Sunday, 23 May 2010

Saturday, 08 May 2010

Sunday, 02 May 2010

  • Hard Times



    Last week the bank foreclosed on my neighbor's home.  She is a single mother of four children under the age of 8. Her husband left her for another woman less than a year ago and they ended up getting a divorce. He wouldn't help her keep up the payments to keep the house and so the bank foreclosed.  She says she has nowhere to go and has received vouchers to stay at a local motel with her children until she can find some more permanent housing. By outside appearances, a sign of the times. A hard luck story suitable to rally behind.
    I wanted to feel sorry for her. Sometimes, I wanted to offer my help.

    But I hesitated....
    After her husband moved out, she moved Boyfriend in.  She never tried to find a job and by his own admission, Boyfriend did not have a job either. They moved their friends in, bringing with them some menacing, aggressive pitbulls.  She claims she was renting rooms out but it was pretty obvious none of them worked. Gone were the family parties that celebrated her kid's birthdays. In its place were random groups of questionable people drinking and smoking, cigarettes and pot, on the front lawn at any time of the day, Sunday-Saturday. It was hard to tell who lived there and who didn't. The trash company came and picked up her trash cans- stacks of black garbage bags began to pile up in her backyard. Roaches began to show up in our backyard. A few days before she was evicted, we began to hear hammering and sawing late into the night. Turns out, they were cutting things out of the house to take with them- doors, window, piping, etc. Then they trashed the house- spray painting, breaking beer bottles, and scattering trash all over the property.  Over the wall, I could hear Boyfriend encouraging her children to join in.
    Am I sorry about her situation? Maybe. But not really.  I'm sure for every 1 of my neighbor,  you know 4-5 people who did try everything in their power to keep from losing their home. But in this case, my neighbor got what she deserved.
    Good riddance.

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

  • Where ya goin' little spider?



     I am terrified of spiders. If a genie ever granted me three wishes, the eradication of spiders would be one of them- ecosystem/balance of nature/circle of life be damned.
    That light tickle on my neck last night? Not a hair but actually a good sized spider. In the ensuing chaos, once I realized what it was, it actually tried to crawl up my nose.
    This tops my previous experience of waking up to feeling something crawling across my face. I tried to swat it off and only succeeded in smearing it across my cheek.  A quick look in the mirror revealed a partially smashed spider butt, guts, and legs stuck to my face. Although this may sound bad, the idea of a live spider roaming my sinus cavities trumps a dead spider by a long shot.
    I hate spiders.

Monday, 26 April 2010

  • Searching for my locker, with no pants


    From drugs.com:

    Metoprolol

    Generic Name: metoprolol (me TOE pro lol)
    Brand Names: Lopressor, Toprol-XL

    Metoprolol is in a group of drugs called beta-blockers. Beta-blockers affect the heart and circulation (blood flow through arteries and veins).Other uses for this medicine: Metoprolol is also used sometimes to prevent migraine headaches and to treat irregular heartbeat 

    and now for the fun part:

    Transient side  effects include dizziness, lightheadedness, drowsiness, tiredness, diarrhea, unusual dreams, ataxia, trouble sleeping, depression, and vision problems.

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    I've been having a LOT of these"unusual dreams" lately since being on this medication. Mostly, I would just call them straight out nightmares. These nightmares usually only have one theme, but as they've been more intense lately they've had any number of a combination of the following:
    (it should be noted that I graduated from high school nearly 20 years ago)

    1. I can't remember my locker combination.
    2. I can't find my locker
    3. I forgot to do a big project/report for school
    4. I forgot to do my homework
    5. I can't remember what my schedule is (ie 1st period, 2nd period, etc)
    6. I remember my schedule but I don't remember what classroom they're in and it's already 3rd period
    7. I am at school and realize I am wearing no pants
    8. I am at school and I am wearing no pants or underwear

    I guess I should be thankful though. Occasionally I get the ones where someone I love dies. I'll take the pant-less, locker nightmares any day over those.