Friday, 09 July 2010

  • hello

     

    I have gone over to this blog: airbornerose

     

    You can follow me there. As for my list? I'm doing pretty well with it so far. However, I need to buy some canvas for the oil painting. I have been averaging about 18-20 miles a day on the bike. It's working so far...

     

     

Friday, 14 May 2010

  • biking

     

    My goals for the summer:

    • bike 8 miles/morning
    • bike 8 miles/night
    • eliminate all white breads
    • read three Dostoyevsky books - Crime and Punishment, The Double, Letters from the Underground
    • do laundry once a week
    • sweep twice a week
    • clean bathroom twice a week
    • finish two oil paintings on canvas
    • reach 150 pounds
    • do one unit of Russian a week, two weeks depending on difficulty
    • two hours of Russian studying a day
    • bed by midnight
    • awake by seven am
    • harvest my crops on the farm
    • walk the dog every day
    • use the car only for long distances
    • plant my flowers
    • update this blog at least once a week
    • prepare for NYC move
    • prepare for Russia


       

Monday, 03 May 2010

Saturday, 13 February 2010

  • black thumb, green thumb



    I have a problem with authority.

    Actually, I shouldn't say that. I have a problem with being submissive. I have a problem with being treated like shit when I only make $0.75 above minimum wage. I have a problem with a coworker that seems hellbent on getting me and another coworker screwed over. The management just eats this shit up because (we'll call the terror "H") relies heavily on being much older, and once H breaks out the tears, it practically seals the deal. It's either that, or H is severely unstable.

    Yes, this is the same company that promoted me in a month because I did so well. And yes, this is the same company that told me, after I had been highly successful, to "dim my shine so that the other booksellers feel better about themselves." I shit you not.



    I've decided my pathetic wage is not worth the hassle. I don't want to be treated like shit until I'm paid well enough for it. I feel frustrated half the time and I work weekends. I don't get a single day to have for rest. Class and shit Monday - Friday (with work peppered in) and then 8.5 hour shifts all weekend long. It's exhausting.

    So F and I have come up with a great idea. I'm going to grow a lot of produce, and then sell a lot of it. Potatoes, carrots, onions, garlic, beans, peppers, tomatoes, basil, oregano, rosemary, thyme, you name it. Blackberries, too. I am also going to make journals. I plan on focusing a lot of my time and energy on gardening, selling my produce and journals, and being a student. I can make the same money, if not better, doing that. At least all of my marketing skills will go directly to our home, and not for some big fucking corporation that treats me like complete shit.

    They may be better than most corporations, but that doesn't make them good.



Tuesday, 29 December 2009

  • Christmas was the usual shebang - too much food, not enough money, and a dog that gets more gifts than the humans. The hubs and I thought it would be a great idea to get her these huge bones we bought for Christmas. She'll eat anything, so we figured it'd be great, plus extremely comical trying to watch her lug it around the house.




    As soon as we gave it to her, she jumped and ran the other direction. Heart of a lion, that one. She wouldn't start chewing on it until Edgar was holding it, hiding its true size. She's a golden retriever, by the way. Aren't they supposed to be protective?



    Sookie realized that the hole she had dug was too small.



    I don't normally have such useless shit to say, but I'm exhausted and have to pump myself with NyQuil because I'm getting sick. I did it to myself, really - I get so stressed out and my body just can't handle it after awhile. We applied for a house today; should we get denied, I think I'll be done house hunting for awhile. I'm tired of getting screwed when it's not my husband doing it, and I'm exhausted from getting my hopes up and having them crushed. This whole house thing is what has primarily made me ill and I'm just ready to find any house and be done with it. I really love the one we found though, and I truly hope it works out. If we can get approved, which we will know by tomorrow morning, then I will feel much better. We can make it work, they just have to have faith in us. If you haven't figured it out by now, our credit isn't all that great.

    My sister is here. I love her.

    By the way, what the fuck is up with the airport security? To quote a wise man, "They who would give up an essential liberty for temporary security, deserve neither liberty or security." It's true. There are a ton of men and women over there fighting for us, and it's wonderful, but I look forward to its end (should it ever cease). However, I am no fool. War has been waging for centuries. Men will always find new reasons and ways to destroy each other - should it be through the continuation of a long-exhausted conflict, or the rise of a new one.

    By the way, there is a huge abandoned house next to the one we want, and my sister and I just watched Amityville Horror. Can't wait to move now.