Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder

Recently, I was diagnosed with A. A. A. D. D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide my car needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mailbox earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only one check left.

My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.

I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over. I realize the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need to be watered.

I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table! So I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:
the driveway is flooded
the car isn't washed,
the bills aren't paid,
there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter,
there is still only one check in my check book,
I can't find the remote,
I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.

Do me a favor, will you? Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who I have sent it to.

Don't laugh --if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!!! I know I have been there!

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Dude, this is me now.. How bad is that? Go to the kitchen to grab a drink. See something's been left out along with some trash. Put away food, but forget to throw away trash. Go back to my room to do something else, forgot I was thirsty. Go back to the kitchen, see the food again. Put away food, rinse some dishes. Pull out drink and set it on the table. Mom or Oreo wants something and I get it for them. Again walk out of the kitchen, drink still on the table. Come to make the bed, still thirsty... Took me half an hour to get a damn drink!

Escapee

I can't believe he tried it again... This time was a lil bit scarier though. Last time Oreo escaped, it was through a hole he'd slowly been working to make bigger. This time.... This time he used force. Pushed his way out or something and out he went, sending Mom and I in a panic to quickly try and retrieve him. Okay, from the beginning.....

This is the window Oreo's escaped out of twice now. The first time was through a hole in the screen (screen was replaced months ago and nailed in or so I thought). Mind you, this second escape was in the wee hours of the morning, Mom was busy getting ready for work and I was doing dishes. The blinds were closed, but I didn't close the window in time (I usually shut it before I go to bed) and he took his chance. As neither Mom nor I saw it, I can only guess he knocked the stuff off the nightstand when he jumped on or maybe when he was working at opening the screen. At any rate, the clatter of things got both our attention and then before I could grab him, he was out.

Shoes were thrown on and off I went outside and around the building. Having scared off the cat he was trying to get at.... Yep, my little baby was chasing tail, hence the thinking of him using force to escape.... Tail gone, Mom calling him from inside, and a very unhappy me running towards him, he saw the logic in jumping back inside...

He was either pissed at me for chasing off his she-Oreo (actually, it's only a guess that it's a she.. but it does look like a little Oreo) or knew he'd done wrong, cuz he wouldn't go near me for about an hour. When I offered my hand for his usual "I'm sorry for hurting you, mama" kiss, he kept turning his head.... He did eventually kiss and make up... I'm still not happy with him, but look at this face and say ya can't forgive him.

I was pretty freaked for most of that hour though.. I was shaking quite a bit. He's my baby. I don't want to lose him. I wish he could roam out on his own, but he just can't here.

I gave him other more tolerable suggestions as to how to give Mom and I heartattacks in the future. I told him he could start talking.. Just start speaking real words or maybe just reciting the alphabet, that'd freak us out but in a good way. Heck, I'll even take the "I'm a being from another wor;d/dimension sent here to observe you weirdos" story. Really, there are much nicer ways to give me a shock.

Okay, the end. Now wasn't that a nice story? K, I'ma go squeeze that brat of mine now.

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Comment(s):

i know that's a face i couldn't stay mad at for long.

Posted by Bizabob on 21 Apr 06 Friday - 2:05 PM

I Saw CATS!!!

So, in case I didn't scream and shout all about it like I did to a certain few, my best friend took me to see CATS for my birthday. It was at Pantages theatres and we saw it on it's last showing here. I'd actually never heard any of Cats before. I mean I knew it was a musical. But I've heard of many musicals I've known nothing about.

Anywho, we left early at the suggestion of both our mothers... Yeah, we're not gonna take that advice anymore, or maybe take it only on occassion. We got there 2 hours early. Drove by a parking lot with people leaving from an earlier showing. So, we walked around looking at the stars on the walk until we found a place to eat dinner and play cards to kill time.

The show:

Now, Ranti sent Chrissi part of the soundtrack and she sent it to me, so I gotta say... I already went in loving the music. It's just so fun. And c'mon, it's about CATS! They're all dressed in these cool (and yes some funny looking) costumes. The dance numbers were amazing. I swear, dancers these days have springs in their legs! These guys musta practiced behaving like cats for months. I mean check out some of these poses:

Overall, it was a fantastic night! Near the start of the show, one of the performers grabbed a girl in the audience and danced with her in the aisle. It was funny! All the excitement leading up to the night wasn't let down.

(And cuz the Playing search never works... I'm Currently Listening to the CATS soundtrack)

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My uncle took me to CATS with my cousin and I loved it, although I was apprehensive at first, since I've never been to a musical before. I wanna watch them again!! :((

Posted by Melissa Tian on 18 Apr 06 Tuesday - 5:20 PM

ANIME!

I was going through some major anime withdrawals. I mean I wasn't like hounding people for some anime. But I was seriously missing my shows. InuYasha is so far ahead of where I left off, I'd get irritated with how much I missed. I keep hoping Cartoon Network will start the series over, but it hasn't yet. Anywho, the other night, I was bored and decided to browse the Myspace videos thing. And people were putting up various anime amv's whatever those are. Music videos out of anime shots, I guess...

Long story short, from a fansite I found InuYasha ONLINE!!! I watched the first ten episodes in my beloved English dubbed version for the very first time! I'm so excited. I think now I'll try and find my other shows on this site. In the mean time, I'm seriously thinking of adding my fave anime shows to my DVD wish list... I only watched a few, but I really liked them. InuYasha, Wolf's Rain, Case Closed, and Witch Hunter Robin.... Though Robin was ify, cuz I missed stuff.

I never did get to watch the first two anime movies I ever saw in their entirety. I don't even know their names now. This was back in the day when Sci-Fi, I think it was, showed anime every saturday morning. I don't like all anime, but the more fantasy or interesting type ones I did like. Wish they would show more unique stuff... Maybe more movies. Lately the only anime movies they show are these really old ones or Spirited Away... Don't get me wrong, I love Spirited Away... but like.... I HAVE it, I don't need to see it on TV too. The other three they show are (and here's where I butcher names cuz I'm too lazy to look it up): Princess Monoke or something like that, Nausicaa and someting, and I think it's Castle in the sky.... Oooo.. I miss Kiki's Delivery Service. That was a cute one I saw years ago.

Anywho... Just thought I'd ramble about my renewed love of anime. Didn't know I loved anime did ya? Well just to prove it... Here I am as an anime girl... It actually looks like I'd like to look, y'know if I were an anime girl.

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Okay, I confess.... I used to watch Sailor Moon too.. But c'mon man, that show had some pretty songs on it! And for all it's dorkiness, it did have a really cool premise that I really wish had been developed better. I understand it got really complex at the end. Couldn't tell ya. It's been banned since the days I used to watch it. Fifth and final(?) season wasn't even aired here.

Can anyone tell me why Reboot was considered a Toonami type show? I LOVED the show, but it just didn't fit in with Toonami's usual shows, y'know? Reckon I've rambled on long enough. I really should just go to bed. But I'm loopy and you all should know that by now.

The Truth

Okay.. I can't lie to you people anymore... Amy's convinced me. She's told me it's okay. She's told me to stop hiding... And so I must... Yep, it's time for me and Oreo to come out of the closet.

Funny, I didn't know I was in the closet. I sure hope Oreo was generous enough to leave me a bit of floor to sit on while I was there.

The only one in the closet now is of course still Oreo.

Sibling Love

The other day, I saw a new show. Miracle Workers, I think it was. One of the people to receive a miracle was a man who'd lost his sight at 11. With a new procedure and some donated stem cells from a relative, they were able to restore his sight. The show touched me on two levels...

One, I'm visually impaired. I've been this way since birth, and as such haven't felt too handicapped. It was the norm for me. There are no procedures for me, and I'm okay with that. Again, it is the norm for me. But remembering the frustrations of growing up and learning to deal, I can completely understand the joy that would come with granting someone sight. It made me happy to see this man was now able to really see his family, some of which for the first time in his life.

Two, the blood relative was his sister. So much love for her brother that she risked her own eye sight to help him now. She was 15 years old when he'd lost his sight, and along with her family it had pained her so much to see him struggling with it then. The sibling love I saw between them reminded me of my brother and I. Not that he or I have donated body parts for each other, but if he needed it... I know, like Todd's sister, I'd have no hesitations in giving my brother whatever he needed.

Throughout the years, Josh and I were siblings, friends, and sometimes rivals. I never once doubted his love for me, nor wavered in my love for him. Moving often as kids, we were often our sole playmates. And even with distance that comes with growing up, I still like to think he and I could still talk about anything like we used to all the time. We spent hours and hours discussing many things or creating whole new worlds in our childhood and some teenhood game playing.

Growing up, I think we each felt each other's pains. Well at least some of the time we did. Painful punishments, illnesses, asthma attacks, and each other's frustrations were sometimes felt by both. It pained me to see him struggling to breathe and he was always first to help when I was sick.

I'll always think of those memories I have of our growing up together. Childhood games, shared pains, long night talks, and even our fighting moments. Cuz even the fighting never lasted long for us. I think at most we stayed mad at each other for mere hours if not less than an hour.

So Josh, if you're reading this. I love you, baby brother. You've always made me happy throughout our years together. I may have looked at you funny as a baby, but I am ever glad to have you as my sibling. You continue to make me proud with your accomplishments and seeing the way you're growing into a man. It saddens me that we no longer are but a room away, but you're always in my thoughts. My friend and my brother, I love you and always will.

Just Curious...

Okay, so if you haven't read my older blogs or don't really know me all that well or haven't read this on my other blog site.. or.. I think that actually covered everyone.... Okay, so if ya don't know, I play a vampire game.. There's some role playing to it in yahoo groups. Well... I posted this in a blog like site I'm mainly keeping as Kila's personal page (Kila's my vampire). Anywho, I asked some questions and basically for some opinons.. And so I thought well hey, why don't I ask you guys too? So I am.. So here's the blog I posted on the other site.

This is the link to said site where the following was originally posted:
http://360.yahoo.com/kila_skye_knightwind

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With all the fiction and movies out there, there are so many myths about vampires... I am by no means an expert. I've basically followed suit with the average RPer.. But as I was just watching a 'pire movie last night, I'm curious as to which myths you all follow or choose to ignore. Or hey even if someone knows the whys behind something.

Reflection/no reflection: I'm ify on this one so I just leave it out of my RPs all together. I don't understand why a vampire would lose their reflection. Ifn you know, lemme know. Hollywood goes either way.. I don't recall what little fiction I read had to say.

Sunlight: That's pretty universal. Hang out during the day, get burned.. Not to hard a concept.. And for some reason I don't really need an explanation. Maybe because it is pretty universal.

Crucifixes: Now in our game, Holy Water is baaaad... But I dunno if that would apply to crucifixes. Though displaying a symbol doesn't really strike me as being bad... I reckon disturbin' hence the shrinking away from it.

Okay, it was Interview with the Vampire I saw...

Dead blood: Why would it be bad to drink once the heart has stopped? Just curious...

Hmmm.. What else...

Garlic: Again in game we've got Garlic Spray, but why is garlic bad for vampires?

Procreation: The norm seems to be siring as the only method. I read/saw someplace that they had kids... That was just disturbing to me...

OH!

Coffins: My 'pire has one and uses it... Last night, the movie made it sound like a necessity. Elsewhere, it seems to be optional... If it IS a necessity, could someone explain it too me?

I'm sure I've forgotten some, and maybe I'll come back and add or whatever... I'm just curious as to the reasons behind and which you all choose to follow for your RPs. I again follow the general norm, just cuz, well, those were the examples I got when I started this game.

Bulletins...

They are slowly driving me nuts. Here's the thing.. I like to keep a neat an orderly Inbox when it comes to email, and for the most part these bulletins are little more than forwards and silly announcements you can send (forward) to all of your friends at once. Only, because it is YOUR bulletin, I can't delete the one's I've already read. And let's face it kids, some people post some incredibly stupid stuff. And yes I probably do it sometimes to. Althogh I do try to keep it to only one or two a day tops... In other words I don't try and spam you with stuff and I delete mine after it's been up long enough.

I wish Tom would allow us to delete bulletins we've seen off of our lil private bulletin boards. Or maybe, he could shorten the length they remain up. Hey, even a hide this bulletin option would be nice. I suggested or did I ask... about this in a message/suggestion to Tom already.. But I reckon it was one of tons that will not get read or heard.

So why am I ranting/babbling about this? I guess to make it known, that you all are driving me nuts! I'm tired of messages that read "insert outrageously stupid phrase here" and then once opened reads: now send this out with one of the following or you'll have rotten luck/sex/love life for 900 years... It's not true.. It's not funny... It's incredibly childish. Announcements about events or new stuff is cool... But dude, take down old announcements. I'll look at your page if you really want me too... Honest! And I do too! But if your last 5 bulletins all said "come see my page", I start to roll my eyes when I see your bulletins..

If you've taken the time to read this, it tells me you care enough about me to read my stuff and therefore might care to heed my words... Or it says, my stuff is interesting enough for your attention, and again ya might hear what I'm saying... And if anything I've said was felt as a direct insult to you, I'm sorry. I love seeing good bulletins. But repetitive stuff is starting to get on my nerves.

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dahling, i wildly applause your thoughts today.

Posted by Bizabob on 03 Feb 06 Friday - 5:58 AM

Dealing with death in the family...

I haven't yet shaken the horrible image of my Tata lying in the casket, looking as if they'd over refridgerated him. It's been what five months now. And though I was okayish with his passing, the image is very haunting. I can't think about him without seeing the image of him lying there. Each time I see it, I have to fight back down the anger and sick feeling I had back then.

For Mom, it's been different obviously. He was my grandfather and he was ailing. Passing away was in my mind a relief for him. He barely knew us on our last visit. Illness and probably poor care from.. Well illness and poor care led to a slow shrivelling up of the once great, big man. I think God granted me with a peace with his passing, because of that.

I miss him. It makes me sad to think him gone. But my tears fall mostly for the hurt my Mom feels knowing she's lost her father. Nothing I can say or do will make her feel better. It was like this when my Grandma died. I loved her. I miss her. But somehow I was granted peace. I cried more for my Dad who lost his mother.

Why am I bringing up such a depressing subject? My Uncle Paco is dying. He'll be leaving behind a wife and three kids, not to mention his grandkids. He is my Mom's Uncle. But we used to visit him when we visited my Nana. He was almost always in a wheel chair and needed aid getting around, but he always seemed to be a happy man. I'll miss him.

Not that I'd wish anyone to die. But part of me wishes this wasn't happening now. Not so soon for Mom's sake. I don't think we ever get over really losing someone. But maybe there is a point where you've come to terms with it? Maybe there is a point when the tears don't come so quickly at the thought of it. We're not there yet for my Tata... And here we'll be saying goodbye to another family member.

He hasn't even woken up, so I've been told. That can't be easy on his family. We're going to visit him tomorrow. God grant me the strength to be strong for my family. And I think I should stop now, cuz the words are getting blurry.

Don't Panic!

From a reliable source (I won't tell 'em it was you, faeree), it has come to my attention that the world is going to end. Evil forces may at this very moment be plotting on world destruction. Probably to make a great movie, but no one really knows why these evil forces keep wanting to blow up the world. Have no fear. I thought it might be prudent to pack an emergency bag or maybe even lay down with a paper bag on my head but I was given certain advice. I will quickly change into an appropriate outfit (one to flatter my appearance of course) and make a run for the hills. I and a band of rogues, who live in the hills, will seek to fight and stop these evil forces. But not til a handsome rogue helps me by tending to bruised and bloodied feet, because of course I forgot my shoes in my rush out the door. I'll keep you informed as I am able.. I may be able to send word through my cell phone, cuz you know me. World destruction or no, I am not leaving the apartment without my cell phone. Does anyone think I'll need a towel? Never know when I might need to give the towel to previously mentioned handsome rogue in a compromising position. ~wink wink~ Hmm.. I hope this isn't all somehow related to the fact that today is Friday the 13th? ~ponders~ Naaaaahhh...

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LoL. Wow, you're random. creative, but random. and entertaining...

Posted by TLew on 18 Jan 06 Wednesday - 10:42 PM

Oh look, a courthouse...

I am getting to really know the hallway to the San Pedro court house. And I don't mind telling you, I don't like it. I've now spent two wonderful lengthy visits to that hallway with its uber uncomfortable benches. My first visit was thoroughly frustrating and generally pissed me off, so we won't go into details into that awful day. But needless to say, I spent all day there. Yes, all day. Waiting for one thing or another. I spent it in that hallway on those hard wooden benches they have lining the one wall. I paced it back and forth, I slept at various parts of this wall bench. I attempted to read. I IMed Slick, which mind you was my only saving grace that day. I people watched. I'm pretty sure people will start to know me if I return for a third visit. From 8/8:30a.m. to about 2/2:30p.m. with little food and only moola to pay for what I was there to pay for. My second visit wasn't so long, thankfully. But today, or technically now yesterday, I did get to revisit my old friend... The court house hallway and its loverly wall bench. I didn't spend all two or three hours in that hallway though. Not this time... Too many trips to the meter to keep coming back upstairs. So instead I got to listen to the guards at the entrance banter and chat with each other and other regulars. I tell ya, any longer and they might have started chatting with me. Oh, but wait.. I was reading. Happily reading this time. That's a good thing I guess. I've finally gotten past that point in my book where it isn't annoying to have the pages keep falling out (Dad, what DID you do to your book.. The glue on the binding is all but giving up.) and finally getting caught up in it. So I guees if I had to go back to that courthouse, I could just read again instead of visiting the hallway. Hmmm... this definitely turned into more of a babble/ramble than I thought it was going to. Maybe I should have gone to bed like I told fae I was going to. In our next episode I may really tell ya about that poor kitten we had to give up that ya probably didn't know we had.... Okay, going to go move my vampires and go mimi, like I said I'd do an hour ago.. Oh but maybe a lil RP post.... Ummm... Nah.. don't wanna babble RP style.. could be funny but not cool. :P

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WTF did you go to the courthouse for if you did not want to be there? Or Rather, WTF did you stay there if you did not want to be there?

Posted by Josh on 11 Nov 05 Friday - 10:52 AM


Oh, you know... Everyone has to spend a little time in the court house at some point in their life.... For Mom, of course!!!! The one day I was trying to take care of something for her. And the second day cuz I was there for moral support only I wasn't allowed in the court room cuz it was jam packed... Yep, ifn ya break the rules or get thought of as breakin the rules, prepare to be turned into a sardine.

Posted by Relaya on 11 Nov 05 Friday - 3:23 PM


you didn't go to bed like you said you would?! i'm very disappointed in you, missy. what have you got to say for yourself, huh? :-P

oh yeah, and courthouses = >.<

Posted by Bizabob on 13 Nov 05 Sunday - 3:10 PM

The Man With White Hair

A big man with a head full of white hair, a white mustache to match, and eyes that always seemed to smile. That's how I choose to remember him. Looney Tunes, the Ten Commandments, and toys scattered across the dashboard. These the few things that always seem to remind me of him. A well kept yard with fruit trees. BBQing carne asada. That's what I recall whenever we visited him. I know so little about him and saw him only once in a blue moon. But I loved him and I know he loved me. I remember for my high school graduation he mailed me a gift. It was a simple '98 pendant and it came only with the name card from the announcements, but on the back was written a simple Spanish endearment. I may not remember what the word was now, but I still have that card in a memory box and I still remember what it meant to me the day I opened it. I was told he was once in a bar or something with John Wayne. I wonder what else he did. So much I didn't know. From what Mom tells me, he didn't tell her much either. It is a shame we couldn't have visited more often. Even when we finally got a vehicle that could make the drive, it was too late. Maybe one day I'll ask Mom to tell me more about Tata. He's had white hair for as long as I've known him. Always combed the same way. Always had the same mustache... His wardrobe was the same. Nothing ever changed. I swear his eyes always seemed to smile at me. Have you ever seen eyes that smile? I couldn't understand much of what he said. He spoke little English when we visited, and when he did, he had an accent that wasn't the easiest to understand. Still there were times I understood him better than the Spanish speakers at the table. Okay so they were rare, but I remember them. I remember one time when he came to visit. He stayed at our place that night. Used to his early morning rising, he got up and got ready. He left the front door open without any of us realizing. I was getting ready in my room and in walked this stray cat. All the way to my room it walked and no one had stopped it. When asked, Tata thought maybe it was our cat. Bold kitty, if you ask me. Cat shooed away, Tata all ready, the visit ended soon after. Always the way.. Short visits unless we were staying at his house in Calexico. I'm choosing to remember this man, whom I've always felt love from, the way I've written him to be. I pray that in time, I will forget the ugliness and hurt that surrounded his passing and the care taken after. Now I believe certain things. Jesus is my Lord and Savior. My body is mearely a temple for my spirit. And when we die that body is nothing but an empty shell. But the disrespect for his wishes and the people he loved was just ugly. So I pray I will forget it all and think only of the good memories of this big white haired man I called Tata. Note: For those of you who don't know... My Tata died four weeks ago this very day. He was my Mother's Father and he will be missed greatly.

You can't choose the family you get...

A ridiculous statement really. Okay, you can't choose the family you are related to by blood, that is true. But how many people in our lives have we felt were more family than our real relatives? Friends that feel more like sisters and brothers, stronger than even that best friend status. Or how about all those aunts and uncles who weren't really aunts and uncles.

Well this is for my Aunt Patty, my mother's friend of oh so many years.....

This was going to be a vent with a happy ending... But well, it turned itno my usual odd silliness.

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The Pumpkin Coach

Far, far away, in the not so nice part of the kingdom, our fair princess and her beautiful mother resided. Having no king at her side, nor a king's fortunes to grant their every wish. Their mode of transportation was a used pumpkin coach that they them selves had to drive. It was big, and it was rotting each day. The pretty leaves and vines ornately decorating the coach had little by little fallen off. The heat of summer made the pumpkin coach an almost unbearable ride.

But the beautiful mother and the fair princess were forced to drive their used coach for it was given to them when they had none. With each passing moon seemed to bring yet another problem with the coach. It wasn't even suitable for harvesting at this point. Throwing the pumpkin over a cliff was the only thing this coach was good for. It creaked and smelled (yes I know you can imagine a stinking pumpkin, but go with me on the creaking part).

The beautiful mother tried to be patient, but felt she had no choice but to call upon aid of the Step-Mother. She wasn't evil per se, but she could be cruel and unfeeling when she wanted to be. On one occassion, the Step-Mother was generous in word. You see, the beautiful mother was taking queen classes to hopefully find a position as one of the kingdom's queens. And the Step-Mother promised a brand new royal pumpkin coach upon her daughter's acquiring of said queen position.

Time passed and the day of the crowning was coming. But they had one requirement left of her before allowing her to finish her queen classes. She had to serve as queen in some other kingdom for one month. Well now in all the other kingdoms, they only wanted queens with kings and to find a kingdom that differed would take too long. So the aspiring queen bid farewell to that dream and went on to find another position to fill.

Patience and perseverance and she found a job at a distant coach dealership. Yes it was a cruel trick. She helped others get the coaches of their dreams, while hers was held together with old magic dust. But she kept going. The beautiful mother had held her head high and kept bearing with her poor mode of transportation. Soon, she'd buy a new one.

If only, the magic dust could have waited that long. The pumpkin coach was falling to pieces. And was no longer a safe coach to ride. Concerned, the beautiful mother went once more to ask for aid of the Step-Mother. Her petition was granted, but relunctantly so. For one day, she rode in a top of the line glass coach. But she was warned to never let it happen again.

The pumpkin got patched, and again, the princess and mother rode in it. But it was a poor fix for a dying pumpkin. And again, there was a need to borrow another coach or get a ride. The Step-Mother turned cold and refused to even lend one of the older coaches. Upset and worried, the beautiful mother drove on with her pumpkin coach.

Her feelings from the morning stayed with her making an entire day at the coach dealership seem as though it were the worst place to work at. And to make matters worse, a palace guard stopped her for driving a coach without footmen. It was minor, but one more thing on an already bad day.

The princess opened the gates to welcome the beautiful mother home. A hug later and tears were flowing. Both were now upset with the selfish Step-Mother. But aside from offering comfort nothing more could be done.

Now for many years, the mother had befriended a fairy godmother. The two were almost sisters at times. And even the princess felt this godmother was like an aunt. Truth be told, the two families all shared similar feelings.

As if she knew, the fairy godmother came in to lift up the beautiful mother. She told her, "you'll know what it is like to ride in a brand new coach. A coach strong and sturdy enough to travel to the distant lands and visit your father. And you won't need to worry about financing it. I shall make that go away. Bear with it a little longer and you shall have cause to smile again." And like that she was gone, to return another day to keep good on her word.

Well now both mother and daughter were stunned to tears. Afterall, she wasn't even their fairy godmother and yet she granted them with this wish. So generous and kind, she gave without a thought.

For now, the fair princess and the beautiful mother look forward to the day they can cast their pumpkin coach over a cliff and watch it go "Splat!", cause well, that's all it's good for at this point.

Stay tuned and see what really happens....

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Thank God for blessing us with "family" we weren't born with.
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Comment(s):

awesome story, fwend:)

Posted by sarah on 08 Aug 05 Monday - 6:43 AM

Yeah, let's give morons fireworks.... Genius idea!

So, the 4th of July came and went this year. I gotta say this was one of the worst ones I've ever seen. Not that, I always have a good or bad 4th. This one just stood out as one of the crappiest. And evidently, it isn't even fully over in my neighborhood.

Our plans got cancelled along with appartently much of LB's firework displays. Not a big deal. Really. I've spent quite a few 4th's without fireworks. Now I do LOVE fireworks.... But I know I'll eventually see them again at say Disneyland one of these days... It would have been nice to see them Monday, but no biggie. We couldn't even go out to see a movie. The only one we wanted to see was one we saw already (BTW, we LOVED War of the Worlds).

Not having plans for that night wasn't really a problem... Mom had to start a new job the next day, anyway. Not to mention, I was beginning to worry about leaving the place and cat un-attended for the night. And my instincts were proven right.

I just adore people who think they can set up there own firework displays. I mean, it is just awesome the way they show a complete lack of safety for property and children. It should be illegal to even sell these small time firecrackers.

Now, the neighborhood kids had been letting us sample the sound effects of these firecrackers since Friday. Awfully nice of them, really. Setting off car alarms. Even being so inconsiderate as to set them out in front of our window. Or in the alley next to parked cars when the cops came to shoo them away from the sidewalks... Ticketted, I heard. But that didn't detour them.

So back to Monday, when the whole neighborhood got involved. Not uncommon really. Except they were doing this on the sidewalk next to FLAMABLE lawn right outside OUR window. Some of them, I swear might have shot directly over our roof.. Now that's the last thing we need. An apartment on fire.

The fireworks went on for hours. And what little I saw of it, wasn't even all that great. I gotta say, I was so nervous and angry for like 2 hours straight. I couldn't even get Oreo out from under the bed to hide him in the closet a lil quieter for him. Poor kitty... They'd stop and he'd dare to venture out, only to flee minutes later.

Strays went on for hours more, but I had calmed down by then... And whoopee for me, the strays haven't stopped yet. Yes, I said yet.... It is now a full week of firecrackers that I have had the pleasure of enjoying... Will the torture of 4th of July never end???

There's a Mouse in my House!!!

Okay, last night or early this morning, however you wanna call it.. It was 3am, about the time I usually do the dishes... Why cuz I am weird. Anywho that is besides the point.

So I was doing the dishes when out of the corner of my eye I see something move from the fridge to the stove. It was dark in color and bigger than a bug and ew... It was a frelling mouse!!! I was hence forward freaked. We tried to get Oreo to find it. But he can only play with stuff he sees and the mouse was well hidden. I spent the rest of the time in the kitchen washing dishes with one eye. The other stared at the floor the mouse crossed.

There is only a few good mice in this world. Mickey Mouse... Mighty Mouse.... Speedy Gonzales... Jerry.... and of course the clicking mouse...

A Different Kind of Series of Unfortunate Events

We revisit our fair princess. Actually, she's not fair. She is brown, cuz she is Mexican.... Anyway, we revisit our lovely, yeah there we go, lovely princess. No prince, but with friends like the Mighty Kumquaticus at her side, who needs 'em! Yes all is well. For Kumquaticus whisked her away to a not so far off land, where the adventures began.

Our two young, beautiful, talented, funny, and absolutely brilliant adventurers... Hey, I gotta throw in the copliments where I can, after all it is about me and my fwend. Anywho, again, our two adventurers made their way to a favorite retreat of theirs. They took the Mighty Kumquaticus' spacecraft. Yeah I know, the other tales had the princess on a noble steed... But Kumquaticus had air conditioning and a CD player, so it had to be advanced technology.. It must have been a space ship, cuz that's the only logical answer.

They came upon the dreaded Round About... A terrible and horrifying traffic circle, but don't worry kiddies... Don't get scared.. It isn't as bad as say the Frightening Round Abouts of that scary town of TJ. Kumquaticus braved it well. And to our relief, there was a secret passageway to swiftly pass by unharmed.

The two adventurers talked of many things. One of which was the future of the Mighty Kumquaticus. Yes, you've heard it from me first. She will soon be dubbed the Sheriff of Mervynham! She will right the wrongs of the department store realm and prevent the plague of the five-finger discounts! I am sure she will bring along her trusty sidekick, the Wonder Worm (her straw worm pal). It was exciting news and worthy of proclamation.

At long last, they reached their favorite retreat, Land of the Pizzookie. They were seved immediately, for the peasant their were sooo bored they leapt at the chance to serve someone. Refreshment was brought to them before they had even fully settled in for their continued discussions. We nodded our appreciation of these bored peasants.

It is a well known fact that the princess likes to mutilate her lemons and drown them in water, for the sheer enjoyment of torture and the lemony goodness it provides. It was on her second lemon, that the fateful event happened. The lemon never had a chance. It was beheaded withe a simple squeeze of her fingers. The top of the lemon flew across the room and rolled underneath a chair. Luckily, none of the peasants saw the horror.. But the two adventurers knew what had happened.

It was time to give the peasants what they wanted, payment for services rendered. The Mighty Kumquaticus pulled out the magic card and placed it in the slot. But the card refused to take the charge. A card that refused to do what it was born to do! It didn't want to take charge! It was a worrisome moment, but easily fixed. Kumquaticus with all her mightiness forced the card into its place.

Wishing to get cleaned up before returning to the world beyond the Pizzookie Sanctuary, they ventured off to the fountains of cleanliness. But it seemed there was a troll under the bridge, just waiting to strike out at all those wishing to access the waters. Oh wait, it wasn't a troll... It was a peasant crawling around below, for what, no one knows.

Granted access, the pair washed up. Each going for something to dry off, they encountered the Twiddledee and the Twiddledum of paper towel dispensers. Wave your hand in front of them and out comes some paper towel... But how much? One gave barely enough to dry a finger and one gave enough to dry a whole arm off. The oddity was too much to bear, so they left that place.

Adventures led them to shops, for what would two female adventurers be without shops. A grand shop of books would have and could have devoured them up... But they made it out, having spent only a small amount of their precious magic money.

They passed by the Vile Kohls Keep. A tyrant is known to spread rumors, hoping to incite riots and terror in the lands of Mervynham. He tricks the peasants of Mervynham to come and serve him in noble positions of honor, but find themselves as his slaves! The two adventurers passed by as quickly as possible.

We entered Mervynham and wandered its streets. Kumquaticus stopped at every turn with the princess nearly crashing into her each time. "Use your brake lights, lady," exclaimed the princess. They ventured into Shoe Country.. A pleasant enough place to find stray pairs of shoes.

"Does this match my dress?" And off we went to find it and see. But we were snared into a trap... Purse Plains caught our eyes. Nice plump purses roamed the land. So pretty were they, that Kumquaticus was easily swayed to take one home with her.

We were just about to leave when... What's this? Only one shoe? It was missing its mate! The Mighty Kumquaticus rescued it and reunited the pair. They would look nice in her castle, so she took them home with her.

No trip is ever over without a sweettooth run for a loved one. The princess had to find round sweet dough with holes in the middle for the lovely queen at home. They came across a baker who could make these magical goodies of goodness. But when they approached the shop, it was both open and closed. The doors were open, but the bars inside were locked... How odd. No matter, the donuts purchased, the two went on their way.

They found the land of the pets! Kumquaticus had a kitty to please with treats and in search we went. We stumbled upon sharks who were frightened of us! Well now, of course who wouldn't cower at our might... But they were sharks and they huddled in corners of their tanks like we meant to eat them. We left them to their shame and fear. It was all for the cat that we wanted.. Pet grass was next on the list. I wonder if it is like Pet Weed?

They were now heading home. It had been a long evening of adventures. And happily they made there way back to their respective castles. But first they faced the return trip through the dreaded Round About. It was much more dangerous going the other way.. But they made it through in one piece once more!

The princess' belongings gathered she shouted for the draw bridge to be openeed. She turned back and saw it... Rather heard it, cuz we all know our princess is a little blind especially with bright spaceship lights on. Someone was talking to the Mighty Kumquaticus.

The princess later found out what it was all about. It was a peacekeeper who had stopped Kumquaticus. He questioned her about being in this part of the realm... It was true the castle was in a virtual see of ruins and criminals ran rampant. He asked her if she had wheat on her plate... It was a Kansas plate, so naturally it should have wheat on it. Smiling and nodding, she endured the silliness.

Then the peacekeeper informed her of a local weed dealer in this part of Cheapside and that he would put an end to it once he found it. With that their exchange ended, and off she went to her own castle.

It was a long series of events... Long and strange and funny... A night neither would forget anytime soon... But maybe that is because it is now being blogged. One may never know.

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Comment(s):

brilliant! yet another creative triumph for my dear fwend! we shall have to venture out together again soon:D

Posted by sarah on 02 Jun 05 Thursday - 11:03 AM

Come, I vant to suck your blood... Bla, bla, bla!!!

I play this game. It started out as a game ya might play like 15 minutes a day tops. It is a very simple little online game that actually reminds me of those really old computer games. Click here, move here, drink blood. In which case all ya really did was axquire blood pints and coins from humans and a blood pint for every fellow vampmire you drank from. There are banks to stash your cash. Shops for weapons and gifts... Yes I said gifts, which I will explain later. Pubs to drink in and get the latest rumors from the barman. And guilds to learn new powers in. Now I was content to wander the city streets peacefully drinking the blood of humans and taking their coins. I did have the good sense to deposit my money whenever I came across a bank, or if I had a lot I would ask a human for directions. I was oblivious as to how to efficiently get to guilds and stuff or make good use of the vast amounts of coins I was acquiring. But then I was invited to join a clan. I learned A there is a whole RP side to the game taking place outside via yahoo groups and B there is sooo much more than going around and drinking blood. There are clans and clan wars. Binding of companions, hence the gifts of flowers or even a diamond ring. So now I RP in one of these groups (a training dojo for a clan) and have become quite a strong 'pire with many powers and much knowledge. Why am I writing about this silly game? Well, it is kinda the only thing I am thinking about today. And I am hoping to entise some of you to step into the dark alleyways with me and become my childer. Childer? Vampires sire childer. So come play the simple game with me. Or if the RP side appeals to you, maybe I can get you into my dojo. Click the link, allow me to bite you and bring you over to my side... Bla bla bla!!! Vampires! The Dark Alleyway Oh and just so ya have an idea of what the game looks like, here is a screenshot of a prank we players all got to see.

Oh, I am a genius!

So for those of you who don't know... I am going to a concert this Friday... My first real concert. I'm looking forward to it. We got tickets to see Cher, her second last tour. :P We ordered the tickets like within the 45 minutes it took to sell out. Both Mom and I sat there calling and checking online... It was insane! Then later that day we heard how fast they sold out. A couple days later, we get the tickets delivered by UPS. Mom told me to put them somewhere safe. I'm thinking safe? Right, cuz some burgler is going to raid our tiny apartment for our Cher tickets... But hey whatever.. I still have no idea what her idea of safe place is though. And she wanted me to keep it in the big ol' UPS envelope. That I don't get... I can probably keep track of it without the big ol' cardboard envelope. But whatever... Not knowing where to put it in my room, I just put it in the desk. Again, for those of you who haven't seen our place, we have one of those rolltop desks. The Desk

Anywho.... It went on unnoticed there off to the side in one of the few spare spots. One day I pulled 'em out to show Mom for some reason. Well, when I put them back. I guess I put them too close to the top. When ya open and closed it, that envelope just kept getting pushed further and further back until it was all the way shoved to that back compartment where only the rolling lid goes. Not cool. It took me about two hours to pull out two very yellow unused envelopes and one UPS envelope. How? I put first a pair of scissors in a bag with a draw string and then wrapped it with tape, sticky side out. When that stopped working, a ruler replaced the scissors. Shoving these back there, opening and closing the lid to smush the paper objects against the tape, then tugging on the draw string to pull out the bag, taped up object, and hopefully the tickets. My Tools

Thanks to my not paying attention, we nearly lost our very expensive Cher tickets... No refunds or replacements... On the other hand... Thanks to me and my creative ways, I got the tickets back out without having to tear apart a pretty nice desk... All the same, my hands hurt from trying to shove them in spaces they don't fit, the panic was not fun at all, and still I was told to place them some where safe AGAIN. Well, hopefully I did a better job this time.. And I am not gonna tell you all, cuz then you might send a burgler for my Cher tickets.

Can you escape?

So a friend of mine got me hooked or obsessed with these games/puzzles. But I was victorious! :D So now, I ask you all "Can you escape?" Okay, so these things have been around and some of you may have seen 'em before. But they are still fun. Created by Toshimitsu Takagi. Good luck! Blue Chamber Sorta seen as a prequel, as it came out after the other two but seems simpler. Crimson Room And if ya make it out of that one, here's the sequel: Viridian Room If it doesn't show up in english, just hit refresh. At least that worked for me. So I spent like two days trying to get out of these, but I made it and then proceeded to do a happy dance.. Okay, I didn't. But I did brag to my then only online friend about it... And I of course had shared these links with him, who proceeded to spread them to his sister... Everyone is just loving locking people up to see if they can escape.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!

Every neighborhood has its one or maybe even two usual ice cream trucks/carts visiting on an almost daily basis. But how much ice cream can one neighborhood really eat? Since we've moved, we have noticed that this neighborhood can get ice cream or some other form of food just about every hour. Seriously, we have three ice cream trucks. And on most days we even have two food vendors with their carts. I guess this is a good place for business... Especially when, as we discovered, one of our neighbors seems to run out to each and every one of those vendors. Where does it all go? Now we moved here during the end of last summer, and I recall one week we really did want ice cream. Mom would tell me to go and get her some ice cream. Well now I didn't have shoes on, had to find the money... Too late, the truck left. I'd tell her it was okay, because we both knew there'd be another truck soon enough. And if we missed that one, again I'd say "there'll be another one." Even to this day at least I find it funny. So when my friend came over, I asked her if she wanted ice cream.. I was joking as I believe we had just snacked on something... She went with it, and said not now. I told her it was okay, cuz "there'll be another one in an hour." Then I told her, "and if ya don't want one then, there'll be another one in an hour after that." We continued playing games and sure enough an hour later, there was another ice cream truck. I got a "hey, you're right" and I laughted... Now I am going off of memory here and it is kinda late, so this proabably ain't exactly how it went. So ta ta, as I go mimi soon... Anyone want an ice cream before I go?