http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:ourbleedingangel&section=today deviantART RSS for by:ourbleedingangel en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Mon, 14 Dec 2009 14:28:28 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://ourbleedingangel.deviantart.com/journal/21030965/ http://ourbleedingangel.deviantart.com/journal/21030965/ Fri, 17 Oct 2008 12:14:23 PDT She's adorable though. She's starting to get a little drool, and her crying comes with real tears now. They say any day now she'll start making those 'cute' noises and smiling. I hope so. I also can't wait for her to enjoy her toys and like her baths.

Chris gets to go to Austin Monday to get fitted for his uniform: HE'S GOING TO BE A SHERIFF DEPUTY!!! He was so nervous they weren't going to hire him. The department had narrowed it down to three people: an old guy with 20 yrs experience, a man with 6 yrs experience, then Chris...fresh out of the academy. Luckily they chose him. He is looking forward to it. We're both excited as hell. He's going to be a rookie.

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* My Christopher graduated third from his class in the police academy. I am so proud of him.

* I had a beautiful baby girl on September 18th. It's hard to believe I'm a Mommy now, and Chris and I worry that we'll be good parents. She doesn't let you sleep much, but she's the cutest thing I've ever seen...espectally when she fart-sneezes.

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Vacation was fun though. There wasn't any fighting, which, surprised me. The condo we rented at the resort was nice too: kitchen, livingroom, dining area, two bathrooms, two large bedrooms, with a balcony for one of the larger bedrooms & livingroom...then there was a spiral staircase where mine and Chris's area was (another small floor): big bed room, our own bathroom, and third floor (WONDERFUL VIEW) balcony. We ate around at local restaraunts, hit up the beach with boogie boards & seashell hunting, relaxed in beach chairs wasting the day away listening to the surf and drinking our beer, minigolfing, shopping, using the resort pool/hot tub, and Schlitterbahn. I only got sun burnt twice: once on my right arm from sitting in the car the whole trip there, and that same day when we went swimming at the beach. All the other times I was fine. Got kidney punched by a wave...Mom lost her sunglasses...Butch and Chris actually hung out and did guy stuff...Heather played minigolf for her first time...Jamie didn't get flipped from her intertube...and I got to see Chris swim.

We drove back the Saturday before last. That following Monday Chris had to go see a doctor for his foot because it started to bother him on the day before. Doctor told him it was a mild infection from a bug bite, gave him antibiotics, and sent him on his merry way. Tuesday night while playing pool at a friend's ''going away'' party, my friends convinced me to take him to the ER because his foot swelled up and turned purple to his ankle. Spent the rest of the week (til Friday) in the hospital with him because it turned out he had a MRA Staff Infection (resistant to most antibiotics). He got wicked sick from it and had to take IV antibiotics because nothing else was helping him. He's happy to be home now, but we all have to be careful around him because there is a slight chance that we could get it too if we do not keep our hands and stuff clean. He has to use special antibacterial shower things, we have to clean the shower each time anyone uses it, and he had to throw away all of the socks he's worn. It's crazy. You can get a staff infection from anything. Seriously. Anything...and it's some scary stuff.

So all this week I've been trying to clean house and catch up on my college work. I'm a week behind now. Two weeks from now we'll be going up to Lake Jackson to help watch Chris's parents' house while they are on vacation for a week too...so expect some more beach pictures by the end of the month. My Sarah and Jamie are coming too. Sarah's excited because it's been ages since she's been to the beach...we're going to steal some sand...

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I deleted my Oblivion character...49 hours of playing time...on accident. I saved Chris's game over mine instead of loading my game.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid...

So I am starting over...

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I've got this all planned out. Lol. I'm going to love being in costume.

I'll post pictures when I'm in full character.

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I am so happy I am not going to be alone anymore.

(I still love my Sarah though! No offense, not refering to the whole 'alone' as though you didn't bring me tons of fun...but...I don't think you could fill some of these 'alone' feelings. Lol. You should play hookie and come with us to get his things...BEACH!!!)

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It's Texas...Central Texas. Easter! It's snowed! We got six inches of snow and sleet! ACTUAL SNOW!!!

It started at four in the morning with sleet...then from two in the afternoon to eight at night it snowed. Huge globs of snow!

Heather, Jamie, Sarah, and I made a three foot tall snow Easter bunny named Edwardo. He's still alive this morning.

I LOVE THE BUNNY!!!

Check out my myspace for some video.

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Long evening and even longer night for Central Texas. A long string of thunderstorms bringing hail, lightning, floods, and tornadoes ravaged through the area. Many of us figured the rain would do us some good; we were still inches from being taken off of a burn ban, and the blue bonnets needed the water...

My friend Sarah came over after her bout of college classes at the local campus so we could go on our weekly outing after my sister Jamie got home from the bus. (Each Friday we all try to go out and do something fun: Olive Garden, Movies, Mall, Coffee, Ect. ) We took no mind in the distant thundering, and settled down in the living room with the 360 to watch each other play some Oblivion. Slowly, the sky outside grew darker and the thunder closer.

Rain began. We still thought nothing of it. After all, it is April. Strange weather is what makes Texas, well, Texas. The rain built up and the satellite went out, so I went to my room to investigate the storm on the live radar...it was getting just past four and my sister's bus hadn't shown up yet. I turned on my police scanner. (Yeah, I'm the ulitmate nerd...)

I heard garbled messages of 10-50's, busses being redirected back to the schools, roads closing, cows floating across Hwy 190, and funnel clouds.

All bus riders were sent back to the Intermediate School because the highway was closed in three different places. Cars were being swept off of bridges, houses were being evacuated, and rivers were breeching their banks all over the county.

"Uh...Hey Sarah, tell me if you start to see water in the living room anywhere." (That previous Monday had brought heavy rains, and to my shock, the cracks in the living room floor had birthed mini-rivers during the process.)

"Yeah, we're still good."

Less than a minute went by of typing searches for local radar on my computer when Sarah yelled from the hall:

"Uh...Tiffanie? There's water starting in...I think we need to get some towels."

"Give me a second, they're giving a weather up-date." (The scanner raged of hail and continued flooding.)

"No, Tiffanie. We need towels now. It's getting everywhere. FAST!"

- Shit -

The living room was starting to turn into a series of swelling mini-rivers from the cement cracks. There was also water pooling from two spots in the baseboards. - SHIT - We hurried to unplug, rearrange, and pick up electrical equipement. 360 was saved just in time.

We checked the other rooms. My mom's room had a small water spot in the corner near her bathroom, my sister Heather had two spots: one in a corner, another under her platform bed - Fuck me -, the bath room and hall was wet... - Wait. WHAT? -

I ran into my room (which I JUST left) and the floor was starting to convert into swampland. The hall and bathroom was wet from water coming from under my bedroom wall. - God, I hope I get struck by lightning.... -

"SARAH!!! Our ship is SINKING!!! We need more BUCKETS!!!"

"We don't have any more dry towels!" She was screaming at me from the living room as I sloshed through my bedroom picking up anything that couldn't get ruined.

I threw the blankets from off my bed. - Shit - It did no good. I took the last two HAND towels and put them in front of my door to keep the water from taking up too much of the laminant tiles from the hall floor.

We tried clean-up factory slave style: one person ran from room to room collecting wet towels and running the dryer while another hand rung out towels in the bathroom. We swapped when the ringer's arms got numb. There was no way to get the towels dry fast enough...

We didn't know what to do anymore. The rain eventually stopped after a few minutes of hail. Sarah and I gave up and watched things float by outside. We sat out on the driveway with our scanner, coffee mugs, and lawn chairs waiting for the busses to be allowed to run again. Roads were still closed and the children were not being allowed to ride home in our direction. Jamie was still stuck at school...it's six thirty in the evening. The scanner was saying they may be there over night. - Ugggghhhhh -

The home lines weren't working and it took me twenty minutes to find signal, walking around, to get my cell to work. I called my Aunt in town and she went and got Jamie and offered to watch her over night with my cousins. Three hours later, the roads were allowed to be driven, but chunks of pavement was missing in several places.

I didn't feel like cooking. Jamie was at my Aunt's house. Sarah and I had to wait on the dryer to have more dry towels. There was just so much water.

"Hey Sarah...are you hungry?"

"Do you think they'll deliver right now?"

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Until then: Merry Easter, or holiday, or what you will.

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After a few boring hours of typing away at my computer, I wandered from my room in search of more coffee to find a slippery surprise. The living room floor was puddled in water!

Sure it had been raining all day and the Weather Man was howling about flash flood warnings, but never did I imaging it being in my house.

I looked up with a sinking stomach, wondering how much it would cost to fix a failing ceiling to notice it was drip-less and dry. There was too much water collected in random places along the cement for it to have been me over watering a plant. Apparently the water was veining up through cracks that coursed through the cement living room floor (much to my horror).

The rain continued to slowly bubble and pool from small places in the floor, and with the aqueous supply pumping down from the sky outside, the placement and pressing of dry towels wouldn't stop it. I was at a loss of words.

Thankfully the rain let up the slightest bit and the miniature rivers dried. I still have towels over the major leaks as a safety measure while I sleep. We're in for more rain for the next two days. I love the rain, however, this is rediculous.

Damn the elements.

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I get so angry with myself sometimes. The best place for me right now is here with my youngest sister, I know. I do regret coming back however. I get so lonely. Bored. Used up and wasted away. I feel like I'm rotting some days.

It has seemed like it is getting easier. Not that the situations have changed, but because I am getting used to them. I also realize that Jamie needs me. We've been doing more stuff together too. We went to the movies, we try to eat out at least once a week, we cleaned (completely) her room, we play games, do chores together.

I started last week to give her an allowance. She's never had one. She'll be eleven in May, and I'm hoping this will teach her financial responsibilities (something I can't really credit my Mom for). My Sarah and us are going to get season passes for Scarborough Fair too and this will give her spending money to get something from there. If she does her chores and her room is kept clean at the end of each week she gets five bucks. I think she's old enough.

Bills here at the house are getting paid on time now, and since I've moved back they're less. Sure, it's just Jamie and I, but it is still an accomplishment. My Mom and other sister always seem to waste stuff to me. They leave stuff on, take hour showers, and buy senseless junk. I just don't understand.

Then I get angry again, but with myself for not being able to understand. I always tend to make things more difficult. I don't know what do think. There's the fun side to being here, then there's the stagnant.

I am utterly confused and frustrated...but relieved at the same time.

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AUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!

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and refuses to go to her weekly meetings.

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I am so angry I'm doing this alone.

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“Second, (holding up hand, brandishing my ring), I don’t think my husband would appreciate you hitting on me when I am sending him packages in Iraq.”

“And third, that’s really cute, but I am bit older than you think, and I would simply love it if you two could skip along because I have fifteen minutes until I have to be into town to pick my little girl up from school.”



Okay, so a majority of that was a lie. All I wanted to do was send out Mom’s packages and head down to town to get Jamie from school. I didn’t want to be late, and I had no time and very little patience to be hit on by some loser guys. Sure, I was trying to be nice and let them cut a head of me because I was still filling out the customs information on the boxes. There was no sense in them waiting behind me when there was no one in front of me.

They handed over their package to the postal lady and checked their P.O. box as I stepped up to send out mine. As they headed out the door, the long haired punk turned and told me thank you:

“Yeah, no problem. There was just no sense in you having to wait.”

“Oh, waiting wouldn’t have been a problem as long as I was standing right behind you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You wouldn’t want to give me your info so we could hang for a while, maybe a night?”



And I let loose on him. I was quite proud of myself. I’ve been more outspoken the past year and have started to stand up more. Friday took the cake with that one. Neither one of them spoke as I stood there lecturing them. I think I embarrassed them…and it made me feel liberated. I was just sick of people being dicks. I honestly wasn’t looking my best that day either. Typical jeans, St. Patty’s Day t-shirt, flip flops, no make up, and my hair was half dry and wind blown from driving with my windows down. They left quicker than they came in.



“So…had a bad day?”

“No. Almost all of that was a lie. I just hate people like that.”

The postal lady told me that made her day. She couldn’t stop laughing.

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My handcuffs finally came in too. So, that's a plus.

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The tables are turned Baby...put your combat boots on, this time you're taking one for the team.

I love you.

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Who would have guessed she hated it? As soon as I put it on her she went into "freak-out" mode: she backed into a corner and didn't move forever. When she finally did move, she made the bell jingle which made her situation spiral downhill. Appearantly she doesn't like the noise the bell makes and could not figure out, for the life of her, why (no matter how fast she ran) she couldn't get away from it.

She ran around mad for a hellish twenty minutes when, to my and probably her relief, the bell noise stopped. I figured she got tired and went to sleep. My Sarah and I watched TV enjoying the silence. Wait...it's been quiet...for close to an hour now. Where's Mercy?

We could not find her anywhere. Even crinkling a peppermint wrapper didn't draw her out from where she was hiding. That usually always worked! We finally found her curled up behind the dryer in the fetal possition scared to move because of the damn bell. I felt horrible. I took it off of her and she cowered in my lap until she felt safe enough to get up. I'm sure she hates me now. I can't believe she's scared of a bell.

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