Bar Wench

Moved!

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 00:37:51 GMT

So it's almost another year later.. Haha.. I obviously have a lack of time in my life! I've been promoted.. I've lost a child.. I've gained a few pets.. I've just bought a new really super duper cool house.. and yeah.. that's it in a nutshell. Anyone still reading this?

Boo

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 05:36:32 GMT

2 years later.. Gah. What a disgusting writer I am.

Drunken weekend.. again.

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 08:47:50 GMT

So, I've jus' gotten home from my third, yes, third weekend of drunken debauchery.. is that how ye spell it? Nae sure at the moment.. we started at http://www.fadoirishpub.com/fado_pub_main.php?city=seattle (how the hell do ya make one word a link? Not cool enough for that at the moment I guess..) Anyway.. two Irish Car Bombs and two B-53's (my new favorite drink) later we then headed off towards http://www.docmaynards.com to see http://www.lateseptemberdogs.com/ (friends of ours) play. Unfortunately we had a babysitter so we had to scurry home by midnight. What a shame as LSD was headlining so we only caught the first two songs of the set. Oh well.. Men in kilts.. yummy boy legs.. skirts.. yum.. Happy birthday David.

On the subject of "friends"

Fri, 12 Nov 2004 22:23:51 GMT

This week has been of mixed review.
On the plus side it was my wedding anniversary and we celebrated by going on the Spirit of Washington Dinner Train. It was a 3 hour and 15 minute ride and it was fantastic. This was my present from Jeff. We sat in the dome seats of the antique choo choo and enjoyed dinner (I had salmon, he had prime rib.) and a bottle of wine. The view was.. ech.. Renton to Woodinville.. not much to sneeze at.. but it was night, so the lights on the lake were pretty. Our destination was the Columbia Winery where we went in and got rather sloshy on wine samples ( they didn't charge for the samples!) then you turn around and head back while enjoying dessert and we had B-53's (B-52+Frangelico). All in all.. it was a fantastic time.. (Our 3rd wedding anniversary by the way)

So.. getting closer to the subject o' friends. I've let this guy (who I've loosely known since high school) come move his (ancient relatively renovated) bus onto our lower property and its just turning into one nightmare after another. First he completely raids my storage shed to outfit his bus to make it livable and then he tries to commit suicide.. getting my kids involved and my husband and generally pissing me off with his poor poor me pity act.. the final straw for me came today when I went to get into my car to head to work and my cd player wasn't working. I did mention he has nothing, right? No car.. a cheesey job at Target with no dreams of going further it seems? Anyway.. the stereo was working fine when I went to the park with the kids yesterday.. he then took it to go drop off some application.. this morning.. no workie workie.. Hrmm.. I get home and ask him what's up and he says all he did was switch his cd for my cd and then back again. HE certainly didn't do anything to it.. Oh god no.. it goes click click click for some OTHER reason. Like aliens came down and screwed it up..Or maybe the kids snuck out at midnight and messed it up.. God forbid he actually take responsibility for it.. Fook, I'm feeling pretty used and abused today needless to say.

And then there's my best friend who I've betrayed and feel just sick about because its come to light. Not sure how I feel about the "situation", its a relatively small matter at the end of the day.. but the fact of it is I lied to her, I betrayed her confidence and I feel like complete crap.. top all this off with the fact she's my mother so I can't even act indignant.. I just want to curl into a ball and cry.. I'm ashamed to face her... especially since I know she'll forgive me.. probably not take me into her confidence again.. but she'll forgive me.. makes me feel worse for it. I should be tarred and feathered and made to suffer countless abuses..

Oh.. I get it.. The whole school bus guy is part of my punishment for betraying my mum.. Cripe, Cripe, Cripe..

I miss the insulated days when my friends were faceless screen names with bogus persona's and we did nothing but play games.. Oh, to be twenty one again.

Think I'll go hide for the holidays..

Happy new year..

Mon, 01 Nov 2004 04:44:28 GMT

The Last Harvest.
The Earth nods a sad farewell to the God. We know that He will once again be reborn of the Goddess and the cycle will continue. This is the time of reflection, the time to honor the Ancients who have gone on before us and the time of 'Seeing". As we contemplate the Wheel of the Year, we come to recognize our own part in the eternal cycle of Life.
Blessed be..

Mon, 01 Nov 2004 04:40:06 GMT

Moon Faerie!

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The Gashlycrumb Tinies

Mon, 11 Oct 2004 17:06:07 GMT

A is for AMY who fell down the stairs
B is for BASIL assaulted by bears
C is for CLARA who wasted away
D is for DESMOND thrown out of a sleigh
E is for ERNEST who choked on a peach
F is for FANNY such dry by a leach
G is for GEORGE smothered under a rug
H is for HECTOR done in by a thug
I is for IDA who drowned in a lake
J is for JAMES who took lye by mistake
K is for KATE who was struck with an axe
L is for LEO who swallowed some tacks
M is for MAUD who was swept out to sea
N is for NEVILLE who died of ennui
O is for OLIVE run through with an awl
P is for PRUE trampled flat in a brawl
Q is for QUENTIN who sank in a mire
R is for RHODA consumed by a fire
S is for SUSAN who perished of fits
T is for TITUS who flew into bits
U is for UNA who slipped down a drain
V is for VICTOR squashed under a train
W is for WINNIE embedded in ice
X is for XERXES devoured by mice
Y is for YORICK who head was knocked in
Z is for ZILLAH who drank too much gin

Wondering if anyone still reads this thing..

Thu, 30 Sep 2004 20:13:48 GMT

I really need to reaquaint myself with this. It's definately been awhile since I've been here, about a year and a half in fact.
I need to mull over whether I'm just going to pick up like nothings happened or rehash the 2003/2004 season.. I'll get back to you on that.
Currently, I'm seeking employment that actually pays coin.. Wouldn't that be a treat!

Make sure your volume is on for this..

Tue, 20 May 2003 04:50:47 GMT

http://www.starterupsteve.com/swf/subliminal.html

Haha

Wed, 30 Apr 2003 15:58:13 GMT

Hey Mike, Fuck you.
Yeah.. you bullied and punched, tugged and pushed me here.. so here it is.
Alright kitten's. How are my most poshest of friends doing? Always a sleek party to attend, a bottle to upend and someone new to bed. What a life you all must lead.
Me? I'm joining a convent. I have suddenly been called to "God". Or maybe I've just been called to wear nothing under a habit for Mr Bowie. ::Shrugs indifferently::
Mom and I are going to be actors this year at Renn Faire. Whee. Guess who gets to learn to sew bodices? Aye lads and lassies.. that 'ould be me. Irish overskirts and simple peasant chemises from Alteryears.com sewing patterns. Pity me. I haven't sewed since Anna was 2.. She turns 5 in June.
Morgan came to stay with us for awhile. (My 13 year old son for those of you not in the know..) He is 6'3" and weighs 157lbs. I felt very short. He claims Rob Zombie is the shit and wanted me to take him to see House of a Thousand Corpses.. I opted to rent Harry Potter instead. I guess I suck..
So the new house is coming along.. I've dug out a water garden and I've laid the lining.. Need to go pick up slate to edge it. Baskets are hung.. Everlastings will be planted next. If only the rain would stop for a few days.
This weekend.. in lieu of fine dining, orgies, or swank dancing.. I am attending a wedding, hosting a baby shower.. and pulling a rabbit out of my ass.
Joy joy joy.

I'm a slacker

Mon, 03 Feb 2003 17:51:50 GMT

So it occured to me this morning that I've not only slacked on updating my journal.. but I haven't even kept up on everyone else..
I MISS MY SOAPS DAMNIT!
Yes.. its true..I never did watch Around the World as it falls through the sands of time.. or was it All my Toes fell off after Dr. Beau slept with Sissy's mother.... No.. I read Live Journal religiously..
So here we are.. It is Monday morning.. the space shuttle fell from the sky two days ago.. we finally signed on our house three days ago.. and.. and..
and..
and..
yes.. as of two hours ago.. after all the drama surrounding the "BIG MOVE".. We now own our house.
So.. who's for coming up to the Pacific Northwest and helping me landscape these 2 and a 1/2 acres o' land? I have a few trees that need felling and some that need moved.. I have a driveway that needs sculpting.. and well..
Oh... Gots tae go.. Mom, Anna-Beth, and I are going shopping for home decor crap.. Yay.

Love ya all..
I know I've been out of touch..
I'll put my head behind your rear wheels and you can all take turns running me over a few times..
Or.. I'll take spankings..
::Shrugs::

Fa La La.. Lalalala..

Tue, 24 Dec 2002 07:30:34 GMT

Happy holidays and all that crap.
SANTA!! COME HELP ME PACK!!

...

Sat, 16 Nov 2002 03:59:45 GMT

Yeah..
If you care to know..
I'm alive..
We haven't moved yet..
Sale fell through.
I'm broke..
If you owe me money?
Pay it back swiftly..
So I can pay those that I owe..
I don't give out free rides and I don't like taking being taken advantage of.. cause I don't like to take advantage of others..
I need a job..
Jeff broke his hand..
Clutz..
AoL blows..
I have a new email..
I'll update this someday..
XIkoIkoX@aol.com is still active..
New email is Verbena@IspWest.Com
Blah blah blah..
Happy Turkey Day and all that happy fucking holiday crap.
House went back on the market today..
We'll see what happens..
Whatever.

Greetings from X-19

Sat, 12 Oct 2002 17:22:32 GMT

Hello,
Yes.. in case you were wondering.. I am alive. I was abducted by aliens but was recently returned to planet Earth. Fret not.. X-19 is a beautiful place and I hope to return as soon as I can come up with the 20 million required to play "Who wants to be a Cosmonaut" in Russia.

Seriously though..
I haven't been in touch with many people because frankly I got a little weary of always sounding like a stressed out fruitcake. I'm not ignoring.. just.. going gray quietly. We had an incident with my daughter recently which wasn't pretty.. Just imagine a four year old little girl.. a six year old and a nine year old boy.. throw in the promise of a thousand Barbies.. some sexual assault.. cops.. ::Shudders:: She did everything she was supposed to do though.. She screamed.. she kicked... she ran.. she told. She was pissed she wouldn't get the Barbies though..
The other side of life? The all encompassing, overwhelming.. shit can't we just be done? life has more turns, barrel rolls, somersaults, and twists than a Magic Mountain roller coaster.. WE NEED A PLACE TO LIVE NOW!!..::Sighs:: Where was I? Right.. Condo is officially sold.. well.. maybe not officially.. but as official as it gets until the money's in our pocket type deal. The important thing is.. we have 17 days to move.. We're out of here by the 29th.. and by the skin o' our teeth we have found a new home. 155,000 dollars later.. 2 1/2 acres.. 3 bedrooms.. deck.. yard.. space to build the office/shop.. Whoof. lots of work..
X-19!! Take me away.....

Life sucks..

Mon, 09 Sep 2002 17:55:21 GMT

Please don't read this if you don't want to hear a whiney little wench go off.

So.. The end of a year finally nears its finale'.
In two days it is the anniversary? (Why does that sound so morbid? Anniversaries are supposed to be happy events..) of 9-11. 11 days after that, Jeff was mobilized and off he went.. So in exactly 16 days he will finally be home.. Am I supposed to be excited? I'm not. I'm kinda freaked out about it actually. I mean.. I've had the house to myself and the kids for the last year. We married after he left.. we've not really lived together as a married couple.. what if we don't get along? We probably won't.. We're night and day.. He's catholic.. I'm pagan.. He's republican.. I'm undecided.. My politics are on a case by case scenario.. I mean.. I DO NOT fault Clinton for all that is bad in the world..
Finances suck at the moment.. The Golf has a bit of an issue.. and its going to take a grand to get it fixed.. Mind you.. he needs that grand by tonight.. which means that I have to get the damned Russians to get off their asses and get us our money back out of their escrow account.. Why it is that they felt that forging signatures would be alright.. I have no idea. Must be Clintons fault.. Muahahaha..
Sometimes I feel like friends are fair weather only.. Its in crunches like this that you begin to understand who is truly a friend and who isn't.. I've been depressed..Morbidly depressed mind you.. My true friends have actually bothered to sit and listen to me ramble.. Not try to come up with the answers.. just to listen.. Thanks guys.. I appreciate it.
And Mike? You're a doll.. I know the offer was genuine.. but you know damned well I could never take anything from you.. You mean to much and I fear that loans would kill what we have.. Just keep being you.. Its more than enough. I've loaned enough money out and never gotten it back to understand that in the end.. its just bad news. I don't know when or how my situation is going to change at this point.. but the very fact that you offered means the world to me.
Q.. I love you.. You are always there to listen to me.. and to agree when I need that.. and to smack me upside the head and see reality when thats needed as well.. I can only hope that I've been able to return the same when its needed for you.. I'd hate to think that I sapped all your life from you and never fed it back in return.
Thats all for now..
The boys are back in school.. Yay, I guess.. The days feel weird now that summer is over.

Sick babies..

Wed, 21 Aug 2002 00:20:45 GMT

My poor dears are not feeling well.. Fevers.. coughs.. upset tummy's.
I hope tomorrow is a little better for them.

Home again, home again..

Tue, 20 Aug 2002 04:51:55 GMT

Ahh.. I'm home.
In a way, I feel sad.. I feel that this last week was an end to a portion of my life.. closure in a way. I hope its not.. and Mike says I'm a pessimist.. but we'll see I guess.
Like I said before.. the week began with a bang.. Touched down in LA and we met with the side of a bus that perform some rather graceless turning manuevers.. Strange little hispanic woman that should never have been licensed.. That little stick that comes off the steering wheel?? Its a turn signal! No! Really!!
So it was wait, wait, wait.. then it was race, race, race to the auto shop.. Zooom to the cottage.. drop bags quickly.. race to the studio.. draw on walls.. see Gilligans Island set?? It is BEAR GRASS Michael.. You are not supposed to mow it. Oh? We're off again? Let me catch my breath.. (Did I mention that I slept at the airport the night before? Did I say SLEEP??!! Smokin' crack, out of whack..) To another lot we head.. A quick bite to eat.. Yum... step just outside and whee.. David and Moby on stage.. the heat is starting to affect my brain.. Damn David looked yummy.
So we're standing there at the foot of the stage.. Rich is just in front of me, I'm not paying close attention.. David has caught my eye and he's looking me up and down between sets.. Next thing I know? Moby, who had been crouching down to adjust a chord sheet is suddenly sprawled on his back and Rich is standing over him, shouting something about "Just eat the fucking hamburger!" Very random.. I couldn't be concerned though.. David wanted to dance and who was I to say no... Iman wasn't anywhere to be seen.. (I later found out she went to go get lunch for herself and her man..) Somehow in the confusion of Moby needing medical attention.. and Rich dancing gleefully over his prone body while Michael dribbled to go ketchup packets into his gaping mouth.. I find myself backstage with David.. Harmless fun right? Wrong.. Iman decided to interupt which caused Davie to be a bit premature.. Guac, salsa and I hope it was sour cream are now dripping down my new dress.. Harumph!
So its back to the lot.. and then race race race.. back to the cottage.. change clothes yet again.. ::Rolls her eyes:: Stupid Iman.. I could have worn that dress all day... Oh well..
Dinner at.. Oh dear..help here.. Bucca de bepo? Whatever.. Fabulous Itallian food.. Back to the Paul's for Guinness and Witchblade.. Kathryn took what I am sure was a heavenly bath.. and then it was time for the beach. I love the Pacific Ocean.. Rich and I went down at midnight and played in the waves and talked about life.. He's so cute.. All he could do was go on and on and on and on.. did I say on and on about Ari and what an amazing woman she is? You'd think she was the Queen of Heaven from the way he speaks of her.. Glad he's heading home to his sweetheart as I write this.. I'm sure the reunion will last well into the next week. Swimming in pajamas.. Hrmm.. It was fun.
So the next day.. Tuesday? I am talked into putting these new fangled inventions on my feet called rollerblades so we can go down to the beach and play in the ocean some more.. Mm.. ok. I tried these out a few years ago.. I can do it.. I'm doing fine.. about a mile and a half into it though Michael comes up from behind me and screams that I'm a pussy and I need to go faster.. faster.... WHAM! Down I go.. he's finally swept me off my feet.. I'm brave though.. I grin, smile.. nod.. Head to the lifeguard tower and blanch when I realize that the cute, young, impossibly tanned babe up there is going to put iodine on my scraped ass.. Uhm.. no. Calf fine.. ass.. no. Within minutes we are body surfing.. ( I am pulled under no less than twice.. )Again.. Rich? I owe you a life debt I'm sure...
We limp home.. the kids are all complaining of sunburns.. Oh whaaa I say.. Try road rash!! With sand imbedded into your arse! Harumph!
Wednesday? I don't remember Wednesday.. Kit Kat? Was that the day we did girly day? With pedicures and shopping? I think it was.. I think I did laundry on that day.. Oh well.. Kat and I had this great time.. I love you Kat.. ::Sniffles:: I miss you.. Lunch at Subway.. Shopping.. pampering of toes and fingers.. Maybe this was Thursday.. I'm so confused.. Where is my Geritol?? NO! Wait.. Wednesday we went to The Roxy, The Rainbow Room and RJ's ribs... I remember!! Thursday was girlie/Beni day..
I know that we went to Benihana and had yummy yummies.. Paul was suddenly a chef and he was cooking marachino cherries and slinging plates at the cute little serving wenches.. and Tom? Dee's father? Wow.. I want some of that. Yum.
So Friday comes around.. Are you exhausted yet from reading?? I am.. Magic Mountain.. Ok. I'm a geek.. I've NEVER been to an amusement park.. I didn't even realize that coasters like that existed! The delight of the day however was Matt and Ben.. They taught me how to properly pronounce Harry Potter.. Apparently I have a garrish American accent.. and they have the delightfully correct English accent. I somehow went from looking like Linda somebody from Men in Black to sounding like Roseanne Barr.. AARRGGHHH.. Of all the insults I didn't need.. ( I'm reminding you now.. I still had that road rash from three days before.. and it hurt! ) Wouldn't have missed that day for the world.. I have a really cute picture of Michael and I on Batman though.. He looks kinda like a little monkey boy.. I'll post it someday..
Saturday.. ahh.. I was drugged the night before! I slept til 11 Am.. something I've not done in years.. I had the house to myself for a few hours so I walked down to where Kathryn works and went to lunch with her.. Then it was family night at the "Pauls".. Oh.. delicious brb-q like you've never experienced.. Wonderful ambience..
Sunday comes.. its the end of the vacation.. We head to brunch then race back to pack.. its off to the airport.. I am left at the gate.. damn the airports for not letting people walk all the way in without a ticket.. ::Sniff:: I didn't really cry til I was alone.. didn't want to cause a scene.. but again.. I felt that it was the end to a part of my life that I wasn't ready to give up..
Last strange thing that happens.. I'm all cozy in my little window seat and there is confusion on the plane.. they've overbooked. This woman was going to be forced from the plane and her husband was going to go on without her.. I held up my hand and offered to take a different flight so they could go together.. They agree.. I get off the plane.. and I'm told that for being generous I will have a voucher for a free round trip ticket. Yay? And.. Bonus.. I was on a flight forty five minutes later, flying first class because they had to get me home somehow and there was an available seat.. Yay...
Last night I got to sleep in my own bed.. ::Delightful sigh offered here:: Rich.. you snore.. I love you.. but damn.. and you hit.. Had to baricade all week against him..
So reality settles in..
I'm home now..
I went grocery shopping today..
It was refreshing..
But I will miss you guys..
Love to all.. hope you are being safe.
And Kat? Thank you again for the beautiful necklace and matching bracelet.. I will cherish them forever because they came from you..

Sunny California

Thu, 15 Aug 2002 23:11:22 GMT

Hello Everyone,
I know I haven't updated in a millenium..and I'm sorry. Poo on my, my life was never all that interesting anyway.
Last Monday morning I stepped onto a flight, leaving all my children behind me for a week. My destintation? Sunny California.
This marks the middle of my vacation.. and though I will wait to do a complete update upon my return.. I will venture to inform all who care that I am having a madly wonderful time. I have been almost carried out to sea twice.. Thanks Rich, for both rescues.. I think in some cultures I owe you a life debt twice over or something.. I've been dumped to the pavement by my own clutzy self.. and have been limping around like a gimp for two days now.. Road rash.. gotta love it. And I also got to spend some quality girl time with Kathryn today.. Manicures, pedicures.. fun shopping and lunch. Yay..
Although there is more.. seeing David Bowie in a very laidback setting.. eating Lady and the Tramp style scrumpious Italian food in the kitchen of a restaurant.. Nothing has been more fun than finally meeting my extended family face to face after so very many years.. I feel so fortunate to have so many dear old and new friends..
Props.. Its not over yet.. who knows what the rest of the week will bring..
Stay tuned..
Outies

After searching and searching..

Fri, 19 Jul 2002 00:14:02 GMT

Yay.
Jeff and I went out to look for the second time with the agent at the house we've been talking about for a couple of weeks.
He dropped me off at the house then took off down into the valley to go make the offer and sign the paper work..
Here it is..
Our new home..

Wed, 10 Jul 2002 02:07:36 GMT

Life is not measured by the number of
breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away

Prospects of purchasing a new house.

Sat, 29 Jun 2002 16:24:53 GMT

Jeff and I have been looking for a new home since long before he left Sept. 22, 2002.
The problem? He didn't want to move out of Puyallup.. Traffic congested, strip mall laden, no trees (as far as I'm concerned, nasty school district, just far enough away to be a hassle but not close enough to anything to be a conveniance, Puyallup.
I guess he finally believed me when I said that I didn't want him to have to commute two hours each way to work when he is demobilized.. Miss him.. we all do.. Anyway.. He found a house out in Gorst. This is right outside of Bremerton which is where he works.. Translation? 5 minutes to work.. roll out of bed and into uniform.. get into car..Yay... you're there.
We are doing the paperwork for pre-approval and we go to look at the property next Wednesday..
It has everything we're looking for.. Four bedrooms, family/great room. 2.27 acres of land.. Koi pond, fountain, hot tub, patio.. Lots of room for the kids to run and not drive me insane..
Happy happy joy joy..

Our future dream house..

Too much sun, the drone of bagpipes, Guinness delights, and a solitary birthday greeting

Sun, 23 Jun 2002 14:59:51 GMT

Yesterday I turned 31..

We woke early to head towards the Tacoma Highland Games. My husband as usual wore his kilt, and I my kilted mini skirt. The sun broke through early and continued to shine all day. Wearing a sleevless blouse was probably not the most intelligent thing to do without sunblock.. but hey, I'm only 31 right? I have years to go before I worry about skin cancer.
Much Guinness was lifted to different toasts.. it was fun.. a good prelude to the large Games which transpire the last weekend of July.
When I got home.. (Stumbled home) there was a message on my voice-mail wishing me happy birthday.. Thank you for that at least.. I needed to hear it.
Now I'm just hung over and wishing the bright sunshine would choose not to shine directly through my office window and straight into my squinting eyes..
Ech.. must move.

This is what I fear.

Sat, 08 Jun 2002 02:47:31 GMT

CDC Has Plans To Force Mandatory
Smallpox Vaccine On The US
Dr. Sherri Tenpenny
C/O New Medical Awareness Seminars
14761 Pearl Road #263
Strongsville, Ohio
44136 440 268-0897
6-5-2

The CDC held a meeting in Atlanta on May 30, 2002 in which there were over 300 "invited guests" -- including the Head of the National Police Association and the Head of National Fireman's Association -- and will be conducting a series of meetings over the next two weeks to "solicit comments on the use of smallpox vaccine before and aftera potential smallpox outbreak or bioterroist attack." (http://www.cdc.gov/od/oc/media/pressrel/a020530.htm)

This is unprecedented.

When did the CDC ever care what the general public thinks about its policies?

The general public does not know the dangers of smallpox vaccine and has been conditioned to think that it is "just another vaccine."

Meetings will be held June 6 in NYC and SF; June 8 in St. Louis; June 11 in San Antonio. The Nat. Academy of Science will meet in Washington, D.C. on June 15 and then on June 19-20, the AdvisoryCommittee of Immunization Practices (ACIP) will meet in Atlanta and will allow 4 hours of public comment. Then ACIPwill vote on recommendations for starting smallpox vaccination.....or not.

After the CDC submits its final recommendations to The White House, TommyThompson and Tom Ridgewill have the ,Äúfinal say,Äù including veto power on the recommendations. Imagine that: they are politicians -- not doctors or scientists. So, the CDC is trying to find a medium between being "politically correct" and public safety.

Insider word has it that Tom Ridge wants to start vaccinating First responders.

This has the potential to be a major disaster. The smallpox virus would be released back into the general circulation -- as a preemptive move based only on a perceived threat of potential terrorism. There are serious, potentially fatal side effects associated with this vaccine, especially for patients who are immuno-suppressed: those with diagnosed and undiagnosed HIV/AIDS; on steroids such as Prednisone; have cancer; have had an organ transplant; or have eczema. The virus can easily be passed from someone who has been vaccinated to one of these people.

The CDC is suggesting "ring vaccination" as a means of containment in the event of an attack, butthere is a caveat: 100% compliance is necessary to make it work...meaning, that even those with medical contraindications will most likely be vaccinated. This truly has the potential for deadly consequences.

Once the virus is released, no one really knows what will happen. And the risk of spreading it around the world is nearly 100%. Reintroducing this vaccine has the potential for having greatest adverse effect on the health of Americans in our history.

I will be testifying in St. Louis as one of the national experts on the adverse effects of vaccination and I planto attend the ACIP meeting in Atlanta. Please let your friends and family members know that this is NOT 'just another vaccine' and the risk of the vaccine is still much greater than the risk of the disease.

Dr. Sherri Tenpenny C/O New Medical Awareness Seminars 14761 Pearl Road #263 Strongsville, Ohio44136 440-268-0897

My advice is to run, hide whatever but DO NOT let them stick you with a vaccine that DOES NOT WORK and probably will kill thousands. If it comes to this I will post info on how to protect yourself from Small Pox or any other biotoxin they care to release.

Annie Oakley.. Get yer gun!

Sun, 02 Jun 2002 00:11:22 GMT

Alllllrighty then.
So thursday my darling takes me to the target range and tells me firmly that I'm going to finally learn how to defend myself with our gun.
Yeah right I say.. shaking a bit. I'm game.
So we get there and he hands me this .40 caliber Rutger semi-automatic and tells me to go through the drill.. Mind you I've been practicing loading and unloading this thing for a few months now.. but I've never actually shot it.. or any other gun for that matter.
So after going through the drill he fires 12 rounds, explaining to me all about recoil, how to line up sights, etc..
Finally its my turn.. I've been jumping every time someone around us fires a weapon.. I'm getting over it though.. I HAVE to get over it, right? Right.. So I'm holding the gun, turning my body.. squinting my eye. peering.. squeezing.. and BANG! I did it!
12 shots later.. at 7 and 10 yards we pull the bad guy back up to us and inspect..
Not bad.. I got 8 out of the 12 in the orange center square.. 3 just below.. and one off the target about where the groin would be.
Everyone was pretty impressed.. I guess having them grouped together was something to be proud of.. I was shaking so much from adrenaline though.. I just wanted out of there and back out into the sunshine..
We're going back next week.

At least I find "myself" amusing..

Mon, 27 May 2002 04:54:30 GMT

I found this during one of my endlessly boring web searches of something that had nothing to do with this.. I found it touched with humor.. perhaps you will too.

www.the-night.net

STEP ONE: PICKING A GOTH NAME

When it comes down to truly exploring your new found Gothic freedom and "individuality," nothing helps more than a new Gothic name. Now is your opportunity to display your inner turmoil to the world and begin a new life of answering the eternal question "Is that your REAL name?" First decide what facet of your blackened heart you truly want to explore...

1) Your tragic, teary eyed, poetry writing, romantic soul?

2) Your arcane, mysterious, sexual, ancestral vampire past?

3) Your giggly, speed snorting, obnox...ahem..."perky" id?

4) Your scarred, angry, tormented and angst ridden ego?

5) Your carefully cultivated self loathing and destructive nature.

Your main focus should be creativity, so let your imagination run wild. However, be sure to throw in a healthy dose of pretense and creepiness (You're Goth dammit!!).

As an aid, here are some Gothic mainstays...

1) Names from the animal kingdom. The spookier the animal the better! (Bat, Rat, Raven, Cat, Spider, you get the idea.)

2) Names from fairytales and folklore (I think there are enough "Liliths" in the world and Brother Grimm is already taken, so hands off!)

3) Names from the underworld (There's a great book offering the names and descriptions of many minor and lesser demons called "Fallen Angels" by Robert Masello. Pick it up!)

4) Names from the bible (Unless you're Hispanic, I'd stay away from Jesus just to avoid confusion.)

5) Names of nasty inflictions or bad habits (Hmmm...how about Melena?)

6) Names from horror movies and/or books (No...Jason or Freddie don't count.)

7) Names from poetry (For you weepy types...*grrr*)

Feel free to mix and match to taste. After all, Goth is about diversity, creativity and individuality (to a certain predetermined extent at least) right?

STEP TWO: CLAIMING YOUR GOTHIC SELF

Now that your named your Gothly self you will need to pick what kind of Goth you are.... And claim it as your own. This is most easily done by exploring the dark, sinister, self absorbed, angst ridden side of your personality... If you are a hippie, then dig down to the darkness that is the basis of all personalities... Become a Summer of Love Goth - If you are a Geek become a Cyber Goth, if you love the Ren Fair then try Ren Faire Goth, if you think of yourself as a Stevie Nicks clone then become an Etherial Goth. There is an endless list of the type of Goth you can be....Explore your inner darkness and let it shine darkly through!!!

STEP THREE: GothITUDE

While lurking in eerie, shadowy corners, your posture must be theatrical, vibrating with a melancholy that is as tangible as the clove cigarette you are smoking. Hunch lightly forward your delicate shoulders and perch vulture-like as you gaze despondently around the hazy club.

Clenched gracefully in your pale hand with your jewel-laden, tapering fingers, slowly wave your ebony lace fan and keep your inky, kohl-rimmed eyes downcast, gazing gently and demurely. You are bleakly serene, demonstrating a superb maudlin poise.

If your mournful, ivory face, should unexpectedly ripple with a rebellious glimmer of happiness, or even playful enjoyment, lethargically, with a tragic soft sigh, lower your head and shield behind your fan that unacceptable smile. Excuse yourself with a breathy whisper or a mysterious polite phrase and a tearful eye and languidly stroll toward the murky bathroom where you obsessively, with a poetically tragic stance, begin powdering your nose. Take great care to avoid sprinkling your silver nose ring, remember not to powder over your bhindi.

When dancing, think of your dance as a magical conjuring or ceremonial evocation. Whirl, sway, twist and swoop to your own private and tormented rhythm. All movement should be listless, sultry, at times suddenly dipping dramatically to one side or lunging forward to express a sudden stab of inner angst or passion that is coinciding with (or not) a certain place in the music.

Poetically speaking: You must convince people that you are trapped here on this dreary physical plane - forever wandering in search of mysterious, shadowy dimensions. The dark, yet gossamer wings of unremembered memories subtly inspire you, as you endure all the despair of your soul's existence, past and present.

At all times, emote angst, apathy, and despair.

Last, remember that being Gothic is not just a fashion statement, it's a cry for help and is a convincing solution to almost any Fashion Emergency.

Release the batttttts.....

STEP FOUR: MAKE-UP/HAIR

1) Facial hair

Yes you can be Goth too even if you have a tan and copious facial hair. The first thing you need is a razor. If you're a dude with a beard think 'topiary'. Watch the three musketeers -- the one with Michael York. Pleeeeasee check out the guy with the eye patch who boffs the Fay Dunaway character and sculpt some interesting creative facial hair.

If you want to maintain an aura of dark-manly-wolf (tm kallisti), leave your eyebrows to nature. Otherwise, shave them off. Eyebrows are an artform and cannot be contained by the whims of DNA.

All Goths who want to identify with a feminine side, should shave their eyebrows completely off to cleanse the facial palate for true expression.

2) Skin tone -- Spoooky Clown White

Use a powder base at least two shades lighter than your natural skin tone. Kryolan makes a good one. Think artifice. Think theater. All references to a natural daylight appearance should eradicated and spackled. Your lips have no boundaries. Cover their line. Your skin must have a luminous glow which will float disembodied in the candlelight. Creatures of the night unite!

3) Those lips! Those Eyes!

Eyes can wing off the face. Or they can smolder like Valentino. This is where creativity can shine!! All novices must use black. You can't go wrong. Black eye liner is a must. Black powder eye shadow is fabu. Go wild.

Lips? Don't be hindered by the memory of your previous self's lips. With a dark red or black lipstick and a liner you can create new lips. Take the liner, draw the outline of what you think your lips should be as your new Goth self and fill them in with the lipstick and blot.

Please note, the liner does not have to be the same shade as the lipstick but it should be darker.

Welcome the new flesh.

4) Hair - Rat it , dye it, torture it - Edward ScissorHands had perfect Goth Hair....Be sure to buy a can of super hold hairspray and apply it liberally. Or for a more dramatic effect, shave your hair completely off to make room for those fabulous Goth Eyes!!!

STEP FIVE: FASHION

Black is the corner stone of all Gothly styles... Do not be afraid. Find every piece of black clothing and cloth that you have available to you...

Pin everything together... Think flowing, think wispy, think of a corpse raising from the grave.... Think vampires.... What would Lestat be wearing right this second???

The most important feature of any self respecting Goth is .... Accessories and Props: A partial list of the basics follows... use your imagination to create your very own personal style....

Cheap fishnet stockings worn on legs or pulled over head (cut a hole in the crotch and pull over your head, then stick your fingers thru the toes!!!)(if you need to buy these try New York Apparel on upper Haight), any old lace, ribbon, dead roses, dead pets, incense, nail polish, rosaries, crosses or other religious paraphernalia, clove cigarettes, whips, fetish gear, black scarves, tulle, etc., One of your most important props will be: a fan, a book of dark poetry, an antique lacy handkerchief, or anything else that you can use to hide that improper and unsightly smile.

**please - No Tennis Shoes!!!

STEP SIX: MUSIC

Ahhh music - one of the most important items that separates Goths from the rest of humanity.... Check in your CD collection... Look for anything that is maudlin, dark, sad, evil, etherial, angry, angst ridden, pathetic - anything that brings self pitying tears to your eyes or hatred to your heart....anything that allows that inner darkness to come boiling to the surface... Play it over and over and over and over again... Make it part of who you are..... Identify with it..... Incorporate it into your total Goth identity.....

STEP SEVEN: PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF MAUDLIN POETIC APLOMB

Each Gothling-to-Be is required to write and internalize bitter poetic musings. This recitation can be likened to the talent portion of a beauty contest, although there is no crowned winner to be named -- Your deep inner ponderings should reflect accurately your assigned Goth name, your designated Goth type, and the resulting fashion, attitude and makeup adjustments