What My Blogs Are About

This is normally something I would put in an "All About Us" page. But I thought it was also a good idea to post this here. I have always been accused of being negative or judgmental because of my blogs. Well, I want to clear the air on what my blogs are all about and why I keep them. Really, when you look at the whole picture of me, my blogs make up only about less than 1% of my life. I keep blogs because they are my place to rant. If I have a problem, or if I am feeling uneasy, the best way I can get rid of those feelings is to write about them. Some people talk it out, but I am not good at talking to people. So I write about them in my blog. And let's face it, people LOVE to hear about other peoples' problems. No matter what they say. I would not have so many viewers if that wasn't true.

I remember a long time ago, in the old INXS Fan Forum, a girl named Penny accused me of judging her on my blog. She said I cannot judge her because I do not know her. And yes, about that she was right. I only had her posts to go by to tell me what kind of person she possibly is. She had been reading my blogs back then (when I used to have a blog on MSN) and she absolutely hated me because of what I wrote on there LOL! Which is cool with me. What was ironic though was she said I cannot judge her by what she wrote on the forum, but then she turned around in the same sentence, and judged me for what I wrote on my blog. That was interesting coming from her mouth! And to tell you the truth, what I saw of her on that forum was FAR worse than what I ever wrote on my blog. She used to snap at people for no reason at all. She seemed to always be in a bad mood and was always cranky. The only people she was not cranky with were the popular people. Any newbies, or lower-ranking forum members, she would always treat like shit no matter how nice they were. That was why I didn't like her, and I still don't. I haven't seen her in years, but I doubt she's changed any. She's probably still the same cantankerous old fart she was back then. I did send her a sympathy message when her guinea pig died. But as with Andy, I didn't care about Penny. I cared about the guinea pig. That was all. I just know how it feels to lose a pet.

I don't even go into forums at all anymore. I have my YouTube channel and I also have my Facebook page. I don't need forums. In my experience, forum owners tend to go crazy with the powers of administration. So, I stay away from forums. I tried going back into INXS forums back around 2005 to 2006, but I found INXS fans were not as friendly as they used to be. And it's all DonnaG's fault! Or the fault of that damn Rockstar forum. I always said that is the most useless forum out there. The members cannot even start a topic! I never heard of a forum like that! Only one of the moderators can begin a topic. I am all for free speech, I don't want to have my speech controlled by some messed-up mods! I tried going into that forum once before, but it did not last very long. I got bored with it almost immediately. After I found out I was not able to post a topic, I said that's enough! Screw that place. But at least I gave it a try. I did not completely form an opinion until after I tried it. Now I have one and it stays firm.

I remember I used to write in my blogs a lot more back when I had an MSN blog than I do now. I just don't have that much to say anymore. My posts now are spread out further, and get less and less each year. I noticed that. I used to write in my blogs several times a day. Now, I am having a good day if I just write in this blog once a day. Or a bad day, depending on how you look at it. But I only write in these blogs if something big happens, or I have a big thought that I want to share, whether it be a good thought or a bad one. Another thing I typically get accused a lot of is contradicting myself. Well, there is a reason for that also. I am the type of person that looks at both sides of everything. All things have a good side and a bad side. I look at both. I am not like most people, who just see one side of everything. Thus I guess I can seem to be contradicting myself. But that's how I am, take it or leave it. And I am just as happy if you leave it!

I must also say, I've had a few forums put up myself. I had a Metazoic forum once, and I decided to end that when it was taken over more by spammers than by members. I also had an INXS forum for a little while. But because I had to seriously protect it from some of the evil fans (like the delusional mods), it was closed to all but those I invited, and you could not copy and paste from that forum. So it got closed down and replaced instead with my Timmy-Love Space on MySpace. I don't have a MySpace anymore. I rarely went in there after creating my Facebook account, so I got rid of my account on MySpace. I don't go into forums anymore, hardly ever. I do occasionally look into the Craigslist pet forums. But I haven't posted since I moved to Bozeman. Well, I cannot say I haven't posted. I posted maybe once or twice there, but I stopped completely. I only glance in on occasion. If I want to share something, I share it here. I have enough viewers here. I haven't been a regular in that forum since I lived in Ocean Shores.

I also had a lot to say when I lived in Bozeman. I never wanted to move there in the first place. You know, I heard my sister's neighbor, Roger, has gone stark-raving crazy. As if he wasn't already before I left there. But Anna said he's gotten worse. LOL!! I wonder if he saw what I wrote about him in this blog after I left there and it's making him crazier because he cannot respond back. Or he can, he just chooses not to, and I blocked him on YouTube because he's a troll. I cannot allow anonymous posts on this blog anymore, and you can thank the fanatical vegans for that. That is always the case, a few people who abuse privileges ruin it for everyone else. Speaking of which, I notice those same fanatical vegans have been trying to get my attention, both on YouTube and on Facebook. Well, I usually ignore people who are not friends of mine on Facebook. I usually do not read their posts, unless I am in a reading mood, but that is not very common really. And I pay zero attention to trolls on YouTube these days. And yes, I consider fanatical vegans to be trolls.

As for Roger, I hope he gets so angry and frustrated that he has a heart attack. Or kills himself. I told my sister to just basically ignore him, not to let him get her all worked up. I don't want her to be the one to get stressed out. Because if anything happens to her, both my ma and I will be over there to tear that SOB apart! He is so ridiculous! I think it's hilarious that he thought I was ever in love with him! LOL! At least that gave me a good chuckle!

Well, those are things I talk about in my latest book, Adventures in Moving, which is available now! Check it out!

 

Crazy Clawed Dreams

LOL! That's funny! But I've been having some weird dreams lately, and I don't know what they have been about. Throughout my life, I've been having some really strange dreams. But lately, my dreams have been stranger than usual. Lately I've been having dreams where I turn into animals. LOL! Particularly to attack or kill someone. A few nights ago I had a dream that Anna invited me to her place in Bozeman for a popcorn night, so I went. I knew there was still some turbulence there between those people and myself, but I didn't care, I went anyway. That alone is strange, considering I don't want to go back to Bozeman! And nothing can make me go back ever again! Anyway, when I walked into the building in my dream, I saw that idiot Andy standing by the elevator, so I decided to take the stairs instead. I didn't say a word to him at all in the dream, I just went through the door where the stairs are. Suddenly I noticed Andy had come into the stairwell after me. I just kept going up like nothing was wrong.

Finally I got to the top of the stairwell and I went through the door into the third floor lobby, and made my way to Anna's apartment. Andy was right behind me. No words were spoken in this dream at all, but he did come up behind me and put his hand on my back. When he did that, I turned around and I had turned into this huge, black, panther-like creature with eyes glowing red and I gave him a bone-chilling hiss, and I had the claws out ready to slash him with. But he backed away. So I let him go and continued on to Anna's place. LOL! It wasn't a real panther, but a panther-like animal. Kinda like Catwoman in the movie, only much more evil-looking. Maybe more like a cross between a panther and a bear, with the eyes of a fire-breathing dragon. It was definitely a weird dream! LORD knows I hate panthers! I would never turn to them for salvation.

Last night I had a dream too, I dreamed my sis and I were at a park with our dogs, and we were walking toward a convenience store there in the park. Anna was holding Odessa in her arms, and Vegas and Minnie were running around in a grass field nearby. Well, Anna decided she was going to stay by the enterance to the convenience store. Also standing there were a couple of nazi vegans who were in a protesting mood. One of them looked so familiar, I'd seen him on YouTube before. I think he calls himself mockmcmuffin, or something like that. I'd never watched any of his videos, but I saw his image on the screen his videos are frozen on his channel on. And this guy who was most prevailant in the dream looked just like him. Anyway, he looked at my sister standing there, and he started making cracks about the way she looks. He said to people going by "Hey, you wanna look like this girl, or you wanna look like me?" and blah-blah-blah.

It was then in the dream I turned to Anna and I said "Don't pay any attention to him, but if you'd like to go to another park we will." Anna said "No, that's OK." Anna looked at this mockmcmuffin character and told him to bugger off, and he continued to crack jokes about her. Meanwhile I went into the store. That mockmcmuffin guy followed me in the store and was watching me with great interest. I got an item that I wanted and I went up to the cashier to pay for it, and he started cracking jokes about me as well. I just ignored him in the dream. Until he opened the door to go outside and I heard what sounded like a loud thud. The main thing that went through my mind was he's hurt Odessa. So I ran out there and I was pissed off!! I saw Anna there, still holding Odessa and that mockmcmuffin guy standing near her. The other vegan guy had disappeared at this time. I asked Anna what happened. I asked "Did he hurt Odessa?!" Anna said no he didn't, but in my mind he did. So I started chasing him, and I chased him for a good ways away, I was scratching him and biting him and I angrily said "Don't you EVER hurt my sister OR her dog you BASTARD! You DUMBASS! You ASSHOLE!!" Then I slashed him on the face and said "I'll scratch your eyes out next time!" I tore off his pants and he ran away! LOL! I didn't turn into an animal that time physically, just in spirit.

The vegan nazis think I cannot move without a motorized chair. But I don't even have one of those things, and I move around very well. I can even move fast if I really want to, and have before too, several times. I can do that by not concentrating on my weight and only thinking about what I have to do. It's called mind-over-matter. I remember one time MsPearlsGirl said to Katrina (who is not fat at all) that she can walk faster than Katrina can run. I think she more meant it to refer to me. Well, that makes me think, a person can think they can outrun a fat, 1-ton grizzly bear, until the bear is barreling down on them. I am like that bear. I can look slow, lumbering and clumsy, even tranquil. Until I do what I know I have to do in defense of my family. Then you will see a side of me you'd never guess was there. When I woke up from that dream, my heart was pounding! Kinda scared me!

I don't like confrontations at all, and try to always avoid them. But I have hurt people in the past. I just don't like to, so I don't make that a first resort. My first reaction when I am being harassed is usually just to freeze, and give evil looks. LOL! If that doesn't work, I may tell the person to go away. If that doesn't work, I just walk away. If that doesn't work, and the attacker puts his hands on me, that's when I get violent. Even then, I prefer to just give the person a warning first. Its when that person does not heed that warning that I might be inclined to get physical. For me, getting physical is a very last resort. What I turn to only if the person does not get the message by the 4th or 5th time. LOL! But usually I prefer to keep my hands to myself. If the person stinks as bad as Andy did, I don't even want to touch them!! I don't want whatever is on their body making them smell so bad to get on me! Hell NO!!

Anyway, dreams like this are not entirely new to me. Usually when I dream them it means I may never see that person again. I had a similar dream to the first one back in 1994, after my 4-year friendship with a woman I went to the vocational school with broke off. Her name was Jennifer Krolovic. I still have a comic strip she and I collaborated on together. We got really close. But for some reason in 1993, she decided to end the friendship. A few months later I had that dream, only this time, she followed me into the school building. She wasn't chasing me, but she was following me and anxious to get my attention. When she got up to me, and put her hands on me I turned and hissed at her, and was about to attack her. Then she backed away. LOL! I never saw her again, and never even dreamed of her again. To this day, I have no clue what made her want to end the friendship between us so abruptly. I think it may have been the new, trashy women she was now hanging around when she returned to the voc school that year. It's very possible. I've seen what people turn into when they get in with the "popular crowd". It's never pretty!

Karen Carpenter's Death

Today is the 30th anniversary of Karen Carpenter's death. I noticed the article on the sideline. Now, it's not that I care anything about Karen Carpenter at all. I never liked the Carpenters! But it's the way she died that interests me. She had a heart attack due to anorexia. I found this very interesting. People did not know much about anorexia and it's dangers until she died and it's funny. People now know more about anorexia than they do about obesity. Very little is really known about obesity, and people tend to want to blame the obese person for being obese. The fact of the matter is both anorexia and obesity are the same thing, just different sides of the same spectrum.

Now, again don't misunderstand me, there are fat people that are fat because they did it to themselves. But anorexic people are just as much to blame for being anorexic. They choose to be anorexic, every bit as much as an obese person chooses to be obese. Anyone who argues otherwise is a fool of society. I think a lot of fat people though blame a thyroid problem for being fat because it's a way of shifting the blame, thus a chance for them to be accepted. Me personally, I never blame a thyroid problem because I would be lying if I did. My thyroid has been tested and it's fine. I am fat because I have an addiction to chocolate. I readily admit it. I endulge in it too much. But chocolate is a real addiction. Just like an anorexic person has an addiction to being thin. Many of them starve themselves to the point of death in order to avoid being fat. Me, I would rather be fat than dead.

The reason I bring this up is because people tend to feel more empathy for anorexic people than they do for obese people. Obese people can be mean and nasty tempered, but I think it's more because they expect society to have a bad attitude towards them. Like why black people and native Americans can be mean and temperamental too. They went through years of oppression and have come to expect trouble from other people. The same with obese people. I was always very nice until I began having problems with people after I gained weight. It brings you to a point where you just don't want to talk to people or sometimes even see them. I've been lucky though, I managed to develop a tough skin, and fat names don't bother me anymore. But I can see where it would make another fat person want to build a wall around themselves.

People blame obese people because their insurance rates go up. Well, you can just as easily blame anorexic people or smokers for that. Obese people are not the only ones to blame. But so little is really known about obesity, most people just say "oh a fat person can just lose weight and all their problems would be solved." But it is not as easy as just saying "I'm going to lose weight." And people who are out to make fun of a fat person do not help their matters. It just makes the problem worse. Fat people are the way they are probably because they find comfort in food. I just simply find chocolate delicious. I don't want to give it up. I would have to probably be hypnotized to hate chocolate. I've even seen people who say they feel more for a person who smokes or drinks because smoking and drinking is an addiction that the person cannot help. Well, so is chocolate. It is a known fact that chocolate has addictive qualities, much like nicotene. It arouses certain taste buds that triggers happy impulses in the brain and that feels good. So yes, chocolate is an addiction.

I even saw one person who commented on one of my YouTube videos that said he would make fun of a fat person every chance he gets. So he is part of the problem. A person who makes fun of a fat person cannot call themselves part of the solution, only part of the problem. Calling a person names from a moving vehicle is not going to help someone lose weight. It really just makes them want to eat more. Especially if they are the kind of person that finds comfort in food. Me, I have other ways of finding comfort. LOL! I go shopping and that makes me feel good. I also have my dogs, even though Vegas is ornery! I really only eat when I am hungry. Though I always try to make room for chocolate. Especially if the chocolate has nuts. I love chocolate and nuts!!

I just had to get this off my chest because it seems more is known about anorexia than about obesity, probably because people learn more about anorexia simply because they think a thin person is more attractive, so that makes them want to open their minds more to a thin person's problems. But since fat people are considered unattractive, the outside world closes their minds, and only hears what they want to hear about obesity, thinking just the little bit of information we have now is all there is to hear about it. But really, so little is known about it that I think the world would be surprised to find out all there is to know about it. It's truly a very complex issue. While there are people who can lose weight, there's really more to it than saying "I think I'll start going out for a walk every morning now." Ask a fat person. At least someone like me. I'll be honest.

I Don't Know What To Think Anymore

So many things have been happening this past month, and I've been too busy to actually write about them. Believe me, I have been busy. I am currently working on a new look for the UMG Productions website. I hope to get it done soon. But I have been working hard on it almost daily. I've been so busy with that and working on this story, and thinking of other stories, that I lost track of what is going on in the world. But here are some things that I have that I need to either gripe about, or are confusing me...

1. Skittles. Yes, the fruity-flavored candy with a gel-like center I used to absolutely f***ing LOVE is changing. They are now like the rest of the sheep known as candy companies that are taking away my favorite lime-flavored pieces and replacing them with that wretched green apple flavor!! YUK!! As if we don't already have enough fruit-flavored candies that switched over to that crap! That was the one thing I loved about Skittles, they were the last candies I ever liked that still carried lime candies. Now, they won't be anymore! That really SUCKS!! There is still some hope, at least for a little while longer. Some stores still have the small, $1 boxes of Skittles with lime pieces, and I say enjoy them while you can still get them! I used to love Runts for the same reason, but then they took out the lime flavored pieces and replaced them with that stupid green apple flavor! That pisses me off!! What has the world got against lime?? This is ridiculous!! Leave lime alone!! If Runts wants to make a change for the better, take out those horrid banana-flavored pieces and bring back the lime!! If Skittles wants to be unique, LEAVE THE LIME ALONE!!!! Even Life Savers. Back in 2000 they were going to take out the pineapple pieces, but they never did! They did however take away my favorite lime-flavored pieces. They would have been better off, IMO, taking the pineapple away and leaving the lime pieces in there! Soon I won't be able to enjoy any fruit-flavored candies at all, and believe it or not, there are times I crave something sweet, but don't exactly want anything chocolate. I haven't had Life Savers since 2000 and I haven't had Runts since 2002, and this year will be my last year I guess having Skittles.

2. I found out this afternoon that my old landlord Carolyn quit her position here and moved away. Now, we have a couple in her place, a man and a woman. I hope the man is handy with fixing things. I don't know what happened to Carolyn, suddenly she just decided to quit without any warning or announcement. I'm going to miss her!! I don't know what this new manager is like, I just met her today and got word that Carolyn quit the position. I kinda wonder if Elaina got to her. Elaina is kinda pushy. Nice, but pushy. Carolyn got in trouble a few times for giving the phone number to the maintenance guy out to tenants. I also know she was terminally ill, and maybe she thought that managing this park was too much stress on her. I don't know really. But I do feel bad she is no longer here. She was such a nice person. I even still have her phone number on my cellphone's speed-dial. Elaina, I don't know about her. One minute she can seem really nice, but then the next minute she can seem really salty. Not sure what to think here now. With Carolyn I had more freedom to expand, I don't know about this new landlord. But the rules in this park state that if we have a problem, to talk to our resident landlord, or call Elaina. But then when someone tries to do either, the attending manager gets in trouble. Not really fair!

3. Letting go of a friend. The other night, I had a little bit of a collision with a friend on Facebook. Now, don't get me wrong, she's usually a very sweet person. I do like her. But she's kindof fanatical about cats. I hate cats, and one of the big reasons is because of cat-fanatics like her. I like dogs, and lemurs, but I am not fanatical about them. But if a person likes cats and no other animals, in my eyes, that person is not an animal lover at all. It's not just the fact she is fanatical about cats, but she said that she would run a dog over with her car to save a cat. I was like "What?!?!" She would run over and kill a member of someone's family just to save a sick stray cat that kills wild animals and carries diseases harmful to humans?? That doesn't make any sense to me. But frankly, I cannot say much about that, so I held my tongue. I myself have killed cats on the road in the long run to save birds, squirrels and any other animal that would have been that cat's potential prey. So has Katrina, my best friend. She killed 3 cats in one day once; 2 on her way to work and one on the way to a local restaurant where she had her lunch, and she boasts about it because she hates cats more than I do. She even laughs when she sees a dead cat on the side of the road, or a dead cat anywhere. She hates them THAT much! Katrina will stop for dogs, raccoons, even mice. The only animal she won't stop for is cats.

Yes, cat fanciers would argue that owls eat the same species, even if they are endangered. The argument I have for that is the owls were here first. Cats are not native to this country, they are actually invaders. We do have wild cats here, but they don't just kill a bird or a squirrel and don't eat it. Only lions do that. Feral cats however kill just to be killing, and that is not cool. I don't even like most people for that same reason. So yeah, I would never approve of killing a dog to save anything as useless as a cat. Don't get me wrong though, I would never deliberately kill someone's pet. If I know the cat belongs to someone and is their pet, I would not hurt it under any circumstances. I've gotten out of my car to physically move my landlord's cat once. I didn't have to, I could have just crushed it under my van, but I knew that was her kitty, and I know she valued it. In fact, I am actually going to miss that cat. It was a sweet kitty. I don't think kitty cats are ugly. In fact, they look like lemurs to me. If my feelings about cats were based solely on the way they look, cats would actually be my favorite animals simply because they look like lemurs. I don't hate cats for the way they look, I hate them for the way they are. They are destructive. Many times more destructive than a dog of similar size. Cats carry diseases like typhoid, myotoxicosis, necrotizing fasciitis (flesh-eating bacteria), staphococcus and ringworm. I also read an article recently that cats actually make their owners go crazy. Something about a pheromone released by the animals that gets to a person's brain and over time, extended exposure to it causes a chemical imbalance in the brain. I'm trying to word it like the article did. LOL! If I could find that article I would link to it now, I think it was on the Discovery Channel's website. The reason I believe this article is because I've seen many cat fanatics and they were indeed the craziest people I've ever met!! All of them alike. Yet dog fanciers are not like that at all. So there is a difference there. Even when I was a kid I noticed the difference, and I loved cats when I was a kid. I noticed dog fanicers were more calm, friendly, laid-back people, while other cat-fanciers were crazy. That's kinda what made me change my mind about cats. I stopped loving them so much when I was about 7 years old. Even though I had a cat since then, and he was the greatest cat I've ever known, I still would never feel the way about them that I did when I was a kid.

Well, those things are basically what is on my mind now, just wanted to post an update here. Going to make some doughnuts out of canned biscuit dough tonight. My ma used to do them that way and they were awesome! I'd been craving some recently so I decided to try this myself.

Forever Stalkers

I knew it!! Bill Waggoner is still stalking me!! HAHA!!! I won $10 from Katrina. :) A couple of times I got comments from people whose avatar showed them in Anonymous masks, and they were right after I wrote about Anonymous in this blog. There is a world of difference between Bill Waggoner and Anonymous! If you're good at spotting the difference like I am, you can tell the difference. Bill Waggoner just says they're going to do something, and really do nothing. Anonymous does without warning. Bill Waggoner is just a bunch of buffoons, Anonymous is serious stuff. Bill Waggoner is trying to be like Anonymous, but they will never be Anonymous.

I found out this morning that Bill Waggoner is still stalking me because some idiot posted a comment about Bill Waggoner. I didn't really read the comment, I saw the words Bill Waggoner and figured that was all I needed to see, and I ignored the comment and blocked the idiot. I don't even know what he said about Bill Waggoner. I just figured if he is with this dumbass, then he needs to be blocked and ignored. I am still hellbent on ignoring these kind of people. There are some comments I just don't read, and don't need to read. It may even have been these guys that told the people of that apartment in Bozeman about this blog. Too bad for them, I was already on the way out. But if that is the case, then I owe the dirty dozen an apology. LOL! But once I was on the way out I didn't have to look back.

They look in at this blog all the time, too bad Bill Waggoner cannot read! If he could read, he would have known I do not accept negative comments at all anymore. I don't even need to read his comments to know they are going to be negative. He thinks he's being funny, but really, he's showing he is nothing but an illiterate dumbass. He's just pissed off because I told the people on the Craigslist pet forum that he is calling people who leave missing pet ads on Craigslist and telling them that he killed their pet or will only give their pet back if they have sex with him. So now he has nothing to do. But at least I pissed him off! LOL! That's good anyway. :) And I would do it all again, if I ever catch him calling missing pet ads telling the owners things like that. Yes, I will do it all again! Bill Waggoner can piss and moan all he wants, I will continue to tell on him. :)

Too bad for him, I have nothing bad to say about the people here. So far everyone here has been so nice and helpful. My neighbors are great! And I am home again. That is the important thing. I so missed being home. No body needs to worry about me saying bad things about them, as long as they don't cross me. So far, no one here has done that. They did it all the time in Bozeman, but then again there, I was living next door to a bunch of wierdos, drunkards and drug-addicts. Not all of them were like that, there were a handful of people there that I liked and respected. Some people I liked when I first met them, but later turned out to be assholes, even long before they read this blog. Matter of fact, I thought they already knew about this blog. The only person I said anything bad about that I wish I hadn't was Deb. But not her husband. I don't give a shit that I offended him, because he was being an asshole. He still was even after I left there. Honestly I don't know how Deb can stand being married to that jerk. I would not want to be married to someone like that. And that is why I refuse to be married to this day. Besides the fact that I just would not like sharing my house with a man.

I remember when I was looking for a roommate, a couple of people called me that said they had men who lived in the house. My ad clearly stated I do not want to live in the same house with a man. One of the people who called even said they only have one bathroom. That was an immediate no. I especially do not want to share a bathroom with a man. And Patti wondered why I did not want to get married (I'm not sure, but I think she had some kind of plan to marry me off to someone!) But I don't want to get married. I don't care if 100 suiters propose to me, and are the best-looking and richest bachelors in town, I still would not want to marry. Though I won't say that I wouldn't admire. LOL! Marriage means being tied down, and I don't want that. At least dogs can travel. Men, unless it is their occupation to travel, cannot. Right now, work is looking good, so Katrina and I are planning a possible trip to Victoria Is. Gonna catch the ferry up there and stay for a couple days and have fun this summer. As beach-combing pals.

As for Bill Waggoner, well, it's nice to know I am so important to some stranger's life. But too bad for him anything he says on my videos will be rejected, and may not even be read. I suspected the anonymous posts had to be him, because I don't think Anonymous has any interest in me. Only Bill Waggoner, and he's not the same thing.

Playing Devil's Advocate

There is a group I look in on from time to time, and there is this post that keeps coming up. Someone was selling a fancy mongrel pup to someone for the agreed on price of $200. She agreed to meet the buyer in a parking lot. She said the dog was what she calls a "morkie". Someone had to tell me what that is; a cross of yorkshire terrier and maltese. I thought it was Mork and Mindy's lovechild. That's what it sounds like to me. I don't keep up with these mongrel names. I still think they're dumb. They have no meaning, except to the gullible and ignorant. At least the name Yorkshire Terrier means it is a terrier from the Yorkshire region of England. And the name Maltese refers to the region that breed comes from. But to me, "morkie" will always mean nothing but Mork and Mindy's lovechild. LOL! "Morkie" has no meaning. It's just a dumb word mongrel millers use. I hate to say things like this, because the person who was cheated seems like a nice enough person. I'm just sorry she's caught into using these mongrel names as a sales pitch. And that is basically all it is.

But anyway, I am not here to tear any individuals down. She met the person and he gave her a bank-logoed envelope, took the pup in his car and drove away. When she looked in the envelope after he left, she found he had only given her $100. Not the $200 they agreed on. Well, I hate to say this, but I am going to play devil's advocate here and say she got what she deserved. NO ONE should have to pay $200 for a mongrel puppy! I wish more mongrel breeders would have something like that happen to them. Mixed breed puppies should not even be bred! There are WAY too many dogs dying in shelters. I know I really have no room to talk, because when I look for a puppy, shelters are the last places I go, if I go at all. But I have good reason for that. Most of what they have in shelters is mixed breeds (the ones with these dumb mutt names people have been giving them). Slapping a fancy name on a mixed breed dog does not make them more valuable, just as it does not make them any less a mongrel. Any fool who would pay over $100 for a mongrel aught to have their head examined! But this person offered to sell the puppy to this guy for $200, and that was marked down from it's original price, GOD only knows what it was! But knowing mutt breeders like I do, it was probably $500 or $600, or maybe even more. That person was smart! Although I don't agree totally with the way he went about getting that pup for only $100. What he should have done is look at rescues. I see ads on Petfinder all the time for maltese-yorkshire crosses. He should have gone about it that way. But I do feel bad for this person who lost the puppy, because really, Heaven only knows now what that buyer is going to do with that pup. I didn't want to say anything to upset the person who sold the pup, but it could now be in some cage, waiting to be injected with a deadly disease. And have needles poking and prodding at it. Or it could be shot down now, used as target-practice. Or used as pitbull bait. NO dog deserves that! Not even a mongrel puppy.

I did not get Minnie from a shelter, but she was a rescue. I love her a lot too. She's my sweet girl.But I am the kind of person who would rather $400 go towards the purchase of a good purebreed dog. I don't know why, but I am more fascinated by purebreeds than by mixed breeds. I guess because most of the time I was growing up, all my family ever got were mixed breeds. Except maybe Sir Knight. He was a skye terrier. But we only had him for a little while. My ma got tired of him, and my ma was one of those unfortunate people that would get pets, but not keep them long enough to get them used to the place or the family. I think we only had Sir Knight for a couple months. If that long. I was so young back then I don't really remember how long we had him. Glad I didn't grow up like that. After all these years, I still have Minnie and Vegas. And Anna still has Odessa. Of course we are not breeding anymore. Breeders often rotate stock out and in when one set of lines does not work out. I actually got tired of that. We let go of quite a few good chihuahuas doing that! But we made sure they went to good homes. I would still have Groucho, if she hadn't died on me. I was planning on retiring her after that litter was born and raised, and moving on with her babies, if she'd had a female. I was going to keep Groucho as a simple little lap-warmer. But no such luck! But I remember being a kid, and hearing all the other kids talking about their dogs. They would say things like "I've got a german shepherd!" or "I've got a chow chow!" and what did I have? Some mongrel! I felt like a lower life form. I had to say "My dog is mixed with german shepherd" or "My dog is mixed with collie" or something like that. I only had a half a breed, not a whole breed. Made me feel bad as a child! So that is why now I never get anything but purebreeds. I am happy with what I have now. I love my babies! I hope they last me a real long time! As attached as I am to them, if they go, I wouldn't survive. Losing Groucho was hard enough. That almost killed me, even 2 years after it happened. That's why I got Minnie. My Min-Min!!

Well, I don't mean to sound hateful to this breeder, and if I were still in with the big show breeders, I might have said I just hate this person. But I am not with them anymore, and have no intention of ever going back. I'm just a pet-person now. I don't even have the registration papers for either of my dogs. I am just not interested in breeding them. They are my pets. This breeder seems nice enough though. Recently she gave a couple of puppies to some people for free to become therapy dogs. One of the recipients has a child with autism. This breeder is awesome because of that! I told her I wish more breeders would do that! Show breeders say they breed for the love of the breed, but they don't. They breed for attention, fame and respect. Otherwise they would do more of what this person did and donate pups to people who do not have the money, but need a companion. But at the same time, I cannot let it slip through my mind that she also purposefully breeds mongrels, which is something I do not approve of, when so many dogs are dying in shelters. I am kinda torn in 2 different directions. Not a lot of Americans have any sympathy for people with mind-related illnesses. They just call those people crazy and laugh at them, make them feel like non-human creatures. Ya know that is something I never see in people like middle-easterners. I've met people from Pakistan, the Philippenes, and India, and when I tell them I am disabled they don't poke and make fun of me. They actually want to help me. Why aren't Americans like that? LOL! I see the difference all the time.

Well, that was how I met my partner. hehe! He's helping me out now. Well, as for the Christmas season, I must say it was a good one. I cannot afford any new gifts, so I improvised. Anna wanted a camera, so I gave her my good one. I can do without for a while. She gave me a van. hehe! She bought my ma's van that was for sale and gave it to me as a Christmas present. Anna came and spent a couple days here, and we had some fun together. We went to the casino in Sequim and had dinner there. Basically to me, Christmas is just another day. But the best thing is we got to have dinner together. Anna told me about her plan to move to Missoula, which is good. I want her to move there. Missoula is a better place than Bozeman, and it's closer to home. I also made a switch with Anna. I traded her my Keurig machine for her Sodastream machine. I have no use for the Keurig. The only flavor I tried that I liked was the apple cider. I'm not a coffee drinker, she is. But I do love sodas.

Well, yesterday when I got back on the computer, I checked my e-mails like I always do, and Anna had written to me! She told me to go to Aaron's and pick out a laptop and she would help me pay for it each month. I had to read it several times to see if I read it right the first time. I was like "Really?? I can get a laptop??" So the next thing I knew I was in the car going down to Aaron's to pick up the laptop that I wanted. That is what I am now typing on! This is great! I've been tired of using that tablet for a long time! It's too slow, and it doesn't always get online like it should! And it's also too hard to view my Facebook page. It would take forever to load the page, and then when it finally would load, I would think I was pushing one button, but instead would get something very different. It sucked relying totally on that tablet! Well, now the tablet is put away, and I got myself a more reliable laptop. I love it!!! I cannot thank my sister enough. But now I want to do something wonderful for her. I will be working in ernest on that Idaho Falls movie we made last year.

The Arrival of 2013

Well, nothing happened. The world, as we know it, was supposed to change. The only thing that has changed is my life. I had no idea my sister hated me. Or hates to be around me. She said the only thing she misses about us living together is she gets lonely traveling to different places alone. I didn't know she had some kind of a problem with me. She never mentioned it before. She never even let on that she was miserable. I always thought we were happy living together. She had her space and I had mine, she did what she wanted and I did what I wanted. She couldn't stay in Yellowstone because she admitted to both ma and pa that she missed being with the family. She didn't admit it to me though. I just don't know anymore what to believe. Perhaps if Anna had told me before that she was miserable, I would have been more understanding about her wanting to stay in Montana. We made decisions together about where to move to, and what we were going to do. Or so I thought. Never once did Anna say "No. I don't want to do this." or "No. I don't want to live there." She always seemed OK with the choices we made. But apparently, according to her, she was miserable the whole time. She told me not to take it personally, but this is what it all boils down to. There's just no other way I can take it.

Well, one thing Anna has to get used to, and that's not calling this place "home" anymore. This is not her home. She chooses to be a Montanan, so Montana is now her home. Just like if I were to move to Oregon and take up residence. I'd be calling that place home. And I am still considering it. But I cannot. Not until I finish business here. And Anna is so loony she kept talking about how I "got in trouble" with this blog, and she seemed to be enjoying blurting that out a bit too much. I kept telling her I did NOT get "in trouble" with this blog. Those people just got pissed. There's a big difference. Most of the people I offended on this blog, I don't give a shit about. They can stay pissed for all I care. But if I had gotten "in trouble" the way Anna wants to put it, I'd be in jail right now. And that is not going to happen. Only one person I offended I felt bad about, and that was Deb. But I did not even remember calling her dumb on this blog. And I found I did try to sugar-coat it when I wrote that post. She's probably the reason I've gotten soft now, because I did not want to hurt her, and when I found out I did, I felt bad about it. So now, I am kindof afraid to say something else hurtful to someone else I like. Or even just cross. If I felt the same way about Deb though as I feel about Andy or Kim, I would not have cared if I hurt her feelings and I would not be such a softie now. Sometimes I wish I did feel that way. I did not give a shit if Andy's feelings were hurt or if he was pissed off. I meant what I said about him and I am not sorry for it! Never will be. Andy thought he could shut me up by throwing a tantrum and acting like a gorilla. But in fact, he's given me much more power! LOL! And it feels good!! I hate that idiot! Always did, always will. When Angus died and I sent Andy a card, it wasn't Andy I cared about. It was Angus. Angus doesn't judge me. He was a good boy. I told my sister the next time Andy has a seizure, I hope it kills him. And I hope his final judgement will be just as harsh on him as his judgements of me and Anna has been. Then Andy can go on to Hell where he belongs. Karma can be a bitch!

I guess I should not say I hate him, I probably should just feel sorry for him and move on. He will have to face GOD one day for his actions. That won't be pretty. Because I will probably be there before him, and I will be standing by telling St. Peter that Andy was nothing better than a common bully, harassed me and my sister for no reason at all. Its not like I didn't meet him with an open mind. I try to give everyone a chance. I was nothing but nice and respectful to him. Any problems that arose were on his back, not mine. The only person in that building that really has any reason to hate me is Roger. I did call him some nasty names. That's why I did not take it personally when he called me names back. But you know what? I think Roger thinks I was in love with him, or something! When I figured that out I was like OMG! Apparently Roger took something I said on this blog the wrong way. Some time ago, in a past post, I was talking about the note I stuck on his door, and how I had enough love and respect for Roger to tell him the truth that I was the one who did it. Well, I think he read that and thought I was saying I was "in love" with him! OMG! And Roger does not seem like the type that is educated enough to know there are different kinds of love. GOD said to love your neighbor as you do yourself. Yeah! I know! I'm working on Andy. LOL! So that was what I meant. Not that I am "in love" with Roger!! Hell NO!!! Roger is no where near my type! He hates animals! And he's a wimp. I don't like wimpy men. I like men to have some muscle! And Roger is one of those truly unfortunate types that is not happy unless he is bitching about something. Can you imagine me dating a guy like him??? He'd come at me with his bitching attitude and I'd have to slap the shit out of him!

The only real friend Roger has there is this big, fat guy named Leon. I always equate looking at Leon to looking at a fiendish version of Humpty Dumpty. The guy must weigh about 800 pounds. His belly sags all the way down past his knees! Watching him walk though is almost hilarious. He sways like an egg from side to side. I may be fat, but I am nothing like Leon!! I hope I never get that big either! I swear 4 of me could fit well into his pants, and still have room for more! The day I get to be as fat as Leon, is the day I take myself out to a field and shoot myself! I never want to be that big! Anyway, the day I moved out of there, I was packing my truck and walking through the lobby, Roger and Leon were both there, and I saw Leon laughing, and he had a look on his face that was similar to the look I always saw the kids in school getting when one of their friends would get up in my face and say jokingly "so-n-so likes you!" I never believed them and I usually would just walk away without a word, because I knew it was nothing but the person being a jerk. But I would look and his idiot friends would be in the background looking at me and laughing. Well, Leon had that look on his face. Obviously Roger must have told Leon that I said in this blog that I was in love with Roger!! And I thought, "no wonder Leon was laughing! That's the silliest thing I ever heard too!" I was laughing myself! LOL! Everyone knows Roger is crazy. Even people that he apparently thinks are his friends knows he's crazy! And he must be crazy to think I was ever in love with him! It never would have happened. GOD said to love your neighbor, not to be in love with your neighbor! And not only that, I think Roger used to be a woman. I may not be married right now, but I am not gay either.

Well, my life changed once I left Bozeman. I never should have moved there in the first place. And I admit getting to where I am now was not easy, but it was an adventure, and I am here now, that's the important thing. I just wish I hadn't been so soft when I was living with Patti! There were times I wanted to tell her off so bad!! But I didn't because I wanted to make that deal work so bad, and I was afraid to say anything cross to her because of that, because I just know how I am when I get angry. I fly off the handle. I tend to scare people when I get angry, and I did not want to scare Patti. Looking back on it now, I should have said to myself "It's either her or me!" and if I get kicked out, then I just do. Before I moved to Bozeman, that would have been my attitude! And I would have acted on it and screamed at Patti so hard it would have scared the shit out of her. But I got softer there, and I just did not want to hurt another person I was supposed to like. I dunno, moving to Montana was the worst damn thing I ever did in my life! I should not have done it. It screwed me up so much!

Becoming friends with Karen though taught me something about myself. I know I am not the kind of person everyone takes to right away. That's because I have a serious distrust of strangers, and I don't usually open up to them immediately. Or I hide things about myself from them until I actually get to know them. Well, there are some things I'd rather only those closest to me knows first. But hearing Anna's testimony about me kinda has me wondering what she is telling people about me. Anna is the kind of person that always gives in, as long as the one being spoken negatively about is not herself. But she is always quick to elaborate heavily on other peoples' bad points. I know when Kathy was talking shit about me, Anna was agreeing with, and enabling, her. Anna said not one word in my defense, and I was not there to defend myself. One of the things my father told me that Kathy was pissed off about is that I left my sis in Montana alone with no one else. But Anna wanted to stay in Montana. I didn't. I hope Kathy knows that now! If we had moved to a good rental home, maybe in Missoula, I would not have minded Montana so much. But we moved to a complex in Bozeman, so far from home. I didn't like it. I wasn't happy. Anna can take care of herself, and so can I. The thing is I am not used to living in a complex. I couldn't get used to having people all around me. I'm not a people person. I am happy where I am now, once all the bugs are worked out! All my utilities are paid for, and at the end of 3 years, this RV will be mine!

Here Or There

Good GOD how I hate show breeders! And I am beginning to hate rescue people almost as much! Geez!! And to think I used to think people who love pets are all the same, or all like me. All they would be interested in is knowing what kind of dog a person has, is it friendly, or how cute it is and how it loves to play. But no, these people do not think of that. Nowadays all they want to know is is your dog a rescue or did you buy it from a breeder. I get on Craigslist and see the ads people put up there for their dogs, and next thing I see is a total war breaking out! Nowadays if you get a dog off of Craigslist, the Craigslist police complain because the buyer is supporting backyard breeding practices. And the griping just never ends! I totally hate getting into discussions like this! It's not my place anymore. And really people should just keep their mouths SHUT when it's not their business.

Backyard breeders will always be there. No matter how hard someone argues. If a person wants a pet, they cannot rely totally on show/responsible breeders. As beautiful as it would be if everyone got their pets from a responsible breeder, it isn't going to happen. I am always taken back to this friend on the INXS website, and the experience she had with a show cat breeder. That breeder refused to sell to her because she lived in an apartment with no fencing, which I thought was a stupid reason for not wanting to sell her a kitten. But that's how those kinds of breeders are. And it is because of instances like that that backyard breeders will always be around. She went to a rescue and got herself a kitty eventually, but if she'd had her heart set on getting a specific breed of cat, that show breeder would have left her no choice but to go to a backyard breeder. And that is what I am trying to say. I remember bringing up this subject in the Craigslist pet forum, and within seconds got all kinds of "down-thumbing". I told them they can down-thumb me all they want to, but it's the truth! I look in shelters sometimes, but I never see anything I want. Most of what they have are large dogs, or mongrels, and I don't particularly like mixed breeds. I am not saying they cannot be good pets, I'm just saying I don't particularly care for them myself. With purebreeds you know what you are getting.

Anyway that is why I feel there will always be backyard breeders. That is why I hate show breeders! I always look at the bigger picture. Not just what is immediately in front of me. My experience with show breeders has always been they will not help you at all unless you have shown at least one dog. Or cat, I am sure. But then you have to get that one dog (or cat) first that is show-worthy. How do you do that if no show breeder would ever sell to you? If you see someone is in need of help, you should help them. If you see someone is drowning, you don't just stand there and let the person drown. If you have a heart, you jump in and save them. If show breeders would do that more often, they would be awesome! Yet show breeders who do that are always frowned upon and ridiculed. I've seen it happen before. People say they breed for the love of the breed, but I don't think that's the reason show breeders breed. From what I have seen, they breed and show to get more attention. Its the same senario as bullies beating up other kids on the playground, they do it for nothing but attention and respect. If show breeders and responsible breeders really did what they do for the love of the breeds, they would be a lot more helpful, and far less assholes, to newbies.

This was what I had to face when I was breeding and looking for a mentor. I was told by the ECC to contact a local show breeder, Rio, who has been breeding chihuahuas for a long time. I lived in Olympia at the time, and she lived in Rochester, which was only 30 miles away from me. I'd seen her dogs before, and I thought they looked nice, and I had met her before too and she seemed OK. Not cool, but OK. Well, I called her and the first thing she did was put words in my mouth. She claimed I was calling her to purchase a pup from her and I said no. I said I am calling because I need a mentor and I was referred to her by the ECC. I spoke to her the way I speak to all my friends, I was as polite as I could be, considering she was being pushy and nagging. I told her that I had just bought a dog from Will O' Wisp, and she suggested I look to them for mentoring. But there was a problem. Will O' Wisp was 300 miles away from me in Spokane. Rio was only 30 miles away from me. It would have been hard to have Will O' Wisp as a mentor when they lived so far away from me. I just never asked them. A couple weeks later, Rio called me again and asked if I had ever contacted Will O' Wisp and I said no. I saw no point in it. So I looked for as many books as I could find about how to breed show dogs, read them and absorbed them. That was how I got mentored.

Well, a couple years later, I "met up" with Rio again on an e-mail forum. It was a forum of all show breeders. I thought I could learn a lot about how to breed properly from them. So I got on there and asked questions. As any newbie should, I did keep an open mind. But every time I sent in a question, I either did not get a response, or I did not get a direct answer to my question. Just the run-around. Show breeders treat other show breeders like they are some kind of deity. And outsiders and newbies get treated like shit. I remember I crossed one person just because I responded to a questionnaire that they said was not directed at me. I thought it was a public questionnaire, and I always had fun filling those out on MySpace, and it gave my readers a chance to get to know me. So I filled it out, not knowing it was supposed to be for someone else to fill out. Well this guy John Cippolina (Jack Nipplemama in my story) got PISSED!!! He started bitching up blue streak! LOL! And this was a guy who everyone said gives a lot of his time to help newbies. I could not believe it. If he got so bitchy and pissy because I filled out a questionnaire, that I had NO idea was meant solely for someone else, then I was so glad he is not my mentor!! I don't know if he was just being bitchier than usual because he was behind a computer screen and could just get away with it easier, or if there really were some underlying anger issues there. I could just sit there and picture the veins in his forehead popping, one by one. I never showed him any disrespect until he just about pushed me to the limit. It takes a lot to make me mad, but once I get mad I can blow. But I did not blow. I did ask him who pissed in his Cheerios. LOL! Next thing I know I have show breeders that people on that group hadn't heard from in months riding all over me. And I don't even feel that I was at fault. John was the one who started bitching at me. I didn't bitch at him. Yet all those dumb show breeders were taking his side, simply because he had been breeding dogs for 30-something years. That's another reason I hate show breeders. John was being an asshole, I wasn't. Even after he pushed me almost to my limit, I still did not bitch at him. Though I do believe that if we had been standing in the same room and he came at me with that attitude, I might have lost it and scratched his eyeballs out. LOL!

Well, the next thing I know, Rio is telling me things about myself that I didn't even know. Like I had been breeding chihuahuas a lot longer than she has. I started breeding chihuahuas in 2001, she's been breeding since 1996. This told me that Rio was hearing misinformation about me from somewhere, which led me to believe that show breeders gossip. I tried telling her the truth, but even after explaining myself about 100 times to her, she still did not get it! Which led me to believe that show breeders don't believe anything that anyone says except other show breeders. The trouble with listening only to gossip, and not getting actual facts for yourself, gossip gets jumbled from one person to another. Especially where show breeders are involved I would assume, because their brains are smaller than those of an average person. Either that, or they are simply voice-activated robots that can only take in little bits of information at a time. I could really sit here all day long and say this kind of stuff about the show breeders I saw in that forum. This is how I saw them. They made me basically feel the way I do today about show breeders. These things, if an average person had done them, that person would be considered rude, judgmental and no one would ever want to be around that person. But show breeders seem to be able to be that way because other show breeders will always forgive them, not because they are right, but because they've been breeding and showing for 20 or 30 years. That seems to automatically make that person right, and the newbies wrong. You can say a lot of things about me as well, but one thing you can never say is I am unfair. I meet new people with an open mind. I don't let what others say about someone get in the way of how I feel about that person. I even gave Patti a chance to prove herself! And she too turned out to be bitchy. And I did nothing to make her that way, on purpose. Coming up in my next book. :) From that you can judge for yourself.

This Christmas Season

Well, any Christmas spirit I had was lost now. The only family I have living near me are my dogs. My sis is living in Montana, my ma is planning to move to Reno. She just sent in the security deposit yesterday. My father still lives in this state, but Kathy, his wife, is bugging him to move to Arizona. If he ever decides to give in to her, I will lose all my family. Rats! I may have no choice but to move back to Montana. But NOT Bozeman!!! I'm going to do what Anna and I should have done to begin with, move to Missoula! It would be funny if I were to beat her there. LOL!! Maybe I can find a rental home that the both of us can afford. It beats living all by myself. Now, my sis cannot make me believe that she does not at least miss living with me and the dogs! That would be ludicris. One of the reasons she even returned from Yellowstone is because she missed the family. I would have a hard time believing that she totally enjoys living by herself. Well, I am expecting her some time before Christmas. Don't know exactly when though. I have a surprise Christmas gift for her. But it will be a gift with certain strings attached, which I will discuss when she gets here. :) Something I got for free, but I don't need, but I know she would get a kick out of.

Well, my road to this place has been rocky, but the important thing is I am here. I am personally glad to be home. I missed it here so much! I did not even think I would like living in this area. I can tell you all, it gets cold as a bitch here! I had so many adventures moving to this place, I cannot even fit it in a short 15-minute video. Not even an hour-long video! So I have decided to write a book about my adventures in moving. I am going to tell EVERYTHING!! I am even going to reveal some things in this book that I have never revealed to anyone before. Things that I have never even written about in this blog. And you know how wild my blogs get! There are some things that I have kept private all these years, I even had to lie to keep them private. Yes, lie! I admit I've been an online liar. But I think it's OK to lie online to keep your privacy. Some people, like the dirty dozen mob, are too nosy. But the things I don't want them to know they will never find out. Not unless they read this book. I mean, anyone can get your address and phone number, even your real birthdate, but there are some things that I have never revealed online. They are mostly things I don't want people to know. Like, do I really have tatoos or not? What did I weigh when I was 19 years old? What made me put on all this weight? What really happened during that 4 days I lived with a roommate? What color are my eyes if I did not wear color-changing contact lenses? Well, most people that know me personally know the answer to the last question anyway. But those are just examples.

I've titled the book the same thing I titled the movies, Adventures in Moving. It will become available on the UMG Productions website. As soon as I can get it up! I am thinking of having my partner do the site all over again. He said he would do it for free. He never started it though. I need to ask him about that.

I can tell you, coming to the library to work on these blogs and stuff is interesting. Just now as I was sitting here, a man got into an argument with a woman right next to me. They exchanged words and called each other names and shit, and these were 2 grown people. Kinda makes me sick when adults act like teenagers. I stayed out of it though. It's none of my business! But it just further puts into prospective that the people of this town are not very friendly. Sometimes I get nervous here. Last night, I heard what sounded like someone throwing something at my door. I think I need to buy a gun! I'd hate to though. We are so close to Bellevue and Bellingham that I think we are getting the scoundrels from there up here. It worries me.

Well, I must wrap this up. I will be putting up the new UMG Productions site soon. Stay tuned!

Another Month Passed

I know it is not very often I get to post in here anymore, I just come in occasionally to give the world the bit of an update now and then. I still do not have a computer, just the tablet, so my time on here is limited. I sent out Christmas cards last week to those who wanted them, and to family and friends. They automatically get them! LOL! But I ask my Facebook friends if they would like to do Christmas card exchanges, and sometimes they say yes, sometimes they don't respond. Those that do not respond I assume they are not at all interested. So I don't send them a card. I ask every year though. Well, I have officially gotten my Christmas present from my sis. I'm getting along great with it too.

Well, another month has come to pass, and I am still loving my RV. I am just getting used to it. I spent the last 4 nights watching Rockstar: INXS. You know I did not even watch that series once the whole time I lived in Bozeman? It's better enjoyed when I don't have to cut in hour long breaks to go to the dog park and let my babies go potty. They keep me in too much suspense for that! LOL! Even though I have seen the series many times, the suspense is still there. The last time I tried to play that series, I just could not get into it. I think that has a lot to do with the fact that INXS chucked JD Fortune out of the band. That whole summer I feel was wasted! But it wasn't a total loss. I watch the series mostly for the music. I still am spellbound by the way Marty Casey sang Wish You Were Here. It still brings tears to my eyes! I love it. I just cannot believe that INXS wants to end it this way. In the series, JD was looking forward to writing songs with INXS for the next 20 or so years. I look back on those words now and I think "INXS didn't even last another 10 years!" And it's funny, the Rolling Stones just celebrated their 50th anniversary this past week. Surely if they can go on, then so can INXS. But INXS decided to give up. I'm kindof in a recessive period with INXS. I just don't get that excited about them anymore. It has nothing to do with their retirement. It's been building for quite a while. They're still my most favorite band, but I just don't get as excited about them as I did back in their touring days.

These recessive periods come and go with me. Sometimes they last a few days, sometimes a few months. Sometimes they even last a few years. I know that sounds strange, but it keeps my life interesting. I switch gears from one favorite subject to another. Now that I am home, I find I am getting more into the subject of Mount St. Helens, and other natural disasters. They can be scary, but they are also very fascinating. But to me, Mount St. Helens will always represent our state. It was because of that I always loved living here.

So what do you all think about 12/21/12? Do you think it will be the end of time? Everyone says it will be the end of time AS WE KNOW IT. Like there could be a lot of changes made to our world and some things will not be the same as we've always known. Maybe they will be good changes. I don't want to think they will be all bad. We already have war going on, and Obama is back in office. Those are enough to scare anyone into believing the end is near. I knew Obama would be back in office. It was inevitable. I don't even know why anyone held any doubt about that at all. Obama's supporters are so gullible, they believe he is the best candidate. Now, marijuana is legal in this state. You know what is going to happen, now all the druggies are going to move here and the crime rate all over this state will skyrocket!! And I live close to one of the crimecenters of this state. Bellevue is not too far from here, and they have the highest crime rate I believe in this state! It scares me to go out at night, even if it is just in my back yard. The other night, there was a woman just outside the fence, and she saw me and the dogs, and she was raging around all over the place. Sounded like she was stood up for a ride and she was pissed off because of that. She kept shouting "I need a ride!" and "Wanna give me a ride?!" But she sounded either like she was drunk or high on drugs! It was the middle of the night, I wasn't even coming close to giving her a ride anywhere! I just let the dogs talk to her. They barked at her. She didn't come near me then. hehe! In her stoned state, they probably looked like pit bulls to her.

Anna said that is the main reason she won't move back here. I told her that with Obama in office now, it won't be long before Montana legalizes marijuana! Anna said when that happens, we will move out of the country. I told her living in Australia would be nice. But I don't know. It gets hot there and I do mean HOT!!! Maybe Canada would be better. I used to want to move to the UK, but after seeing some of the wacked out people that live there (from YouTube), and hearing stories from people I know who have lived there about the crimes committed against them, I don't think I would like the UK very much. But I've always enjoyed Canada. BC is really nice. I've been there several times. Victoria Island is only 20 miles away from me, I haven't been there since I was in middle school. I'd love to move there. I remember the island was kindof old fashioned. They even had horse-drawn carriages. I got to ride one when we visited there and I enjoyed it. I'd never move to a place like Toronto, most people do, but I think I'd like to stay in the northwest. We have the prettiest mountains here. And some of the people I've met from the Toronto area (not all mind you, but some) were nasty and rude people. No different really from New York. But I liked BC. Might be fun living there.

Then there is the pet problem. Anna and I each have dogs, neither one of us are willing to give either of them up. People are not willing to accept a family that has 3 dogs readily. Though I was skimming the Craigslist pet forums one day and I saw someone posted that they managed to find an apartment in LA that allowed her to have 5 dogs (one of which was a pit bull) and 2 cats. I would have been very interested to know how she found a rental place like that! That is unheardof as far as I know. Unless that person exaggerated, or even lied. I cannot imagine any landlord that would be willing to accept a tenant that has 5 dogs and 2 cats. Its hard enough trying to find a landlord that would let us have 3 tiny dogs and no cats. Let alone 5 dogs, and one of which being a pit bull! I just don't really believe that person's story. I've looked far and wide, and most landlords will only allow either no more than 2 pets, or no pets at all. Even if they are tiny pets. If I were a landlord, I would sooner allow a tenant to have 3 tiny dogs than one cat. Cats are just as destructive as big puppies are. In their own way, but they are still just as destructive. That's one of the main reasons I don't have a cat. I get turned on by kittens as anyone (except for gray tabbies), and I may say I want one, but I've never gotten one yet. Fact of the matter is, I don't really want a cat. They're too destructive. Every time I used to have cats, they always tore up the house, and dirtied up everything. I even once had a cat that smeared it's shit all over the carpet! And this was a small cat! It was very fortuitous that I had a carpet shampooer at that time, and I was able to clean it all up. But after that I never wanted another cat again. I had a 100-pound german shepherd dog then too, and it was cleaner and a lot less destructive than that tiny cat was!

I see ads where landlords will accept a family with a cat, but not with a dog, and I say "My dogs would probably do a lot less damage to their house than someone's cat would". My dogs basically do nothing but eat and sleep. Minnie occasionally has accidents, but they are not that big, and they're very easy to clean.

Well, that's my views on that subject. I'm already tempted to move out because of the wave of crime that I am sure is coming my way. But I have to stay. Well, this area is nice. We'll discuss my moving sometime down the road. I'll just have to think about it. Never having lived in an RV before, there are some things about this that I am not aware of. I'm going to hit my share of snags and I understand that. I just hope that none are fatal.

Just A Quick Update

I am typing this at the local library computer because all I have now is my tablet. I've tried typing entries on here before on that darn tablet and well, it screwed up the whole post! So I said I would never do that again. So until I can get a laptop, I am going to have to come here to type new posts to this blog.

Well, I completed an entire mini-series of my move to this place and how I came about winding up here. I had to break the first 2 episodes down into 2 parts because they were so long. Even edited, they came out longer than I expected. But I had so much to say. They are up on my channel now. This is the first of the series, where I talk about my move from Montana. I also talk about Andy and how he stinks so bad. My sis said she was standing close to him when she went to pick up her mail a couple weeks ago, and she said he still stinks!! HAHA! I find that funny! I may be fat and I may be ugly to him, but at least I don't smell like him! That would be much worse than being fat and ugly! LOL! Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, that's a known fact. But stinky is in the nose of everyone.

Well, I am beginning to enjoy where I am at. I just need a new mattress. The one I am sleeping on now is comfortable, but it slips. My floor was flooded for a while and I didn't understand why. But then the maintenance man came and took a look at it and found I left my water pump on, and when I sat on the sofa, which is over the water pump, it released the water that was in the storage tank onto the floor, so I finally got that mess cleared up. Thank GOD!! I am still scared to death it may have caused some permanent damage. Some things I can take care of myself, like last night, I wanted to take a shower. But my showerhead broke. So I went to Walmart to pick up a new one. I love it! It's got 4 different settings, and it just massages you, and feels so good! With that showerhead I may never want to get out of the shower! That would be a thing I would look forward to every night! Slowly but surely I am adjusting to life in an RV. I just have to refrain from buying any furniture or anything like that. I don't need it. Well, let's face it, I do need a new pull-out sofa. The one I have is a little run down. Kinda uncomfortable.

Right now, my primary focus is going to be in getting myself a laptop. I went to Aaron's today and found one I really like. It's got everything I need. I just need a little help from my sis in paying for it every month. I need to speak to her about that. But all-in-all, I am loving where I am living, and that is the important thing. I still have battles with the internet there, but my RV I am beginning to see as home, and that is what I need. At least the dogs and I are together.

Well, tomorrow marks the 15th anniversary of Michael's passing. I still miss him. But now, I understand INXS are retiring. I was so sad to hear that, but it had to happen sooner or later. I know they retired from touring the world, I don't know if they are not going to be making music anymore. I do know Ciaran mentioned on his Facebook that he is writing some new songs now. Not sure if they are just for himself or if they too are for INXS. I've been to INXS's website and a lot of it does not work anymore. You cannot even contact them now. But their Facebook page is still up. I never really got their permission to use their names in my story where they go to Mount St. Helens. Poor guys. But I think I need to get together with the guy I collaborated with on that story and tweak it a little more. It needs some touching up to make it a little more interesting. Maybe have them spending more time at the mountain. And add more images too.

Life Gets Better From Here On Out

Well, I made it! I am now officially an RV owner. Actually this is a camper trailor. I've always wanted to know what it's like to live in an RV, and for at least the next 3 years, I will learn. At the end of that 3 year period, this RV will be mine! I plan to purchase a van and haul this tin can all over the coastline. Who knows? I may see places I've never seen before. After I have seen every place there is to see on the coast, I might decide to purchase some land and rent this RV to other people. It'd be great for a student. If I can put it on a piece of land of my own, I can get $600 a month for it easy! Thats another thing I've always wanted to do, own some rental property. I used to see the commercials about how to start a rental business and I would dream about it. This would be an excellent start into a business like that. I hope to be fair with my tenants, and allow pets as well. I always like to say I am pet friendly because I do love animals, and I also understand how much other people love their pets. I'd have to limit the pet deal however to only a small dog. No cats and no big dogs. Nor medium-sized dogs. hehe. Well!! I want to be pet friendly but cats are very destructive, and so are big dogs. When I had cats, they messed up all my carpets. Fortunately my family owned the house and I had a shampooer I was able to get it all out, but it showed me that cats are every bit as messy as big dogs are. Only my chihuahuas, and Minnie, have been easy-going and non-destructive. So sometimes I can understand why a lot of people who rent don't want to allow pets. Service animals are another thing, one has to allow that. You know there is an ad on Craigslist by someone who wants to rent a camper, and does not want to allow pets. The ad says "Not even service animals". That's illegal. That would be denying a disabled person a home just because they have to have a service animal.

Well, all this is just a dream right now, but looking ahead, it might come true. Maybe someday. But anyway, no matter what, I am getting a taste of what it's like to live in an RV. It's what I always wanted to experience! I'm trying to fix up this place for winter because believe me, it gets COLD in here!!! The first couple of days after I moved in here, I didn't have a heater, and it was freezing out! In order to get warm, I had to stay under my bed covers and cuddle with the dogs up against me. Well, Vegas was bred as a lap-warmer. That's the purpose Chihuahuas served before they became popular housepets. When it's cold, I even find Minnie stays under the covers. She usually does not like the covers. So the second evening, I went to this little RV parts store and got myself a space heater. It's wonderful and made specifically for RVs. But it's small. So my father came up and visited this past week and he brought me the oil heater that he kept in his camper. So I keep that out now and keep it going and it stays nice and warm in here. BTW, my father said not to worry about what Kathy said about me. Those are her feelings, not his. Looks like Kathy and I will never really get along. I don't want to hurt my father's feelings, so I will try to be nice. Won't be easy though. But I've done nice things to people who I didn't like several times. No matter how nasty and mean I try to sound on here, I always try to be nice no matter what. I don't want to deliberately hurt anyone.

Well, now that we got it warmer in here, there is another thing I need to adjust on: the size. This is a 35-foot long RV, but it is still small inside. There are no slide-outs at all. Campers usually do not have them. At least not when this thing was new. This is a 1995 model trailor. But everything in here is tiny! Small spaces, small doorways. I barely have the room I have for the oil heater, which is why the little space heater is such a better option. But it doesn't get everything as warm as quickly as the oil heater. Me, being so darned fat, I can fit through the doorways, but if I ever get any wider, I won't be able to. LOL! Campers were not made with fat people in mind. But I hardly eat here so I don't think there is much chance I will get wider. And since I catch the bus everywhere now, I do more walking than average. Maybe I'll even lose weight. Who knows? Really, it doesn't matter to me. I'm actually almost afraid to lose weight. If I lose weight, I'll probably be gorgeous again, and you know what that will mean. I could be kidnapped, raped, maybe even murdered. I don't know though, maybe not if I stayed here. My neighbors here will look after me, so I was told. The manager here is also very nice. But poor thing, her illness gets in the way. When I moved in, she told me she would take me and another woman out that she wants me to meet. She never said exactly when she wants to do that, she just said the next day. Well, the next day came, and she got sick. And I needed to go out for a few things. She could not go, so she said she would do it the next day, and I said OK. Well, the next day came and went, and she was so sick she had to go to the hospital. I told her not to worry about it then, I'll just go out myself. I told her to just concentrate on getting herself better. I haven't bothered her about it since. And I still have not met this woman she said I should meet. But I suppose we will happen on one another someday soon. So whenever I need to go someplace, I either walk, take the bus or take a cab. Depending on how far I need to go and what I need to do! Obviously if I need to shop for the month, I cannot walk. Not unless I can get myself one of those roll-away carts. I have plenty of food supplies though. A lot of it I still have left over from when I lived in Bozeman.

Well, all of this is new to me, I am still working on getting used to it here. And getting used to living in an RV. It'll take a lot of patience and time. I thought my first night here that I was not going to like it at all. But then I have thought that for every new home we have moved into in the past, and usually after a while, I wind up loving it so much I don't want to leave. Except in the case of when we moved to Lakewood and when I moved to Bozeman. I knew I would not like Bozeman! This place is somewhat like Bozeman only better! I have the mountains behind me and the ocean in front of me. I love the area for sure! But until I actually have had a chance to get used to living in an RV, I cannot say for sure if I am going to love this or not. It'll take a while to see if I really do like this, or if it's just not for me. I hope to learn to love it. The most important thing though is now I have my dogs back with me where they belong. That was the main thing I had trouble adjusting to. That was the only thing I hated about leaving Patti's house! Knowing I would not be able to cuddle my babies again for a long while. That was depressing to me. But now we are all together again, and that will help me a lot in my adjustment. Been good having them back with me again. I had so much lost time with them to make up for. Not that I didn't think they were well taken care of, I mean those people that took them in were very good to them. After a while they really did not want to give them back to me. But it's just that I wanted them with me. I wanted to be able to hold them and cuddle them whenever I wanted to. I wanted to feel them licking my arms, and my face again when they felt like it, I wanted to see their sweet little faces and see their little tails waggling. That is why if I ever get rental property, I will never deny someone else their small dogs as I was. As long as the owner is responsible. Really though, those are very hard to find. Not everyone is as responsible a pet owner as I am!

Take My Picture

This past Saturday I finally finished a job at the Walmart in Yelm that I was doing for Straight Talk and the Make a Wish Foundation. It was a 4-week job and I was getting paid pretty good. The money I made will help me get into my new place. Well, during lunch break, I went to the local gas station to get lunch for me and a friend, who was also there. When I got in line, I was standing behind this one young woman, she looked to be about 20 or 25 years old and was dressed like a whore. First thing I know she has her phone camera raised and I am seeing myself on the screen. Then I realized she had just taken my picture! I don't even know this girl! And she is one of those "all-put-together", very attractive girls. Why in the world would she want a picture of a fat, ugly old crone like me? At least if she would have told me she was taking my picture I could have smiled or said cheese, or something like that. The only reason I can deduce as to why she had taken my pic is she is doing it for one of those websites where they show pics of fat, ugly people like me and allow visitors to laugh, poke and prod at us like we are monkeys in the zoo. Oh well. LOL! I have all kinds of my own pics on the internet. If this chick likes going around and collecting pics of ugly people, I don't mind contributing. I would just have felt better if I'd had a chance to smile or fix myself up for the pic, instead of looking like I had been standing on my feet all morning, trying to flag strangers down at Walmart to talk to them about Straight Talk or their brand of Smartphones. Instead, my face had an expression like "WTF?!?!" hehe!

Its amazing how many people I told this to, and said they would have beat the shit out of that bitch. Even my friend who was back at the Walmart waiting for me said that. That was their words, not mine! LOL! But that is undoubtedly why this young woman did not tell me she was taking my pic. She was afraid I'd beat her up or something. She just snapped the picture and didn't say a word at all. In fact, I did not detect any emotion at all in her face. But I take it she was just being very secretive about what she was doing. But according to the law, it is not illegal to take someone's picture in a public place. Even if it is against their will. If I didn't already have so many pics and videos up on the internet of myself, I would have lost my temper. But ugly as I am, I am obviously not ashamed to show myself to the world. I thought long and hard about doing that LONG before I ever put up any pics of myself on the internet. I knew there would be people poking fun at me and saying all kinds of nasty things, but then I said what the hell?! People do that kind of stuff all the time, and most of the time, chances are very good I'll never meet any of those people. I'll most likely never see that young woman again, ever. So really, nothing she or any of her viewers can ever say would hurt me or bother me. Just a bit of FYI there to those that have ever had this happen.

I am not that easily offended anyway. I used to be when I was younger, but at my current age I think "Oh well. What someone else thinks of me is really none of my concern." That's why I say only friends and family can hurt me. No one else. Friends and family I know I will see again, and family is supposed to support one another. Which reminds me, I may be about to disown my father. He told my sis something that Kathy said to him, and I thought it was very offensive. Kathy is his wife, my stepmom. I was just telling ma and John the other day how nice of a person Kathy is, and now to hear she is saying shit about me when I am not around. It's all about that weekend I spent at dad's place. Well! The first thing he did when I got there was blow his nose on the kitchen hand towel, and I don't tolerate that from no one! I should have up and left right then! Bathroom hand towels are one thing (as long as it's his own bathroom and I don't have to use it), but kitchen hand towels, where food is prepared, I draw the line at that! I mentioned this to ma, and she said he's always done that! I was like "Gross!!! And I grew up with him doing that???" No wonder I was always sick! I always had colds, sore and strep throats growing up. Now I know why! Well Kathy said that if dad ever invites me to stay the night at their place again, she was going to divorce him. Now, my father has a tendency to exaggerate, but I need to confront Kathy with this. Because whatever happened that weekend is none of her business. It's just between me and my father. And my dumb sister was taking Kathy's side in this! That's a pretty horrible ultimatum for Kathy to make considering she only heard one side of the story. Like I said, my father exaggerates. He probably blew everything up all out of proportion. I tried to get along with him while I was there. And he admitted himself that he acted like a pig and apologized for it. I forgave him too, and I never brought it up again.

Maybe I am old fashioned, but once you apologize to someone, and the other person forgives you, you're supposed to never do that thing again you apologized for. That's what I always do. Once someone apologizes, and they are sincere, I forgive them, make up with them, and I never bring it up again. But my father is not like that. He carries a grudge, and carries it, and carries it, and carries it. This will be stuck in his craw until the day he dies I'll bet ya! He brings it up all the time, I don't. I was willing to forgive and forget. Even though my father is a slob, I was willing to just let it all go and maybe start all over again. My ma said he's always resented me, even before I was born he resented me for some reason. I did notice that when we were kids, my father was much more stand-offish with me than he was with my sis. He was also a lot less forgiving with me than he was with my sis. Maybe that is why I am the way I am now. I see men on first sight and I don't trust them. It takes me a long time to trust men, much longer than it takes me to trust women. But after this last weekend's experience, I think I'd better rethink that again. Seems women cannot be trusted any more than men.

Well, I mentioned to ma that if my father chooses Kathy over me, he's going to lose me. I'll not consider him my father anymore. He'll just be a stranger to me. I mean that too. I will hope that Anna respects this too. I need to confront Kathy with this though. I must know. Knowing how much my father exaggerates, Kathy may not have said that. Or she may have said it in a heated moment or something. I need to find out. If that actually turns out to be true, I'll turn to my father and say "OK father. Now you have a choice. You can either accept me and tell Kathy to screw herself, or you can support Kathy's decision and I'll divorce you as my father." And I will too!

I admit it, I am a germaphobe! There are some things I don't take to very well. I like my kitchen to be spotless, and I don't like inner-body secretions that come from unclean areas in certain places in my kitchen. I draw the line at nose and eye snot, urine and shit. I don't want those in my kitchen. I feel if a person is going to blow their nose in the kitchen, DO NOT do it on the hand towels where other people wipe their hands!!! No one wants another person's snot on their hands!! Use a paper towel or a kleenex. That's what they are made for. I thought that was rude and crude of my father to do that while I was preparing food in the kitchen. I expect other people I visit to be the same way I am. I also admit I can never live with a stranger. I tried with Patti. Well, in all fairness, Patti was a lunatic, and she told a lot of lies to get me in there so she would not have to pay the entire cost of the rent. She probably even lied to her brother to get me out of there. She probably pushed him to make the decision to get me out of there. I do not believe for one second that she even tried to make that work out. In all honesty, I think Patti was having withdrawl symptoms related to drug and alcohol abuse. That's why the last 2 days I was there, she was so nasty. She told me she does not drink much. I think she drank far more than she led on. She looked like a morphine addict. I remember her eyes were always so wide and even in the dark, her pupils were very dialated. She probably did that too, and was afraid to do it while I was there knowing I do not drink or do drugs, and if I found out she did them, I'd report her to the police and her workplace. That is why she wanted me out of there and was so hateful the last 2 days.

Oh and to the dirty dozen mob, if you want to report this post to Patti, go for it! :) You know you want to. Without posting private info about her on here, which would get me in trouble, I'll post her ad, and you can e-mail it to her if you want. Be my guest! The ad is still up on Craigslist. Knowing the dirty dozen the way I do, they would never pass up a chance like this. But I don't mind, I want Patti to know I am on to her. Better yet, e-mail the "4-days From Hell" post to her. http://olympic.craigslist.org/roo/3272640600.html

Jared Milton

I was watching some of this kid's videos last night, he's the one who first came out with the idea of starting some kind of war against people who hate Justin Beiber. He tries to sound all intimidating in his videos, but he comes off as simply disgusting! I watch him talk and he is so annoying in every way! He reminds me a lot of Kim Hedges back at that apartment in Bozeman; he's dumb as dirt, crosseyed, ugly as shit, wants people to think he's perfect, and pretends not to be bothered by what others think of him. He's just like Kim in every way! LOL! I wouldn't be surprised if those two are in some way related, they are so much alike! They both probably like the same music. I know that kid's real name is not Jared Milton. He admitted in one of his videos that the name is made up. Unlike Kim though, in some ways, he sounds like a well-educated teenager. He uses words that you don't usually hear come from someone who is 14 years old, and he uses them well. But I say he is dumb as dirt because he made videos that has gotten him in a lot of trouble worldwide and he does not believe he did anything wrong.

Here is his first video, where he declares war against people who hate Justin Beiber.



This was the video that got him in so much trouble. Especially with Anonymous. Anonymous prides it's self in hassling children who make videos, especially when the videos contain death threats. That's what this Jared Milton does in this video. He's always saying how his parents can hack everyone, and he has permission from the CIA and FBI to hack people and post their private information on some website that he bought. And later he says how 30 minutes after putting up that site, Anonymous hacked it. Well, I don't blame Anonymous! This dumb kid had no right to threaten anyone! And for what reason? Because we hate Justin Boober? This kid thinks he's doing Justin Beiber some kind of favor by posting up these videos, when really, I'm sure Justin Beiber would be pissed at him, because he is making not only Justin Beiber fans look bad, but also Justin Beiber himself!

I know if I were Justin Beiber, I would not want to know this kid is representing my fans. Anyway, here is where Jared Milton starts to sound like Kim from Bozeman:



I think this is the video he is referring to. I always burst out laughing every time he says "You're not getting to me" or "You can't hurt me!" and then turns around and reads his comments while sobbing and crying. It's very clear that the comments are getting to him.



Here he sounds like Kim again:



Here, Anonymous decided to have some fun with him:



Now, if there is one group on the internet you don't want to piss off, it's Anonymous. Even I try to stay away from them, and I'm pretty bold. When I left Bozeman, I walked through a room full of people who wanted to kill me, and didn't give a shit. I just carried on like nothing was wrong. I'm usually pretty brave! Like a wolverine. But when it comes to Anonymous, I back off. They're like a pack of wolves, they work as one. And they can hack anything. I once even heard about how they hacked the sprinkler system of a business that pissed them off. That's one of the main reasons why I never post threats on the internet. Besides the fact that I just don't like to threaten people. But I would rather have a gang of angry vegan fanatics come at me with pitchforks and torches than to have Anonymous after me! I would rather be forced into a room, tied to a couch with no Timmy pics, and have Andy DiSanti with his stinking body odor sit next to me, and pictures of Kim Hedges naked all over the walls for 90 days than to have Anonymous discover me. I would rather have a chihuahua that looks like the Taco Bell dog than to have Anonymous after me. LOL! That is how nervous they make me. I have a friend that showed me a picture of her daughter holding an Anonymous mask, and even that made me nervous! I don't even know for sure if her daughter is a member of Anonymous. Just looking at the mask made me nervous, and I thought "I'd better not piss off this friend!" LOL! Not that I ever would, she's such a nice person anyway.

Seriously though, if these dumb teenagers are going to try something like this, then have the balls to stand up and say "OK, I was wrong. But I am not perfect!" instead of trying to say you are perfect. That's what makes me laugh is these teenagers saying shit like this guy (and Jessi Slaughter) and getting maximum trolling, then coming off trying to make us think we're jealous because they are 'perfect' or rich or something like that. It only makes them look dumb. I am not rich, and don't pretend to be. I know damn well I am not perfect, so I never try to convince people I am. I have made some accomplishments that I am proud of, and I do boast from time to time. But I get trolled all the time. And believe me when I say it does not faze me. You will NEVER see me crying in a video over something someone on the internet has said to me or about me. The only people that can hurt me like that are my friends and family. That's the way it is when you reach my age. I don't take kindly to threats though. I don't mind name-calling, but I am very wary of threats. Even if the threat is mild. Like the guy who said its time to get my "mentally retarded" sister out of Montana, and then added "It's going to happen." I took that last sentence as a threat. It may be a mild threat, but it is still a threat. The "mentally retarded" part does not bother me though. My sis is going to the university, which is probably a lot more than this person who made the threat can ever say about himself. Not saying he's maybe jealous, but if you are going to call someone else 'mentally retarded', you'd better make absolutely certain your own backyard is clean!

The Bad Seed

Well, I am a little bit upset, but not entirely. It's a good thing I did not count too heavily on this lead! Before I left Bozeman, my partner and I were assigned a calling job with a company in Texas. My job was as the secretary and my partner's job was as a head of a call center. Well, the hiring manager was a man who called himself Lake Davis. I spoke to him on Skype a couple times at the request of my partner, since that is part of my job. When I signed on to my partner's Skype account and saw Lake's profile, I thought it was kindof odd! The very first thing I noticed is that his profile picture is of an anime character. You all know how I feel about anime! I hate it! I cannot even half watch those cartoons because I hate the motion. The characters are simply ugly too. I thought it was odd that Lake's profile pic was of an anime cartoon character, but I didn't want to think the worst. Even though deep down inside, I did think the worst. Some of the worst people I've ever seen online are anime fanatics. They always have some anime cartoon character as their avatar or profile picture. But as a professional in online freelancing, I am not allowed to judge anyone based on their interests if they are offering us a job. So I set my fears aside and just continued on with the set up. I believe though that I did mention something similar to my partner. But we brushed it off because I wanted to give Lake Davis a chance.

I was supposed to get money each month from my partner. But the first month after hiring ended, and I hadn't received anything. Then the next month came and went, no paycheck. So I finally decided to contact my partner. He said he has never received anything either from Lake. And then he showed me this website. Seems little mister Lake Davis is a fraud! Check it out! http://scamalert.activaworld.com/?p=6 He has scammed not only me and my partner, but many other individuals as well. He sounded so nice to talk to, but behind his kind words and gentle voice, is an evil heart! In a way, I was kindof counting on the money we were supposed to get from him to help me in my month-to-month expenses. But also in a way, I did not count too heavily on this lead either. Simply because he is an anime freak. I don't really trust them! I've seen several of them throughout the internet, on several message boards, chatrooms, and on YouTube, and usually they are bad news. I've never had anyone, who has an anime profile pic, say anything nice or positive in any of my videos or anywhere. Usually if I see they have a profile pic made up of some anime cartoon character, I don't generally even read their comment, because I know it's not going to be a friendly one.

That's what anime seems to be doing to today's kids' minds. Kids are becoming disrespectful and conventionally nasty people. Not too long ago, I saw an article in a blog someone posted, referring back to my blog here, and a post I wrote about today's kids and anime cartoons, and the bad influence I feel anime is having on today's kids. They compared american kids watching anime and japanese kids watching anime. Anime does not seem to have the same effect on japanese kids as it does on american kids. Well, having lived in a predominantly japanese household, I can tell you that japanese kids don't watch as much television as american kids. The japanese go to school for 10 hours a day, including Saturdays. So they don't have as much time to devote to watching anime cartoons as american kids do. But go to the darker side of Japan, and watch children there who may have spent more hours watching anime cartoons, and you might see that they are just like american children are. Even like some young american adults.