Saturday, March 5, 2011
UPDATE: Zoomin' who?
OH! Oh hey! So my Who's Zooming Who game was cut a little short before the big piece of evidence I was so hungry for came through. The two in question are not zooming each other. I (sort of) knew it! I'm a little sad my game has come to an end but I'm happy to have closure on the matter.
Friday, March 4, 2011
The Unintentional Hiatus
Holy frick has it been a while since I've last blogged.
Aye, what's the excuse this time, eh?
Well I haven't got one except for pure laziness and, well, an uneventful life.
Since I'm feeling guilty as to my lack of blogging I need to come up with something to write about. Is there anything better to write about then my favorite person in the world Addisyn? No. So here we goooooooooo!
Oh my goodness Little Miss Thang is becoming more of a little girl then a baby every time I see her. Ok ok so I guess she hasn't technically been a baby for over a year now, she's a toddler. She's still a friggin' baby to me though! I know its cliche but damnit! I can remember like it was yesterday when all she was was a snuggle blob, to put it poetically.
Where to start? She's amazing at knowing what sounds animals make. Few stump her and she picks up on new ones like that! (yes, I did just snap) My favorite that she does has to be a tie between what does a horse say? Neeeeeeeeeigh! and what does a cat say? Eeeeeeow! There's no Me to her meow. Yet.
Body parts and articles of clothing are a thing of the past. She's had that down for a few month now. It's still a little bit of a shocker when you say hey you! Go get your shoes! And she fishes out the pair she wants to wear. Or better yet when she knows what shoes are mine. I was at the 'rents the other day when she was up and we had gone out earlier in the day to play with the bubbles and I had asked her if she'd put my shoes on for me. She didn't then but later when my ma and pa were getting her ready to take her back to her pops she came running over to me with my shoes, held them out and said, "Here Kaykey!" Aww. It doesn't sound like much in print put in person that shit just melts my heart.
That same day she wanted to help with something in the kitchen cause I guess she likes cooking so I made some cookies with her. Every time I turned on the beaters she'd look at me and yell," Stop peeeease! Stop peeease! Stop peeease!" For some reason she didn't like that part. She did like sticking her wooden spoon in everything and licking it. If anyone ate the current batch of cookies at my parents' house, congratulations you ate some Addy spit. Sorry.
She's doing a good job with those find the object in the picture books. You know where they have a cow, horse, pig, dog in a box and also in the picture. She does very well with them. She's also doing ok with her colors. She counts a little and knows some of the alphabet. If you're counting something out, like cups of flour, and she's by you sometimes she picks up where you left off . It's cute.
She's no longer restricted to one word communication, she's started on simple sentences. A lot of "I help!" or "I'm comin'!" Words with please thrown in.
She's also getting a little bit of an attitude. But she's two so that's normal. There's a whole lot of MINE! going around or you'll be sitting in a chair and she crawls up in your lap and for a second you think "Ah! She wants to snuggle!" and you get all excited only to realize what she's really doing is attempting to throw you off the chair because it's "Addy's chair!" She's starting to realize more when she's done something naughty because she's takes her talkin' to like a champ and generally stops what ever it was. Temporarily at the very least.
Perhaps the best thing she's learned as of late is to help chant Hey! Hey! Ho! Ho! Scott Walker's got to go!
If someone says hey, hey! She'll go ho, ho! And sometimes if you ask her who has to go she'll give you a Scott Walker only it sounds more like Sot Walkeh! She gets the got to go part at times too. She's a smart girl learning to dislike that terrible human.
I'm sorry but the man has won douche of the year and it's only March. That takes talent. He's not right. Nope. Not right. It's all in the approach Mr. Governor and your approach is terrible. Terrible which starts with t that rhymes with gee as in Gee, we're in trouble if your budget repair bill and budget goes through as is because apparently you think public education isn't something to take seriously you fuck.
Whoa. Yeeeeah. Yeah sorry about that.
Ok. I think that's enough for now. And no. I didn't proof this.
Aye, what's the excuse this time, eh?
Well I haven't got one except for pure laziness and, well, an uneventful life.
Since I'm feeling guilty as to my lack of blogging I need to come up with something to write about. Is there anything better to write about then my favorite person in the world Addisyn? No. So here we goooooooooo!
Oh my goodness Little Miss Thang is becoming more of a little girl then a baby every time I see her. Ok ok so I guess she hasn't technically been a baby for over a year now, she's a toddler. She's still a friggin' baby to me though! I know its cliche but damnit! I can remember like it was yesterday when all she was was a snuggle blob, to put it poetically.
Where to start? She's amazing at knowing what sounds animals make. Few stump her and she picks up on new ones like that! (yes, I did just snap) My favorite that she does has to be a tie between what does a horse say? Neeeeeeeeeigh! and what does a cat say? Eeeeeeow! There's no Me to her meow. Yet.
Body parts and articles of clothing are a thing of the past. She's had that down for a few month now. It's still a little bit of a shocker when you say hey you! Go get your shoes! And she fishes out the pair she wants to wear. Or better yet when she knows what shoes are mine. I was at the 'rents the other day when she was up and we had gone out earlier in the day to play with the bubbles and I had asked her if she'd put my shoes on for me. She didn't then but later when my ma and pa were getting her ready to take her back to her pops she came running over to me with my shoes, held them out and said, "Here Kaykey!" Aww. It doesn't sound like much in print put in person that shit just melts my heart.
That same day she wanted to help with something in the kitchen cause I guess she likes cooking so I made some cookies with her. Every time I turned on the beaters she'd look at me and yell," Stop peeeease! Stop peeease! Stop peeease!" For some reason she didn't like that part. She did like sticking her wooden spoon in everything and licking it. If anyone ate the current batch of cookies at my parents' house, congratulations you ate some Addy spit. Sorry.
She's doing a good job with those find the object in the picture books. You know where they have a cow, horse, pig, dog in a box and also in the picture. She does very well with them. She's also doing ok with her colors. She counts a little and knows some of the alphabet. If you're counting something out, like cups of flour, and she's by you sometimes she picks up where you left off . It's cute.
She's no longer restricted to one word communication, she's started on simple sentences. A lot of "I help!" or "I'm comin'!" Words with please thrown in.
She's also getting a little bit of an attitude. But she's two so that's normal. There's a whole lot of MINE! going around or you'll be sitting in a chair and she crawls up in your lap and for a second you think "Ah! She wants to snuggle!" and you get all excited only to realize what she's really doing is attempting to throw you off the chair because it's "Addy's chair!" She's starting to realize more when she's done something naughty because she's takes her talkin' to like a champ and generally stops what ever it was. Temporarily at the very least.
Perhaps the best thing she's learned as of late is to help chant Hey! Hey! Ho! Ho! Scott Walker's got to go!
If someone says hey, hey! She'll go ho, ho! And sometimes if you ask her who has to go she'll give you a Scott Walker only it sounds more like Sot Walkeh! She gets the got to go part at times too. She's a smart girl learning to dislike that terrible human.
I'm sorry but the man has won douche of the year and it's only March. That takes talent. He's not right. Nope. Not right. It's all in the approach Mr. Governor and your approach is terrible. Terrible which starts with t that rhymes with gee as in Gee, we're in trouble if your budget repair bill and budget goes through as is because apparently you think public education isn't something to take seriously you fuck.
Whoa. Yeeeeah. Yeah sorry about that.
Ok. I think that's enough for now. And no. I didn't proof this.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Keeping the mind sharp
Some people like to ward off the mental cobwebs with sudoku, word finds or crosswords. I am not one of those people (though who am I kidding, I do love me a crossword!) Instead I like to play a game that's one part creepy, two parts detective and three parts fun. I call it the Who's Zooming Who game.
I've played it in the past and have had a ball with it.It's easy to play. All you do is try to figure out if people are dating/doing it. Generally it really isn't that hard and the game is over in a few days. But the current game I'm in, oh, let me tell you. I have had to pull out all the stops. Well, ok, not really but it's been a difficult one to figure out. I think I've been playing this current round for about a month and I'm still unable to figure it out. But I have learned today that I will get a surefire answer in a few weeks if all goes as planned but I kind of want to figure it out on my own. I want to know, I really do but a part of me doesn't. I don't know if I'll be disappointed or relieved once this game is over. A big part of me doesn't not want the two subjects to be zooming so I'm afraid of the let down if the big piece of the puzzle comes through and they are in fact two becoming one. But then a part of me will be ok with that because then I can move on and start a whole new game, I'm Going to Screw with You because I Know. It too will be a fun game to play.
Never before has two subjects- whom we will refer to as Taylor and Riley because they are both unisex names (could be two dudes, could be two girls, could be one of each!)- made the game so tough for me. I know for a fact Riley has someone in their life. I know it. Riley speaks out it often. Taylor? Not a clue. Taylor and Riley can be seen hanging together while on breaks. But then again Taylor also sometimes hangs with me while on breaks. I have it from one unreliable source that the two are indeed in a relationship. I can't believe the source 100 percent because the source has a history of lying. Then there are things like Riley had a few days off, didn't go anywhere special like out of state but did spend it in another city. If it were me had I had a few days off and didn't have any plans I think I'd kick it with my man. I get nothing from Taylor. They are incredibly unhelpful in my game. But Taylor gives more away with subtle things with body language and buying habits. Yes. You are damn right I look at those!
The kicker will come in a few weeks. Then I will know for sure if, as I said, everything goes as planned. I will have a final answer to this great game. Then depending on the answer I get to start on my new game which might be equally satisfying.
I should start charting my findings. It might make things more clear and easier to draw conclusions. It might make it more creepy. I'll have to think about that.
I've played it in the past and have had a ball with it.It's easy to play. All you do is try to figure out if people are dating/doing it. Generally it really isn't that hard and the game is over in a few days. But the current game I'm in, oh, let me tell you. I have had to pull out all the stops. Well, ok, not really but it's been a difficult one to figure out. I think I've been playing this current round for about a month and I'm still unable to figure it out. But I have learned today that I will get a surefire answer in a few weeks if all goes as planned but I kind of want to figure it out on my own. I want to know, I really do but a part of me doesn't. I don't know if I'll be disappointed or relieved once this game is over. A big part of me doesn't not want the two subjects to be zooming so I'm afraid of the let down if the big piece of the puzzle comes through and they are in fact two becoming one. But then a part of me will be ok with that because then I can move on and start a whole new game, I'm Going to Screw with You because I Know. It too will be a fun game to play.
Never before has two subjects- whom we will refer to as Taylor and Riley because they are both unisex names (could be two dudes, could be two girls, could be one of each!)- made the game so tough for me. I know for a fact Riley has someone in their life. I know it. Riley speaks out it often. Taylor? Not a clue. Taylor and Riley can be seen hanging together while on breaks. But then again Taylor also sometimes hangs with me while on breaks. I have it from one unreliable source that the two are indeed in a relationship. I can't believe the source 100 percent because the source has a history of lying. Then there are things like Riley had a few days off, didn't go anywhere special like out of state but did spend it in another city. If it were me had I had a few days off and didn't have any plans I think I'd kick it with my man. I get nothing from Taylor. They are incredibly unhelpful in my game. But Taylor gives more away with subtle things with body language and buying habits. Yes. You are damn right I look at those!
The kicker will come in a few weeks. Then I will know for sure if, as I said, everything goes as planned. I will have a final answer to this great game. Then depending on the answer I get to start on my new game which might be equally satisfying.
I should start charting my findings. It might make things more clear and easier to draw conclusions. It might make it more creepy. I'll have to think about that.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Just a Matter of Policy
Oh world. I would like to inform you of a certain courtesy when shopping towards the close of business:
Get the frack out of the store at closing time. Or at the very least get in line when you hear that announcement that say "Oh hey there people. Yeah we're closed to you need to come to the check out now."
If a place closes at 11 that does not mean since you're in the store you get to stay as long as you wish. Oh hell no. It closes at 11. That means you need to have your pretty little ass out the doors at that time.
It doesn't mean you can wander the aisle looking for all that you need. Nope, uh uh, no sir-ee.
Last night I had some peach of a woman get pissy because she couldn't stay and shop. She strolled in 5 to closing and I was walking the front checking the aisle so I told her nicely that we were closing in 5 to which she exclaimed "What?! I thought you closed at midnight! Oh what am I going to do?! Oh I'll be fast." She was nice then and I thought that hey maybe she will be out of here quick.
Cut to ten minutes later and she's still out there. A few minutes later the manager rounded her up and oh was she pissy then. "I didn't know you closed at 11!" Bullshit lady I just told you we did. Then she had to be difficult. She got all defensive over her coupon that was only supposed to be used at a different store so to shut her the hell up I took it. Then she was all "Oh I'm not going to shop here anymore. I didn't know you closed."
Cry me a river, princess. You were told. You got the same five minute warning everyone gets. Then you got to shop past close. I don't care if you didn't know the hours were different. It's only been that way for a few years.
I don't know where people get off being such jags. I want to go to where they work and wait until it's time for them to go home and then make them wait on me or whatever. Oh what's that? Oh it's time to go home? Ooooh yeah no not so much see it's still 5 and I'm pretty certain your hours are 9-5 and not 9-4:59 so I can still be helped until 5 and if we go over, then well we go over.
Buttheads. The whole lot of them. Buttheads. It would be a little different if the people were a little apologetic if they were in there late but no. Most of the time they are in fact buttheads. Snotty, pissy, little punks that need to pull their collective heads out of their asses.
There. I feel a little better. Not a ton but at least I got that off my chest.
While I hate it when people stay late a little bit of me likes it because then I get to make my closed announcement which is fun. And then if that doesn't work I get to start to boot people. And oh that's a joy! It really is.
Ah the little things. They make the day better.
Get the frack out of the store at closing time. Or at the very least get in line when you hear that announcement that say "Oh hey there people. Yeah we're closed to you need to come to the check out now."
If a place closes at 11 that does not mean since you're in the store you get to stay as long as you wish. Oh hell no. It closes at 11. That means you need to have your pretty little ass out the doors at that time.
It doesn't mean you can wander the aisle looking for all that you need. Nope, uh uh, no sir-ee.
Last night I had some peach of a woman get pissy because she couldn't stay and shop. She strolled in 5 to closing and I was walking the front checking the aisle so I told her nicely that we were closing in 5 to which she exclaimed "What?! I thought you closed at midnight! Oh what am I going to do?! Oh I'll be fast." She was nice then and I thought that hey maybe she will be out of here quick.
Cut to ten minutes later and she's still out there. A few minutes later the manager rounded her up and oh was she pissy then. "I didn't know you closed at 11!" Bullshit lady I just told you we did. Then she had to be difficult. She got all defensive over her coupon that was only supposed to be used at a different store so to shut her the hell up I took it. Then she was all "Oh I'm not going to shop here anymore. I didn't know you closed."
Cry me a river, princess. You were told. You got the same five minute warning everyone gets. Then you got to shop past close. I don't care if you didn't know the hours were different. It's only been that way for a few years.
I don't know where people get off being such jags. I want to go to where they work and wait until it's time for them to go home and then make them wait on me or whatever. Oh what's that? Oh it's time to go home? Ooooh yeah no not so much see it's still 5 and I'm pretty certain your hours are 9-5 and not 9-4:59 so I can still be helped until 5 and if we go over, then well we go over.
Buttheads. The whole lot of them. Buttheads. It would be a little different if the people were a little apologetic if they were in there late but no. Most of the time they are in fact buttheads. Snotty, pissy, little punks that need to pull their collective heads out of their asses.
There. I feel a little better. Not a ton but at least I got that off my chest.
While I hate it when people stay late a little bit of me likes it because then I get to make my closed announcement which is fun. And then if that doesn't work I get to start to boot people. And oh that's a joy! It really is.
Ah the little things. They make the day better.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Song O' the Day
Because I love fitting songs, this is my favorite song today.
"What Are You Looking For?"
-By: Sick Puppies
I walk the line of the disappointed
I celebrate when I'm in pain
My heart and mind can be disjointed
I built a bed in this hole I made
I recognize that I'm damaged
I sympathize that you are too
But I wanna breathe without feelin' so self-conscious
But it's hard when the world's starin' at you
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you working for
What are you searching for
Love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love
You join the line of the getting richer
You keep your pace but it's movin' slow
You are defined by all that you have hoarded
But you're surprised it doesn't fill up the hole.
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you coping for
What are you hoping for
Love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love
I'll never be what I see on the TV screen
I just keep dreaming of what I'm never gonna be
I can't think of a better way to waste my time then try
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you hurtin' for
What are you searching for
Love love love love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love love love love
You won't be thinkin' of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what are you workin' for,
What are you waitin' for
"What Are You Looking For?"
-By: Sick Puppies
I walk the line of the disappointed
I celebrate when I'm in pain
My heart and mind can be disjointed
I built a bed in this hole I made
I recognize that I'm damaged
I sympathize that you are too
But I wanna breathe without feelin' so self-conscious
But it's hard when the world's starin' at you
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you working for
What are you searching for
Love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love
You join the line of the getting richer
You keep your pace but it's movin' slow
You are defined by all that you have hoarded
But you're surprised it doesn't fill up the hole.
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you coping for
What are you hoping for
Love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love
I'll never be what I see on the TV screen
I just keep dreaming of what I'm never gonna be
I can't think of a better way to waste my time then try
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you hurtin' for
What are you searching for
Love love love love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love love love love
You won't be thinkin' of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what are you workin' for,
What are you waitin' for
Let Down
I think there's two things that I beat myself up over the most. When I make myself seem foolish or stupid and when I disappoint myself.
It's one thing for another person to disappoint me. It's a fact of life. People disappoint. It's going to happen. But it is so different if it's someone else doing the disappointing then if I'm the one I disappoint. It is so much worse. It's that way because in damn near every instance a part of me has doubt. A part of me is second guessing but the rest of me is steaming full-throttle ahead. And then when that bitter moment of disappointment happens the little part of me that was hung from the start pipes up and I just want to scream. I should have known better. I knew from the start that this could happen but I just had to continue.
It's terrible. I don't like it one bit yet here it's happened and it'll continue to happen. That's just the way things go. It wouldn't be nearly as fun to play it safe all the time but in moments like these I wish I had.
This is why I don't like to make a big deal out of things. To get excited over things. I hate the let down. I hate feeling one minute on top of the world, thinking about all the potential, the future what could be and then the next minute-boom- let down.
Aye. Whatever.
It's one thing for another person to disappoint me. It's a fact of life. People disappoint. It's going to happen. But it is so different if it's someone else doing the disappointing then if I'm the one I disappoint. It is so much worse. It's that way because in damn near every instance a part of me has doubt. A part of me is second guessing but the rest of me is steaming full-throttle ahead. And then when that bitter moment of disappointment happens the little part of me that was hung from the start pipes up and I just want to scream. I should have known better. I knew from the start that this could happen but I just had to continue.
It's terrible. I don't like it one bit yet here it's happened and it'll continue to happen. That's just the way things go. It wouldn't be nearly as fun to play it safe all the time but in moments like these I wish I had.
This is why I don't like to make a big deal out of things. To get excited over things. I hate the let down. I hate feeling one minute on top of the world, thinking about all the potential, the future what could be and then the next minute-boom- let down.
Aye. Whatever.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
A Soliloquy on Snow
I hail from a land where snow falls an average of 50 inches a year. It is nothing new nor is it nothing old that the flurries fly here quite often once the calendar turns past October.
Why is it then in this day and age that when the forecast calls for more then an inch or two people flock to the store like we'll all be home bound for months after the first inch accumulates?
Certain things I can understand the need to get with a snow storm on the horizon. Filling up the car before it starts to fall is alright since you never know if you'll get stuck or how long the commute might be. But groceries?! Come on now. Do a lot of people honestly not have enough supplies to make it through the day they might be stuck in the house? Or at the very most two days?
I can't recall a storm where we've been stuck at home for more then a day. We might not have gone out for two days but had we needed to we could have. And I grew up in the country! The roads were never plowed before 10 a.m.on days following a storm if we were lucky.
And with the rush of people snow brings on comes lines. Oh lines. Long, long, long lines which I have to deal with. Lines that honest to god give me nightmares at night. Lines that I have no control of and try my best to combat but they remain. And people get bitchy with me! With me for the lines because everybody needs to stock up for five inches in the off chance they're snowed in for 14 hours. I'd love to tell people that we can't predict weather. That I'm sorry but there's more then enough cashiers open on a normal day but since Jack Frost decided to precipitate everybody is going buck wild.
Aye. I love snow but I hate it. I love the first snowfall. It's romantic especially at night. I love snow in street lights. I love how quite it makes things. I hate how it makes people buttheads.
Why is it then in this day and age that when the forecast calls for more then an inch or two people flock to the store like we'll all be home bound for months after the first inch accumulates?
Certain things I can understand the need to get with a snow storm on the horizon. Filling up the car before it starts to fall is alright since you never know if you'll get stuck or how long the commute might be. But groceries?! Come on now. Do a lot of people honestly not have enough supplies to make it through the day they might be stuck in the house? Or at the very most two days?
I can't recall a storm where we've been stuck at home for more then a day. We might not have gone out for two days but had we needed to we could have. And I grew up in the country! The roads were never plowed before 10 a.m.on days following a storm if we were lucky.
And with the rush of people snow brings on comes lines. Oh lines. Long, long, long lines which I have to deal with. Lines that honest to god give me nightmares at night. Lines that I have no control of and try my best to combat but they remain. And people get bitchy with me! With me for the lines because everybody needs to stock up for five inches in the off chance they're snowed in for 14 hours. I'd love to tell people that we can't predict weather. That I'm sorry but there's more then enough cashiers open on a normal day but since Jack Frost decided to precipitate everybody is going buck wild.
Aye. I love snow but I hate it. I love the first snowfall. It's romantic especially at night. I love snow in street lights. I love how quite it makes things. I hate how it makes people buttheads.
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