Friday, February 27, 2015

Internet Junkyard #32

A Fairy Tale
 

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question?....What do women really want? Such a question would
perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.

But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first .

The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!

Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.

He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.

He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.

Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:

What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life.

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that
Arthur's life would be spared.

And so it was,
the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened
.

The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.

Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?

What would YOU do?

What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY?







 
Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.

Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now....what is the moral to this story?
 
 

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The moral is.....

If
you don't let a woman have her own way....
Things are going to get ugly

Friday, February 20, 2015

Forgetting They're Not Mature

As Sakura-Con comes closer my stress level is getting higher. My response time on emails is soooo bad. I feel terrible! I'm just going nuts! I want to do the best, but at the same time, I want to have fun. I really wish I lived over there, closer!

That was written a few hours before I left to go see my brother, sister-in-law, and nieces and nephew. My husband and I had planned on taking the girls this year to Sakura-Con with us, but with what transpired last night, we will not be doing so.

I went there last night to talk to my brother and sister-in-law about con stuff and what to expect and and other things that needed to be done. Money, cloths, expectations, days we'd be gone. Stuff like that.

Then I moved on to how I'd been getting phone calls about how the girls (mainly the older one) had been dressing less than favorable. Okay, the words were harsh, like slut and whore. They didn't want her to be taken advantaged of and raped or such. I had others who were saying they couldn't even talk to her because they didn't want to be associated with her based on how she was dressed in public. I would tell these people that I was her aunt. No control over how she was dressed. I'm not her mother, I'm not even living in the same house.

And as expected, I was met with less than mature responses. Not nearly as bad as it could have been, but still. I shouldn't have gone over there alone.

What happened next I still feel was my fault. I know they're not mature adults, they have grown up, are of the correct age, have children, have "jobs", have paid taxes, things that we normally would associate with adults, but they are not that. I keep hoping they will be, but they're not.

Somehow the conversation got turned to how the three adults in the room (the oldest was still in the room with us "adults") weren't getting along. And of course, according to them, it's my fault. I was met with my brother turning off NASCAR, standing up, screaming and yelling at me (no telling how many beers he's had) and gesturing with hands. His wife yelled and never made eye contact from the chair. I tried to speak when I was asked why I was so upset, but as usual, and again, don't know why I was expecting an adult conversation, was yelled and screamed at.

So I sat there, crying silently, my niece handing me a box of tissues, I texted a friend to come and get me as soon as I figured out it was going to be nothing but them yelling at me, making it out to be my fault, even tho, and I know this not to be now, it is NOT MY FAULT. They did all this in front of their own child.

My friend was waiting in her car when she heard them yelling and screaming, she came uninvited into the house, saw me trying to leave and helped escorted me from the premises. I have to say, when my brother saw me leaving, he did scream "You're leaving in the middle of this conversation?" and I turned to him, "No, this is not a conversation this is an opportunity that you [gesturing to both of them] had to yell and scream at me." then my friend put her arm around me, slammed the door in my brothers face as he's scream "I'm trying to tell you your worth" or was it "I"m just telling you your worth".

We got a block away, she pulled over and I wept. That's not accurate. I was sobbing, shacking, histarical, and I couldn't even speak. For ten minutes.

My friend took me back to her place, where we all hung out and talked and it made me feel better, Neil came up and got me. He was so livid that I swear he was gripping the steering wheel too tightly. From there, I took a hot shower (already 2 vicoden in, migraine), got into bed, cried  a bit in the shower so I feel asleep fast. I woke up not wanting to wake.

I want to go over and tell the kids that I love them, that I want to be part of their lives, to watch them do and grow, but their parents aren't good for my health, that I can't stand my own brother, and my "cunt-in-law" as we called her last night.

I love those kids so much.

But.

But their parents.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Sunday, February 08, 2015

New Year, News Feeds

Oh my goodness. I finally figured out that I have no more bloglines.... what the fuck!? When did they go away... oh at the beginning of the year.

I feel like an idiot!!! So now I need to find a new newsfeeds type website to put all my websites I like to get updates on. Geez. Not what I needed today.

Things have changed a lot this year. We have our friend Stormy and her son and 3 pound Yorkie staying with us a few days a week while her husband is off at school. It is scary staying home alone. I understand that, but it's also stressful having her here. I've been getting more migraines tho. Kinda worried.

On one hand I want to be there for one of our best friends, but on the other I'm getting more migraines from the 4 year old and best-y. I also have my other friend Shay getting in on this with her opinions, which are good, but it's not helping with my stress at all.

Neil and I are trying to do good here. Helping with a car, getting a mattress, having them stay... Why can't people just like that? The lady at the mattress store loved it.

Saturday, February 07, 2015

Silent No More

I have been silent for too long. Granted my mind may be unraveling, this might be even better for me now, more than ever.

I hope this means my readers will come back, and I hope this means I will have more worth while stuff to write.

All for now, but not for long.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Internet Junkyard #31

A young man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.
Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary.
Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude. John, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer.
For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed. Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.
Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arms and said "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate
transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."
John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude. 

As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird spoke-up, very softly, "May I ask what the turkey did?"
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Epic

Life has been.... off. After Sam passed, we went out and got a fish, we call him: Karl


He is very, stereo-typically GAAAAAAY. He notices you watching him, he'll flutter about, he'll rest up ageist the vent thingy (as seen in the pictures) and then be very diva-ish-y. I'm not even joking, he is a Drag Queen. He moves to fast for me to take pictures of him. He loves to blow bubbles at me, and he loves to show off. He loves his vent and loves his leaf hamek (yes, he's very spoiled, and very much a diva). He loves to poop on his house, but he'll get "stuck" in the fake plants to just have the waters move his fins for him. Yes, he's dark blue/black then he becomes white on the tips. So cute.

We named him Karl at first, but didn't know he was GAAAAY. Doesn't matter, we still love him and didn't relies a fish could have SUCH a personality! Shay calls him Mistress Karl.

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I know I've been using radio silence lately. Shay and I spent 3 weeks in Southern California for a nice girls vacation. We had a lot of fun. But even after we came back (on Sept. 10th) I've been almost scared to even post anything. It's like no one cares so why should I keep this going? I know it's so silly, I started this for me, to make myself do something to makes it to the world, so I don't feel so isolated, I don't want to be one of those internet celebrities, but I did hope to meet someone. Is that wrong of me?

Yes, I"m whining a bit.Migraines, bills, doctors, weight, family drama that only seems to get MORE AND MORE, and then there's always my lack of self esteem that makes things even worse. Yup, depression rears it's ugly head yet again.

It's bad enough I can't work, but I'm feeling harassed on all fronts. For three beautiful weeks it wasn't that big of a deal, I wasn't harassed as much, then I get home and I"m bombarded with it. I've lost 10 pounds but what did my mom say after seeing her 4 weeks ago? "Have you gained more weight?" So there goes what little self esteem I had on that front. Then the doctor too. I'm getting scaled back on my pain meds, so now I"m even cranky-ier because of pain.

I want to be more involved with the kids, but I'm scared to as well. The parents and I are not getting along. I should clarify, Dave and Lisa and I are not getting along. I'm tired of taking their shit, I wont fight infront of the kids either. This makes it hard to spend time with them.

I miss my family in Southern California, I don't like the area, as in how hot it gets, and that it's a desert, but there's that history there I miss.

Gotta keep smiling. In between the pain, the migraines, the legs, the back, the family, the health, the stupid people, the friends, the bills, the well, EVERYTHING.