December 19, 2009
December 12, 2009
December 5, 2009
October 31, 2009
October 24, 2009
October 17, 2009
October 10, 2009
October 3, 2009
June 4, 2009
Now, Dara has been playing this game for about a year, and some of that time she was in Ghana and unable to play often. So she amassed a lot of money. I, on the other hand, moved up quickly and did not really know I needed to take it easy until it was too late.
And so, I had little resources and little funds, and then, some stupid player started attacking me. A lot. I wanted to put him on the hitlist, but I couldn't afford it. But Dara is in my mob, and I figured, that's what a mob is for, right? To help each other out when you need it.
So now, Dara and I have a little agreement. If someone bothers me, I send her the name, and she puts them on the hitlist (which means some player will "kill" you). I think we may be the only mobsters in the game who have figured out this sweet deal, because it often takes the attacker/dead player a little while to put two and two together.
I love that I have a friend who is willing to put out hits just for little ol' me!
May 27, 2009
Here's Caleb, Kayla and Will looking for the tiger.
This little guy got a hold of a raspberry, and then he sat very still for photos. Notice the pink lips!
We had a blast, the weather was perfect, and Caleb has some fun memories to take home with him!
May 23, 2009
May 18, 2009
I keep forgetting to post this--yay for remembering! Many of you know Vicky, my older sister. Vicky is mentally disabled, but that has never stopped her lovely personality from shinning through!
A week or so ago, as I was told, my sister's host mother was giving their dog a bath. Vicky walked past the bathroom and saw the dog in the tub. So she went to her room, pulled her cat, Corey, out from the cat bed, and proceeded to carry her to the bathroom. Before Linda could say anything, Vicky plopped Corey into the tub. The cat let her wash and rinse.
Apparently, Corey always wanted a bath, and Vicky was the only one who knew!
May 16, 2009
May 3, 2009
April 25, 2009
April 20, 2009
So I ended up waiting for over 20 minutes as the already slow and unmotivated cashier had to override price after endless price.
If they were getting rated on the things MY store is rated on, Walmart would be getting F's in all areas--and the customer, too.
April 18, 2009
April 11, 2009
April 4, 2009
March 30, 2009
I was house-sitting, and I did have to shovel out of the driveway (stupid incline). And since I was gone, and Nathan was gone, our driveway was empty for the storm. This is a bad thing. Some weird quirk of nature dictates that our driveway is the perfect spot for snow drifts. So despite the fact the rest of the year was BARE, we had two feet of snow across the top of the driveway.
Here's the view looking down the driveway:
Here's a cut section of where I started:
March 28, 2009
March 21, 2009
March 17, 2009
And I have a feeling that this tendency of mine is exactly what God is chipping away at these days.
And do you know how frightening it is to not have a backup plan? How it feels to put those fragile little eggs in one basket, one that looks like it's sitting in the middle of the freeway?
It's like mailing off your only copy of a manuscript. It's just not something you would do if you were smart.
But God doesn't always ask us to be smart. In fact, He tells us not to lean on our own understanding.
March 14, 2009
March 13, 2009
I got out the laptop and booted it up. Got my cup of Mt. Dew. Logged into the internet and WHAP, facebook has a new look--and it's ugly. Not only that, but they took anything I liked about the home page (the easy links to applications, poke notifications, the clean look) away. Then they replaced all the good stuff with crap--list on the left-hand side that do nothing (are are therefore useless, not to mention they clutter the page). They have a "highlights" section that is other stories from my friends (which I like), but there are ads mixed in, I can't tell it if I care about that story or not (as I could when it was in the feed), and it takes up an amazing amount of room--which bumps things I DO care about far down the page. The links to are just gone--replaced by those useless buttons on the left that don't actually TAKE you to the application.
Yes, I'm ranting. I need to get it out of my system. I'm once again confounded that a service took something that was working fine, looked great and served the purpose that I wanted (hence why I signed up), and they destroyed it. I don't understand why they do this. It makes no sense to me. None at all.
And now, the way I've been keeping in touch with old friends is a mess--and that makes me want to throw something.
(I did, by they way, provide facebook with feedback--all nice and put in a constructive way, etc. But I highly doubt they will do anything about it, hence why I have to rant here, where at least someone might listen and pat me on the head :) ).
March 12, 2009
I love it when they are wide at the bottom, and you can barely see my toes.
Those two just seemed to fit me!
March 7, 2009
March 4, 2009
This one was on the way home around noon. This is looking south on Academy Blvd.
This was taken around five in the evening, up on Hwy. 83. That bright spot above the peak was smoke created, and it had a lovely red side. The sun in a bit to the north (right, behind the street sign). It was strange to see two bright spots in the sky.
Here's a shot that got a little bit of the red color.
February 28, 2009
February 21, 2009
February 16, 2009
Since I only log in about once a month, I often forget my username. It used to be that you could have them email it to you. Now, every time I forget my username, I have to re-set up the account with a NEW username. I think I've gone through about five names (because, of course, you can't use one you've already used). And every time I have to come up with a new one, it's even more random, and I'm even less likely going to remember.
And then, there is the password ordeal. In order to protect my account, the ever-wise people have made passwords require things. You can't use a word found in the dictionary, you have to use numbers, but not numbers that might make sense, you can't use anything that might mean something to you, it has to have at least six digits/characters. The problem with all these things is that I can't remember these stupid passwords FOR THE LIFE OF ME. I hate it. And so, if by chance I DO remember my username for more than one month, there is no chance in h_ _ _ that I will remember the password.
It's stupid, really. But because of all the rules and safety features, I have to write my info down. So any person who had a clue could find my clues and log into my account. Where as, if I could use the name and password I want, I'd have no problem, and no one would ever be able guess it.
I'd like the charge the card company for all the time in my life they have wasted. Think it will fly?
February 14, 2009
February 10, 2009
February 7, 2009
February 1, 2009
January 31, 2009
January 24, 2009
January 23, 2009
It's like sending your first-born off to boarding school--it kills you to wave goodbye, let them get on that bus, and wait for school to get out.
I sent three poems to Poetry magazine, and a short-story to Glimmer Train.
And now, I'm sitting on pins and needles, waiting to hear back (which, with luck, will happen in 3-4 months).