Friday, August 20, 2004
Me, Me, Me and SOFT-9
Mernin’ kidlets. I think I’m possibly going to get back into the groove of things here shortly as I will soon, (as in, starting tomorrow), be finding myself planted in front of this contraption for a few weeks. First and foremost, I do have the one smaller job to finish, which, I am almost done with, just need to organize it all properly now. I intend on taking one full day next week and just doing it.
Then. I get to be “in charge” for a period of 9 days to three teenage kids. The good thing is, they aren’t mine so hopefully they won’t give me any lip. The other good thing is I have been granted beating priveledges should they give me any lip. (Disclaimer: For those of you without the slightest sense of humor, you may stop dialing CPS right now because that is what we here in the real world call, “a joke”.) They are pretty well behaved kids for the most part so it’s probably going to be pretty easy but the fact that I’m “in charge” of the safety and welfare of three human beings is a trite bit stressful.
Then, hopefully, the second job I had lined up will actually get sent to me and I get to working on that and get it done and get paid. And then, I have yet another job lined up which requires me to learn Flash in like 2.8 seconds so that I’ll be ready when everyone else is. However, the good part about learning Flash for this job is that there is a potential for another job after that which will require I know Flash and even if that one doesn’t pan out, I’ll still know Flash and that means you may see some new things around this ol’ site in the near future. I may even make up stupid political cartoons in my desperate attempts to entertain....more than likely, only myself but if you can’t entertain yourself, who can you entertain....wait....how does that go? Ah nevermind.
Been getting a lot a lot (double a lot) of shooting time in lately and am now required to purchase my own rounds. Heehee...oops. Went through them that fast I guess. I haven’t posted every target because I’m my own worst critic and also wonder just how many readers I’m boring to tears with my “look at my target” posts.
Oh. I guess I’m officially a Texan now. I went and got my TX state driver’s license on Tuesday. The temporary one anyway, and am awaiting my real one in the mail. Although I haven’t lived in WA state for a year, it felt strange to hand that license over. I didn’t quite slam the door on WA state as I still have stuff up in storage there and won’t be getting that out till I get my own place, where ever that may be in the future, but it did give me a sense of finality with that state. (Sorry Tina....I’m not moving back.)
In my continuing success of boring the snot out of my readers, I thought I’d pass on the fact that I have the best view out my second floor bedroom window. In the past I have had rooms on the upper floors but I’ve always had another window from the next house staring back at me or some big building looming over where workers were able to peer in if they so desired. Not here. Here, I look out my window and see the top of someone’s roof, no windows and no big buildings behind it.
On the rooftop, the birds hang out and sing to me, (yes, they are singing to me and how dare you even think of shattering my little world by insisting they aren’t doing any such thing), while I watch the clouds slide by and the wind tussle the tops of the trees just outside. It’s perfect. It’s perfect for when I’m sitting here, stuck staring at a blank page, wondering what I could possibly write that would be in the least bit interesting to anyone who stops by here. I can look out there, get lost in my thoughts and the next thing I know, I’m writing.
My cat likes to sit on the window sill and look outside at the birds so sometimes her head is in my view but considering how cute she is, (see banner), she’s not in the way.
"We don’t care about your view or the back of your cat’s head! Just blog damnit!"
Settle down. I’m getting to it. Ok, since I have a couple of new readers, I thought I’d lay a few things out so that we’re all on the same page:
1) The DuToit’s are not my parents. They are my friends. Kim is not my dad nor is Connie my mother. Again, they are good friends and we are helping each other out in various ways and that is why I’m here.
2) I used to live in the state of WA. I have not lived in the state of WA for a year. I was in Houston, TX until July 31st of this year. I am now in the Dallas area. I have absolutely no idea of I will stay in TX when I do eventually get my own place. That is up in the air.
3) I do not have kids. The kids I refer to here are actually the precious pearls belonging to the DuToits. I have absolutely no desire to have kids. Stop asking.
4) I am not married and do not need to get married. I do not care one way or the other. If it happens, it happens, if it doesn’t, it doesn’t. It does not mean there is something wrong with me, it does not mean I need help, it does not mean I’m miserable. I. Don’t. Care. If. I. Ever. Get. Married. Please stop trying to set me up with that in mind. I’m not closing the door on “living in sin” but marriage is not a priority of mine. And yes, I’m uber picky so if you do feel the need to point out your cousin, nephew, brother, friend, etc. please keep that in mind.
5) I’m not hard right wing. I vote Republican but I don’t agree with every single Republican issue or agenda or belief.
6) I used to be a Liberal when I was younger so spare me the speech about how I just don’t understand or I just don’t care or I just don’t know anything or whatever other typical mouthful you wish to preach. I’ve heard it all before. Nothing you say is new, clever or hasn’t already been thought through. I did not arrive in this world as a Conservative. I’ve been on both sides of the ticket and sometimes, (albeit, rarely), I agree with Liberals, (never the moonbats though), and most of the times, I agree with the Republicans. You will not change me. Debate? Fine. Point something out? Fair enough. But again, spare me the speeches and the ad hominem attacks and the insults. You’re not clever.
7) Sometimes I think people read way too much into some of my posts. I am a very independant person and have been raised to do everything by myself. Is this hard? Duh. However, I was not in need of being rescued and I would ask that those of you who are taking my current situation as if I had been rescued, to please stop. You do me a great disservice when you talk like that. Yes, I am happy with my current situation, yes, it is going to allow me to learn how to relax, yes, I will have time to do things the right way but, I didn’t need it. Do you see the difference? It was an opportunity that presented itself to me and I took it, however, I would not have fallen apart, to pieces, to ruin if this opportunity had not come to me.
[Interlude: By the way, you should see the sunset going on right outside my window.]
8) To those of you who think I’ve gone through my life all sad and upset and hurt....again, please stop. Again, you are doing me a disservice when you talk like that. You hear the negative but you aren’t listening to me when I finish with the positive. I know you mean well, I know you are loyal, I know you are “rooting” for me but some of you are not hearing my full message. Has it been hard? Yep. Has it been frustrating? Yep. Have I had some “bad luck”? Depends on how you look at it and that is where some of you have not been listening. I tried to illustrate that once again in my entry below, "I always get out of things ok". That is because I always have hope. I always work hard. I always fight back and I do not give up. That is hardly the actions of someone who walks around wounded and upset and hurt their entire life. I’ve had bad moments, sure, but I choose to also look at the overall picture and if you think about it, I’m one of the luckiest people out there. Please look at the full picture before insisting I’m negative, lost all hope and am in need of rescuing. I don’t need rescuing. (Obviously this one is to certain people only and not all readers.)
9) I’m 35. I hope everyone reads that one because some out there apparently think I’m still in my teens. Some may take that as insulting but I take it as a compliment.
10) My blog sucks, I know my blog sucks, it will more than likely continue to suck but I’m past worrying about that. I’m also past caring what some people say about me writing the way I write on my own site that I pay for. So, if you think I cuss too much, if you think I am so stupid as to believe some politicians tell the truth, if you don’t like my opinions on any given issue, if you lack comprehension and cannot understand why, when I’m talking about Europeans liking us and give examples of why it’s better to live in this country and I use guns in that example, or if I discuss the differences between killing a deer in the woods and drowning a dog and you can’t grasp that one is extraordinarily different than the other, I say again, I’m not the one with the problem. Nonetheless, if you still feel the need to write in and insult me or compare me to PETA or tell me I’m a devil worshiper or insensitive, unempathetic, uncaring, unladylike, rude, etc. etc. etc. feel free to do so. I’ll say it like this:
I’ve been insulted worse by better.
As for the rest of ye, thanks for stopping by, thanks for reading, thanks for your support and thanks for your continuing comments. Some people say they don’t care if anyone stops by and I tried that route once or twice. I tried not to care if anyone stopped by but I do. Yah, I’m writing more for myself now but I still care if people stop by. At the absolute core basics of that appreciation is because I do feel an obligation to write here but it’s not an obligation in a bad sense. It’s an obligation to myself to continue to improve my writing skills and keeping up with current events. It’s an obligation to continue my debating skills and seeing the forest through the trees. It is because I feel this obligation to you because of me, that the blog continues to be fun for me.
I have no idea if it’s fun for anyone else still at this point but as long as I still get at least one person commenting or emailing me because of something I wrote, I will continue writing.
Ok. I think that just about covers evrerything I’ve been wanting to cover for awhile but could never concentrate long enough to do so. I should go back to actual blogging soon.
Oh, and of course, it is Friday and that means it’s (Saccharine Overdose Friday Times 9) SOFT-9. So, here you go:
Caption it if you want.
