Sun Shower?

Friday, May 04, 2007

**HockeyGirl: Do you remember theses from GS? Heavy as f*ck weren't they?**

From Refrence.com:

A sunshower is an unusual meteorological phenomenon in which rain falls while the sun is shining . These conditions often lead to the appearance of a rainbow, if the sun is at a low enough angle . The term "sunshower" is used in the United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and parts of Britain, but is rarely found in dictionaries . Additionally, the phenomenon has a wide range of sometimes remarkably similar folkloric names in cultures around the world . A common theme is that of trickster animals, or the devil, getting married, although many variations of parts of this theme exist .

I grew up in Michigan. We do not have these so called "sunshowers". When it rains or snows there, it is all icky grey and gross.

Here in Northern California inttermittnet sun/snow combo is alarmingly bizzare.

In less than 24 hours I will be leaving for my vacation. It will be great.

I'm even going to rough it tonight and sleep outside. My sister calmed down a bit, but she will lord "the crashing on her couch" over me until she's dead.

On a completely unrealted note: Dog acting like real dog. Fiore decided that jumping into the lake after pinecones is her third favorite activity (#1: Food, #2: Bugs as food). She now smells like Swamp Thing.

Aries, Capricorn and Gemini on a Full Moon

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

I moved out of my house yesterday. I am sooo excited to be camping again. I love being outside. Buildings make me depressed and after six months of being inside I am ready for the confort of nylon housing. Except...

It's currently snowing right now. A lot.

So the Ascending Cap in me planned to be sleeping soundly in my cozy little tent home tonight. The Sun Sign Aries is looking for a guy to go home with and share "Body Heat". And the Moon Sign Gemini is falling back on her family and feeling really guilty spending the night on her sisters floor, when she should be paying rent.

I'm blaming the full moon.

Pick-Me-Up

Monday, March 26, 2007

I know it's only Monday, but I needed this to cheer me up:

Not Fair Part II

I did my taxes. I owe the gov. $142. This is not fair. I wanted this refund to pay for a computer. Without a computer, my entire bussiness plan is down the crapper. This stinks.

On the brighter side of life: 1.) It's snowing. Hard. 2.) I looked hot today (before the snow ruined my look). 3.) I have a puppy (Ok, she's five, but she'll always be a puppy to me.)

On the darker side: I don't know if I'm going to make rent. SH*T.

Not Fair

Thursday, March 22, 2007

I had planned on doing my taxes (at least starting them), during this time I have on the library computer. I know you are shocked how a woman like me does not own a computer. Well, at least I'm still not using dial-up. You know who you are!

No, taxes yet I still have 12 mintes, though. I did however completely alienate the man sitting next to me. Snorting and laughing out loud to a computer screen will do that. In my defense OkSerouisly is an effing funny blog.

So, the guy that asked me out for drinks, I bit the bullet and left him my number. He e-mails me back and leaves his number. WTF!?!!?! Am I supposed to call him now?

Regroup

Monday, March 19, 2007

Lost lost lost. I have lost my way. Far far far from my blog.

I have a list of topics that I brainstormed last week when I only have 6.5 minutes on the library computer. Not I have a whole 15 minutes and can't decide what to write. Oh well. I guess I have to start somewhere again.

Out of the blue someone e-mailed (Myspace) and asked me out for drinks. I'm having a bit of hesitation accepting the offer. The time I tried internet dating it didn't work out. Shiver. The real part of my is: Sure why not!!! The molded bruised safe part of me is: Remember what happened last time? GRRRRHAHHHUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!!!

Erease it all. All the bad, ugly guarded parts are gone.

Huh, I titled this bolg for a reason. Wouldn't have guessed it was a secret wish.

Living and Learning

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

So, I feel good that I just vented all over blogland. A big step for me. But I want to learn how to not be so drained afterward (or even during). Suggestions anyone?

Drive Me Crazy

I think there was a Melissa Joan Hart movie to that title? This blog has nothing to do with that.

I am steaming mad at the roomate right now. I keep getting this lecture about how I need to pay rent. RIGHT NOW! I do need to pay rent. I'll agree to that and I will as soon as I have the money. I have been paid $521 by the yoga studio. I have to wait for it to be processed (48 hours). I've explained this to the roomate several times. She keeps making me feel like I'm fucking around. As if I realy do have the money, I just don't want to pay it. Completey pisssing me off.

I just got the "Don't be direspectful..." lecture. So angry about this.

Cut me some slack here. It is obovious that she sees the 48 hour waiting peroid as my fault, but there is little room to compromise for her. She could ask the landlord to not cash the check unitl later this week. Tell her the situation. I offered to talk to the landlord myself, that didn't go over well either.

She is making this out to be like I'm a repeat offender. Like we've been though this before. Not even close. I've never been late with my rent. NEVER. In fact while I was out of town I payed for two months (plus bills) up front. In September. I lived there for 20 days of the two months I payed for. I didn't have to do that. I wasn't obligated at all. I could have moved out.

And now I'me being treated like a freakin' criminal. GRRRRrrrrrr....

For My Big

Saturday, December 02, 2006

1. What are you proud of?
Myself. It's been a hard year, but I made it through, on top it all too!

2. What time do you wake up in the morning?
This morning I was up at 5:30am. Most days it's 7am.

3. If there was one person from your past that you could go back and talk to who would it be?
My grandmother.

4. Name 5 things in your freezer at the moment.
Cranberries
Cornish Game Hen
Bananas
Corn Muffins
Ice Cubes

5. Do you believe in afterlife?
Absolutely

6. what are 5 sites you visit daily?
Bolg and Releated Blogs
Yahoo Mail
MySpace (It's like crack)
Bank (Show me the Money!)
Half.com (Sad shopping fix)

7. 5 things you ate that you would never eat again?
Brussel Sprouts (Childhood Trauma)
Canned Stew
Anything from McDonalds (or the like)
Non-organic Apples
Tofu (Ick)

8. 5 things that make you sad.
People who are not kind.
People who don't believe in themselves
My parents getting old.
Fiore not being in my life.
Denial.

Readers Pick

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Warning: This blog is rated "R" for strong adult language

I wasn't sure what I should title this blog: Point of Contention or 20 Fucking Dollars. Read on and decide for yourself.

On Tuesday I went into my new job to fill out paperwork, get my badge, receive my uniform, blah, blah, blah.

I left truly overloaded with "stuff" I looked like a cartoon character that had been on a shopping spree, just the legs showing.

Molly the chatty HR lady that helped me, mentioned something about employee discounts. I didn't hear all of it, interference from the "stuff", so later that day I browsed though the employee handbook.

As a seasonal employee you don't get much. The pay usually sucks and no healthcare. We do get little perks here and there and the employee handbook is the best place to find them. Going down the list: 50% food, 25% retail, free ski lessons, $10/day ski rentals---WAIT WHAT?

$10 a day ski rentals!!! WTF!!! I'm still so 'effing angry about this. When I broke up with my former boyfriend, my parent were in the plane to come an visit me. I decided to wait until they left to break up with him (A whole five days). One thing at time right? And yes he was stuck doing the usual "parents in town stuff", dinner and a night out. My parents also went skiing at said resort and he offered to "take care of" their ski rental. I didn't ask, he offered. I felt slightly guilty, knowing the end result of the weekend. Still he offered.

When the break up did occur, it was not pretty. The ski rental and all the other things he had "done for my parents" was a huge point of contention. I was called some very ugly things which included, but not limited to: lying conniving dishonest using bitch.

I can take my lumps, fine, and maybe I should have broken up with him sooner, but my side of the situation was a pretty grey area. The ex on the other hand, FLAT OUT LIED TO ME AND THEN FUCKING BLAMED IT ON ME!!! HE MADE ME BELIEVE THAT HE HAD "WORKED OUT" THIS HUGE DEAL FOR MY PARENTS RENTAL ($80 or so), IN TRUTH HE DIDN'T PAY ANYTHING (except maybe in favors), AND IF HE HAD PAYED IT WOULD HAVE COST A WHOLE TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS. TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS!!!

I AM SO ANGRY!

Here is the number one way for me not to like you: Lie to me. I either know it off hand or eventually find out. The karmic world is good to me like that. I felt bad for my ex when we broke up. It was really hard for both of us. Sorry no more, my friends. The ex has moved to his rightful framework space: Genus, ASSHOLE Species, POND SCUM.

I already have my little speech for him if I do run into him at work (TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS....!) I just hope that there are no small children or innocent bystanders.

Note to reader: If you haven't figured it out yet, DON'T piss me off. It will be ugly very very very ugly. I don't get angry often, but I make it memoralbe when I do. Just ask Bob my high school youth group leader. Still to this day he brings up the one time he saw me angry, and how it scared the shit out of him (his exact words).

Overtime From Pearlie

Monday, November 27, 2006

It's still snowing.

Today has been a strange day and can be summed up with the following: Caravan of four cars double park on the two lane road (snowy slippery)in downtown Truckee. In front of the yoga studio, where I work. Why? To stand outside in only sweatshirt and smoke cigarettes. Is it just me or does this seem really really wrong?

I was also reminded of my trip to SF. It was a good end to my vacation and I spent some time with an estranged friend. I also saw this:



Yes, my blogging friends that is a cat on a leash. Nothing too special. BUT....

Who was walking the cat? Good Question!

A transient person (i.e. a homeless man). It was probably the strangest thing I have ever seen. A cat on a leash, attached to a shopping cart full of stuff belonging to a man who was panhandling for money. Still puzzled.

It is just me or do cats look completely miserable on a leash? Just because you can do it, doesn't mean you should.

Like this:



Are we really that bored?

I seem to have a cat theme this week, too. Interesting...

PS-Pearlie, thanks(?) for landing you car in a ditch and getting your chain (in the most unremovealbe way) wrapped around the tire. I have enjoyed this guilt free overtime blogg.

PPS- I am nauseated at the number of cat themed sewater that people could wear (Why? Go, why?

For Reals

Sunday, November 26, 2006

It's snowing. WOOOHOOOOOO!!!!

Tomorrow I will have most of my ducks in a row. Winter jobs will be starting and I can pay my bills. I'm a little worried working at the resort that my ex works at. We didn't separate on the best terms. It's only a matter of time before we run into each other. I know this, he may not. Which makes me feel a sad for him. BAD BAD BAD habit. protecting the people I date. It's fierce and un-stopable. I've painted myself into a corner more than once. Maybe I should date someone I don't feel like that towards. OOOooo, I might be on to something. Yeah!!

My roomate will be out of town until Thursday, so I can have naked time when ever I want. I slept on the couch last night. It was pretty cold and the wood stove is our only source of heat. My little dog can only produce so much heat. Men are much better at keeping you warm at night.

I'm a little worrried about my sister. She seems depressed. I could think of a couple of reasons why, but I'm not sure how to approach the topic. I have a little experience here and I'm pretty sure "Hey, L I think you are depressed and should talk about it" won't go over well.

NOTE: If someone in you life is depressed DO NOT (I repeat DO NOT) advise them to "do something" about it. Here's why: 1. It takes all their energy to get out of bed in the morning. The last thing we need in another thing to do. 2. If they could fix it by just doing one thing, they would. 3. Something is so vague it makes thier head hurt even more. So what should you do? Any of the following: Tell them that you love them and really care about them. Ask them if there is anything that you can to to help. Offer to take them to see someone. And taking my own advice: Do not ignore that this person in you life is sad. Let them know what you see and how it affects you (rememeber to use nonviolent communication).

Maybe I will say something.

Making My Day

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Yeah, I'm absolutely sure I could have been doing something more productive than blog surfing. It totally paid off.

I found the Stuff On My Cat website. I laughed so hard at this picture, I cried. Can't remember the last time that happened. It felt good.

That cat will be killing someone in it's sleep. Still laughing.

Growing Out

Last night, I had my first massage appointment. It went really well and my client saved my ass. I can afford a turkey and some cranberries. Truly, thankful.

I was disturbed by the reaction of my friends. Yes, I went to a strange man's house to massage him. Yes, he could have raped/murdered me. Yes, I understand that you have my back and care for me.

BUT..

Really WTF!! I think it's a huge mistake to assume that anyone will behave in a certian way beacuse of their gender. Pisses me off. I cannot will not buy into the the "predator male" scare tatic that has been ingrained into our lives. Femminism goes both ways, it's all about respect and being equals. Being secretive about abuse and violence isn't goig to help to problem. Ideas and behavior that support the idea every one with a penis will potentially be violent towards me, won't help either. It just another scapegoat excuse that is easier to hold on to and defend than challenging ourselves to growing.

I love the men in my life. I love that they are kind good people that care. I love the fact I can lean on them and they lean back. I don't fear them, even as a stranger.

In the nick of time...

Monday, November 20, 2006

I decided last month that I will not be celebrating Christmas. I'm not Christan to begin with so celebrating "our saviors birth" seems a little fake. Kwanzaa are possiblities Hanukah, but I don't how to celebrate either one. I may have decided on the good old pagan holiday of Yule (i.e. Winter Solstice), true I have no clue how to celebrate this holiday, but pagans are pretty cool with making stuff up as you go along. That is until I discovered Gobal Orgasm Day (December 22, 2006). I can to this, have fun, not be stressed out, minimal chance of over eating/over drinking, no crowds to fight, no money to spend and possibly change the world. What is there not to love?

You can check out the founders blog here. Read the comments they are effing hilarious!!

Good Times

Here's a recent pic of me (in red) and my massage family.



From left to right: Andrew (Calss Clown), Joanna (Serious Teacher), Ciela (The Dancer), Fatty (Needs a little skin on his bones), Christine (The Journalist), Kristy (Funny Teacher). In front: Katie (Fellow Arian), Myself and Josh (The slightly neurotic one)

Cyberspace Snow Dance

1. Massage clients. It's no longer about the money. I cannot (CANNOT!) sit in front of a computer for eight hours a day. I'd rather shovel horse shit.



2. SNOW!!!!! I want to SKI!!! I have gas money, skis and my pass. Well, clothes too. All I need is the magic white stuff!! Please powder gods and goddeses (snow) shower down upon us and bless these humble mortals with freedom, speed and beauty.

Not just anybody...

Sunday, November 19, 2006

I've been sitting at a desk. My index finger now has a stress injury from all my internet surfing. Sunday's are pretty slow around here. I caught up on some shopping and stalking (see below).

The thing is that I'm on the verge of complete boredom. The massaging hasn't picked up yet and I have no money. I recieved charity quinoa (keen-wa) from my roomate. You know you are a hippie when your hungry, po' and as a hand out you get an un-pronouncealbe grain to live off for the next week.

I did carpe diem and having little or no food yesterday, did a gall bladder cleanse. Ick, right? Exactly. Let's just say the results were very interesting and not uncommon in the Land of Hydrogenated Fatty Foods. Save your gall bladder from the clutches of the evil surgeon and raise your glass of olive oil and lemon juice!!!!

So here are some new pictures of me. Ok, no photos just yet. Yahoo! isn't working. Blar.

I am metal and I am steel...

Laura and I went to see Bob Schneider on Wednesday. I was f&*%($*g awesome. Just a little crush. He cut his hair, too. Still hot.



My week hit a low on Thursday. Never use Sallie Mae, they fucked me over, big time. I need a Bob Fix.



A song titled: "All I want for Christmas is my Methadone". How can you go wrong?

Shelter Cove

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

I collected rocks today. Here....



The waves were huge and so beautiful. I didn't take this picture, but it's pretty close. Maybe a bit more rain, soggier shoes. I have a pretty good collection to start my Hot Stone Massage collection. I had a great day. Hopefully, the first of many to come.