HAPPY HOLIDAYS...
MERRY CHRISTMAS...
HAPPY SOLSTICE...
JOYFUL JESUS DAY...
Whatever you celebrate... make it a good one.
21 December 2007
Happy... to ya!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS...
MERRY CHRISTMAS...
HAPPY SOLSTICE...
JOYFUL JESUS DAY...
Whatever you celebrate... make it a good one.
14 December 2007
Stop me if I'm wrong...
Would this piss you off?
I'm at work. My husband calls, like he does at least four times every day when he's not mad at me. I pick up the phone. He asks if I'm busy. Well, I kinda am, but I tell him no. So he makes a request...
...he asks me if I will go online, because he's sent me an email to my Gmail account. Can I get the file he sent, which is a Christmas card in Russian, then convert it to HTML and send it back to him so he can post it to the comments section of the Russian Playboy Playmate on his MySpace friends list?
WTF???
I'm at work, first of all, and although I use my lunch break (and Friday afternoons, and days when it's slow, etc.) to make blog posts and occasionally pop onto MySpace to see if my old military friend has left me a message, I don't usually take requests. And I don't always have time to just jump online. (Obviously I do now, but this really pissed me off.)
Now, you must take into account the fact that I am really upset and bitter at this man every single day of my life, primarily because I have to drag my morning-sick, first-trimester-tired butt to work every morning while he snoozes away under warm covers, happy as a lark. Even more ingratiating is that he won't even LOOK for, let alone actually GET, a job, any type of gainful employment whatsoever, even though we are falling desperately behind in such key areas like power bills and gasoline and diapers. Oh, and food, let's not forget that one.
We are in terrible need of a second income. So he reminds me that I did say I was going to get a second job, whatever happened to that? We found out I was pregnant again, that's what!!! But hey, don't complain if I'm not willing to work those extra hours.
The fatigue I have with this, the sixth pregnancy, is worse than any I have experienced before. Probably because this is my SIXTH baby!! (Just guessing, here.) The morning sickness is low-grade nausea and food aversion that lasts from approximately three minutes after I wake up in the morning to three minutes after I fall asleep at night. That's just the physical aggravation...
Factor in that Christmas for my 4-year and 2-year was effectively canceled. Not one single gift under the tree. I am not exaggerating. I finally broke down and registered with a charity group, and luckily I got the kids adopted by a lady in the area, who went out and purchased Christmas gifts for them both. Still, I have to take half of my check this coming Friday and pay the midwife the downpayment for her services, which was unexpected (just lucky it's there) and will probably result in the heat and lights getting turned off. The entire next check has to go for rent. The half left over this next week will have to be saved towards rent (one whole check won't do it - I only get $600 every two weeks) and somehow in there I have to find money for food, gasoline and diapers.
It's not going to happen. It's just not there.
Meanwhile, he spends 6-8 hours a DAY online, mostly on MySpace. The rest of the time is looking for "sexy" pictures to put on his MySpace. And adult sites, let's not forget those. He spends more time on MySpace than the average lonely 17-year old. My computer has more porn-site viruses, adware and trojans on it than I ever thought possible.
While this is happening, there's his excuse for not working: the children. They are crammed into a 720-square foot one-bedroom apartment all day. Never get outside to play. PBS is on the television at least 12 hours straight. Their toys are locked in the closet (because HE doesn't want to pick them up). They read their books, sometimes color, run back and forth between the living room and the bedroom and cry a lot. They get 2, sometimes 3, peanut butter (no jelly) sandwiches a day (because it's quick, and he can get back online in a matter of moments) and endless cups of juice (to the point of giving them diarrhea). No milk, no hot meals, no playful interaction... that's it.
And he wants me to get a second job so he can continue this pattern. What happens when I give birth? Well, I don't know, if I don't get that second job, how are we supposed to save money for the four weeks I can't work? (Six weeks at my main job, but I won't be able to afford to take that long off altogether.) He's gotta be able to take care of all three kids, after all, and I'll have to bring home money for that to happen.
Dammit, now I've made HIM angry. I told him I wasn't wasting my lunch hour converting files so he could message the whores on MySpace that he's all hot and bothered over. He could figure out how to do it himself. So he got snippy and said "Sorry I bothered you." I hung up on him.
So tell me.... would it have pissed YOU off?
I'm at work. My husband calls, like he does at least four times every day when he's not mad at me. I pick up the phone. He asks if I'm busy. Well, I kinda am, but I tell him no. So he makes a request...
...he asks me if I will go online, because he's sent me an email to my Gmail account. Can I get the file he sent, which is a Christmas card in Russian, then convert it to HTML and send it back to him so he can post it to the comments section of the Russian Playboy Playmate on his MySpace friends list?
WTF???
I'm at work, first of all, and although I use my lunch break (and Friday afternoons, and days when it's slow, etc.) to make blog posts and occasionally pop onto MySpace to see if my old military friend has left me a message, I don't usually take requests. And I don't always have time to just jump online. (Obviously I do now, but this really pissed me off.)
Now, you must take into account the fact that I am really upset and bitter at this man every single day of my life, primarily because I have to drag my morning-sick, first-trimester-tired butt to work every morning while he snoozes away under warm covers, happy as a lark. Even more ingratiating is that he won't even LOOK for, let alone actually GET, a job, any type of gainful employment whatsoever, even though we are falling desperately behind in such key areas like power bills and gasoline and diapers. Oh, and food, let's not forget that one.
We are in terrible need of a second income. So he reminds me that I did say I was going to get a second job, whatever happened to that? We found out I was pregnant again, that's what!!! But hey, don't complain if I'm not willing to work those extra hours.
The fatigue I have with this, the sixth pregnancy, is worse than any I have experienced before. Probably because this is my SIXTH baby!! (Just guessing, here.) The morning sickness is low-grade nausea and food aversion that lasts from approximately three minutes after I wake up in the morning to three minutes after I fall asleep at night. That's just the physical aggravation...
Factor in that Christmas for my 4-year and 2-year was effectively canceled. Not one single gift under the tree. I am not exaggerating. I finally broke down and registered with a charity group, and luckily I got the kids adopted by a lady in the area, who went out and purchased Christmas gifts for them both. Still, I have to take half of my check this coming Friday and pay the midwife the downpayment for her services, which was unexpected (just lucky it's there) and will probably result in the heat and lights getting turned off. The entire next check has to go for rent. The half left over this next week will have to be saved towards rent (one whole check won't do it - I only get $600 every two weeks) and somehow in there I have to find money for food, gasoline and diapers.
It's not going to happen. It's just not there.
Meanwhile, he spends 6-8 hours a DAY online, mostly on MySpace. The rest of the time is looking for "sexy" pictures to put on his MySpace. And adult sites, let's not forget those. He spends more time on MySpace than the average lonely 17-year old. My computer has more porn-site viruses, adware and trojans on it than I ever thought possible.
While this is happening, there's his excuse for not working: the children. They are crammed into a 720-square foot one-bedroom apartment all day. Never get outside to play. PBS is on the television at least 12 hours straight. Their toys are locked in the closet (because HE doesn't want to pick them up). They read their books, sometimes color, run back and forth between the living room and the bedroom and cry a lot. They get 2, sometimes 3, peanut butter (no jelly) sandwiches a day (because it's quick, and he can get back online in a matter of moments) and endless cups of juice (to the point of giving them diarrhea). No milk, no hot meals, no playful interaction... that's it.
And he wants me to get a second job so he can continue this pattern. What happens when I give birth? Well, I don't know, if I don't get that second job, how are we supposed to save money for the four weeks I can't work? (Six weeks at my main job, but I won't be able to afford to take that long off altogether.) He's gotta be able to take care of all three kids, after all, and I'll have to bring home money for that to happen.
Dammit, now I've made HIM angry. I told him I wasn't wasting my lunch hour converting files so he could message the whores on MySpace that he's all hot and bothered over. He could figure out how to do it himself. So he got snippy and said "Sorry I bothered you." I hung up on him.
So tell me.... would it have pissed YOU off?
06 December 2007
I got this bridge in Arizona...
Some people will buy absolutely anything.
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A man was sentenced to more than four years in prison for bilking friends and family out of more than $800,000 by convincing them that his wife was a government agent who could arrange to have their medical problems diagnosed by satellite imaging.
Brent Eric Finley, 38, of Rayville, was sentenced in federal court in Monroe to serve 51 months in prison followed by three years of supervised release. His wife, Stacey Finley, was sentenced in August to spend 63 months in prison and both are ordered to jointly pay restitution in the amount of $873,786.94.
The Finleys pleaded guilty in August to wire fraud, according to court records.
U.S. Attorney Donald W. Washington said in a news release following Monday's sentencing of Brent Finley that the couple convinced numerous people that Stacey Finley was a CIA agent and with her contacts she could schedule a medical scan of the victims' bodies by satellite imaging that would detect any hidden medical problems.
The Finleys convinced their victims that, if any medical problems were found, secret agents would administer medicine to them as they slept in exchange for payment, according to a bill of information filed when the Finleys were charged in May.
"These audacious criminals should remind all of us that scam artists will go to great lengths to take our life's savings," Washington said.
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I'm not so sure I would call them audacious. They just happened to know some very stupid people. Stupid people who apparently had money to spare.
Wow. I wish I knew some stupid, wealthy people. I have some ocean-front property in Central Nevada, very nice view, lots of trees, cool breezes... and I could sign the deed over to ya for dirt-cheap, I swear I'll make you an unbelievable deal...
****
A man was sentenced to more than four years in prison for bilking friends and family out of more than $800,000 by convincing them that his wife was a government agent who could arrange to have their medical problems diagnosed by satellite imaging.
Brent Eric Finley, 38, of Rayville, was sentenced in federal court in Monroe to serve 51 months in prison followed by three years of supervised release. His wife, Stacey Finley, was sentenced in August to spend 63 months in prison and both are ordered to jointly pay restitution in the amount of $873,786.94.
The Finleys pleaded guilty in August to wire fraud, according to court records.
U.S. Attorney Donald W. Washington said in a news release following Monday's sentencing of Brent Finley that the couple convinced numerous people that Stacey Finley was a CIA agent and with her contacts she could schedule a medical scan of the victims' bodies by satellite imaging that would detect any hidden medical problems.
The Finleys convinced their victims that, if any medical problems were found, secret agents would administer medicine to them as they slept in exchange for payment, according to a bill of information filed when the Finleys were charged in May.
"These audacious criminals should remind all of us that scam artists will go to great lengths to take our life's savings," Washington said.
****
I'm not so sure I would call them audacious. They just happened to know some very stupid people. Stupid people who apparently had money to spare.
Wow. I wish I knew some stupid, wealthy people. I have some ocean-front property in Central Nevada, very nice view, lots of trees, cool breezes... and I could sign the deed over to ya for dirt-cheap, I swear I'll make you an unbelievable deal...
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