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Kids these Days . . .
Posted 15 years agoI was thinking about all the things I did or loved as a kid that you just don't see these days. People these days are both spoiled and deprived.
Here's why I feel that way:
1) Cell Phones.
Seriously. The other day I saw a kid who was no more than eight with a CELL PHONE. Not just a cell, a smart-phone. When I was eight, every kid had fifty cents in their pocket that was reserved for one thing and one thing only: pay phones. If you needed to call mom and dad, you used your friend's house phone or you schlepped to a pay phone. You put in one quarter and called mom or dad. The second quarter was in case you needed to call again. Now, there are second graders with Blogging via Mobile accounts. Geez.
2) Shrinky Dinks
A holdover from mom and dad. You draw on this plastic, throw it in the oven, and it shrank. It looked just like it had when you put it in, but it was tiny! Great for key chains and necklaces. Now I can't find the silly things in any store. Haven't checked the internet yet.
3) Like, Forever
Is it just me, or has the definition of "like, forever" shortened? I remember thinking a YEAR was "like, forever" . I've heard people my age say the same thing about 30 seconds. As in "It took my phone like, 30 seconds to load a web page. It took like, forever." Eventually, we'll have bosses complaining because a worker is thirty seconds late and we'll have workers complaining they had to work two hours. Two hours. That's like, forever.
4) Satirical Cartoons
Nostalgia kicking into high gear here. How long has it been since I saw a cartoon that made fun of things adults do without using the word "stupid' or "sucks"? The cartoons that I loved as a kid were one that got my parents laughing too. Actually, to tell the truth, my parents usually discovered a series before I did. Animaniacs, Road Rovers, Samurai Jack . .. all the series I love were discovered by an adult in my house and I was dragged kicking and screaming to "watch this, this is great". Nowadays, the last thing I saw that was animated made me want to gouge my eyes out with a Twizzler. I'm not saying that there's nothing of value out there, but it's become a rarer and rarer thing, or so it seems.
5) G-Rated Movies
I haven't seen a family film that was rated "G" in quite a while. PG, common as my bloodlines. Is it just that G-rated films are "baby" or "goody-two-shoes" ? Or is it that the humor of our society as a whole has become led by double entendre and toilet jokes? Or I'm out of that loop and don't travel in those circles. I remember when my family went to go see "Space Jam" in theaters, there was a girl in line next to us that was arguing with her mother. "I'm eight years old," she argued "I'm old enough to see a PG film!". I recall looking to my mom and saying something along the lines of "Mom, are you okay with me watching this movie?"
"Of course, hon. You're mature enough to know that the way people act in movies isn't real." We then discussed the difference between "mature" , "grown-up", and "Adult".
A friend of mine went to go see Nightmare Reloaded (read more money needed) and was appalled to see a five-year-old in the audience. When he commented on it, I asked him how old he'd been when he'd seen the original Nightmare. Not that I objected to his objection, but I was simply curious how old he'd been when he began delighting in mindless slaughter and transparent plots. While I don't support allowing children to watch "slasher" films at early ages, I won't tell others how to raise their children or spend their money. Still, I worry that the "General Audience" film category is disappearing.
6) "Found" Toys
When I was a kid, the quickest way to become the object of envy and wrath was to have your parents buy a new fridge. That meant that you, you lucky fink, were then the proud and envied owner of a cardboard box roughly twice your height. A cardboard box that could be a spaceship or a bus or anything. A cardboard box that could be CRAWLED into! Boxes in general were great, but you had the refrigerator box and suddenly, you made everyone jealous. Six by three by three feet of marvelous corrugated paradise was yours to share or to draw on.
Another competition when I was a child was the "coolest seashell" contest. One kid had a whole oyster, another a Welch with no chips, still another had a horsehoe crab carapace with the "stinger" still attached. I remember the winner of our little circle had a conch shell from the islands that was whole and beautiful with none of its outer patina flaked off. Its inside was a gorgeous pink the color of my cheeks when I blushed. At least, that's what the owner of said shell told me. His father could make the conch blow, which was a source of endless amusement to our group.
Rocks were another marvelous toy. This one was your best skipper, this one was quartz from Hawaii, that one you found when you fell and scraped your knee. This one is just shiny and cool-looking.
I'm not saying that there still isn't a fascination with things you pick up and admire, but I've actually heard people say that their children aren't going to play with boxes because "it's dirty" or "only poor people play with things other than toys" . It's frustrating when, in an economy such as we are in, people can't be THANKFUL that their children aren't providing their own amusement. Most children I overhear anymore want a PSP or an X-Box. Me? I want a fridge box.
7) Political Correctness
Let me start out by saying that I have no kick with politeness, tolerance, or acceptance. When I was growing up, being PC was a fad, or at best a lampooning tool (Ah, Bedtime Stories and Once Upon a More Enlightened Time). Nowadays, if one is politically incorrect, one finds oneself quickly ostracized- oh, excuse me- part of an alternative existence group.
Meatloaf said it best. "I know that I will never be politically correct, and I don't give a damn about my lack of etiquette." Do me a huge favor. Around me, have an opinion and state it plainly. Believe what you believe, and don't compromise it for the sake of social lubrication. If you feel it suits you best to be politically correct, fine. Don't expect it from me. I admit, I may acknowledge others' religious observations a bit more vociferously than some of my more conservative brethren may like but I don't believe that neutralizing everything I say makes it less offensive. If anything, it rather denotes a lack of commitment. On the other hand, what would the bell curve be without these people? As I said, do your own thing. Be prepared for others to do theirs.
8) Time with Family
How many times have I heard lately "Oh, we spend time together. We watch a movie as a family." Sitting, not talking to each other for two hours is not family bonding time. It's an excuse for such. Now, there are those who sit and discuss the movie, or who devote a whole evening to being together as a family, but for the most part, I get funny looks when I say "Oh, I spent about three hours talking with my dad." The question that usually follows is "What was he mad about?" This is a foreign concept to me. During the two years my mom was in England, the only time the TV set was on was when we were watching a movie. otherwise, we amused ourselves by playing Mille Bornes or talking about life, the universe, and Chinese history. Or whatever else came to mind. I absolutely love talking to people with no TV or music in the room. No video games. Just one-on-one "bonding" . Communication. Cooking together, as a family. A little prohibitive in a small kitchen, but we manage.
In college, I used to spend about an hour talking to my mom in the morning. Mornings were mom's and evenings were dad's. I can't even think how to describe the security this familiarity gives a person. The idea that ANYTHING can be brought to these people who raised me is a comfort. How many of my friends have told me "I like your parents. They listen to me." What happened to these people that they don't talk to their children? Some of them don't care. They didn't want kids but had them anyway. Some were preoccupied. Other didn't see their kids as people until it was too late and said children hated them for it. I don't begrudge my parents for caring for others. It's what they are called to do. I love that about them. What concerns me is that people like my mom and dad are "rare" or "blessings" or even "saints". They're not perfect. Far from it. But when someone tells you that your mess of a house is an island of sanity or that your parents are "the most normal couple they know", it makes you wonder what is going on. Makes me wonder if care and nurturing is the exception and abuse and neglect are the new rules. i know plenty of people trying to do right by thier kids. Don't get me wrong. But my parents are just that- my parents. I know their quirks and their annoying habits and they work my nerves occasionally. That they are a better alternative is a red flag to me. But I'm glad they are so wonderful to so many.
I needed to get all this off my chest. Thanks for listening.
Here's why I feel that way:
1) Cell Phones.
Seriously. The other day I saw a kid who was no more than eight with a CELL PHONE. Not just a cell, a smart-phone. When I was eight, every kid had fifty cents in their pocket that was reserved for one thing and one thing only: pay phones. If you needed to call mom and dad, you used your friend's house phone or you schlepped to a pay phone. You put in one quarter and called mom or dad. The second quarter was in case you needed to call again. Now, there are second graders with Blogging via Mobile accounts. Geez.
2) Shrinky Dinks
A holdover from mom and dad. You draw on this plastic, throw it in the oven, and it shrank. It looked just like it had when you put it in, but it was tiny! Great for key chains and necklaces. Now I can't find the silly things in any store. Haven't checked the internet yet.
3) Like, Forever
Is it just me, or has the definition of "like, forever" shortened? I remember thinking a YEAR was "like, forever" . I've heard people my age say the same thing about 30 seconds. As in "It took my phone like, 30 seconds to load a web page. It took like, forever." Eventually, we'll have bosses complaining because a worker is thirty seconds late and we'll have workers complaining they had to work two hours. Two hours. That's like, forever.
4) Satirical Cartoons
Nostalgia kicking into high gear here. How long has it been since I saw a cartoon that made fun of things adults do without using the word "stupid' or "sucks"? The cartoons that I loved as a kid were one that got my parents laughing too. Actually, to tell the truth, my parents usually discovered a series before I did. Animaniacs, Road Rovers, Samurai Jack . .. all the series I love were discovered by an adult in my house and I was dragged kicking and screaming to "watch this, this is great". Nowadays, the last thing I saw that was animated made me want to gouge my eyes out with a Twizzler. I'm not saying that there's nothing of value out there, but it's become a rarer and rarer thing, or so it seems.
5) G-Rated Movies
I haven't seen a family film that was rated "G" in quite a while. PG, common as my bloodlines. Is it just that G-rated films are "baby" or "goody-two-shoes" ? Or is it that the humor of our society as a whole has become led by double entendre and toilet jokes? Or I'm out of that loop and don't travel in those circles. I remember when my family went to go see "Space Jam" in theaters, there was a girl in line next to us that was arguing with her mother. "I'm eight years old," she argued "I'm old enough to see a PG film!". I recall looking to my mom and saying something along the lines of "Mom, are you okay with me watching this movie?"
"Of course, hon. You're mature enough to know that the way people act in movies isn't real." We then discussed the difference between "mature" , "grown-up", and "Adult".
A friend of mine went to go see Nightmare Reloaded (read more money needed) and was appalled to see a five-year-old in the audience. When he commented on it, I asked him how old he'd been when he'd seen the original Nightmare. Not that I objected to his objection, but I was simply curious how old he'd been when he began delighting in mindless slaughter and transparent plots. While I don't support allowing children to watch "slasher" films at early ages, I won't tell others how to raise their children or spend their money. Still, I worry that the "General Audience" film category is disappearing.
6) "Found" Toys
When I was a kid, the quickest way to become the object of envy and wrath was to have your parents buy a new fridge. That meant that you, you lucky fink, were then the proud and envied owner of a cardboard box roughly twice your height. A cardboard box that could be a spaceship or a bus or anything. A cardboard box that could be CRAWLED into! Boxes in general were great, but you had the refrigerator box and suddenly, you made everyone jealous. Six by three by three feet of marvelous corrugated paradise was yours to share or to draw on.
Another competition when I was a child was the "coolest seashell" contest. One kid had a whole oyster, another a Welch with no chips, still another had a horsehoe crab carapace with the "stinger" still attached. I remember the winner of our little circle had a conch shell from the islands that was whole and beautiful with none of its outer patina flaked off. Its inside was a gorgeous pink the color of my cheeks when I blushed. At least, that's what the owner of said shell told me. His father could make the conch blow, which was a source of endless amusement to our group.
Rocks were another marvelous toy. This one was your best skipper, this one was quartz from Hawaii, that one you found when you fell and scraped your knee. This one is just shiny and cool-looking.
I'm not saying that there still isn't a fascination with things you pick up and admire, but I've actually heard people say that their children aren't going to play with boxes because "it's dirty" or "only poor people play with things other than toys" . It's frustrating when, in an economy such as we are in, people can't be THANKFUL that their children aren't providing their own amusement. Most children I overhear anymore want a PSP or an X-Box. Me? I want a fridge box.
7) Political Correctness
Let me start out by saying that I have no kick with politeness, tolerance, or acceptance. When I was growing up, being PC was a fad, or at best a lampooning tool (Ah, Bedtime Stories and Once Upon a More Enlightened Time). Nowadays, if one is politically incorrect, one finds oneself quickly ostracized- oh, excuse me- part of an alternative existence group.
Meatloaf said it best. "I know that I will never be politically correct, and I don't give a damn about my lack of etiquette." Do me a huge favor. Around me, have an opinion and state it plainly. Believe what you believe, and don't compromise it for the sake of social lubrication. If you feel it suits you best to be politically correct, fine. Don't expect it from me. I admit, I may acknowledge others' religious observations a bit more vociferously than some of my more conservative brethren may like but I don't believe that neutralizing everything I say makes it less offensive. If anything, it rather denotes a lack of commitment. On the other hand, what would the bell curve be without these people? As I said, do your own thing. Be prepared for others to do theirs.
8) Time with Family
How many times have I heard lately "Oh, we spend time together. We watch a movie as a family." Sitting, not talking to each other for two hours is not family bonding time. It's an excuse for such. Now, there are those who sit and discuss the movie, or who devote a whole evening to being together as a family, but for the most part, I get funny looks when I say "Oh, I spent about three hours talking with my dad." The question that usually follows is "What was he mad about?" This is a foreign concept to me. During the two years my mom was in England, the only time the TV set was on was when we were watching a movie. otherwise, we amused ourselves by playing Mille Bornes or talking about life, the universe, and Chinese history. Or whatever else came to mind. I absolutely love talking to people with no TV or music in the room. No video games. Just one-on-one "bonding" . Communication. Cooking together, as a family. A little prohibitive in a small kitchen, but we manage.
In college, I used to spend about an hour talking to my mom in the morning. Mornings were mom's and evenings were dad's. I can't even think how to describe the security this familiarity gives a person. The idea that ANYTHING can be brought to these people who raised me is a comfort. How many of my friends have told me "I like your parents. They listen to me." What happened to these people that they don't talk to their children? Some of them don't care. They didn't want kids but had them anyway. Some were preoccupied. Other didn't see their kids as people until it was too late and said children hated them for it. I don't begrudge my parents for caring for others. It's what they are called to do. I love that about them. What concerns me is that people like my mom and dad are "rare" or "blessings" or even "saints". They're not perfect. Far from it. But when someone tells you that your mess of a house is an island of sanity or that your parents are "the most normal couple they know", it makes you wonder what is going on. Makes me wonder if care and nurturing is the exception and abuse and neglect are the new rules. i know plenty of people trying to do right by thier kids. Don't get me wrong. But my parents are just that- my parents. I know their quirks and their annoying habits and they work my nerves occasionally. That they are a better alternative is a red flag to me. But I'm glad they are so wonderful to so many.
I needed to get all this off my chest. Thanks for listening.
What I did INSTEAD of MFF . . . and Thanksgiving
Posted 15 years ago(This is a shameless lampoon of those MFF memes)
Where did I stay:
Home. Those same four walls as always.
When are you getting there:
I moved in October of 2007.
How long am I staying:
Talk to Sjach or the French Culinary Institute about that. It feels like indefinitely some days.
Who I was with:
The Ninja-Gryphon, The Pygmy Squatch, the Wharf Drat, The Saber-Dragon, Lin-Rei, and the New Guy.
Gender: Female, with a ex-drag queen personality.
How old am I: 24. WAAAAAH!!
How tall am I: 5'10"
What suits do I have:
My swimsuit and my team suit from high school swim team.
Can you touch me:
I Don't Know. Can You?
Can you talk to me:
Suuuure.
Pics?:
F'you insist.
Am I nice:
I CAN be.
Can I stalk you:
Won't be hard.
Can you buy me lots of drinks:
I don't usually drink, but suuuure.
Can you hug or snuggle me:
Suuuure.
Do I like parties:
Haven't been to many. Couldn't tell ya.
What should you not do around me:
Don't be inconsiderate. Or Arrogant.
If you see me, how should you get my attention:
Come around to my front and wave. Or yell my name. Jumping on my back is a BAAAAD idea.
As for actual turkey day, as I said on Pepper's comment : I was cooking all day on thanksgiving, only to have the drama come when the ninja gryphon told me (as dindin was being served) that she had wanted to help. Well, thanks for making ME feel the asshole. We got that talked out.
My past two weeks have sucked, but I'm not bummed out by it. Peace beyond all understanding.
November 22- My mom's 53rd. My dad got laid off.
November 23- I find out my best friend is working Thanksgiving, her birthday and Christmas.
November 27- I find out that I'm a phone call away from a court date. (I made the call today. Still sorting that out.)
November 28- My dad's 53rd. My mom's car got repossessed without her knowledge or consent.
December 2nd- Lin's 25th. Tried to make it nice, but she had a shit night at work.
December 3rd- Got a further letter about that court thing. Apparently, they want you to call the minute you get the letter. Letter was dated the day after I received the previous one. I finally said "screw my minute situation" and called. They picked right up. YAY!!
So, the days have sucked, but I've had a bastion or two of sanity. Number one is Lin. Number Two is Baz. Three:
Fall.
Out.
Three.
THANK GOD for Radroaches and dumbass Raiders.
Where did I stay:
Home. Those same four walls as always.
When are you getting there:
I moved in October of 2007.
How long am I staying:
Talk to Sjach or the French Culinary Institute about that. It feels like indefinitely some days.
Who I was with:
The Ninja-Gryphon, The Pygmy Squatch, the Wharf Drat, The Saber-Dragon, Lin-Rei, and the New Guy.
Gender: Female, with a ex-drag queen personality.
How old am I: 24. WAAAAAH!!
How tall am I: 5'10"
What suits do I have:
My swimsuit and my team suit from high school swim team.
Can you touch me:
I Don't Know. Can You?
Can you talk to me:
Suuuure.
Pics?:
F'you insist.
Am I nice:
I CAN be.
Can I stalk you:
Won't be hard.
Can you buy me lots of drinks:
I don't usually drink, but suuuure.
Can you hug or snuggle me:
Suuuure.
Do I like parties:
Haven't been to many. Couldn't tell ya.
What should you not do around me:
Don't be inconsiderate. Or Arrogant.
If you see me, how should you get my attention:
Come around to my front and wave. Or yell my name. Jumping on my back is a BAAAAD idea.
As for actual turkey day, as I said on Pepper's comment : I was cooking all day on thanksgiving, only to have the drama come when the ninja gryphon told me (as dindin was being served) that she had wanted to help. Well, thanks for making ME feel the asshole. We got that talked out.
My past two weeks have sucked, but I'm not bummed out by it. Peace beyond all understanding.
November 22- My mom's 53rd. My dad got laid off.
November 23- I find out my best friend is working Thanksgiving, her birthday and Christmas.
November 27- I find out that I'm a phone call away from a court date. (I made the call today. Still sorting that out.)
November 28- My dad's 53rd. My mom's car got repossessed without her knowledge or consent.
December 2nd- Lin's 25th. Tried to make it nice, but she had a shit night at work.
December 3rd- Got a further letter about that court thing. Apparently, they want you to call the minute you get the letter. Letter was dated the day after I received the previous one. I finally said "screw my minute situation" and called. They picked right up. YAY!!
So, the days have sucked, but I've had a bastion or two of sanity. Number one is Lin. Number Two is Baz. Three:
Fall.
Out.
Three.
THANK GOD for Radroaches and dumbass Raiders.
L is for the way you look at me . . . (GUSHY!!)
Posted 15 years agoIt occurred to me this morning as I was reading an article on healthy marriage in Catholic relationships (yay for Columbia magazine and nothing else to do with twenty minutes), it hit me that so much of what I have to say and vent is negative. So here is something positive.
(Be warned, this may start sounding like an after-school special.)
I love my boyfriend. I do. I am head-over-heels “butt-crazy” in love with Sjach. I think he gets tired of hearing me say it occasionally. Who knows? But, for the first part of this little note, he’s going to be my gush subject.
I love the way he sings to me when he leaves a voice message, even if the words or tune are wrong.
I love the way he goes for days without communicating, and then says something that makes me forget he’s a thousand miles away and makes me feel as though he were whispering it in my ear.
I love the way he has never, EVER second-guessed our relationship or the way it’s going to turn out.
I love the way he holds me when I cry, even when it’s over the phone.
I love how he understands my moods and gives me the room I need to vent my anger.
I love how he doesn’t want to be snuggly or close except around people we trust. Even if sometimes, I can’t wait to get my arms around him.
I love how he’ll start singing, just to make me blush and smile.
I love his flamboyance, especially when we’re singing along to the “radio” or just joking around.
I love the word “fagalicious”, especially when he says it in his “lispy lilt” of a voice.
I love the way he intentionally mispronounces the word “uvula”.
I love how, no matter how grave the situation, he can look it in the eyes and smirk at it, establishing dominance with absolute cockiness.
I love how he’s never cocky around people he cares about.
I love that he still hugs his mother and speaks with respect to his father.
I love how head-over-heels he is about his nephews. And his “neice”.
But most importantly, I love how he has made a difference in my life.
I love my parents, and their relationship has given me a model on which to base my (EVENTUAL!) marriage. While I believe other arrangements can work for certain cases, I also believe that I needed a mother and father, who stuck together no matter what.
I love how they never hid anything from me. When times were tough, I knew it. When we were going to be living well, I got spoiled.
I love how their faith was always at the forefront of everything. Even when saying grace at McDonald’s embarrassed me.
I love how everything that had life was sacred to them. “All of it belongs to God, and we are stewards of it.”
I love that they stayed together, through things that would break other unions. Financial nonsense, arguments that lasted months, physical separation on both ends- all of this they weathered, and more can be withstood. I know this in my heart of hearts.
I love how, no matter what they were going through, they would drop everything if I was hurt or upset by it.
I love that they still kiss, hug, hold hands and do things together.
I love that they trust me to vent to me, even when I want to pull my teeth out to avoid hearing certain things AGAIN.
I love that they are in my life, and that they do what they can to help and nurture others.
I love my friends. Even the ones I don’t talk to very often. I am grateful for their presence in my life, and marvel at their various gifts.
I love how most of them haven’t heard from me in ten years and yet are still interested in what I do.
I love how certain friends love me, even in my physical absence, and call me more often than I call them. I admit it, I suffer from a shortage of minutes on my phone. >.< And phone anxiety.
I love how not a SINGLE ONE of my friends fits a “norm” and their little quirks are so much fun! Whoo!
I love my extended family. I love them so much I don’t often visit, because I’m annoying and VERY MUCH my father’s and mother’s daughter.
I love how everyone in my extended family has each found a way to be himself or herself. To the nth degree. We are a flamboyant and boisterous set.
I love how everyone in my extended family is attractive- Or so a lot of my friends tell me. Yay?? I don’t notice this stuff. They’re family. I see nerf gun attacks and “Pretty, Pretty Princess” sessions when I look at them.
So, there is my little love-fest. Hope you enjoyed hearing something positive for once!
(Be warned, this may start sounding like an after-school special.)
I love my boyfriend. I do. I am head-over-heels “butt-crazy” in love with Sjach. I think he gets tired of hearing me say it occasionally. Who knows? But, for the first part of this little note, he’s going to be my gush subject.
I love the way he sings to me when he leaves a voice message, even if the words or tune are wrong.
I love the way he goes for days without communicating, and then says something that makes me forget he’s a thousand miles away and makes me feel as though he were whispering it in my ear.
I love the way he has never, EVER second-guessed our relationship or the way it’s going to turn out.
I love the way he holds me when I cry, even when it’s over the phone.
I love how he understands my moods and gives me the room I need to vent my anger.
I love how he doesn’t want to be snuggly or close except around people we trust. Even if sometimes, I can’t wait to get my arms around him.
I love how he’ll start singing, just to make me blush and smile.
I love his flamboyance, especially when we’re singing along to the “radio” or just joking around.
I love the word “fagalicious”, especially when he says it in his “lispy lilt” of a voice.
I love the way he intentionally mispronounces the word “uvula”.
I love how, no matter how grave the situation, he can look it in the eyes and smirk at it, establishing dominance with absolute cockiness.
I love how he’s never cocky around people he cares about.
I love that he still hugs his mother and speaks with respect to his father.
I love how head-over-heels he is about his nephews. And his “neice”.
But most importantly, I love how he has made a difference in my life.
I love my parents, and their relationship has given me a model on which to base my (EVENTUAL!) marriage. While I believe other arrangements can work for certain cases, I also believe that I needed a mother and father, who stuck together no matter what.
I love how they never hid anything from me. When times were tough, I knew it. When we were going to be living well, I got spoiled.
I love how their faith was always at the forefront of everything. Even when saying grace at McDonald’s embarrassed me.
I love how everything that had life was sacred to them. “All of it belongs to God, and we are stewards of it.”
I love that they stayed together, through things that would break other unions. Financial nonsense, arguments that lasted months, physical separation on both ends- all of this they weathered, and more can be withstood. I know this in my heart of hearts.
I love how, no matter what they were going through, they would drop everything if I was hurt or upset by it.
I love that they still kiss, hug, hold hands and do things together.
I love that they trust me to vent to me, even when I want to pull my teeth out to avoid hearing certain things AGAIN.
I love that they are in my life, and that they do what they can to help and nurture others.
I love my friends. Even the ones I don’t talk to very often. I am grateful for their presence in my life, and marvel at their various gifts.
I love how most of them haven’t heard from me in ten years and yet are still interested in what I do.
I love how certain friends love me, even in my physical absence, and call me more often than I call them. I admit it, I suffer from a shortage of minutes on my phone. >.< And phone anxiety.
I love how not a SINGLE ONE of my friends fits a “norm” and their little quirks are so much fun! Whoo!
I love my extended family. I love them so much I don’t often visit, because I’m annoying and VERY MUCH my father’s and mother’s daughter.
I love how everyone in my extended family has each found a way to be himself or herself. To the nth degree. We are a flamboyant and boisterous set.
I love how everyone in my extended family is attractive- Or so a lot of my friends tell me. Yay?? I don’t notice this stuff. They’re family. I see nerf gun attacks and “Pretty, Pretty Princess” sessions when I look at them.
So, there is my little love-fest. Hope you enjoyed hearing something positive for once!
Defending Sjach
Posted 15 years agoOkay, for once in my furry little life, I have something that pisses me off enough to bitch to the internet about.
Here goes.
My whole life, I've been known to give pretty sound advice. This is because I spend most of my time thinking and analyzing what's going on around me. But the advice that's really cheezing me is the advice of others.
Concerning my boyfriend.
Okay, I don't tell others how to get off, run their relationships or who they should ditch and why. Hell, I'm a packrat emotionally, I hold on to people that are not necessarily good for me to hold onto. But once a relationship turns toxic, I don't bother with those people anymore. They cease to be a priority in my life and I cease staying up nights worrying about them.
I feel I must note that cutting off communication is not the same thing. I honestly forget to call or message some of the most important people in my life. So, the only real indicator there is my willingness to talk or visit, I guess. I don't know. It's off the bloody subject anyways.
Being in a long-distance relationship is quite possibly the most ridiculed thing I've EVER done. This includes becoming a furry and outing myself as such. I got less flak for liking this site and for going to cons than for having a significant other a thousand miles away. Mother of cheese on toast.
Ever since the two-year mark hit, certain people around me are starting to sound like those girls I avoided in high school:
"So what's the story, huh? You getting married? He's not here? Why isn't he here? Why aren't you with him? Why don't you have a ring? Such-and-so has a ring and a KID, and she's a puta." (Props to Gabriel Iglesias for nailing this attitude, by the way.)
MY LIFE! Get the hell out of it before I send you petty, cheap, childbirth-and-marriage centered pendejas out of yours! Punch to the uvula, bitches, and I'm turning sideways so it's a kill shot!
I know that these people are concerned about me, but JESUS CHRIST, you come to ME for advice and you don't think I have the better judgment to tell when I'm being played!!!?
"He might be telling you he loves you and have another bitch next to him."
Yeah, and as far as he's concerned, I might be fucking guys without condoms and getting abortions every three weeks. Doesn't mean I am or he is, does it.
My father asked a charged question the other day:
"Is it that he's unable or unwilling to do this?"
My answer:
"He's both. Unable to support me the way his dad supports his mother, so he's unwilling to move me down there."
Dad:
"Good answer."
Me:
"Yeah, I've gotten good at that around you and mom."
Even this irked me. But ya don't mention certain shit on the internet.
So, sum toto of this is, I'm getting pure, unadulterated SICK of people telling me a man I trust is unworthy of said trust.
If I get hurt, my bad.
But until I get hurt, can those involved back the hell off and give a little trust to this guy?
Here goes.
My whole life, I've been known to give pretty sound advice. This is because I spend most of my time thinking and analyzing what's going on around me. But the advice that's really cheezing me is the advice of others.
Concerning my boyfriend.
Okay, I don't tell others how to get off, run their relationships or who they should ditch and why. Hell, I'm a packrat emotionally, I hold on to people that are not necessarily good for me to hold onto. But once a relationship turns toxic, I don't bother with those people anymore. They cease to be a priority in my life and I cease staying up nights worrying about them.
I feel I must note that cutting off communication is not the same thing. I honestly forget to call or message some of the most important people in my life. So, the only real indicator there is my willingness to talk or visit, I guess. I don't know. It's off the bloody subject anyways.
Being in a long-distance relationship is quite possibly the most ridiculed thing I've EVER done. This includes becoming a furry and outing myself as such. I got less flak for liking this site and for going to cons than for having a significant other a thousand miles away. Mother of cheese on toast.
Ever since the two-year mark hit, certain people around me are starting to sound like those girls I avoided in high school:
"So what's the story, huh? You getting married? He's not here? Why isn't he here? Why aren't you with him? Why don't you have a ring? Such-and-so has a ring and a KID, and she's a puta." (Props to Gabriel Iglesias for nailing this attitude, by the way.)
MY LIFE! Get the hell out of it before I send you petty, cheap, childbirth-and-marriage centered pendejas out of yours! Punch to the uvula, bitches, and I'm turning sideways so it's a kill shot!
I know that these people are concerned about me, but JESUS CHRIST, you come to ME for advice and you don't think I have the better judgment to tell when I'm being played!!!?
"He might be telling you he loves you and have another bitch next to him."
Yeah, and as far as he's concerned, I might be fucking guys without condoms and getting abortions every three weeks. Doesn't mean I am or he is, does it.
My father asked a charged question the other day:
"Is it that he's unable or unwilling to do this?"
My answer:
"He's both. Unable to support me the way his dad supports his mother, so he's unwilling to move me down there."
Dad:
"Good answer."
Me:
"Yeah, I've gotten good at that around you and mom."
Even this irked me. But ya don't mention certain shit on the internet.
So, sum toto of this is, I'm getting pure, unadulterated SICK of people telling me a man I trust is unworthy of said trust.
If I get hurt, my bad.
But until I get hurt, can those involved back the hell off and give a little trust to this guy?
"My heart has joined The Thousand. . ."
Posted 15 years agoThe past two weeks have been ones of joy followed by sorrow.
September 18th, we were all in full swing preparing for an impending wedding, when Bazil's rat Agora finally passed on. He was at the bachelor party when we phoned to inform him. Her funeral was held after said wedding. I read the 23rd Psalm, New Jerusalem translation.
About a week later, my mother got an externship at one of her top pick places.This place has a reputation for hiring externs, so YAY!!!
Yesterday, October 4th, the Feast day of Saint Francis of Assisi (Patron of Animals and the Environment), our family dog Sona passed away.
For all who knew her, she was a sweet animal of delight and unconditional affection. For all who didn't, she was a willing if overly cautious friend-in-the-making.
Starlight Sonata (Her full name) came into this world in an extraordinary way. Her mother was abandoned during an ice storm and was taken in by one of my father's co-workers.
She was born in early October, and we got her in early December. She wouldn't sit still during the car ride home, so my dad sang to her. It calmed her immediately, and when he got home, he suggested the name Sonata. I saw the star on her chest and immediately changed the name to Starlight Sonata, a nod to Beethoven.
Ironically, Moonlight Sonata was one of her favorite pieces of music.
My mother, father and I gathered at Havens Park here in Kansas for a small memorial service and a much-needed good cry. This was one of her favorite places to run. She will be sorely missed.
In a few days, she would have been four years old. She was diagnosed last Thursday with a Whipworm infection, but that wasn't what killed her. We still have no conclusion to that end. All we know is she was going through the de-worming and her kidneys failed. She was put to sleep yesterday morning, at about eight-thirty.
To all the members of our pack, both here and abroad, one more has been called Home.
"My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today." -Richard Adams, "Watership Down"
September 18th, we were all in full swing preparing for an impending wedding, when Bazil's rat Agora finally passed on. He was at the bachelor party when we phoned to inform him. Her funeral was held after said wedding. I read the 23rd Psalm, New Jerusalem translation.
About a week later, my mother got an externship at one of her top pick places.This place has a reputation for hiring externs, so YAY!!!
Yesterday, October 4th, the Feast day of Saint Francis of Assisi (Patron of Animals and the Environment), our family dog Sona passed away.
For all who knew her, she was a sweet animal of delight and unconditional affection. For all who didn't, she was a willing if overly cautious friend-in-the-making.
Starlight Sonata (Her full name) came into this world in an extraordinary way. Her mother was abandoned during an ice storm and was taken in by one of my father's co-workers.
She was born in early October, and we got her in early December. She wouldn't sit still during the car ride home, so my dad sang to her. It calmed her immediately, and when he got home, he suggested the name Sonata. I saw the star on her chest and immediately changed the name to Starlight Sonata, a nod to Beethoven.
Ironically, Moonlight Sonata was one of her favorite pieces of music.
My mother, father and I gathered at Havens Park here in Kansas for a small memorial service and a much-needed good cry. This was one of her favorite places to run. She will be sorely missed.
In a few days, she would have been four years old. She was diagnosed last Thursday with a Whipworm infection, but that wasn't what killed her. We still have no conclusion to that end. All we know is she was going through the de-worming and her kidneys failed. She was put to sleep yesterday morning, at about eight-thirty.
To all the members of our pack, both here and abroad, one more has been called Home.
"My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today." -Richard Adams, "Watership Down"
An interesting convo
Posted 15 years agoSo my friend and I are sitting at their house talking and I talk about how much I miss Sjach.
Friend: Well, it's only natural for you to crash like this after he leaves.
Me: Yeah, but I'm not my normal amount of depressed. It's better now that I got that talk over with and I know WHEN I'll see him again.
Friend: Mmm-hmm. But you're still depressed?
Me: Yeah, but it's not a heavy depression. Mmmm, to use a writing analogy, it's not a "Poe" depressed. It's an John Wilde- Yeah, freaking right, John Wilde- "Oscar Wilde" depressed.
Friend: So, instead of bad poetry, you're writing dark plays.
Me Yeah. Yeah, that's it, we'll go with that.
Friend: Well, it's only natural for you to crash like this after he leaves.
Me: Yeah, but I'm not my normal amount of depressed. It's better now that I got that talk over with and I know WHEN I'll see him again.
Friend: Mmm-hmm. But you're still depressed?
Me: Yeah, but it's not a heavy depression. Mmmm, to use a writing analogy, it's not a "Poe" depressed. It's an John Wilde- Yeah, freaking right, John Wilde- "Oscar Wilde" depressed.
Friend: So, instead of bad poetry, you're writing dark plays.
Me Yeah. Yeah, that's it, we'll go with that.
Stolen from Necromantic_Writer, the fursona meme
Posted 15 years ago1. Primate, it'd be....
Pygmy Sasquatch (Minature Australopithicus, if you don't believe in Bigfoot)
2. Feline, it'd be...
Serval
3. Canine, it'd be...
Lupus Lupus, da Wolf.
4. Hoofed animal, it'd be...
Clydesdale
5. Cetacean, it'd be...
Bottle-nosed Dolphin
6. Mustelid, it'd be...
North American River Otter
7. Reptile, it'd be...
Agkistrodon contortrix, otherwise known as a Copperhead.
8. Marsupial, it'd be...
Virginia Opossum
9. Fully aquatic animal, it'd be...
Moon Crab (Are those considered fully aquatic? They DO spend time on land...)
10. Amphibian, it'd be....
Spring Peeper.
11. Avian/bird, it'd be...
European Raven
12. Insect, it'd be...
Red-Spotted Purple Butterfly
>>> Insert: Arachnid, I'd be: Brown Orb Spider
13. Real or unreal hybrid, it'd be...
Wolf/Barn Owl/Raven hybrid. (Wolf the color of a raven with barn owl wings. Now y'all see why I'm a hyooman?)
14. Mythical creature, it'd be...
Raven-based Tengu
15. Pokemon/Digimon, it'd be...
Vulpix
16. Vehicle, it'd be...
1932 Bentley Phantom
Pygmy Sasquatch (Minature Australopithicus, if you don't believe in Bigfoot)
2. Feline, it'd be...
Serval
3. Canine, it'd be...
Lupus Lupus, da Wolf.
4. Hoofed animal, it'd be...
Clydesdale
5. Cetacean, it'd be...
Bottle-nosed Dolphin
6. Mustelid, it'd be...
North American River Otter
7. Reptile, it'd be...
Agkistrodon contortrix, otherwise known as a Copperhead.
8. Marsupial, it'd be...
Virginia Opossum
9. Fully aquatic animal, it'd be...
Moon Crab (Are those considered fully aquatic? They DO spend time on land...)
10. Amphibian, it'd be....
Spring Peeper.
11. Avian/bird, it'd be...
European Raven
12. Insect, it'd be...
Red-Spotted Purple Butterfly
>>> Insert: Arachnid, I'd be: Brown Orb Spider
13. Real or unreal hybrid, it'd be...
Wolf/Barn Owl/Raven hybrid. (Wolf the color of a raven with barn owl wings. Now y'all see why I'm a hyooman?)
14. Mythical creature, it'd be...
Raven-based Tengu
15. Pokemon/Digimon, it'd be...
Vulpix
16. Vehicle, it'd be...
1932 Bentley Phantom
My computer (mostly)
Posted 15 years agoSo, I need an even dozen journal entries.
Why?
I'll tell you why!
I've not written in three weeks.
So, I shall write about my computer.
My computer is a teeny-weeny lil' Toshiba netbooky-thing. One of those tiny things you can fit in a purse and most people I meet don't want to believe is an actual computer.
There is an upside to this computer: small size, LONG battery life.
The down-side: NO DISC DRIVE.
Now, I love this thing and it does serve a very definite purpose in my life: it saves my ass from writing everything that comes into my head longhand.
Also, I get to communicate with you lovely folks and share my thoughts with the void known as the internet. But the main point here is: I love my computer for what it is, and I accept what it isn't.
It isn't a laptop, it isn't a desktop- it's a netbook and I love it for that. Of course, I have also asked for a typewriter for my birthday or Christmas. That or a DSLR. Or a ticket to Florida. But that, in toto, is my wish list. Everything else in my life can be handled. Now, I wouldn't complain if someone were to erase my debt, but that's my responsibility on my head, and I can be a big wuffwuff and take care of that my damn self.
Why a typewriter when I have a computer?
Quite simple.
I learned to type on a typewriter and they can take a bit more punishment than a computer can. I find myself reeling back when the muse is upon me, because certain people have told me that my typing sounds like a 3,000 roll of Black Cat firecrackers going off. ESPECIALLY so when I am inspired and typing like a maniac. Delightfully old-fashioned in some regard? Yes!
I also make my own clothes (occasionally) and make everything food-wise from scratch when I can. I am learning how to make my own soap and know in theory if not practice how to make my own paper.
My mantra where all this is concerned: Self-sufficient, not self-righteous.
Thanks for listening.
Why?
I'll tell you why!
I've not written in three weeks.
So, I shall write about my computer.
My computer is a teeny-weeny lil' Toshiba netbooky-thing. One of those tiny things you can fit in a purse and most people I meet don't want to believe is an actual computer.
There is an upside to this computer: small size, LONG battery life.
The down-side: NO DISC DRIVE.
Now, I love this thing and it does serve a very definite purpose in my life: it saves my ass from writing everything that comes into my head longhand.
Also, I get to communicate with you lovely folks and share my thoughts with the void known as the internet. But the main point here is: I love my computer for what it is, and I accept what it isn't.
It isn't a laptop, it isn't a desktop- it's a netbook and I love it for that. Of course, I have also asked for a typewriter for my birthday or Christmas. That or a DSLR. Or a ticket to Florida. But that, in toto, is my wish list. Everything else in my life can be handled. Now, I wouldn't complain if someone were to erase my debt, but that's my responsibility on my head, and I can be a big wuffwuff and take care of that my damn self.
Why a typewriter when I have a computer?
Quite simple.
I learned to type on a typewriter and they can take a bit more punishment than a computer can. I find myself reeling back when the muse is upon me, because certain people have told me that my typing sounds like a 3,000 roll of Black Cat firecrackers going off. ESPECIALLY so when I am inspired and typing like a maniac. Delightfully old-fashioned in some regard? Yes!
I also make my own clothes (occasionally) and make everything food-wise from scratch when I can. I am learning how to make my own soap and know in theory if not practice how to make my own paper.
My mantra where all this is concerned: Self-sufficient, not self-righteous.
Thanks for listening.
A Warm Fuzzy with extra Fuzz. . .
Posted 15 years agoSo, just a few days ago, I had to reflect back on the last few years in my life:
May 27, 2008: I was still breathing a sigh of relief after escaping from the aftermath of Lin's sister's wedding unscathed for the most part. I was glad that her sister was happy, and was convinced that marriage was indeed an institution- one that causes those around the couple to need an institution at the end of the reception!
May 27, 2009: I was sitting in a hospital waiting area drinking sucky coffee and eating Twizzlers while watching a mind-numbing monstrosity known as Phinneas and Ferb. Lin's sister was in labor. Finally, 45 minutes after he came into the world, I met Lin's nephew. I was hooked. I admit it. But the first thought out of my mind was: Aww, lookit the lil purple monkey!
May 28, 2010: Lin, Baz and I headed east to visit the lil purple monkey, who had turned one the day before. I gave him a purple monkey plushie that I have since found out he is quite fond of. The thing that made me go "AWWWWW" and squee inwardly was the fact that after waking up from his nap, this monkey was the thing he wanted, and he immediately curled up on it against his grandmother's chest. I was so touched by this that I didn't hear my biological clock slapping me upside the head until a few hours later.
The little things that touch me, the little joys that make me want to cry sweet tears. This was one of them.
I have to say, I never expected to receive such a gift on someone else's birthday, but I felt spoiled.
And I really liked it.
May 27, 2008: I was still breathing a sigh of relief after escaping from the aftermath of Lin's sister's wedding unscathed for the most part. I was glad that her sister was happy, and was convinced that marriage was indeed an institution- one that causes those around the couple to need an institution at the end of the reception!
May 27, 2009: I was sitting in a hospital waiting area drinking sucky coffee and eating Twizzlers while watching a mind-numbing monstrosity known as Phinneas and Ferb. Lin's sister was in labor. Finally, 45 minutes after he came into the world, I met Lin's nephew. I was hooked. I admit it. But the first thought out of my mind was: Aww, lookit the lil purple monkey!
May 28, 2010: Lin, Baz and I headed east to visit the lil purple monkey, who had turned one the day before. I gave him a purple monkey plushie that I have since found out he is quite fond of. The thing that made me go "AWWWWW" and squee inwardly was the fact that after waking up from his nap, this monkey was the thing he wanted, and he immediately curled up on it against his grandmother's chest. I was so touched by this that I didn't hear my biological clock slapping me upside the head until a few hours later.
The little things that touch me, the little joys that make me want to cry sweet tears. This was one of them.
I have to say, I never expected to receive such a gift on someone else's birthday, but I felt spoiled.
And I really liked it.
I'm a SIX! (I chose CY) [Quiz Link stolen from straydog)
Posted 15 years ago{Comments from yours truly in french brackets}
6- The Questioner- aka The "Loyalist" {Viva la sistema!}
I am affectionate and skeptical. {True. . .}
Questioners are responsible {enh}, trustworthy{I AM?}, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes {THEY ARE ALL PERFECT, ALGREN-SAN!}. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.
How to Get Along with Me
• Be direct and clear. {Helps.}
• Listen to me carefully. {WATCH for SNARK}
• Don't judge me for my anxiety. {PLEEEZE!!!}
• Work things through with me. {See above comment}
• Reassure me that everything is OK between us. {Ditto}
• Laugh and make jokes with me. {A priest, a minister, and a rabbi. . .}
• Gently push me toward new experiences. {Just a noodge}
• Try not to overreact to my overreacting. {No comment . . .}
What I Like About Being a SIX
• being committed and faithful to family and friends
• being responsible and hardworking
• being compassionate toward others
• having intellect and wit
• being a nonconformist {Wait, aren't I a loyalist?}
• confronting danger bravely
• being direct and assertive
What's Hard About Being a SIX
• the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind {True.}
• procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself {Also True}
• fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of {PARANOIA!}
• exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
• wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right {If I had a nickel!}
• being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations {YUP.}
SIXes as Children Often
• are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn {ALLA the above}
• are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger {*nodnods*}
• form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent {Once or twice, usually against my poor dad. I regret this now.}
• look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel {I rebelled by NOT rebelling.}
• are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent {Not that I can say . . .}
SIXes as Parents {I will comment more on this once I have cubs. . .}
• are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty {do that anyway}
• are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
• worry more than most that their children will get hurt
• sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries {no problems there, buckaroo.}
Harper: San Francisco, 1994, 161 pages
6- The Questioner- aka The "Loyalist" {Viva la sistema!}
I am affectionate and skeptical. {True. . .}
Questioners are responsible {enh}, trustworthy{I AM?}, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes {THEY ARE ALL PERFECT, ALGREN-SAN!}. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.
How to Get Along with Me
• Be direct and clear. {Helps.}
• Listen to me carefully. {WATCH for SNARK}
• Don't judge me for my anxiety. {PLEEEZE!!!}
• Work things through with me. {See above comment}
• Reassure me that everything is OK between us. {Ditto}
• Laugh and make jokes with me. {A priest, a minister, and a rabbi. . .}
• Gently push me toward new experiences. {Just a noodge}
• Try not to overreact to my overreacting. {No comment . . .}
What I Like About Being a SIX
• being committed and faithful to family and friends
• being responsible and hardworking
• being compassionate toward others
• having intellect and wit
• being a nonconformist {Wait, aren't I a loyalist?}
• confronting danger bravely
• being direct and assertive
What's Hard About Being a SIX
• the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind {True.}
• procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself {Also True}
• fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of {PARANOIA!}
• exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
• wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right {If I had a nickel!}
• being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations {YUP.}
SIXes as Children Often
• are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn {ALLA the above}
• are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger {*nodnods*}
• form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent {Once or twice, usually against my poor dad. I regret this now.}
• look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel {I rebelled by NOT rebelling.}
• are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent {Not that I can say . . .}
SIXes as Parents {I will comment more on this once I have cubs. . .}
• are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty {do that anyway}
• are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
• worry more than most that their children will get hurt
• sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries {no problems there, buckaroo.}
Harper: San Francisco, 1994, 161 pages
My Bar tab is $592.50
Posted 15 years agoThis is real fun to do!
The only catch is that you cant ask the person who posted it anything about it!
Just read the "offense" and if you've done it, you owe that fine.
Keep going until you've read each "offense" and added up your total fine.
Title your response "My Bar Tab is$........"
You don't have to confess your answers, just the amount of your fine.
Smoked pot -- $10
Did acid -- $5
Did some X -- $15
Did cocaine -- $20
Did meth -- $25
Ever had sex at church -- $25
Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you-- $40
Had sex with someone on MySpace -- $25
Had sex for money -- $100
Ever had sex with a Puerto Rican -- $20
Had sex with members of the same family -- $50
Had sex with 2 different people in the same day -- $50
Vandalized something -- $20
Had sex on your parents' bed -- $10
Beat up someone -- $20
Been jumped -- $10
Crossed dressed -- $10
Given money to stripper -- $25
Been in love with a stripper -- $20
Kissed some one who's name you didn't know --$10
Hit on some one of the same sex while at work-- $15
Ever drive drunk -- $20
Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk -- $50
Used toys while having sex -- $30
Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before -- $20 Went skinny dipping -- $5
Had sex in a pool -- $20
Kissed someone of the same sex -- $10
Had sex with someone of the same sex -- $20
Cheated on your significant other -- $10
Masturbated -- $10
Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend --$50
Done oral -- $5
Got oral -- $5
Done / got oral in a car while it was moving-- $25
Stole something -- $10
Had sex with someone in jail -- $100
Spit in someones food --$25
Made a nasty home video -- $15
Had a threesome -- $50
Had sex in the wild -- $20
Been in the same room while someone was having sex -- $25
Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars -- $20
Had sex with someone 10 years older -- $20
Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 -- $25
Been in love with two people or more at the same time -- $50
Said you love someone but didn't mean it -- $25
Went streaking -- $5
Went streaking in broad daylight -- $15
Been arrested -- $5
Spent time in jail -- $15
Played spin the bottle -- $5
Done something you regret -- $20
Had sex with your best friend -- $20
Had sex with someone you work with at work --$25
Had anal sex -- $80
Lied to your mate -- $5
Lied to your mate about the sex being good --$25
Been raped -- $500
Have raped -- $200
Had sex with some one under 16 -- $300
Had sex with a dog -- $25
Had sex with a horse -- $50
Had sex with a cat -- $75 (extra points $50 if you tied it up so you didn't get scratched)
have you ever has sex in a fursuit -- $100
Have you ever had sex wile your partner where a fursuit -- $100
Been spanked by a lover -- $50
Been wiped by a lover -- $ 100
Been fisted -- $150
If you know what "CBT" stands for -- $250
Used whip cream in bed -- $25
Used handcuffs in bed -- $50
Used a whip or pattal in bed -- $75
Ever imagined the person you where having sex with was some one else -- $100
If you have had a butt plug in for more then an hour -- $75
If you ever used any vacuum cleaner attachments -- $100
Had some one come climb in your bedroom window for sex so your parents would not find out -- $100
Used a blow up doll -- $50
Drove away from a car accident you caused -- $500
Cut your self on purpose -- $100
Cut some one else on purpose -- $150
Pissed on some one $10 Add $10 if they drank it
Been pissed on $15 add $20 if you drank it
Shit on some one $20 add $25 if they ate it
Been shit on $25 add $50 if you ate it
If you have ever been shot -- $300
Dyed your hair -- $10
Dyed your pubes -- $20
If you ever ate your own cum (vaginal fluids for females)-- $20
Smoked wile having sex -- $20
Ate a sandwich wile having sex -- $50
Slapped some one across the face wile fucking them-- $100
If ever shoved a candle up some ones ass and lit it-- $200
Fucked some one wile they where crying-- $300
If you have ever fucked a girl on the rag -- $100
If you ate her out after -- $200
If you have sucked you're own cum out of a guys ass -- $200
If you took this test and where completely honest add -- $500
Didn't use a condom -- $50
Got an STD -- $ 25
Have an STD -- $ 100
Planed to kill some one -- $50
Killed somebody -- $1,000
Add $5 for each tattoo and piercing you have
Add $10 for each scar over an inch long that you have
Tally it up and Title it..."My Bar Tab Is $...."
stolen from so many people
The only catch is that you cant ask the person who posted it anything about it!
Just read the "offense" and if you've done it, you owe that fine.
Keep going until you've read each "offense" and added up your total fine.
Title your response "My Bar Tab is$........"
You don't have to confess your answers, just the amount of your fine.
Smoked pot -- $10
Did acid -- $5
Did some X -- $15
Did cocaine -- $20
Did meth -- $25
Ever had sex at church -- $25
Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you-- $40
Had sex with someone on MySpace -- $25
Had sex for money -- $100
Ever had sex with a Puerto Rican -- $20
Had sex with members of the same family -- $50
Had sex with 2 different people in the same day -- $50
Vandalized something -- $20
Had sex on your parents' bed -- $10
Beat up someone -- $20
Been jumped -- $10
Crossed dressed -- $10
Given money to stripper -- $25
Been in love with a stripper -- $20
Kissed some one who's name you didn't know --$10
Hit on some one of the same sex while at work-- $15
Ever drive drunk -- $20
Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk -- $50
Used toys while having sex -- $30
Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before -- $20 Went skinny dipping -- $5
Had sex in a pool -- $20
Kissed someone of the same sex -- $10
Had sex with someone of the same sex -- $20
Cheated on your significant other -- $10
Masturbated -- $10
Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend --$50
Done oral -- $5
Got oral -- $5
Done / got oral in a car while it was moving-- $25
Stole something -- $10
Had sex with someone in jail -- $100
Spit in someones food --$25
Made a nasty home video -- $15
Had a threesome -- $50
Had sex in the wild -- $20
Been in the same room while someone was having sex -- $25
Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars -- $20
Had sex with someone 10 years older -- $20
Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 -- $25
Been in love with two people or more at the same time -- $50
Said you love someone but didn't mean it -- $25
Went streaking -- $5
Went streaking in broad daylight -- $15
Been arrested -- $5
Spent time in jail -- $15
Played spin the bottle -- $5
Done something you regret -- $20
Had sex with your best friend -- $20
Had sex with someone you work with at work --$25
Had anal sex -- $80
Lied to your mate -- $5
Lied to your mate about the sex being good --$25
Been raped -- $500
Have raped -- $200
Had sex with some one under 16 -- $300
Had sex with a dog -- $25
Had sex with a horse -- $50
Had sex with a cat -- $75 (extra points $50 if you tied it up so you didn't get scratched)
have you ever has sex in a fursuit -- $100
Have you ever had sex wile your partner where a fursuit -- $100
Been spanked by a lover -- $50
Been wiped by a lover -- $ 100
Been fisted -- $150
If you know what "CBT" stands for -- $250
Used whip cream in bed -- $25
Used handcuffs in bed -- $50
Used a whip or pattal in bed -- $75
Ever imagined the person you where having sex with was some one else -- $100
If you have had a butt plug in for more then an hour -- $75
If you ever used any vacuum cleaner attachments -- $100
Had some one come climb in your bedroom window for sex so your parents would not find out -- $100
Used a blow up doll -- $50
Drove away from a car accident you caused -- $500
Cut your self on purpose -- $100
Cut some one else on purpose -- $150
Pissed on some one $10 Add $10 if they drank it
Been pissed on $15 add $20 if you drank it
Shit on some one $20 add $25 if they ate it
Been shit on $25 add $50 if you ate it
If you have ever been shot -- $300
Dyed your hair -- $10
Dyed your pubes -- $20
If you ever ate your own cum (vaginal fluids for females)-- $20
Smoked wile having sex -- $20
Ate a sandwich wile having sex -- $50
Slapped some one across the face wile fucking them-- $100
If ever shoved a candle up some ones ass and lit it-- $200
Fucked some one wile they where crying-- $300
If you have ever fucked a girl on the rag -- $100
If you ate her out after -- $200
If you have sucked you're own cum out of a guys ass -- $200
If you took this test and where completely honest add -- $500
Didn't use a condom -- $50
Got an STD -- $ 25
Have an STD -- $ 100
Planed to kill some one -- $50
Killed somebody -- $1,000
Add $5 for each tattoo and piercing you have
Add $10 for each scar over an inch long that you have
Tally it up and Title it..."My Bar Tab Is $...."
stolen from so many people
Stolen from Necromantic_Writer, because it is amusing.
Posted 16 years agoAnswer these questions. If you want.
I died:
I kissed you:
I fell:
I lived next door to you:
I showed up at your house unexpectedly:
I stole something:
I was murdered:
I cried:
I asked you to marry me:
I was hospitalized:
::WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY::
Personality:
Eyes:
Hair:
Family:
Smile:
::WOULD YOU::/
Trust me enough to sleep in the same bed as me?
Keep a secret if i told you one?
Hold my hand?
Study with me?
Cook for me?
Love me?
Date me?
Have sex with me?
::HAVE YOU EVER::
Lied to make me feel better?
Wanted to kiss me?
Wanted to kill me?
Broke my heart?
Thought I was unbearably annoying?
Hated me?
Wanted to tell me something but didn't?
Wondered about my sanity?
Wanted to do something to me?
::More::
When and how did we meet?
Describe me in three words.
What was your first impression of me?
What do you think of me now?
What reminds you of me?
Could you see us together forever?
When's the last time you saw me?
Are you gonna re-post this to see what I say about you?
Do you care?
I died:
I kissed you:
I fell:
I lived next door to you:
I showed up at your house unexpectedly:
I stole something:
I was murdered:
I cried:
I asked you to marry me:
I was hospitalized:
::WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY::
Personality:
Eyes:
Hair:
Family:
Smile:
::WOULD YOU::/
Trust me enough to sleep in the same bed as me?
Keep a secret if i told you one?
Hold my hand?
Study with me?
Cook for me?
Love me?
Date me?
Have sex with me?
::HAVE YOU EVER::
Lied to make me feel better?
Wanted to kiss me?
Wanted to kill me?
Broke my heart?
Thought I was unbearably annoying?
Hated me?
Wanted to tell me something but didn't?
Wondered about my sanity?
Wanted to do something to me?
::More::
When and how did we meet?
Describe me in three words.
What was your first impression of me?
What do you think of me now?
What reminds you of me?
Could you see us together forever?
When's the last time you saw me?
Are you gonna re-post this to see what I say about you?
Do you care?
Stolen from Necromantic_Writer, who stole it from Vinta.
Posted 16 years agoReply to this journal and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.
Thoughts on 42 with a David Cook soundtrack
Posted 16 years agoLife, the Universe, and Everything.
"Never really said too much
Afraid it wouldn't be enough
Just try to keep my spirits up
When there's no point in grieving
Doesn't matter anyway
Words could never make me stay
Words will never take my place
When you know I'm leaving"
I was listening to David Cook's "Light On" today and I started crying. Normally, the song does not draw an emotional reaction from me in the slightest. It made me think about the fact that if all goes according to plan, this will be my last Holiday season at my parent's house.
The Last Halloween.
The Last All Saint's Day.
The Last Mom's Birthday.
The Last Thanksgiving.
The Last Dad's Birthday.
The Last Lin's Birthday.
The Last My birthday.
The Last Yule.
The Last Christmas.
The Last New Year's.
In my parent's house.
"Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Something I rely on to get home
One I can feel at night
A naked light, a fire to keep me warm
Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when it's late at night you can look inside
You won't feel so alone"
I started crying at those words. Realizing that in a little while, my life was going to change, and I found myself missing things I never thought I could miss.
"You know we've been down that road
What seems a thousand times before
My back to a closing door and my eyes to the seasons"
I began miss the arguments I have with my parents, the times I would get so frustrated I would walk out of the house and take myself to the park to think and let off my steam.
"That roll out underneath my heels
And you don't know how bad it feels
Leave the only one that I have ever believed in"
I would have to leave the Saturday morning philosophy discussions, the logic problems, the afternoons when I would spend time in the garden with my father.
"Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Something I rely on to get home
One I can feel at night
A naked light, a fire to keep me warm
Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when it's late at night you can look inside
You won't feel so alone"
It hit me how much they would miss me, even if they had someone else to keep them company in the house. I'm their only child.
"Sometimes it feels like we've run out of luck
When the signal keeps on breaking up
When the wires cross in my brain
You'll start my heart again
When I come along
Yea,"
I could never regret making the decision to go. I have to. I have to go out and do what they raised me to do: be myself. I can't regret what is waiting for me, either. I couldn't regret moving to be with someone I loved. But I couldn't deny that I was leaving more than one I loved to do it. It's only distance, but sometimes these things hit one all at once.
I will miss my family.
I will miss my friends.
I will miss the smell of the air coming off of the river.
But I have to do this.
So. . .
"Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Something I rely on to get home
One I can feel at night
A naked light, a fire to keep me warm
Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when it's late at night you can look inside
You won't feel so alone"
Try to leave a light on, and I'll keep one on for you. I love my family and my pack with all my heart, but it's time for this wolf to be her own for once.
"Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when it's late at night you can look inside
You won't feel so alone"
Leave a light on for me. I won't feel so alone if I know that someone, somewhere, has lit a candle rather than curse the emptiness of my absence.
Thanks for listening,
~Lenka out.
"Never really said too much
Afraid it wouldn't be enough
Just try to keep my spirits up
When there's no point in grieving
Doesn't matter anyway
Words could never make me stay
Words will never take my place
When you know I'm leaving"
I was listening to David Cook's "Light On" today and I started crying. Normally, the song does not draw an emotional reaction from me in the slightest. It made me think about the fact that if all goes according to plan, this will be my last Holiday season at my parent's house.
The Last Halloween.
The Last All Saint's Day.
The Last Mom's Birthday.
The Last Thanksgiving.
The Last Dad's Birthday.
The Last Lin's Birthday.
The Last My birthday.
The Last Yule.
The Last Christmas.
The Last New Year's.
In my parent's house.
"Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Something I rely on to get home
One I can feel at night
A naked light, a fire to keep me warm
Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when it's late at night you can look inside
You won't feel so alone"
I started crying at those words. Realizing that in a little while, my life was going to change, and I found myself missing things I never thought I could miss.
"You know we've been down that road
What seems a thousand times before
My back to a closing door and my eyes to the seasons"
I began miss the arguments I have with my parents, the times I would get so frustrated I would walk out of the house and take myself to the park to think and let off my steam.
"That roll out underneath my heels
And you don't know how bad it feels
Leave the only one that I have ever believed in"
I would have to leave the Saturday morning philosophy discussions, the logic problems, the afternoons when I would spend time in the garden with my father.
"Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Something I rely on to get home
One I can feel at night
A naked light, a fire to keep me warm
Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when it's late at night you can look inside
You won't feel so alone"
It hit me how much they would miss me, even if they had someone else to keep them company in the house. I'm their only child.
"Sometimes it feels like we've run out of luck
When the signal keeps on breaking up
When the wires cross in my brain
You'll start my heart again
When I come along
Yea,"
I could never regret making the decision to go. I have to. I have to go out and do what they raised me to do: be myself. I can't regret what is waiting for me, either. I couldn't regret moving to be with someone I loved. But I couldn't deny that I was leaving more than one I loved to do it. It's only distance, but sometimes these things hit one all at once.
I will miss my family.
I will miss my friends.
I will miss the smell of the air coming off of the river.
But I have to do this.
So. . .
"Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Something I rely on to get home
One I can feel at night
A naked light, a fire to keep me warm
Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when it's late at night you can look inside
You won't feel so alone"
Try to leave a light on, and I'll keep one on for you. I love my family and my pack with all my heart, but it's time for this wolf to be her own for once.
"Try to leave a light on when I'm gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when it's late at night you can look inside
You won't feel so alone"
Leave a light on for me. I won't feel so alone if I know that someone, somewhere, has lit a candle rather than curse the emptiness of my absence.
Thanks for listening,
~Lenka out.
Don't Forget the Lenka, Mum (Stolen from Necromantic_Writer
Posted 16 years agoThe SLOGAN meme!
Put your name in, and generate slogan after each question. Generator here! : http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi?word=dog
1. What do you say to yourself every morning?
For that Deep Down Body Lenka.
2. What do you want other people to say about you?
Try Lenka, You'll like it.
3. Someone asked you out, your answer is...
I'm not just the Lenka, I'm a member.
4. How would you answer a booty call?
So Easy, No Wonder Lenka is #1.
5. How would you introduce yourself to someone you really like?
Got a Lenka? You're in Luck!
6. To someone you dislike?
If only everything in life was as reliable as a Lenka.
7. You're in a conversation and you suddenly feel the need to pee, how would you excuse yourself?
Nothin' says lovin' like Lenka from the oven.
8. Your parents ask you why you got home late, you say...
Savor the flavor of Lenka.
9. You're failing a subject, you say...
Leave the Lenka to us.
10. The love of your life asks you to marry him/her, what do you say?
Mum's gone to Lenka.
11. Your bf/gf is breaking up with you, you tell him/her...
Get Busy with the Lenka.
12. Someone told you you're a jerk, you tell them...
Plop plop fizz fizz, oh what a relief Lenka is!
13. What are the best words to describe you?
Every Lenka helps.
14. If you're going to have a movie about your life, the title is...
It's a lot less Lenka than a hover.
15. Your last words before you die...
Let the Lenka begin.
16. Your message to a special someone..
Unzip the Lenka.
17. Title of this post will be...
Don't Forget the Lenka, Mum.
Put your name in, and generate slogan after each question. Generator here! : http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi?word=dog
1. What do you say to yourself every morning?
For that Deep Down Body Lenka.
2. What do you want other people to say about you?
Try Lenka, You'll like it.
3. Someone asked you out, your answer is...
I'm not just the Lenka, I'm a member.
4. How would you answer a booty call?
So Easy, No Wonder Lenka is #1.
5. How would you introduce yourself to someone you really like?
Got a Lenka? You're in Luck!
6. To someone you dislike?
If only everything in life was as reliable as a Lenka.
7. You're in a conversation and you suddenly feel the need to pee, how would you excuse yourself?
Nothin' says lovin' like Lenka from the oven.
8. Your parents ask you why you got home late, you say...
Savor the flavor of Lenka.
9. You're failing a subject, you say...
Leave the Lenka to us.
10. The love of your life asks you to marry him/her, what do you say?
Mum's gone to Lenka.
11. Your bf/gf is breaking up with you, you tell him/her...
Get Busy with the Lenka.
12. Someone told you you're a jerk, you tell them...
Plop plop fizz fizz, oh what a relief Lenka is!
13. What are the best words to describe you?
Every Lenka helps.
14. If you're going to have a movie about your life, the title is...
It's a lot less Lenka than a hover.
15. Your last words before you die...
Let the Lenka begin.
16. Your message to a special someone..
Unzip the Lenka.
17. Title of this post will be...
Don't Forget the Lenka, Mum.
Because of a daffy Frenchman. . .
Posted 16 years agoBernard Pivot was a Frenchman who would pose 10 questions to those he spoke with on "Bullion de Culture". I give you these questions and my answers now.
What is your favorite word?
Hullaballoo.
What is your least favorite word?
Can't.
What turns you on creatively, emotionally, and spiritually?
Nature.
What turns you off?
Hostility.
What is your favorite curse word?
F**K. You have to mean it, though.
What sound or noise do you love?
My boyfriend's laughter. Laughter in general.
What sound or noise do you hate?
A string popping on my violin.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Dancer, erotic or otherwise.
What profession would you never attempt?
High School History Teacher (My mom is one)
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you reach the pearly gates?
"Welcome Home, beloved. Kitchen's that way."
Hope you enjoyed!!
What is your favorite word?
Hullaballoo.
What is your least favorite word?
Can't.
What turns you on creatively, emotionally, and spiritually?
Nature.
What turns you off?
Hostility.
What is your favorite curse word?
F**K. You have to mean it, though.
What sound or noise do you love?
My boyfriend's laughter. Laughter in general.
What sound or noise do you hate?
A string popping on my violin.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Dancer, erotic or otherwise.
What profession would you never attempt?
High School History Teacher (My mom is one)
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you reach the pearly gates?
"Welcome Home, beloved. Kitchen's that way."
Hope you enjoyed!!
For My Furry Father
Posted 16 years agoThese are lyrics excerpted from Nickelback's "I'll Come For You."
They remind me so much of GothWulfe it's not even funny. So for all of my pack, but especially him:
". . . .Everyday I spent away
My soul's inside out
Gotta be someway
That I can make it up
To you now some how
By now you know that
I'd come for you
No one but you
Yes, I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
I was blindfolded
But now I'm seeing
My mind was closing
Now I'm believing
I finally know just
What it means
To let some one in
To see the side of me
That no one does or ever will
So if you're ever lost and
Find yourself all alone
I'd search forever
Just to bring you home
Here and now, it's a vow
By now you know that
I'd come for you
No one but you
Yes, I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
You know I'd always come for you
No matter what gets in my way
As long as there's still life in me
No matter what, remember
You know I'll always come for you
Yes, I'd come for you
No one but you
Yes, I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'll always come for you
No matter what gets in my way
As long as there's still life in me
No matter what, remember
You know I'll always come for you
I'd crawl across this world for you
Do anything you want me to
No matter what, remember
You know I'll always come for you
You know I'll always come for you"
They remind me so much of GothWulfe it's not even funny. So for all of my pack, but especially him:
". . . .Everyday I spent away
My soul's inside out
Gotta be someway
That I can make it up
To you now some how
By now you know that
I'd come for you
No one but you
Yes, I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
I was blindfolded
But now I'm seeing
My mind was closing
Now I'm believing
I finally know just
What it means
To let some one in
To see the side of me
That no one does or ever will
So if you're ever lost and
Find yourself all alone
I'd search forever
Just to bring you home
Here and now, it's a vow
By now you know that
I'd come for you
No one but you
Yes, I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
You know I'd always come for you
No matter what gets in my way
As long as there's still life in me
No matter what, remember
You know I'll always come for you
Yes, I'd come for you
No one but you
Yes, I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'll always come for you
No matter what gets in my way
As long as there's still life in me
No matter what, remember
You know I'll always come for you
I'd crawl across this world for you
Do anything you want me to
No matter what, remember
You know I'll always come for you
You know I'll always come for you"
Getting Flamed
Posted 16 years agoSo, not even 24 hours on FA and I'm flamed. This reminds me of a line from that good ol' classic 'Fursonality'-
"You've got to learn to handle the drama. . ."
And I am.
Lenka, out!
"You've got to learn to handle the drama. . ."
And I am.
Lenka, out!
General Furriness
Posted 16 years agoOy.
So, I'm trying to be more active in the fandom and seem to be going in spits and spurts. I also need to start drawing again, especially since the whole being on FA thing started. So, yes, I AM still alive, FA.
Lenka out.
So, I'm trying to be more active in the fandom and seem to be going in spits and spurts. I also need to start drawing again, especially since the whole being on FA thing started. So, yes, I AM still alive, FA.
Lenka out.
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