Where've I Been?

I've had my nose in some books....that's where i've been. Reading the Left Behind Series....I can't seem to put those books down. I've been Christmas Wrapping and looking forward to hanging out with friends and family. Creatively, I'm in a slump. My brain is swimming.

I finally gave in and signed up for Classmates, so that I could reconnect with some old friends. To my surprise I had a message waiting for me. It's really cool when poeple pass through your mind and then you're able to contact them. So its been really cool to find out how some of my old friends are doing. Surprising but, really, really cool.

I've had a bunch of ideas for my stories in my head, but I can't seem to focus and get them in order.

It's cold outside today...HAHAH....55 degrees.....perfect for me! COld for Florida....

I'm babbling.....

Peace ya'll!
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Little Life Lesson.....

Just for the record, HOT instant oatmeal WILL Burn the SHIT out of your hand. Yes, I thought I would have myself a nice bowl of vanilla, cinnamon oatmeal. I took it out of the microwave and it somehow sloshed onto my hand. Now, hot oatmeal is like NAPALM on your frickin hand! I didn't know what to do first drop the bowl or stuff my hand in the freeze. I dropped the bowl and stuck my hand under some cold water. The oatmeal however, STUCK to my hand, burned my fingers and continued to burn well after the water had rinsed it away. Yeah, so if you're feel for some oatmeal, DON'T SPILL IT ON YOUR HAND!

Peace Ya'll!

And Then There Were 3......

Let's pick up where we left off....home safely at my mother's. No sleep and hungry. Did I mention that? Yeah, well.....okay. So, we are keeping my grandmother company, God bless her she's got alzheimer's. It sucks because she tells the best stories, but over and over and over again. I try to ask her questions to make her thing of other details, but somehow she manages to just re-tell the story. I love her so much and it makes me sad that this happens. Finally my mom gets home with the kids from the wedding that she participated in. She had made a pot of beef stew for us, but it didn't look quite finished. We sat around while my mom puttered with the stew..... now, usually my mom is a GREAT cook, but this stew....EEEWWW!

We sat and chatted and I could feel my throat and my ears getting sore. I woke up on Friday morning with a bunch o'congestion. I figured it was my normal morning stuff. No such luck....enter sinus infection stage left.

Well, what are ya gonna do?? So, we enjoyed my family, my niece and nephew. Sunday morning, we walked down to the lake. Lana was having the best time ever! We took the kids down to throw rocks into the lake and wouldn't you know that my crazy dog just jumped right on in and went looking for the rocks. Weirdo! It was so cold, I was worried that she would get sick. YEah right! Her and Flash, (my Pop's dog) were having so much fun! My brother and his family came over to see us. It was crazy! So many kids running around like looney tunes. We had a good time! We went shopping with my mom for turkey day. My pregnant sister and the kids. I was feeling worse and worse. We baked, we cooked. It was relaxing, and good to be with my family.

Every morning that we were there, my pop would get up and cook breakfast for me and the kids.

THAT's My POP and my little bro.
French toast and bacon....it was AWESOME!! I LOVED the weather. It was cool in the mornings and would warm up in the afternoon. The leaves were beautiful. Katrina got to sleep in as much as she wanted or could. My mom's house is kinda crazy. I kept feeling worse and eventually lost my voice. My mom took me to her doctor and he gave me MAJOR antibiotics. I started feeling better right away. Then, wouldn't you know it Katrina started getting sick. Not good she has bad, bad tonsils. So, we tried to keep her away from my grandma.
We ate yummy turkey dinner, made a fire and roasted marshmallows, and played cards. It was fun but no good that we were feeling so lousy. My sister kept having labor pains, it was frustrating. What can you do? Doctors don't like to come in during the holidays. We tried to just enjoy our last couple of days there and relax. Things were starting to get hectic as they usually do around my family. OY! Saturday morning, we loaded up the car, ate breakfast, and got on the road. I tried so hard not to cry. I LOVE being in Arkansas, the mood is so different. People are nicer, and it's just so quiet there. We waved goodbye and hit the road again. Poor Lana, was so sad. She couldn't understand why were leaving the best dog park EVER! I drove, because it was daylight and poor Katrina was feeling HORRIBLE!!!! I made it all the way to Jackson, Ms. We got on yet ANOTHER funky road because there were no signs for 98 South. Oh MY GOD!! It was TERRIBLE!! More scary road, just trying to find our way. Rain, bridges, and all the dark, inky black darkness. No lights, no houses, SCARY for us. We just needed to find our way. FINALLY we get on 98 North so we can make a u-turn and go South.

Katrina Got us to Pensacola around midnight that night. We had planned on stopping so we wouldn't be exhuasted again. We stopped at the Red Roof Inn off of I-10. Lana got to stay in the room with us. What adventures Katrina and I have. It was pouring rain when we woke up in the morning. We got gas, got breakfast and off we went again at about 7a.m. The closer we got to 75 the worse and worse traffic got. Oh my goodness it was terrible. Literally a CRAWL. We should've been home around 4:30 in the afternoon and didn't get home until almost 8p.m. Katrina felt lousy, luckily she had Monday off to try and re-couperate. As we pulled into our parking lot a terrible thought entered my mind..... The Deathtrap. Would it be working? What will we do if it's not working?

Katrina took Lana to go potty....I went to check the deathtrap. Oh surprise it's NOT WORKING!!! I just want to pull my hair out!! I RUN, yes, RUN up 3 flights of stairs where said trap is stuck. I am determined to beat it into submission. I kick, I push, I jump. Finally the doors close and it begins to go to the 1st floor. Now, most sane people wouldn't EVER get into this DAMN thing, but not me. I have this fucker under my control. I get Katrina, we unpack the car and get in the elevator. No problems, it takes us up to the 4th floor. We get stuff into the house and have to make one more trip. Katrina decides that she will do this. She heads downstairs gets the rest of the stuff and gets back into the deathtrap. It comes up 2 1/2 floors and jerks to a halt. It starts up again and jerks to a halt. It finally releases her onto the 4th floor. I am going to blow the damn thing up I SWEAR!! I hate this FRICKIN place!! UGH!!

Home in our bed, in our home..... SLEEP..... THANK GOD we got home safe. Now I gotta get Katrina to the doctor. Monday morning, she goes and we get her antibiotics. We also went to see HArry Potter and the Goblet of Fire!! YEAH!! Awesome movie...NOT for kids at ALL!!

Okay, I'm tired now. I feel like I just went through all that driving again.

Peace ya'll!!

Moving Right Along......and Whatnot

Let's continue shall we? Okay.......so with car and creature packed and ready off we go. I'm driving because I cannot drive at night. Katrina is chillin and puppy Lana is thinking that we are gong to a dog park.....BOY will she be surprised. No problems driving, a little rain, a little traffic.... it starts to get dark. Now, as previously stated I cannot drive in the dark so, Katrina and I switch places just outside of Orlando. She doesn't have a problem with this. I, however begin to panic. Yes, PANIC.....I tell her to turn around I want to go home. I'm freaking out. She does her best to calm me; but I have to work through it. Apparently I am too far from my comfort zone. I'm desperately trying to calm down....deep breathing....smacking of the head. I know it's ludacris to try and trun around now....we've come so far. Next rest area we stop. I walk the dog, (distracting), I go potty, (also distracting).....I get a hug from Katrina....all is well with the world. God bless her she knows what to do in these situations and doesn't leave my ass on the side of the road.

Finally, we get out of Florida, (longest state in the WORLD! UGH!) 3a.m. and Mobile Alabama is giving us fits....for some reason we always get turned around in Mobile. we pull off the road and ask directions to the road we need. Now, let me just give you a little history....Katrina is terrible with "directions" ie... N, S, E, W.....buit is a phenomal driver. I am the navigator extraordinaire....yes, me and my Atlas.... I have marked our path and we are sticking to it. After getting directions from the kind people at the gas station, we head back on our way. Now, just to be clear the road I chose to take us into Mississippi I thought was a highway.

Route 45, is NOT a hwy. Rte 45 is the DEVIL! A Dark, DARK devil.... Katrina somehow manages to navigate the winding, hilly, pitch black roads at evil o'clock in the morning..... we are desperate for any sign of life....another car, a porch light....ANYTHING......as I am looking at my Atlas I figure out that we can cut over to 84 and take us into Mount Olive and Magee, MS.. our savior from our last trip....however, we have to figure out how to get there from where we are. Finally a light out of the dark takes us to a gas station.....we get out, 2 women travelling with their dog ALONE....we're nervous. But I'm BRAVE and I get out of the car with my Atlas about to go into the station, when this big, dark man stops me.... "Whatch ya'll lookin fer?"
I show him my atlas and explain that we're trying to get to 84 to Laurel. He explains the directions and points the way. I thank him VERY much and get back in the car. Katrina is done pumping gas, and I tell her where we're going.

As we are pulling out of the station, the man whips is car beside us honking his horn and pulls in front of us. We assume he wants us to follow him. Mind you we are apprehensive....(SHAME on US) we follow him. I tell Katrina that if I think he's taking us somewhere we shouldn't be, we will pull off the road and head in another directions. We're both a little worried that he might be driving us somewhere to get us lost with his buddies. HOW WRONG WE WERE!!!!! Let me tell you something....whenever anyone in our family travels, my mom always says, "ANgels, Angels, Angels." Now this is if we are going to work or anywhere outside of the house. Well, ANGELS IN ACTION. This kind, kind man drove us all the way to the hwy we wanted, made sure we got on in the right direction and then made a u-turn and went back the way he came. God sent us an angel that night.

Now, at this point Katrina and I are both exhausted, we decide to find a hotel and get some sleep. No, of course we didn't make a reservation. Well, of course there are no hotel rooms to be found. We pull into a Comfort Inn Parking lot, in LAUREL, MS; find the most well lit spot and try to get some sleep. God Bless our puppy she is sooo very good. Poor Katrina is soo tired but cannot sleep. I, however, do not have this problem. No sooner do I close my eyes at 4a.m., than I am asleep. For about 1 1/2 hrs. I sleep. 5:30 rolls around and we decide to just bite the bullet and get going. I take over driving because during the day is the only time that I can. I want Katrina to sleep, poor thing.

We get to RT 49 which takes us to I-20 in Jackson...YEAH!!! We will be on I-20 for a while. All the way to Shreveport where we'll catch U.S. 71.....YIppee which will takes us right into Mena, Arkansas. I'm loving the changing leaves, the wonderful Fall colors....I'm so happy. Katrina is able to get a little sleep....and I drive for the next 5 hours. We switch 3/4 of the way there, because I'm starting to tense up. I just want to get there. Trink gets behind the wheel and off we go.Finally, at about 2p.m. Saturday afternoon we arrive at mom's house.....OH THANK GOD!!!


At this point all we can think of is sleep. It's funny, no one locks their door in Mena, it's so safe....we let Lana out, who is so excited she doesn't know what to do with herself....I can hear her little doggy mind....(This is the BEST DOG PARK EVER!!!) My mom lives on 5 acres on a mountain top. We go inside to let my grandma know we're here.....she's soo excited. We unpack the car and just as we're about to lay down...... up pulls my sisters, Heather and Chelsea. We didn't stop to see my little brother Todd on the way in because we're so tired....but the girls show up because they need to use the phone. I'm so tired....we chat with them and then I tell em they got to go because we need to sleep.

We didn't sleep, we couldn't we were full of adrenaline. We tried....boy did we try. Nothing doing. My family comes home from the wedding they were at....and hugs and kisses ensue. YEAH we made it safely!!! WHAT A Trip!! But wait......it can't be that easy.....can it?

Not if you're me and Trink.......(to be con't)

The Best Laid Plans.......

Hello All.....we're home from a beautiful Fall vacation. Where shall I start? Ay yes....the beginning....



Scheduled to leave on November 18th we were so excited to get going. Thursday night had different plans for us. Thursday night, we had planned on seeing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at a midnight showing. Yeah we're so excited because we are geeks and just couldn't wait to see it at any other time. Okay....so Katrina orders tickets online and we're ready to go. 5pm comes around and I get a phone call..... "D, the car won't start." "WHAT?!!" "The car....won't...start. Listen." Various clicking and wheezing noises come through the line.... "HOLY SHIT ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!" I begin FREAKING out....yes, I'm pissed. Not because I'm worried about my vacation, but because we want to see Harry Potter..... (My priorities are screwed up!) "Hold on I'm gonna call Roadside assistance....I'll call you right back.


"Roadside is on their way, you'll get a phone call confirming time etc..."
"Okay.... are you sure?"
"Yeah they'll be there and then will tow you to the dealership. Call me when they get there I'll see if I can find you a ride home."

I proceed to call my friend June who is on her way home from work. She agrees to bring Katrina home, and to just give her a call if anything changes. I love our FRIENDS. Katrina calls me and lets me know that her friend Paulette is going to bring her home and that the tow guy is here. Great..... come home and we'll figure everything else out.....


Trink is home....and we're stressing....naturally the dealership is closed for the night....(6pm) but they'll take a look at the car first thing in the morning. Sounds like the battery, but we'll check it out and make sure....

Damn we wasted $16 on Harry Potter tickets.....

Fine, we figure we'll get Katrina to work somehow and take care of the car in the morning and still be able to leave at noon when we had planned. Sure, the car isn't loaded up or anything, but small setbacks.

FRIDAY MORNING::
We wake up knowing that things are gonna be insane today. Katrina calls work to let them know that she is not gonna be able to make it in, because she has no car. Thank God she has the best boss in the world. No problem. Now onto the next dilemma. How to get to the dealership? We call them to make sure that our car got there. "Yup it's here, we're getting the paperwork together and them we'll get a look at it. We'll call you when it's done."

"We have to leave for vacation today." I tell him this as if he gives a rats' ass.
"No problem, it's probably just the battery."

Okay, Okay....long story short, we get the runaround all morning and about 12:30 we decide to take a cab over to get on someone's ass about it. Now, I don't know how many of you have taken cabs before??? Well, never AGAIN!!! F*CKING RIPOFF!! Moving along...... we get to the dealership, and wouldn't you know it? Tim tells us.... "I was just about to call you guys....it's all done we're just gonna wash her for ya and you can be on your way."

"FUCK YOU TIM! FUCK YOU!! I don't want a wash, just gomme my car now. I've got to go!"

Car under our butts we head home and get the car all packed up and the animals all fed, and the dog all dressed. 1:30 finally we're on the road......

TO Be Continued...

It's a MIRACLE!!!

The Deathtrap LIVES!!!!!!!!!! It's amazing!!

I've got to say, I really dispise living here, and since the storm...the place looks worse than ever. I really miss the trees and the bushes. However, I think it's amazing how people become less self involved when there's been a common disaster. I walked Lana yesterday morning and one of my neighbors was outside having a cigarette. As I was passing him he asked me how my apartment was and we ended up talking about all the events of the past couple of weeks. He's had it WAY worse than me. It's nice to know that people are concerned and that they're nice. Where I live you tend to look at everyone suspiciously. Sad but true.

So finally our door is fixed and the elevator is functioning. I got in with trepidation and was so excited when it opened on the first floor.

So, this weekend we will be up in Arkansas having a great time with the whole fam damily!!! YIPPEEE!! I'm looking forward to it...we'll see if the drama lessens any.

Will update when we get back!

PEACE ya'll!

^-^ ME and CHOCOLATE ^-^

Well, that says it all doesn't it?? Me and chocolate. I have a SERIOUS sweet tooth....and when I'm craving....there is NO stopping me. I gotta tell you....I have THE best girlfriend in the WORLD.....somehow she manages to love me....even when I eat chocolate that's not mine. I'm a nighttime, alone, emotional eater. I know I shouldn't be eating....(there are signs up everywhere) But I just can't stop myself....if there's nothing I like in the house....I don't eat....so...that's the solution right??? RIIIIGGGHHHHTTTT....and then I have to deny my girlfriend which I am really really bad at..... I'm amazed at how much she loves me really.... I would've kicked my own ass if I could still reach it....

Moving along to hellhole that is our apartment.....my KNEES are killing me....going down the stairs is way worse than coming up them. I asked our apartment manager when the "deathtrap" would be fixed, mind you that it was supposed to be fixed the week of WILMA, but...NOOOOO......so I figure that since its already on the schedule that would take place soon right? Her reply? "Next week sometime...maybe it's going to take a couple of weeks." THANK GOD we'll be in Arkansas visiting our ARKY family.....I'm looking forward to Turkey.....yum yum.....

Peace ya'll!

OH THAT Hurricane Part Deux....

DANGLING ROOF......^

Okay, picking up where we left off....our apartment was TRASHED. No warning, no notice NOTHING from the leasing office. I lost it. I mean, LOST IT! There was stuff all over our bed from the bathroom, from our walls. I didn't know what was broken, what was ruined. NOTHING. I started crying terribly. Where would we stay? We had no ceiling, no walls....our apartment was fine when we left in the morning. So, of course I call my family....my brother THE COP being the first person I call. He tells me to call Plantation Police and make a general report with them. He also tells me that he's on his way up from Kendall and he's taking off work because I'm soo upset.... (My HERO).

Plantation PD tells me there's nothing they can do. We should find somewhere to stay....(easy for you to say...where the hell do we go?) We start documenting all the damage with our video camera. I don't even know where my digital camera is. I start calling some friends to see if there's anywhere we can stay. My head hurts, my cats are FREAKED OUT and I've got to pack them all up and find somewhere to sleep. Hotells are booked for WEEKS....and well we're on the kindness of our friends. My brother shows up and all hell breaks loose.....he's PISSED. Helps us get the car loaded up and tells us to raise holy hell with the leasing office.

Trink calls our friend Shannon to see if we can stay at his place even though he doesn't have power....he says "SURE! We're all over here at Jen's though why don't you come here get a shower and some sleep though." So, we head up to Jen's....she's got a tiny 2/1....and there are six people already staying there....OY VEY! Me, Trink and Lana get an air matress in the livingroom. We are SOO VERY grateful. The cats are downstairs in the complex "common room". It's midnight and Jen is up with us, making sure we're okay....God Love her she's got such a big heart. I can't calm down....I'm having a panic attack and Trink is desperate to calm me. Jen goes to sleep, and Trink and I try to get some. Rough night....terrible.....but oh were we happy to be somewhere safe with people we love.

The next morning.... we decide we just can't stay here and Shannon tells us to setup at his place. The cats can have the guest bedroom and we can have his room. This way we don't have to pack the creatures up whenever we leave to get stuff down. Again, we are GRATEFUL and happy. He has no power but we don't care. We drop off the cats and head out to our leasing office to find out... WTF?!?! When we speak with our manager her words are..... "They did your apartment? But you didn't have any damage!"

Our reaction was priceless.... "NO SHIT!!! So now what?"

"Well, I don't understand what is going on, can you find a hotel?"

"Are you kidding me? What about all of our stuff? That was strewn about? What is things are broken? Those PEOPLE came into my home tossed all of our stuff around....took our ice, our water and our food. WHAT THE FUCK are you going to do about that? I'm pressing charges on someone! SOMEONE is paying for this disaster!"

Her: "I understand why your upset...they must have found damage when they were doing your neighbors apartment."

Us: "Why didn't you give us any warning? Give us the chance to move our things? Make sure that nothing was stolen??"

Her: "Weeeellll......we kept telling corporate that we needed to warn the residents...but they said, things had to be done right away.."

Us: "Annndd.d....this means WHAT to us? Our apartment was fine ALL frickin week and now all of a sudden there's an emergency?"

Clearly we are getting nowhere.....I tell her she better make it right. She tells us she'll give us a credit on our rent....and will take care of any items that may be damaged. DAMN RIGHT YOU WILL!!

No what do we do??? Find another place to stay......so we stay at Shannon's and get rained out of his place on Tuesday morning..... leaks springing up all over the place. We pack up all the animals, and head up to Jupiter where our friend Tammi is going to put us up. THANK GOD!!! But Let me tell you...they are going to take the gas off of our rent as well..... DAMMIT!!!!

Cut to Wednesday and our anticipated arrival home...... They have the drywall up...and the ceiling.....HALLELUJAH!!!! We unpack everyone and make them safe....SCRAPE off our bed...and sleep......

Thursday morning...they came in and sprayed and painted and plasticed....and.....CRAPOLA are you ever going to be done? I giggle as I watch them try to use the DEATHTRAP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH It laughs at them unmoving...... I am happy to be home....but it's not the same....it will NEVER be the same again......

DAMN THAT Elevator....my knees are killing me!!!!

PEACE Ya'll!!!

OH! THAT Hurricane

HOLY CRAP!!!!! I don't even know where to start. Hurricane Wilma came through here and blew everything around us to SHIT! We lost power on Monday night (Oct 24th) at 7a.m. We took this instride no big deal. Our thoughts subsisted of "Will that branch come through the kitchen window?", "Will our windows hold?", "How many games of monopoly can two people play?".

We listend to Bryan Norcross tell us that Broward County would be sustaining the worst weather....and wouldn't you know, that smack dab, right in the middle of Wilma's path is me. We remained calm, unshaken. I told myself, 'I lived through Andrew, I can handle this.' Hours passed, seeming like days. The wind howled and shook and tried to tear our roof off....(it did in some places). Our apartment remained unscathed. In the end the only damage we had was to our front door. Water leaked in and made it soggy. No problem. We were alive..that's what matter..... I looked out my kitchen window...at the DEATHTRAP, there, it remained a staunch sentinel refusing to budge. No surprise here. I had hoped that it would have been destroyed in the winds...taken away to a place where elevators that refuse to do they're jobs are tortured endlessly by working consistently. But I digress....

With the power out we played board games and listened to the radio. Watched dvd's on our portable player. Our management came by to assess the damage... we had none, they took notes. Friday came and we still had no power. We were not concerned, we were able to get food and water....we needed gas and waited in line for 2 and 1/2 hrs to fill up. We were happy to do it! My big brother called to let me know that he had power in Miami-Dade and we should come down and do laundry and have a hot shower! So Saturday morning, first thing we packed up and drove on down...happy as could be. We did our laundry, had hot showers, and ate our first hot meal in days....We left his house about 8p.m....to beat the curfew of 11p.m.... dooo dooo dooo!! We were happy happy.... as we trudged up stairs we passed some neighbors... "Hey guys, are you okay? Able to stay in your apartment?"
"No, they put us up in the Holiday Inn...we're going there until they're done."
"Okay, take care..." Doo dooo dooo!! Home again...lalalalalal....

I open the door to our undamaged, electric-free apartment.....and what do I find???.... That's right people.......they came in and tore down walls, and ceiling, and our bathroom was torn to pieces....WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!!!!!?!?!?!?!?

I'm astonished and can hardly catch my breath. The apartment that had sheltered us so well through the storm and ALL week was now a SHELL of it's former self........

The saga and what followed will continue tomorrow.....TUNE IN!! I'm back......

PEACE Ya'll!

**** Hurricane? What Hurricane?? ****

Well, Frannie Panics about most everything. The simplest things...being alone, stairs, the dark....but a Hurricane??? Nah! No big deal. Right now the storm is approaching to our West....and we're starting to get gusts here. The deathtrap is working....which I find humourous....and Lana is refusing to make a dootdoot....go fig!

The winds are picking up but we're fine. I'm more worried about my brother having to work in this weather. Such are the hazards of being a Miami Dade Police Officer... Ya know?

Well, I thought I would drop a note. I've got some pictures I'll post later because I carved my first Pumpkin this weekend. I'm so proud!

Peace!

Death Trap Update.....

Here is what the deathtrap looks like as we speak..... still not fixed and waiting for someone to come and fix it. Supposedly they will be here today to fix it...apparently they need an appraisal so they can replace the doors.....do you know how long that will take??? UGH!!! FRICKIN A!

Here we go AGAIN!

Julio i sNO help. Lorette is NO help. We thought is was fixed? Are you sure it's not working? YES I'm SURE YOU IDIOT!!! WOuld I be wasting my time calling you if it was working? No! I would be getting on with my routine!

Here we are at 7am on Thrusday morning, with a broken elevator. STILL broken. I'm way too fat to be going up and down those stairs. My knee is already aching again. Poor puppy is so n eglected. Lana doesn't complain that she hasn't had her play time. I can see it in her eyes, she's soo disappointed. DAMN this place! Katrina contacted the county, so hopefully they will come out today to see just what we're talking about. The lady called yesterday to give me a bunch of numbers that won't help. I told her about the branch on the roof from Hurricane Katrina, not just a little twig but a HUGE, HONKIN LOG just hangin there waiting to bust through a window. That's good because then I can sue them!! Fuckers!!

Well, that's all I got this morning! Anyone see that episode of LOST???? WTF?!?!?!

-----PEACE YA'LL-----

CAN'T TAKE IT!!!!!!

I swear if I could get out of this hell hole I would. I don't even care where we would go. It doesn't matter how many times you tell them that the damn elevator is broken they just aren't going to fix it! How many times do I have to call? I mean, it was working pretty good yesterday. And this morning, it is stuck half open on the first floor having not even come all the way down. I'm exhausted, and four flights of stairs is not good on this fat chicks body. I'm sure it's good for my heart....but holy CRAP!! I'm tired and sweaty and I can't convince my dog to go potty upstairs.

To top it all off....HURRICANE WILMA!!!! Cat 5.....should we run should we stay??? What do we do? If it hits us at that speed our apartment is TOAST! What are we gonna do with our animals? I'm not sure what to do.....I guess we'll figure it out this weekend....

Peace ya'll!

>>> Death Trap Attacks Again <<<

Oy Vey! I'm cooking dinner last night and waiting for Trinket to get home. Hands covered with flour and gook the phone rings. I grab at because I know Trink stopped at the store.

"Hello?" I say.

"Guess where I am?" Trink's voice comes through the phone and terror streaks through my heart.

"Where?"

"The elevator. It's stopping and starting....."

"Hold on I'm coming!" O rush out of the house with the phone in my hand. I can see people around the doors on the first floor and my Trink is stuck somewhere in the middle. "Push buttons...push the door closed more..." I say into the phone.

"I'm just waiting for the doors to open on any floor so I can get out." She sounds pissed but calm.

The door opens on the 2nd floor and she is safe. I hang up the phone and immediately call the leasing office for the 3rd time today. "When is this elevator going to be fixed?" I yell into the phone.

"Ma'am, the gentlemen just left here not more than 1 hour ago."

"Someone just got stuck in it. My girlfriend just this moment got stuck in it. She's out but...hello!!!?"

"Ma'am she's out right? I will call them again."

"Thanks jerky!" CLick!

Trink is pissed and I hate this hell hole..... I can't wait to get out of here!

Another Monday Morning...

Yeah....mondays when I usually do laundry. Not today. I did it yesterday so my monday is free. To do....what?? Post here...babble fruitlessly? Yeah...I guess so. When is it gonna feel like fall around here? Florida is too hot. In November we're going to Arkansas for a visit. We can hardly wait. It's such a nice break for Trink. She likes to sit outside and watch the leaves. We're bringing Lana with us so she should have a whole lot of fun.

Well, not much to note this morning....Oooohhh!! I forgot...we got an Illyria doll this weekend to add to our Buffy/Angel collection!! Whoo hoo!!

Peace!

>>>> Thoughtless Consciousness <<<<

Ever wake up in the morning feeling 'out of sorts'?
This morning I woke up with a crick on the wrong side of my pillow.
I thought I could stretch it out, and make it better.
My puppy was whinning though and my girlfriend was leaving.
Going to work on this fine Friday morning.
I miss her when she's not around. She's my spot of sanity.
The death trap released me on it's way up and Lana and I were safe.
Will we ever get out of this place? With the deathtrap, and pigeon shit?
Leave the disaster that is this hole behind?
My guitar leans in the corner begging to be played.
My paints are drying in their tubes....and my canvas sighs with need.


My days slip away from me in slumber, and thought. I write sometimes and watch the words crumble.
Her words were the only thing I could hear, and her hands were all that I could feel.
I strained to listen, to be touched by the things she said with her hands....
I fell from my pedastal when I leaned too far forward.
I fell on my knees and scrapped my pants. MY leg began to bleed.
I shrugged it off and smiled when I could still hear her words.
Soothing to my soul, and gentle on my skin. She made me smile and I realized she was mine.
I love you Trink!

Forever Amazon

PEACE!!!!

****** MORNING EXCITMENT *****

So, I tried the elevator of death this morning. The thought of trudging Lana up and down 4 flights of stairs so early in the morning makes me shiver. My girlfriend thoughtful called me from the car this morning to let me know that it was broken yet again. Did I heed her call? Did I listen to the loving thoughtfulness that she gave to me? No.... not at all.... me being the bright minded, brilliant savant that I am.... push the button... yes, the button of death. What follows is a re-enactment of what happened.....

Upon arriving at said death trap Lana knowingly pulls me toward the stairs. Nay I say, let us push the button. Having pushed the button and having no response from the "deathtrap", I descend the stairs much to Lana's joy. BUT! we are not done, we stop on each floor on the way down to push 'buttons'. 3rd floor....nothing..... 2nd floor....AHHHHH success!!! The door opens and I am happy.... (i do not want to climb the stairs back up.)

Knowing I shouldn't....Lana looking at me with those big brown eyes, pleading with me....{don't do it mommy}.... I ignore every voice shouting in my head....we step into the "box". I push another button and watch the doors close......
I am happy that I have figured out how to beat the demon....and we begin to ascend....{{{SKREECH}}} terror....as the box grinds to a halt. Between floors, ghetto purgatory. I ring the alarm, fruitlessly. I kow that no one will come to my rescue. Lana looks at me as if to say, 'I TRIED to tell you'.

Suddenly, I am superwoman, I am going to shove my dog through the emergency exit.........if it will open.....and she will become Lassie and run for help. Yes! This is the plan!

No, that didn't work.....she weighs about 55lbs....AND she doesn't speak English! DAMMIT!!!

I feel my chest constricting, my head hurts, what am I going to do. I push the alarm button again....I know it's pointless. In my fear, I jump up and down.... this is stupid....do I want to die? I've got to breathe, {WHAT WOULD SYDNEY DO?} I push on the door, I pull on the door, I will pry it open with my super charged adrenaline..... nothing....not a budge....

So, I push to further encase myself in said trap of death. the thing begins to move..... jerkily.....and stops....again...... I will not panic..... Katrina will save me..... I know she will come for me...... Lana looks at me..... {{mommy....I've got to peee}}} This is the whole reason for our descent into stupidity. OH CRAP!!! My mind races..... I'm gonna be stuck in a hot, ickily-stenched elevator, with a full bladdered dog. Again, I feel my heart pounding and am more determined than ever to get out of this......

We shove the door closed again, and move, what I can only guess is a few more feet up..... the door opens and I leap out onto solid ground..... Lana follows less dramatically. Back on the 3rd floor...we traipse back down so my puppy can relieve herself.

On shakey legs we wobble to the area. She does her business, and I can only think..... CRAP! I DON'T WANT TO WALK BACK UP THE STAIRS!!!!

My new found freedom convinces me to take my tired, overly adrenaled ass up the stairs....Lana does not complain. She pulls me willingly up the stairs.... but I can not resist, my death wish not withstanding. On the third floor.....the button it calls to me...... I push it!......the doors open magically as if it knows that I am powerless against it. I do not enter....I push a button and step out. Listening as it groans and then stops yet again..... vindicated by my brilliance..... we trudge up the remaining flight.

Lana is happy....and I am feeling sooooo very.....stupid..... why do I never listen to the thoughtful advice of my lover?

Safe again....

PEACE!!!

View from the Loo

The view from my Loo. . . looks like I'm in prison.

The view from my Loo. . . looks like the dealers won't be out til later.

Thank God that the pigeons are gone and they took their shit with them.

Looks like a nice sky today,look at that blue. Lana thinks it might rain later. I don't believe her. Sometimes she lies just to get outside.

It doesn't look that high up even though it's the fourth floor. It is hot out today. I wish the elevator wasn't a death trap. oy!

Peace!

Lana Falana Dooda

This is Lana, her proper name is: Lana Mojo Lola JoJo Sydney Bristow. Yeah...whatever.....

My mind drifts in and out.

Up and down...with words.

Feelings rush in and out.

Up and down...with sadness.

Where is the missing chemical?

Where is the solution to my problem?

One pill in the morning, another one at night.

Is it right?

Will it help?

Does it?

Frickin doctors.

Paris Sickness.....

<---- Kixie.... my little companion thanks to Terry Moore. My third tattoo. Okay, so my rant: What is the deal with Paris Hilton? Seriously? Could there be a more obnoxiously, talentless person out there? Raise your hand if you're tired of these types of people being news. What is the fascination? I can't stand that her name is even in my mind and part of my vocabulary. I am so tired of seeing this girl on tv I can't even stand it! Everytime that I hear her name I change the channel. It's truly disheartening to think that this is what our little sisters, daughters, and neices are growing up with. There's this ridiculous new generation of wealthy, spoiled brats that we are rewarding. Rewarding for being arrogant, slutty, ignorant children. We are teaching our children that it's okay to be an asshole. And don't even get me started on MTV's, My Super Sweet 16....WTF?!?!?!?

Peace!