"I will buy you a new life"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W05cPXpUHGI

Will someone please!  :)
I kid.
However, I am in desperate search of a new job.  I'm tired of the company I work for pussy-footing around major issues and big concerns.

I'm applying at ANOTHER place tomorrow.  Yay.

Making My Day.

So we all now know that I have received a new phone (that happened to come with a new number).  Today I have been called by two Spanish speaking fellas.  One to whom called back with someone who could speak English.  The second one that called said "Hola"...I replied with "Lo siento pero no hablo espanol."  I repeated this three times and then proceeded to hang up the phone.
He called back...
I busted out my Korean skillz and confused the hell out of him.  Then I hung up.

Samsung Memoir

So yes, I have officially recieved my Samsung Memoir today.  I have heard both the good and the bad, and I have decided to go with it.  So far, I love it!!!  The touchscreen on it is a bit resistive and it's a tad too easy to open an application while scrolling, but once you get the hang of it, it's not all that bad.  I'm loving the whole 8 MP camera (I'm a photographer, so I enjoy a phone that can keep up with me).

Ricky is still out of town (he's at work this week), working on Haiti stuff...it's kinda lonely.  I'm used to being around my husband all the time.  When he's not here, it's a bit depressing...but he'll be home tomorrow!  So, I have that to look forward to.

Evil is on the rise.

"Flame of Anger" - Maivala

Any dolt with half a brain,

Can see that human kind has gone insane...

To the point where I don't know,

If I'll upset the status quo

If I throw poison in the water main...

Listen close to everybody's heart,

And hear that breaking sound...

Hopes and dreams are shattering apart,

And crashing to the ground.

I cannot believe my eyes,

How the world's filled with filth and lies,

But it's plain to see--

Evil inside of me--

Is on the rise....

- Dr Horrible.

Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog

I have begin this frivolous study of the economy and the government.  I have never been one for "conspiracy theories," but the more and more I read/see, the more I start to believe I've taken to them.  I can't help but wish I would of never started this long journey of lies and hate.

We are not living in the world our Forefathers dreamed of us living in...or are we?

Money seems to be the big talker in today's life.  You either have it or you don't.  Plain as that.

Our middle class has decomposed so quickly and so endlessly, that there is nothing left to recognize it by.  Has our government really been lying to us and cheating us our whole lives?  What is it that they really don't want us to know about?  Scary questions with horrific answers.  I know more about debt (not only American citizen's, but the Nation's as well), than I did about four months ago...and I really wish I could take it all back and live a life of bliss and ignorance just like the rest of this Nation seems to be doing.

Another idea--

My father is the most ignorant, closed minded bigot I have ever met.  That's no hyperbole...I'm dead serious.  Don't get me wrong, I love the man.  After-all, he is my father.  I just don't understand why every conversation with him he has to negate me to the point where I will not speak to him for days.  Things he says that make absolutely no sense...I try to relate to with something I know from FACTUAL observation...but I couldn't be more ignorantly incorrect in his eyes.  This man has no job, no contractual obligation(s) of any sort, enough convicted felonies I can count on one hand, is disabled from riding bulls for twenty-two years, listens to Rush Limbaugh (which I actually cried when I heard he was in the hospital...they were tears of joy...but tears none-the-less) and is an avid smoker of sorts that just recomposed himself from a three year fight with lung cancer (which did leave him dead on an operating table for three minutes).

When I married my high-school sweetheart (we have been happily married four years this June) a week after I graduated high school, I could not be happier to get out of this sleepy hick town.  I soon started to regret the fights I had with my father while I was in high school and prior...but now that my husband and I are back in this horrible Podunk town, I forgot the reasons why I was prepared to leave.

My father is not one to let you think for yourself (hence the bigot).  It is either his way of thinking or you're going to burn in hell.

News flash from 2010--Praying over Pork Chops at dinner time does not mean you're going to Heaven.

My father thinks Rush Limbaugh is a saint.

Truth is, Rush Limbaugh is nothing more than a snobby and lonely rich dick who wants nothing more than to be remembered as the faggot who stole your lunch money.  WHY my father follows this man as if he were Jesus, I will never understand.  My father is a STRONG right-wing conservative asshole who is poor and a convicted felon...they just don't match up.

He [my father] does nothing more than sit in his lay-z-boy and watch Fox News all day, cussing liberals and being as racist as possible.

He is not allowed to see our children.  You know something's wrong, then.

You would think he would change.

He doesn't care.

He once cost me an EXCELLENT job I had because he wanted me to do what HE wanted.  I told him I had deadlines..."I don't give a f*."   I told him he was, in fact, going to get me fired..."Oh well."  According to him I had no real job, anyway.

That's real hillarious...because the last time I checked, you never HAD a job.  In fact, wasn't it you who never even made it past the 8th grade?  On YOUR side of the family, dear sir, I was the first to graduate high school.  I even remember my grandmother crying when she found out I was going to college.  That was a first for the *insert maiden name here* family, also.  My sister, eighteen years older than myself, didn't do anything with her life, either.  I'm the one riding on three degrees to your none.  I think the ball is in my court, and I think I'm the one with the right to say anything.

I am so alike my father it tears us apart.  The only difference is, I think for myself.  I encourage free-thinking--I ENCOURAGE you to think for yourself!!!

I don't let the broadcasting media brainwash me so far past oblivion that I can't recognize when I'm being lied to.

I know when you're pulling wool over MY eyes.

I love my father...

This country has had it's own long time coming...and now we, as a Nation, must live with what a couple of ignorantly blind fools have invited over.  We have to share our beds with this filthy creature while it robs our piggy banks and tries our clothes on without permission.

We are falling apart, Nation...and there's no stopping it, now.  We are on the biggest crash course to disaster anyone has ever seen. 

Acedia is tearing us apart. 

Greed is tearing us apart. 

Gluttony is tearing us apart.

 

Aren't those like...I don't know...already THREE of the seven deadly sins?  Not to mention Pride, Sloth, Extravagance.  Our season finale is coming up quick...are you proud with what you have become?

Phenomenal.

(Yes, all the artwork at the top of my page[s] and posts are of my creation.)

This is to let everyone know that I also have another blogging site that is starting to become a second pastime for myself.

PhenomenalOnline.Blogspot.com

If you're a fan of World of Warcraft (I swear it's my addiction), then I believe it'd be a great place to visit every once in a while.  I have a couple of friends who are helping me contribute to it--and I can honestly say they are well informed on their class(es) and game mechanics.

If you haven't heard of this gaming sensation, or have never tried it (but secretly fantasize about it) - I suggest you follow this link and buy yourself a copy.  Three epic proportions, two expansions in total (a third coming up within the year), starting with "Vanilla" WoW.

World of Warcraft Battle Chest

I recommend the Battle Chest...amazing stuff lies within!

Working.

(Artwork by Maivala--aka: Jett)

Lately it seems as if I'm working non-stop.  It's actually quite tiring.  People ask me why I'm always working, If I ever go home...why am I there all day.  I have applied to several places, but I haven't heard anything back from any of them yet (it's a bit discouraging).  I need to get out of the job I'm in right now.

Don't get me wrong - I'm thankful I HAVE a job...but it's...definitely not something you stay in for long unless you absolutely have to.

My husband's account has indeed been hacked.  It's fun trying to get your crap back from Blizzard.  He has a 'toon in my baby guild, and I ended up getting very lucky in the fact his 'toon has absolutely no privs to my gbank...otherwise 3 tabs of enchanting, tailoring, leatherworking and herbalism mats would've been jacked.  Along with the money I've been saving in it and all the BoE gear I have picked up (yay world drops).

I'm watching an Asian guy on television chew an egg yolk.  Why is this amusing to me?

...I'm out.

Hacked!

(Artwork by Maivala)

For those avid World of Warcraft players, it is unfortunate that my husband's account was hacked last night.  When he came in and told me this morning after waking me up, I just laughed and said, "Nice joke, sweetie."  We went on about it for about five minutes, as I would refuse to believe he was serious.  He is the most careful person I know when it comes to online security.  We have been playing since Vanilla and have never (not once) been hacked.
I guess it goes without saying that anything can happen.  Now he has the pleasure of dealing with Blizzard to return nearly 10 80's worth of stuff.
At least we have our authenticators ordered.  If you haven't bought one (and you're a WoW player), I suggest doing so right now.

Blizzard Authenticator (United States)
Murky Plush Doll Blue

Beware of content on pages (even from trusted sources such as MMOChampion, Curse.com) - as they may contain malicious software such as keyloggers.  If you are not familiar with it, don't trust it.