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Saturday, September 26th, 2009
10:13 pm
So I just had to have a fence
Got tired of an ex-boyfriend turned stalker and my neighbor next door watching me swim in my not bikini  so I wanted a privacy fence.  I am putting it up with a friend and now I am on my 3 week of it. I am tired and it seems to be taking forever. Hope to have the rest of it up tomorrow. Knowing my luck it will take another week to get it done. By the time I get it put up I will need to cover the pool.Oh well I will have it up and no more nosy neighbor when I have a cook out.
Monday, September 21st, 2009
11:43 pm
I hate old fuse boxes
Ok so there is a blown fuse for the wash room which means I can't run the dryer. The fuse box is in Brooke's room and she is trying to sleep so can't fix that right now. Why does she only wash the things she will be wearing the next day for school instead of doing a full load? Not a good day today at all.
Tuesday, September 15th, 2009
7:16 pm
Sorry has been so long to write in here
Well it will be 2 years September 21st 2009, actually it was the 20th 11:15PM but the doctor couldn't get there to actually pronounce him until after midnight.. I don't think I will ever forget that day. I arrived at the hospital that morning to find out that he got saved and his mother was having someone anoint his head. I could not believe that Ponyboy would turn to god after 28 years as an atheist. He always said he would believe in Jesus Christ when he could shake his hand. I can only guess that there was some serious hand shaking going on somewhere.

After having a strange dream in April I went to church on Easter April 12 2009 and have been going every Sunday since. I followed Ponyboy and got saved and baptisted. and the water didn't even boil.  Ponyboy left me with a wild, spoiled daughter, so have been busy trying to get her raised.
Friday, April 3rd, 2009
11:17 pm
Where did my life go
Doing a search under the elusive name of Tanzabelle brings me to this journal started so many years ago. So many years ago when l thought life was complicated. Looking back I can now see how blessed I really was. I am thankful it didn't take the loss to see what I had in life. I figured it out and then once I saw what I had, I lost it. Dead is never an easy thing, but the death of a mate is the worst thing I have had to endure in my lifetime. I am amazed I could remember some old password from years ago.
Sunday, February 9th, 2003
1:07 pm
Very Corruptible
I attended the masque last night. I was supposed to host last night as well. I didn't make it. The masque went later than I thought. There would not have been very many patrons in the tavern, as all seemed to be at the masque. Hosting is to enhance the members online experience, so in essence that is what I was doing. Watching a room with 36 people can take its toll on the eyes. Other than the scroll (which reminded me of my days in the RDI) I had a good time. I went in with my regular name, so everyone OOC would know who I was. I had thought of getting one of those masked names but decided not to. The storyline I am playing requires people to play along with the illusion being created. To be honest I am a little anal when it comes to not walking within the lines of the role-playing illusion, and with my new forced attitude on life I am now compelled by outside forces to voice that. I didn't even try to guess most of the people who where in there all masked up. I just sat down at my computer and had a good time for a change.

I haven't had a major attack in four weeks, my last payday was for a full two weeks. A full payday is something I haven't seen in over a year. I did a little more study on IBS and found out that some people take a certain medicine as a prevention, so the next time I felt an attack coming on I popped the pill and "vala" no attack. It would be five weeks but I forgot the medicine when I went to work. I had to come back home to live with pain all day. The pain is almost unbearable, It feels like someone is doing an Indian burn on my insides. Very hard to do much with that going on.

The bird is doing great. I got her to eat a few pellets. I can now rest easy knowing she is getting some nutrition and not just all fat from the seeds. It seems an all seed diet isn't good for them. She has adopted the family so well, I had to put a hook in the living room for her cage. She squawks when not around the humans. So now I have millet seed all over my keyboard. She is an enjoyment to watch, I think she is trying to mate with Pony. She sure fluffs her feathers and sings the sweetest songs around him.

I have lots of baby fish now. The mickey mouse platy and maybe a swordfish had babies. It is too hard to tell right now as the swords look a little like platys when they are babies. I know the platy is the momma of a few as I can see the ears on them. My silver molly is quite a prolific breeder and has had like fifty babies so far. Some I had to let the other fish eat as there is no place for them. The dalmatian molly had about seven babies while I was at work. I need to tell Sith that he can't really eat these fish, they are too small and might be poison puffer fish. He wont know the difference he is from Jersey. Now I have to run to the pet store for more pet food now that I got my zoo in full swing.

Current Mood: chipper
Friday, January 17th, 2003
10:43 pm
Another birdy trick
Pony and S2 got my birdy to fly to each other with a few clicks of the tongue. Kikers is doing so well and getting used to the family. My fish had more babies today. I am up to my ears in fish as it is. I will just leave these in the big tank. The little tank can't hold any more.
Monday, January 13th, 2003
4:05 pm
Eating out of my hand
Pony got my cockatiel to eat out of the hand. I spent at least an hour yesterday playing with Kikers and the new trick. Now if I can only get Pony to do this trick. ::grins::
Tuesday, January 7th, 2003
10:37 pm
A new pet
I got a cockatiel on Saturday, I got it from my friend at work, her birds had babies. I have wanted a cockatiel for the longest time. We have cats and was afraid of what might happen. Someone who raises birds told me if it is in the cage it should be fine. Don't know if my bird is a boy or girl yet, so I had to find a name that would be suitable for both. I call it Kikers. Brought it home and put it in my bedroom. Pony stuck his hand in the cage and it bite him. I was laughing cause it still is young and doesn't bite hard. Pony sure jerked his hand back like it did though. The bird and Pony got settled in and I think they like each other now.

My tummy is hurting tonight, it has been 8 days since I had my last attack. I thought I would be free of it as that is the longest it has gone.

A fellow that sits next to me at work tells me that I don't have an outlet for my anger. I have so much anger built up in me he can feel it. Turns out he is a counselor and right. He suggested I write a journal and release some of my emotions into the writing. Problem with that is Pony doesn't like to hear those kinds of things so I can't use my LJ. I have been trying for months to deal with this even before my coworker said anything. Guess I could take anger management classes. ::shrugs::

Current Mood: chipper
Thursday, December 26th, 2002
10:20 pm
Pony's present
Guess what I got Pony for Christmas? ::grins::

Current Mood: tired
Wednesday, December 25th, 2002
10:51 pm
oh oh oh
Christmas this year was an experience to say the least. I was 2 and a half hours late for work on Christmas Eve. It had snowed 2 more inches on top of the 6 inches we had gotten the day before. My ice scraper went missing so it took me over 45 minutes to clear the snow off my car. The doors had frozen shut it took me 20 minutes to get one open. It took me, I don't know how long to get it out of the driveway. The ride to work was almost an hour where it normally takes 20 minutes. We have a "White Christmas" this year.

On the pretense of teaching S2 to drive on the snow my brother-in-law came by. He really wanted a place to get drunk and didn't want to be alone. He woke me up early this morning looking for his booze. My stomach started acting up on me and I couldn't get back to sleep. Cutting to the chase, he was looking for a fight and we got into it. I have one of those slow simmering tempers and when it does roll to a boil it comes at you like a wild woman with fists, teeth, sticks and the kitchen sink. It was a full jader. Pony had to pull us apart.

Tonight was Pony's family party. Every year his Dad and Step Mom come up with some neat way to give away the cash. They had naughty or nice envelopes. You draw an envelope, the naughty ones got the least cash, the nice ones get the most with a max of $50. Pony got the nice, nice envelope. I got the naughtiest envelope with the least cash. In order to get more we had to do some sort of entertainment to appease Santa and Mrs. Claus. I took the second lowest naughty envelope holder to join me in a skit. We did one of those, I use my arms, sing the song, and he moves his lips type skits. It was very funny and got a round of laughs and applause. I got my Christmas cash and they all got a laugh.

Merry Christmas

Current Mood: accomplished
Friday, December 20th, 2002
10:24 am
And what wings would a white kitty wear?




I was really surprised at this one. ::grins::
10:12 am
Awww
IAmAWhiteKitten
What color of kitten would you be?

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The one quiz that interested me enough to take and post. When I am ask the question of what animal I would be if I could be any animal, I always stammer cause there is something special in all the animals that I would like to be. Making up my mind to choose just one takes a little while.
12:57 am
The adventures of Leo
I went to my sisters on Monday and dropped off the last of the funds I had for her. She informed the lady from Social Security that she could work and now they have taken her off disability. I found her animals in a little bad shape. She had picked up two more dogs. She can't properly feed the lot she had much less two more. One of the dogs looked like he would be cute if cleaned up. The dog looked to be a mix between a Poodle, Chihuahua and Yorkie. He was maybe three years old if that. My sister had named him Leo. She had him tied to the porch. Like the puppy (Wookie) she gave Bookie, this one too had been shot with a pellet gun. The pellets are still in both of the dogs. My vet refused to remove the one from Wookie, said it wasn't hurting the dog and would remove it if and when it did. I took the dog with me and told her I would clean him up and try to give him away. He was already neutered. She was bitching about how they took too much out. She refuses to spay or neuter any of her animals. I looked him over and found she had no grounds for complaints, it was done the way it should have been done.

If my vet will fix any of my animals, they are fixed. When I was very young I had gone to the dog pound on D day and walked in on the animal control officers putting some dogs to sleep. Nightmarish sight for a young girl. I even wrote a letter to the President of the United States and got back a letter explaining why they had to put the animals to sleep. I have adopted the spay and neuter rule ever since.

Back to the dog. I stopped by the pet store to pick up some stuff to clean Leo up. The pet store allows animals on a leash to come in the store. I took the dog into the store with me and had him given away before I left the store. I gave the lady my phone number just in case it didn't work out. She called me later that night and returned him. Leo was so skinny he could slip through the fence and did so today. My neighbor Richard, brought him by. I explained the situation to him. He said he might like to have him if his dog got along with him. I was heading out to work and told him if it didn't work out to give the dog to S2 who would be out of school in 30 minutes. When I got in from work Pony told me Richard took the dog. I was pleased, the dog will have a good home. Bookie is upset with me for giving the dog away, and I had told her from the start the dog was going to be given away.

I missed Bookie's Winter Program tonight. She had a staring role in the play. I had to work and I was counting on Pony taping it. Well, Pony didn't have any tapes for his camera. I was pissed when I found out and still am a little miffed. Pony get some _______ tapes for the important things!

On an upside, today I got a Christmas card from a high school friend I haven't talked to in a long time. I had thought she didn't want to be friends anymore as she hadn't returned any of my calls. She wrote in the card to call her. I called and had a good long chat. We are going to try and spend some time with each other after the holidays.

Current Mood: pissed off
Friday, December 13th, 2002
7:33 pm
Fish Babies
My fish had babies. Am I considered a grandmother now? I count twelve so far and the count continues. I took three out and can't catch the others without putting them in danger.

Current Mood: cheerful
Monday, December 9th, 2002
11:17 pm
A matter of time
I knew it was only a matter of time before InfamousPonyboy put smack in his live journal. Every time he drives my car he puts the radio station on to that obnoxious station. Sheeze Pony, it is only 20 feet and 3 minutes to move the car out of the driveway, have some restraint. He loves smack and will take every chance he can to dish it out. He used to love to slam me on my team the Miami Dolphins. I broke him of that habit real quick. I found out if I yawned every time he started in, he would soon give up. Every once in a while he still tries to rib me about the team, but when he finds out he isn't getting anywhere he stops. Now I love to rib him about the Dallas Cowboys. I can always get a response out of him by saying something negative about his precious Cowboys. He has found a few buddies in this smack feast of his. Now lets take a certain Goat Moron, he decides he will rib someone he doesn't know about her Dolphins and gloat about his Goats. Mr. Goat doesn't know this certain Dolphin fan just happens to be heavily warded. Magic, taking the path of least resistance as well as having a sense of humor, works a little spell on the Goat Moron's team. So this year instead of pouring champagne in the locker room they are hiding their heads in the beer barrels. If the Dolphins can't have it give it to the Broncos. To the couch with you and Pony. ::raspberry::

Current Mood: optimistic
Thursday, December 5th, 2002
11:19 pm
Sometimes it works that way
Heidi, my friend at work was diagnosed with pancreas cancer. She informed me of this last Friday. She was supposed to have an appointment on Monday but her Doctor had neglected something. When she got to calling around they set her up with the specialist on Tuesday. She thought they were going to tell her how long she had to live. They told her she doesn't have cancer. She has a blockage and needs to have an operation to remove the blockage and possible part of her pancreas. Thanks to all the people I ask for prays. Now to get her though the operation. She will be out of work for six weeks. I should flog her Doctor for telling her she positively has cancer and not that she might have cancer. ::does the cheer dance::

Current Mood: amazed
9:48 am
The snow blahs
We got some snow yesterday. I hate driving in snow.

I was teaching Bookie to crochet yesterday. I was the same age when I first learned how. It made me happy to see her all excited when she made her first chain. She used it as a hair ribbon.

I have been thinking about going off my medicine. It doesn't seem to be working. It might be the cause of my problems with my stomach.

I found out why a friend didn't make another appointment for counseling. They think they are doing better and handling the problem by themselves. How do I tell them one counseling session isn't going to take care of the problem that caused them to go there to begin with? They still need to take care of the problem that sent them there. Placing the problem in the back of their mind isn't going to make it go away. They don't take to kindly to unsolicited advice. I will just have to wait until they come to me for advice again. I just hope it isn't to late.

I am off to driving in the snow. ::groans::

Current Mood: perplexed
Monday, December 2nd, 2002
1:02 am
Grrrrr
I drive really fast, it has been described akin to "like a bat out of hell." I hate it when people drive slow in the fast lane. I hate it even more when I get behind people talking on their cell phone while driving.

A few months back I was taking S2 to work and got behind a person driving slow. I just kept bitching away about the slow driver. Commented to S2 he was either drunk, elderly, or talking on his cell phone. Those are the only people who drive 10 freakin' miles under the speed limit. I went into lecture mode about what talking on the cell phone does to a person's driving. When we finally passed him, I ask S2 to see which category he fit into. Told S2 he couldn't be drunk as he wasn't weaving. So that left the other two. He was talking on his cell phone. A little later up the road another slow driver, this one was elderly. It has become a game with me and S2 to guess which kind of slow driver they are. One day we got behind a girl in a junk car and when we passed her S2 noted that she wasn't drunk, elderly, or talking on a cell phone. Doh, S2 she has a piece of shit car that can't go the speed limit. I had forgotten about that category.

Well, it seems I just encountered the worst of nightmares. You guessed it. Was driving tonight and this person had all 4 disabilities. A drunk, in his upper 80s, talking on his cell phone and driving a piece of shit car. Yes, the Po Po stopped this one. What would the moral of this story be?

If you drink, don't talk to your grandkids on the cell phone, while driving your piece of shit car?

Current Mood: annoyed
Thursday, November 28th, 2002
1:41 pm
Someone else who is glad its turkey day
Cida is really glad it is turkey day and not pig day. Pigs are the third smartest animal on the planet. My potbelly pig loves to do tricks. She is a watch pig, barks like a dog too. Don't go into her back yard she might bite. She was raised with Metwisto my black mut dog. I think Metty is part Dachshund.

Happy Not Pig Day.






Current Mood: pleased
Tuesday, November 26th, 2002
10:37 pm
It takes two
I had to go to the doctor's office today. It was time to renew my leave of absence at work. I do this so when my IBS flares up I wont lose my job. I still have to clear the leave at work. Someone said something today that reminded me of an anecdote about a member of my family. I have a million of these anecdotes running around.

We lived on a dead-end street and they put an expressway, up the hill and at the end of the dead-end. You could hear the cars whizzing by all the time. We used to play there before they built it, while they were building it, and after they got it built. We would play on the hill and in the woods at the end of the block. In the fall and early spring we played forts. There were lots and lots of dry tall grasses to build our forts out of. It was better after the first freeze. You could hide your fort from the others and have mini wars. It was a lot of fun.

It was fall, right before Thanksgiving, my Uncle Doug had come to visit. My Uncle Doug, he only had one eye. When he was a boy of three years old his older brother was playing with a leather punch and got him right in the eye with it. If they hadn't consulted a quack, who told them to put some kind of salve in his eye, it would have healed up fine. They put the salve in his eye and it caused him to go blind. He had one blue eye and one brown eye. The brown eye was his good eye. The blue one looked half shut all the time. Now to describe Uncle Doug's personality I will use two words, lecherous cad. He lost all his teeth before he was twenty-four and would hang his tongue out at almost any girl. He had this trick where he would stick out his tongue and lick the tip of his nose, he could even lick inside his nose. He said the girls loved it, it just made me sick.

We had been playing on the mounds of dirt, they were using to build the expressway, when we found this book. It seems one of the construction workers had left it. We took it to our forts and pretended it was a top secret report. It had these neat glasses with one red and one blue lens. When we were called back to the house we took the book with us. It was a 3D pornographic magazine with a picture of Long Dong Silver. We were putting the glasses on and laughing. This black fellow had the longest pecker I have ever seen. It had some pictures of him and some girl getting it on.

My uncle tried for over an hour to get the book from us. He wanted to look at it and was afraid we would tear it up. Finally he talked us into showing him the book, we didn't give him the glasses. It was so funny, he was looking and that tongue of his was working over time. When it came to the featured article (for lack of a better word) he was cussing. He couldn't see it. We showed him the glasses and would sell both of them to him for five bucks. He took us up on the offer and he had the glasses and book now. One problem with the 3D glasses you really need two eyes to see anything with them. It was so funny watching him try to maneuver the glasses so he could see this Long Dong Silver. He twisted those glasses nine different ways.
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