My first, and likely LAST political post.

You know what?

Ya’ll are all so pissed that someone else is gonna speak for you – how do you think I feel? Below is a comment I posted to one of my favorite reads.

“The sweet sounds of Alaska will be interrupted by the roar of oil drills.”

For the first time, he and I disagree. Have you been to Alaska? Have you read everything on ANWR? Do you KNOW what this will do other then listening to the hype that everyone is pounding out down there?

I am an Alaskan. I fight every day to survive with continued raising cost of living. I fight every day to raise my kids in a place where i *have* to have state aid to survive even though my husband has a ‘good’ job. I watch all the kids leave Alaska for lack of jobs and lack of education.

And I lost count of how many people said “if not for ANWR, and the safety of my family and job, I would have voted for Kerry.” I lost count of how many idiots in the ‘lower 48’ who really have NO CLUE what we as a state need. We need OUR voices heard too.

I tend to think liberal, and even I know that opening ANWR is more of a good thing then a bad thing. My husband works in the oilfields, and he has seen first hand that the way they drill now is NOT GOING TO HARM THE GODDAMN ENVIORNMENT, let alone destroy it. Millions upon millions of dollars have been spent to increase the ability to protect everything while still getting the oil and natural gass that YOU need to live the live you are accustomed too. What, you think Iran/Iraq will continue to provide your power after Bush destroys them? URG.

It’s the same shit with eveyrone who gets all pissed off about our government santioned wolf hunts. Sure. Let’s ban that. Let’s forget that we’ve got MULTIPLE packs as large as 50 wolves big. Let’s forget that these wolves will attack for no other reason then “they looked at me wrong” Let’s forget that they are destroying the populations of other animals that we’re not protecting because eveyrone in the Lower 48 is too big on protecting the wolves that KILL THEM FOR NO REASON. They don’t even EAT what they kill people. They don’t do it to SURVIVE.

They are like Humans. They kill just for the thrill it gives them.

Let’s forget that the moose and bear population is dropping because these packs are attacking and killing without need. Let’s forget that government sactioning allows them to be thinned out, not completely destroyed all together and let’s surely forget that people DIE because of this. My husband was attacked by a wolf. Yes. He survived – but not unscathed. “Oh there has never been an unprovoked wolf attack in the north” bullshit.

Read people. Read. Get ALL the facts.

And for chrissaks – if you don’t LIVE in Alaska, and you don’t KNOW the facts, don’t speak for me.

/rant.

I love ya CC. But leave my state, my home, out of it.

OMFG MAKE IT STOP ALREADY!!!

This is not my first election. This is, however, the first where so many fucking people have pissed me off so fucking much.

Make. It. Stop.

You’d think with less then 3 hours until the polls closed that the fuckers would STOP CALLING ME with their little automated messages, wouldn’t you? but oh no. I’ve received no less then 15 calls TODAY ALONE. AND had someone come to my door this morning.

I understand that we’re in the middle of a rather ugly senate seat race. Whooptifuckingdo. You really think that calling me REPEATEDLY on a DAILY basis with your little recorded messages is going to do anything other then piss me off? And when i DO get a ‘real’ person on the line, you think i’m not going to waste your time like you’ve been wasting mine for the past few months? for chrissakes – just shut UP already.

Today – I’d had enough. Knowles campaign showed up at my door, and then when I arrived home (after I’d voted, for those that give a fuck) I recieved – I shit you not – 6 calls in 5 minutes from the Knowles campaign.

The first was a real person. “are you going to vote….” and I inturrupted with “No you motherfucker I’m going to find all you goddamn telemarketing telephoning ASSHOLES and vote to shove my FOOT UP YOUR ASS” and slammed the phone down.

I’m not known for subtlety when I’m irritated.

the next five times my phone rang it was their automated messages. I? was pissed. So I called up their campaign headquarters in anchorage – not giving a fuck it was a long distance call. The lady that answered heard this:

“You just lost my fucking vote because I got 6 phone calls in the last 5 fucking minutes, bitch.”

And I hung up. And called my sister and had her call too. (she probably didn’t, but I tried to tell her too. *L* she never did listen good.)

Not five minutes ago, Lisa Murkouski got the same exact phone call from me to her campaign headquarters after receiving a recorded message, less then 3 hours before the polls closed. All I heard of it was “i know you’ve received a lot of calls and I appologize.” well fuck that shit – if you were sorry you WOULDN”T STILL BE CALLING ME! christ.

Is it ANY wonder I fucking hate politics? I sure hope the legalizing weed passes – I could use a toke or four. *Smirk*

Every. Fucking. Time. they call me now, I’m calling their headquarters. and you can be damn well sure that if I find their home numbers? I’m gonna return the favor over the next few months.

Vindictive? Maybe. Fed up? Definitely.

FLASHBACK!

Holy hell. *LMAO* Ok. So the girl had her halloween festival at school, last week, so I proved to her that you can, indeed, make cool costumes out of all the shit we have laying around the house. 20 minutes with a brush, her glitter makeup, a dress up boa, some kick ass much wicked nails, and serious amounts of mouse and hairspray – and we’ve got us a true 80’s diva…

Well, of COURSE the pup LOVED it. So. I get this message last night asking about where and when to have the kinders in costume this morning – ACK. I had totally forgotten about the party/parade. So – since the pup loved the 80’s look so much, we bumped it up a notch.

I grabbed a pink t-shirt of the girl’s that she was willing to sacrifice and went to work. Scissors and paint and 1.5 hours later I had her outfit ready. So when she got up this morning – early, she walked out and saw her shirt and her eyes just LIT up, and omfg. that was the best. feeling. ever. *L* She’s such a little diva and so opinionated, I really wasn’t sure she’d like it – but finally! proof she’s MY daughter too! *L* there ARE some of my genes in there!

So we got her dressed, grabbed the makeup, the hairspray (gold and yellow) and the glitter and went to work.

Then I stared. OMFG. I have a picture of me looking JUST LIKE THAT…. but. um. it wasn’t halloween. *LMAO* What did I look like in high school? well, add a couple feet taller, and a couple feet o’curves to this:

Complete, of course, with legwarmers made out of the sleeves of a very old sweater of mine:

And yes – TBF, those beads are some of the very ones your mom sent home from Mardi Gras that first visit. *L* We still have quite a few strands hanging around. *g*

Now, by the time it was parade time at school – in the typical fashion of us poor women who have baby fine hair that will hold no style – her hair was quite a bit um. well. flatter.

And, well, when she got home? Let’s just say it’s EXHAUSTING being an 80’s rock star diva!

And – showing the picture to a friend this morning yeilded this conversation that I now leave you with:

Me: FLASHBACK TIME! *shows picture*
her: for YOU maybe, old woman. I was 8.
me: *KILLS* BITCH!
her: *cackles* Cute though.
me: *sulks*

Congrats all you Sox fans, btw – way to pull it out in style. *g*

Almost November.

Wow. It’s almost November.

That means…

HOLY SHIT! NANOWRIMO!!!

AHH! A plot! I must have a PLOT! wait – the motto is “no plot no problem”…

ok, i need a glimmer of an idea that might one day grow UP into a plot!

please?

Whew. Thank you Train and the RMA awards!

(stop. laughing.)

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What the hell am I babling about? Simple, It’s almost time to start the National Novel Writing Month again! NaNoWriMo! Last year I finished a respectiable 50k in a VERY respectable 19 days, but I knew exactly what I was going to write. This year there was no predetermined story begging to be told.

AHHH! A PLOT! MY KINGDOM FOR A PLOT!

I have one. I’m not sure if it’s “chicklit” or “lit fic” or “mainstream” or where it will fit in exactly – but I think it’s a pretty good idea really, and should be fun (and agonizing! *L*) to write.

50K here I come!
(well, starting just after midnight the morning of Nov. 1, of course. *shining grin*)

[you think I’d have learned my lesson last year. *L* nope. So ya’ll crazy folk who love to write, JOIN ME in my MADNESS!]

My nano blog is up and ready!
Anything but Ordinary

come on.. you KNOW you want too. it’s only 1700 words a day for 30 days – we write more then that in email! Join in! *g*

pimpage and kitties and diplomas and children oh my!

Not…..that the things in the title REALLY have much to do with one another – as I just realized how bad that could sound. *L* All the freaks and geeks will come out of the woodwork for sure now! *L*

Anyway – first!

Pimpage!
Thanks so much for those of you spreading the word and spreading the love! While no one is freely donating fundage (which is fine by me! – I’d much rather work for my money!) there is not one, but TWO new sites in the works. One, thanks to Momma and her delight in all things off the wall and a little odd and her ultimate personality who pimped out her daugher (namely me) to the Fish Lips and Bird Teeth Studio. Just getting started, and I so love this part of the process where there’s brainstorming going on and I’m getting to know the client and everyone is all atwitter!

Second is a site that the boy is ETERNALLY grateful that I picked up. Thanks to an old RP buddy, Z, his belly dancing friend of Dalloua Dance has conscripted me to give her site a complete overhaul and work it all up from the ground up. This is really 3 sites in one, and well, the boy keeps finding reasons to come and give me a hug or whatever just to see what Picture I’m working with now. Hee. He’s so cute – and SUCH a damn boy. Why do they have to grow up so damn fast? *sigh* I did tell M that she is the object of my 12 year olds lust and that he thought she was beautiful. Her reply? “While I feel vaguely…dirty…now – tell him thank you very much.” His reply? “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*BLUSH*” heh.heh.heh. then he asked me to print out one of her pictures. *L*

Also, my wonderful main client, who’s just had surgury, just gave me a ringading and has another little job for me to do for their upcoming Motor City Music Conference. Someone else is building he site (For free – he’s a big wig company sponsor) but she needs someone to do the tweaking once he gets it to her. That tweaking will be done by me. Wee!

Yes – that is THREE jobs in THREE days. I love this. ANd i really love my job too! and I’m all pumped up and like brimming with creative ideas and stuff – so keep that pimpage coming!

Some sites that are recently finished or just about there:

J&R Limousine Kenai’s number one Limo Service!

Xtreme Wildlife Magazine – Initial design all flash, but someone else – I stripped that puppy and got it all working in html goodness and it looks just the same and works even better. Whee! Half dressed girls with hunting and fishing gear – who could ask for more?

And coming soon, of course: Hispeed Gear, Fishlips and Bird teeth Studio, and Dalloua Dance – and perhaps a friends poetry site too…

I love my job!

Kitties
IN case you were wondering – YES my tits apparently ARE the most comfortable pillows around.

She ususally knows better then to get up that close to my face and start purring, but well, she took such care to climb up there (i was sitting basically upright for chrissakes!) and dig a single claw into my skin JUST above my heart with a look that CLEARLY said “Move and DIE, you blond bimbo that feeds me!” I felt it best to let her remain there, at least long enough to get a picture. hee.

Diplomas!
This came in the mail yesterday! Yes indeedy, it is ALL FUCKING OFFICIAL NOW!

Hell, the inks barely dry on the bugger *grin* Cool eh?

And a couple of things I got from friends here – they’re SO cool! one giggles (that’d be the smirkingly cute orange one) and the other has a music box that plays “when you wish upon a star” ala disney. Thanks so much TBF and Darlin!

Children!
The pup, yesterday, to her gpa: “I have a program tomorrow papa, and it is about insects, and you had BETTER not miss it!” Who possibly could say no? Certainly not the doting papa. *chuckles* That’s tonight at 6:30. Pictures later. *chuckles*

The boy: is he not the cutest thing EVER? OMFG. Them eyes.

How can girls POSSIBLY not be noticing that not only is he cute as all hell, but he’s SWEET and KIND and RESPECTFUL too? WIth just enough devilish glee hidden in twinkling eyes?? He’s gonna make some girls momma perfectly happy when he finally does find himself a girl, that’s for sure. *Proud momma grin* Not that, you know, I’m in ANY hurry for him to grow up any more or anything. The little brat is actually almost as tall as ME now! *harumph*

And the girl. Her cute little outfits, her wicked little “I didn’t do it honest it was the pup!” grin…

And her clarinet. OMFG. of all the instruments she had to pick – WHY the clarinet. And why me? if I hear the first line of jinglebells again I am likely to poke out my eardrums with a spork. Though even I have to admit the fact she can play said first line already is a good sign. But still. the clarinet? WHY GOD WHY??

Ahem.

Oh my!
There’s nothing here for this bit. But well, I felt the need to bold it and point it out anyway. *grin* Happy Tuesday people! Two weeks to election – i don’t give a shit who you vote for, just that you get off your asses and VOTE.