Sooooo..... I have decided to diverge from my normal self-indulgent rantings and focus on something a little more…worldly. Governor Palin recently had her first interview on television. and let’s just say she more than disappointed me. I am all for having a woman in office, but I don’t understand what she says most of the time in this interview. She runs Charlie Gibson round in circles. She never gives a direct answer. I want to know what the hell she believes.
For what ABC cut out of the interview click here. Although this site is generated by a proponent of the right, I think it's important to hear—well read—the entire interview after you watch the clip.
Also a note on the subtext on the video. I don’t really care for the notes and you may toggle it off. However, I also don’t care how much executive experience a president has. A fat lot of good it did in the case of George W. Bush.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
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It’s another one of those long sleepless nights that no amount of relaxation or reading a book can take care of. So I’m up at three in the morning, typing to an audience that doesn’t exist save a few friends.
Since I’m up though, I’ll give a short update on how things are going in the world of the Amoeba (i.e., Single-Celled Organism). Let’s see. I think a bullet list will suffice here…
Since I’m up though, I’ll give a short update on how things are going in the world of the Amoeba (i.e., Single-Celled Organism). Let’s see. I think a bullet list will suffice here…
- We have successfully packed out of our old place.
It took us a few days to get everything packed out, but in the end we did it. I have more shit that I first thought. Surprisingly though, it is all art and/or architecture related aside from clothing and techno-crap. - My mother has more clothes than one person should ever be allowed to have.
I didn’t count, but I think I packed out at least two dozen hangers, not to mention her boxes of clothes and accessories. Seriously… - My puppy is decidedly out of control.
He’s going through horrible anxiety about the move. Plus, he’s got the “terrible twos” for puppies. Actually, what is happening is that we aren’t spending enough time with him and training daily as we ought. When a dog is young like this, they tend to require extra attention. One thing I can say though is that he is undoubtedly attached to me—which can be a problem when he hasn’t seen me all day and leaps from one vehicle to chase the one I’m driving. It’s dreadfully full of anxiety when he won’t come when he is called. - Tomorrow we are spending much of the day cleaning our old place.
We have moved everything but the stuff we are taking to Goodwill, and now we must clean up to make life easier on the new tenants. I always find it incredibly rude for people moving out not to clean up after themselves. My grandparents used to own some apartments, and people would just up and move without even cleaning up anything. It was quite disgusting considering that the people who stayed there were sub-poverty. When I would help them clean up an old apartment for the next tenant, it would invariably end up with me being sick for a while after. Let’s just say I don’t deal well with other people’s dirt. - Tomorrow also is the day I plan on moving my trailer in to where it will reside, and so myself, for the next six months to (hopefully less than) a year.
I have grand plans for my little 24-foot camping trailer. As pictured earlier, it is brown—very brown. I want to paint the walls white. Also, I’m going to look into how much it will cost to buy Roman shades at IKEA versus how much it will cost to make them. I kind of like the idea of making them because I can choose my own fabric and custom fit them to each window.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
sleep at eleven
wake at seven.
Seems easy enough. Only tricky part is that I need to take medicine to get to sleep this early. Here’s to trazadone and to a good night’s sleep. My dog acts as a sufficient alarm clock because when he hears Mom get up in the morning he’s wanting to go see her. It’s pretty cute. I just have a lot to do tomorrow that I didn’t have a chance to get to today because I friggin’ woke up at 12:30 PM…bleargh! Well here goes nothing, if not for a long night of sleep and dreams :D
Seems easy enough. Only tricky part is that I need to take medicine to get to sleep this early. Here’s to trazadone and to a good night’s sleep. My dog acts as a sufficient alarm clock because when he hears Mom get up in the morning he’s wanting to go see her. It’s pretty cute. I just have a lot to do tomorrow that I didn’t have a chance to get to today because I friggin’ woke up at 12:30 PM…bleargh! Well here goes nothing, if not for a long night of sleep and dreams :D
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
‘whoa’
definition::What you say when life throws you a doozy.
Well, last night Mom and I stayed at her folks’ place, whose property we will be staying on for the time being. I went back to our old place to start packing out some more stuff, and I noticed something taped to the door…it was a notice from our landlord stating that we have until Monday to pay our rent in full or we have to move out. Basically, it was an eviction notice that was put nicely.
I have a problem with this issue though. Mom and I had arranged for us to be able to pay the rent on the 25th of this month rather than at the first of the month prior to when it was due. Since we spoke to her in August, we thought everything was fine. Well, then she wanted us to provide something in writing, but you know how it is when you have to pack every day and Mom is working all the time. We just have had no time or energy to divert to such a mundane task. Well it turns out that it was more important to her than we expected. So now she expects a full month’s rent—which isn’t going to happen because we gave our 30 days notice last month on the 21st and we aren't going to pay that either since she’s kicking us out on the 15th—or else for us to move out of her parents’ apartment.
Mom thinks that she freaked out when she came over to our apartment and saw much of it packed and gone. I’m not sure what went down, but I’m kinda glad it did happen because it lit a fire under our asses to get this shit moved fast. I was enjoying taking it slow for a time, but it’s time we kicked it into high gear to move on. I’m SO over Milwaukie, Redneck, Oregon…more than you’ll ever know—seriously.
Well, last night Mom and I stayed at her folks’ place, whose property we will be staying on for the time being. I went back to our old place to start packing out some more stuff, and I noticed something taped to the door…it was a notice from our landlord stating that we have until Monday to pay our rent in full or we have to move out. Basically, it was an eviction notice that was put nicely.
I have a problem with this issue though. Mom and I had arranged for us to be able to pay the rent on the 25th of this month rather than at the first of the month prior to when it was due. Since we spoke to her in August, we thought everything was fine. Well, then she wanted us to provide something in writing, but you know how it is when you have to pack every day and Mom is working all the time. We just have had no time or energy to divert to such a mundane task. Well it turns out that it was more important to her than we expected. So now she expects a full month’s rent—which isn’t going to happen because we gave our 30 days notice last month on the 21st and we aren't going to pay that either since she’s kicking us out on the 15th—or else for us to move out of her parents’ apartment.
Mom thinks that she freaked out when she came over to our apartment and saw much of it packed and gone. I’m not sure what went down, but I’m kinda glad it did happen because it lit a fire under our asses to get this shit moved fast. I was enjoying taking it slow for a time, but it’s time we kicked it into high gear to move on. I’m SO over Milwaukie, Redneck, Oregon…more than you’ll ever know—seriously.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
roller coaster
…don’t stop ’til you get enough.
Well, it finally hit me. Soon after my last post, I had a breakdown. I was digging a hole for my new digs, and I realized that the reality of moving was impending. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I freaked out. Completely. I had a big break down. I had some very violent and scary impulses about hurting others. I’m not sure if it was a psychotic break. I remember everything, but I know that it wasn’t me thinking the thoughts.
I don’t know what was all going through my mind, but I wanted to know what triggered this kind of crazy version of me. As I thought more about it, I realized that the stress of moving was too much for me at that moment. I hadn’t put much thought into it prior to that day, and it washed over me with more power than it might have with someone else. I have moved more in my short 23 years than most people will move in their lifetime. What I can remember is that I moved thirteen times before I reached my eighteenth birthday. A few of those moves were very traumatic and moving once more triggered those latent feelings.
It took me about a week for fully recover from that incident. But I have a handle of my past feelings and will learn to deal with them more fully as time goes on and my counselor and I work together. It looks like it will be a difficult, but fruitful adventure when all is said and done. More to come of my saga for self-improvement later. Cheers for now.
Well, it finally hit me. Soon after my last post, I had a breakdown. I was digging a hole for my new digs, and I realized that the reality of moving was impending. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I freaked out. Completely. I had a big break down. I had some very violent and scary impulses about hurting others. I’m not sure if it was a psychotic break. I remember everything, but I know that it wasn’t me thinking the thoughts.
I don’t know what was all going through my mind, but I wanted to know what triggered this kind of crazy version of me. As I thought more about it, I realized that the stress of moving was too much for me at that moment. I hadn’t put much thought into it prior to that day, and it washed over me with more power than it might have with someone else. I have moved more in my short 23 years than most people will move in their lifetime. What I can remember is that I moved thirteen times before I reached my eighteenth birthday. A few of those moves were very traumatic and moving once more triggered those latent feelings.
It took me about a week for fully recover from that incident. But I have a handle of my past feelings and will learn to deal with them more fully as time goes on and my counselor and I work together. It looks like it will be a difficult, but fruitful adventure when all is said and done. More to come of my saga for self-improvement later. Cheers for now.
Monday, September 1, 2008
new digs
These images are pretty crappy so bear with me…
What the ungodly outside looks like. Kinda embarrassing, but I’m broke so…
Kitchen…nothing to see, moving right along.
View of “living room” with a very uncomfortable couch. It will house my work desk and Cooper’s bed.
View of my bed ><; I'm trying to imagine a bright wall color (probably white) with Roman shades on all the windows. My goal is to make it more livable and more worth taking camping also…
What the ungodly outside looks like. Kinda embarrassing, but I’m broke so…
Kitchen…nothing to see, moving right along.
View of “living room” with a very uncomfortable couch. It will house my work desk and Cooper’s bed.
View of my bed ><; I'm trying to imagine a bright wall color (probably white) with Roman shades on all the windows. My goal is to make it more livable and more worth taking camping also…
Sunday, August 31, 2008
chinese checkers
a fun game with fond childhood memories...but is it really Chinese?
That makes me really want to go get a chinese checkers game! I'll have to invest in one. :)
I have an early day tomorrow so I'll keep this brief. We almost have the entire downstairs packed out. All but the essentials are out of the office and living room. I'm going to have to pick up some more and get more active in packing if we are to move in three weeks. OMG three more weeks. Sigh I'm so over moving every few years. I want to go to Boston and meet a boy and settle down and have our 2.5 kids and have a house abroad. We'll live in Boston some years and in our other house some years. Haha...at least a boy can dream.
More to come! <3
That makes me really want to go get a chinese checkers game! I'll have to invest in one. :)
I have an early day tomorrow so I'll keep this brief. We almost have the entire downstairs packed out. All but the essentials are out of the office and living room. I'm going to have to pick up some more and get more active in packing if we are to move in three weeks. OMG three more weeks. Sigh I'm so over moving every few years. I want to go to Boston and meet a boy and settle down and have our 2.5 kids and have a house abroad. We'll live in Boston some years and in our other house some years. Haha...at least a boy can dream.
More to come! <3
