I took this thing twice and I still don’t see how I’m Severus Snape! I don’t like him, he’s mean and he’s a backstabber. I hope this stupid test isn’t trying to tell me something. I took it twice just to be sure, and sure enough, I came out to be Snape both times!
As for knitting progress, I’ve had time to work on Tubey, and I’ve been doing so all day. I went from 18″ to 23.5″ today, and it seems like these last 2 inches are going to take forever! I’m stuck in ST st. hell! It’s that portal where you knit and knit and it’s like nothing is accomplished. I wish I could get the back done with already so I can start working on the sleeves. I’ll have to take pictures tomorrow because I absolutely abhor having to take pictures at night with the flash. I don’t like taking bad pictures, and I swear that taking pictures with the flash makes them come out ugly and over exposed. I also have a very interesting picture of my Onyx in a new hiding spot in the house. It’s actually quite cute, but it scared the beejesus out of me at first.
My weekend was pretty nice. I spent time with my boys this weekend and worked on a drawing for my design class. We have pin-up on Tuesday and I have to have it ready by then. It’s not done, so I see myself doing a lot of last minute inking. Thankfully that’s all that’s left is just the inking, because I have the whole thing laid out already. I was supposed to go to a VW gathering today, but I went to the meeting place and nobody was there. Then I realized what date it was and that the gathering was yesterday and not today. It kinda worked out though because yesterday Little D had an outing with his mother and it didn’t go too well. Actually we ended up looking for him to pick him up because of the phone call we got from her, and then when we did pick him up she decided to get confrontational with Mr. Incredible, and then with me, and then I had to tell her some truths she doesn’t like to hear. I got called a couple nasty words that only come out of low class women and she got dragged off by her niece. Of course all this happened in front of Little D and he was asking today why his mom was acting that way last night. It’s pretty sad because I see him not wanting to be with her anymore because of the way she treats him. It’s her lose because he’s a magnificent kid and she’ll never know how incredible he truely is because of her anger. Actually it’s that same anger that made her lose everything to begin with.
Some people just don’t learn.
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It seems that all the men in my life are leaving me, slowly. Three years ago I lost my great grandfather. I knew that one was coming because the man was well into his 90’s and not doing too well. Still, I loved him very much and it hurt me to see him go. Last August, August 10th to be exact, my grandfather died as well. He had been deteriorating for a while as well but it was still very hard to see him go. He was like my father and I feel as if we just didn’t have enough time together. These two don’t nearly hur as much as my uncle. I got the call today. My uncle is “in the hospital…..he’s not doing well…..honestly he’s brain dead….” This afternoon has all been one big blur. I got the call from my brother. At first he didn’t want to tell me because I was at work, but I talked him into it and he told me, and I immediately got up and left. I wanted to go to Tampa tonight to be there with him, but my family refuses to let me go until “it’s time”, but I really feel I should be there. He’s only 46. He shouldn’t be in the hospital dying. This should not be happening. He’s the voice of reason in my family. The practical joker. The one you could always count on to make you smile no matter what was going on. I remember the last time he told me something funny that happened to him. It was about this one time that he went to Old Navy with his partner, and they had never broken the fart rule with one another, but my uncle wasn’t feeling too well so he let one out right when he was paying for his stuff. He ended up blaming it on the cashier. He said it was so bad that his partner was offended by the whole thing and wrote corporate a really pissed off letter about it and they ended up getting a $25 gift certificate because of it. It’s a lot better when he tells it, but I guess he won’t be able to now. He’s only 46, and he’ll probably be declared dead in a couple of days unless by some miracle he decides to snap out of it, but he may never be the same again.
I love you tio, and you will be so incredibly missed by so many people.
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Bugatti’s Veyron Unleashed in Miami!
Holy mother of all things great! I want to go see this car! Volkswagen has been working on this car for about 5 years now. I last heard of it a couple of years ago in a Car & Driver magazine and everything’s been hush-hush since, but now it’s in Miami for the rest of the week! How can I NOT go see it! It’s a $1.3 million dollar car that has 1 thousand plus horsepower and can go 0-100 in 3 seconds. 3 SECONDS! Do you know what that is!? Not only that, but it stops on the dime and in a straight line. This is a BIG thing. I NEED to go see this car!
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Today has already started off to be a bad one. Here’s what happened before I left my house this morning.
I had planned out (in my head) what I was going to wear to work today last night while laying in bed. As I start to pull out the outfit I notice that the grey sweater I was going to wear had black stuff all over it. I then realized that it was oil from last week when I got a flat tire on the expressway and found that there was a pool of used oil in the spare tire well of my car. I must’ve gotten it all over myself, so I had to pick something else to wear. That meant that I had to iron a shirt.
I finished ironing, I get dressed and I start heading downstairs with my laptop to start packing up my stuff for work and I see that one of the cats didn’t find their liter box fit to use last night. Instead she used the floor. So I had to put everything down and clean that up. I cleaned it up and moped it up by throwing a bit of water on the floor with a cup and resumed packing my stuff for work. I got everything packed and was heading out the door when one of my bags hit the glass of water that I had put on the counter and spilled it all over the floor. I mop it up best I can (I’m already late for work mind you) and I start to head out when I realize that I left the tube that’s got my drawing for class behind. I go back to get it and start heading out the door when I slip on all the water that is still on the floor and find myself on my ass on the floor with all my stuff scattered all over the room.
I am now sufficiently frustrated, pissed off, wet and late. I gather all my stuff, curse up a storm and head out. I get to work and start working on what I’m supposed to only to be told that I need to finish everything now because of the deadline for tomorrow. I’m now finishing that up. I really hope that the rest of my day gets better. I have to go to class in a few, so hopefully it will get better and not worse.
My uncle passed away Saturday at about 1:15 pm. He was taken off life support and died within minutes. I was in the room holding his hand with my grandmother and his partner when he died. He went quickly and peacefully. What I haven’t really discussed is how he died. My uncle committed suicide. None of us knew that he was having problems. He hid them very well. Every time we spoke to him he was joking and full of life, but we didn’t realize how deep his problems actually ran. He had a wonderful life, a man he deeply loved, a successful business, a beautiful house, lots of friends and family who truly cared for him, yet he felt he was alone in this world and he was extremely depressed (and hid it very well) and felt the this was his only way out. I’m talking about this for a couple of reasons. First off, I need to get this off my chest. I’ve said my peace to my uncle, I’ve said good-bye to him, and will do so some more the day of his funeral and his burial. Secondly, I want other people to learn from my pain and the pain of my family. Life is too short to spend it worrying about mundane things and torturing yourself with them. Suicide is never the answer because all you’ll leave behind is a lot of pain and a lot of unanswered questions. I still don’t truly understand why my uncle did this and it’s very hard for me to accept that a man who was so full of life would end it the way he did. It’s hard for me to accept that someone who loved his family so much would put them through this much pain, but I’m dealing with it one day at a time. I know he’s much happier now. I know he’s ended his pain and his up there with my grandfather and they’re both sitting side by side catching those big fish they liked to brag about. I just wish that he were still down here with us happy and joking and just being.
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