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Jul. 16th, 2025 10:52 amI actually remembered the password for this account as I booted up the new laptop.
Time to play recovery with the others...
Time to play recovery with the others...
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Oct. 4th, 2020 12:33 am*dares to peer at the internet for news on homestate's status during COVID-19*
.......oh. I'm not sure if Forbes is the best site for this, but Rueter's put us at having had over 2,000 confirmed new cases in one day so.. So maybe the Wisconsin is the second biggest riser in new cases.
...I'm going to hide under the blankets with the kittens, Mercedes Lackey audiobooks and some fucking bourbon, we can't have Halloween this year anyhow.
.......oh. I'm not sure if Forbes is the best site for this, but Rueter's put us at having had over 2,000 confirmed new cases in one day so.. So maybe the Wisconsin is the second biggest riser in new cases.
...I'm going to hide under the blankets with the kittens, Mercedes Lackey audiobooks and some fucking bourbon, we can't have Halloween this year anyhow.
See, Once upon a time ago I crowdsourced the inspiration for two gifts for friends who were having girl children. My then Boss Stephanie and my college friend Anoush. Not only did I have fun doing them, and posting the pictures, but they were so well-received that the little embroidered fabric books are now considered frickin' heirlooms and roughly equivilant to BABY BLANKETS by the families.
And what with us all doin' the social isolation and the stress and the what not.. Well, I may have half a dozen various projects goin' on, but a recent update from the Ringeisen clan facebook page has brought me to thinking about doin' another one or something similar enough.
When I say Ringeisen Clan, I really mean the assorted cousins. You see..my dad was the eldest of EIGHT CHILDREN. Every single one of which married and had on average two children. One of them proudly announced that he was expecting his firstborn child soon.
I figure I can use the same thing, with similar rules and an INFINITELY better dictionary of embroidery stitches. I think I'll do a denim baby quilt this time with 12 squares, and the last time I did the baby books, you went with one word for the theme of the page (nouns preferred for rendering) and picked three stitches to render the subject in.
The new tag is for the family I have left.
And what with us all doin' the social isolation and the stress and the what not.. Well, I may have half a dozen various projects goin' on, but a recent update from the Ringeisen clan facebook page has brought me to thinking about doin' another one or something similar enough.
When I say Ringeisen Clan, I really mean the assorted cousins. You see..my dad was the eldest of EIGHT CHILDREN. Every single one of which married and had on average two children. One of them proudly announced that he was expecting his firstborn child soon.
I figure I can use the same thing, with similar rules and an INFINITELY better dictionary of embroidery stitches. I think I'll do a denim baby quilt this time with 12 squares, and the last time I did the baby books, you went with one word for the theme of the page (nouns preferred for rendering) and picked three stitches to render the subject in.
The new tag is for the family I have left.
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Jul. 6th, 2020 02:03 amSo it's...been years since I updated here. Because life, depression and a host of other excuses got my brain away.
And I'm only on here right now because I have to update things that have been going ON in my life, seeing as the world has sunk into Covid-19 hellscape. (I live in the US, yes IT SUCKS. Jumping Zombie Christmas we are run by ignorant assholes.)
I'm updating because right before we got the Safer At Home notice (in..March?), Louie was showing signs of severe difficulty with the litterbox and a large lump on the right side of his muzzle. This year, he just went past 14 years old, and rather to no one's surprise he's got kidney failure. Y'all who have elderly cats say this is manageable and you would be right!
The lump in Louie's mouth was Squamous Cell Oral Cancer and it had anchored to the roof of his mouth, in a place the Veterinarian called 'hard to remove and painful to live with'. So for these past months he's been getting fed wet food mixed with Gabapentin. This past week, he's had a steady loss of appetite and the past two days...bloody mucus vomit over the bed followed by an attempt to defecate on it after he couldn't do that in the litter box. Tonight getting him to take the medicated food goop involved feeding it to him on my fingers.
Tuesday I have to put down my sweet bubbaw man cat.
And I'm only on here right now because I have to update things that have been going ON in my life, seeing as the world has sunk into Covid-19 hellscape. (I live in the US, yes IT SUCKS. Jumping Zombie Christmas we are run by ignorant assholes.)
I'm updating because right before we got the Safer At Home notice (in..March?), Louie was showing signs of severe difficulty with the litterbox and a large lump on the right side of his muzzle. This year, he just went past 14 years old, and rather to no one's surprise he's got kidney failure. Y'all who have elderly cats say this is manageable and you would be right!
The lump in Louie's mouth was Squamous Cell Oral Cancer and it had anchored to the roof of his mouth, in a place the Veterinarian called 'hard to remove and painful to live with'. So for these past months he's been getting fed wet food mixed with Gabapentin. This past week, he's had a steady loss of appetite and the past two days...bloody mucus vomit over the bed followed by an attempt to defecate on it after he couldn't do that in the litter box. Tonight getting him to take the medicated food goop involved feeding it to him on my fingers.
Tuesday I have to put down my sweet bubbaw man cat.
On renewing my geek credibility..
Dec. 26th, 2018 07:05 pmFor the last few days I have made the most of the precious days where I have no obligations to fulfill other than basic needs. As such, I've been treating myself to deeply binging upon Classic Star Trek...
Of course, tonight, I have come upon what might be kindly called 'The Horta' Episode. So in response to ALL of that laughs gained by the one who once graced Milliways... I give thanks.
Of course, tonight, I have come upon what might be kindly called 'The Horta' Episode. So in response to ALL of that laughs gained by the one who once graced Milliways... I give thanks.
Granted for the last six months I haven't had my laptop for more than a night as I waited for a friend to move my files from this beast to the new refurbished business laptop which is supposed to be BETTER... Honestly, I shouldn't complain since it's a laptop I didn't have to pay for, but somehow, the fact that the reason a friend bought it for me was because I kept using Firefox as my default browser set her teeth on edge.
Life proceeds, I find new insurance, Louie lives and cuddles(and pees on anything on the floor if his litter is not fresh enough, which is a fair complaint). There is a new kitten in the apartment who earned himself the dubious moniker of a Star Trek Trickster. Q the kitten has doubled in size since escaping from his carrier inside of a moving car, climbing up onto the driver and refusing to stop crying or crawling about until he was being held in the sunbeams.
Life proceeds, I find new insurance, Louie lives and cuddles(and pees on anything on the floor if his litter is not fresh enough, which is a fair complaint). There is a new kitten in the apartment who earned himself the dubious moniker of a Star Trek Trickster. Q the kitten has doubled in size since escaping from his carrier inside of a moving car, climbing up onto the driver and refusing to stop crying or crawling about until he was being held in the sunbeams.
Srsly insomnia...
Oct. 30th, 2016 03:48 amTuck-in for bed was over 2 and a half GODS BE DAMNED HOURS AGO. I HAVE SHIT TO GET DONE TOMORROW ANd...why the fuck ass am I channeling Karkat?
..Trying not to pick at the navel line incisions and completely avoiding putting any kind of pressure on the side abdominal incision since that fucker has been getting pinchy if I so much as think about leaning over to grab something or wear a seatbelt too close to it.
..Trying not to pick at the navel line incisions and completely avoiding putting any kind of pressure on the side abdominal incision since that fucker has been getting pinchy if I so much as think about leaning over to grab something or wear a seatbelt too close to it.
Not much to report today...
Oct. 26th, 2016 04:44 pmIt's raining outside and thus too wet and cold to continue with the spray painting project my friend and roomie is going to need to wait until I can haul it to the studio to complete it.
No dreams to report, as last night I dined on leftover Vietnamese food instead of funky brie and apple cider.
Today has been a day for hot puer tea with ginger and honey, Japanese cough drops, cleaning the living room, catching up on old anime I haven't seen in a year (Natsume's Book of Friends), and attempting to sketch something inspired by Sfe Monster's recent inktober art.
Might see about making a feast for Sekhmet on all Hallow's instead of monstering this year, since the appendix put the kibosh on any heavy physical activity.
No dreams to report, as last night I dined on leftover Vietnamese food instead of funky brie and apple cider.
Today has been a day for hot puer tea with ginger and honey, Japanese cough drops, cleaning the living room, catching up on old anime I haven't seen in a year (Natsume's Book of Friends), and attempting to sketch something inspired by Sfe Monster's recent inktober art.
Might see about making a feast for Sekhmet on all Hallow's instead of monstering this year, since the appendix put the kibosh on any heavy physical activity.
#facepalm#
Oct. 26th, 2016 12:16 amRIGHTY-O. Before I enter in my dream log of yesterday's subconcious play escapades, I think I need to do something important.
Such as informing y'all that last week Monday I drove my own damn ass to the ER, and after about 4 hours on morphine, was found to have a swollen angry appendix crimped around part of my colon.
This is the past news, and some of y'all already know about it because I was sane and sober enough to let various friends know via phone texts. I'm fine, recovering from surgery and mostly irritated with how little I can get done in a day thanks to a limit put on how much I can lift/carry for another two weeks. The offending organ has been removed and....yeah. Maybe I'm not mentally okay with the series of events.
...anyhow I'm going to make an effort while recovering to at least write something each day.
Even if it's just a few sentences about my day and not good stuff life dream entries.
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Dream notes 10-25-2016
Woke up at 6:25 am after having insanely convoluted art-dream that involved me retracing my steps to regain my art supplies from a previous adventure-dream that spanned 3(? may be more) different Conventions during one summer season. Cosplaying and cosplayers were represented of seriously way too many fandoms to name in waking hours (dear brain apparently brie that is slightly off and apple cider before bed is not the wisest plan) along with my ghetto-ass attempts to cosplay with them as fancharacters (Steven Universe Gems).
At this point I'm rereading what I have just written and wondering why the actual FUCK I'm having an insanely complex dream in just 3 hours of sleep. I haven't finished writing it all down but the reason for my status as being wide-fucking-awake is made known as the upstairs neighbors thump and complain overhead.
Back to the point, because partway through this run of madness that were sitcom-level wacky attempts at control and encouragement of my creative processes in life, lucidity dawned in that fine moment of 'waaaaaait a second, I know I've danced to this tune before'. After that it was observing my 'self' as the rest of the insanity progressed including apt descriptions from the police for a BOLO on my jeep, for my arrest over something I vaguely recall involving milk crime. ... There were car crashes going through stacks of supplies that I'd salvaged from around half of the sites I'd visited on a prior trip when I started asking the question "Wait, didn't all of this happen three fucking years ago? None of that stuff would even still be in place back there anymore, people got Lives to LIVE and my shit would have just been thrown away because it was in their way'.
It was then a progression of a trainwreck as things all became comically worse, to the point where I'm standing in the exploded remains of where my art studio shack used to be, completely unharmed and having not learned the lesson at all before raring off to go help a friend to make myself feel better about the entire stinking pile of drama.
Seriously brain, WHAT THE HELL. Going to attempt to go back to sleep now at 7 am. After all of that I had to wake up, realize I needed to pee painfully bad and write all of this down before it all escaped my brain.
Such as informing y'all that last week Monday I drove my own damn ass to the ER, and after about 4 hours on morphine, was found to have a swollen angry appendix crimped around part of my colon.
This is the past news, and some of y'all already know about it because I was sane and sober enough to let various friends know via phone texts. I'm fine, recovering from surgery and mostly irritated with how little I can get done in a day thanks to a limit put on how much I can lift/carry for another two weeks. The offending organ has been removed and....yeah. Maybe I'm not mentally okay with the series of events.
...anyhow I'm going to make an effort while recovering to at least write something each day.
Even if it's just a few sentences about my day and not good stuff life dream entries.
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Dream notes 10-25-2016
Woke up at 6:25 am after having insanely convoluted art-dream that involved me retracing my steps to regain my art supplies from a previous adventure-dream that spanned 3(? may be more) different Conventions during one summer season. Cosplaying and cosplayers were represented of seriously way too many fandoms to name in waking hours (dear brain apparently brie that is slightly off and apple cider before bed is not the wisest plan) along with my ghetto-ass attempts to cosplay with them as fancharacters (Steven Universe Gems).
At this point I'm rereading what I have just written and wondering why the actual FUCK I'm having an insanely complex dream in just 3 hours of sleep. I haven't finished writing it all down but the reason for my status as being wide-fucking-awake is made known as the upstairs neighbors thump and complain overhead.
Back to the point, because partway through this run of madness that were sitcom-level wacky attempts at control and encouragement of my creative processes in life, lucidity dawned in that fine moment of 'waaaaaait a second, I know I've danced to this tune before'. After that it was observing my 'self' as the rest of the insanity progressed including apt descriptions from the police for a BOLO on my jeep, for my arrest over something I vaguely recall involving milk crime. ... There were car crashes going through stacks of supplies that I'd salvaged from around half of the sites I'd visited on a prior trip when I started asking the question "Wait, didn't all of this happen three fucking years ago? None of that stuff would even still be in place back there anymore, people got Lives to LIVE and my shit would have just been thrown away because it was in their way'.
It was then a progression of a trainwreck as things all became comically worse, to the point where I'm standing in the exploded remains of where my art studio shack used to be, completely unharmed and having not learned the lesson at all before raring off to go help a friend to make myself feel better about the entire stinking pile of drama.
Seriously brain, WHAT THE HELL. Going to attempt to go back to sleep now at 7 am. After all of that I had to wake up, realize I needed to pee painfully bad and write all of this down before it all escaped my brain.
Today is August 13th...
Aug. 13th, 2016 12:34 am...on this day in 1950, Johanna M. Schwalbe was born in Rome, Georgia. Her father and mother were both teachers, Jack Schwalbe teaching engineering and machine shop, Nina Schwalbe teaching English and Home Economics.
I could fill in the rest of the details between that day and today, but the important thing is this. I'd rather honor the day my mother entered the world, than spend a day weeping on the anniversary of when she left this mortal coil.
Every year, if I have the funds to do so, I make a donation to the Alpha-1 Foundation.
This year, is probably the first time I've actually be able to be coherent enough to talk about it and actually do the deed exactly on the date in question.
I guess this is what's called progress.
I could fill in the rest of the details between that day and today, but the important thing is this. I'd rather honor the day my mother entered the world, than spend a day weeping on the anniversary of when she left this mortal coil.
Every year, if I have the funds to do so, I make a donation to the Alpha-1 Foundation.
This year, is probably the first time I've actually be able to be coherent enough to talk about it and actually do the deed exactly on the date in question.
I guess this is what's called progress.
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Aug. 12th, 2016 01:26 am....reading over old entries from 8 years ago and just crying a little bit. Some of it good, some of it sore like an old scar you can't help but pick at.
For what may be the fifth or sixth time in four years I'm moving again, while unemployed. I have savings to make the move and signed the lease, so that's not the worry.
There's good things in here as well, like how I finally figured out what that form of Japanese saschiko-like embroidery for the fishing kimono was. It's called Boro and I love it and hate the fact that the folks who do the work for it aren't paid NEARLY what it's worth in the art galleries.
I've both grown as a person and in knowledge but also...have way less energy.
For what may be the fifth or sixth time in four years I'm moving again, while unemployed. I have savings to make the move and signed the lease, so that's not the worry.
There's good things in here as well, like how I finally figured out what that form of Japanese saschiko-like embroidery for the fishing kimono was. It's called Boro and I love it and hate the fact that the folks who do the work for it aren't paid NEARLY what it's worth in the art galleries.
I've both grown as a person and in knowledge but also...have way less energy.
Good News: I get tomorrow off from the the hell plant that is the temp job at the plastics company
Bad news: Tomorrow afternoon I am supposed to be getting a call if I am going to be going back there to work or not.
Good news: The creeping tingling an occaissional nerve pinch going on in my hands and fingers for the past two weeks has been looked at.
Bad News: It's carpal tunnel syndrome. I did not have the social spoons to delve into the late-afternoon swarm at Walmart to pick up naproxen or special wrist splints for when I sleep. Things for tomorrow's todo list
Bad news: Since my bank reported that some of my information on a website I shopped at has been stolen, so I had to go to the bank, cancel my debit card and withdraw the $$$ needed to pay for Rent, Food, Gas and most importantly of ALL...the upcoming expenses for the con.
Good news: I am on for hitting up Convergence in Minneapolis over the 4th of July weekend next week. Hotel is a go, registration already paid for, time taken off TWICE (if Raoul tries to set me up with something next week for temp work I WILL LIGHT THAT PUERTO RICAN MAN ON FIRE)
Bad news: I didn't get enough punk patches made for the Whales Ate My Baby packs. Or any of the really FUN ones made up (srsly, the fact that there is a GIRAFFE constellation cracks me the hell up)
...I thought I had more but right now I've spent 15 hours awake and sober and I really need to fix ONE OF THOSE THINGS. Because Rage Sewing isn't an option with carpal tunnel.
Bad news: Tomorrow afternoon I am supposed to be getting a call if I am going to be going back there to work or not.
Good news: The creeping tingling an occaissional nerve pinch going on in my hands and fingers for the past two weeks has been looked at.
Bad News: It's carpal tunnel syndrome. I did not have the social spoons to delve into the late-afternoon swarm at Walmart to pick up naproxen or special wrist splints for when I sleep. Things for tomorrow's todo list
Bad news: Since my bank reported that some of my information on a website I shopped at has been stolen, so I had to go to the bank, cancel my debit card and withdraw the $$$ needed to pay for Rent, Food, Gas and most importantly of ALL...the upcoming expenses for the con.
Good news: I am on for hitting up Convergence in Minneapolis over the 4th of July weekend next week. Hotel is a go, registration already paid for, time taken off TWICE (if Raoul tries to set me up with something next week for temp work I WILL LIGHT THAT PUERTO RICAN MAN ON FIRE)
Bad news: I didn't get enough punk patches made for the Whales Ate My Baby packs. Or any of the really FUN ones made up (srsly, the fact that there is a GIRAFFE constellation cracks me the hell up)
...I thought I had more but right now I've spent 15 hours awake and sober and I really need to fix ONE OF THOSE THINGS. Because Rage Sewing isn't an option with carpal tunnel.
Sooo... The place I was going to get hired at ran out of work (their director has promised the agents at the temp agency that the company WILL BE HIRING ME ON when more work arrives)...which led to everyone except half a skeleton crew (for running the factory) to being temporarily laid off before Memorial Day. This happened last week Thursday. There were other events related to that time and event, some of which people already know about. In the sense that they knew not to poke the nuclear bear.
For the past week I've been working at another factory through the same temp agency... Tomorrow, I will be calling them while on one of my breaks, to say that I will NOT be fucking continuing this bullshit of a week of 12 hr shifts in a place with no fucking fans worth a damn, while standing on my feet for all but 45 minutes of that 12 hour shift.
Right now my everything hurts, I have no energy to write any fiction or tag... and I have to get up at 3:30 am again tomorrow for another shift.
...I think everything below the navel is going to try to murder me in my sleep tonight.
I also suck at keeping on with updating this journal. Sorry.
For the past week I've been working at another factory through the same temp agency... Tomorrow, I will be calling them while on one of my breaks, to say that I will NOT be fucking continuing this bullshit of a week of 12 hr shifts in a place with no fucking fans worth a damn, while standing on my feet for all but 45 minutes of that 12 hour shift.
Right now my everything hurts, I have no energy to write any fiction or tag... and I have to get up at 3:30 am again tomorrow for another shift.
...I think everything below the navel is going to try to murder me in my sleep tonight.
I also suck at keeping on with updating this journal. Sorry.
I am now 70% moved into the new place in Sheboygan and wow have I really let myself slide on updating things since I got stuck in the ass-end of no-where Wisconsin.
Fun thing, the meat-packing plant job let me go after 4 days, saying "You don't seem to be a good fit for our company". Not actually to my face, I heard this through the temp service via phone call about 20 minutes after leaving work on the 4th day. Suffice to say I was not happy, even less happy when a few weeks later Aunt Kate went to ask them WHY I was let go. *Facepalm* Curious does not mean invasive with most people, but with that woman I swear.... Strike one.
Apparently I "Did not soak up new information fast enough" and "chased people out of the breakroom with farting". Those were Kate's words and probably not what the lead supervisor said, because my business with them ended the moment they terminated my contract with them.
On the topic of the puppy situation, she has gotten leash trained and regularly goes out on walkies with Aunt Kate who is absolutely smitten with her. Kate has fallen out with the dog rehabilitator for not bringing the dog in for examination over in Iowa. By falling out I mean Kate won't listen to any experts now, save for the ones who've written books or made audiobooks about the subject of dogs. Strike Two!
I think in the heaviest of topics that need to be updated, this recent Labor Day I did NOT get to pack everything up and go down to Sheboygan as previously planned, but instead had to suffer through Aunt Kate's attempts to get someone to come by and fix the water heater on the RV for free. Which was followed by her saying that we 'needed to have an important talk' over a good dinner somewhere. (it ended up being this faux-wildwoods restaurant called ADVENTURES, believe me they want the name capitalized) She didn't hint about what the talk was going to be about so believe me when I say that I didn't believe what I was hearing at first. According to her, if I don't become self-sustaining in the next 3-5 years my family may take measures to have me declared 'incompetant' and sent into a group home for adults or possibly even institutionalized. I didn't take it well and started crying at the end of the meal as I lost both my appetite and my attention span during Kate's long-winded plans to get me a job that has a retirement fund.
Next day I wake up to find out I'd left my wallet at the grocery store the night before when I'd purchased a mix-n-match 6pack of beer for night time coping strategies. With three hours cut from an already re-arranged packing day I didn't get to load the dresser into the jeep with my clothes as had been previously planned. I landed in Sheboygan safely after a 6hr drive and promptly just stared at a wall for a while until my friend got done with her job and then took us out to eat, because according to her "You've had a shitty day yesterday and you need some happy." I love my friends, because not only do they give me a place to live, but her family wants to adopt me, and I feel at home.
Fun thing, the meat-packing plant job let me go after 4 days, saying "You don't seem to be a good fit for our company". Not actually to my face, I heard this through the temp service via phone call about 20 minutes after leaving work on the 4th day. Suffice to say I was not happy, even less happy when a few weeks later Aunt Kate went to ask them WHY I was let go. *Facepalm* Curious does not mean invasive with most people, but with that woman I swear.... Strike one.
Apparently I "Did not soak up new information fast enough" and "chased people out of the breakroom with farting". Those were Kate's words and probably not what the lead supervisor said, because my business with them ended the moment they terminated my contract with them.
On the topic of the puppy situation, she has gotten leash trained and regularly goes out on walkies with Aunt Kate who is absolutely smitten with her. Kate has fallen out with the dog rehabilitator for not bringing the dog in for examination over in Iowa. By falling out I mean Kate won't listen to any experts now, save for the ones who've written books or made audiobooks about the subject of dogs. Strike Two!
I think in the heaviest of topics that need to be updated, this recent Labor Day I did NOT get to pack everything up and go down to Sheboygan as previously planned, but instead had to suffer through Aunt Kate's attempts to get someone to come by and fix the water heater on the RV for free. Which was followed by her saying that we 'needed to have an important talk' over a good dinner somewhere. (it ended up being this faux-wildwoods restaurant called ADVENTURES, believe me they want the name capitalized) She didn't hint about what the talk was going to be about so believe me when I say that I didn't believe what I was hearing at first. According to her, if I don't become self-sustaining in the next 3-5 years my family may take measures to have me declared 'incompetant' and sent into a group home for adults or possibly even institutionalized. I didn't take it well and started crying at the end of the meal as I lost both my appetite and my attention span during Kate's long-winded plans to get me a job that has a retirement fund.
Next day I wake up to find out I'd left my wallet at the grocery store the night before when I'd purchased a mix-n-match 6pack of beer for night time coping strategies. With three hours cut from an already re-arranged packing day I didn't get to load the dresser into the jeep with my clothes as had been previously planned. I landed in Sheboygan safely after a 6hr drive and promptly just stared at a wall for a while until my friend got done with her job and then took us out to eat, because according to her "You've had a shitty day yesterday and you need some happy." I love my friends, because not only do they give me a place to live, but her family wants to adopt me, and I feel at home.
So I've talked things over with my aunt and I'm setting up to move back down to Sheboygan at the end of September. That's the great news because up here in the Christian God run and bear-filled north I have no tribe. Also a couple nights ago the high-pitched grunting I heard in the yard was a bear taking a dump not 20 feet away from the machine shed where the RV is parked.
SCREW THIS. I draw the line at having bears for neighbors fuck you very much.
The only good news is that today, after my job interview on Monday, I got the call back from a steady job at the meat-packing plant 45 minutes from here. I don't have to stay if I don't like it but it's going to be income for a little while.
Yes, you read that right, meat packing plant. I'm not allowed into the slaughter or meat-cutting rooms because I got hired through a temp service. I'll stick with this for a while but I do not forsee it working out, especially if I want to be GONE by the end of September.
SCREW THIS. I draw the line at having bears for neighbors fuck you very much.
The only good news is that today, after my job interview on Monday, I got the call back from a steady job at the meat-packing plant 45 minutes from here. I don't have to stay if I don't like it but it's going to be income for a little while.
Yes, you read that right, meat packing plant. I'm not allowed into the slaughter or meat-cutting rooms because I got hired through a temp service. I'll stick with this for a while but I do not forsee it working out, especially if I want to be GONE by the end of September.
First off, good news since my last post.
We caught the puppy and I unintentionally made $100 off of it. She is an adorable creature who seems to be perpetually terrified and now gods help me might be entering heat. The aunt is planning to take puppy to a rehabilitator for evaluation because the 5 weeks running around in the bush and getting chased by the local rednecks did not help anything.
Said rehabber for this breed of dog lives in Southern IOWA so that's gonna be one fun road trip.
I've been starting to apply for factory work and I almost wish I weren't but... I need to stop spending my inheritance and get an actual job. Enough to support myself and get away from my aunt.
She says I need to give this place more of a chance, I've only been her barely two months.
I am not convinced, but fighting that topic is a noisy, angry, and often fruitless battle. Though she has given up on getting me to buy the house down the road and fix it up as an INVESTMENT. Ai, ai, ai, so many things wrong with that I have no idea how to list them.
We caught the puppy and I unintentionally made $100 off of it. She is an adorable creature who seems to be perpetually terrified and now gods help me might be entering heat. The aunt is planning to take puppy to a rehabilitator for evaluation because the 5 weeks running around in the bush and getting chased by the local rednecks did not help anything.
Said rehabber for this breed of dog lives in Southern IOWA so that's gonna be one fun road trip.
I've been starting to apply for factory work and I almost wish I weren't but... I need to stop spending my inheritance and get an actual job. Enough to support myself and get away from my aunt.
She says I need to give this place more of a chance, I've only been her barely two months.
I am not convinced, but fighting that topic is a noisy, angry, and often fruitless battle. Though she has given up on getting me to buy the house down the road and fix it up as an INVESTMENT. Ai, ai, ai, so many things wrong with that I have no idea how to list them.
Battling the funk
May. 16th, 2015 03:18 pmSo this week has been terribly rainy and terribly exhausting in that things with my aunt keep hitting setbacks. There's also a lost puppy involved, and really the entire thing is exhausting to explain, even if it boils down to Aunt Kate being too stubborn to listen to instructions.
When the handler of the purebred puppy you ordered delivers the pup and tells you NOT TO TAKE IT OUT OF THE CRATE OR IT WILL SLIP THE LEASH YOU DAMN WELL LISTEN.
We see the dog often enough, and I know y'all will rightly worry about it. Right now I have zero energy to worry about the dog. I hope Kate gets her head out of her butt and gets down to business for actually live-trapping the puppy because that may be the only sure, humane way to GO.
I saw BEARS on the side of the road the other day and regularly hear coyotes. Nothing is kosher about this and I'm living out of an RV in the machine shed right now. It's supposed to be temporary but I have little faith about this arrangement working out like it was supposed to on time.
When the handler of the purebred puppy you ordered delivers the pup and tells you NOT TO TAKE IT OUT OF THE CRATE OR IT WILL SLIP THE LEASH YOU DAMN WELL LISTEN.
We see the dog often enough, and I know y'all will rightly worry about it. Right now I have zero energy to worry about the dog. I hope Kate gets her head out of her butt and gets down to business for actually live-trapping the puppy because that may be the only sure, humane way to GO.
I saw BEARS on the side of the road the other day and regularly hear coyotes. Nothing is kosher about this and I'm living out of an RV in the machine shed right now. It's supposed to be temporary but I have little faith about this arrangement working out like it was supposed to on time.
