Stupidity, Manners and Man Candy

   I try my best to have an open mind about everything. I don't care what consenting adults do behind closed doors. I don't care what color you are unless your purple and that would fan-damn-tastic and I would be so jealous. I don't care how much you weigh or don't weigh. I don't care what your politics are or what religious belief (or is believes?) you have. I  guess I should not say I don't care cause that makes me sound like insensitive ass. Its not that I don't care it's more I well I guess it is that I don't care. What I do care about is stupidity. Especially when stupidity meets the internet. There really is no reason for stupidity with today's easy access to learning tools. Maybe I am being a bit harsh but I guess it can be one of my many flaws. I have no patience with stupidity. I don't like having to explain something to someone that they should already know how to do. I don't like having to repeat myself over and over again. It annoys me more  than you could ever imagine. I mean come on people READ DIRECTIONS please I am begging you.
    Do you know what is worse than stupidity? Someone being mean. Not sarcastic or snarky but plain mean. There is no reason for it at all. None. Words can and do hurt people. Sometimes we do not realize the effects our words have on other people. I know I am guilty of not thinking  through what I say to a person. It is even easier to do that when sitting behind a computer. You don't see what effect your words have on the person you are *talking* to. You become braver than you normally would be. More bold and maybe aggressive. I try to remember that the screen name I am talking to is a person just like me. I may slip sometimes but I try to have some manners. That is what we lack when we get behind a screen is manners. <sighs>
    Excuse my poor grammar I haven't had a good night sleep in weeks. I keep having nightmares. I think I have told you about them. They suck. I have tried my sleeping meds and I still have them. I guess I am stuck with them. I am bit grouchy, no bitchy is the more appropriate word. I can't seem to help it. I think I need some good look man candy to come give me a lap dance and feed me grapes.Not at the same time...wait a minute..yes at the same time!!! Oh yes that might help some...

The Cadet of Tildor By Alex Lidell Review

The Cadet of Tildor By Alex Lidell was a little but of a let down for  me. It was nothing at all what I expected it to be. The heroine,Renee, was suppose to be kick ass. She tried but she could not quite make it. She trained and trained and trained but still couldn't do it. She failed in her classes and even cheated. She acted like a spoilt child when she was punished. She spent a magority of the book feeling ashamed, wondering what she should do, or glaring at people
  The Cadet of Tildor wasn't a bad book by no means. I just could not get into it. May in the next book Renee will grow up some.

Dreams, Gods and Hookers

Today has not been a good for the most part. I woke up with a headache. I had nightmares most of the night. Not really nightmares more like bad dreams. I have always been a vivid dreamer. Sometimes I remember most of the what I dreamt and other times I forget within minutes of being awake. For some reason the bad ones stick around more  than the good ones. Some people say that dreams are just a result of manifestations of our deepest desires and anxieties. In the Greek and Roman periods, the people believed that dreams were direct messages from the gods or from the dead, and that they predicted the future. As for me I try to think to much on it. My brain is not a nice place to be most of the time. My mind wonders enough as it is during the night, no telling what goes in when I have no control over what I think. That would be like being a sex addict and living a block away from hooker central.
  I keep having this recurring dream about being chased by this wolf like creature, a werewolf. Its not a simple as me trying to outrun the monster though. I am in this mansion like house. There is people trapped in cages and I have to solve a riddle, puzzle or some kind of test in order to save them. There is a time limit on how long I have to save them and I am being chased by this werewolf creature at the same time. Actually it doesn't look like a werewolf it looks like the Hyena-Swine from Dr. Moreau Island. If I don't save them within the time frame allowed they are horribly killed and their ghost haunts the rest of the dream saying " Why didn't you save me. I am dead because of  you". The dream always ends the same I am running down a dark hallway I see the door at the other end but its locked. The monster is so close I can smell his putrid breath. I trip and can't get up cause my legs don't work and then the creature is laughing as the people in the cages are being killed and he is looming over me with his mouth open, blood and gore is oozing out of mouth on me. He gets ready to take a bite of good 'ol Jen. I wake him.
  So, what's your interpretation of that dream? Is it that I feel guilty for not protecting someone? That I feel that everyone depends on me? Or could it simply be because of the books I read? I don't know myself...
 What do you dream about?

Is there more danger now?

For some reason this post wasn't sent through when I wrote it so I will attempt to resend now.

My niece Lauren,9 years old, is playing on the carport. I can see her from where I am at and I find myself constantly looking to make sure I see her. I have everyone checking on her every five minutes. I am sure I have gave myself an ulcer. I am not worried that she will leave the carport. I worry about someone else getting  or causing harm to her. Yes I live in a small town but crime,evil, is everywhere. I remember when my kids were her age and younger how I would keep a close on eye  them when they were outside but I feel either there is more danger now or that I am more aware of how much bad is out there in the world. That the nice ol' grade school teacher down the road may not be such a nice person. That your smiling neighbor or helpful co worker or the ones that are suppose to be the ones you go to for help are going to cause more harm than anything else. Does the danger seem more so now or has it always been this way all along and now with technology and social media we just hear/see about it more?

The Sentinel By Jeremy Bishop Book Review

I just have finished The Sentinel By Jeremy Bishop. This was the first book by Mr. Bishop that I have currently had the pleasure of reading. I was tired of reading the same old plots and wanted something different. I'm glad that I chose this book. I think I may have even gotten for FREE from Amazon. The first half of the book is a little slower. We get to know the protagonist, Jane Harper. Jane is a strong, sarcastic and level headed. After the first half of the book (55% according to my kindle) things pick up pace and doesn't stop til the end. The book take place in the frozen landscape of Greenland. Jane starts out undercover aboard an anti-whaling activist boat and ends up stranded on a seemingly deserted island. There is a mixture of Viking myth and folklore (which I loved) concerning the "monsters". They were a mixture of Zombie/Vampire (no sparkling here hehe sorry I couldn't help myself). If you like your books with a little gore,action, adventure with a dose of dark humor and a splash of snark then you would like this book. When I got to the part about the polar bear I knew I had to finish this book and find more books by the wonderful Mr. Bishop. On a side note I loved the cover,mainly because our heroine is clothed and not showing off all of her assets. -:)

**I am not a representative of Amazon or the Author and/or Publishing Company. I was not paid or asked to make the above review**

Peace, Karma and Wizzard

 I swear I never have a moment of peace. How many times have we all said that in our life? I am getting really annoyed right about now. Let me explain a few things. Go ahead and get comfortable, lean back and prop your feet up. Alright first of  all let me be clear that I really do love all my wackadoo family. Thats settled. I don't know how much I have told you about my current health issues, thank you Karma for kicking my ass for past regressions. To make it a simple and quick as I can lets just go with this..March 9,2010 I died, twice. My liver and kidneys went on vacation without setting up a replacement. At the same time I had three blood clots that thought that they would have a party in my lungs.I also found out I was diabetic  I'm also a big girl. You know you love my curves. Its okay I won't tell anyone, maybe. Anyway I had a stroke-like event (hey don't give me that look thats what the doctor said). They are unsure on the amount of brain damage from lack of good 'ol  O₂. I know that things that use to be easy for me are harder. My short term memory sucks. I can't walk, yet. When I first came home I couldn't do anything for myself. Believe this has taught me humility. Of the seven deadly sins I think that pride has always been mine. And for six month I had to depend on others for every single thing. Not being to even feed myself or sit up. Lets not get into the bathroom end of things. UGH no, you really don't wanna know. No fast forward to present day. I still can't walk yet. I can do most everything for myself as long as walking isn't involved. I can now get to the side of the bed and put both feet on the floor. Yah! I do lots of exercise,yes I look ridiculous doing them on the bed but I am doing them. My right side of my body is a lot weaker than my left. Odd huh? I thought it was suppose to be the other way. Anyway when I got brought home from the hospital the doctors were not optimistic that I would be able to stay home. I was bound and determined to not go back to the hospital for fear of them illegally harvesting my organs or pronouncing me dead when I wasn't! Its happened before I read it somewhere on facebook so its fact, right? Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, so when I got sent home we set me up the living room because of all the equipment I needed at the time and lots of other reasons. Now at this time there was only 5 of us living here. Then my brother-in-law got medically discharged from the Army due to injuries he got in Iraq. They needed a place to stay due to financial reasons. So, they moved in with us. Now we are a family a 10. I am still in the living room. Just about everyone has to tell me everything they do. I mean everything. Most the time it does not bother me too bad. I guess its just everything that is going on in my head at the moment makes it harder to ignore all the noise. Its not really the noise its the talking to me. It feels like someone is constantly wanting to talk to me. Tomorrow I am going to tally it up. 
  Sometime when someone is talking to me I imagine chopping their heads off. But then I am afraid that I might have used a charmed blade and the head would still talk (Hey it happened in Sandman Slim). Then I think about how awesome it would be to have super powers so that I could blast them into smithereens  Then I think about all the dust, ash and bones that would be left. I wouldn't have anyone to clean it up cause I can't walk, yet. Then I think well if I had super powers maybe I could heal myself. Then somehow the government would find out and they would kidnap me and do all kinds of test on me. See this is all happening because people won't shut up for five minutes! Thanks a lot guys you know how I feel about the government and tests in general. Both sucks!
 Great now I forgot what I wanted to talk to you about.. Damnit.. Oh yeah I know cats! You know those people that carry around pictures of thier cats? Or have tons of posts with every single  thing their cat does? I use to complain about those people. I would say things like " They need to get life" Who in the hades cares?" I am sadden to say I have become one of those people. So, here is a treat for you..
     

 This was my baby kitty cat. He is name is Wizzard. Yes with two z'a because he is that awesome. This was what he looked like two years ago. Now he is this monstrosity.

This one is about six months old. Now here is one of him in his chair I got him. Yes I got my cat a chair. He needed one. He told me so.

Now I think I will end this post for the day. See ya around tomorrow or later or something...I feel like there was something I was wanting to say but forgot...

Dark Thoughts and Good Books

I woke up this morning to another day. I bet you thought I was going to try to say something clever. Nope, not me. If you are looking for clever you are at the wrong place. I am listening to Time after Time By Ozzy Osbourne. I find that listening to good ol' Oz helps soothe me. My mind has not been a good place lately. I feel like dark closing in. I try everything in my power to keep the storm clouds at bay knowing  regardless that I will be consumed by them in the end. Sometimes I wonder why do I fight a never ending battle that I know I can not win? Then I look to my daughter laughing at something her father told her. I listen to my son who has is discussion making a cricket farm, to use as bait for his latest obsession, fishing. My youngest niece who still thinks I am the smartest and best aunt ever. I know that what I am gonna say may sound lame but they are what keep me going. Music helps. Music helps use to help more that it does now. But I think I have damaged my hearing with all those years of music blaring as loud as I could get it go. So, now books have taken the front. A good book that can draw me and take me on an adventure outside of my head. My head is dangerous place to be sometimes. Here lately more so than it has been in a long time. If only I was talented enough to write but as you can tell my grammar sucks and I think the I love the genius who invented spell check.
   This morning I started reading, The Sentinel By Jeremy Bishop, it is different from what I have been reading lately. I a little over half way and it has just picked up to the action. Mr.Bishop has so far spent the first half of the book letting me  get to know the female protagonist, Jane Harper. I find that so far I like her. I will let you know when I am done if I still like her.I am reading it on my Kindle, who I am currently having a love affair with, and I have not skipped any pages at all. Here is the information on the book:
 In the frigid waters off the Arctic Ocean, north of Greenland, the anti-whaling ship, The Sentinel, and her crew face off against a harpoon ship in search of Humpback whales. When the two ships collide and a suspicious explosion sends both ships to the bottom, the crews take refuge on what they think is a peninsula attached to the mainland, but is actually an island, recently freed from a glacial ice bridge.
Seeking shelter, the two opposing crews scour the island for resources. Instead, they find Viking artifacts, the preserved remains of an ancient structure and a stone totem warning of horrible creatures buried in the island's caves. Facing violent, frigid storms, a hungry polar bear and the very real possibility that they are stranded without hope of rescue, Jane Harper leads the two crews, who must work together to defend themselves against an ancient evil upon which the modern stories of both zombies and vampires are based.
The original undead are awake and hungry. Beware the Draugar.
Its in the Horror Genre which is something I don't normally read. I am a fantasy chick. Here lately I felt like I was ready the same couple of books over and over again. Just change a couple of the "monster" and bam! Oh I digress ( I have ALWAYS wanted to say that in a sentence!) What was I talking about? Crap I forgot..anyway thats enough for today.. See ya around next time... Leave me a comment or two..

Am I overreacting?

I was just told something that happened that I was not told about.. That earlier in the week Matt was outside cleaning some fish he had caught. A police officer stopped and told him that he needed to stop cleaning the fish because there was kids in the neighborhood. Okay first off where he was cleaning them at nobody could see him. Number two only one other house in our neighbor has children and they weren't even at home. Number three its my damn house. This makes me mad. What do you all think? Should I be upset or am I overreacting?

Funky Rambling

I have been a funk lately. I hate it when I get in a funk. Why you ask? Well, because frankly it really sucks. In case you haven't noticed from my posts I have what is called "Manic Depression". Along with a side order of "Social Anxiety". Now add in all my other issues, throw in a dash of peculiarity and top it off with dark sense of humor and you have ME! 
  I know am far from perfect. What you thought I was? Why thank you, I am awesome. Where was I ? Oh yeah, perfection. Most of us have many flaws. Some we admit freely and others we don't even want to admit to ourselves much the world. I mean who wants to admit that they have flaws?  
  I have many flaws, imperfections if you will. I have terrible grammar. I tend to be impatient. I have little or no tact at all. As for physical imperfections I am not going there today. See there is another flaw. I own up to though and don't portray myself as something I am not. That annoys more than I can express. When someone acts like they are perfect. I am a lazy person (ha see another flaw) and it would take too much work to be perfect.
  How did I go from being in a funk to perfection? See another flaw, no I don't refer to them as flaw but quirks. I have many quirks. What about you do you have any quirks?

Turning 37 and ranting

Over the weekend I turned 37. I have dreaded turning 37 for the past ten years, since I turned 27. Why you ask? Well the answer may not make sense to anyone but me. My mother died when she was 37. My father died when he was 47. My grandparents also died with the number 7 involved. So, I have the fear of turning 37. Of course if I think about I was born on 07-06-1976. So that already has a couple of 7's then add in turning 37. It scares the beejee bee's out of me. Is this irrational? Without a doubt it is.I try not to dwell on it but I just can't seem to not think about it. 
  On to other things.. I have been looking through the e-books over on Amazon. A lot of the ones I have been sifting through are those that are free or the 99¢. I have never heard of most of the authors. Some of them have been good but a lot have been awful. I like the fantasy genre along with the fantasy sub genres. Here lately most of the books I have came across are like the same book! Maybe change the supernatural being around or something is the only difference. Maybe throw in several sex scene. Now don't get me wrong I like a good steamy sex scene but come on people if you are about to be slaughter you really don't have time for a quickie in the shower! Or leaning on tree.. really a tree?Another thing I can not stand is the "insta love" . You know what I am talking about...One look across the room and our eyes met and I knew that was soul my mate and I can not live without them. Really?I also don't like those that take over half of the book to convince the main character of the paranormal or supernatural exists. What about those that have the main character's family was killed in an auto accident/murder/abandoned at birth? Its like the same book over and over again..Maybe I should find a different genre to read for a while...
   I suppose that is enough bitching for one post... Till next time my friend..