which seems more appropriate to precede Scream 4 than it does Water for Elephants. Sit in the dark becoming paranoid that maybe the mistake was mine.
Then the movie started, and turns out I had been right the entire time.
It was loud in there too,
Maddie
Currently hearing: Silence, music's original alternative
currently reading: Robert A. Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress"
PS
"To quote the quote-less is a quote in and of itself."
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Screen Resolutions
Okay, so there's this thing in my computer when you do a certain combination of things at once it automatically does something to your computer. All computers have this, they're called shortcut keys: ctrl+alt+del and stuff like that. The problem with shortcut keys is when you don't know what they are, and you manage to somehow do them regardless of the fact that you have no idea what it is that you are doing.
The short-cut key in question here is the screen resolution on the Internet Explorer. For some reason, sometimes, when I have my finger on the scroll bar of the mouse-pad block on the laptop and move a different finger to move the cursor the images in the open window get smaller or larger. I cannot seem to figure out how to do this on purpose. It doesn't change all windows or tabs or anything like that, just the one that is upfront at the time. Each time I do this it is purely by accident, and so I end up with a Blogspot screen that is so microscopic I need a a magnifying glass to read, and a Facebook screen that is magnified beyond belief, Internet Explorer large print addition.
I've tried all sorts of combinations, finger placements, and strategic timing, and yet I cannot figure out the way to alter said resolutions intentionally. Computer people: HELP!
Squinting,
Maddie
Currently hearing: The Bare Naked Ladies' "Light up My Room"
Currently reading: Robert A. Heinlein's "The moon is a Harsh Mistress"
P.S.
"La-daaaa da-da-daaaaaaa-aaahhhh"
The short-cut key in question here is the screen resolution on the Internet Explorer. For some reason, sometimes, when I have my finger on the scroll bar of the mouse-pad block on the laptop and move a different finger to move the cursor the images in the open window get smaller or larger. I cannot seem to figure out how to do this on purpose. It doesn't change all windows or tabs or anything like that, just the one that is upfront at the time. Each time I do this it is purely by accident, and so I end up with a Blogspot screen that is so microscopic I need a a magnifying glass to read, and a Facebook screen that is magnified beyond belief, Internet Explorer large print addition.
I've tried all sorts of combinations, finger placements, and strategic timing, and yet I cannot figure out the way to alter said resolutions intentionally. Computer people: HELP!
Squinting,
Maddie
Currently hearing: The Bare Naked Ladies' "Light up My Room"
Currently reading: Robert A. Heinlein's "The moon is a Harsh Mistress"
P.S.
"La-daaaa da-da-daaaaaaa-aaahhhh"
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Guaca - what now?
Okay darlings,
Another day goes by, and not much has happened. The news keeps talking about all this severe weather around the southern plains, but aren't I sitting on the southern plains down here in almost-south Texas? And, all we've ha since February is hot and dry. Now, I'm not complaining about not having tornadoes, floods, and all the other stuff going on. I'm not complaining about sunshine and warmth either, but you flooded guys could at least share a little water. Right?
It was so dry and hot today that the breeze blowing across the parking lot at work actually made it feel hotter than when the air was still. How does that make sense?
In addition: I tried the most bad idea of bad ever today. Okay, so I'm a food adventurer, and I will try anything new I haven't seen, and I tried this, but what was I - and the inventor of this delicacy thinking. Guacolate. Guacamole balls, dipped in chocolate with a hard candy shell. Think of a peanut m&m, but instead of a peanut it is a glob of guacamole. Exactly. Bad idea.
Washing mouth out with shrimp,
Maddie
Currently hearing: Todd Snider's "Tension"
Currently Reading: Robert A. Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
PS
"Ole! Ole Ole Ole! Oooole, Oooole."
Another day goes by, and not much has happened. The news keeps talking about all this severe weather around the southern plains, but aren't I sitting on the southern plains down here in almost-south Texas? And, all we've ha since February is hot and dry. Now, I'm not complaining about not having tornadoes, floods, and all the other stuff going on. I'm not complaining about sunshine and warmth either, but you flooded guys could at least share a little water. Right?
It was so dry and hot today that the breeze blowing across the parking lot at work actually made it feel hotter than when the air was still. How does that make sense?
In addition: I tried the most bad idea of bad ever today. Okay, so I'm a food adventurer, and I will try anything new I haven't seen, and I tried this, but what was I - and the inventor of this delicacy thinking. Guacolate. Guacamole balls, dipped in chocolate with a hard candy shell. Think of a peanut m&m, but instead of a peanut it is a glob of guacamole. Exactly. Bad idea.
Washing mouth out with shrimp,
Maddie
Currently hearing: Todd Snider's "Tension"
Currently Reading: Robert A. Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
PS
"Ole! Ole Ole Ole! Oooole, Oooole."
Monday, April 25, 2011
Moody Post
Hey folks.
So, I did not sleep well last night. I think it has something to do with waking up every hour sweating from the heat despite the lack of clothing and/or blankets in use. I don't know about you, but I'm not one of the types who can sleep well if it is too warm. I think in this case it is because of the ambient temperature being kind of high inside my bedroom, partially because recently I've noticed I've been running a little hot. My internal temperature seems to be constantly higher than it should be, and when I touch my skin it feels like I am running a fever even though I do not feel sick or anything like sick. just overheating. Any ideas or tips - this has been going on for awhile now, and frankly I'm sick of it.
Today was an alright day, nothing too terrible, but nothing too great either. I spent all day at work of course, and during the weekdays I always feel like I've wasted my day at work. I know this means that I am not doing what I am supposed to be doing or I'm not doing what I was designed to be doing or something along those lines. Even though I work diligently and efficiently and am incomprehensibly good at what I do. I'm just not fulfilled by it. The problem here is I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. I know what I would like to be doing, but I don't know how to turn my passions into economic gain.
Additionally, I still want to go back to school, but with each day passing that dream seems farther away.
Moving along, because it doesn't help anybody to be a whiny little bitch.
Yesterday Devin reminded me of a time long ago, seems like another lifetime, in which there was a massive snow storm leaving nearly the entirety of the city without power. Because my place of residence was on the same power grid as the hospital I had my power fixed before the storm was even through. Because no one else I had power, and I did: I had a whole group of friends over so they could have a hot shower, warm meal, and get in touch with the outside world. It was a fond memory, but then I started thinking about who here, if without power, would even tell me they were without power for me to offer them the same. Then I thought if I were without power there really wouldn't be anyone to open their shower for me save for one, but she's my roommate so if I were without power so would she be. Of course, San Antonio rarely loses power, and never for days on end so it's unlikely this theory would ever have to be placed into practice.
So today wasn't bad, but did a lot of thinking along the down side of things. Trying to be a bit more up-tempo.
An old friend of mine, Gabriel makes homemade root beer, and a couple weeks ago I bought a case off him to help him pay for his big move across the country, and I gotta say it's pretty damn good stuff. In fact I think I will have one tonight, with a bit of sour mash for a nightcap.
Sarsaparilla!
-Maddie
Currently hearing: Brendan Bowyer's "Boulavogue"
Currently reading: Robert A Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
P.S.
"The polar bears will protect me from Jesus"
So, I did not sleep well last night. I think it has something to do with waking up every hour sweating from the heat despite the lack of clothing and/or blankets in use. I don't know about you, but I'm not one of the types who can sleep well if it is too warm. I think in this case it is because of the ambient temperature being kind of high inside my bedroom, partially because recently I've noticed I've been running a little hot. My internal temperature seems to be constantly higher than it should be, and when I touch my skin it feels like I am running a fever even though I do not feel sick or anything like sick. just overheating. Any ideas or tips - this has been going on for awhile now, and frankly I'm sick of it.
Today was an alright day, nothing too terrible, but nothing too great either. I spent all day at work of course, and during the weekdays I always feel like I've wasted my day at work. I know this means that I am not doing what I am supposed to be doing or I'm not doing what I was designed to be doing or something along those lines. Even though I work diligently and efficiently and am incomprehensibly good at what I do. I'm just not fulfilled by it. The problem here is I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. I know what I would like to be doing, but I don't know how to turn my passions into economic gain.
Additionally, I still want to go back to school, but with each day passing that dream seems farther away.
Moving along, because it doesn't help anybody to be a whiny little bitch.
Yesterday Devin reminded me of a time long ago, seems like another lifetime, in which there was a massive snow storm leaving nearly the entirety of the city without power. Because my place of residence was on the same power grid as the hospital I had my power fixed before the storm was even through. Because no one else I had power, and I did: I had a whole group of friends over so they could have a hot shower, warm meal, and get in touch with the outside world. It was a fond memory, but then I started thinking about who here, if without power, would even tell me they were without power for me to offer them the same. Then I thought if I were without power there really wouldn't be anyone to open their shower for me save for one, but she's my roommate so if I were without power so would she be. Of course, San Antonio rarely loses power, and never for days on end so it's unlikely this theory would ever have to be placed into practice.
So today wasn't bad, but did a lot of thinking along the down side of things. Trying to be a bit more up-tempo.
An old friend of mine, Gabriel makes homemade root beer, and a couple weeks ago I bought a case off him to help him pay for his big move across the country, and I gotta say it's pretty damn good stuff. In fact I think I will have one tonight, with a bit of sour mash for a nightcap.
Sarsaparilla!
-Maddie
Currently hearing: Brendan Bowyer's "Boulavogue"
Currently reading: Robert A Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
P.S.
"The polar bears will protect me from Jesus"
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Back from the Abyss Deuce.
Okay so here's the thing:
I haven't posted a blog in forever! I have an excuse: I promise.
See, shortly after my last post my computer exploded! Yes, it exploded! And, I didn't get a new one until January. Well, why didn't I post something in January when I got the new computer? I didn't feel like it. See, the things is I have like two readers so I wasn't feeling much like it was worth my time.
A lot has happened this past year, and some months. A lot, that I'm not going to get into right now, but it was exciting! Or, it had it's brief moments of being exciting, but mostly it's been boring - so, I guess no a lot has actually happened. Eventually, if I can keep up this blog thing I'll get into more details for you: in the meantime, we shall start with yet another status update for you.
Location: San Antonio, Texas.
WHY?!?!?! I don't know...
Still single.
Um. List of things I need to accomplish, and don't foresee much time to do so: Build shelving unit. Stop living out of a clutter of boxes. (Spent all day cleaning said clutter of boxes, and is nowhere near anything resembling livable) I need more space, more time, less stress. I need to get the oil changed in the Element. I need to figure out a way to relax in an environment of being constantly surrounded by people, and clutter, and the traffic. Anyway, there's more stuff I need to do so I'll have to keep this fairly short, but will try to find time during the week do type more of my thoughts down.
And laundry needs doing too.
right so, you know the formula:
Standing on the corner of sanity and madness,
Maddie
Currently hearing: Plain White T's "So Damn Clever"
Currently reading: Robert A. Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress"
"We're stuck on the corner of sanity and madness, I'm lookin' 'em over, I can't see a difference."
I haven't posted a blog in forever! I have an excuse: I promise.
See, shortly after my last post my computer exploded! Yes, it exploded! And, I didn't get a new one until January. Well, why didn't I post something in January when I got the new computer? I didn't feel like it. See, the things is I have like two readers so I wasn't feeling much like it was worth my time.
A lot has happened this past year, and some months. A lot, that I'm not going to get into right now, but it was exciting! Or, it had it's brief moments of being exciting, but mostly it's been boring - so, I guess no a lot has actually happened. Eventually, if I can keep up this blog thing I'll get into more details for you: in the meantime, we shall start with yet another status update for you.
Location: San Antonio, Texas.
WHY?!?!?! I don't know...
Still single.
Um. List of things I need to accomplish, and don't foresee much time to do so: Build shelving unit. Stop living out of a clutter of boxes. (Spent all day cleaning said clutter of boxes, and is nowhere near anything resembling livable) I need more space, more time, less stress. I need to get the oil changed in the Element. I need to figure out a way to relax in an environment of being constantly surrounded by people, and clutter, and the traffic. Anyway, there's more stuff I need to do so I'll have to keep this fairly short, but will try to find time during the week do type more of my thoughts down.
And laundry needs doing too.
right so, you know the formula:
Standing on the corner of sanity and madness,
Maddie
Currently hearing: Plain White T's "So Damn Clever"
Currently reading: Robert A. Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress"
"We're stuck on the corner of sanity and madness, I'm lookin' 'em over, I can't see a difference."
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