Still waiting to hear from Dorrance...
I'm trying out being an Argonian in Oblivion, but I'll have to deal with that later. I'm going to watch the episode of Merlin where he gets Excalibur made, only having to whip the thing in the lake after the wrong person handles it (Uther, that creep).
Then I'm going to ATTEMPT to get a job today (ha ha). We'll see if THAT works out...
Ta,
Bec
30.6.09
26.6.09
The Thriller Ends
I admired the music; not so much the man himself. He had some oddities which I couldn't reconcile (not even me, a fan of Matt Bellamy, whom most people would consider a little weird.) There were some things about him, like the fact that he lightened in skin tone as the years went by and the glitz increased exponentially, the scene with Blanket and then the child molestation/really weird stuff going on during the trial.
But he was a legend. He changed music simply by being there, and made dancing seem as easy as breathing. He influenced several of the artists I listen to myself. He changed the world he lived in, and in some ways he made it better, and I guess as far as life goes, that's a mark of success.
He also taught me some hard lessons about fame that I won't forget. He listened far too often to people who meant to do him harm, and according to the family attorney it eventually was what KO'ed his career and his life at the end. If I ever get there, I will remember where I came from and who was on my side first. There are so few right now that are, it'll be interesting to see who's on my side when I make it to the big time (ha ha).
Rest in peace, Michael Jackson. It was a long and strange road, but in the end you changed music and the world for the better. The world will miss you.
Ta,
Bec
But he was a legend. He changed music simply by being there, and made dancing seem as easy as breathing. He influenced several of the artists I listen to myself. He changed the world he lived in, and in some ways he made it better, and I guess as far as life goes, that's a mark of success.
He also taught me some hard lessons about fame that I won't forget. He listened far too often to people who meant to do him harm, and according to the family attorney it eventually was what KO'ed his career and his life at the end. If I ever get there, I will remember where I came from and who was on my side first. There are so few right now that are, it'll be interesting to see who's on my side when I make it to the big time (ha ha).
Rest in peace, Michael Jackson. It was a long and strange road, but in the end you changed music and the world for the better. The world will miss you.
Ta,
Bec
21.6.09
Better Sunday
Things have cleared up around here in the last week (meaning no one has screamed at anyone else in at least 12 hours. Progress!) Sunday morning is pretty quiet-Whisper is asleep in the middle of the floor, Dad's crashed out, Mom's in the tub, Anna and Sara are still sleeping, and Spritey, who can't stand the house because she's still got three layers of fur in this hot weather, is outside under the porch, staying cool.
It's a perfectly lovely morning and I have no idea what to do with myself.
E-mailed Tin Grandma off to a publisher yesterday-we'll see if it passes muster...
Ta,
Bec
It's a perfectly lovely morning and I have no idea what to do with myself.
E-mailed Tin Grandma off to a publisher yesterday-we'll see if it passes muster...
Ta,
Bec
14.6.09
Bad Sunday
Okay, so I lost at mini-golf-to everyone else. Mom and Dad had a rousingly bad fight that almost had Mom leaving and Dad up smacking shingles on the roof. I think the worst is over, though.
Mom's going through cookbooks and we didn't get a bloody thing cleaned today, but thanks in part to all the stress going around in this family today, I am going to ache like heck tomorrow.
Ta,
Bec
Mom's going through cookbooks and we didn't get a bloody thing cleaned today, but thanks in part to all the stress going around in this family today, I am going to ache like heck tomorrow.
Ta,
Bec
13.6.09
Cleaning Out The Closet...Sort Of
My mother really started it. For a long time, her room was a dumping ground for the things we weren't going to immediately use.
But Mom decided it was time to clean out some things, and here we are uncountable carloads full and a year later. She's still getting rid of stuff and trying to keep the amount she has at a manageable level (which is hard when there's a Goodwill in town and rummage sales all over.)
I got into the spirit and cleaned out my things. I had very few things to begin with-probably my books are the worst spot with me because I refuse to get rid of most of them.
But at least some of my clothes and a lot of my other possessions went out, and I felt better after all of it went.
Tonight was the night when we three kids decided to sort stuffed animals. Anna barely gave anything up at all compared to Sara and me. I kept maybe 10 stuffed animals total-I had about 10 more shoved in my dresser somewhere anyways. Sara gave a good lot away, too...save for Fozzie Bear, who she whined and moaned so much about giving away that I finally dug him out of the box I'd put him in with all the others and gave him back to her.
We also got rid of the Barney (Sara), Little Mermaid (Anna), and Winnie the Pooh (me) sleeping bags from when we were kids. It's unlikely we'll ever fit in them again, seeing as I was around 12 or 13 when I last used mine and I recall that my head stuck out of the top even when my feet were down by the zipper at the bottom.
That was when Mom got me a bigger and more adult one.
It's better to have these things done-moving out of here in a couple of years (possibly) is going to be hard enough as it is with my hundred books, clothes, and other things. And it'll make it easier to find our stuff when there's nothing that we didn't already say we wanted (and there won't be any fighting over what's mine, Anna's, or Sara's because we all know already.)
On another front, I played Oblivion today and jumped off the Imperial City's White Tower. I've wanted to do it just about forever and so I did. It was totally fun and I did a couple more times, all because I knew how to get around A) dying and B) gravity.
Tomorrow I expect to have to help with dinner, clean a fridge, clean in the yard, and probably I'll wind up washing a floor. Not too much work to do if the four of us women keep up with Dad tracking MUD through the whole house...
Ta,
Bec
But Mom decided it was time to clean out some things, and here we are uncountable carloads full and a year later. She's still getting rid of stuff and trying to keep the amount she has at a manageable level (which is hard when there's a Goodwill in town and rummage sales all over.)
I got into the spirit and cleaned out my things. I had very few things to begin with-probably my books are the worst spot with me because I refuse to get rid of most of them.
But at least some of my clothes and a lot of my other possessions went out, and I felt better after all of it went.
Tonight was the night when we three kids decided to sort stuffed animals. Anna barely gave anything up at all compared to Sara and me. I kept maybe 10 stuffed animals total-I had about 10 more shoved in my dresser somewhere anyways. Sara gave a good lot away, too...save for Fozzie Bear, who she whined and moaned so much about giving away that I finally dug him out of the box I'd put him in with all the others and gave him back to her.
We also got rid of the Barney (Sara), Little Mermaid (Anna), and Winnie the Pooh (me) sleeping bags from when we were kids. It's unlikely we'll ever fit in them again, seeing as I was around 12 or 13 when I last used mine and I recall that my head stuck out of the top even when my feet were down by the zipper at the bottom.
That was when Mom got me a bigger and more adult one.
It's better to have these things done-moving out of here in a couple of years (possibly) is going to be hard enough as it is with my hundred books, clothes, and other things. And it'll make it easier to find our stuff when there's nothing that we didn't already say we wanted (and there won't be any fighting over what's mine, Anna's, or Sara's because we all know already.)
On another front, I played Oblivion today and jumped off the Imperial City's White Tower. I've wanted to do it just about forever and so I did. It was totally fun and I did a couple more times, all because I knew how to get around A) dying and B) gravity.
Tomorrow I expect to have to help with dinner, clean a fridge, clean in the yard, and probably I'll wind up washing a floor. Not too much work to do if the four of us women keep up with Dad tracking MUD through the whole house...
Ta,
Bec
11.6.09
SO...
I had an X-ray instead of an MRI, and a cortisone shot in the shoulder to try and fix the problem. We'll see if that cures it (ha).
I haven't been doing anything much; been doing mostly nothing...up until today. Today wasn't meant to be any kind of day at all...until the gas meter lady showed up in the driveway.
After containing Whisper and Spirit, who don't do well when anyone comes near the property, I went out in my pajamas to see what the trouble was.
Turns out she was there to read the meter, and you think, well, this shouldn't be a problem.
Right, unless you have a father like mine, who works at a lumberyard and apparently believes in piling up trash like a very mistaken squirrel. Everything must be saved, no matter how ridiculous it is to save or how useless it is. This would be why one whole room of our house cannot even be entered because of the trash he has inside of it. I really wish I was joking when I say that Mom won't let me try to get into that room because I could really hurt myself trying.
I swore a dozen times today I am marrying a metrosexual, someone who cleans UP after themselves...what a dream...
So, instead of having this woman read the meter, I had to ask her to come back tomorrow because there was so much CRAP in front of the METER down in the bottom driveway. It was embarrassing to have to tell this woman that my father had made such a mess that she couldn't even read a few numbers off of the gas meter.
Then when my mother arrived home, my sisters and I spent hours outside cleaning up and burn barreling ALL of the CRAP in front of the meter so that she could get through to see the thing tomorrow when she comes BACK.
This is not just a small pile of trash that can be cleaned up in a couple of hours (and we only conquered a small part of the mess.) Oh, no. This is boards, of every shape, size, and type. This is display racks for heaven knows what. This is empty boxes. This is socks, and a coat, two pieces of carpet sample, a rat's nest, empty boxes of cans, plastic bags, parts of a swing set, discs for my computer (i would love to know how he got THOSE), metal something else's...
My summer is set. I will spend all of my time trying to keep up with the messes he's making inside the house and out.
We have more to do tomorrow, but a good portion of the FIVE FOOT HEAP of cardboard boxes he had lying in front of the basement door have been burned down to ash. And of course I smell like a campfire thanks to all of it.
So I have to go take a shower, because tomorrow I have lots more cleaning up to do because of my father. Again. He's a wonderful dad sometimes, but I wish he was less of a packrat/trash guru/hoarder/just plain messy human being.
Ta,
Bec
I haven't been doing anything much; been doing mostly nothing...up until today. Today wasn't meant to be any kind of day at all...until the gas meter lady showed up in the driveway.
After containing Whisper and Spirit, who don't do well when anyone comes near the property, I went out in my pajamas to see what the trouble was.
Turns out she was there to read the meter, and you think, well, this shouldn't be a problem.
Right, unless you have a father like mine, who works at a lumberyard and apparently believes in piling up trash like a very mistaken squirrel. Everything must be saved, no matter how ridiculous it is to save or how useless it is. This would be why one whole room of our house cannot even be entered because of the trash he has inside of it. I really wish I was joking when I say that Mom won't let me try to get into that room because I could really hurt myself trying.
I swore a dozen times today I am marrying a metrosexual, someone who cleans UP after themselves...what a dream...
So, instead of having this woman read the meter, I had to ask her to come back tomorrow because there was so much CRAP in front of the METER down in the bottom driveway. It was embarrassing to have to tell this woman that my father had made such a mess that she couldn't even read a few numbers off of the gas meter.
Then when my mother arrived home, my sisters and I spent hours outside cleaning up and burn barreling ALL of the CRAP in front of the meter so that she could get through to see the thing tomorrow when she comes BACK.
This is not just a small pile of trash that can be cleaned up in a couple of hours (and we only conquered a small part of the mess.) Oh, no. This is boards, of every shape, size, and type. This is display racks for heaven knows what. This is empty boxes. This is socks, and a coat, two pieces of carpet sample, a rat's nest, empty boxes of cans, plastic bags, parts of a swing set, discs for my computer (i would love to know how he got THOSE), metal something else's...
My summer is set. I will spend all of my time trying to keep up with the messes he's making inside the house and out.
We have more to do tomorrow, but a good portion of the FIVE FOOT HEAP of cardboard boxes he had lying in front of the basement door have been burned down to ash. And of course I smell like a campfire thanks to all of it.
So I have to go take a shower, because tomorrow I have lots more cleaning up to do because of my father. Again. He's a wonderful dad sometimes, but I wish he was less of a packrat/trash guru/hoarder/just plain messy human being.
Ta,
Bec
7.6.09
Survived!
I survived the party. Hardly anyone spoke to me the entire time, meanwhile I finished Richard II (you know it's bad when you get through almost three acts at a party.) I gotta go dress for church and stop obsessing about Jeff Donovan's abs...I became a puddle on the floor...
MRI tomorrow! Joyousness of joy.
Ta,
Bec
MRI tomorrow! Joyousness of joy.
Ta,
Bec
4.6.09
Dreading the Family Party
I wish I could deal with family relations by A)running away B) stuffing my fingers in my ears and humming loudly C)getting some serious firepower and taking out my problems.
But I can't run because I have no money, I can't ignore them because they're all whining too loud to ignore, and the last one is terribly illegal in most civilized regions of this planet.
SO, I have to complain about it to someone, and unfortunately my blog readers are the targets. Sorry, all three of you.
I have a party to go to this weekend. Thrillsville. Grandma has been playing the anemia and chocolate allergy card for a couple of weeks now-I can't WAIT to hear what symptoms she's come up with this time.
Speaking of chocolate, my sister made truffles yesterday and they're sitting on the counter across from me. I'm SUCH a sucker. Excuse me.
Back now. I wouldn't last long under torture with a plate of chocolate truffles in front of my nose.
Anyway, back to what I was saying-this party this weekend is going to be a nightmare, so I'm taking lots of stuff to keep myself distracted so I don't suffer.
Mom's peeling potatoes for some reason, so I should go help.
Ta,
Bec
But I can't run because I have no money, I can't ignore them because they're all whining too loud to ignore, and the last one is terribly illegal in most civilized regions of this planet.
SO, I have to complain about it to someone, and unfortunately my blog readers are the targets. Sorry, all three of you.
I have a party to go to this weekend. Thrillsville. Grandma has been playing the anemia and chocolate allergy card for a couple of weeks now-I can't WAIT to hear what symptoms she's come up with this time.
Speaking of chocolate, my sister made truffles yesterday and they're sitting on the counter across from me. I'm SUCH a sucker. Excuse me.
Back now. I wouldn't last long under torture with a plate of chocolate truffles in front of my nose.
Anyway, back to what I was saying-this party this weekend is going to be a nightmare, so I'm taking lots of stuff to keep myself distracted so I don't suffer.
Mom's peeling potatoes for some reason, so I should go help.
Ta,
Bec
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