Sry haven't paid teh tuition bill, Univ N Dakota.. plz accept this spider in lieu of pmt kthxbai
http://www.geekologie.com/2008/11/good_idea_man_submits_drawing.php
I cans has spider back nao?
Mom almost died the other day. BUT SHE DIDN'T. She and Mike were driving back from their vacation place in Michigan and hit this giant ass turkey at like 75mph. The thing was suddenly just THERE, and they didn't have time to slow down and it hit them straight on and went partially into pieces upon hitting the top of the windshield. Had they slowed down, it would have gone directly into her face and had the impact of a high velocity bowling ball and killed her instantly. BUT IT DIDN'T. They are, however, still removing pieces of turkey from the van.
Shortly before mom told me about this, she had wanted to know what my debt was. Me, I'm trying frantically to dodge that question because it's 1) my responsibility to make up for my mistakes and 2) I worry she or Mike will use it against my dad. Mom said she wants to know cause she wants to cover it. To which I'm kinda flipping. Something's off. But she won't leave me alone about it, and so I give her a rough estimate and call it done. She tells me to take my medical and school bills with me when I go to Chicago on Thursday (she bought me a ticket, which was awesome of her, and all I have to do is drive to Fargo) and we'll look them over and take care of some things. This all was after I made sure I did NOT tell her about my being broke, or even going on about money at all. When I tell her these things, she gets upset and I don't want her to feel obligated to spend all kinds of money on me. I guess that makes me materialistic.. not in a sense of having to have things, but in a sense that I obsess over money and don't know how to take gifts with a lot of grace, especially when there's no chance of repaying the gift in turn. Ask me to make something out of nothing and I can do it. Give me money, and I won't have a clue what to do with it except stop touching it. Kinda fucked up I spose. I do take some amount of pride in having learned to throw things away, like old food or food I don't like. Win. So yeah. Dad says there's nothing legally Mom or Mike can do to Dad if they freely give me money to pay bills with, so he says if Mom feels happy doing something nice for me, let her. After all, the fact that something like this isn't all just about me is really a very good point. o_o Materialistic and self absorbed, all at once without necessarily knowing it. Well, I guess I recognize it but just am not sure yet how to deal with it. Bugger. Someday I won't be an ass =D
Kara=awesome. She loaned me some $30 to buy stuff to keep Keiko from destroying things, which really helped. Also some sinus stuff, which has kept my headaches at bay, and some bowls for the dog so she can stop eating my tupperware. She offered to help me buy a little pine tree so I can decorate for Christmas, but that can wait until I get my budget in order. Also she bought me dinner the other night so we could all hang out and Ezeri could get ice cream after she and I saw Bolt. XD I cried. Over a cartoon. Ezeri was not very interested. She was wandering around her seat while I was sitting there going ZOMGBBQ THE DOGGY IS SAVING HIS MOMMY PERSON FROM A BURNING BUILDING!!!1 IN 3D!! OH NOES THEY CAN'T GET OUT BUT WAIT!!! HE'S A SUPER DOGGY AND CAN BARK REALLY LOUD AND SAVE THEM IN TEH LAST SECOND!!!1 HURRY DOGGY!!dkrghezkrgbdfkg!
Got to watch Ezeri earlier tonight. Kara dropped her off at the Kastle (Rico's shop) where I was waiting to find Rico before he left so I could tell him I wouldn't be around this weekend. He was busy making appointments with people (which is great, because him being busy means he wants me to run the shop and do price quotes and answer the phones and consult tattoos and stuff while he's away) but it took awhile/half an hour. kara went out with friends (I'm glad to see her go out and do adult stuff and socialize.. mainly because since I did gain a social life in Oklahoma, the homebody thing became completely foreign and bizarre and reminiscent of adolescence, when I didn't have friends to be around). So I dunno. Projection, anyone? I'm glad she gets fresh air and that I thus get to visit Ezeri. We read books and practiced our letters, and corresponded them to pictures. C-A-T spells this picture. What is is? She has trouble with Us and Ns, confusing the two since lower case ones look like each other, except one's upside down.
=3 Rico introduces me to people as his apprentice, and says it's okay that I'm a strange hovering chick because I work for him. *schoolgirl giggle*
Right when we got to my house, I was letting Ezeri inside and Cricket escaped. I tell Ezeri to stay RIGHT THERE INSIDE. I run after the cat, and Cricket hides under a car down the sidewalk. After a minute or so, Ezeri has the front door open and is screaming, wondering what I'm doing and if I've found Cricket. I tell her no, please shut the door and stay there, I'll be right back. Then I hear her shriek, and she's screaming Keiko's name. I run back there, thinking Keiko tackled her or something horrible.. only to find Ezeri had left the front door open and let out the dog. It was an accident but the dog was nowhere to be found. I grab the leash and a biscuit, flashlight and laser pointer and Ezeri with her coat and she wearing my gloves. We set off into the frigid yonder, but the cat is no longer under the cars and has run off. We search frantically, calling the dog and cat. Keiko is nearby, and we can hear her tags jingling. There's a group of guys down the street, and she lopes up to them and starts barking and growling, whereupon I grab her and leash her and we take her home to the kennel. We set out again for the cat. A trip around the block leads to nothing, and I, practially in tears, imagine a dead cat in every shadow and pile of dirt in the road. Cricket was on the OTHER side of the apartment complex. Had we gone around the other way, we'd have found her. She was running around low to the ground, and wouldn't let us near her. I'd distract her with the laser pointer long enough to get close, but she'd dart off again. We finally had to chase her behind my bike tires and trap her. We celebrated the animals' return with cookies, and shortly thereafter it was getting late, so I taught Ezeri how to play "Dark" like my parents played with Poocuh and me when we were kids. You sit in the dark together all cuddly, and play games like Animal Guessing and stuff, or you talk. We laid on the couch with Cricket and played I Spy and named off animals and colors and things we saw in the dark room. Kara gave me a hug ^^ I <3 hugs. And Ezeri came running after me when they went to leave, cause she got scared when the car door accidentally bumped into her cheek. She was really tired and wouldn't let go of my hands. Kara and I put a blanket over her lap and gave her her plush collie so she could chill on the way home. Cute kid. I have baby cravings like nobody's business. I don't want to be pregnant by any means, I just want a kid. Or kids. A family. Being single blows and always has. While I'm at it, I'd like my white picket fence.
I hope my cat's not in heat. That also would blow. Just a random tangent. Hopefully soon I will have some money to spay her like a responsible pet owner.
The other day at work, they handed out 15 lb turkeys to EVERYONE. o_o There's no way I need to worry about food for some time. As in a month or so at least. They also had a feast thing at church the other day, and they encouraged people to take food home from the potluck (I brought home made sour jam) as they were packing the rest up for the homeless shelter. In addition to hanging out with fun people at the church, I got quasi-breakfast/lunch, and dinner in turkey form. NOM NOM NOM EATING MACHINE.
When I walked in the door, my friend Nancy's kids glomped me and cured my child cravings for the day =D apparently all my days of playing hookie from church caused me to be missed and they had gajillions of things to tell me about life, the universe and the movie Twilight. There was also a lot of hugs and jumping up and down and stuff, which is also a lot of fun, because even though I'm 23 I totally support acting like I'm 12 when I'm hanging around an 8 and 12 year old. I want a big gay awesome family like Nancy and Kathy T_T someday I figure I'll come to peace with life and just be again. Nom, patience.
Also, I discovered Bambi's mom in my freezer and made possibly the best food I've ever made (baking aside).
Venison Steak So Easy We'll Call It Your Mother
(here, have some ointment for that burn!)
1 1.5 lb venison steak-looking substance
1 medium sized yam (slices of 1/4" or so)
1/2 a large onion (halved and sliced)
1/2 lb mushrooms (halved)
1/3 stick of butter (melted)
black pepper, loose leaf black tea, garlic powder (to taste, you don't need much)
pam or something similar
Grease a large pan, 9x11" or so at least. Place the steak in the middle, surround with vegetables. Drizzle everything as best as possible with butter. Add spices to everything, tea to steak only. Spray everything with pam in case you missed any spots.
Note: Venison is a dry meat. For it to be tender/unlike chewing gum, you need to keep it moist, hence the butter and pam.
Bake at 375 for approx 40-45 minutes, or until center of meat is mostly brown and no blood leaks out.
My wrist has been hurting a lot lately. Have no idea what I did to it, but it had started hurting when I was coming back from Oklahoma. Other wrist hurts too, but not like this. This one's getting worse, and I don't know what's wrong because the sore spots keep moving to different parts of my wrist at different times. My friend Crystal says maybe it's stress, that people get weird pains when they're stressed. *shrug* I want it to go away, does that count?
I hope I'm not getting sick, too. Yesterday I went home at noon because I was so tired at work that the world was spinning. I felt like I'd been hit by a train and had trouble concentrating, and my head was pounding and all stuffed up. Took some sick pay for the afternoon, and after I ate some Bambi-Mom and benadryl, promptly passed out in bed for the next 4.5 hours. My faithful if obnoxious canine slept next to the bed basically the entire time, but for when she started barking at the screaming neighbor kids. Aside from the barking right by my head, I slept through most everything. Brigitte apparently even called me to see if I wanted to skip work today and go to the Cities for a concert, and apparently we held a conversation. I messaged her later to tell her about a weird dream where she called me, and that's how I found out she really did. Was apparently really out of it =/
Was up for a few hours pestering Bear and Lu, and then crashed again. Less tired today, but still about to crash again now and it's only half past 9.
This winter, I want to go halo chasing. Which basically means I'll stare at the sun a lot and try not to go blind, while simultaneously trying to find rainbowy light formations. OBSESSION? Easily possible. These are the sorts of things I want on my back tattoo someday. They will in fact be fabulous and fabulously spiritual.
http://www.atoptics.co.uk/halo/common.htm
I want to look for the infrequent halos too. What better way to spend the winter than by seeing one-in-a-lifetime light formations?
Last winter I was walking across a parking lot to work, wondering what the hell I was doing in North Dakota and wondering what I was supposed to be learning in this frigid place that no one ever thinks about. I figured my god deserted me and none of my family ever wanted to come here to vist because it was so remote and that even the people hid away from the elements because there was no place on earth that could be so forsaken. I had no friends and felt all alone and missed my warm home where the dirt was the right color and the air smelled like sweetgrass. I was kicking the snow and jingling my keys and wishing I had a sign that I was here for a reason, that there was something here I needed to do and learn and that somebody still knew I existed besides Kara and the IRS.
The wind was blowing all kinds of snow and shit in the air and it was a little blinding, but I liked how it made the sun fuzzy and kept it out of my eyes when I was driving over there. When I looked up at the sun again, there was a huge rainbow halo around it and the sky looked like there were 3 suns. I burst into tears and fell in love and never looked back.
...And to be fair, the winter air here smells like floral refrigerators. The ones you see at the florist shops. Dad would use them in his shop when I was little, and I'd always want to hold the door open and put my head inside to smell the air until he'd catch me and get onto me for letting all the cold out. At that point, Poocuh and I would go into the walk-in cooler he had for all his unarranged flowers and we'd stand inside until we got too cold, just breathing.
I find myself waiting lately for the snow to come, so I can stand again and breathe.
I cans has spider back nao?
Mom almost died the other day. BUT SHE DIDN'T. She and Mike were driving back from their vacation place in Michigan and hit this giant ass turkey at like 75mph. The thing was suddenly just THERE, and they didn't have time to slow down and it hit them straight on and went partially into pieces upon hitting the top of the windshield. Had they slowed down, it would have gone directly into her face and had the impact of a high velocity bowling ball and killed her instantly. BUT IT DIDN'T. They are, however, still removing pieces of turkey from the van.
Shortly before mom told me about this, she had wanted to know what my debt was. Me, I'm trying frantically to dodge that question because it's 1) my responsibility to make up for my mistakes and 2) I worry she or Mike will use it against my dad. Mom said she wants to know cause she wants to cover it. To which I'm kinda flipping. Something's off. But she won't leave me alone about it, and so I give her a rough estimate and call it done. She tells me to take my medical and school bills with me when I go to Chicago on Thursday (she bought me a ticket, which was awesome of her, and all I have to do is drive to Fargo) and we'll look them over and take care of some things. This all was after I made sure I did NOT tell her about my being broke, or even going on about money at all. When I tell her these things, she gets upset and I don't want her to feel obligated to spend all kinds of money on me. I guess that makes me materialistic.. not in a sense of having to have things, but in a sense that I obsess over money and don't know how to take gifts with a lot of grace, especially when there's no chance of repaying the gift in turn. Ask me to make something out of nothing and I can do it. Give me money, and I won't have a clue what to do with it except stop touching it. Kinda fucked up I spose. I do take some amount of pride in having learned to throw things away, like old food or food I don't like. Win. So yeah. Dad says there's nothing legally Mom or Mike can do to Dad if they freely give me money to pay bills with, so he says if Mom feels happy doing something nice for me, let her. After all, the fact that something like this isn't all just about me is really a very good point. o_o Materialistic and self absorbed, all at once without necessarily knowing it. Well, I guess I recognize it but just am not sure yet how to deal with it. Bugger. Someday I won't be an ass =D
Kara=awesome. She loaned me some $30 to buy stuff to keep Keiko from destroying things, which really helped. Also some sinus stuff, which has kept my headaches at bay, and some bowls for the dog so she can stop eating my tupperware. She offered to help me buy a little pine tree so I can decorate for Christmas, but that can wait until I get my budget in order. Also she bought me dinner the other night so we could all hang out and Ezeri could get ice cream after she and I saw Bolt. XD I cried. Over a cartoon. Ezeri was not very interested. She was wandering around her seat while I was sitting there going ZOMGBBQ THE DOGGY IS SAVING HIS MOMMY PERSON FROM A BURNING BUILDING!!!1 IN 3D!! OH NOES THEY CAN'T GET OUT BUT WAIT!!! HE'S A SUPER DOGGY AND CAN BARK REALLY LOUD AND SAVE THEM IN TEH LAST SECOND!!!1 HURRY DOGGY!!dkrghezkrgbdfkg!
Got to watch Ezeri earlier tonight. Kara dropped her off at the Kastle (Rico's shop) where I was waiting to find Rico before he left so I could tell him I wouldn't be around this weekend. He was busy making appointments with people (which is great, because him being busy means he wants me to run the shop and do price quotes and answer the phones and consult tattoos and stuff while he's away) but it took awhile/half an hour. kara went out with friends (I'm glad to see her go out and do adult stuff and socialize.. mainly because since I did gain a social life in Oklahoma, the homebody thing became completely foreign and bizarre and reminiscent of adolescence, when I didn't have friends to be around). So I dunno. Projection, anyone? I'm glad she gets fresh air and that I thus get to visit Ezeri. We read books and practiced our letters, and corresponded them to pictures. C-A-T spells this picture. What is is? She has trouble with Us and Ns, confusing the two since lower case ones look like each other, except one's upside down.
=3 Rico introduces me to people as his apprentice, and says it's okay that I'm a strange hovering chick because I work for him. *schoolgirl giggle*
Right when we got to my house, I was letting Ezeri inside and Cricket escaped. I tell Ezeri to stay RIGHT THERE INSIDE. I run after the cat, and Cricket hides under a car down the sidewalk. After a minute or so, Ezeri has the front door open and is screaming, wondering what I'm doing and if I've found Cricket. I tell her no, please shut the door and stay there, I'll be right back. Then I hear her shriek, and she's screaming Keiko's name. I run back there, thinking Keiko tackled her or something horrible.. only to find Ezeri had left the front door open and let out the dog. It was an accident but the dog was nowhere to be found. I grab the leash and a biscuit, flashlight and laser pointer and Ezeri with her coat and she wearing my gloves. We set off into the frigid yonder, but the cat is no longer under the cars and has run off. We search frantically, calling the dog and cat. Keiko is nearby, and we can hear her tags jingling. There's a group of guys down the street, and she lopes up to them and starts barking and growling, whereupon I grab her and leash her and we take her home to the kennel. We set out again for the cat. A trip around the block leads to nothing, and I, practially in tears, imagine a dead cat in every shadow and pile of dirt in the road. Cricket was on the OTHER side of the apartment complex. Had we gone around the other way, we'd have found her. She was running around low to the ground, and wouldn't let us near her. I'd distract her with the laser pointer long enough to get close, but she'd dart off again. We finally had to chase her behind my bike tires and trap her. We celebrated the animals' return with cookies, and shortly thereafter it was getting late, so I taught Ezeri how to play "Dark" like my parents played with Poocuh and me when we were kids. You sit in the dark together all cuddly, and play games like Animal Guessing and stuff, or you talk. We laid on the couch with Cricket and played I Spy and named off animals and colors and things we saw in the dark room. Kara gave me a hug ^^ I <3 hugs. And Ezeri came running after me when they went to leave, cause she got scared when the car door accidentally bumped into her cheek. She was really tired and wouldn't let go of my hands. Kara and I put a blanket over her lap and gave her her plush collie so she could chill on the way home. Cute kid. I have baby cravings like nobody's business. I don't want to be pregnant by any means, I just want a kid. Or kids. A family. Being single blows and always has. While I'm at it, I'd like my white picket fence.
I hope my cat's not in heat. That also would blow. Just a random tangent. Hopefully soon I will have some money to spay her like a responsible pet owner.
The other day at work, they handed out 15 lb turkeys to EVERYONE. o_o There's no way I need to worry about food for some time. As in a month or so at least. They also had a feast thing at church the other day, and they encouraged people to take food home from the potluck (I brought home made sour jam) as they were packing the rest up for the homeless shelter. In addition to hanging out with fun people at the church, I got quasi-breakfast/lunch, and dinner in turkey form. NOM NOM NOM EATING MACHINE.
When I walked in the door, my friend Nancy's kids glomped me and cured my child cravings for the day =D apparently all my days of playing hookie from church caused me to be missed and they had gajillions of things to tell me about life, the universe and the movie Twilight. There was also a lot of hugs and jumping up and down and stuff, which is also a lot of fun, because even though I'm 23 I totally support acting like I'm 12 when I'm hanging around an 8 and 12 year old. I want a big gay awesome family like Nancy and Kathy T_T someday I figure I'll come to peace with life and just be again. Nom, patience.
Also, I discovered Bambi's mom in my freezer and made possibly the best food I've ever made (baking aside).
Venison Steak So Easy We'll Call It Your Mother
(here, have some ointment for that burn!)
1 1.5 lb venison steak-looking substance
1 medium sized yam (slices of 1/4" or so)
1/2 a large onion (halved and sliced)
1/2 lb mushrooms (halved)
1/3 stick of butter (melted)
black pepper, loose leaf black tea, garlic powder (to taste, you don't need much)
pam or something similar
Grease a large pan, 9x11" or so at least. Place the steak in the middle, surround with vegetables. Drizzle everything as best as possible with butter. Add spices to everything, tea to steak only. Spray everything with pam in case you missed any spots.
Note: Venison is a dry meat. For it to be tender/unlike chewing gum, you need to keep it moist, hence the butter and pam.
Bake at 375 for approx 40-45 minutes, or until center of meat is mostly brown and no blood leaks out.
My wrist has been hurting a lot lately. Have no idea what I did to it, but it had started hurting when I was coming back from Oklahoma. Other wrist hurts too, but not like this. This one's getting worse, and I don't know what's wrong because the sore spots keep moving to different parts of my wrist at different times. My friend Crystal says maybe it's stress, that people get weird pains when they're stressed. *shrug* I want it to go away, does that count?
I hope I'm not getting sick, too. Yesterday I went home at noon because I was so tired at work that the world was spinning. I felt like I'd been hit by a train and had trouble concentrating, and my head was pounding and all stuffed up. Took some sick pay for the afternoon, and after I ate some Bambi-Mom and benadryl, promptly passed out in bed for the next 4.5 hours. My faithful if obnoxious canine slept next to the bed basically the entire time, but for when she started barking at the screaming neighbor kids. Aside from the barking right by my head, I slept through most everything. Brigitte apparently even called me to see if I wanted to skip work today and go to the Cities for a concert, and apparently we held a conversation. I messaged her later to tell her about a weird dream where she called me, and that's how I found out she really did. Was apparently really out of it =/
Was up for a few hours pestering Bear and Lu, and then crashed again. Less tired today, but still about to crash again now and it's only half past 9.
This winter, I want to go halo chasing. Which basically means I'll stare at the sun a lot and try not to go blind, while simultaneously trying to find rainbowy light formations. OBSESSION? Easily possible. These are the sorts of things I want on my back tattoo someday. They will in fact be fabulous and fabulously spiritual.
http://www.atoptics.co.uk/halo/common.htm
I want to look for the infrequent halos too. What better way to spend the winter than by seeing one-in-a-lifetime light formations?
Last winter I was walking across a parking lot to work, wondering what the hell I was doing in North Dakota and wondering what I was supposed to be learning in this frigid place that no one ever thinks about. I figured my god deserted me and none of my family ever wanted to come here to vist because it was so remote and that even the people hid away from the elements because there was no place on earth that could be so forsaken. I had no friends and felt all alone and missed my warm home where the dirt was the right color and the air smelled like sweetgrass. I was kicking the snow and jingling my keys and wishing I had a sign that I was here for a reason, that there was something here I needed to do and learn and that somebody still knew I existed besides Kara and the IRS.
The wind was blowing all kinds of snow and shit in the air and it was a little blinding, but I liked how it made the sun fuzzy and kept it out of my eyes when I was driving over there. When I looked up at the sun again, there was a huge rainbow halo around it and the sky looked like there were 3 suns. I burst into tears and fell in love and never looked back.
...And to be fair, the winter air here smells like floral refrigerators. The ones you see at the florist shops. Dad would use them in his shop when I was little, and I'd always want to hold the door open and put my head inside to smell the air until he'd catch me and get onto me for letting all the cold out. At that point, Poocuh and I would go into the walk-in cooler he had for all his unarranged flowers and we'd stand inside until we got too cold, just breathing.
I find myself waiting lately for the snow to come, so I can stand again and breathe.