Sunrise, Sunset

So mom's Cougar only has this one key. She never got a spare made. Me and my brother took her to New Orleans in it to drop her off for her flight. Monday we were supposed to go get her with it too, but somehow in a week's time, the damn key up and disappeared. We tore my parents' house up looking for it, tore my room up looking for it, and nothing. So we took my sister's jeep to get mom and that was it.

Today I called my parents to see what they were gonna do now that mom's car is sitting there, pretty much useless without a key to open or start it. They were gonna have to get a locksmith. I wanted to at least help pay for it, and that would've been $135. As I get off the phone with them, I'm heading to work, I get to my jeep... and realize not only have I locked my keys in my room, I've also left my purse behind as well. So I had to call Mrs. Patterson to let me in.

I stay at work an hour, intent on heading to my parents' to get on finding a locksmith, call my brother up to let him know I'm on my way... to find he has mom's car keys. He'd put them on a shelf in his room and accidentally knocked them down at some point, where they fell into his guitar. No bloody wonder we couldn't find them. @@

... And this is Rally, the horse I ride.

Feed it!

adopt your own virtual pet!

In mah workspace. Ants. It's more common than I think.

But I found my hair clip.

I can't seem to do much of anything anymore without fucking something up royally or embarrassing myself or accidentally hurting someone else in the process. Go me.

Oh. And I probably damaged my left ear drum trying to learn how to dive Sunday. There are periods now where I get a little dizzy, and it sounds like I'm walking next to a carpeted wall wherever I am.

I went to mom and dad's today to get my brother. I'm talking on the phone with a friend of mine. I park in the driveway and get out to finish off the conversation, hear this hissing sound not five minutes later, turn back to my jeep... aaaand there's coolant raining down on the cement under the engine.

Yaaaay. Pit stop #3 or 4 in the past 12 months for this thing's radiator problems. I can't remember which. We are not amused. --;

Why, then, is it suddenly okay for Mrs. Patterson to think she can take my shit and clean it? I had a bowl and several forks drying off to the side. I had a bowl and a cup still soaking. The other room is now vacant although they'd insisted on moving Yanna out as fast as they could so Abby could move in down there and free up the room upstairs. Abby isn't moving in downstairs, apparently. She hasn't yet. Therefore, it's alright for Mrs. Patterson to come in and look at the bathroom when she wants.

I'm not paying for maid service, and we've already had this discussion about her messing with my shit at least once or twice before. Granted, she didn't mean any harm by it, but I do not appreciate the gesture. I am not happy about this. As soon as my brother gets better hours or a new job, we're getting an apartment.

No. It's 5 in the morning. I went to bed early last night. I'm trying to get back to sleep and there's this weird sound somewhere off on the other side of the room not coming from my tv. Just happened to look up and over and there's yet ANOTHER damn roach climbing my goddamn window blinds. I don't fucking get it.

All of my food is either in bags, tied up, unopened, or in my cabinet locked away. I cleaned recently. I lined the wall in the closet that they seem to be coming out of with epsom salt and roach motels/egg killers though the egg killers might be pointless. I never get small roaches, oh no. These fuckers are always huge. Short of stuffing something up under that wall to keep them out, I don't know how or why in the hell they're here STILL. This is the fourth in a month and granted, it's getting hot outside. It's getting dry. THIS IS STILL RIDICULOUS.

Anyway, I'll need to be out of the house in about an hour. Gonna go watch the Blues again with my brother. After that, I'll probably spend the rest of the day trying to figure out how to keep fucking roaches out of my room.

I'm sitting here, futzing around on my tinycomputar, watching a comedian on tv I saw at UWF a few years ago. Somewhere in my ticket stub book, I've still got the ticket for it, I think. Kyle Cease. He's still as much a spaz as he was then.

Start at the first and read the captions.

On that, last weekend I'd planned on going to the beach with my brother. Instead, we ended up helping my nana empty out my uncle's old house. The same place we spent every easter and christmas and thanksgiving, my aunt is selling. She can't maintain it while she stays up north and nana doesn't want to move there. The place... didn't look so different, but I went through every room just to be sure. Too many pictures, and I made sure to look at them all. Maybe I'll scan them someday. It's not easy seeing that place go.

Went by a friend's workplace on a whim to check and see if he's still alive. I haven't heard from him in weeks and I was a little worried. He's still alive. 8BBBBBBB On the way out, I went by a car dealership, on another whim. I got to drive this today. 8BBBB

Two fer. Not doing so bad, but now it's nearing 1 in the morning and I'm still working on a group project that's not due for... another week or two... why?

So I finally buried my grandpa this morning. It didn't occur to me until we were heading to the wake yesterday that this is the second funeral in a row that my sister hasn't been able to make it to, and not for any fault of her own. Hasn't really sunk in yet that he's gone. Then again, there are times even now when it's weird to me that my uncle is gone.

... I really need sleep.

Stolen from sanity_escape

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo's David
41 Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Europe
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkelling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theatre
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favourite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone's life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in a day

Guess what? Today is NOT a major mark in history. Obama is NOT full-blooded black - he's MIXED. Call it a photoshop all you want, that doesn't change the fact. Most of us who bothered trying to pay attention knew this anyway. Yes, he has black in him and it most definitely shows, but how many other presidents had a black ancestor or two themselves? There has NEVER been a full-blooded anything president. They've ALL been mixed. Italian, russian, scottish, we're ALL mutts.

Deal with it. You're celebrating a "major event" that's been done since the first president the US has ever seen. XD

No, that's not an end, this is the beginning. These next six months promise to be highly unpleasant.

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So, yeah. Beginning, not an end, and this is sugar coating the matter. All of it. I'm not looking forward to anything.

Hope yours went SO MUCH BETTER THAN MINE DID! I just spent the last two hours cleaning about ten gallons of water out of my walls, ceiling and carpet! 8D

Everything looks fine. My computer's fine, my posters are fine, ironically enough, me and my brother put away all of my books, which might now be soaked otherwise if I'd left them there before he left today. I get to live in the spare bedroom until my carpet cleans though, and I might be living here permanently if I can manage the rent. --;

Last night I fell asleep whining about an air show someone posted pics to online where they had not only the Angels and the Snowbirds performing, but also demos of the F-22 and an F-35 sitting out on the tarmac. DROOL. CITY.

Anyway. That's the opening for last night's bloody awesome dream. The start of this was me, just regular ol' me, walking around this air show/ren fair type event where they had the Blue Angels on display, but they weren't there for demonstrations other than to just be there and look pretty from the ground. They had the six of them all in a star pattern, tail ends to each other, ropes around them to keep the crowds from getting too touchy feely or whatever, but I ignored them and went right to the center of their little circle to hide under the #5's tail end. I might've mentioned this before, but the #5, on the S:E boards, is an actual Cybertronian named Patriot. In the dream, that's exactly what he was. In the dream also, we'd been friends for quite some time and we sat there, talking to each other over my cell phone. I remember hearing this guy's voice and thinking just how much it sounded like the VA my friend specified for him. He seemed awful bored with the place and was overly happy to see me there finally, which made me giggle.

Little backstory. In the dream, Patriot was the first TF to reach Earth. I don't know how we met or how I knew him for what he was, only that he was crazy lonely and would have loved to be able to reach Prime, but knew that his chances of that were slim to none. He was just glad to've found me instead of staying a "normal" jet for all outward appearances forever.

Later on that night, the show closed down and I'd moved to the roof of a nearby truck to watch him leave. Instead of taking off as he usually did, this time he rolled right on over to where I was, popped the canopy and offered me a ride home. People on the ground just could not believe the pilot was taking me home in this Angel jet. Must've thought I was a friend of his or something. Wasn't entirely untrue, but it was a shock to me too, what he was doing. He'd never offered me a ride before, but I wasn't gonna turn him down for it. So, I got in, and he took me up and down and all over the skies and freaked me right the hell out for the first bit of it until I got a little used to it. JKJFKLJKDLSJKLFSDJK so fun.

Wull, as it turned out the next day, Patriot wasn't the only TF on Earth anymore. He'd been picking up weird readings from places in the area and went to go investigate while I stayed home and went about my normal life. Soon afterward, I started noticing this oddly painted 350Z following me around as I was on the phone again with Patriot, so I hushed my tone and told him about it and told him I had to go. I hung up and kept walking, was on the verge of running when two other cars showed up, one small pink Bug and one hueg black Topkick and I'll give you two guesses as to who the latter was. The first turned out to be Arcee. They showed up, got to their feet and the Z tore off.

The three of us kinda looked at each other, Arcee nodded to me, and about that time, Patriot showed up again. He and the other two got to talking and through some form of story telling I didn't at the time understand even though they were speaking plain english, I found out there were other Autobots on Earth and they'd come looking for Patriot. Since he refused to part with me, they realized they needed me around too. The 'Hide and Arcee took off to go find the rest of the 'Cons and Patriot came with me to find Prime. Later on, after a similar incident, Prime showed up with Bumblebee to chase off another 'Con I don't remember.

Patriot went to speaking to Prime as with 'Hide and Arcee before and somehow I ended up sitting on Prime's front bumper. That thar be the end of my dream.

Is my first one. Not cool. --;

On the upside, Bolt is an adorable movie. I could've enjoyed more of it if I'd not had the brain exploding out of my skull like it is now.

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There are no words to describe it. Just @@;;;;

We got there at 7:30 and didn't leave until around 4:30. I'm sunburned, but my ears weren't ringing. I have over 600 pics (and these are of the 700+ I've sorted through already) some 2 gigs worth of video, and I'm GOING back next year. The only thing I can think of that I'd do if I had to do it again, I might pay the $5 and take a bench seat. People kept getting in my damn way for a few of those shots, but some of this stuff is poster material. oooomg. They had pilots out there doing things with planes I didn't even know could be done. Planes were spinning like tops, flipping nose over tail, all kinds of crazy. I haven't seen anything like that since I was 6 and even then, I barely remember it. And they even played some of the Transformers score and album during a few of the acts, but they didn't play Danger Zone at any point, which kinda made me sad. I'd really been hoping to hear it during the Angels' performance. They did play the Top Gun theme when they started out though. That was neat.

Now. Some of this I'm posting, the vast majority of it I'm not, for obvious reasons, but here we go.

Me n sis in front of the Angel I sat in and got to fool around with after the show.

One of the refueling jets out front. This is looking at it from eye level. The thing is MASSIVE.

Eye level under the belly of the same jet.

One of the Angels. They sat on the landing strip closest to the audience during the show until it was time for them to finish things up.

An announcer's post, it looked like, but they never used it.

Press camera chopper.

Their first on display.

LOOKIT THE PRETTY

Then there were sky divers and a little USA tribute.

And stunt planes. Another of the same.

Lots of the same plane here.

Then they brought this out. And this. And here was their little tribute. This is now my wallpaper.

More stunt planes.

A rocket-propelled truck. It was going to race a plane, but the winds were too strong.

Another stunt plane.

Then came the glider. Here's a video of that. 83

A guy went from a plane to a helichopper. This was more than a little impressive given how much wind we were getting that day.

Next it was these two, and they did a little tribute of their own at the end. I loved it. And, to my surprise, there was a chick in that F-18.

And a chick in a stunt plane.

The F-15 came back for a bit. Nice belleh shot.

And they had something called the Masters of Mayhem just before the Angels came out. I got crappy shots of that, but this was the loudest part of the show. You didn't just hear the fireworks, you FELT it afterward too.

Angels pilots, minus one. Story on that later.

Fat Albert. There were people in the way, but I tried to get good shots of the JATO.

And the Blues came in for the grand finale. I was so busy looking for the sneak attack I missed the sound barrier jig on the runway in front of me. The buggers pulled off both at the same time and I saw the sneak first, but there's pics of this and most of the rest of them in an earlier post.

And my bit of disappointment for the day and a few lawls for fail.