Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Friday, May 22, 2009
the wee hours
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
the wee hours
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.
Friday, March 20, 2009
evening
Rory Makes It To The Show…and other stuff
Rory (who is now named Vegas and living happily with Leigh-Ann’s brother and sister-in-law), who we found as a stray kitten on our front porch, has made it to the bigs. She was one of the featured cats on I Can Has Cheezburger. Someone found her picture on my Flickr site, and perhaps someone else delicately swiped it from them, because her original picture said “Dunno Source” - after Leigh-Ann’s brother found the picture, we informed the site admins of the source and they remedied it immediately, linking both to my Flickr account (that reminds me, I should check my traffic) and to our rescue, Wee Paws Animal Sanctuary, which I thought was nice of them. Sometimes, Leigh-Ann and I need to share the same happy incident. So, here’s Rory!
see more Lolcats and funny pictures
Apparently my blog isn’t cheerful enough for some people’s tastes. Hmm, is there anywhere here where I told you I was going to be cheerful & entertaining? This has been my life, for better or worse, and blogs are by nature self-indulgent things, so if you don’t like it here, there are lots of blogs to read. Even though I like having readers and friends, I write my blog for myself. I didn’t start writing expecting to be read by anyone. It’s like a public diary, only I could never stick to writing a diary when I was a kid. Whether I ever have another reader or not, this blog has served its purpose. I have made friends here (:::waves:::), I’ve informed people about the ins and outs of having a herniated disk and then having surgery (:::waves to the herniated disk friends I’ve met here:::), I’ve written about my experience with Fibromyalgia (waves to the FMS folks), I’ve written about Tricia Kean’s breasts (waves to Tricia), I’ve written about my stupid annoying bladder problem (thanks Enablex SO much - was cured in a couple of months and could stop the med), I’ve written about pets (waves to the animal lovers), I’ve written about clinical trials (waves to the other human experiments), I’ve written about hockey (welcome American hockey fans, I know you’re a rare breed), I’ve written about fantasy football (we ALL love fantasy football), and on and on. I can’t make this blog be a place that’s just for you - I have to write about what comes into my head and hope that you either like it or you skip to the next entry, which is what I do when someone writes about something that doesn’t interest me.
I guess my only regret is giving out my blog url so easily. Strangers and friends are completely different kinds of readers than family members. I remember when the most offensive thing on my blog was that I said “fuck” a couple of times. Oh, how some people miss the times of yore. I can’t help that. What I can do is tell you that if you’re not interested in what I’m writing about, there’s that big “X” at the upper right of your screen, and it’ll make sure you don’t have to read here. Despite what’s happened in my life lately, I’m pretty cheerful by nature, as is Leigh-Ann, and we treat people well, which is how we get free things…that we’ve been told that people don’t believe that we get. We’re never rude to anyone when we go out; we’re friendly even when someone makes a mistake; we’re patient; when we have money, we buy stuff for people (for our favorite Starbucks employees, the vet’s office, the doctors’ offices, strangers online sometimes, etc. - cheap stuff, but we think about how we treat other people); and although we haven’t reaped much financial karma, we have reaped other sorts of rewards. So, in other words, if I’m complaining here and I’m miserable, I still treat people well, and am usually treated well in exchange, but this is still MY blog. Generally, if I rant about how miserable I feel, I feel better afterwards for getting if off my chest. Maybe I’m weird, but I don’t mind at all when other bloggers complain. Hey, life sometimes sucks…and sometimes it sucks for a looooooooong time.
Just recently, I wrote a post on a Fibromyalgia board. It was fairly typical (although I’ve written some posts there just to help other people with info, too) of how I write. Kind of ranty. However, it was in an environment where everyone understand exactly how I felt, and I was commended for keeping my sense of humor even under trying circumstances that they’ve all experienced. I like to think I retain it here, too, but sometimes I don’t feel like I can be amusing. Nevertheless, this blog is my home, so I’m not going to run off to FMS boards just for understanding. I sometimes write just to have a history of what happened written down here, so I can go back to it later. That said, it’s MY home and it makes me feel better to write here, no matter what I write and no matter how depressing it might be. If you don’t like it, please read something more to your enjoyment, like perhaps a wiki written by Mikey the Humming Mouse from 1999. I’m sure Mikey and his sea monkey expertise will be thrilled with your readership. I’ll be happy with those who stay here for enjoyment or education or because they’re pissed off and don’t have a blog to write in or those who are just my friends, no matter what I write. And frankly, no offense to your sensibilities, but it’s a little difficult to be overly cheerful when you’ve lost your health, your car has been repo’d, you’ve lost your job, and you’re in danger of losing your house. It’s just a wee bit difficult to stick to “cheery is as cheery does”.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
terribly early in the morning
Idiot of the Day - Police Dept. and/or DA of Clearfield, PA
15-year-old Clearfield girl faces porn charges The Associated Press Posted: 02/20/2009 CLEARFIELD, Pa.—A 15-year-old girl from central Pennsylvania faces child pornography charges after police say she sent nude pictures of herself over the Internet. Clearfield County District Attorney William Shaw says the girl has been charged as a juvenile with possessing, distributing and creating child pornography. The girl is living with her mother. Authorities say the girl sent the pictures after communicating in June 2007 with a 27-year-old man over the MySpace networking Web site. The practice has been called “sexting” for the prevalence of teens to transmit images via a cell phone. Shaw says the man has also been charged with unlawful sexual activity. State police found the images on the man’s computer.
Child pornography charges??? A 15 year old taking and sending naked pictures of themselves isn’t making or distributing child pornography. Why on earth would they waste time and money charging a kid with such a horrible crime (she’ll have to register as a sex offender if she’s found guilty, I would imagine), when all she’s really guilty of is being a stupid 15 year old. The guy, on the other hand, if he knew that she was 15, should be charged with something. But, if they’re going to charge every teenager, who has taken and sent a naked picture of themselves to someone else online, with child pornography, they’re going to suddenly have an awful lot of new “sex offenders” on their hands. The girl should be grounded, lose her allowance for a month, sit in a corner with a dunce cap on for a day, or lose her computer privileges for a month, not be charged with something that would be a felony if she was 18. Although, if she was 18, they wouldn’t be able to charge her at all, because adults can send naked pictures of themselves to other adults without it being considered a crime.
And this is what I end up reading, after wanting only to know why Hanover is the “snack capital of the world”. I know that Snyder’s of Hanover (the pretzel people) is obviously in Hanover, but I don’t think a pretzel company is enough to make up a “snack capital”. Okay, after some extended “research”, I discovered that Hanover also has another pretzel company and two potato chip companies, and some other stuff. I guess that’s a lot of snacks for such a small town. Nevertheless, police in nearby Clearfield are idiots.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
terribly early in the morning
I finally signed up for Twitter, although I’m not sure I’m going to like it. However, do any of you have Twitter accounts? Is there anyone I should follow? I’m lost in a sea of tweets.
