Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
terribly early in the morning
Daily Rituals
Aw, isn’t it sweet, someone checks my blog almost every single morning around 8 am. Nothing says “time to wake up” like a cup of coffee and a dose of Flippy. Keep checking, I still have some blog entries in mind for you. In the meantime, why don’t you get started reading here and see if you can find yourself. For those of you who are less obsessive about me, you should check out the link, too, but only for pure entertainment value.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
the wee hours
Foster Kittens, live action video!
We have the kids for the week, giving their other foster mom(s) a break from bottle feeding. They’re almost at the perfect age, where they use the litter box on their own (the three girls have used the litter box on their own…the two boys are a little behind), and where they run & play & jump on each other. Right now, they’re just starting to look adoringly at whomever is holding their bottle for them.
Friday, May 22, 2009
mid-afternoon
Clearly the word does not mean what you think it means
From dictionary.com - for my siblings and one of their spouses: con?cern??/k?n?s?rn/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [kuhn-surn] –verb (used with object) 1. to relate to; be connected with; be of interest or importance to; affect: The water shortage concerns us all. 2. to interest or engage (used reflexively or in the passive, often fol. by with or in): She concerns herself with every aspect of the business. 3. to trouble, worry, or disquiet: I am concerned about his health. –noun 4. something that relates or pertains to a person; business; affair: Law is the concern of lawyers. 5. a matter that engages a person’s attention, interest, or care, or that affects a person’s welfare or happiness: The party was no concern of his. 6. worry, solicitude, or anxiety: to show concern for someone in trouble. 7. important relation or bearing: This news is of concern to all of us. 8. a commercial or manufacturing company or establishment: the headquarters of an insurance concern. 9. Informal. any material object or contrivance.
mid-morning
Apparently Certain “Concerned” People Can’t Seem To Leave Me Alone
I keep getting spied on by people who say they are “concerned” about me, yet not once have they shown that concern. Concern would be, I don’t know, maybe asking how I’m feeling, if I need help with anything, or really anything BESIDES harassing me and lying about me. It’s funny how the people who keep saying they’re “concerned” about me haven’t done even the smallest thing to prove it, unlike my friends (and my parents), who prove it every single day.
Because these “concerned” harassers are accessing my blog by using proxies (Yeah, HideMyAss.com doesn’t really hide your ass, does it? Your ass is just out there flapping in the wind), I’ve started to write my personal posts on my Vox blog, which is completely private, except to those I’ve given access. If you’d like access, send me an email and I’ll approve you as a friend over there. I’ll still continue to write my political, foodie, Fibro, herniated disk, or whatever posts here because I know that some of those posts have helped some of you who are experiencing the same things. I’m not going to stop posting because certain family members are creepily spying on me. I could set up private accounts on this blog, but I don’t want to block the search engines. Some of my best pals have been strangers who have found my posts via a search. Besides, it’s my blog and I like writing here, and I’m not going to let anyone chase me away because they can’t get a grip on their own obsessions.
Oh, poo, I’ve spoiled your fun, huh? Well, I guess you’ll have to get your complete jollies spying on Leigh-Ann now. She writes just for certain audiences sometimes, so enjoy.
Monday, May 11, 2009
evening
I want to write about something fun!
My blog is even starting to depress me, and in general, I’m quite fine with what I write, whether or not it’s entertaining to anyone else. It’s kind of like my diary (albeit a bit censored), but published in public. I miss my old posts about concerts and conventions and actually doing things. Lately, I barely even log on to the computer anymore. The only thing that has excited me is when after midnight Wed/Thurs, I get to see new stuff in the SuperPoke Pets Shop. I suppose it’s maybe because I miss shopping (at the very least, not having to find out which store has our staples on sale - cereal, granola bars, dehydrated fruit, milk…and Tootsie Pops) and the SuperPoke Shop doesn’t cost anything, just time playing with other people’s pets or, frankly, what’s been happening with my account lately…other people playing with my pet. I have about 800 “friends” (about 20 of them people I actually know), and I used to play with my friends’ pets daily, no matter what else I did. If I had time, I’d play with strangers’ pets. Now, nothin’. I’m behind on message boards, blogs, and what’s happening on people’s Facebook pages. I rarely return emails. If I haven’t written back, don’t worry, I’m still somewhat alive, and I apologize for not getting back to you. It’s not anything you did/said. It kind of feels like information overload. Heck, I barely know what’s going on in the news because I log on so little. I do know that at least things seem better now that Obama is President. I don’t feel like I have to keep an eye on everything to find out what dumb thing the administration has done today or this week. I feel like we’re in better hands, and that if bad stuff happens, it was inevitable and not due to stupidity or meanness.
If anyone knows anything about getting a short sale through or getting a better deal on a short sale, please let me know. I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I know that I don’t want to lose this house (I’d sure like to relocate it somewhere cooler right now though, ugh), and I don’t have the energy (or money) to move anywhere else. Except for the terrible insulation problem in this house (cold in the winter and hot in the spring and summer, and sometimes, fall) and the lack of cross-ventilation, it’s located in a nice neighborhood. Even though we’re close to a large intersection, our street itself is really quiet and feels more isolated than the other homes in our subdivision because our one block of about 20 houses is separated from the other thousand or so by a large four lane street. Behind us is another subdivision, but there’s a small street before that subdivision begins and our back wall is about twenty feet high, so it doesn’t feel claustrophobic. We have nice neighbors who are friendly when we see them, but we rarely do see them. Since our neighbor/friends from next door moved to Henderson, we really haven’t forged any new friendships. The people who moved into their house are very nice, but they live their own lives with their extended family here. On the other side is the same older couple that’s always been there, and except for them buidling the monstrous garage in their back yard, we like them just fine. Then again, they also spend half of their time at their other home in Illinois, so we go for months not seeing them. The neighborhood’s stray cats appreciate the quiet of their back yard. We occasionally see their security lights go on, but whenever we look over the wall, we never see anything, so we’re sure that most of the time it’s just cats. The owner has very nicely left a stripped Mustang in the back yard, so the cats have a little bit of shelter. Sure, it’s kind of ugly, but we can’t see it unless we look at the yard from the bird room window. So, to make a long story short, we like this house, most of the time.
Wow, this is so rambly. I guess it’s because I don’t have much to say. It’s hard to write a blog when you don’t do anything other than go to the doctor, the library, and the grocery store. I’ve been feeling mostly crummy lately, so it’s a grand success when I shower and leave the house. Although, it sure would be nice if someone would hire me to work from home. I quite miss making money. And heck, since I’m home so much, I could become a workaholic, too. I feel a lot better when the sun goes down. However, I haven’t heard from anyone that I’ve sent my resumes to, even though I’ve only applied for jobs that I could hardly be more qualified to do. It’s sad. Who are they hiring in my place? You’d think they could at least give me a shot. Sheesh.
Well, anyway, if you know anything about short sales, lemme know.
