So, fun times. I get a text yesterday from the ex saying that his brother had "said something" and that as a result the state of Iowa is seeking to extradite me on charges of abuse.
LOL, WHUT?
This is clearly a failed attempt at "LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME." And a lame one at that. For one, he lived with us in Minnesota. I doubt Iowa would have jurisdiction, despite him being a ward of the state at the time. Two, there is absolutely no evidence, just the word of a pathological liar of a teenager with a criminal record for, among other things, ASSAULTING ME.
I doubt that this is even really happening. No doubt the boy did say something to someone, and they said they would look into it or some such nonsense that the child then blew out of proportion and relayed to the ex, who felt the need to fuck with my head by relaying it to me. And it will all come to nothing, just like when he supposedly had cancer, or when he was going to move to the west coast, or when he was certain he was allergic to dogs and was going to get rid of my ex-dog.
Seriously, David? Your attempts to get inside my head are becoming increasingly lame. QUIT FUCKING CONTACTING ME. This ought to be easy, since I have now blocked your cell number from calling or texting me. But I will be nice and let you see this entry.
LOL, WHUT?
This is clearly a failed attempt at "LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME." And a lame one at that. For one, he lived with us in Minnesota. I doubt Iowa would have jurisdiction, despite him being a ward of the state at the time. Two, there is absolutely no evidence, just the word of a pathological liar of a teenager with a criminal record for, among other things, ASSAULTING ME.
I doubt that this is even really happening. No doubt the boy did say something to someone, and they said they would look into it or some such nonsense that the child then blew out of proportion and relayed to the ex, who felt the need to fuck with my head by relaying it to me. And it will all come to nothing, just like when he supposedly had cancer, or when he was going to move to the west coast, or when he was certain he was allergic to dogs and was going to get rid of my ex-dog.
Seriously, David? Your attempts to get inside my head are becoming increasingly lame. QUIT FUCKING CONTACTING ME. This ought to be easy, since I have now blocked your cell number from calling or texting me. But I will be nice and let you see this entry.
Every fucking thing I do or say lately is apparently wrong. It's exhausting having people pissed at you all the fucking time for no apparent reason.
I swear, as soon as one thing in my life starts to go right, everything else had to go to shit.
I swear, as soon as one thing in my life starts to go right, everything else had to go to shit.
So I had this friend in high school. We were pretty good friends, did a lot of stuff together. We were never inseparable besties or anything, but friends. Things got a little tense when she got the part I felt I should have had in our last school play, but we remained friendly (She was the drama teacher's pet, but said she didn't want the part and wasn't going to audition, then did anyway the second day of try outs and got the part. I got to be her understudy. I was understandably a bit hurt). When we got to college, we still hung out occasionally.
Then she started dating this guy who was a year behind us in school and all the sudden forgot about all her friends. She just... quit talking to us. Friends of hers I didn't even really know commented on this to me. She contacted me via e-mail out of the blue one day after months of silence to bitch that my website was a "carbon copy" of hers and I was trying to be her (Because calling someone a pathetic wannabe is the way to win back your pissed off friends). I sent back an angry e-mail, deleted the website, and she never spoke to me again. Not even when we had 2 classes together in the next few years (we had the same 2nd major). Once in a while I got curious as to what she was up to and checked her blog, but after a few months, complete radio silence (this girl creates new blogs with the frequency some people buy shoes, so I assume she moved on).
So she came to mind this evening, and by some miracle I found a trace of her on the interwebs!
Turns out, she married the guy, lives in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere and works as a glorified secretary at a nature center. And she got FAT. She has two chins, has a BAD "mom haircut" and looks 10 years older than she is. And this is a girl who used to be a 5'10" size 3 with long flowing blonde hair.
I don't care how mean spirited this sounds...
My life may be shit, but at least I'm still cute!
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Okay, now I feel like an ass. Apparently she got cancer and lost a leg. :( She was still a bitch to me though. And she's a batshit insane kool-aid drinking granola-eating braless hippie.
Then she started dating this guy who was a year behind us in school and all the sudden forgot about all her friends. She just... quit talking to us. Friends of hers I didn't even really know commented on this to me. She contacted me via e-mail out of the blue one day after months of silence to bitch that my website was a "carbon copy" of hers and I was trying to be her (Because calling someone a pathetic wannabe is the way to win back your pissed off friends). I sent back an angry e-mail, deleted the website, and she never spoke to me again. Not even when we had 2 classes together in the next few years (we had the same 2nd major). Once in a while I got curious as to what she was up to and checked her blog, but after a few months, complete radio silence (this girl creates new blogs with the frequency some people buy shoes, so I assume she moved on).
So she came to mind this evening, and by some miracle I found a trace of her on the interwebs!
Turns out, she married the guy, lives in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere and works as a glorified secretary at a nature center. And she got FAT. She has two chins, has a BAD "mom haircut" and looks 10 years older than she is. And this is a girl who used to be a 5'10" size 3 with long flowing blonde hair.
I don't care how mean spirited this sounds...
My life may be shit, but at least I'm still cute!
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Okay, now I feel like an ass. Apparently she got cancer and lost a leg. :( She was still a bitch to me though. And she's a batshit insane kool-aid drinking granola-eating braless hippie.
Hugs and Kisses and Heads of State
Dear Miss Manners:
What should an American president do when he greets a foreign head of state? What about his wife? And would that be any different from an average American citizen greeting a foreign head of state?
A handshake and "How do you do?" seem appropriate everywhere, but what about curtsies, head nods and genuflecting? Is a bend at the waist considered different from a bent knee? If anyone can have a final say on this, I believe it would be you.
Final say? If only that were true. Miss Manners has now watched at least half a dozen administrations get this wrong. They go to one extreme or the other, behaving like other presidents' buddies or like monarchs' subjects.
Where is the Office of Protocol, for goodness' sake?
Yes, yes, Americans pride ourselves on being warm and open and spontaneous. But heads of state are the symbolic embodiments of their countries, and the greeting gesture is itself symbolic. If they improvise mistakenly, they can expect a spontaneous outburst of American disdain.
The American greeting routine used to be simple. Because we officially consider all people to be equal and equally worthy of respect, the same gesture, the handshake -- simple, dignified and egalitarian -- would do for all.
We knew it wasn't universal, but it was our way. We felt superior to people who had to bow down to their leaders. And we found it side-splitting to watch news footage of French generals bestowing kisses on their soldiers when they gave out medals.
Then, about half a century ago, came the American huggy movement. Instant intimacy was going to solve everyone's problems by making them feel good, which, in turn, would end war and strife. It took rather vigorous forms among some, but eventually infiltrated even the most staid parts of society, where the handshake had been the greeting that fathers gave their young sons.
And it spread internationally. Heads of state took to kissing and hugging one another, a truly bad idea politically. Those photographs are bound to surface when the loved one or his country does something nasty.
Symbolically, it is bad even in good times. Such bonding smacks of the days when protocol had sovereigns from different monarchies addressing one another as "Monsieur Mon Frère" or "Madame Ma Soeur," regardless of whether they had any familial ties. The idea was that they belonged to an international ruling class as distinguished from the mere subjects over whom they reigned.
And if you don't believe that, you should try a spontaneous hug on any head of state -- your own or anyone else's -- who happens to come your way in a parade or ceremony.
But symbolic subservience to a foreign ruler is worse. When Miss Manners sees American citizens delighting in bowing or curtseying to royalty, she tries to remind herself that they are just being silly, not treasonous. When an American official does it, we can only hope it was because he was noticing that his own shoelace was undone -- and not that he recognizes the divine right of kings in general, or the authority over us of that king in particular.
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Dear Miss Manners:
What should an American president do when he greets a foreign head of state? What about his wife? And would that be any different from an average American citizen greeting a foreign head of state?
A handshake and "How do you do?" seem appropriate everywhere, but what about curtsies, head nods and genuflecting? Is a bend at the waist considered different from a bent knee? If anyone can have a final say on this, I believe it would be you.
Final say? If only that were true. Miss Manners has now watched at least half a dozen administrations get this wrong. They go to one extreme or the other, behaving like other presidents' buddies or like monarchs' subjects.
Where is the Office of Protocol, for goodness' sake?
Yes, yes, Americans pride ourselves on being warm and open and spontaneous. But heads of state are the symbolic embodiments of their countries, and the greeting gesture is itself symbolic. If they improvise mistakenly, they can expect a spontaneous outburst of American disdain.
The American greeting routine used to be simple. Because we officially consider all people to be equal and equally worthy of respect, the same gesture, the handshake -- simple, dignified and egalitarian -- would do for all.
We knew it wasn't universal, but it was our way. We felt superior to people who had to bow down to their leaders. And we found it side-splitting to watch news footage of French generals bestowing kisses on their soldiers when they gave out medals.
Then, about half a century ago, came the American huggy movement. Instant intimacy was going to solve everyone's problems by making them feel good, which, in turn, would end war and strife. It took rather vigorous forms among some, but eventually infiltrated even the most staid parts of society, where the handshake had been the greeting that fathers gave their young sons.
And it spread internationally. Heads of state took to kissing and hugging one another, a truly bad idea politically. Those photographs are bound to surface when the loved one or his country does something nasty.
Symbolically, it is bad even in good times. Such bonding smacks of the days when protocol had sovereigns from different monarchies addressing one another as "Monsieur Mon Frère" or "Madame Ma Soeur," regardless of whether they had any familial ties. The idea was that they belonged to an international ruling class as distinguished from the mere subjects over whom they reigned.
And if you don't believe that, you should try a spontaneous hug on any head of state -- your own or anyone else's -- who happens to come your way in a parade or ceremony.
But symbolic subservience to a foreign ruler is worse. When Miss Manners sees American citizens delighting in bowing or curtseying to royalty, she tries to remind herself that they are just being silly, not treasonous. When an American official does it, we can only hope it was because he was noticing that his own shoelace was undone -- and not that he recognizes the divine right of kings in general, or the authority over us of that king in particular.
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I think I'm going to have to head back to the Apple store again tomorrow. My brand new MacBook adapter got very hot and stopped charging a bit ago. I googled around and apparently this is a big problem with these things. I'm also now getting poor battery life readings. It's at almost full power and telling me I only have 1.5 hours left on it. It's usually a three hour plus battery. I"m going to let the lappy and the charger cool off and try again in the morning.
ETA: Couldn't sleep yet, so I tried again. Huh. Seems to be working normally now. Odd.
ETA: Couldn't sleep yet, so I tried again. Huh. Seems to be working normally now. Odd.
Well, I'm not going to knitting group anymore. Tonight was just kind of the last straw. I'm tired of being the closet conservative and listening to all their liberal bullshit. At first it was just the one woman who pissed me off. Not a single week goes by that she doesn't make some blatantly rude anti-religious or anti-conservative comment. Then today, this other woman and I get in a discussion about the quality of the local public schools which basically boils down to her telling me that I'm a deadbeat expecting the school to parent my kid, just because I said I'm sick of them not holding him accountable for his behavior, and in fact, encouraging it. (The other day David went to the school to pick him up early, and when he told Byron "Ok, lets go" Byron replied "Piss off" and his teachers laughed hysterically. How's that for being an authority figure? And that's only one example).
When I politely ended the conversation, she turned to the only other girl who was there and started a conversation about something else and just pretended I wasn't there. Real mature. So, while they were yammering on, I quietly finished the row I was knitting, gathered up my things and left without a word. I had not taken three steps away from my chair when I heard it get really quiet behind me. No doubt they are still sitting over there gossiping about me.
No, I won't be going back.
When I politely ended the conversation, she turned to the only other girl who was there and started a conversation about something else and just pretended I wasn't there. Real mature. So, while they were yammering on, I quietly finished the row I was knitting, gathered up my things and left without a word. I had not taken three steps away from my chair when I heard it get really quiet behind me. No doubt they are still sitting over there gossiping about me.
No, I won't be going back.
Well, this made my day better.
Senate Blocks Funding to Close Gitmo
Looks like someone's allure is wearing off. Read the whole thing. Obama's plan has been cut off from every angle. He's fucked. And I'm a happy (allergy ridden, asthmatic, rather mentally unstable) girl.
Here is the voting record for this amendment. If your senator is one of the six morons to vote nay, give 'em a piece of you mind!
Senate Blocks Funding to Close Gitmo
Looks like someone's allure is wearing off. Read the whole thing. Obama's plan has been cut off from every angle. He's fucked. And I'm a happy (allergy ridden, asthmatic, rather mentally unstable) girl.
Here is the voting record for this amendment. If your senator is one of the six morons to vote nay, give 'em a piece of you mind!
I have too many projects going, you say? Fie upon thee! One cannot have too many WIPs. (Besides, I just frogged the knit shawl and socks that I lost interest in after a few rows. :))
So I was looking around the interwebs late last night and I just happened to discover a LYS in my area that I can actually get to by bus in under half an hour! *cue me doing the happy Snoopy dance*
So, with my Happy Hooker in hand (to make sure I didn't buy anything without a project in mind!) I betook myself over to Depth of Field Yarn. I spent about an hour while the hubby got bored after two minutes and headed across the street to the Weinery for lunch. After much ooing and ahing and fondling of pretty pretty yarn, I finally decided on five hanks of Tahki Classic Mercerised Cotton in rose (on sale for $3.85!!!) to make the Sweet Pea Shawl, which the very helpful, if gruff, employee showed me how to wind up on the ball-winder (I'm like a little kid-- the ball winder is so much fun!).
All in all I am rather pleased with my first LYS experience. I had read on Ravelry others' poor experiences at local stores, but this store seemed free of those problems, the only issue I see being that there is no handicapped access to the sale loft. The aisles were wide enough, no one followed me around, no gaggles of yarn snobs were in sight, and everything was individually priced, well organized, and free of icky smells.
The only sad part is that, being wool-sensitive, I couldn't use half of the pretty pretty stuff there. :(
And now I am sitting across the street from my apartment typing this up and working on my shawl. The pattern is a pain in my ass (nearly a thousand double treble crochets? Seriously?) but it will look very nice when done and the color will look very nice on me. So far I have 24 shells completed... only 168 more to go. :/
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So I was looking around the interwebs late last night and I just happened to discover a LYS in my area that I can actually get to by bus in under half an hour! *cue me doing the happy Snoopy dance*
So, with my Happy Hooker in hand (to make sure I didn't buy anything without a project in mind!) I betook myself over to Depth of Field Yarn. I spent about an hour while the hubby got bored after two minutes and headed across the street to the Weinery for lunch. After much ooing and ahing and fondling of pretty pretty yarn, I finally decided on five hanks of Tahki Classic Mercerised Cotton in rose (on sale for $3.85!!!) to make the Sweet Pea Shawl, which the very helpful, if gruff, employee showed me how to wind up on the ball-winder (I'm like a little kid-- the ball winder is so much fun!).
All in all I am rather pleased with my first LYS experience. I had read on Ravelry others' poor experiences at local stores, but this store seemed free of those problems, the only issue I see being that there is no handicapped access to the sale loft. The aisles were wide enough, no one followed me around, no gaggles of yarn snobs were in sight, and everything was individually priced, well organized, and free of icky smells.
The only sad part is that, being wool-sensitive, I couldn't use half of the pretty pretty stuff there. :(
And now I am sitting across the street from my apartment typing this up and working on my shawl. The pattern is a pain in my ass (nearly a thousand double treble crochets? Seriously?) but it will look very nice when done and the color will look very nice on me. So far I have 24 shells completed... only 168 more to go. :/
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