Does anyone know anything about the software Photo Loader? When I got my digital camera, it came with the software Photo Loader to copy the photos from my camera onto my computer. Today, I went to do that and after it starts (or attempts to start) copying the files, it gives me this error message: An error occurred while writing library. Proccess will be aborted.
I tried uninstalling and reinstalling the software, but that didn't do anything. I'm wondering if it has something to do with the date stamp, the last time I uploaded photos to my computer, they were stamped January and February of 2006, instead of September and October of 2008. I changed the stamp on my camera, and renamed the folders in my computer, but I'm wondering if for some reason, Photo Loader isn't able to process past August of this year, kinda like how everyone thought the computers would mess up when we switched over to 2000.
Any help would be greatly appreciated. If it makes a difference, my camera is a Casion Exilim Optical 3x, I run Windows XP on my computer and the software is Photo Loader 2.3
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
More updates in my apt
I envy the guys in my living room.
My living room ceiling has been sagging for awhile, and lately if you push on it, it moves quite a bit. So, mom hired someone to rip out the old ceiling (plaster attached to lathe boards, they're not pulling off the lathe), and put up a new ceiling, (drywall), and paint the ceiling. The guys got here this morning and pulled off the old ceiling, now it sounds like their measuring, cutting and putting up the new drywall.
How come my mom always hires people to do the fun stuff, and all I get to do is paint? She hired Kevin and I to paint the stairs last summer, because of the crappy winter and all the ice we got last year, we had to retouch the steps, so she asked me to paint our north ones. I got to sand and varnish windows, paint my bedroom door (which I didn't need), she asked me to scrape and paint the porch floor, the railing and the spindles on the railing, and she's asked me to paint some benches.
I wanted to rip out the walls in the old bathroom, I want to rip out the ceiling in my living room. I'm pretty sure I could do it. Yeah, I'd have to be careful around the corners where the ceiling meets the wall with the old wallpaper and stuff, but it's not that hard. Why pay someone else when I could do it (especially after she's all wary of people being in the house when we're not here).
GUYS GET ALL THE FUN STUFF :(
My living room ceiling has been sagging for awhile, and lately if you push on it, it moves quite a bit. So, mom hired someone to rip out the old ceiling (plaster attached to lathe boards, they're not pulling off the lathe), and put up a new ceiling, (drywall), and paint the ceiling. The guys got here this morning and pulled off the old ceiling, now it sounds like their measuring, cutting and putting up the new drywall.
How come my mom always hires people to do the fun stuff, and all I get to do is paint? She hired Kevin and I to paint the stairs last summer, because of the crappy winter and all the ice we got last year, we had to retouch the steps, so she asked me to paint our north ones. I got to sand and varnish windows, paint my bedroom door (which I didn't need), she asked me to scrape and paint the porch floor, the railing and the spindles on the railing, and she's asked me to paint some benches.
I wanted to rip out the walls in the old bathroom, I want to rip out the ceiling in my living room. I'm pretty sure I could do it. Yeah, I'd have to be careful around the corners where the ceiling meets the wall with the old wallpaper and stuff, but it's not that hard. Why pay someone else when I could do it (especially after she's all wary of people being in the house when we're not here).
GUYS GET ALL THE FUN STUFF :(
Friday, October 17, 2008
How annoying is this? I listen to a radio station that usually has 80's Friday Nights, from 7:00pm until Midnight. I look forward to Friday night all week for these. Now, I find out, they changed it so it only goes until 10:00PM. Now, they have some talk program about what's going on in "stars" lives. Like that's any better than relaxing to great music destressing from the week. As if I give a damn about movie stars lives.
2 Annoyances and 1 good thing in my life
I may be upgrading something in my life soon. I'll let you all know when I get it.
UGH!! My dad just called asking if I wanted to earn some money, when I asked doing what, he said cleaning up leaves. Apparently they got a quote from someone else and decided I could earn that much doing it. Thank you sooo very much for thinking of me, but no thanks. Which is pretty much what I said, to which he replied, when do you want to work on it. I'm so glad my word means nothing to my parents. It's really nice to know.
Also, I had decided to go with them to Hawaii this winter, but since the stock market sucks so much, we're not going anymore. Paying for 4 people to go down there is pretty expensive, I bet paying for 3 people to go to Rome last year was pretty expensive too, and going on a cruise 2 years ago in July for 2 people was pretty expensive too, but you guys didn't think that much in the future about money. So, when I finally decide to go on vacation with you, we can't do it.
UGH!! My dad just called asking if I wanted to earn some money, when I asked doing what, he said cleaning up leaves. Apparently they got a quote from someone else and decided I could earn that much doing it. Thank you sooo very much for thinking of me, but no thanks. Which is pretty much what I said, to which he replied, when do you want to work on it. I'm so glad my word means nothing to my parents. It's really nice to know.
Also, I had decided to go with them to Hawaii this winter, but since the stock market sucks so much, we're not going anymore. Paying for 4 people to go down there is pretty expensive, I bet paying for 3 people to go to Rome last year was pretty expensive too, and going on a cruise 2 years ago in July for 2 people was pretty expensive too, but you guys didn't think that much in the future about money. So, when I finally decide to go on vacation with you, we can't do it.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
All night long
Here's a question for y'all, do you get nervous talking to really hott people?
So, I'm on a bread pudding kick. I love bread pudding, and some of the restaurants that have it here, are cutting it out of their menu, so I decided that in order to really get good pudding, I'd have to make it myself, I've been saying that for a couple months. Well, my grandmother's 90-something birthday party is on Sunday, and when we were planning it out in September, I said I'd make bread pudding and bring it. My mother said I needed to try 3 recipes and figure out the best one. I made one recipe a couple weeks after that, and got all bummed that it didn't turn out too well. Sunday, mom brings me 3 more recipes and a gift card to Fareway for $25.00. I looked at all my recipes, decided what I needed and went and bought stuff today.
I made a 2nd attempt today, and barely got it out of the oven before I had to run off to work. I did taste it, and it tasted pretty good even without the Rum sauce they suggest serving it with. I also prepared a 3rd one and it's waiting in my fridge to be cooked when I get home.
I'm gonna post the recipes on here, so other people can enjoy them. I'm also gonna tell you what went wrong (it's a given something will go wrong, it always does when I'm cooking)
FIRST ATTEMPT:
Cinnamon Peach Bread Pudding
8 slices white bread
1 Tablespoon + 1 teaspoon margarine
2 Tablespoons peach spreadable fruit spread
1 1/3 cups skim milk
2 eggs
2 Tablespoons sugar
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Toast bread. Spread with margarine and peach spreadable fruit. Cube bread. Pour skim milk into 4-cup glass measure. Scald, but DO NOT BOIL MILK in microwave about 4 to 7 minutes on HIGH. Let cool. In a large bowl, stir eggs with a wire whisk. Add sugar, cinnamon and vanilla extrat. Stir in scalded milk. Mix well to combine. Add bread. Mix well. Let set about 10 minutes for bread to absorb milk. Pour into an 8-by-8 inch microwave-safe baking dish. Bake at 50% or MEDIUM power in microwave for about 10 minutes.
(from Healthy Exchanges Cookbook by JoAnna M. Lund, page 187)
I felt that peach should not go with bread pudding, so I eliminated that. By doing that, the pudding was a little bland. Kevin suggested I dump some apple pie filling in the next recipe, so I bought some.
SECOND ATTEMPT:
Donut Bread Pudding
1 (14-ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
2 (4 1/2-ounce) cans fruit cocktail, with their juice
2 eggs, beaten
Pinch salt
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
24 donuts, cut into cubes (recommended: Krispuy Kreme)
Butter Rum Sauce
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together all ingredients except for the donut cubes and Butter Rum Sauce. Add the donut cubes and toss until they have absorbed as much of the liquid as possible. Pour the mixture into a casserole dish and bake for one hour. Serve with Butter Rum Sauce.
Butter Rum Sauce
1 stick butter
1 (1 pound) box confectioners' sugar
Dark Rum
In a saucepan, melt butter and gradually stir in the confectioner's sugar. Add rum and heat until bubbly. Pour over each serving of Donut Bread Pudding.
(from the food network, Paula Deen's recipe)
For this one, I used a store brand donuts, it still tastes good. But I found that 24 donuts were too many, by the time I got 12 donuts cubed and into my mixing bowl, all the liquid had been soaked up. Like I said, I haven't made the rum sauce yet, but looking at the recipe now, I wonder how much rum I'm supposed to put in.
THIRD ATTEMPT:
Rum Raisin Bread Pudding
3 cups milk
3 tablespoons butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
3 tablespoons rum
1/2 cup raisins
7 (1/2-inch) slices brioche bread, cubed or torn
4 eggs, beaten
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. In a large saucepan, add milk, butter, vanilla, cinnamon, brown sugar, rum and raisins and heat until war. simmer and stir until sugar dissolves. Into a large bowl add the cubed bread and pour in the hot milk mixture. Let sit for 30 minutes so the bread absorbs the milk. Add the beaten eggs to the bread and milk mixture and stir. Pour bread pudding into a buttered 1 1/2 quart baking dish and bake for 50 minutes.
(from food network, The Neely's recipe)
This one is sitting in my fridge waiting to be baked, I wonder if that will make the bread really soggy. HMMM. I learned to mix the ingredients first and then warm them on the stove, because that rum really boils over.
So, I'm on a bread pudding kick. I love bread pudding, and some of the restaurants that have it here, are cutting it out of their menu, so I decided that in order to really get good pudding, I'd have to make it myself, I've been saying that for a couple months. Well, my grandmother's 90-something birthday party is on Sunday, and when we were planning it out in September, I said I'd make bread pudding and bring it. My mother said I needed to try 3 recipes and figure out the best one. I made one recipe a couple weeks after that, and got all bummed that it didn't turn out too well. Sunday, mom brings me 3 more recipes and a gift card to Fareway for $25.00. I looked at all my recipes, decided what I needed and went and bought stuff today.
I made a 2nd attempt today, and barely got it out of the oven before I had to run off to work. I did taste it, and it tasted pretty good even without the Rum sauce they suggest serving it with. I also prepared a 3rd one and it's waiting in my fridge to be cooked when I get home.
I'm gonna post the recipes on here, so other people can enjoy them. I'm also gonna tell you what went wrong (it's a given something will go wrong, it always does when I'm cooking)
FIRST ATTEMPT:
Cinnamon Peach Bread Pudding
8 slices white bread
1 Tablespoon + 1 teaspoon margarine
2 Tablespoons peach spreadable fruit spread
1 1/3 cups skim milk
2 eggs
2 Tablespoons sugar
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Toast bread. Spread with margarine and peach spreadable fruit. Cube bread. Pour skim milk into 4-cup glass measure. Scald, but DO NOT BOIL MILK in microwave about 4 to 7 minutes on HIGH. Let cool. In a large bowl, stir eggs with a wire whisk. Add sugar, cinnamon and vanilla extrat. Stir in scalded milk. Mix well to combine. Add bread. Mix well. Let set about 10 minutes for bread to absorb milk. Pour into an 8-by-8 inch microwave-safe baking dish. Bake at 50% or MEDIUM power in microwave for about 10 minutes.
(from Healthy Exchanges Cookbook by JoAnna M. Lund, page 187)
I felt that peach should not go with bread pudding, so I eliminated that. By doing that, the pudding was a little bland. Kevin suggested I dump some apple pie filling in the next recipe, so I bought some.
SECOND ATTEMPT:
Donut Bread Pudding
1 (14-ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
2 (4 1/2-ounce) cans fruit cocktail, with their juice
2 eggs, beaten
Pinch salt
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
24 donuts, cut into cubes (recommended: Krispuy Kreme)
Butter Rum Sauce
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together all ingredients except for the donut cubes and Butter Rum Sauce. Add the donut cubes and toss until they have absorbed as much of the liquid as possible. Pour the mixture into a casserole dish and bake for one hour. Serve with Butter Rum Sauce.
Butter Rum Sauce
1 stick butter
1 (1 pound) box confectioners' sugar
Dark Rum
In a saucepan, melt butter and gradually stir in the confectioner's sugar. Add rum and heat until bubbly. Pour over each serving of Donut Bread Pudding.
(from the food network, Paula Deen's recipe)
For this one, I used a store brand donuts, it still tastes good. But I found that 24 donuts were too many, by the time I got 12 donuts cubed and into my mixing bowl, all the liquid had been soaked up. Like I said, I haven't made the rum sauce yet, but looking at the recipe now, I wonder how much rum I'm supposed to put in.
THIRD ATTEMPT:
Rum Raisin Bread Pudding
3 cups milk
3 tablespoons butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
3 tablespoons rum
1/2 cup raisins
7 (1/2-inch) slices brioche bread, cubed or torn
4 eggs, beaten
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. In a large saucepan, add milk, butter, vanilla, cinnamon, brown sugar, rum and raisins and heat until war. simmer and stir until sugar dissolves. Into a large bowl add the cubed bread and pour in the hot milk mixture. Let sit for 30 minutes so the bread absorbs the milk. Add the beaten eggs to the bread and milk mixture and stir. Pour bread pudding into a buttered 1 1/2 quart baking dish and bake for 50 minutes.
(from food network, The Neely's recipe)
This one is sitting in my fridge waiting to be baked, I wonder if that will make the bread really soggy. HMMM. I learned to mix the ingredients first and then warm them on the stove, because that rum really boils over.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
It's gonna end
It's so sad to see a show go into the ground. I was all ok to see the end of Supernatural with Dean being eaten by Hell hounds at the end of last season (ok, not OK, but I could handle the end, it kinda seemed fitting), but now that an "angel" has pulled him out of Hell because of the coming war between Lucifer and God, I know this show's gonna be ending soon.
When you add a war between good and bad, the show always goes to hell. I used to watch Joan of Arcadia and when they injected in the guy that was supposed to be against God and that a war was coming with Joan being the leader of the "troops", that show didn't come back for another season.
And Tru Calling when we decide there's an alternate force whose trying to keep the people dead, when Tru is trying to save them, and it ultimately becomes a war between them, that show came back for a very short 2nd season, I know it's on DVD but I've never seen it. It sure didn't last long after creating the War Between Good And Evil.
It never works, and it really sucks to watch as people ruin a show.
We all know I love those boys and that sweet Impala, but I guess I'm gonna have to find me a good job (working on it) and buy all 3 seasons on DVD, cause that's the only way I'm gonna be able to see them soon.
When you add a war between good and bad, the show always goes to hell. I used to watch Joan of Arcadia and when they injected in the guy that was supposed to be against God and that a war was coming with Joan being the leader of the "troops", that show didn't come back for another season.
And Tru Calling when we decide there's an alternate force whose trying to keep the people dead, when Tru is trying to save them, and it ultimately becomes a war between them, that show came back for a very short 2nd season, I know it's on DVD but I've never seen it. It sure didn't last long after creating the War Between Good And Evil.
It never works, and it really sucks to watch as people ruin a show.
We all know I love those boys and that sweet Impala, but I guess I'm gonna have to find me a good job (working on it) and buy all 3 seasons on DVD, cause that's the only way I'm gonna be able to see them soon.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Accessories for life
Taken from the book: Swim Naked, Defy Gravity & 99 other Essential Things to Accomplis Before Turning 30. by Colleen Rush
For the ladies: how many things have you done before turning 30 (or whatever age you are now)? I've bolded the ones I've done (good thing I have 5 years to get the rest done).
Swim naked.
Break all of your parents’ arbitrary rules.
Grow something.
Dump toxic friends.
Speak a foreign language.
Buy a kick-ass mattress.
Draw and frame a self-portrait.
Stop chronic over-apologizing.
Create your own sisterhood.
Travel solo.
Develop a Plan B.
Know your friends’ family tree.
Embrace your inner eight-year-old.
Read: Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom by Christiane Northrup, M.D.
Build a raging campfire.
Make the first move.
Know the other mouth-to-mouth.
Be your own muse.
Master a signature recipe.
Quit something.
Find the perfect red lipstick.
Negotiate for something expensive.
Google yourself.
Hold your booze.
Track down your best friend from kindergarten.
Masturbate.
Write a complaint letter.
Claim your granny panties.
Make brownies from scratch.
Exercise the words “like” and “you know” from your vocabulary.
Find your religion.
Write thank-you notes for everything.
Perfect you’re A.M. stretch.
Declare your birthday a national holiday.
Stock an emergency disaster kit.
Accept compliments.
Minimize pointless drama.
Unplug your TV for awhile.
Dye your hair an outrageous color.
Invest in seriously frivolous undies.
Own your mistakes.
Take your hobby more seriously than your job.
Talk to strangers.
Get health insurance.
Hook up something high tech by yourself.
Live through a blind date.
Be a gracious guest.
Escape creeps and kick criminal ass.
Invest in earplugs.
Lose your virginity. Again.
Know your blood type.
Confront someone who’s done you wrong.
Walk in heels.
Write a body manifesto.
Watch the sun rise and set on the same day by yourself.
Disagree. Out loud.
Memorize your ring size.
Have a mantra.
Research your family’s medical history.
Do it somewhere risky.
Open a bottle of champagne.
Make more money than you spend.
be a nudist for a day.
Adopt an awkward teenager.
Eat soy.
Dress for longevity.
Kick one habit.
Defy gravity. (meaning get a great bra)
Own a cashmere sweater.
Use a great dermo.
Get over yourself.
Sleep in a hammock.
Own a toolbox with all the basics.
Jettison your “skinny” jeans.
Collect correspondence with friends.
Get a massage.
Memorize your favorite smells. Surround yourself with them.
Fall in love (or lust) without blowing off your friends.
Dub the “Greatest Hits” from your childhood.
Care about where your food comes from.
Fly first class.
Cultivate your own style.
Carry something to read, a notebook, and a pen at all times.
Forgive your parents.
Be a dork.
Stop slamming other women.
Get waxed down there.
Adopt another motherland.
Tell someone your deepest darkest secret.
Make a killer cocktail.
Read your old diaries.
Tie a few knots.
Have your fortune told.
Cry often.
Give yourself flowers.
Stop looking for a soul mate.
Give props to a teacher.
Learn how not to be a flake.
Give yourself a make-under.
Be notorious for something.
Bounce back.
For the ladies: how many things have you done before turning 30 (or whatever age you are now)? I've bolded the ones I've done (good thing I have 5 years to get the rest done).
Swim naked.
Break all of your parents’ arbitrary rules.
Grow something.
Dump toxic friends.
Speak a foreign language.
Buy a kick-ass mattress.
Draw and frame a self-portrait.
Stop chronic over-apologizing.
Create your own sisterhood.
Travel solo.
Develop a Plan B.
Know your friends’ family tree.
Embrace your inner eight-year-old.
Read: Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom by Christiane Northrup, M.D.
Build a raging campfire.
Make the first move.
Know the other mouth-to-mouth.
Be your own muse.
Master a signature recipe.
Quit something.
Find the perfect red lipstick.
Negotiate for something expensive.
Google yourself.
Hold your booze.
Track down your best friend from kindergarten.
Masturbate.
Write a complaint letter.
Claim your granny panties.
Make brownies from scratch.
Exercise the words “like” and “you know” from your vocabulary.
Find your religion.
Write thank-you notes for everything.
Perfect you’re A.M. stretch.
Declare your birthday a national holiday.
Stock an emergency disaster kit.
Accept compliments.
Minimize pointless drama.
Unplug your TV for awhile.
Dye your hair an outrageous color.
Invest in seriously frivolous undies.
Own your mistakes.
Take your hobby more seriously than your job.
Talk to strangers.
Get health insurance.
Hook up something high tech by yourself.
Live through a blind date.
Be a gracious guest.
Escape creeps and kick criminal ass.
Invest in earplugs.
Lose your virginity. Again.
Know your blood type.
Confront someone who’s done you wrong.
Walk in heels.
Write a body manifesto.
Watch the sun rise and set on the same day by yourself.
Disagree. Out loud.
Memorize your ring size.
Have a mantra.
Research your family’s medical history.
Do it somewhere risky.
Open a bottle of champagne.
Make more money than you spend.
be a nudist for a day.
Adopt an awkward teenager.
Eat soy.
Dress for longevity.
Kick one habit.
Defy gravity. (meaning get a great bra)
Own a cashmere sweater.
Use a great dermo.
Get over yourself.
Sleep in a hammock.
Own a toolbox with all the basics.
Jettison your “skinny” jeans.
Collect correspondence with friends.
Get a massage.
Memorize your favorite smells. Surround yourself with them.
Fall in love (or lust) without blowing off your friends.
Dub the “Greatest Hits” from your childhood.
Care about where your food comes from.
Fly first class.
Cultivate your own style.
Carry something to read, a notebook, and a pen at all times.
Forgive your parents.
Be a dork.
Stop slamming other women.
Get waxed down there.
Adopt another motherland.
Tell someone your deepest darkest secret.
Make a killer cocktail.
Read your old diaries.
Tie a few knots.
Have your fortune told.
Cry often.
Give yourself flowers.
Stop looking for a soul mate.
Give props to a teacher.
Learn how not to be a flake.
Give yourself a make-under.
Be notorious for something.
Bounce back.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I need a little help here...
I hate my feet. Most people have one foot slightly larger than the other, mine are like that, only my right foot is a whole size larger than my left foot. So, I have to buy shoes in 8's, I was wondering if anyone knew of anyway (other than buying a 7 and and 8 size shoe) that I could help my left foot not be so small in size 8 shoes.
I've been looking for flats, because as I'm working constantly at the games store, I was hoping for a selection of shoes in the winter other than my black dressyish boots. So, I bought a pair of really cute blue flats yesterday at Walmart. My problem (ok I have more than one) they're wide, my feet are pretty narrow. That isn't quite a big deal for my bigger foot, by my smaller foot just slides around in the shoe. I've tried heavier socks, and other than wearing a big heavy wool sock on the smaller foot that doesn't help. I'm considering going back and buying the same shoe in size 7 for the smaller foot, because they are soo cute.
I've been looking for flats, because as I'm working constantly at the games store, I was hoping for a selection of shoes in the winter other than my black dressyish boots. So, I bought a pair of really cute blue flats yesterday at Walmart. My problem (ok I have more than one) they're wide, my feet are pretty narrow. That isn't quite a big deal for my bigger foot, by my smaller foot just slides around in the shoe. I've tried heavier socks, and other than wearing a big heavy wool sock on the smaller foot that doesn't help. I'm considering going back and buying the same shoe in size 7 for the smaller foot, because they are soo cute.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Question
If you overheard a cop saying this, what would your reaction be?
"Drunk people are going to drive, and they're going to get into crashes, and they're going to kill people, and there's nothing we can do about that"
(No a direct quote, overheard by someone who heard someone else reiterating a story)
"Drunk people are going to drive, and they're going to get into crashes, and they're going to kill people, and there's nothing we can do about that"
(No a direct quote, overheard by someone who heard someone else reiterating a story)
I must complain.
I know it probably won't make any difference to the higher-up people on the channel for one lowly TV viewer to stop watching, but I'm still complaining.
On most evenings, I have to work at 5pm, so I sit and watch a half hour of Reba on KCWI before leaving for work at 4:30, but today, they massively, changed their schedule. I have no desire to watch The Wayans Brothers. So, I commented on their website and told them I wouldn't be watching them in my free time anymore. Screw it, I don't have to watch the crappy movies on Saturday afternoons, or the random show on any given day of the week. I will only be tuning in for 3 shows now. Hell, I may even just watch my shows online, but not through their website.
That's the first time I actually go so pissed at a channel that I complained. But I guess we just don't wanna continue the good-natured humor of Reba in the afternoon. Oh well, it won't take much for me not to watch TV. I might get some things done in my life.
Oh, and please cross your fingers that I get this Executive Secretary job with the Correctional Department here.
On most evenings, I have to work at 5pm, so I sit and watch a half hour of Reba on KCWI before leaving for work at 4:30, but today, they massively, changed their schedule. I have no desire to watch The Wayans Brothers. So, I commented on their website and told them I wouldn't be watching them in my free time anymore. Screw it, I don't have to watch the crappy movies on Saturday afternoons, or the random show on any given day of the week. I will only be tuning in for 3 shows now. Hell, I may even just watch my shows online, but not through their website.
That's the first time I actually go so pissed at a channel that I complained. But I guess we just don't wanna continue the good-natured humor of Reba in the afternoon. Oh well, it won't take much for me not to watch TV. I might get some things done in my life.
Oh, and please cross your fingers that I get this Executive Secretary job with the Correctional Department here.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I don't like to hear I'm wrong when I'm right
This morning, I would've asked y'all what the deal was with guys and guns. Well, Kevin took me shooting this afternoon, now I get it. I'm not quite as gung-ho as he is, but I get why it's so cool.
He went to a gun show in DM yesterday and bought himself an AR15, so he was giddy all last night and today. So me, him, and his roommate went out shooting today. I got to shoot his roommate's .22 and that got me all giddy, especially after hitting a clothespin after aiming at it the first time. I also got to shoot through a couple shotgun shells, unfortunately I got those after about 4 shoots, but I'm still excited about it. I wish I had taken my camera and gotten a picture of me shooting. I also asked Kevin if I could have one for Christmas (have to hide that from my mom, I'd probably get kicked out of the house for having a gun).
So, yeah, it was a good day. (And if anyone's thinking about breaking into Kevin's house, he is VERY heavily armed)
He went to a gun show in DM yesterday and bought himself an AR15, so he was giddy all last night and today. So me, him, and his roommate went out shooting today. I got to shoot his roommate's .22 and that got me all giddy, especially after hitting a clothespin after aiming at it the first time. I also got to shoot through a couple shotgun shells, unfortunately I got those after about 4 shoots, but I'm still excited about it. I wish I had taken my camera and gotten a picture of me shooting. I also asked Kevin if I could have one for Christmas (have to hide that from my mom, I'd probably get kicked out of the house for having a gun).
So, yeah, it was a good day. (And if anyone's thinking about breaking into Kevin's house, he is VERY heavily armed)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Welcome to the party
So, last week was busy as hell. Worked 8 - 4 at the book store, and then Tues, Thurs and Fri worked 5-8 at the games store. Got off from the book store, hurried across the street, caught the bus, got off by the games store, bought my pop, went into the back of the games store, changed my clothes, ate my supper and had about half hour break before working the 3 hours.
I was beyond tired every night after getting home. Saturday I slept in til 10AM, which for me is majorly sleeping in. I liked the work, don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed it, it was just really tiring. Sure didn't like getting up at 6:30 every day, catching the 7:45 bus and getting to work where it was dead for about 1.5 hrs, but I really enjoyed working there. On Friday, the credit/debit service went down, so we were just running people through who were paying with cash and check. Then to reboot the system, we shut all the registers down (there's about 15 in the whole store) and were working on one register in the whole store. It was a portable register and was on a totally different system. It was like that for about 45 minutes. Personally I thought it was fun, no one else shared my sentiment.
Yesterday, being Labor Day, both Kevin and I were off, so we went to see the windmill farm, those wind things are HUGE. Then we went over to the Ledges and wandered through there. The road's still closed as they haven't scraped off the road, it's covered in 2-3 inches of mud at least all on the bottom road. It was interesting to see what had been cleared away by the flooding and how the creek had changed.
I was beyond tired every night after getting home. Saturday I slept in til 10AM, which for me is majorly sleeping in. I liked the work, don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed it, it was just really tiring. Sure didn't like getting up at 6:30 every day, catching the 7:45 bus and getting to work where it was dead for about 1.5 hrs, but I really enjoyed working there. On Friday, the credit/debit service went down, so we were just running people through who were paying with cash and check. Then to reboot the system, we shut all the registers down (there's about 15 in the whole store) and were working on one register in the whole store. It was a portable register and was on a totally different system. It was like that for about 45 minutes. Personally I thought it was fun, no one else shared my sentiment.
Yesterday, being Labor Day, both Kevin and I were off, so we went to see the windmill farm, those wind things are HUGE. Then we went over to the Ledges and wandered through there. The road's still closed as they haven't scraped off the road, it's covered in 2-3 inches of mud at least all on the bottom road. It was interesting to see what had been cleared away by the flooding and how the creek had changed.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I don't think you know
I got the job at the bookstore, and I'm ecstatically happy about it.
I have magnetic poetry on my door (it's a steel door), and sometimes I like to put messages up where I hope certain people will find them. Last night, I stuck the message up "my ma thinks I'm a failure" today she came up and talked to me about going to Okoboji (I won't be going this year because of jobs), money (typical) though she wasn't yelling about me about the porch floor (thank God), surprisingly. Anyways, after she left my dad came up wanting me to look at some things with him, so after locking my door to go downstairs, I notice my mom changed the message to "u must expect from yourself! failure never" What the hell does she know about what I expect? I expect stuff from myself and I meet those expectations, but I guess since I don't expect the same things that she does, I don't expect anything from myself. What the hell does she even know about me? It's not like she takes the time to learn about me, and when I do share things, it always seems she's got some way to knock those things down, or put me down.
Now, I'm pretty sure she doesn't think I'm a failure, but if she would act toward me that she doesn't that would be really nice. Following my brother, who got out of college in 4 years (I took 4.5) knew exactly what he wanted when he went in (I was accepted into the Design College, switched to the Business College before starting, and ended up getting a Bachelor of Science in Criminology and Sociology from the Liberal Arts and Sciences College), got himself a great paying job when he got done (I still haven't), is living on the 19th floor of an apartment building in Chicago with a view of the lake (I'm renting from my parents), making nice money (I'm barely making enough to pay my bills), and knows what he wants to do with his life if he doesn't he's sure putting up a nice facade (me I have no idea and I show it every day). I'd love for my parents to harp on him about not having a girlfriend, and praise me for having a boyfriend (and someone I would love to spend the rest of my life with, they don't know that part though). But I never hear anything bad about him, all the disappointment is about my life and my lack of a job and my lack of money.
If I went their direction, and stayed in business and somehow made the grades to graduate and get a good job, I guarantee I would be very miserable, I wouldn't have met Kevin (I know that for sure), and he is a huge part of why I'm happy with my life.
I love telling people that I don't care what my mom thinks, but it still hurts when I let her down (if I didn't truly care, it wouldn't make a difference). I think somewhere deep down I really do want to please my mom, actually I know I do, as much as I love to say I don't. I wish someday she could tell me she's proud of me, but those words are few and very far between, I don't think I've heard it since I graduated college, and before that I don't know. And that hurts.
I've been listening to Hate Me by Blue October a lot lately (partly cause I bought the download on Amazon not so long ago), and I realize some of it explains how I feel about my mom. Bolded parts are what i relate to
Hate Me
by Blue October
I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me?
It is I that wanted space
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
I’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again
In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling “Make it go away!”
Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered “How can you do this to me?”
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
For you
For you
For you
I have magnetic poetry on my door (it's a steel door), and sometimes I like to put messages up where I hope certain people will find them. Last night, I stuck the message up "my ma thinks I'm a failure" today she came up and talked to me about going to Okoboji (I won't be going this year because of jobs), money (typical) though she wasn't yelling about me about the porch floor (thank God), surprisingly. Anyways, after she left my dad came up wanting me to look at some things with him, so after locking my door to go downstairs, I notice my mom changed the message to "u must expect from yourself! failure never" What the hell does she know about what I expect? I expect stuff from myself and I meet those expectations, but I guess since I don't expect the same things that she does, I don't expect anything from myself. What the hell does she even know about me? It's not like she takes the time to learn about me, and when I do share things, it always seems she's got some way to knock those things down, or put me down.
Now, I'm pretty sure she doesn't think I'm a failure, but if she would act toward me that she doesn't that would be really nice. Following my brother, who got out of college in 4 years (I took 4.5) knew exactly what he wanted when he went in (I was accepted into the Design College, switched to the Business College before starting, and ended up getting a Bachelor of Science in Criminology and Sociology from the Liberal Arts and Sciences College), got himself a great paying job when he got done (I still haven't), is living on the 19th floor of an apartment building in Chicago with a view of the lake (I'm renting from my parents), making nice money (I'm barely making enough to pay my bills), and knows what he wants to do with his life if he doesn't he's sure putting up a nice facade (me I have no idea and I show it every day). I'd love for my parents to harp on him about not having a girlfriend, and praise me for having a boyfriend (and someone I would love to spend the rest of my life with, they don't know that part though). But I never hear anything bad about him, all the disappointment is about my life and my lack of a job and my lack of money.
If I went their direction, and stayed in business and somehow made the grades to graduate and get a good job, I guarantee I would be very miserable, I wouldn't have met Kevin (I know that for sure), and he is a huge part of why I'm happy with my life.
I love telling people that I don't care what my mom thinks, but it still hurts when I let her down (if I didn't truly care, it wouldn't make a difference). I think somewhere deep down I really do want to please my mom, actually I know I do, as much as I love to say I don't. I wish someday she could tell me she's proud of me, but those words are few and very far between, I don't think I've heard it since I graduated college, and before that I don't know. And that hurts.
I've been listening to Hate Me by Blue October a lot lately (partly cause I bought the download on Amazon not so long ago), and I realize some of it explains how I feel about my mom. Bolded parts are what i relate to
Hate Me
by Blue October
I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me?
It is I that wanted space
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
I’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again
In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling “Make it go away!”
Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered “How can you do this to me?”
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
For you
For you
For you
Friday, August 08, 2008
in ways hard to swallow
I was watching Dr. Phil the other day, and something he said so applies to my mother. The show was focusing on spouses that abuse their larger spouse. And they were all calling the other one degrading names because they were fat, and they kept saying they were encouring them to lose weight. Dr. Phil said that if what they were doing wasn't encouring the spouse, maybe they needed to change their tactics. That applies to my mother, I think she thinks she's encouraging me to find a job by whining at me about jobs and money, and maybe she needs to realize that she should back up and let me deal with it. She also has me doing random things around the house, and she has the tendency to check my work at the end of the day (or at random times), and then she goes back and do more at it. Like right now, I'm scraping and painting the porch. Well last week, she kept checking every day and scraping (on the most weathered piece of wood on the porch that's going to continue to peel until the end of time) and then she went and painted part of it, and whined at me cause I actually had other things to do. Now today when I get home from the library she's out there scraping away on it (on the other very weathered pieces of wood). DAMN!! I wish I had money.
I know too much
I'm loving Flashpoint. I've found out it's hard to watch a cop show when I know so much about law enforcement, so then if they do something different than what I know, I don't think it's realistic and I'm always critiquing the show. With Flashpoint, I have no idea what it's like to be on SRT or SWAT (or ERT like it is here), so I don't know what procedure is and I don't know if they're doing it right or wrong. TV shows are so much more enjoyable when I don't know much about what it's about. Like Bones, I don't know much about forensic anthropologists or FBI agents, so the less I know the more enjoyable a show is for me. Course that also kinda sucks, because I loved Third Watch when it was on TV, at least it's a mix of police, paramedics and firefighters, so that will help, but I'm afraid if I go buy it on DVD and rewatch it, like I did with 21 Jump Street, I'll point out things that don't really happen and will ruin the show for me. Like when I watched Category 6: Day of Destruction with Kevin, he kept pointing out things that were wrong and it ruined the movie for me. (I'm never watching Twister with him).
It's kinda weird that the less you know about some things the better it is.
It's kinda weird that the less you know about some things the better it is.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
I hate my mother. Plain and simple. It's 9:00AM and I'm seriously thinking about going and getting drunk because she pissed me off so much this morning.
I'm very glad I got this job because now I won't get to go on the family vacation and listen to her whine to me about money and shove it in my face how much I could buy and what they are buying for me because I don't have money.
Thank you mother for making my life hell right now, when I have enough things to deal with. I shouldn't have to worry about you on my ass all the time. I know I need to find a job and start making money, I know you don't need what you're proposing to me. I know you're just being the bitch you always are and are doing your best to upset me, because that's what you do.
I'm very glad I got this job because now I won't get to go on the family vacation and listen to her whine to me about money and shove it in my face how much I could buy and what they are buying for me because I don't have money.
Thank you mother for making my life hell right now, when I have enough things to deal with. I shouldn't have to worry about you on my ass all the time. I know I need to find a job and start making money, I know you don't need what you're proposing to me. I know you're just being the bitch you always are and are doing your best to upset me, because that's what you do.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
My mother's driving me nuts. Nothing new there, right?
Anyways, I'm scraping and painting the porch for her (she keeps saying I'm staining it, but I agree with Kevin, if I have to scrape it off, I'm painting it), and every day she comes out and rubs her finger on the wood, and if even a miniscule sliver of paint comes off, she decides I haven't scraped it enough. It's a porch, it sits out in the annoyingly hot weather (god awful humid lately) it's been rained on lately, and just normal wear and tear makes it so it keeps flaking. SO IT'S GONNA FLAKE ESPECIALLY IF YOU RUB ON THE PARTICULARLY WEATHERED SPOTS.
I just looked at the weather and it might rain. Crossing my fingers that it will, beause then the porch will be too wet to paint.
Anyways, I'm scraping and painting the porch for her (she keeps saying I'm staining it, but I agree with Kevin, if I have to scrape it off, I'm painting it), and every day she comes out and rubs her finger on the wood, and if even a miniscule sliver of paint comes off, she decides I haven't scraped it enough. It's a porch, it sits out in the annoyingly hot weather (god awful humid lately) it's been rained on lately, and just normal wear and tear makes it so it keeps flaking. SO IT'S GONNA FLAKE ESPECIALLY IF YOU RUB ON THE PARTICULARLY WEATHERED SPOTS.
I just looked at the weather and it might rain. Crossing my fingers that it will, beause then the porch will be too wet to paint.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Good News
Just an update for y'all. Got me a job at a Games store here (and as before, I WILL NOT blog about work), tomorrow have an interview at a bookstore (crossing my fingers majorly for this one), they will both be part time. And in case anyone is wondering, when dropped a porcelain plate shatters (or at least the one I did, will, course it's about 10 years old)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
But what's my purpose?
For The Money by Montgomery Gentry
Ah, let me tell you a little story about my family
Daddy almost made a living with eighty acres and a plow
He could've bought that place twice over working for someone in town
Ah, but you should've seen him in his fields at harvest time
He'd swear the gates of heaven opened and he was standing first in line
You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your soul
I grabbed the world when I turned eighteen
I turned it over and I shook it hard
I filled my pockets up with money
But it burned a hole right through my heart
You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your soul
You know everybody's got a purpose
From mending bones to tending farms
You might say that I found mine
When I wrap my hands around this guitar
And I still wonder if I'm crazy
Trying to bring a dream to life
But I look forward to tomorrow
And I sleep pretty good at night
You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your soul
You can't be in it for the money
You can't be in it for the money
Ah, let me tell you a little story about my family
Daddy almost made a living with eighty acres and a plow
He could've bought that place twice over working for someone in town
Ah, but you should've seen him in his fields at harvest time
He'd swear the gates of heaven opened and he was standing first in line
You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your soul
I grabbed the world when I turned eighteen
I turned it over and I shook it hard
I filled my pockets up with money
But it burned a hole right through my heart
You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your soul
You know everybody's got a purpose
From mending bones to tending farms
You might say that I found mine
When I wrap my hands around this guitar
And I still wonder if I'm crazy
Trying to bring a dream to life
But I look forward to tomorrow
And I sleep pretty good at night
You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your soul
You can't be in it for the money
You can't be in it for the money
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