That Possum

Well I found out what that little possum was so interested in on the patio table. I had placed there last winter a live capture mouse trap and I had not thought another thought about it till now. I watched this possum as he tried to bite through the metal and get into it. Wondering myself what had this little critters attention so, I shooed him away far enough to open the top.

It was FULL of dead mice and one mole!! OMG! I didn't think the thing worked, but I think I was wrong to thing it. There was one mousie in there that looks like he died last night because he still looks live, but he is not. I checked. So this young possum is lookin for a meal before the hard cold hits. I left the trap out there with the lid up. If he wants to clean up the mess, I will let him!

I capture photos of him trying it's darnest to get to the dead meals and will upload them tonight. I'm sure it will be back for the free meals.

Until next time...

Phantom Love

I think I have decided on a title, Phantom Love, at least until the story evolves and I feel a need to change the name. All creative writings are covered by the Creative Commons Copyright-Some rights Reserved.

Chapter 2
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
- a headstone in Ireland

Jonathan rolled over and snuggled with his true love, gently caressing her shoulder as she lay there still sleeping peacefully. What a lucky man he was he thought to himself. When the clock alarm sounded, he quickly slapped it off, then kissed his bride-to-be softly on her exposed shoulder before gently rolling out of bed careful to not wake his Sleeping Beauty. Another day, another slaving, he thought. It was all worth it in the end. He was having to work three jobs to pay off the bills that were cropping up from the wedding planning and all the extras that were involved. He had saved up quite a bit that he had already spend on the rings and her wedding dress. She didn’t want anything fancy or so expensive you would have to sell your nonessential organs to pay for it. For that, he was eternally grateful. He was determined that this wedding would not haunt them in the form of overdue bills for the first year of their marriage. They say the first year is the hardest because of the amount of bills just from the wedding. He had planned accordingly with the help of a financial advisor so they would be able to enjoy life and the honeymoon instead of jumping right into a never-ending debt.
Oh he was looking forward to the honeymoon. He had reservations already paid for and a stack of funds ready for disposal. They would have the times of their lives with no worries about finances. He stopped combing his hair and starred into the mirror. You smart man you. He complimented himself. He nodded to himself and said to the mirror ‘You did good.’ Glowing with pride and satisfaction he finished getting ready for work.
This morning he was heading off to the factory job that was about a twenty-minute drive from their cottage, when there was no traffic. There would be traffic, and lots of it but the drive went quick when he could listen to his favorite morning show on the radio. This morning they were talking about when was it inappropriate time for a woman, or man, to laugh. One example they had given was when you are at a funeral. You don't just start laughing at the wake because the wake is supposed to be a somber occasion of remembrance. Well it could be that depressing depending on what or how you believe, but not always. Some religions call for a time of celebration, as it is a time of transition from the physical to the spirit world. It is a joyous time of remembering the good times; not lingering on the idea that the person’s physical form was no longer there. That was what he wanted. Note to self: be sure to get that Will finished when he went to his office job this evening.
The duo team on the radio were now arguing over the point of having fun at funerals or being a serious "poopy-butt", as the male star of the show said, or being joyous. The first caller was a hoot! An older woman told a story of how her husband had been in a nursing home and on the day he passed away, he passed away while on the toilet.
"I was with him on that day he died..." The caller explained. "He woke up and he said he had to use the restroom really bad. So I paged a nurse to help him to the nearest restroom in the facility. He started to complain and get really fidgety and no nurse was coming. So I had to help him out of his bed and drag him on my own to the bathroom"
"Oh geez, where the nurses on a smoke break!?" One of the radio personalities squawked bewildered.
"I have no idea but my husband ended up wetting himself before I could drag his butt to the bathroom, and when we did and he was finally able to sit on the toilet, he looked up at me and said 'I really needed to piddle really bad...' and then he passed on right there.'
"What?! He passed away on the crapper-pot?!"
"Oh yes he did. I could not stop laughing over his last comment! He was always such a clown! Even at the wake I could not help but laugh over it some more!"

Wow, what a way to go Jonathan chuckled. After a few crud jokes and whatnots from the radio personality team they took another caller.
"When I had to go to my fathers wake, I brought my then 3 year old daughter with me. She kept going up to Grandpas casket asking Grandpa to get up, it was time to get up. She didn't understand that he couldn't and that he really wasn't there. Then she saw this man on the other side of the room and she kept following him, peeking around the tables and watching him. When I went to check up on her she said 'Santa, Mom. That's Santa."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh how cute!"
"Yah, she was cute that day. I could not help but laugh!" The mother chuckled.
"Wow forget about grandpa, Santa is here!" The male personality said goofingly.
"Oh children say the darnedest things. They are so innocent. They don't know any better but it was a great way to lighten the mood on such a somber day. It's been one of those stories that I cannot help but tell people I meet."

Jonathan chuckled as well. How cute children could be. That was something he did not want right away in his life, he did not want children until they were at least ten years older. He wanted a chance to enjoy the married life with his true love before the stressful intricacies of having children came first.
His cell phone rang. It was his Probate Attorney.
"Hello?"
"Hey Jonathan! How are things with you and the soon-to-be wife of yours?"
"We're swell! I'm on my way to the factory job right now. What do you need?"
"Well I though I would call and touch base on how your Will is coming along and if you had anything to add before I finalized it."
"Wow, that is just funny you asked because I just thought of something I wanted to add that I heard on the radio this morning" He switched the phone to his other hand and turned down the radio.
"Really, what is that?"
"If I were to die before my time, I do not want a funeral wake, I want a party." Silence caught the air on the other end. "Chuck, you there? Did my cell phone cut out again?"
"No, I'm here and just a little befuddled. Why a party?" He explained about the conversation on the radio show and how he had felt.
"Oh yah that's a good station. I like their morning shows too. Okay so a party instead of a somber wake. What kind of party then?"
"Techno and Dance all the way baby! Be sure to be there if you can to relay that I want a celebration of my life, not of my death. Everyone should party instead of pitying the dead at a funeral!"
"Ahhh, I should have known it would be Techno." He chuckled. "I assume you would want all your favorite songs played?"
"Of course. See if you can get the famous Alex Hall to make a personal appearance."
"CH-yah, okay...I will check into that. What if he is not available?"
"Oh then just play some of the favorites that I like."
"Sounds like a party."
"I hope it will be. I can trust you to make sure it will be a smashing party?"
"Of course Jonathan! So let me make these changes and then we can make time to look it over and finalize it."
"I dunno when I am gonna have time for that. I've got a split shift today and I will not feel like looking over a Will when I am done today." He sighed wearily. "It's gonna be worth it-it's gonna be worth it...right?"
"You keep telling yourself that and you eventually believe it." He snorted.
"Oh come on now just because you're marriage ended kinda abruptly doesn't mean it happens to every man."
"Kinda??"
"Well okay, more than kinda...kinda a lot." They both had a good laugh out of that one. Chuck's marriage didn't last long as he had found that his wife was a gold digger and had tried to murder him before they were married even a week. A regular Black Widow she was. Even had an extensive police record that he was unaware of and she wasn't gonna talk about it. Lesson learned the hard way...background check! Especially when you have some money to burn. Unfortunately he had to kill her in self-defense when she came after him with an oversized kitchen knife, her eyes mad with insanity. He had ran to their bedroom in their large uptown condo after failing to talk her down, or talk some sense into her, and shot her with the registered handgun he stored between the mattresses. Because of that experience he had decided to become a Probate Attorney in order to help others create Will documents. It had become a passion of his and it was good money.
"Well okay I guess we can review it now if you have the time. That would save us both a trip and some gas money."
"Sounds like a plan Chuck! Talk away!" Chuck reviewed both his living will and his last testaments will.
"Cut and print! Sounds good." The traffic ahead of Jonathan began to show signs of slowing. Another traffic jam. He expected no less. His day would not be complete without having to sit in crawling traffic for an hour.
"Alrighty then. I'll get this finalized and then all you will have to do is make time to sign it. Or I can come to your workplace this after noon. Would that work?" Silence answered his question.
"John?"
"Oh yah I am here, paying attention to the traffic, Hooray for traffic."
"Tell me about it. I was stuck in it this morning myself for almost an hour and ...." The sound of screeching tires, crunching metal and the sound of flying pieces of glass interrupted him. The sounds lasted for what seemed to stretch into minutes instead of seconds.
"Oh no..." He whispered. "John?" His question was answered by an odd thud sound, almost as if the phone had been dropped. "John! John can you hear me?!" Silence. "Oh dear god, John!" A busy signal answered him. The call had been terminated.

Are you on the edge of your seats yet?

Until next time...

Happenings at work and an Possim

Boy have things been happening at work. I heard from the local gossip queen (Seriously...her life is not complete without a little gossip) but it's not untrue gossip, it's true gossip. Apparently one of the drivers dropped a wheelchair child at home (Paratransit School Bus Driver), and left her outside not bothering to wait and make sure someone actually took her inside and she sat there outside for TWO HOURS in the cold! OMG! What a dumbass-dickhead! Anyone with any little speck of brains would think before doing that! The mother of this child said that she was going to make sure and do everything in her power to get that man fired. I say, GO MOM! He was out of line and he should not be allowed to conitue his employment. If he doesn't loose his job, I may just leave the company because at the old one, he would have been fired, YESTERDAY.

This company is pittifully lacking in serious training because they are always cutting corners. I miss the old company.

In other news:

We found a young possum outside on the patio porch last night. Interesting things those possums. I took a stick and poked at him (HEY! Don't you even think about leaving a nasty message because at least I did not take a BB gun to his ass-which I have BTW) and he didn't move! Just sat there lookin at the stick. Then he moved to the edge of the table that is out there that he was on and I poked him and he slumped right off the edge! LMAO! Funny critter.

Today is PAYDAY! I am going to get myself a new camera this weekend but the wait is KILLING me! I have to wait till tomorrow, then the BF said he wanted to go with me, so I have to wait for his ass to get up too. Oh the waiting!! If I want that camera, I need to get it sooner rather than later because I will not have the money for it later. I am getting myself the Canon Powershot A540 or 560 (haven't decided yet) but like I have said before the newer cameras of dozens of times better than what I have. The BF said he wanted the old one so that is where it is going. It still works well, it's just old and slowing down.

Until next time...

Interesting Question on Yahoo Answers...

I was surfing Yahoo answers this evening and found the following:

Does god want men to have no foreskin?
Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the LORD.Leviticus 19:28

Now let me tell you there were some interesting answers, but this one has my best vote:

Posted by matt_helm0108

"How about these other 'laws' located in Leviticus:

a) When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord (Lev 1:9). The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

b) I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her? c

) I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness (Lev 15:19-24). The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

d) Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?

e) I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?

f) A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an Abomination (Lev 11:10), it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this? g) Lev 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here? h) Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev 19:27. How should they die?

i) I know from Lev 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves? j) My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? (Lev 24:10-16) Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14) "

The user is a true critic AND pays attention to the numours contridictions that are taught out of that darned bible.

And my day would not be complete if I could not post my own humble opinions:

"Like with any tradition, it is founded within religion that this barbaric action has come into a practice. Mostly practiced by the Jewish nation. But behind the practice is a practical foundation. They first removed the foreskin to prevent infections between the folds.

The boyfriend swears that it originated in Germany were they used the discarded foreskin to make our now modern day bratwurst. Yes, you read that correctly, pork filled foreskin. I'm sure they had to stretch it a bit...but I am a bit skeptical.

Seriously, what do you believe in your heart? Do you believe God would want us to remove the foreskin that we are born with? Then the answer is YES. It must have a purpose for being there. Do you believe on the other hand that the bible is a book written by one man who claimed it was dictated to him and therefor fallible? Because if the bible says that "man is fallible", then why do we never question the one man who wrote this book? Man is fallible, the bible was written by one, and therefor that darned book is fallible.The truth you seek lies within you. "

And yes, the BF did say that. LMAO!

What rediculous question will be proposed next? You never know!! AHhhhhhhhhhhhhh, run for the hills...the fanatics are rioting! Someone was bitching about christians saying they believe in evolution and they are so wrong to believe so...I'm sure that person was a perfect christian...NOT. Not to mention that we really don't know anything when it comes to the beginning of man. But the end is very clear. We are killing ourselves.

And then I'm thinking when has it ever been okay to murder in God's name, discriminate in Gods name or be ignorant in Gods name when clearly the bible says these things are wrong? When ever it suits the person doing it! What a backwards religion. I feel bad for those suckered into it, or pressured into it. You'd think we as the most intelligent mammel on the earth (so they tell us) and as far as we have come along in history that we would finally be learning to live together in peace, knowing that we all end up in the same place at the end of life. Either way we can never be 100% sure about anything. You should watch What the Bleep Do We Know. Makes the mind think! More thinking! Less hypno-zombie-ing! Sure that's a word, who's to say it is or isn't?!

Until next time...

Installment #1

Until I decide on a title for my 50,000 word story, it will be listed as Installment. All 'Installments' are covered by the Creative Commons Copyright-Some rights Reserved.

Chapter 1

"The best thing about loving and being hurt is that you get to know what true love really is. For as gold is tested in fire, and so will love be perfected in pain."

-Marvin Jay M. Torres

Throwing her purse to the floor beside her, Tasha wearily closed the door to her small cottage that lay in the woods. She made her way to the couch in front of the fireplace, plopping into it exhausted from the passing day. She hated her job and her small cottage was painfully lonely since the passing of her boyfriend. They had been engaged to be married with a week to go when that faithful day took him from her, ripping her heart apart. She stood by his side in the hospital as he lay dying, his organs systematically failing, one by one. He had told her then, and she believes it still, that he would look after her even after his physical body failed him. He vowed his spirit would always be near her heart and would protect her for the rest of her days.
Strange things have happen around the cottage since that day, so she can not help but believe his words. There were nights as she drifted to sleep in front of the TV that she could have swore she felt the loving massaging touch of hands upon her shoulders. She would wake with a start when she realized she was supposed to be a lone widow. Still other times she could have swore she placed things in one place, but when she went looking for those items…they had moved. Sometimes only a few feet, other times completely across the cottage. She never saw it happen, never would be looking straight at an object and watch it move like in the horror story movies. She wasn’t that lucky.
One of those incidents happened just that morning. She knew she had placed her keys on the island in the kitchen, but when she went to grab them on her way out the door they were not there. She knew where to look, her thoughts once again drifting to the memory of her beloved. She found them on the key rack by the door, placed there by the phantom spirit of her Fiancée’ still looking after her even in the smallest ways. Sometimes she wished he would just pass through the light, move on and leave her be. The pain of his memory at times was almost too much to bare, her heart would never heal this way; constantly reminded of the love she had lost. How is she ever to find love again with the phantom of her past lover lingering in her cottage?
She had tried to bring a male friend home after a date, but the door slammed in his face without any assistance from her and there was hardly any wind that night. She had apologized profusely, chalking it up to an uneven foundation. He thought nothing of it until strange happenings kept occurring. As they sat down in front of the fireplace to have a bit of a snuggle, she had trouble getting the fire going to set the mood. He had offered to help. He told her as he prepared the logs with expert hands, ‘The secret to getting a nice warm romantic fire going is passion. You have to have a loving intent, but a respectful one because fire has a dual personality. Fire can destroy but out of the destruction comes new life…" His light southern accent was soothing yet provocative at the same time. She enjoyed listening to him as he tried to set the right mood for some passion of their own. But as he struck a match to bring it to the logs as it flamed up, the flames caught within an instant and flared up into a roaring, crackling, hissing monster.
His feet slipped out from under him as he tried to push away from the flaming monster that suddenly and abnormally cropped up from his fireplace preparations. She had jumped after him trying to come to his aid. That was the last straw for him, telling Tasha that he had some things to go and do that he had forgotten about he quickly gathered his coat and headed for the door. He groped for his keys in the coat and not finding them in one pocket he went to the other two pockets. When not finding them in his inside breast pocket he asked befuddled and a little high pitches ‘Where are my keys? I know I put them in my pocket.’ Tasha had asked him if he was sure that he did not drop them on the way in, he said that he was curtain beyond a shadow of a doubt that he placed his keys in his right pocket because he always did. So, knowing that her poltergeist fiancée was probably objecting to the male intruder into his territory, she checked all the usual places that he had placed her keys but she did not find them. She told the then bewildered date that he should check the sidewalk and path they took to the door. She followed him hoping that if he had overlooked them on the ground that she may salvage something of this date and save the evening. He found them, but they were in the ignition of his car and the doors were locked. ‘What the hell is going on?! I know I did not leave them in the ignition…I am not that absent minded!!" Sure enough, when she looked, his keys were in the ignition and checking all the doors, they were indeed all locked. So the only thing she could do now was offer to call a locksmith and hoof the bill.
When he was finally able to get into his car, he barely said a word let alone looking at her. He must of thought her a freak for all the unexplained happenings in that one night. ‘Call me?’ She asked him hopefully, he said sure and then sped off down the long driveway to the rural highway at the bottom of the hill. Coming back inside after her date was scared off, she cursed and yelled into the air.
"Why won’t you let me find love again! I need someone physical to take care of me!! I can’t live like this! You can’t take care of me forever like this! This is not want I want! For gods sake man, move on already!" When she had stomped back into the kitchen to grab a cold one from the fridge, she had heard the sound of something crashing to the floor in the common area. She had found the picture she kept above the fireplace mantel of herself and her fiancée on the floor.
"You’re mad aren’t you? Well good, because so am I!!" She spitted into the air. How ridiculous this felt to her. She was having a fight with a ghost! Why me, she asked herself. Why did things have to end up like this? Why?
That was the last she ever saw of that date from that night. She sighed heavily remembering her last failed date months ago. Instead of a roaring fiery monster from the fireplace, the picture on the mantel kept flying off in different directions each time she replaced it. She finally had to put it into a drawer at her desk on the other side of the room and even that didn’t stop it from rattling unnervingly from inside it. That spooked her date and he ran off without another word. Romance did not seem to be something she could hold on to for very long and she was convinced more and more as the days passed that she was now cursed to live a lonely, depressing life.

Until next time...

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Once upon a time...

A writer started to write.

It's the first day of National Novel Writing Month and I have half of the recomended words per day done.

So far my story is about a young lady who was engaged but her fiancee died in a horrible freak accident. She stood by his side in the hospital as his organs systematically failed and listened to his dying promise. He promised her that even though his body was failing him, his spirit would never leave her and he swore to protect her even beyond the barrier of death.

5 Years lady, Tasha is still single and experiences on a daily basis unexplained phenomenon that occures in her apartment. The spirit of her dead Fiancee lingers and is true to his promise. Things move on thier own, items get placed in thier "correct" places when she forgets to do so, and the Spirit also drives away any man that she brings home in an attempt to cure the painful lonelyness that she now suffers from in her small cottage attop a wooded hill.

I haven't gone into detail of the accident yet, but I am sure that I will add it in later on. You can chart my progress through the word counting badge in my header (when it is working....) and also by clicking the link to my profile on the NaNoWriMo site in the side bar.

I'll have to post my installments, although ALL STORY INFORMATION IS COVERED BY COMMONS COPYRIGHT AND MAY NOT BE DUPLICATED, DISTRIBUTED FOR DUPLICATION, COPIED, OR PUBLISHED without my explicite permission.

Until next time...

Finished Mitten and Halloween Boyfriend

YAH! Right mitten finished, needs a liner still, but WOW I conquered a mitten! Just like knittin socks only quicker!

And then there is the BF all decked out for the Halloween bash at the Club Inferno. Lucky ducky. I cannot go because my asahma always leaves me sick for a week afterwards because of the smoky atmosphere and POOR to NO ventilation. I helped a little with his face paint. He is supposed to be a deman. He needs contacts. Those damned classes get in the way all the time.
He's such a hottie when he dresses in his leather and what-not's. He's a hottie out of the leather too...*clears throat*...reminding self....PG rating...PG!! 

Happy Halloween/Hallows/Samhain!

Found this picture from one of my many groups I am apart of (http://www.crochetme.com/June_July_2005/patt_kitty_toy.htm). Not only is it funny as hell, it's perfect for halloween!! Apparently the story is, is that this cat is addicted to catnip (Kitty Weed) and will fight anyone or anything that tries to take away his weed filled toys! This one, a nice cannabis leaf, was crocheted. And as soon as blogger cooperates, I will add a picture. Grrrrr.

I need some recommendations for (EDIT) FREE blog sites. I am sick of all the glitches here at blogger. If you readers want to leave me suggestions, I will send a set of six beaded stitch-markers to the one who suggests the blog host I choose to use. :) I like contest...can you tell?

Until next time...

Norton/Symantec Corp has BAD business ethics: Bait-n-switch tactics

Okay get this people...Norton Antivirus is offering a 90 day free trial of the latest 2007 virus scan and spyware software to Microsoft customers.

Upon downloading the installer, it had multiple errors. Upon contacted Norton CS they told me to uninstall it, and reinstall. I did this once and there were still yet another error. They told me to uninstall and reinstall again.

Upon this installation the program was no longer offering the free trial (which was there the last two times). Norton CS told me they could not fix it and I would have to call Microsoft since I found the link initially through that site. Microsoft said, as I told them they would, they could not fix any problems with it because it was not a Microsoft product. DUH!!

Then they told me it was not 90 days, but 15!! The last straw with these foriegn folks was when they told me that in order to activate the antivirus I had to pay for a key! That is called "Bait-N-Switch" folks. Offer up a great deal and then switch it when the customer is reeled in and exposed. I had to uninstall my previous version of Norton AND my Mcfee Spam killer in order to even install the program, leaving my system open to attacks.

CS even hung up on me when I told them they cannot be offering a trial and then not honor the offer and the BBB would agree with me.Pass it on folks, Symantec/Norton has bad buisness ethics and tries to "Bait-n-Switch". I've filed a complaint to the BBB. They WILL honor what they offered in the end. The Consumer always wins when they know their rights.

Pass it on and avoid foreign companies!

Until next time...

Lets Knit2gether

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Dreams everywhere!

I've been having some strange dreams lately. Last night I dreamed that I was being chased by, and eventually malled by a huge black bear. Now earlier this year I dreamed that I had crossed the paths of a big black bear and in that dream he only growled and yelled at me to stay off his path. I dunno what this latest dream is about.

The night before I dreamed (don't laugh now) that I was superman and I was trying to save a woman who was trying to commit suicide because she could not escape the men that were terrorizing her. Of course I could fly, that was a thrill!

Then before I dreamed that the earth opened up under my feet, in my home, and down in the crack was a lava flow. Things kept falling into it and melting away. I almost fell in several times but was able to get out and get away, but not after a whole lot of stressing.

I hate the stress dreams. I wish I knew what the lava ment because I seem to dream about it a lot now-a-days. Lava traditionally means anger, but what does it mean for me?

Until next time...