This brings us to this post. I have decided to temporarily re-open this makeshift blog. It may be years before I decide on a new domain so, until that finally happens, I’ll begin posting here again, periodically.

My new domain will fully embody everything I’ve generally done with websites: crafts, poetry (if I ever write any again), pictures, herbal gardening, and a blog of course.

If anyone has suggestions on phrases or words that have a really nice ring to them, by all means, comment them right away. I’m trying to make it something in line with my interests as much as I can. I’m just at a loss. I had done cemeterymoon since I love graveyards, the night, and the moon. Cemetery is so often misspelled though, and who would remember that. I love words like saturnine, sepulchre, and lachymose but all combinations I’ve come up with are complicated or taken. It’s up to me to make the ultimate decision but I would appreciate anyone’s input and/or advice.

It’s becoming and remaining a very vile winter. Stuck in the south, surrounded by all of these irritating garbled accents, I sit here and try to keep myself getting paid. A cesspool of violent, vocal purgatory oozing through the environment makes it almost impossible to think straight.
It could be worse, I could have a job where I could break my back and kill my legs rather than this one where I risk heart attack from stress and never being able to use my hands/wrists/arms ever again.
Complain, complain…this brings me back to the winter. Our third snow is happening right now and it’s downright depressing.
When the first snow happened, I think I was working (as always). I braced myself for driving home and, when I got out, backed out very slowly. The small hill out of the back of the parking lot looked fine. No one was around and, after watching a little bit, another vehicle drove up it with no problem. I figured I’d give it a shot. So I got on the driveway and sped up to give myself the speed before I hit the incline. It worked out and I was up and over the hill in no time.
The thing I hadn’t thought about was that there were two speed bumps followed by a stop sign up ahead. The bumps were no problem, the stop sign was the culprit. Of course I had to slow down and come to a stop…on another smaller slope. I lost traction and gave up immediately. Luckily, no one was behind me at the time allowing me to back up and turn off into the neighboring drug store parking lot. This lot had another outlet that was all downhill and would drop me off on the highway.
I generally take the back “country roads” on the way home due to the traffic and immense built up feeling this city emanates, I’m on them enough as it is, but after that episode I opted to take the most travelled roads home as I figured they’d be the most cleared.
That’s when I discovered the south doesn’t touch their roads while it’s snowing. Everybody hides, all the stores start closing, then they don’t plow for two days.
The next night, I got stuck trying to get myself out of my own driveway. I never had a reason to notice, but MY driveway is on an upward slope towards the street. I guess I had noticed but it never caused a problem. A couple neighbors ran over to push and Tony came out to help. Good thing for all of that timing. I didn’t park in the driveway again until it was time to have off for a few days.

Mundane time passed for a while and the snow fully melted away. It got surprisingly nice out for a week or more. Then our next snow came.

This time, I knew not to park in my driveway. And I woke up an extra hour before work to make sure the van could get dislodged. The snow lasted nearly two days. The roads were barren and blanketed and, of course, my job makes it mandatory to come to work, even in these conditions. I found it surprising that not a single plow truck was out, and not one ounce of salt was put out to make driving easier. No wonder the southern population panics when it snows, no one does anything about it. By the morning, they had declared a state of emergency. No one was allowed out unless it was necessity.
I never thought we’d encounter this kind of weather in North Carolina. The past four years we merely had dustings. If they laid, they were nothing more than an inch or two of snow in the grass, always melting within the next cycle of daylight. Cold, but not that windy. This year, it’s been like Pennsylvania. We’re in our third storm and I’m wondering if this has become the norm. So much for the global warming hoax the government has been capitalising on.
I do hate the cold with a passion.

Then, the following stretch, I took my car in to get it inspected and the horn fixed. It was meant to be a swell day where we’d walk to the bookstores and look around and just stroll around while the van was in the Triple A shop. It was swell and we got to look at quite a bit.

Then, I got my first phone call. The diagnostic on the horn would cost me 89.00 and the labor and parts totalled with that would take me near $300. Alright, whatever. I needed it done for inspection. The part must have come in and been replaced when I got my next phone call. They found that my power steering belt was weak and ragged so I would need another. I think we’re up to 357 now but it’s okay and one’s available in the shop.

Blah, blah, blah, we run to get a sandwich because we’re getting hungry. We get done and start strolling back to the shop and I give them a call. The tension arm that holds the belt shattered and now needs replaced. We went in and they showed me what had happened and proceeded to call all places within the area that they could. The soonest someone could get them the part I needed was the following morning. Just great, and more money added to my bill.

Good thing the water heater turned out to cost over $800 and I decided to continue going without one or I wouldn’t be able to afford this car thing. Most of it went on charge anyway.

I finally got the car back the next day near 1pm. They needed to order a different belt that fit the new tension arm and alternator properly. The car is inspected and I’m so done with it. It had better last for quite some time without a problem after this.

Maybe I’ll write a more upbeat post later on but, for now, this is as good as it gets. My eyes are weary.

I’m going to post links to a short movie documentary called Zeitgeist – The Federal Reserve. Please, if you read or watch nothing else of mine, watch this one. Listen to all the subjects that they go over. Then, if you’re skeptical, go to Google’s search and type in some keywords such as “New World Order“, “RF ID chips” “9/11 theory” and just go to town.

Without further ado…the Zeitgeist Videos…

Zeitgeist Part 1

Zeitgeist Part 2

Zeitgeist Part 3

Zeitgeist Part 4

Zeitgeist Part 5

Sung by Mohammad Rafi. Actress Laxmi Chaya

Here’s the original Movie Trailer. I can hardly wait to find it somewhere.

We had a United Way meeting last night at work. They’re an organization that takes donations to help fund many local and nationwide agencies that provide all sorts of human services. Not much came of this. I made my donation pledges like I make sure I do every year but the speakers weren’t from agencies I needed help from.

I had been waiting for this for a while so that I could get my hands on pamphlets with info on school funding. They gave these things out last year but I didn’t feel ready for dealing with the prospect of school fully. I could kick myself for that because the info was handed to me at work and it got lost in the house somewhere.

But the main thing is I’ve decided I need to get into school for something. I’ve thought about it a lot the past year and I think Graphic Arts is the best idea. I sure wouldn’t mind learning the latest programs and photoshops needed and I could end up applying it to web design and advertising (which actually links up with the things I always try to help Marla with here and there). And maybe as a side I could throw in Internet marketing. We’ve read tips from others online that seem to have learned a lot from the marketing courses.

Those two subjects combined could gear me up to learning to better design websites and advertise for my own business and all of Marla’s Misadventures. Now, the first step is the phone call to be connected to another agency which can inform me and make too many appointments.

I’m never using Dutch Boy paint again. It was half the price of the brand Kilz. We got a small pint like container of light gray (in Kilz) for an alternate color tone to a large gallon or so of dark gray (in Dutch Boy) to cover overtop of our whiter than white cabinets. We chose not to strip the previous paint off before we started since it would be twice the money and work and both brands of paint claimed to go on in one coat.

Dutch Boy was mistaken. But we’re totally satisfied with Kilz. That’s what the rest of the kitchen will be done in.

It was fun until the touch ups happened to last much more than two weeks (and counting). Don’t use Dutch Boy if you don’t want to be this irritated.

My shift has switched to a second shift for 2 months and that is murder. With the hurricanes, we’ve been getting what seems like three times the phone calls. That will die down. But I’m not looking forward to each week of days off.

We still have a house guest on a temporary stay with us until they can get on their feet somewhere so we never truly have much alone time. When I was on third shift we used to be alone late nights almost every night and I got spoiled by it. I almost felt like we finally lived by ourselves like we’ve always strived for. But now the realization hit that I won’t feel alone for another two months. Or will it turn into two more years? It really wears on you after it stops feeling so temporary.

But, on a happy note, we have painted the cabinets up pretty well, pics will come soon, they may already be over at Marla’s site. We’ve got some of our plywood nailed down in the attic to store our extra stuff in our bedroom and kitchen. More details later on that…

Today I shaved off all of the gruesome growth hanging off my face and it’s underside. This ends up being a once a month thing anymore due to unmotivation. I hate shaving. And I hate, and I hate, and I hate elevator music. It”s extremely hard to force yourself to do something you don’t enjoy. Sometimes I’m severely tempted to lasciviously pour Nair all over the place.

I”ll fix them!!!

But when I do finally get around to shaving, it’s usually on Shaven Yak Day, and it takes me almost an hour to finish it up. Then, I gather up all my shavings, set them aside in a bowl and go to bed, eagerly awaiting the moment I’ll get to sneak a peak at the Shaven Yak when he comes to visit. Oh, Joy!!!

But, now that I’ve got that outta the way, was there something you’ve got to say to me? Everytime I shave, I get horrid razor burn, especially on my neck. With this new house, I bought Marla an aloe plant when she saw one at Lowe’s and got excited. I decided to start using it on my face to see what happened. So far, both times that I”ve done it, it”s ***relieved my burn and itch*** within 10 minutes. It slightly comes back after a few hours but not near the normal intensity. And it”s a natural way to do it without alcoholic crap or crack rocks you have to heat on your tongue. Thats right, natural aloe, for your face and everybody else”s.

I used it anyway as I didn’t feel like spending another half hour preparing a fresh batch. This time I put it in the refrigerator. I’ll make some more with actual garlic cloves this set of days off. I was planning on researching more natural pest deterrant herbs to mix in but your mom was blown out of the water when she took over the computer.

Pam left me a message last night. I really miss her. She’s starting a new job soon and has been through a few more not so entertaining times. I really want to go out and visit her again. I think it’s been well over a year this time. She was supposed to visit once before but the flights were too overbooked to allow standbys to get on. I hate guest passes.

Now, with the state of the airline industries flight reductions everywhere the flights are more full than ever, making it hard to let me on so it’s hard to judge when a good time is to go out. I’ve gotta shift my time around at work in order to stay more than one day there.

And now I’ve gotta work it in around house projects cause everything seems to be going wrong. First the fridge, then the water heater, the computer twice, and in the fall I can predict it will be the furnace. After that, your guess is as good as mine.

On a hobby note, I haven’t been knitting or crocheting much, the house business killed that for weeks. I’ll pick my current projects back up, I just haven’t been motivated for that sort of thing.

I’m thinking of starting a graphic novel. I kind of always wanted to do one in the back of my mind. Not sure which kind of story or art would carry me fully through it but I’ll just have to try a few things out and see what sticks. I happened on a book in the library the other week that explains some of the processes when doing it all yourself. We’ll see if that pathway holds inspiration for me.