Archive for the ‘NaBloPoMo’ Category

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Random Conversation

May 26, 2008

Mom: What are you looking for?
Me: (digging through the pet cupboard) Cyanide to kill my cat.
Mom: Oh, okay.
Me: We don’t seem to have any. Here, give them some treats so I can lock them out of the room and go back to bed.

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I was doing really well with posting every day as part of NaBloPoMo, no matter how mundane and pointless my posts may have been. But last night I had an important decision to make. Either force myself to stay awake long enough to comment on how ecstatic I was that I was finally tired long before 3 am, or go to sleep. My pillow won.

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I’ve earned this crown

May 24, 2008

So Jay (linking to Theresa since it’s her DH I’m talking about) held a poker night back on April 19th. The second day of my week long adventures in the Dominican. I felt only mildly guilty for not going to that because, well, I booked my vacation in February!

Tonight, oh tonight, was going to be his High Rollers tournament. He told me about it weeks in advance. I booked the night off so I could play, scheduling it into my day planner and everything. And what do I do? I screw up my finances by not updating my Bill Payment Schedule properly, and left myself a little short.

My only saving grace was that he had 8 or 9 people who had guaranteed their attendance at tonight’s game. How many people showed? A total of 3. I am a total dumbass and have officially earned the crown for Worst Friend Ever….

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Sleep

May 23, 2008

What is this elusive thing called sleep? What I’ve been having the last week can only be described as midnight naps. About 4 hours of sleep a night for 7 days. Do you know what this does to your complexion? Your energy level? Your ability to cope? It knocks them all right out of the freaking ballpark! I’m going to curl up under a blanket and hope that Mr. Sandman sprinkles some sleep dust on me. Or, at the very least, a cat jumps full force on my head and knocks me out. Either one will work right about now.

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Rule of Three

May 22, 2008

I’m a believer in the Rule of Three. Some people may refer to it as Karma, the Law of Three or the Golden Rule. And whatever you may call it, Rule of Three, or Karma, it’s a good rule to live by.

If you spend your whole life treating other people like shit, what do you expect in return? Do you really expect to live your later years happy and surrounded by those you love?

This is what’s happening to my Aunt. She spent the majority of her life inflicting pain deliberately on her children, her parents, and those around her. Quick with the insult, and happy in her belief that her actions were acceptable she felt no need to change despite the numerous confrontations she’s endured. Now that she’s older she finds she doesn’t have very many people to depend on. She’s seriously ill, and with the exception of one son who only comes to visit her to borrow money or the car, she’s alone. Her other children barely speak to her, and she’s slowly clueing in as to why.

And it’s sad that it’s taken the diagnosis and prognosis that she’s been given in order to provide this insight for her. Now, if only she would realize that “her angel” son she idolizes is really nothing more than a lying, attention seeking, con artist perhaps she could really make a difference with what time she has left. Her plans are to leave her estate to this one particular son. She has grandchildren who could benefit from a small inheritance. Or, if she didn’t want to do that, donate to the Canadian Cancer Society in the hopes that one day they’ll find a cure for her cancer.

Sadly, I don’t think she has enough time left to learn that lesson.

I have learned something while watching her go through the ordeal of the last year. I’m letting go of grudges, I’ll never purposefully hurt anyone, and I’ll be mindful to always respect those around me (not like I don’t already). I want my life to continue to be filled with the love of my family and friends.

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Where’s my Fedora?

May 21, 2008

Sallah: Please, what does it always mean, this… this “Junior”?
Professor Henry Jones: That’s his name.
[points to himself]
Professor Henry Jones: Henry Jones…
[points to Indy]
Professor Henry Jones: …Junior.
Indiana Jones: I like “Indiana.”
Professor Henry Jones: We named the *dog* Indiana.
Marcus Brody: May we go home now, please?
Sallah: The dog?
[starts laughing]
Sallah: You are named after the dog? HA HA HA…!
Indiana Jones: I’ve got a lot of fond memories of that dog.

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Very fitting considering today….

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Placeholder

May 20, 2008

This is ultimately a place holder. My brain feels like it’s going to start oozing out of my ears at any moment. Such is the life of a migraine sufferer.

I’ve also built a lovely mental block to stop myself from dealing with a certain topic. To appease my brain because it’s dealing with yet another mental block, I’m spending money on pretty stuff from Avon. I’m such a girl.

Oh, if you do want a “strange but true” story, check out this article.

I kid you not when I say that this is a frequently recurring nightmare of mine. And no, we will not be dissecting this nightmare “all Freudian like” as Theresa put it.