*sob* my goose is gone!! i got home from work today and she wasn't in the yard i hope my goosey is ok.. it hadn't even touched its food... this is so sad.. she wasn't even here for one night... omg.. what do i do???? i looked in the woods, and all over, no goose... pray for my goosy guys.. i hope it comes home
Carroll just dropped of the goose.. hehe... (this picture was from when we met it at Carroll's) so now the cat wont come home, and the goose is hanging out at my front door hehe, its silly as all hell!!
So, Crista is putting in her two weeks on tuesday, so I am loosing her, then to make matters worse, they are trying to get rid of heather, which leaves me working with only Janice and her daughter, when i get my 6 months, i am soooooooooo putting in for a transfer its not even funny! so tonight i decided to have Crista and heather over for a cook out, Carrone is coming too (George's daughter) because Mike and her are cleaning out his apt today. so its just going to be one of those days at least its going to end with a cook out.. ok.. i have to go clean like a crazy person, so far today jax and i have, cleaned the dog poop from the yard (thanks John), taken down the old broken canopy and fixed the chairs that didn't fare well over the winter, cleaned the outdoor furniture, picked up all the trash in the yard (thank you wild animals) set up the grill and put out the dog house, picked up the sticks and leaves, cleaned the gutters, brought out the chaise lounge, swept up.. did the dishes i mean my god.. and thats just outside, there is laundry waiting inside, dog puke on the floor (thanks mocha, from this morning btw) still have to run to the store to get meat and rolls, have to go get a kiddy pool for the goose, and fencing.. omg.. kill me.. some day off this is!!!!
So this stupid computer kept shutting off on me for no apparent reason. over, and over and over, so i sent it in on monday.. its wed and i got it back today, like wow! holy quick turn around!! its says they replaced "main logic board" like i guess i fried my mother board??? oops... "heatpipe" whatever that is.. "top case" is was sooo cracked "fan" yeah.. probably needed.. so.. like... yeah... and it was all covered.. and its like basically i got a new computer lol. sooo the old white macbook will live on.. *happy sigh* oh and Jax sent me this.. thought it would be interesting to share, i bet ya'll will have a bit to say.
"I bought a bird feeder. I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed. What a beauty of a bird feeder it was, as I filled it lovingly with seed. Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food.
But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbecue.
Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the table .. everywhere!
Then some of the birds turned mean. They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket.
And others birds were boisterous and loud. They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food.
After a while, I couldn't even sit on my own back porch anymore. So I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio.
Soon, the back yard was like it used to be .... quiet, serene.... and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.
Now let's see. Our government gives out free food, subsidized housing, free medical care and free education, and allows anyone born here to be an automatic citizen.
Then the illegals came by the tens of thousands. Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for free ser vices; small apartments are housing 5 families; you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor; your child's second grade class is behind other schools because over half the class doesn't speak English.
Corn Flakes now come in a bilingual box; I have to 'press one ' to hear my bank talk to me in English, and people waving flags other than 'Old Glory' are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties.
Just my opinion, but maybe it's time for the government to take down the bird feeder. "
George E. Barr, 80, of Scranton, died Monday in Mercy Hospital. His wife, the former Gladys K. Smith, died in 1995.
Born in Newark, N.J., son of the late Raymond E. and Rose Lemin Barr, he served in the Merchant Marine and was the proprietor of the former Italian Hot Dog Restaurant in West Scranton and Star Lunch in South Scranton.
Surviving are five daughters, Carron Davis, Scranton; Bonnie Vandervort and Cheryl Barr, both of Nevada; and Meschelle Casatelli and Heather Barr, both of Arizona; a son, William Barr, Nevada; two stepchildren, Elizabeth Olive, Scranton; and Michael Kline, Moscow; eight grandchildren; 10 great-grandchildren; and five great-great-grandchildren.
There will be no funeral service. Friends may call Thursday, 4 to 7 p.m., at the Davies and Jones Funeral Chapel Inc., 135 S. Main Ave., Scranton.
**Michael and i had the distinct pleasure of working for George for many many years. He was always an utter gentlemen. He wanted few things in life, but mostly a friend, he found that in michael. they grew to be very close, and we had george up to the house many a time, he loved getting away from the city, and was quite fond of my secret hamburger recipe. when we went down to his house, he would always play cards with michael, rummy i believe, and smoke his cigarettes, lol.. did that man love his cigarettes. every time he would try to give us money for helping him out we would hold onto it for when he didn't have any left, and buy him a few packs of smokes with it. we would sit around his little kitchen table there in hilltop and listen to his stories, and boy did he have them! some funny.. some sad.. some touching.. but he always had something. he loved when we brought timmy up with us, he always had fun with him, and was devastated when we told him he was returning back to his fathers house. he always poked fun at the people that stayed in my home.. waring us that they were no good. though he was always very kind to them when i brought them down. you could tell george anything you wanted to, no one could ever call him judgmental. he loved and protected Michael to the utmost, even back when mike was back with jen.. george told me he wasn't there lol.. because mike didn't want to talk to me. He was one of the sweetest people i have encountered, he will be missed, i am sure i could go on for hours talking about how much fun george was.. but non of it would ever paint the true picture, if you knew him you were of the lucky few.
So you say Timmy was your life, where is his diamond (BTW a tiny fake diamond he found on the street.. reasonably, does anyone think i have a clue where this is??) and bee bee gun (we don't have his bb gun, not to mention, i don't see him going after Harold for his other two bb guns) and all the other things you didn't give back (what things???) ? When you love someone you give them there stuff back. He is extremely hurt by this. (no, actually, if she knew him, he is playing the same game he played with Karen and Harold, not that i am surprised) You have no right to keep what was his.(i literally have NOTHING in my home of his) I would like to know where all his things are. (so would i I GAVE THEM BACK!!!!) When he left our house we sent him with everything. We love him very much and we know that his things are very important to him.
and my response,
I am contacting a lawyer. This is harassment. I have had quite enough. how DARE you question my devotion to the child I offered to take in? You don't even know the half of what I went through for him. My decision to take him in cost me my job, and money I didn't have to spend on him. You think you know everything sitting on your high horse. NO ONE in his family offered to take him in for even a second. They all turned the other way. I did not EVER expect to take him in, I had no desire to be a foster parent, not until he needed me. I suppose thats all easy to forget. not to mention the countless hours I spent helping him with his homework, watching him when things were rough at home, even before he moved into my home. I even stuck with him when Michael left me for a while, because I wasn't willing to let him go to a house he didn't know and believe me i struggled. You don't know a thing so don't assume! Everything we had in our home we gave back. If he isn't even living with you any more I suggest you find someone else to harass and don't think for one second I don't know what you put him up to. I am not a moron. And reading through my myspace as you were, is despicable. Your games are tired. leave me and my family alone. He hasn't lived with me for at least 8 months now!! This needs to end. Contact me again and I will report you.
THIS SHIT NEEDS TO STOP! NEEDS TO STOP RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!
so, i get to work and i hear k screaming at the top of her lungs like there was an axe murderer at her door (there wasn't in fact, there was noting.) that was fun, she didn't calm down either, not until i let her go to bed (which was at 4pm) then after i did pm care T decided to freak out. which is very unlike him, but i think he was mad bc his pj pants kept falling down, he ended up throwing his toy across the kitchen floor rather violently, the pieces of it spraying everywhere, thank-god none of the other residents were anywhere near. so i helped him into some new pj pants, and got him a drink, which is thickened juice. i'm not sure if any of you have had the pleasant experience of cleaning jello off of surfaces, but its not fun and thats basically what thickened liquid becomes. well.. he took one sip and threw the cup, the full cup. then it hit the light above the kitchen table, down comes a spray of glass, then it hits the wall by the window, it gets in the screen, it gets on the wall, on the floor, on the table, on the chairs, just everywhere. lovely. so i decided i should just try to get him to bed. yeah, uhhh no? he throws his pillow off the bed, his blankets, and all his toys out of the toy-box. more mess, so i make every attempt to get him in bed, to no avail. so i start picking up his room, and then remember the drink, yay.. now its like dried yellow on everything. *sigh* pretty much the whole night went on like this, and then j got upset and started acting out bc of t... i was going to commit homicide. (not really but i was freaking out) and i am sure i'll go back and janice will have something to complain about. oh and i finally think to tell her a funny story from when i got my nails done.. i had taken j there the night before, and so the lady goes wheres your boyfriend lol.. bc j kept holding my hand and saying "she mine" meaning me it was cute.. well Janice's reaction "i hope she was being sarcastic" now wtf is that? fucking duh it was sarcasm... ummm ew? and lord is that offensive!
Thats been the theme of my day today. Darren and i finally started talking again, which is really nice, i mean we were the closest of friends way back. We even had a pact that if we weren't married by 30, we would get married. Thats a pretty close friend if you ask me. so that was the reconnect.. as far as the disconnect.. janice had officially made me want to quit my job.. she was mad at me for not eating with T and decided to yell at me for 30 mins about it.. lucky me... oy..
I am an ex-centric, artistic, empathetic and loving person. I try my best to help everyone out when I can. I am a pretty cal m person but I refuse to be walked all over. I think I can be interesting.. I hope you think so too...