Thursday, June 30, 2011

from 10/12/2008 - Clifton Day and good Pit Bull ambassadors

Current mood:content

I went to Clifton Day today!!! I was thinking I had someone to cover PetSmart for me, so I said fuck it and went to Clifton Day with Jen, the Boy, Daisy and Healy.

We got Jen's dad to drop us off in the morning and we had to walk down into town a LOT farther than I was counting on...Between having to walk into town, walk back to the drop off point and all the walking we did during the day, my feet and knee are like WTF did you do to us...(10/13/08 - i checked this morning, it's a mile from where we were dropped off to the town, and the way back from town is almost all up hill...i'm too fat for that shit...)

Come 12, I found out I didn't have anyone to cover PetSmart for me, but Carrie totally stepped up for me when she got there and no one else was there. She ran the fair and totally told some guy to calm his damn nerves when he started getting shitty with her...Fuck him, at least she called to let me know that he might be complaining...He's not getting the dog anyway...

Daisy and Healy did great today, they met a ton of new people and a bunch of new dogs. They got along beautifully with everyone. The only thing we had an issue with was the horses from the pony rides (It's okay Ashleigh, they aren't like the ones from the Ren Festival). We have now discovered that unless it's another dog, Daisy is NO BUENO with it...She looked at that horse and said "Come here you son of a bitch, I'm gonna eat you." Oh boy did she want that thing. She started barking kinda funny at it, which made Healy start to bark a little too.

I bought the cutest little black leather purse for myself. Couldn't beat the $10 price tag on it, though it is pretty small so I don't know what I'll be putting in it. I also got Jen a purse that has pockets she can use, including a water bottle pocket. It's my early Christmas present to her since she gave me an early one too. And we stopped and bought some homemade dog mini muffins. I almost bought Daisy a rain coat. It was purple and really cute, but I don't think I would have managed to get it on her enough to make it worth it.

Daisy hasn't moved since we got home, other than to get closer to her daddy...And we've been home for over an hour...Healy and Jen are taking a nap too...Me, I couldn't sleep, so I'm sitting here watching Hope Floats on TV and checking email...

from 1/23/2009 - O.M.G - That's all I can say about that...

To all the fine people who frequent adult arcades...

(from CraigsList best of section)
Date: 2009-01-02, 8:45PM PST

I have logged 10 ,count em, 10 years working for an adult bookstore and I think I am more than qualified to offer some helpful tips to make your visit to these shops just a little more enjoyable. Please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors.

1) It is a complete wast of time to become upset when I refuse to shake your hand after you exit the arcade. You just had anonymous sex with a man, woman, tranny, or you just got finished masturbating. Had you grabbed the key to the restroom and washed your hands I might just have considered it, otherwise I have no interest in touching you. You really have no reason to be offended at this one, just think about it for a moment.

2) I'm sorry if you have only limited time to have gay sex with a stranger during your lunch break. If the only customers I have in the arcade are so old you are wondering how they remain upright, much less get it up, I simply can't waive a magic wand and fill the arcade with an all gay swim team. It really doesn't matter how horny you are, complaining incessantly about it changes nothing. Along that same line, I am not a resident fall back option and I'm sorry, but offering me cash for sex will not change my mind on this one (ever).

3) We offer the options of entering a booth with a window, a glory hole, or a private booth. If you enter a booth with a window, please don't be surprised if you look up and find someone watching you, coming to the counter and demanding that I throw whomever out because they were peeking at your willy will honestly accomplish little. If you enter a booth with a gloryhole, please don't be surprised if at some point a penis comes through it. Also don't be surprised if a voice comes through it asking for you to stick your penis through the hole, it's what it's there for. These traumatic events can all be avoided by entering a private booth where you can masturbate to your hearts content in relative privacy.

4) You enter a booth, insert a 1, 5, 10, or 20 dollar bill into the bill acceptor, and have a seat. The movie will play until the time limit for the amount of money you put into the machine runs out. If at that time you have not managed to relieve yourself you have still received what you paid for. Screaming at me will not get you more time in the arcade, it will just get you thrown the fuck out. Sitting in a booth with no money in the machine while you desperately try to grunt out a quick one is just not acceptable. If I knock on the door offering to get you change and you come out all grumpy saying something like "I just spent 7000 dollars here" or "do you know how much I spend here in a month" we now have a problem. You see, the concept really is simple yet I feel the need to break it down for you. If I go to McDonalds, order a cheese burger and eat it, I would not be allowed to sit there and eat unlimited cheese burgers all fucking day because I paid for the first one. Duh!! same thing here, once that TV screen goes black YOU GOT WHAT YOU PAID FOR! If you want to continue, fish out another bill or if you are broke GO THE FUCK HOME AND FINISH THERE.

4) This one is important, so pay it some fucking attention. If you happen to be a horny gay man (nothing wrong with that) and inappropriately proposition another man in the parking lot and he punches you in the mouth, YOU HAD IT COMING. I want to reiterate for the slow among us, YOU ASKED FOR IT!!! Please wait until you are in the arcade to cruise for dick. We offer a wide range of products that straight people need, so don't assume because someone is going to the adult bookstore they are gay. That is just fucking stupid you moron.

5) My job is to police the arcade and sell shit. That is all I get paid to do and it's all I care about. I could care less if you have a wedding ring on as you suck off 12 dudes, I don't care if you are cheating on your wife with a woman of "questionable standards", I don't care if you enjoy dressing in your little sisters cloths and putting on a show for strangers in a window booth, I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU ARE DOING IN THERE. I do not need a play by play description of what you were just doing. Keep it to yourself or write it in your journal or whatever. Just leave me out of it, I will not be impressed, seriously.

6) If you pee in the trashcans and I catch you you will be cleaning that booth and I will be berating you the entire time it takes you. You sick fucker what the fuck did your mother teach you when you were little. I will then take your fucking picture and show it to every one who works here. You will never be allowed back in, EVER!!!!!!

7) I understand that sex creates wet spots on clothing, etc...but if you come walking out of the arcade with cum in your beard, on your shirt, pants, whatever, I reserve the right to point and laugh. We thoughtfully provide paper towels just for that situation. If you choose not to use them then I choose to laugh and call you a douche bag.

8) We have janitors clean the arcade 3 times a day, every day. I can do little for you if the booth you so desperately need to whack off in has a load of cum dripping down the monitor. I will not be rushing back there to clean that up real quick for you. If the little present left by the previous occupant offends you so much you have 2 options,
1) Walk your ass to another, cleaner, booth.
2) reach up and grab a paper towel from the dispenser and clean it up your fucking self.
That's it, throw the biggest tantrum you can and you will still be left with the same 2 options.

I do hope you find this little piece of information helpful. Have a wonderful day!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

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Friday, June 24, 2011

Time off

I just recently took some time off of both jobs - 6 glorious days! It was definitely time I needed, and my birthday fell within that time frame.

Here's a brief rundown of the week...

Thursday: Got up entirely too early since The Boy was supposed to work...Went to McD's for breakfast so as to not wake the others in the house...We went to a friend's house for a while, Boog and The Boy BOTH managed to fall asleep while we were there...That was followed by random nothing until we decided to hit the park after leaving my friend's house...Boog thought the sand was pretty cool and didn't give a crap about the geese.
: We actually ended up in a hotel for Thursday. We wanted to get out of the apartment and spend some time on our own...And Friday being my birthday, I wanted to have a few drinks...We actually stayed again Friday night too. We all took a wonderful 3 hour nap that afternoon! Then we spent some time in the pool - about 10 minutes before the thunder and rain started! But Boog played in the room with some toys, took a bath and generally had a good time.

: The Boy had to work, so we were up and out of the room at like 5:30!! Boog and I stayed in the car while The Boy was at work...We watched some Go Diego Go and had breakfast. We actually did that on Sunday and Monday mornings too...And Boog took a nap each morning. Saturday afternoon was way fun! We went to the Water Mine Water Park and had a BLAST!! Boog loved it, the lazy river, the water slides and the baby pool! I didn't get pics since I didn't want to get my phone wet. But I got this one during break time when he was eating some yogurt melts.

Sunday: We hit up the Reston Zoo for Father's Day - they had a 50% discount for dads, so it was the perfect time to go. We had a lot of fun, but it was WAY hot!! Boog was scared of some of the animals, a goat tried to nibble on his fingers and an ostrich scared BOTH of us. But a few friends met us there later and we did the wagon ride again. Things at the zoo are a lot different from when I remember going there.

Monday and Tuesday we didn't really do squat...We did play rescue rangers on Tuesday. A friend of a friend found a kitten. So Boog and I were at her house playing with the kids and asked another friend if she wanted the kitten...Sure did...So that evening we took the kitten, who has now been named Fuzzy to his new home...He will have his very own little girl as well as a cat brother and a giant white sissified Pit Bull...One should let the Pittie know that proper introductions are NOT made by sticking one's snout up the little critter's butt...Just sayin...

Saturday, June 4, 2011

New Mexico mom gets 25 years for starving daughter

New Mexico mom gets 25 years for starving daughter

LAS CRUCES, N.M. (AP) — A New Mexico woman has been sentenced to 25 years in prison for the death of her young daughter, who withered away from malnutrition and dehydration while the mother spent hours chatting and playing World of Warcraft online.

Rebecca Colleen Christie was sentenced in federal court for her November 2009 conviction on second-degree murder and child abandonment charges, the Las Cruces Sun-News reported.

Prosecutors said 3½-year-old Brandi Wulf gained just a pound and a half in the last year of her life and weighed 23 pounds when Christie called 911 on Jan. 26, 2006, to report her daughter was limp and unconscious.

Christie's ex-husband, U.S. Air Force Sgt. Derek Wulf, pleaded guilty to child neglect and will be sentenced June 15.

He was stationed at Holloman Air Force Base but was away on a nine-day assignment when the girl died. The newspaper reports he had expressed reservations about his wife's ability to take care of their child; her older daughter had already been placed with Christie's parents.

For 15 hours the day the girl died — from noon to 3 a.m. — the computer showed "continuous activity" as her mother chatted with friends from the online fantasy role-playing game, according to court documents.

Wulf told an FBI agent he would regularly come home from work and find his daughter with an empty water glass as his wife was busy "playing on the computer," according to court documents.

The house had an overflowing litter box and pervasive smell of cat urine. And there appeared to be so little food that the child ate cat food, according to the U.S. attorney's office. There also was no PediaSure, police said, which a year prior had been prescribed to the child for digestive problems and frequent diarrhea.

At a sentencing hearing in mid-May before U.S. District Judge Robert Brack, Christie sobbed that she was sorry, the Sun-News reports.

"I'll never get to see her grown up. ... That weighs on my heart. That was my little girl," Christie said slowly, with difficulty, her shoulders hunched and the chains on her wrists shaking. "It was my responsibility to take care of her, and I failed her, and I'm sorry."

Okay, people like this really piss me off...I would love to be able to have more kids, but that's just not going to happen...This bitch had 2 kids...One lives with her parents and she fucking kills the other one...and you know this little girl asked for food, it's not like she was an infant who couldn't speak...