Schiavo is dead!
Thankfully I don't have to hear about this bullshit case anymore. So tired of the TV and newspaper coverage of this damn case. Now her pain is over!
going through the motions
Thankfully I don't have to hear about this bullshit case anymore. So tired of the TV and newspaper coverage of this damn case. Now her pain is over!
My nephew sent me his birthday wish list. Mind you his birthday isn't until June. He cracks me up. A true original. He will be 13.
Hello everyone as you all know that its brandon here and I would like to let everyone know what I am asking for my birthday on JUNE 16 and its a gas scooter called a pocket bike it looks like a mini motorcycle, my dad BEN knows what it looks like, its safe because it has head and tail lights for the night and has a horn, WHERE AM I GOING TO RIDE it? Around my complex or block.YES I have drown one before because my all my friends have one.they are so much fun,so I am asking everyone to please copperate and put money together to purchase this. Omi please forward this to fred Simone please show matthew or david this. SO PLEASE EVERYONE communicate and try to get me this.THIS IS ALL I want for my birthday so please!!!
Thanks for thaking the time to read this long email for any QUESTIONS call me @
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Thanks love you all xoxoxoxo
Oh, and I added the phases of the moon on my sidebar. Just in case anyone is a werewolf and needs to plan out their days, or nights rather.
Once again I say it-I hate Mondays. They suck. Or rather, work sucks. Oh how I hate to work. Maybe one day I will be able to just not do it. We'll see. We'll see...
Well Spring is definitely here. How do I know? Because my allergies have begun. Nothing horrible. Yet. But I've been here about a half hr and have already used many tissues. Ugh. I hate Spring. I wish we could go right from Winter to Summer. Or better yet just have Summer and Fall, with maybe a couple weeks of Winter thrown in, just for snowy fun.
I'm still home. I've been home since my Dad died. I am entitled to 5 days off for bereavement. I have taken 4. I am going back to work tomorrow. I'm actually looking forward to it as I'm a little lonely at home all day.
My Dad died today. He passed at 6:45AM Australian time. For him it couldn't have come soon enough as he has been in a lot of pain due to cancer taking over his liver. For us that he has left behind it is always too soon.
Yesterday tickets went on sale for the Fall leg of the U2 tour. I had planned to get 5 tickets. I got to work early (on time) and signed onto Ticketmaster promptly at 8:59AM. I got in right away. But the pull down menu only allowed me to choose 1 or 2 tickets. WTF?? So I chose two, waited about 2 minutes, and then was given decent seats for the Saturday night show-section 308, row A. Nice. But then I tried to go back in to secure tix for my buddies. Now the pulldown menu gave me an option of up to 8 tickets. WTF? But no luck. I either got rejected because no tickets were left or I got a message saying I've exceeded my ticket limit.
Today is Gramma's 78th birthday. I called to wish her a happy day and she couldn't stop talking about what a wonderful day she had with us all on Sunday. I really have to visit Gramma more often. I just wish we didn't have to go to Long Island to do it!
Went to LI yesterday to celebrate Gramma's birthday. She had saltfish & eggs waiting for us. Along with some bake. Then later on she had doubles ready for lunch. I love my Gramma.
There is a nice man with OCD that works in my building. He used to be on my floor, 9, until we moved up to 12 two years ago. His thing is germs and obsessive hand washing. I know this for several reasons.
I called my Dad last night. He is in the hospital. He is dying. His cancer has taken over and his liver is completely blocked. He was just moved to a hospice/pain management hospital where he will most likely spend his final days. He sounded very weak but still had his wits about him. He loses his train of thought sometimes but we were still able to have a relatively normal conversation. He said the food is great there, and they allow him to drink alcohol whenever he pleases. His girlfriend brought him a nice spanish sherry at his request. While on the phone the nurses came in at least twice to check on hiim. They asked him on a scale of 1 to 10 how bad is the pain? Seven he said. Damn.
Yesterday I was awoken as usualy by the monsters upstairs called my neighbors. I have yet to sleep past 9:30AM because of the ridiculously naughty child and his even worse I-have-no-control-over-my-son mother. UGH! I'm so freakin' tired of this!