| Icy heart melts! |
[Jul. 11th, 2011|08:04 pm] |
"I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened."
— J.R. Ward (Lover Awakened) |
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[Aug. 4th, 2010|08:02 am] |
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I need knew icons. I really should look for more or something. Micah is so awake! Hello odd muse that never wants to die. |
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| Lay-offs! |
[Jul. 29th, 2010|11:54 am] |
So my work just laid off 200+ nurse. 180 other people. I survived the first cut of people, but I'm not sure if I will the next cut. I mean really I have less than 2 years there. It's kind-of scary. That morning when I went home I didn't know if I was going to be cut when I drove into work that night. It was on the news and every thing. It became a running joke that night to say, "Glad to see you tonight." Or, "I'm glad that you are here!" But in all seriousness, I was okay with being let go. I could have drawn unemployment for a while. But then what would I have done. And Now I have to pay that damn ticket cause I don't know if I am going to have a job in the next few weeks.
I really don't care as long as I have enough money to go and see Deathly Hallows. I'm super pumped about it. And I'm going shopping today to buy school clothes for Emma. I have to. She starts school Monday and who knows if we will have any money for a while. It's just really frustrating. I mean they didn't give us any warning. Just found out by big shots walking the floor giving people pink slips and escorting them off the property. Oh well, I better go get ready Emma is bouncing saying that we have to go to justice. She didn't want her grandmother to go because she knows that mom throws a fit when we pay $35 for a tee shirt. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2010|08:44 am] |
I have re-read all of the HP books and all I can think about is rping again. What I wouldn't give for another game like those of years past. But I can't find any that look appealing to me. I don't even know what I want in the game but something that isn't going to die and can last for a while and has a decent plot. Yes that is the kicker.
I've lost my phone again. I had it the other night then lent it to my mother to use and I have no idea where it is. It has to be in this house or the van but I just can't find it. I hate when I do that.
I worked my ass off last night. Worse night in over a year. I can't imagine how I'm gonna have the energy to do again for three more nights. Blah, I need a break. Well I guess I should go off to bed, since I have nothing to keep me up any longer. |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2010|09:33 am] |
I'm miserable.
Best advice I can ever give....
Be careful what you wish for, because you might end up with that wish and it be the worst thing EVER! |
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| Snape dies "an extremely good death" |
[Feb. 22nd, 2010|02:06 pm] |
The Telegraph has a new interview with Potter production designer Stuart Craig, where he discusses his career, his work on the series, as well as the detail he has put into items such as the Golden Snitch and the Weasley Clock. Of note was as an emotional moment that occurred for him recently on set.
"The last time I cried was a few days ago when we filmed the death of Alan Rickman's character, Snape. It's quite difficult to cry in rushes -- where we watch the previous day's work -- but he is an extraordinary actor and he dies an extremely good death."
Full scans are here and here! |
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[Sep. 9th, 2009|03:47 pm] |
Push it baby, push it baby out of control
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow
There is just something hot and dirty about that...and it makes me think of guy #2~
I have to work tonight and tomorrow. Blah. But Septemberfest is this weekend. Yay! And it's been a year since we sister's 3 started talking again. |
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[Aug. 28th, 2009|06:37 am] |
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If I don't quit working overtime....I might just die! 9 days out of 11 I've worked. Yeah. I'm pooped! I'm off to work right now because I have some fair shit I have to attend. Good god, I'm getting sick of all this crap I have to do. Blah. I'll update better later. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2009|05:08 pm] |
Emma is now on week two of school and she hasn't even gone. She had strep throat last week and Friday she got stung by a red wasp. I was in the emergency room all night last night. Honestly. From 7pm till 3am. Her whole Left arm from the shoulder to her finger tips were swelled to the point that it looked like it would burst. She didn't have a pulse in it and her fingers from the knuckles down here yellow then white. There was no Oxygen getting to them and they had gone numb. I know it had been 48hrs since she was stung but in a matter of Dana leaving with the kids to go home, swelled that big. Sure she was swelled some but nothing like it was. Anyways, she has cellulitous. They gave her a shot of Steroids and Benadryil, and took blood for cultures and white blood cell count. Within 5 minutes her hand had decreased in size enough for her to start getting blood in the tips of her fingers but the Doctor wanted to make sure that he could get a pulse and things before he'd let us leave. He almost kept her and did surgery. Thank GOD he didn't have to do that. I was sooooo worried. But he sent her home on steroids and benadryil and an antibiotic for the infection. He doesn't want her to go to school until Thursday...only if all the swelling is gone. My child could have lost her arm last night!!!
The school called today and was like, "You said she'd be back by friday! And its Monday, why isn't she here? I have to report you to the school board and social services over this." I was so pissed. I explained everything to her and told her that it wasn't my fault or Emma's. She can't help that she got sick, any more than she can help that she got stung! The principal was like, "Well she isn't enrolled in our system because she didn't come the first day." And I said, "Then you have no business reporting me to the school board and social services if she isn't even enrolled. And besides that I have Doctor excuses for every day that she has missed. I feel terrible that she hasn't been able to come but my hands are tied. She was contagious and wouldn't have been allowed in the school. And I'm telling you I don't run to the ER over anything. The child just about had to have surgery last night on her arm. There isn't anything I can do to get her back in school any faster. And I'll try to send her Wednesday even though the ER Doctor told me absolutely not, because she could get a secondary infection because its really easy where her arm had no circulation and she has open sores from were it's draining and was stung." She then had the gull to say, "Well when you do finally bring her in, make sure you ask for me." GRRRRRrrr I hate this new fucking school. It's the same school system but a new school. She moved to the upper since she's in 2nd grade.
Well it's time for more medicine and I need a chill pill so I'll write more later. Oh and I'm on book 22 of 50. I might make it this year. Hahaha. |
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| I may speak parseltongue |
[Jul. 15th, 2009|08:34 pm] |
Funny story!!!
So today, after I stained most of the deck...I was going out the backdoor to get some McDonalds because I was too tired to cook. Mom was following behind me. She goes back in the house to get dad a beer because he was still staining on the lattice (i think that's how it's spelled and I'm too lazy to look it up...)When I feel something moving by-past my foot. Mom shuts the back door, then I look down and there is a snake. I don't move. The snake turns it's head, looks at me and sticks it's tongue out and cocks it's head sideways and then decides to go on it's way. I scream....Jesus effing Mary of Christ! Mom yells HEY THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT. I take off towards the deck and breath to my dad, "Snake with diamonds." He grabs a shovel that is by the deck! Thank god I didn't put it up earlier!!! And goes over to the flower bed to chase it out. I told him to wait, until I get out the gate. I'm behind him and the damn things comes back out towards me again. Dad is laughing. I'm about to piss my pants and the snake sticks it's tongue out at me again, also cocking it's head like it's being sassy with me again!! and goes on it's way out of the yard. Dad didn't kill it, because he was too busy laughing at how it kept tormenting me. It was like it liked me and just wanted to give me hell. Yeah, I'm not going outback again for a while.
Snakes in a cage is one thing! Snake slithering beside my bare feet is another. At least it wasn't like at the Gardens at the beach and it went on my foot. I had enough sense not to yell when it could have turn and bitten me! They sense motion. I couldn't tell if it was poisonous or not. I didn't get a chance to look at it's tail properly. I was more concerned by it's mouth, tongue and sassy cocking head. LMAO. It was funny...now. Not then but now. Guh!!! Maybe I should have tried talking to it in parseltongue, considering it acted like it knew me. That was mom's suggestion once we got in the van. Ha ha ha. |
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[Jul. 8th, 2009|02:46 pm] |
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Your result for Roleplayer Test!...
The BiographerPlotful, Character-Oriented, Platonic Like the Portraitist, the development of your character is the most important thing to you when you roleplay. However, you like your development and relationships to have some kind of overarching plot: you're not the type to enjoy a dressing room or any kind of roleplay where your character can't grow in at least a semi-structured manner. You enjoy exploring your character's psyche, but simple exploration isn't enough: you like to discover and then implement and use, and therefore continuity (which gives you "why"s and "how"s) is very important to you. You struggle when your character has no solid base in which to put down its roots, such as in games where there isn't enough structure or ones where the plot is continually changing.
Take Roleplayer Test! at HelloQuizzy
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[Jul. 8th, 2009|10:05 am] |
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I finally got over my madness of The sweet far thing and finished the book. It's taken me two weeks to pick it back up. I have to say that I cried. :( and that little sad face explains it all. I just need someone to talk about it with. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|08:31 am] |
So I'm planning a trip to Europe next year. Me and Angie are going over there next summer. I'm so excited about it. It will be awesome.
I'm taking an AcLS class here soon. I'm gonna take it with Stephanie at work. It's like a really big deal and most of the time, you have to be a nurse for a while before you can take it. But seeing as how they want me to do charge nurse on nights, I'm going to take it, and do charge. It's a pay increase and a lot more stress. If someone goes into cardiac arrest I'm going to be the one pushing the drugs. Hence why I need the ACLS class. It's scary but I'm gonna try. I might fail but I can do it. Plus being a charge nurse, you get extra money on the hour. YAY
Okay, I'm going to facebook where all my peeps actually talk to me. |
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