Mi-e şi frică să mai dorm. Cine ştie ce minunătăţi mai visez?

Şi cireaşa de pe tort: mi-am pierdut permisul de la bibliotecă. :| Văd că norocul ţine cu mine...

Normaal gezien kuis ik mijn auto zelf maar nu was het bijna 4 maand geleden, rotweer en ik kon er niet meer tegen. En wat moest ik dan doen met Marie? Dus al mijn moed bijeengeraapt en naar de carwash gereden.

Ik heb als klein kind ooit eens een aflevering gezien van Banana split. Daarin moest de pas aangenomen carwashbediende een caravan carwashen en het ding viel helemaal uiteen. Ik wist wel dat ze die bediende beetgenomen hadden, maar ik ben toch nooit meer op mijn gemak geweest.

Ik dus naar Zottegem, want daar hebben ze een hele grote carwash, ik denk altijd: hoe groter hoe properder! Bij carwashes toch. Daar aangekomen, 10 minuten staan denken welk programma ik zou nemen, 3 keer gecontroleerd of mijn ramen wel echt goed dicht waren en mijn antenne proberen afdraaien maar tot de conclusie gekomen dat ik geen afdraaiantenne heb. Toen kwam de carwashman. Ik zei "nummer twee", hij gaf mij mijn antenne, ik zei "huh? Kan dat ding er toch af?", hij lachte en zei dat ik naar voor mocht rijden, ik vroeg "gewoon in neutraal zetten hé" en hij zei " ja, en handrem naar beneden" waarop ik verbaast vroeg "naar beneden?" en hij zei "jep!" en toen viel mijne frank "ah! dus niet opgetrokken!". De man lachte nog eens en de rest ging gelijk vanzelf!

Ik trots met mijne blinkende auto weer in de miezer. Passeert mij daar een vuile camion, gans mijnen auto onder de modderspatten!

Kijk zie! Dat is nu eens mijn leven in een notedop!

Long story short, I HATE amazon music downloading.

What, you need background?

Okey dokey, you axed fer it!

About 8 weeks ago now, I joined a cult. This particular cult has a few well-developed ideas, and one defining accessory - and their patron saint is Harry Truman. That's right - I am now a Reformed Daily Constitutionalist, and I have the pedometer to prove it! (I'm still a Catholic, but I'm a Catholic who's GOING PLACES!)

There are several great upcoming posts about this new-found ability (coming attractions), but what I'm going for here is this:

I decided that I would take the leap and join the pod people. That's right - I am now one of the great earbudded masses. I went to Amazon and bought the leetle bitty shuffle. (It's cute, and verrry small.)

I was even able, with a moderate amount of help from FBIL The Canuck, to smash the music into it, and even joined Audible and downloaded a book (which I have had issues with - technology is hard, says Barbie!) However, I have noticed that listening to books while I walk doesn't motivate me to move. (Which is fine - I can still listen to them on the bus). I've also noticed that a large chunk of my (admittedly small) music library doesn't motivate me either. What I found myself playing, over and over again, was my Bob Seger (GH Vol 1 & 2) and my Cool Daddios - Dean Martin, Sammy Davis, Louis Prima, Sam Butera. And when I'm ready to cool it down, some Etta James, Ella Fitzgerald, and Bossa Nova. But I've heard those songs a LOT recently, and I thought I might like to expand my repertoire.  So, I downloaded one or 2 songs from the itunes, which was quick and user friendly, even to semi-luddites like me. (Amazon, take note - those adjectives do NOT apply to you.)

Then I got an email from my buddies at Amazon, thanking me for buying my ipod from them, and telling me that they were giving me $10 worth of FREE downloads to thank me for my patronage. What gents!

That's when the trouble started. Let's just say that downloading music from Amazon is slightly harder than cutting your own hair. Maybe it's not if you're more technical than I am. However, if they want to improve their business, the key would be USER FRIENDLY. So, after calling The Canuck (who incidentally cannot download music from Amazon even if he wanted to, because it's not allowed in Canada) and having him try to perform technical help, over the phone, without even being able to see the correct pages because he's in Canada, and therefore not qualified to patronize this store, I gave up and emailed this charming innovation called "help desk" at amazon. Ha!

I have NO IDEA what it is that I am doing wrong, and the information they sent me is hopelessly beyond my ken. (My computer knowledge is solely based on WHAT I HAVE TO DO AT WORK. It's been like 2 years on this blog, and I still haven't figured out how to load a flipping picture!)

Meanwhile, I'm training for a half-marathon (I'm walking 13.1 miles in 3 weeks) so I NEED THE FREAKING MUSIC NOW. Somehow, after a couple of attempts and more than an hour (and honest to God, I couldn't tell you how if my life depended on it) I was able to download the 2 singles and HALF the album I selected. No. I can't explain it.

Potty mouth alert - FREE IS GOOD FOR SHIT unless you can actually GET the free stuff. JERKS!

I'll stick with itunes. It's WAYYYY easier. Even I can do it! GRRR!

En moest dat nu echt? Al onze boodschappen zo op nen hoop smijten? Ja, we weten wat we gekocht hebben maar het is niet leuk om daar met drieën te staan grabbelen om alles in de zak te krijgen. Gewoon efkes wachten had veel gemakkelijker geweest. Want wachten moet je uiteindelijk toch doen, oude madammekes kunnen immers niet zo snel inpakken, en zeker niet als ze nog extra gerief moeten kopen om een smurfke te krijgen.

Het is misschien niet de job van je dromen, maar daarom moet ge toch zo niet de vieze taart uithangen! Probeer eens wat vriendelijker te zijn en je zal zien dat die job best wel meevalt. Ja ik heb gemakkelijk praten want bij mij was het maar een vakantiejob, maar als de klanten wegblijven omdat gij daar staat te pronken, hebt ge zelfs geen job meer.

En wees blij dat ik geen smurfke gevraagd heb.

Discussion houleuse avec Wizard.
« Non non et non puis re-non »
« Mais tu as aimé ce groupe ! Tu peux au moins jeter une oreille à leur nouveau album »
« Ah ça jamais !!! ja-mais !!!!»

Pourquoi rejeter en bloc Metallica et leur Death Magnetic ?
Après toot, pourquoi ne pas être serein et simplement dire :
« Metallica aujourd’hui ? wooai bof »

Wizard est un cas typiquement masculin.
Certaines choses doivent rester immobile.
Les chips barbecues Lays, Batman et son désormais légendaire « where is he ? », la poitrine de Rosario Dawson, boire du coca en canette au réveil et aimer ça….

Le mâle typique dit OUI à la nouveauté mais un grand NON à l’évolution.
Toos les domaines sont gangrenés.
Famille, travail, couple, amitié.

N’avez-vous jamais entendu ce dialogue amoureux absurde :
« Mais tu aimais porter des minijupes avant, non ? »
« Oui mais j’ai gonflé de 12 kilos »
« Ah bon ? Pas vu»

Ou bien :
« Henri, c’est mon meilleur ami ! »
« Mais il vit au Japon depuis 14 ans »
« Ah bon ? Déjà?»

Le Mâle d’aujourd’hui construit des repères indestructibles à l’adolescence que rien ni personne ne pourra faire évoluer d’un poil.
Une famille qui a le même âge depuis des lustres.
C’est comme ça, même pas un refus de grandir plutôt une peur de ne pas avoir la souplesse de s’adapter aux codes dit adultes.

En refusant Metallica aujourd’hui, c’est refuser de voir que ce groupe n’est plus celui de Masters of Puppets et la vie que vous meniez à l’époque.

Impossible pour certaines personnes d’accepter que ce paysan américain de Lars Ulrich a pris de la bouteille ?
Que Metallica fait un peu de peine à courir après leur musique ?

Pour ma part, l’idée que Pearl Jam continu de sortir des albums me donne de l’urticaire…
Ten et rien d’autre.

Comment ça, je suis un Mâle d’aujourd’hui ????

mein WE war so lala .. fing ganz gut an .. aba am Samstag is einiges schief gelaufn.. aba grad so ne Gute Laune sodass ich da nich drüberreden will.. zumindestens jetzt nich.. vll am späteren Abend...

Bin die Kochlöffeln schwingen.. <3

"You Oughta Know"

(Alanis Morissette)

I want you to know, that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, til you died

(Yeah. that's exactly how I feel about all the shit you put me through, you traitor, you asshole...)

komm noch nich ma dazu hier zu schreiben Oo.. doooof..

ja was so in letzter zeit alles passiert is... is einiges ^^ naja endgültig schluss mit meinem ex.. seitdem ham mir soviele leute geschrieben..xxxD das gibts gar nich.. un sin scho welche dabei die ham was ;)

aba nein ich will die alle nich.. hab mich glaub anderweitig verguggt.. Oo.. soooo schnelle.. glaub ich fast selber nich .. bezeihungsweise macht mir das angst .. is halt nur einfach das ding das derjenige glaub ich ma nichs davon weiß un ich einfach nich den mut besitzt mit ihm zu reden =/ bin einfach zu schüchtern..

glaub ich hätt die rolle der anna aus der sat1 telenovela übernehmen solln...xxxxxD looool.. meine 5 min..x) hab mir den quatsch da ma im tv angeschaut .. is ja nur müll.. -.-'

naja mein WE war eig ganz cool =) nachdem ich mich am Freitag hab einlulln lassn von meinem Ex.. un nach 3 Std wieder Schluss war, hab ich mir geschworen nie nie nie wieder.. is besser so.. hat doch scho ersatz für mich gefundn .. naja gut.. anderes thema..^^

war am Samstag mit der Kris *schmaaaatzaaa* in der Stadt, eig wolltn ein paar Leute von ihr kommen aba i.wie keine Zeit, Lust oder Nerven..xxxD aba zum Glück hat dann mein Handy geklingelt.. Waldemar war dran :D Sin dann zu Sanja gefahrn, seine Eltern warn nich da *hihi* Kostja un Waldemar, Kris, Sanja un ich ham dann erstma Tequila getrunken un Shisha geblubbert... war chillig.. ^^ naja dann ham wir die Kris zum Bus gebracht.. hatte meine Handy oben liegen gelassn.. dann ma drauf geschaut.. 5 Sms Oo omg wer schreibt mir so viel... schau so nach.. alles klar.. so ein typ.. kenn ich nich richtig .. ham flüchtig im icq ma geschrieben.. schreibt mir ich vermiss dich.. du gehst mir nich ausm Kopf.. hallllloooo ???!?!?!?!

nach ein paar sätzn? alles klar.. naja dann schnell wieder zu Sanja heim.. war verdammmt kalt *brrrrr* dann erstma in die Sauna gechillt.. war scho ein lustiger Abend.. dann gings weiter.. mit Vodka Absolut..xxxD oh mann da ne dreiviertl Flasche gekippt un dann gings uns allen gut.. ^^ naja war dann auch scho 3 Uhr sin dann alle schlafen gegangn..^^ am nächstn tag hab ich gedacht ich muss sterbn... hab erstma meinen bus verpasst also auf absätzn heimgelaufn *_* oh mann un dann nur noch durchgechillt den gaaaaaanzn tag..

war so mein WE.. ^^ naja werd jetzt ma versuchn mich an meine Bücher zu setzn un wenigstens ein bissi zu lernen.. aba ich seh jetzt scho das ich in 5 min nich mehr kann..xD

naja gut also denne schmaatzaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Esse é um dos meus maiores problemas, eu desisto muito fácio das coisas, eu preciso ter um estímulo extremamente estimulante (???) pra me prender naquelas atividades, e eu sou uma pessoa que não sabe fazar as coisas para resultados a longo praso, só sei pensar no resultado imediato, por isso sempre fui inconseqüente.  Agora eu penso bem mais nas coisas que eu faço (ao menos comparado ao início da minha adolescência), e tento me disciplinar (um fracasso atrás do outro), mas, apesar do meu esforço voluntário que acaba com o meu psicológico e ninguém vê, eu não consigo me disciplinar por nada nesse mundo, porque a disciplina visa melhorar minha vida mais pra frente, e não agora.  A disciplina não vai melhorar agora, aqui, imediatamente.  Vocês não têm noção de como isso é frustrante, e principalmente pra uma pessoa ciclotímica com dda.  GRRRR.  Mas isso não é desculpa, eu vou continuar me esforçando, porque se não eu vou acabar "emburrecendo" (como diria Liza Simpson).

Mundando completamente de assunto: Ontem me foi revelado que meu querido e amado pai gosta de tokusatsus... this is so sad...  O pior é que o Jeffo ficou me zoando pq ele também gosta: "Está cercada, está cercada", ele disse.

=[

Hehehe, meu mundo está desmoronando... meu pai gosta de Ultraman.

Kissu

Mata ne!

Mama: Trebuie să sufli în fiola aia până ţi se face rău

Eu: Şi dacă refuz?

Mama: N-ai cum. În orice  caz, îţi ia sânge.

Eu: Ah.. iar să mă înţepe

Mama: De câte ori te înţepi tu pe zi, mai contează una în plus?

Eu: Mda.. şi pot să le zic să-mi facă şi glicemia dacă tot îmi ia sânge, nu?

Gistermorgen...

- Hij is weer goe bezig ze! De mislukte organist! Hoe laat ist?

- Half 8. Wat is die aan 't doen? Zo een lawaai!!!

- Ik weet het niet ze... Hij is gelijk heel da gebouw aan het afbreken! Hij huurt da toch? Da kan toch zomaar nie?

- Ze zijn gelijk met twee bezig aan 't kloppen.

- Dienen is toch echt nie te doen!

- Da is gene justen ze! Daar is zeker nen hoek af!

Gistermiddag...

Ik ga naar buiten en zie de mislukte organist hiernaast ook naar buiten komen. Tergelijkertijd zie ik dat ze bij hem met een man of 4 bezig zijn een nieuw dak te leggen...

Hij knikte vriendelijk en ik heb vriendelijk teruggeknikt en dacht in mijzelf : lawaaimaker...

First off, we’re fine.  No major damages, just some water clean up, debris clean up and then there was all the fun to be had when we threw all the food in the refrigerator out because we didn’t have power for days.  Compared to most of the Galveston/Houston/Woodlands areas we got off very easy and for that we are extremely grateful.

Thank you everyone who called (most of you repeatedly) over the last week to check on us.  I am so grateful to have such wonderful, caring people in my life and your calls and emails really did mean so much to us.

As for my “family” (with the exception of my dad) who never once bothered to pick up a phone or send a text or email to make sure we were okay and still in one piece, and that we still had a house…well, um…I guess I only have four words for you and I can’t imagine that you’re all that surprised when I say that those words are FUCK YOU…WE’RE DONE.

There is not one of you who I have not been there for when you needed support or needed an ear to listen to you or a shoulder to cry on over the years.  There is not one of you who I have not done everything in my power for when I could.  Yes, there are some times that I was unable to assist you because I live half way across the fucking country or you were pissed off about a situation where I had no control or influence in the matter (i.e. Mom moving to Chicago) and you can’t even pick up a phone to make sure that I’m alive?  Yeah…you fucking suck.

I honestly don’t know which is worse: Not bothering to call at all or responding to a text telling you that I was freaking out and scared with “I hope Max has water wings”?  Actually, the more I think about it the more I’m inclined to think that the smart-ass comments are worse. 

Really?  How fucking heartless and twisted are you to make this kind of a fucking joke when there is a disaster that is causing people their lives and property going on?  And seriously…what the fuck did my DOG ever do to you?  Better yet...what the fuck did I ever do to you?  At this point I’m thinking that the Dingos that eat their young are probably more compassionate than you are.  At least the baby dingo’s are spared growing up and realizing what self absorbed assholes they have as relatives.  With the exception of a (very) few people, I think I would have been better off having the Manson Family as relatives that the asshats I got stuck with.

Now, before I go any further (and believe me, I could go on for days…I even have a lovely parallel drawn between my asshole family and life sucking vampires) let me get one thing straight.  There are going to be those of you who are going to actually have the balls to say (to each other, never to me directly because you are spineless) “Oh, look what a bitch she is.  She told the whole family to fuck off even her poor grandmother”.  Yeah...nice try, but my grandmother is not included in these statements. 

The reason my grandmother is not included in these statements is for the simple fact that I don’t even know where she is.  Last I heard she was in some assisted living facility somewhere and even that I had to hear second hand because you are all assholes (are you getting the point, that I think you’re all assholes?).  I have tried calling her house and don’t get any answer and I have tried texting you to find out where she is and how she is doing, but you’re so fucking juvenile that you won’t even give me that much information all because you’re pissed off at my mom.  Hell…I don’t even know if she’s alive because I wouldn’t put it past you dipshits to not bother giving me that information.

So at this point here’s where we stand:

Dad, Bub and the family I’ve created for myself here in Texas – good.

The rest of you – please do me the favor of going directly to hell.

De tweede keer was het euh... onrechtstreeks mijn schuld. Had ik haar beter in quarantaine gehouden, dan had ze geen 'valling' gehad, en zoveel slijm niet ingeslikt. En had ik haar bavetje nog efkes bij de hand gehouden in plaats van het achter mij te zwieren... Klets! Een hele klets slijm en melk over ons. Ja, dit keer had ze zichzelf niet gespaard.

Daarnet was het eigenlijk ook mijn schuld. Te vroeg beginnen vieren. Net drie maand, net gedronken, mama de knoopjes van haar bloes nog niet toe gedaan en toch 't kientje in de lucht gestoken met een overtuigende HOERRRRAAAAAAA!!!!!! En lachen dat ze deed! En plets! Een hele plets melk over mij.

En dan zeggen ze dat ge van die baby's nog maar weinig terug krijgt...

Hindi ko alam kung ano ang intensyon ng taong sumulat sa akin, pero hindi naman lingid sa kaalaman ko maraming kumakalat na scam sa internet. Pero nakakairita na, ano ba talaga ang gusto nila sa buhay nila? Ano ba ang palagay nila sa atin bobo? Kakagat sa mga pain nila. Sana yun mga manloloko na yan eh mabigyan ng leksyon. Nakakairita, wala nang matinong nangyayari sa mundo ganyan pa dumadagdag pa sila.

Sana lang makahanap din sila ng katapat nila. Naiisip ko lang kasi, paano kung yun mga taong nakatanggap ng sulat na ito eh hindi gaano malawak ang pag iisip. Malamang kumagat sa pain ng mga walanghiyang manggaganstong ito. Saan ka ba makakakita ng hindi mo kakilala tapos mag tratransfer ng pera sa account mo??? Anong kalokohan iyan! Hindi naman po ako kumagat sa pain nila at walang balak kumagat, ang sa akin lang ma ishare ko kung ano-anong kalokohan ang pinaggagawa ng mga taong ito. Hindi lang ito ang kauna unahang natanggap kong scam marami pa po, yun iba kamag anak ko naman daw at pamamanahan ako.. haay nakuuu nakakataas ng dugo at nakakapanginig ng laman. Eto yun natanggap kong email :

Vous êtes invité :: From your friend nasser.
Par votre hôte: Nasser Hosaih

Date: mardi 16 septembre 2008
Heure: 16h 00 - 17h 00 (GMT+00:00)

SANA LANG TALAGA MAKAHANAP SILA NG KATAPAT NILA. ANG SARAP NILANG IPAKIN SA LANGGAM HANGANG MAUBOS ANG LAMAN NILA!! ( oops.. sobra bang biolente ko? nakakainis kasi eh )

Kheb alles afgezocht, maar niks gevonden. Tijdens mijn zoektocht merkte ik wel dat sommige themes (je kan een soort preview zien als je erop klikt) mijn links wel toonde en andere niet. Mijn hoofd is veel te groot, bevat veel te veel vocht en veel te weinig actieve hersenmassa om dit raadsel te ontcijferen (behalve dan een paar paranoïde theorieën die ik u zal besparen).

Maar goed, een changement de décor, en hier kan ik best mee leven... Wil je meer dan drie post terug lezen? Gewoon bovenaan bij archives vind je alle posts netjes onder elkaar.

Voilà, ben weer eventjes op mijn gemak. Oef!

ge kunt da internet nog geen 10 minuten alleen laten hé...

Die zijkolom lijkt me ineens zo kort...

Huh? Waar is mijn blogroll naar toe?

Ineens is hij weg?!! Gisteren stond hij er nog... Ik snap er niks van. Heb de pc heropgestart, hielp niet, de instellingen staan ook juist, daar heb ik ook al lang niks meer aan veranderd...

En nu?

Bin zu allem momentan zu faul.. in 5 Minuten wird die Post geholt un eig müsste ich noch nen wichtigen Brief einwerfen, aba meine Joginghose will sich nich von mir trennen un ich hab keine Lust/ Motivation xxxxD so rauszugehn.. ich könnt ja i.wem besonderen treffen.. aba in Jogginghosen O.o NEVER... (:

also bleib ich daheim.. vll geh ich heut abend weg... aba das weiß ich noch nich.. ohje unentschlossenheit un motivationsprobleme passt gut zusammn.. x)

hab heut ma wieder mit ein paar leutn ausm ICQ geschrieben mit denen ich sooooo lang nich mehr getextet hab.. hat richtig gut getan (: hab sogar gleich ein paar Einladungen zum Was-trinken-gehen oder einfach-nur-treffen bekommn *ggggg*

Tjjaaa.. Single-sein hat auch so seine Vorteile :D

Naja gut ich versuch mich mit den Prüfungsbüchernma anzufreunden.. machs gut Kussssaaaa

did you know that you can't grill pot roast?

is this some kind of common knowledge that i missed?

why didn't it say on the package: HEY, DUMMY. YOU GOTTA COOK THIS IN A CROCK POT. FOR 10 HOURS. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO GRILL.

grrrrr. i ruined a perfectly planned meal for eric.

well, at least the corn on the cob was good!

(oh, but did you know you can't make sweet corn? adding sugar only makes you look silly.)

She says:

Mother requests modification of the current parenting responsibilities because the current parenting responsibilities clearly endangers the children's physical health and significantly impairs the children's emotional development.

Mother requests that she be granted sole decision-making and majority parenting time with Father being given a gradual increase of parenting time up to every other weekend but starting with supervised visits and family therapy.

Mother requests a modification in child support based on a new parenting plan pursuant to Statute XYZ.

Mother requests the appointment of legal representative for the children pursuant to Statute ABC.

Mother requests an emergency basis within seven days of the filing of this Motion because Father has increased his abuses toward the children because of the recent court actions.

Based on Father's willful and malicious abuse, Mother requests that Father pay her attorney fees and costs.

Unbelievable...

More than just her own drivel, she sucked her mother (Crazy Grandma) into writing an affidavit in which she says:

The Egg Donor (ED) would never abuse her children. She was not raised to be in this kind of situation. Before she met MH, ED was a happy, confident person who was very giving and outgoing. She had aspirations of returning to college and becoming an attorney--aspirations that MH regularly ridiculed and made every attempt to thwart. I have watched my daughter lose all confidence because of MH's abuse. It breaks my heart to see him intimidate and frighten my daughter at the expense of my grandchildren.

... MH continues to abuse ED through his use of the court system and through financial control. MH does not care about my grandchildren but cares about having money and power over ED -- and will stop at nothing to get it...

... MH knows how to intimidate ED. He is obsessed with controlling her -- constantly threatening her and continually brining false charges to the court to try to destroy her.

... During the time that ED was dating MH she came home one evening with deep purple and green bruises that covered her neck and chest...

... MH has allowed his new wife, Stephanie, to threaten ED's family including telling me that if I talk to my grandchildren about the current situation that she and MH will not allow me to see them. Typically I would not acquiesce to such threats, but I cannot put the children in any more harm...

I believe that the therapist used by MH and Stephanie has some personal connection to them, and has a personal vendetta against ED, based on MH's lies and allegations. It is my understanding that the rules are lax about who can claim to be a therapist, and that this woman is not sufficiently qualified to properly handle this horrible situation... The children do not like or trust her. Further, I have seen the email correspondence between the therapist and ED when ED made every attempt in writing to schedule the court-required appointments with the therapist. The therapist then lied to the court, saying the ED had not complied with the court order. I believe that this therapist is deeply harmful to the children and should never be allowed to see or speak with them again.

Despite the fact that MH constantly attempts to paint himself as the "perfect parent" the children report that they spend almost all of their time, when they are at home, in the care of MH's wife. In my opinion Stephanie is as bad for the children as MH. Last weekend, Velma was in tears and clearly upset and anxious. She said that Stephanie had called her a "spoiled little bitch."

... For a period of time MH punished the children for calling ED to say goodnight. For every minute that they spoke with ED they had to go to bed 15 minutes early. These kinds of abuses are constant and escalating.

There are dozens more examples of MH's -- and Stephanie's abuses against ED and the children. I am seriously concerned for my grandchildren's future.

 Tomorrow - Letch's affidavit...

Simulação:

Fulano: "Aposta quanto que eu faço a Gasparzinha chorar em menos de 5 minutos?"

Ciclano: "10k." "

Fulano: "Gasparzinha, Gasparzinha. Sabia que eu vi o Peter ..." (nem precisa completar, qualquer coisa já basta)

E eu fico away no TS nem preciso dizer pra que. ¬¬'

ME DEIXA ESQUECER ELE NA SANTA PAZ DE CRISTO, CACETE!!! ¬¬'

Vai pra merda todo mundo. ,,!,,

Só queria um buraco no chão pra eu me jogar dentro. No meio de uma conversa idiota na esperança de me animar, um abestado (Dan ;*) me disse que me mudar pra outro país ajudaria. Só se for pra outro planeta. Nessas horas que eu adoraria bater com a cabeça e perder a memória. Esqueceria TUDO que aconteceu, e também as senhas do orkut e do msn. Uma lavagem cerebral já ajudaria também. Queria que pensamentos e lembranças fossem coisas que a gente podesse descartar, caso não nos agradassem mais. Tá certo que não sobraria quase nada na minha mente, mas talvez fosse melhor assim. Perderia lembranças "boas", mas em compensação não estaria assim agora.

Que droga. Tem horas que ficar triste é tão revoltante. Tem horas que é só triste mesmo. Nem sei o que é pior.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Bye bye

Fuck everyone!

this sucks..

Anyway, I was the good one. He was the bad one. Part of the attraction.

He's not bad anymore (but he does still wear Levi's button-fly jeans, mmmm), just a little more of free spirit than I am. So when it comes to doing crazy things with one's hair, he's all on board. It's his firm belief that if we let the kiddos express themselves by doing whatever they want to with their hair or clothing (within the bounds of reason, of course), then they won't feel the need to rebel in some of the ways he did when he was a kid. I'm not sure I agree entirely, but I'm coming around.

So Daphne wanted red highlights. She has dark, dark brown hair and nothing at all shows up in that dark brown hair. Many a Halloween has come and gone with her on the front porch spraying blue, or gold, or silver, or orange streaks in her hair that I get eye strain trying to see. She thought red just might work.

I had recently helped a friend do red highlights in her son's hair and they came out fabulously! I really liked them, despite my initial reservations. Daphne begged... and pleaded... and wheedled... and cajoled... and then finally did that puppy-dog-eyes thing and asked if we could possibly fit it in before her birthday party.

I'm a sucker.

So I shopped (she was with The Egg Donor for that day-on, day-off ridiculousness), and stressed over the fact that I could not find red highlights. I half thought that she might have The Egg Donor (ED) just do the highlights for her, but if I was still on the hook for it, I wanted to make sure I had some to do. I found fuschia instead and My Hubby thought fuschia was much cooler. Into the cart it went, along with some blond highlights for Velma, who already has dark blond hair and thought she wanted red but wavered.

When the lot of them arrived back at our household, none had done highlights. Daphne wasn't even sure ED would like red, but she was sold on it. And? She seemed happy with the fuschia since I couldn't find red.

The night before her birthday party, I stayed up until 11:30pm (way past my bedtime, in case you were wondering), doing fuschia highlights. I? Am not a beautician. I'm a computer geek. So it took a long time. And I wanted to be really careful. I wanted to make sure it came out really amazing. I stressed the entire time that we were doing it that the poor child might end up wanting to wear a bag over her head or some such nonsense. I used an entire roll of tin foil (because I'm familiar with getting my own hair highlighted and that's how I've seen it done), filled up some landfill somewhere, stunk the entire house up something severe, and ended up with some really cute, really chunky, fuschia that-you-could-see highlights.

Success. When she got out of the shower and dried her hair, the giant smile on her face said it all to me.

The next night, as tons and tons of 13-year-old girls poured through the front door, the oohs and aahs served to make Daphne smile wider. Even the parents loved it. It was really cute, if I do say so myself.

Velma was next. She's not an adventurer like Daphne is. She's a lot more conservative. Though initially she wanted red, she hesitated and hesitated, and then hesitated some more. She looked at boxes and boxes of hair color, in every single store on the planet that sells hair color, thought about dark streaks, and then finally settled on just blond. I thought it would be really cute.

So a few nights later we were over at my friend's house (now known as Hair Color Central, since we did both of her boys' hair--including the red). I had done the highlights on Velma's hair that she had picked out earlier in the day. It was a cap kit, the kind you pull the hair up through with a tiny crochet hook. The results were subtle, but cute. It gave her hair a little more sparkle. Anyway, she wasn't fully satisfied with the outcome.

It being Hair Color Central and all, we put our own festivities on hold, ran home to get a box of very blond haircolor (not highlights), previously reserved for Shaggy's own faux-hawk, and returned to my friend's house to commence additional coloring activities. Velma wanted an entire blond section on the underside, so when she put her hair up in a ponytail, you could distinctly see the difference. Alrighty then...

We made the requested changes, clipped her hair up in all sorts of crazy ways, made faces at each other in the mirror, and otherwise passed the time until the timer signaled that the hair coloring activity was complete. Velma showered.

And still didn't really like it. It wasn't quite blond enough, and we didn't get all of the hair into the gig that she wanted. I sighed. We did it again.

By the time we were finished, I had spent well over five hours of my day doing nothing but coloring hair. My nostrils were burning, my eyes were tired, my hands were all shriveled from wearing those nasty gloves, and I reeked of ammonia.

But this time, when Velma got all done and dried her hair, she liked it.

Success again.

Stay tuned for The Weekend - Part 3, tomorrow...

In the early morning speech, the Prime Minister announced he is not resigning and there will be no dissolution. I hope no one was holding their breath , cuz it was quite a long speech where he talked about the same thing - he was rightly elected by the majority, the media played up stories , where is law and order , PAD is a cult, etc...

FYI, I'm not on anybody's side. I just follow up  the news on TV, newspapers, radio and sometimes the same story can be reported in different angles. I think 2bangkok is a good source. There are news from both English and Thai newspapers, presented as is. You come to your own conclusion. I also tune in to 97.75 FM from time to time, to listen to the PAD's side of the story. ( May I add that yesterday, the "H" word for monitor lizard was used a bit too excessively and that the songs they sing there are hilariously rude and off-keyed. ) What are they so pissed about ? Why are ordinary , middle-class people supporting them, knowing that there is risk of danger ?

oh well..  maybe we should hold our breath .. looks like we are in a sinking ship.