Heart of a Hunter Madeline Baker
Frostfire Lynn Viehl
Tempt me at Twilight Lisa Kleypas
4th Bride Book Nora Roberts Nov
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Steak and potatoes
I bought steak for my bro, his fiancee and me. I guess the baby gets PBJ again. I gotta make some potatoes to go with them and bring some rolls. I've been getting along with my youngest brother while my parents are out of town.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
I can come out [of my room] now.
"Gee, thanks Dad."
I'm 24, staying as a guest at your house with my 2 year old, and you sent me to my room for 'slamming' pans in protest for being called out on not doing them last night.
Seriously?
Seriously, folks. Guests at my parents' house are expected to go to their room for picking up two pans at once and making them clank in order to start the dishwater to wash them. The only thought in my head regarding him at the time was I should probably wait until he's out of the kitchen; and forget about these until later. But, then he'd be yelling at me then, and that's uncool too.
Yes, for the more mature reader, I know I'll always be a child in my parents' eyes. But I got sent to my room for trying to comply and yelled as opposed to "Good morning" over two pans(one of which was mine) that I had every intention of washing after I did my hair, which happened to be what I was doing at the time of the yelling fit on his part. Then he had the nerve to come in here thirty minutes later and tell me "You can come out of your room now." *laughter* I'm sorry I think I'm going to stay in my room until your ass is out of the house because you're too civil and 'pleasant' for me to stomach.
I'm 24, staying as a guest at your house with my 2 year old, and you sent me to my room for 'slamming' pans in protest for being called out on not doing them last night.
Seriously?
Seriously, folks. Guests at my parents' house are expected to go to their room for picking up two pans at once and making them clank in order to start the dishwater to wash them. The only thought in my head regarding him at the time was I should probably wait until he's out of the kitchen; and forget about these until later. But, then he'd be yelling at me then, and that's uncool too.
Yes, for the more mature reader, I know I'll always be a child in my parents' eyes. But I got sent to my room for trying to comply and yelled as opposed to "Good morning" over two pans(one of which was mine) that I had every intention of washing after I did my hair, which happened to be what I was doing at the time of the yelling fit on his part. Then he had the nerve to come in here thirty minutes later and tell me "You can come out of your room now." *laughter* I'm sorry I think I'm going to stay in my room until your ass is out of the house because you're too civil and 'pleasant' for me to stomach.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Kites, headaches and child
I flew a kite with my husband yesterday. Baby wanted nothing to do with it. I ended up putting it together. I couldn't figure out were the pockets for the short rods went, so my husband did that part. Anyways, we took turns flying it and playing on the outdoor equipment with the two year old. I got some rope burn on my right middle finger. It stung bad yesterday, but it's fine today.
I did my taxes. Well, most of them. I need the 1099-M that's coming in and the other forms I ordered. I ended up needing a 8812 and 8919.
If you have a child, or dependent, you can't file 1040-EZ. You have to file a 1040-A, which doesn't cover all the forms of income and deductions that a 1040 covers. Oh, and that 1099M isn't on the A form, go figure.
8919 is the form for unreported SSI taxes on wages that weren't tips. 8812 is in order to get the full $1,000 credit for my child. They want to give you that money, but you have to file a form if your tax is lower than the credit amount. They pay you the money. I need to look into EIC. We're paying in only for them to tell us, oh hey you make shit so have all your money back. Thanks, really needed another reminder of barely making it here.
Books I want to read:
Dreamveil
I did my taxes. Well, most of them. I need the 1099-M that's coming in and the other forms I ordered. I ended up needing a 8812 and 8919.
If you have a child, or dependent, you can't file 1040-EZ. You have to file a 1040-A, which doesn't cover all the forms of income and deductions that a 1040 covers. Oh, and that 1099M isn't on the A form, go figure.
8919 is the form for unreported SSI taxes on wages that weren't tips. 8812 is in order to get the full $1,000 credit for my child. They want to give you that money, but you have to file a form if your tax is lower than the credit amount. They pay you the money. I need to look into EIC. We're paying in only for them to tell us, oh hey you make shit so have all your money back. Thanks, really needed another reminder of barely making it here.
Books I want to read:
Dreamveil
Monday, March 8, 2010
Failure to Communicate
*pause*
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That's it, right? I'm going to type with my eyes close and get this out here. I'm stressed. My husband lost his job. I learned to type, although slowly, somewhere since ninth grade. Didn't pick up the numbers I guess. I couldn't hit the 9.(Yes, I looked for that one.) "Draft autosaved at 12:03AM." My baby girl hit me in the face when I went to bed. She didn't want me to curl up with her, though Daddy was okay. Tonight, I read a girl's? blog, only a part of it, but she didn't use caps at all. I don't know her or the lady with the four kids and the farm/garden, I read some of their work. My mom says people on the internet don't exist. So none of this counts, and you're not reading this. This was documented by me, for me, and there's no one out there that will stumble upon it googling "smile in your pocket lyrics". Wasn't that a song I sang as a kid or a poem I read in a Brownie book for Girl Scouts? Or was it just some song for puppets in Mister Rogers Neighborhood? I need paragraphs. This is running together. Fine. Here's one now.
I want to write. I think. I read somewhere the important part to writing is to sit down and write. I couldn't find it again. I wanted to so I could etch it into my mind. Maybe that's God's way of taking my crutch and removing the quote, so I have to retype it and paraphrase it since I can't copy it verbatim. This is writing. Even it's bullshit, right?
To my therapist in the future: I hate the idea of you, but I think I need to write you some notes. Things I might forget to say later.
I don't want to be a zombie like my mother's mother. I have so much in common with her already; although, I missed the productive and supportive bits. The backbone, you might say.
I'm a failure as a mother. I don't speak to my daughter as often as I should. I'm afraid to take her outside. Even given that the wicker bench on the porch hasn't been destroyed or stolen. That should say something good about the neighborhood.
I don't like meeting new people; it's awkward and humiliating because I'm abnormal. I like daydreaming, it's like my life; only there's no one to impress or play audience. I guess it's the no pressure aspect, and the fact that godmode cheat is always enabled so you can redo fuck ups.
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That's it, right? I'm going to type with my eyes close and get this out here. I'm stressed. My husband lost his job. I learned to type, although slowly, somewhere since ninth grade. Didn't pick up the numbers I guess. I couldn't hit the 9.(Yes, I looked for that one.) "Draft autosaved at 12:03AM." My baby girl hit me in the face when I went to bed. She didn't want me to curl up with her, though Daddy was okay. Tonight, I read a girl's? blog, only a part of it, but she didn't use caps at all. I don't know her or the lady with the four kids and the farm/garden, I read some of their work. My mom says people on the internet don't exist. So none of this counts, and you're not reading this. This was documented by me, for me, and there's no one out there that will stumble upon it googling "smile in your pocket lyrics". Wasn't that a song I sang as a kid or a poem I read in a Brownie book for Girl Scouts? Or was it just some song for puppets in Mister Rogers Neighborhood? I need paragraphs. This is running together. Fine. Here's one now.
I want to write. I think. I read somewhere the important part to writing is to sit down and write. I couldn't find it again. I wanted to so I could etch it into my mind. Maybe that's God's way of taking my crutch and removing the quote, so I have to retype it and paraphrase it since I can't copy it verbatim. This is writing. Even it's bullshit, right?
To my therapist in the future: I hate the idea of you, but I think I need to write you some notes. Things I might forget to say later.
I don't want to be a zombie like my mother's mother. I have so much in common with her already; although, I missed the productive and supportive bits. The backbone, you might say.
I'm a failure as a mother. I don't speak to my daughter as often as I should. I'm afraid to take her outside. Even given that the wicker bench on the porch hasn't been destroyed or stolen. That should say something good about the neighborhood.
I don't like meeting new people; it's awkward and humiliating because I'm abnormal. I like daydreaming, it's like my life; only there's no one to impress or play audience. I guess it's the no pressure aspect, and the fact that godmode cheat is always enabled so you can redo fuck ups.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Something I want published on the internet.
Being before your time gets you killed violently on the best days.
Need to do some research for supporting arguments.
Need to do some research for supporting arguments.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Old Material
My husband wrote this back in December 2008. RANT! Due to comments he followed it up with Follow up. He's rather unbiased about the case. We really didn't care about the shaman, but rereading left me feeling I'd wish I'd comment back then to point out a few details left unmentioned.
The guy was the only shaman in raid. His real competition was the RNG not us. (God, I hate that RNG I really do.) Any shaman mail that dropped was his... why argue over a pair of leather boots with stat itemization wasted on spirit? Rings and trinkets would have been foregone, but every piece of spell power mail or shield was his.
Also, the guy was going on the whole of two bosses about how his only non purple slots were shield and boots? I think. I really don't remember the other slot, only reassuring him that any and all shields he could use would be his(He was after all the only one that could use it!). I couldn't guarantee trinkets and rings as our own healers needed them and not say the shaman mail they can't wear.
Okay ~rant off~ In SK, our loot system, the RNG is your opponent. In order for the other healers to gear they drop for their cloth/leather pushing you to the top. If that ring/trinket drops then guess who gets it? You(cheer), then you go on bottom. If that's followed up with mail. Guess who's the resto shaman? You again, you drop on bottom again... oh, no, you're at the bottom, so you can't go anywhere and the cycle continues, so you got two loots for the position of one! And it works like that with all trinkets and rings: tank, melee, caster/healer. ~rant free zone end~
That's one of the reasons every pug I've ever seen is stunned at the end of a farm run. They literally get every piece of gear they could have possibly used for anything. The rest is sharded. We've geared main and offsets off lucky runs.
Yes, we use a priority system to back up the guild's progression, but by the same token we don't shard something if there's a chance anyone in raid could use it.
Currently since I'm the other tank for the guild on my prot pally I was swooping up spell plate/mail by the armfuls... Literally because no one but me could use it and at this point, it really doesn't matter. I had to share with a PUG shaman, who recently joined our guild. And nowasays, I actually feel bad if she's not there to roll main against my off. She needs it way more than I ever could! She's the one healing my ass in the fight. ^_^ <3 Maaline
I don't know. I think the people that worship purples can go to hell. I'd rather take a person in full blues that's pleasant and puts their heart into it over a cold bastard that just wants his sparklies. Guildmates that don't piss you off every other word outta their mouth are infinitely more precious than a greedy loot whore. God, I hate those casters that yank an upgrade from you for an extra hit piece to play with. Sidegrade, like wth lrn2share NUB!
Oh, and before you say anything about me being a loot whore. I dedicate all of my enchant materials to my guildies and gems. I enchant them and gem them for free! In fact I get mad if they're running around without since all they have to do is ask U_U
The guy was the only shaman in raid. His real competition was the RNG not us. (God, I hate that RNG I really do.) Any shaman mail that dropped was his... why argue over a pair of leather boots with stat itemization wasted on spirit? Rings and trinkets would have been foregone, but every piece of spell power mail or shield was his.
Also, the guy was going on the whole of two bosses about how his only non purple slots were shield and boots? I think. I really don't remember the other slot, only reassuring him that any and all shields he could use would be his(He was after all the only one that could use it!). I couldn't guarantee trinkets and rings as our own healers needed them and not say the shaman mail they can't wear.
Okay ~rant off~ In SK, our loot system, the RNG is your opponent. In order for the other healers to gear they drop for their cloth/leather pushing you to the top. If that ring/trinket drops then guess who gets it? You(cheer), then you go on bottom. If that's followed up with mail. Guess who's the resto shaman? You again, you drop on bottom again... oh, no, you're at the bottom, so you can't go anywhere and the cycle continues, so you got two loots for the position of one! And it works like that with all trinkets and rings: tank, melee, caster/healer. ~rant free zone end~
That's one of the reasons every pug I've ever seen is stunned at the end of a farm run. They literally get every piece of gear they could have possibly used for anything. The rest is sharded. We've geared main and offsets off lucky runs.
Yes, we use a priority system to back up the guild's progression, but by the same token we don't shard something if there's a chance anyone in raid could use it.
Currently since I'm the other tank for the guild on my prot pally I was swooping up spell plate/mail by the armfuls... Literally because no one but me could use it and at this point, it really doesn't matter. I had to share with a PUG shaman, who recently joined our guild. And nowasays, I actually feel bad if she's not there to roll main against my off. She needs it way more than I ever could! She's the one healing my ass in the fight. ^_^ <3 Maaline
I don't know. I think the people that worship purples can go to hell. I'd rather take a person in full blues that's pleasant and puts their heart into it over a cold bastard that just wants his sparklies. Guildmates that don't piss you off every other word outta their mouth are infinitely more precious than a greedy loot whore. God, I hate those casters that yank an upgrade from you for an extra hit piece to play with. Sidegrade, like wth lrn2share NUB!
Oh, and before you say anything about me being a loot whore. I dedicate all of my enchant materials to my guildies and gems. I enchant them and gem them for free! In fact I get mad if they're running around without since all they have to do is ask U_U
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