Does anyone have any info on the application process, other than what can be found online. I.e. does anyone have any personal experience with this?
Help!
WAHOOO!!!!!
4 hours ago
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Racist
I was called ignorant today by someone I love and respect very much. This Fort Hood incident is causing a little turmoil in my life. This person we will call QP is under the impression that there will be a backlash against Muslim, Arab and Pakistani people because of that psycho psychiatrist. He said that this has "set him back" and may make him subject to unwarranted investigation by his employer. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NUTS. While i was speaking to QP I got the impression he was "pulling the race card." Which is so out of character for him. QP said that three other people made comments to him about their concern for him and the possibility of hate crimes towards middle eastern people. I'm so torn. Are American people really THAT hateful and stupid? Do they really believe that one fucking nut job psychiatrist makes it ok to racially profile soldiers? Really? Sometimes I don't think i am human because I do not understand people AT ALL. Or do I choose to keep my eyes closed because the truth is too painful? The problems are too large and my hands are tied.
Maybe I am living in a fantasy world where racism isn't as prevalent as it really is? I'm white I don't really truly understand racism. I've experienced hate directed toward me for being white and for being a girl but only like twice ever. Those experiences make you feel shameful, and super fucking angry. I suppose I could be more understanding but I feel like it's bullshit. I've dated guys from just about every background never thinking about their culture or ethnicity other than what kind of crazy mom's they will have.
I think ignorant is a strong word that should be used with caution. I am not ignorant, I may be naive but NOT fucking ignorant.Although I will concede to being naive I will also point out that those who worry about being judged are the ones who judge. Those who are suspicious are the ones who lie. Those who can't trust others are the ones that can't be trusted. That was sort of cryptic but I think you can see where I am going with that. The first thing that came to my mind when I saw the news was oh my god he was a psychiatrist! I didn't for one second thing about him being Muslim. According to different news articles I've read the man had a history of combative relationships with his patients and wanted out of the Army because of his anti war on terror beliefs. Maybe the Army messed up..maybe they should pay closer attention to the mental well being of their soldiers. He fucking snapped. Virginia Tech sure does have bad luck with the psycho's.
How is racism still tolerated? How? I can't imagine what it would feel like to hate someone because of their religion or ethnicity. The only type of people I can understand hating are stupid people and I FUCKING HATE RACIST PEOPLE because they are stupid.
My deepest condolences to the friends and family of the victims.
Maybe I am living in a fantasy world where racism isn't as prevalent as it really is? I'm white I don't really truly understand racism. I've experienced hate directed toward me for being white and for being a girl but only like twice ever. Those experiences make you feel shameful, and super fucking angry. I suppose I could be more understanding but I feel like it's bullshit. I've dated guys from just about every background never thinking about their culture or ethnicity other than what kind of crazy mom's they will have.
I think ignorant is a strong word that should be used with caution. I am not ignorant, I may be naive but NOT fucking ignorant.Although I will concede to being naive I will also point out that those who worry about being judged are the ones who judge. Those who are suspicious are the ones who lie. Those who can't trust others are the ones that can't be trusted. That was sort of cryptic but I think you can see where I am going with that. The first thing that came to my mind when I saw the news was oh my god he was a psychiatrist! I didn't for one second thing about him being Muslim. According to different news articles I've read the man had a history of combative relationships with his patients and wanted out of the Army because of his anti war on terror beliefs. Maybe the Army messed up..maybe they should pay closer attention to the mental well being of their soldiers. He fucking snapped. Virginia Tech sure does have bad luck with the psycho's.
How is racism still tolerated? How? I can't imagine what it would feel like to hate someone because of their religion or ethnicity. The only type of people I can understand hating are stupid people and I FUCKING HATE RACIST PEOPLE because they are stupid.
My deepest condolences to the friends and family of the victims.
About that...
I never did come back and fill you all in on the psychic reading I had not too long ago. Well the thing is ...that my friend Disney went to the same psychic and guess what---SHE GOT THE SAME READING V E R B A T U M!!
Go ahead, laugh, tell me I'm retarded, I already know. So I thought of her questions and tried to put them together and thought I might try a science experiment and ask other people the same kind of questions. I could see how hard it would be to guess. Then I read this article which confirmed my suspicions.
The very first statement Miss Cleo said was, "You will be getting a new job soon." Ok well considering the unemployment rate in my county is like 11%, chances are I am either in fear of losing my job or unemployed. That is just one of the many brilliant ways she tricked me into thinking she might have really known what was going on.
So that pretty much sucked but at least I don't have to worry about LSBoy not taking me seriously because that was mere speculation.
Go ahead, laugh, tell me I'm retarded, I already know. So I thought of her questions and tried to put them together and thought I might try a science experiment and ask other people the same kind of questions. I could see how hard it would be to guess. Then I read this article which confirmed my suspicions.
The very first statement Miss Cleo said was, "You will be getting a new job soon." Ok well considering the unemployment rate in my county is like 11%, chances are I am either in fear of losing my job or unemployed. That is just one of the many brilliant ways she tricked me into thinking she might have really known what was going on.
So that pretty much sucked but at least I don't have to worry about LSBoy not taking me seriously because that was mere speculation.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
For a Season
A Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or
a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you
will know what to do for each person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON . . . It is
usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have
come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you
with guidance and support, to aid you physically,
emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a
godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason
you need them to be.
Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an
inconvenient time, this person will say or do something
to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die.
Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realise is that our need has been met, our
desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you
sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.
When people come into your life for a SEASON . . .
Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount
of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things
you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional
foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the
person, and put what you have learned to use in all
other relationships and areas of your life. It is said
that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Author Unknown
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or
a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you
will know what to do for each person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON . . . It is
usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have
come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you
with guidance and support, to aid you physically,
emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a
godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason
you need them to be.
Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an
inconvenient time, this person will say or do something
to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die.
Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realise is that our need has been met, our
desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you
sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.
When people come into your life for a SEASON . . .
Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount
of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things
you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional
foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the
person, and put what you have learned to use in all
other relationships and areas of your life. It is said
that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Author Unknown
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sell Out
Yup, thats me. I have issues with Halloween. It is my birthday so I do not feel the need to dress like a whore for attention. Plus I don't need to be naked to be hot. I don't know why it bugs me so much. Probably because I hate everything Cliche....
I finally submitted after ten years of avoiding the slutty whore halloween fest I purchased this.
But I totally plan to doctor it up. You see I will of course show off some things but not everything. And Im a huge sissy the cold is more than i can bare. So I will do my own rendition of the "sexy sailor" and have a fun comfy night--dignity intact.
The end.
I finally submitted after ten years of avoiding the slutty whore halloween fest I purchased this.
But I totally plan to doctor it up. You see I will of course show off some things but not everything. And Im a huge sissy the cold is more than i can bare. So I will do my own rendition of the "sexy sailor" and have a fun comfy night--dignity intact.
The end.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Clutter
My childhood was rough and some of my fondest memories are centered on coming home from elementary school to a CLEAN house. I remember walking through the door on those rare occassions that my mother got her ass out of bed at a reasonable time to clean, and feeling a sense of serenity that kept me peaceful through the chaos.
For some reason I particularly remember October. Maybe because it was the change of the season, or maybe it was because my mom would pull out the old glass pumpkin candy holder and fill it with my favorite tootsie rolls. The smell of cinnamin, and pumpkin candles and occassionally a hot meal in the crock pot. I am not kidding when I say that is the extent of happy memories I have of my mother. My sister and brother have a different story of course.
Unfortunately this memory of my mom cleaning the house and making it warm and fuzzy has become a part of me. I am most happy when the house is clean and warm. Don't get me wrong I am just as messy as the next person and I do let my laundry pile up etc. But once a week i get the bug to clean. It is so therapeutic to me. Everything in it's place, everything can be found. I would also like to consider myself a minimalist. I only have what i need and nothing more. This could be because I am unemployed but I really think it is just how I am generally. When I shop I think long and hard about whether I really need something. I rarely splurge.
So about three years ago my dad was ten years into a relationship with a woman. He bought her a condo near his condo and eventually I moved into her condo. Don't ask why he bought her a condo instead of moving her in with him but it worked out for the best cuz now i have my Mexican mommy. Anyway, I lived with her for about two years and she was a real live legit hoarder.
My dad had NO idea because he refused to come to our house. Part of his control issues? I'm not quite sure the whole relationship was awkward and un natural. Her room was FULL from wall to wall with SHIT, mostly trash. She ate on her bed, left open bags of chips, cookies, ashtrays and even cat throw up on her bed. The bitch didnt change her sheets for 12 months. I know these things because she had two cats locked in her room which I fed while she stayed at my dads most of the time. The anxiety and stress this gave me overwhelmed me. One day I spent 10 hours on my hands and knees with bleach, comet, and lysol cleaning the kitchen floor. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING.
In fact I wouldnt walk on the floor with my bare feet. After a while I gave up on trying to be comfortable and just locked myself in my room, which was spotless. It was my only retreat. I got really sick and tired of this dirty, filthy, lying, using, whore and told my dad to dump her. It took a while but I even took pictures and he finally dumped her.
Organization, cleanliness, and peaceful living environments are what I treasure the most, it gives me the most peace of mind and just makes me happy.
LSBoy..............has three of everything. Has two houses FULL of stuff and NO WHERE to put it. LSBoy has amazing personal hygiene and is not Dirty by any means. But he has too much stuff. No matter what i do I can not clean around it enough to satisfy myself. I feel anxious a lot. He swears that it is only temporary and that soon we will organize and put stuff away. This could be a deal breaker for me. It is overwhelming and makes me grumpy a lot! I have talked to him about this a million times but the guy is just too busy to handle it.
I can't do anything with this shit because I don't know where it goes, what it is or why he has ten of them.
He could quite possibly be almost perfect besides this. How do I accept this and learn to deal with it without going crazy? Do I just wait till we are done with our big project and see if he makes an effort to organize? Or do I just say ...its his one major flaw deal with it. Or do I fucking go ballistic like I want to?
For some reason I particularly remember October. Maybe because it was the change of the season, or maybe it was because my mom would pull out the old glass pumpkin candy holder and fill it with my favorite tootsie rolls. The smell of cinnamin, and pumpkin candles and occassionally a hot meal in the crock pot. I am not kidding when I say that is the extent of happy memories I have of my mother. My sister and brother have a different story of course.
Unfortunately this memory of my mom cleaning the house and making it warm and fuzzy has become a part of me. I am most happy when the house is clean and warm. Don't get me wrong I am just as messy as the next person and I do let my laundry pile up etc. But once a week i get the bug to clean. It is so therapeutic to me. Everything in it's place, everything can be found. I would also like to consider myself a minimalist. I only have what i need and nothing more. This could be because I am unemployed but I really think it is just how I am generally. When I shop I think long and hard about whether I really need something. I rarely splurge.
So about three years ago my dad was ten years into a relationship with a woman. He bought her a condo near his condo and eventually I moved into her condo. Don't ask why he bought her a condo instead of moving her in with him but it worked out for the best cuz now i have my Mexican mommy. Anyway, I lived with her for about two years and she was a real live legit hoarder.
My dad had NO idea because he refused to come to our house. Part of his control issues? I'm not quite sure the whole relationship was awkward and un natural. Her room was FULL from wall to wall with SHIT, mostly trash. She ate on her bed, left open bags of chips, cookies, ashtrays and even cat throw up on her bed. The bitch didnt change her sheets for 12 months. I know these things because she had two cats locked in her room which I fed while she stayed at my dads most of the time. The anxiety and stress this gave me overwhelmed me. One day I spent 10 hours on my hands and knees with bleach, comet, and lysol cleaning the kitchen floor. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING.
In fact I wouldnt walk on the floor with my bare feet. After a while I gave up on trying to be comfortable and just locked myself in my room, which was spotless. It was my only retreat. I got really sick and tired of this dirty, filthy, lying, using, whore and told my dad to dump her. It took a while but I even took pictures and he finally dumped her.
Organization, cleanliness, and peaceful living environments are what I treasure the most, it gives me the most peace of mind and just makes me happy.
LSBoy..............has three of everything. Has two houses FULL of stuff and NO WHERE to put it. LSBoy has amazing personal hygiene and is not Dirty by any means. But he has too much stuff. No matter what i do I can not clean around it enough to satisfy myself. I feel anxious a lot. He swears that it is only temporary and that soon we will organize and put stuff away. This could be a deal breaker for me. It is overwhelming and makes me grumpy a lot! I have talked to him about this a million times but the guy is just too busy to handle it.
I can't do anything with this shit because I don't know where it goes, what it is or why he has ten of them.
He could quite possibly be almost perfect besides this. How do I accept this and learn to deal with it without going crazy? Do I just wait till we are done with our big project and see if he makes an effort to organize? Or do I just say ...its his one major flaw deal with it. Or do I fucking go ballistic like I want to?
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