My 14 year old niece has a blackberry

Really need I say more. She did leave it her locker at school on her first day. Well I guess we will see how long it lasts. I mind you don't even think the child NEEDS a cell phone, and she got a damn blackberry. Well have fun paying that bill thats all I got to say.

I think I'm going to die.

So its a normal night nothing exciting or interesting going on. I think I have to go to the bathroom, so I go into my bathroom. Sit down on the toliet which is currently still working well without any trees comming out of it. So its a bit late and I'm in lala land. I turn my head and on my sink is my hair brush and on my hair brush is seriously the nasty spider I've seen since I've lived here. I'm in the middle of going to the bathroom so this is a little nerve racking for me. First for those of you who have read my blog through the ages, or who actually know me know that I'm afraid of spiders. I've learned to live alongside a large quantiy of daddy longleggs and we are fine as long as they stay in their space and I stay in mine. Cross the line and they are gone. Simple as that. This however was definitly not a daddy longleggs. It wasn't even my normal huge black spider, or my slightly less common wierd albinio looking spider. It was black with wierd yellow spots or some such shit on it. Not that was going to get close enough to really look at it.
Now the trouble is not just with the spider being in my bathroom. The problem is it was on my hair brush. Granted it was just on the handle and all which made it rather easy to kill, but still. Ick. See the reason I make everyone else kill the spiders in the first place, or kill them by over spraying large quanities of raid on them is because I'm afraid they will fall on me. Where on me you ask, well no place freaks me out more than the idea of a sipder in my hair. I don't know why. I don't have rational reasons for this fear. Its just freaks me out. Always has. Like the one time I was walking home from school with my brother when we were younger, and A bee stung me on the top of the head cause it got stuck in my hair. Sure it was the 80ies and if I had to ventrue a guess there was probably lots of hair spray involved, but today it still freaks me out to think of any bug in my hair. Let me tell you the more leggs it has the worse I feel about it.
I don't know what to do know cause i'm not really sure I can use that brush anymore. But I really like it. I might have to boil it or something. I'm never going to be able to sleep tonight.

I don't want to talk to you. Why do you not understand that.

This is really what I wanted to say to the she/male that was sitting next to my on the plane ride back from MN yesterday. It all started when I woke up in the morning like three hours (if that) after I went to sleep. Needless to say this followed a night of heavy drinking, and much fun (but I will leave that for another post). No big deal though I was flying out later in the day anyways, so I didn't really figure I would need to be high functioning or anything.
Day started out well, hung out etc, then went to the airport. Got there rather early because I didn't really listen to the answer when I asked Ter what time I needed to leave for the airport. But such is life. So I sit down to read my book and wait to board the plane. I started to get a little nervous when the plane still wasn't there at like 5:20 which was a half hour before we left. But alas it came and deboarded, and reboarded in like 15 min. Which was a little wierd, but what do I really care you know. So I wait till my row is called and board the plane, but when I get to my seat there are two kids sitting there. I'm all what the fuck. One of them explained it well by saying this seat is already taken. I resisted the urge to bitch slap her, and say yeah by me. I wait and a women who apparently is the childerns mother come back, and says, while putting all her shit away and sitting down. "Do you mind if we switch seats, so I can sit by my girls, its still and isle seat." Now I'm a bit hung over and tired, so I again resisted the urge to scream at the lady who was rude enough to sit down, and say thanks before I could even get a word out. So I sat down across the isle thinking to myself. Bitch I didn't have the damn isle seat I had the window seat and if you wanted to sit by your fucking gets you had more than ample oppertunity to make that work out BEFORE you got on the damn plane. The flight was not full so either she was too stupid to get to the airport on time, or too stupid to figure out that if you want to sit with your kids you might want to go with the pre-picking of your seats, which they allow you to do by clicking on he seat of your choice when you buy the tickets. It really is terribly hard.

I sit down and start reading my book. Again I just want to read and get home then call it a day. Then the lady nexts to me decides she wants to talk to me. I use the term lady loosely here as I'm pretty sure if thats what she is now thats not what she started out life to be. Of course she's never heard of the book I try to one word answer her, but she won't stop talking. On top of that she's complaining. About how her trip has been messed up and she's been at the airport since 1pm, blah, blah, blah. I don't know how much I can take of this so I just try to nod and keep reading. She tries to use her phone to play games in airplane mode (I know this because I got a wonderful explanation), but the phone wouldn't work with her bluetooth headset or some such shit. Then she decides that she's going to listen to the radio I think thank God she won't talk to me anymore. Then she starts laughing out loud in this really crazy man like women voice. I'm dear lord help me, and he didn't because then she proceeded to tell me the jokes she was laughing at. She really just wouldn't stop. She took her headphones off and was like when are we going to land. Are we on the same plane because your sitting right next to me how the hell do you think I know more then you. Seroiusly I just wanted to punch the lady in the face that made me switch seats with her.
Let this be a lession to all of you out there. If someone is reading next to you with their book really close to their face, and giving you one word answers or nodding, its a pretty damn good sign that they really don't want to talk to you. Not only that but they really don't want to hear you bitching about shit. Take is home talk to your friends write a blog, do something just leave me the fuck alone.

A little too close to home

It didn't take a phone call from my cousin at 7am this morning to make me realize how close to home the bridge collapse in MN really was. As most of you know I lived there for almost six years. I have lots of friends who live in an around the area. I have since heard from all of them and they are all doing ok. So thank God for that. For those who have been affected more closly my heart goes out to you. I know you will be in the thoughts and prayers of many.