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1. You can ONLY answer 'Yes' or 'No' to each of the question.
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks — and, believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming. Nothing is exactly as it seems.

Kissed any one of your LiveJournal friends? — Yes
Been arrested? — No
Kissed someone you didn't like? — Yes
Slept in until 5 PM? — Yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? — Yes
Held a snake? — No
Ran a red light? — Yes
Been suspended from school? — No
Experienced love at first sight? — Yes
Totaled your car in an accident? — No
Been fired from a job? — Yes
Fired somebody? — No
Sung karaoke? — No
Pointed a gun at someone? — No
Did something you told yourself you wouldn't? — Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your eyes? — No
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? — Yes
Kissed in the rain? — Yes
Had a close brush with death (your own)? — No
Saw someone die? — Yes
Played Spin-the-Bottle? — Yes
Smoked a cigar? — No
Sat on a rooftop? — No
Smuggled something into another country? — Yes
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? — Yes
Broken a bone? — Yes
Skipped school? — Yes
Eaten a bug? — No
Sleepwalked? — No
Walked on a moonlit beach? — Yes
Ridden a motorcycle? — Yes
Dumped someone? — Yes
Forgotten your anniversary? — No
Lied to avoid a ticket? — Yes
Ridden in a helicopter? — Yes
Shaved your head? — No
Blacked out from drinking? — Yes
Played a prank on someone? — Yes
Hit a home run? — Yes
Felt like killing someone? — No
Cross-dressed? — No
Been falling-down drunk? — Yes
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? — Yes
Eaten snake? — No (What's with the fascination with sankes?)
Marched/protested? — No
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? — No
Puked on an amusement ride? — No
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? — No
Been in a band? - No
Knitted? — Yes
Been on TV? — No
Shot a gun? — Yes
Skinny-dipped? — Yes
Given someone stitches? — No
Eaten a whole habanero pepper? — No
Ridden a surfboard? — No
Drunk straight from a liquor bottle? — Yes
Had surgery? — Yes
Streaked? — No
Been taken by ambulance to a hospital? — No
Tripped on mushrooms? — No
Peed on a bush? — No
Donated blood? — Yes
Grabbed electric fence? - No
Eaten alligator meat? - No
Eaten cheesecake? — Yes
Eaten your kids' Halloween candy? — No
Killed an animal when NOT hunting? — No
Peed your pants in public? — No
Snuck into a movie without paying? — Yes
Written graffiti? — Yes
Still love someone you shouldn't? — No
Think about the future? — Yes
Been in handcuffs? — Yes
Believe in love? — Yes
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? — Yes
fatesfolly: (character)
A co-worker wears this really cool skirt that's really a black tennis skort. She looks very summery while still being business casual. A couple of years back, I asked her where she got them and she said they were Nike tennis skorts. Knowing Nike apparel runs small, I thanked her and never pursued it. Last week, she visited me in my office and told me that since she had gained weight, she could no longer wear the Nike skort and that she had found one at Lane Bryant. "COOLIO!" I said and promptly ordered one for me. I chose the free shipping option where they ship the item to the local store. Over the weekend, they notified me that it was in.

Yesterday was my birthday and I took the day off from work.  It was a ME day. And so somewhere around late morning, I toodled over to Kingstowne to pick up my skort. I pulled into the parking lot and spied a car coming out of a space. I lined up my car in the row and waited for her to maneuver her land barge out of the space. As soon as she cleared the space, this little black Infinity came around the opposite corner and pulled into the space. Ooooooo this burned my butt. I pulled around to the other side and parked a few spaces further down. I had to walk past her car to get to the store and when I did, I noticed she was still sitting in the car with the engine on and texting. As I passed by her window, I said, "Well that was a bitch thing to do!" and kept walking.

So I go inside and wait at the counter. I give my name and it takes a while for the sales girl to get my package. Once I sign for it, I asked if I could try it on in the dressing room. She said sure and helped me find a dressing room. Now I'm doing all this at a leisurely pace. I get the skort on, it looks decent and I wonder if they have any cute tops to go with it so I head back out to the sales floor with the skort on.

I slowly make my way to the front corner of the store when this large woman blocks my path and says, "Did you call me a bitch?" I'm taken aback, having mostly forgotten about it since it had been at least 10 minutes prior and being a little shocked at having someone acost me. I figured out pretty quickly who she was and I said, "Why yes, I did." You stole my parking place that I had been waiting for." She said she had seen the woman pull out of the spot and pulled around to get it. I replied that I had been waiting for her to pull out. She quickly came back to the bitch comment. "You don't call me a bitch," her voice was getting louder. She also inched forward to intimidate me. She was striking distance. So I called her on it. I asked if she was going to hit me.

And you know what comes out of her mouth next??? The pulled the god damned race card. She yelled "You only said that because I'm BLACK!"

Again, I was shocked. And I don't do well on my feet. My lame ass response was  "No, I said that because you are too close to me."

OMG, a thousand other responses came to my head afterward....

Like "No, I said it because you're FAT!" was my favorite because after all, with the ridiculous nature of her question, I later thought she should have received an equally ridiculous response because we're both fat and both standing in the fat woman's mecca.

But back to the altercation. She continued on the earlier route of "You don't call me a btich!"

Meanwhile, I'm still walking around the store, trying to get away from her AND trying to look as if I'm still browsing the clothes and that she's not intimidating the hell out of me. I turn around each time she says this and tell her that first of all, I didn't call her a bitch... what I said was she did a bitch thing and 2nd of all, I really can call her whatever the hell I want because she did a rude thing that was inexcusable.

She FINALLY walked off, still yelling that I can't call her a bitch and as she left the store, she said something to the sales girl who was straightening clothes near the front door. She left the store and I went to the front window to see if she was headed to my car to do some damage to it in some way. She had walked the other way though.

The sales girl asked if we were old rivals or something. I replied that no, she had swiped my parking space, I had called her a bitch for it and she had stalked me into the store to verbally assault me.

By the time I got back into my clothes and left the store, she was gone from her spot and my car was scratch-free and my tires appeared to not have been touched.

It was a weird situation, but what pissed me off most of all was the race card. I was mad at her for what she did to me not because of the color of her skin. I would have called it a bitch move had she been any color of the rainbow. I told John later and he said that as white people, we are conditioned to not say anything about race. That she thought it was all about race may be her conditioning to believe that it is all about the color of her skin. Because of this and what happened to me at my company under my previous manager, I truly believe that the Civil War is not just being held on to by white supremacists like my brother though they're the ones who mainly get blamed for carrying on bigotry. Some black people cannot let it go either, forever thinking it's the white man (or in this case, woman) always trying to keep them down. And GOD, I hate that just as much as I despise my brother's bigotry.
fatesfolly: (character)
John's cellulits is NOT going away, despite topical creams and 3 rounds of different antibiotics in the past month, both oral and 2 in the butt. In fact, the cellulitis is growing again.

So, when his class is over at noon, he will drive himself to a hospital and request IV therapy. This is incredibly stressful, having your love in a hospital hundreds of miles away. I checked Travelocity last night and I could have secured a flight to Chicago tonight for $220 RT that would return me here Monday morning. When I told him about it, he was adamant that I not come. That we don't have the money, that it's not fair to Normie to leave him, that he can handle it on his own.

Ugh! Men!

In other news, I get to meet Wife #2 for the first time in 3.5 years on Sunday. She was the one with John when they adopted Clyde and Normie was her pick, despite John not wanting a Terrier or a puppy. When he called her Sunday to break the news of Clyde's death, my heart went out to her and I told John that if she wanted a Norman fix, I would be available for her to come by to visit while he was gone for the next month. She left a message on the home machine yesterday and last night, we set Sunday afternoon as the time she'll come over.

I'm wondering now how to make this less awkward.
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Today after work, I take back the unused portions of Clyde's food and un-opened meds to the vet. Norman has been grieving more than I thought a little dog could grieve. Last night, John and I Skyped for a while and every time John called out to Norman, Norman would ignore the computer and run to the door. It was sad. He's still not eating very well and his tail hardly wags, even when I try to engage him in play.
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I'm not sure why people bitch about fact the storm was not as bad as they predicted. I know a lot of money and science has gone into weather prediction, but Mother Nature is still Mother Nature. (I still remember the Chiffon margarine commercials where the spokesperson would say, "You cannot fool Mother Nature.") So I had a day at home. So VRE didn't run and the train tracks that run parallel beside my neighborhood were silent. So the area slowed down a little bit and had a chance to breathe. I'm sick of people saying that meteorologists are Chicken Littles. Fuck you for claiming to be perfect in what you do for a living.
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Speaking of Mother Nature and the effects, is your arm broken or maimed to the point you cannot clean off the roof of your car?? I saw countless potential wrecks this morning from flying sheets of ice and snow on the beltway. Thoughtless people piss me off.
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I slept on my left wrist in some weird, mangled way last night and today, it feels tight and cranky. Hey-- just like me!




This post has been brought to you by the lack of caffeine.
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The first Fall that I dated John, he was always keen on seeing the Va Tech football games. Later, I found out that a co-worker's son played for them. Well, kinda played for them... it seems that the coach would rather play certain other kids over selecting Jake to play in key plays... even though Jake made the tackles and stopped the yardage just as good as his competitors on his own team.

That year, Jake had had enough. He had gone to Tech from a high school in Fredericksburg to play for a team he had supported and loved and here they were not supporting him. The next year, he transferred to the University of South Alabama in Mobile. The team was one in transition and he'd definitely get playing time. For the next 3 seasons (loophole in the eligibility rules and transferring.... I can explain if you care), he led the team in tackles and often led the conference, too. Last year, he was named the equivalent of best male player of any sport at USA. NFL scouts started attending the little school's games. And despite their poor scoring record, the scouts still came to see Jake make the other school's offense stop.

Jake graduated in December with enough graduate level classes to have 2 classes shy of an MBA. He hired an agent and started aiming for the NFL draft in April. Online prognosticators had him at everything from a solid draft pick to borderline, mainly because of the small school he came from. Throughout his college career, he went largely unscathed, injury-wise and he kept his nose clean. He was a good student and a good man.

Somewhere in there, I friended him on Facebook. He sweetly accepted my friend request. I watched while he dated a local girl and I saw his occasional posts on mundane things. After he got the agent, they moved him from Mobile to Atlanta to train for one of the regional combines, the several day-long test of physical strength and agility, mental acuity, and speed. Two weeks ago, he received an invitation to play in the NFLPA Bowl in California. It's not the Shrine Bowl which hosts the big names, but it's the Shrine Bowl's little sister. Players at the next level down hailing from small schools mainly play in it. John and I tuned in on Saturday to watch and Jake got 4 tackles.

He returned to Atlanta on Monday and it was then that he heard that he was a late add to the Senior Bowl in Mobile. The Senior Bowl is reportedly on the level with the Shrine Bowl. Big names may or may not play, but the scouts are there and it's another chance to showcase your abilities in a game situation. Jake was thrilled to be returning to his home stadium where he had played for the last 3 years, and also the host venue to the 2013 Senior Bowl.

Monday night and Tuesday, his facebook page was filled with congrats  from friends and pictures he posted of the swag Under Armour gave to the players. He was so cute, yet still humble and excited.

Last night, I wanted to show John the pictures so we surfed over to his page and saw the bad news... in practice yesterday, he ruptured his achilles tendon. From his posts, he was upset, but still optimistic and positive. John learned today at work from Jake's dad that he's enrolled back in school to get those two classes he needs for his MBA, he's got surgery scheduled for next week to repair the tendon, and he hopes he'll be fit in time for the NFL's mini camps this summer. He'll miss the draft, but there's still a chance.

I really like that he switched gears so fast from yesterday's big (surely painful) injury and disappointment over losing the chance at the big leagues in the draft to registering for the needed classes and looking forward to mini camps. This kid is 23, but that's the emotional maturity of someone twice his age.
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W are lissfully happy watching tv on the couch, but during commercials, we've found this stuff we'd like to sell. It's currently up on Craigslist, but ping me if you're interested in something. You know Grandma's Xmas money is burning a hole in your pocket!

Semi dry wetsuit XXL 120

Focal 10" Car Sub Woofer 50

Oakworks Massage Table- Boss CS2 125

Softball Stuff- Asst Bats Balls, Gloves 40

Empi Pro Max Tens unit 150

Empi Epix VT Tens Unit 75

Folbot Non-folding Kayak 200

Nathan Water Bottles Quest Hydration Pack/Camelba - $30
fatesfolly: (character)
We are blissfully happy watching tv on the couch, but during commercials, we've found this stuff we'd like to sell. It's currently up on Craigslist, but ping me if you're interested in something. You know Grandma's Xmas money is burning a hole in your pocket!

Semi dry wetsuit XXL $120

Focal 10" Car Sub Woofer $50

Oakworks Massage Table- Boss CS2 $125

Softball Stuff- Asst Bats Balls, Gloves $40

Empi Pro Max Tens unit $150

Empi Epix VT Tens Unit $75

Folbot Non-folding Kayak $200

Nathan Water Bottles Quest Hydration Pack/Camelbac - $30

For Petrona

Jan. 7th, 2013 11:45 am
fatesfolly: (character)
John e io sono beatamente felice e we stai seduto sul divano a guardare la TV
fatesfolly: (character)
I know a lot of folks are migrating to Dreamwidth. Me? If LJ shits the bed, I'll take it as a sign that it's time to stop 'blogging.' Come on-- really? As if I'd made a decent post in the last year that didn't contain bullets? And as a friend pointed out... how many different ways can I say that John and I are blissfully happy and we're sitting on the couch watching TV?
fatesfolly: (screamin mimis)
I think next week, I'll hate it even more.

The US Open will be at Congressional CC and there are travel advisories for my route during the exact times I travel it.

Fuck you, golfers.

Bully this

Oct. 20th, 2010 02:48 pm
fatesfolly: (flying pig)
Bullying for me came in the form of sandy blond bowl-cut haired boy atop a banana bike... My own Scott Farkus on Graham Drive. Barry Oakes put the lyrics to the ditty "Holly Holly Fat and Jolly" and terrorized me from the time I could leave my driveway by myself until we graduated high school.

I saw him several years later in a bar in Greenville. It was one of my skinny years and I walked over to him, asked if he knew who I was and when he said he did, I only said, "Good." I sashayed away knowing I was better than he'd ever be.

The other one I've never forgiven. He blackmailed me into doing things a 3rd grader shouldn't do. Our mothers were best friends and I never said a word. But if I saw him today, my inclination would be to kick him in the teeth for the damage he did so early. Bully this, you bastard.

It does get better. Eventually.
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F and John think I share too much. And I have had this journal 7 years and have picked up friends along the way whom aren't all still on LJ.

So now is your chance to re-opt-in, if you wish. I'll leave it open for a while because I have no delusions that you people tune in every day to read my drivel.



[Poll #1625462]
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Do I need to tell y'all not to crosspost things back to FB?

I didn't think so.
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This North Cackalacky girl hasn't seen this much snow since the blizzard of 1980!

For the record, she was 11 and thought it was cool to dig snow tunnels with Will Barker. It was also the blizzard she learned the difference in the words retreat and retaliate during the neighborhood snowball fight when one of the words was yelled and everyone on her side ran home and she pressed on, getting bombarded by the other side.

Ah, youth.

heh

Dec. 9th, 2009 12:01 am
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If I came with a warning label, what would it say?

(if you want to play along, post this on your own journal)
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Three quick things... About to leave JFK...

I forget how much I hate Dulles until I have an hour wait in the security line.

I love jetBlue... They even give those little disposable toothbrushes and they have TV!

I love the Cap'n's noise canceling headphones... Almost canceled out the crying baby on the last flight! Wheeeeee!

fatesfolly: (internet happy box)
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone... even those people over the border who jump the gun on turkey day.

LJ remains my favorite forum for social media. You all have touched my life in so many ways and I just wanted to give a collective, heartfelt thanks.

Be safe in your travels. Hug loved ones, scritch furry ones, and pat little ones on the head for me.
fatesfolly: (feet)
I sooooooooo need an appointment with the Shoe Fairy.

Headachey

Oct. 14th, 2009 09:17 pm
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Allergies? The new gas heater in the sunroom? Something else?

Late this afternoon, some friends who are moving away stopped by to say goodbye. We were in the sunroom chatting and slowly, I started feeling bad. Headachey. Sleepy. Nauseated. I excused myself, got a glass of milk (my go-to comfort routine), and snuggled down in bed. I dozed for a while. The nausea and sleepiness is mostly gone, but the low annoying hum of a headache in the front of my skull remains.

Going to bed soon. Hopefully, a good night's sleep will chase the maladies away. :(

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