So the weirdest thing happened to me yesterday. Me and grandpa went out to breakfast, things were normal, nothing weird. Then on our way to Wal-Mart, I called mom to talk to her a bit, she mentioned about how she needed to pick up her's and my step-dad's medicine and I told her that I could pick it up for her since me and gramps were on our way there after we were done at Wal-Mart.
I hung up with her and me and gramps did what we needed to at the store before heading over to Save-Mart to grab milk and my parents medicine. He said he will grab milk and have it paid for and then meet me out in the truck while I wait in line at the store Pharmacy. So after a while I was standing behind this woman (who looked to be in her early 20's) and her little boy (who may have been..3?). Cute little guy, hyper as sin too, running all around in the dairy department (which is RIGHT there next to the pharmacy.)
He would look at me and I would give him a big grin, he'd laugh and almost tackle his mom and begin giggling. He would run around some more, drawing his attention back at me, I'd grin, say hello, wave, and he'd go right back and cling to his mom giggling. After a couple minutes it was their turn to go up, by the time the mom stood forward that little boy turned right around, started at me and head a death grip to my left leg, clinging. He looked up at me with a huge grin and said: "Daddy!"
Breakfast: 25 dollars
Trip to save-mart: possibly 5 bucks on gas
The look on the mother's face when her 3 year old son called me daddy really loud in the store: Priceless
Oh lord the look on her face...bright red with embarrassment. After that she picked up her son and walked to the counter as I stood there trying not to die from holding in my laughter..it was to funny. So yeah I was a "Daddy" for a few seconds, I bet you guys really thought I had a kid didn't you? I would love to hear about your weirdest moments, leave a comment, I'll deffinately read them!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Job Corps & Personal Bleh...
So I was informed by my mom the other day that there is a US Job Corps (first time EVER hearing about it). She gave me what info she knew and told me I should check it out, so i did. I was very intrigued about this Job Corps and it is all over the US. They basically train you for the type of CAREER that YOU want to go for, and it is all at no cost to me if I go for it. They give allowances, cash bonuses if you complete a goal, and provide free housing.
I will have to move when/if I get in to this, which is no big deal to me (I just hope I don't have to room with anyone, I don't like the idea of rooming with someone I don't know, but If I so not have a choice, I can deal.). So yeah I am actually really excited and sounds like something I can enjoy, no more having to learn about bullshit I don't need. I totally want to train for Computer Graphic Design if they have that type of training available (I don't see why they wouldn't, Graphic design is big in the US when it comes to websites, banners, etc.).
Did I mention I was excited? I am VERY excited, I will be calling this place (can't remember what it's called) fore more info and will be asking questions so I am informed more clearly and understand the ups, downs, side to side, in and outs. *bounces* excited excited excited lmao.
Now on a more personal note.....
I got to sleep at a decent time last night and I woke up at 4am. I feel absolutely great, I'm not sick anymore (If you are following me on Twitter I have mentioned how I haven't been feeling well for a while.). I feel...hyper for some reason, filled with awareness. I plan on doing laundry today and cleaning my room a bit (It is a "tad" messy *lies*). My mice and snake tank is already cleaned so I don't have to worry about them today, I may actually take Donnovan (snake) out for a bike ride with me today (and if not I will deffinately do that tomorrow) but first I need to check the tires and such.
Today just feels like a real good day for me, and, I am glad (well duh, who wouldn't?). I am just in a real good mood, as if I feel like nothing can make this worse for me (except my grandma..I wont get into that lmao). So yeah, that is pretty much it, I will be posting about my little adventure for sure with Donnovan when we go for that bike ride. Have y'all a wonderful Morning/Afternoon/Evening!
I will have to move when/if I get in to this, which is no big deal to me (I just hope I don't have to room with anyone, I don't like the idea of rooming with someone I don't know, but If I so not have a choice, I can deal.). So yeah I am actually really excited and sounds like something I can enjoy, no more having to learn about bullshit I don't need. I totally want to train for Computer Graphic Design if they have that type of training available (I don't see why they wouldn't, Graphic design is big in the US when it comes to websites, banners, etc.).
Did I mention I was excited? I am VERY excited, I will be calling this place (can't remember what it's called) fore more info and will be asking questions so I am informed more clearly and understand the ups, downs, side to side, in and outs. *bounces* excited excited excited lmao.
Now on a more personal note.....
I got to sleep at a decent time last night and I woke up at 4am. I feel absolutely great, I'm not sick anymore (If you are following me on Twitter I have mentioned how I haven't been feeling well for a while.). I feel...hyper for some reason, filled with awareness. I plan on doing laundry today and cleaning my room a bit (It is a "tad" messy *lies*). My mice and snake tank is already cleaned so I don't have to worry about them today, I may actually take Donnovan (snake) out for a bike ride with me today (and if not I will deffinately do that tomorrow) but first I need to check the tires and such.
Today just feels like a real good day for me, and, I am glad (well duh, who wouldn't?). I am just in a real good mood, as if I feel like nothing can make this worse for me (except my grandma..I wont get into that lmao). So yeah, that is pretty much it, I will be posting about my little adventure for sure with Donnovan when we go for that bike ride. Have y'all a wonderful Morning/Afternoon/Evening!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
A Far Away Friend...
I just came to realize one of the main reasons I don't leave the house. I use to almost always hang out with a friend of mine, Michael , who had joined the Marines last year, gone through boot camp and all the other requirements to be an official marine. He is married to a wonderful woman, Courtney, whome he has dated for about 3-4 years before getting married. People often ask me why they married so young, sure they are 19 but they did have a strong relationship for 3-4 years, so to them it really didn't matter.
His wife is also another really good friend of mine, we have been friends before her and Michael even met. I have known Courtney since freshman year and she is kind and caring to her friends and loved ones, and often times when I am not in the best of moods she is there to see me feel better, damn her funny ass jokes haha. I believe Courtney and Michael met during our sophmore year, I can't exactly remember, I don't remember much of High school honestly.
I have known Michael since about...second or third grade, and we kind of broke connection after fifth grade. We honestly didn't like each other very much, he was the arrogant asshole and I was the one pissing him off (I got my do's afterward lmao). Then connection were brought back after my family and I moved into our new home (we lived in an apartment) and just so happened to move into our house around the corner of where Michael lived.
Well, soon after, he had moved away with his wife, not exactly too far, but everything is far to me if it isn't 30min away. He lives 5 hours south from me now, and got to visit him and Courtney once for a week. They had moved on base where he was stationed, he plans on them moving off base as soon as he returns from Afghanistan, as of which he is leaving in October. Courtney will be moving in with her grandmother, whome lives 30 minutes away from me, temporarily until Michael's return, and then they will get a house off base.
All in all, I miss hanging out with them, they were the only people that made me feel like I had a life away from the computer, sad I know. It will be worse on Courtney though when Michael is shipped across seas, he will be gone for a year or so time period. This would be the longest she will be dealing without Michael's presence, be she will know that everyone will miss him greatly until his return...
His wife is also another really good friend of mine, we have been friends before her and Michael even met. I have known Courtney since freshman year and she is kind and caring to her friends and loved ones, and often times when I am not in the best of moods she is there to see me feel better, damn her funny ass jokes haha. I believe Courtney and Michael met during our sophmore year, I can't exactly remember, I don't remember much of High school honestly.
I have known Michael since about...second or third grade, and we kind of broke connection after fifth grade. We honestly didn't like each other very much, he was the arrogant asshole and I was the one pissing him off (I got my do's afterward lmao). Then connection were brought back after my family and I moved into our new home (we lived in an apartment) and just so happened to move into our house around the corner of where Michael lived.
Well, soon after, he had moved away with his wife, not exactly too far, but everything is far to me if it isn't 30min away. He lives 5 hours south from me now, and got to visit him and Courtney once for a week. They had moved on base where he was stationed, he plans on them moving off base as soon as he returns from Afghanistan, as of which he is leaving in October. Courtney will be moving in with her grandmother, whome lives 30 minutes away from me, temporarily until Michael's return, and then they will get a house off base.
All in all, I miss hanging out with them, they were the only people that made me feel like I had a life away from the computer, sad I know. It will be worse on Courtney though when Michael is shipped across seas, he will be gone for a year or so time period. This would be the longest she will be dealing without Michael's presence, be she will know that everyone will miss him greatly until his return...
The Twitter Population...
I have noticed alot of people use Twitter now as one of their social networks. It is hard for me to go visit any website and NOT see that banner "Follow us on Twitter!". It doesn't bother me, it's just funny how popular Twitter had gotten, even small to big businesses use Twitter like AT&T, I think Target and Wal-Mart use Twitter. Hell, even other social networking sites use Twitter like Myspace and IMVU use Twitter to send updates about their service and such. I own about five Twitter accounts, each one I use for a different thing. One account I use for my personal tweets, like about my blog or what I am doing.Another account I post both what I am doing on and off of IMVU.com. My third account is for my soon to come online store, I just made it in case some nut job steals my store name...you never know *shifty eyes* lmao. Fourth account is for a group on IMVU called Furry Pride, I pretty much announce updates for contests and such going on within the group. Last account is for my deviantART.com account, I post what projects I am currently working on, when I will have things done, and if I submitted anything onto DA.
I did some research (oh lord, Kevin did homework) and found out that as we know, over 14 million people are attracted to micro-blogging services JUST in the United States alone. But how many people actually sign up for Twitter.com, after hearing about it either on the radio or seeing it on T.V.? eMarketer decides to take a whack at this question this year and estimates that there are currently about 6 million registered Twitter users, which actually sums to about 3.8 percent of the people who are on the internet.
The research firm further estimates that those numbers will double by the end of 2009 to 12.1 million users, and continue to increase another 50 percent in 2010 to bring the service to a total audience of roughly 18 million registered users. But still, if you think about it, Twitter is still fairly small compared to the long time services like Facebook, who now has roughly 200 million active users, or even Myspace, who still has user counts in the high 8 if not 9 digits.
However, the Twitter audience – people who don’t actually tweet, hence accounting for the difference between traffic and users – will likely continue to grow, much in the way that even blogs, as I have found out, have grown over the past decade. People will visit the Twitter profiles of friends, family, or their favorite celebrities, and access that information in different ways, whether it’s through clients or portals that attempt to aggregate it.
Speaking of clients and portals for Twitter, there are multiple ways to being active on twitter without actually being on the website. You can tweet via from phone, desktop, ot even just anywhere else on the net if you have a browser app installed like TwitterFox (app for firefox). I first started using TweetDeck, a free downloadable application that allows you to stay updated and also to tweet from your desktop, which, on the other hand, is now available for the iPhone as well . Then I migrated to Twhirl, another desktop program that allows you to stay updated and to tweet, BUT also allows you to be signed into more than one Twitter account at the same time!
Finally I am now currently using HootSuit, a website you can log into that allows you to be signed into more than one twitter account and also to tweet the same message to more than one account at the same time if you choose to. The downfall to HootSuit, in my opinion, is that I have to go to their website to do it, I cant use their service from my desktop, which is inconvenient on my behalf.
All in all, Twitter has become a popular service all over the internet (and even advertised off the net) and will continue to increase it's popularity, "But for how long?" as a friend of mine asked me, she is convinced Twitter wont stay popular for long, and she is right, nothing lasts forever :P
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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Monday, August 17, 2009
Artistic Seizures...
Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I have just been so busy! *pulls hair out* And you will see what I have been doing in a minute, well...actually right now lmao. This is like, a "sequel" to my 'A Creative Spark...' post, I have been having this major creativity fit for a while now and just been wanting to make random shit in photoshop, stuff I cant use.
Like the image sown to the left here, that is a sample of an ad panel I made in photoshop, I can not tell you WHY I made it except I was bored and needed to make something. I did give it to a friend of mine, Kimi, the whole PSD file so she can use it as she wishes, apparently she has ideas for it, so yay for my boredom to benefit others! I can not use this panel I made, why? Because I don't know how to code the damn thing lmao. So what ever, someone else has use for it, so it isn't a total waste of time.
I also decided to be more active on deviantART.com and started organizing my DA page, cleaning out my gallery by storing images I no longer wanted visible, adding folders for the stuff I do want visible, and adding icons to those folders that I have made! You'll be able to see them by clicking here! I also FINALLY made my author tag for devianART. What's an author tag? An author tag is like your personal Icon signature. It will show up next to your default thumbnail for what ever text type 'art' you have submitted. For an example you may click here.
I also made a couple other things, things I made for actual reasons, my "Heart of Gold" & "Demon's Orange heart". The second one I made as a gift to a friend of mine, I had no reason to making except I wanted to. And the first one was because I wanted something pretty and vibrant, I succeeded! And It has the most views I have ever received from an image I made and had submitted, and within 2 days! I also made a new twitter account JUST for my deviantART page, I am so losing it lmao.
So yeah, this is just basically an update of what i have been doing (and will be doing for a while). I hope to have alot of High quality Graphics made and submitted soon, and possible have prints available! If you haven't followed me on twitter yet, hurry up and do it so you may be updated regularly on new blog posts and updates about other things regarding me also you may follow my new deviantART twitter @wolfman21590, if you don't have twitter or don't know what it is, you may find out at www.twitter.com. Talk to y'all later, and thanks for visiting My Little Cornerstone...
Like the image sown to the left here, that is a sample of an ad panel I made in photoshop, I can not tell you WHY I made it except I was bored and needed to make something. I did give it to a friend of mine, Kimi, the whole PSD file so she can use it as she wishes, apparently she has ideas for it, so yay for my boredom to benefit others! I can not use this panel I made, why? Because I don't know how to code the damn thing lmao. So what ever, someone else has use for it, so it isn't a total waste of time.
I also decided to be more active on deviantART.com and started organizing my DA page, cleaning out my gallery by storing images I no longer wanted visible, adding folders for the stuff I do want visible, and adding icons to those folders that I have made! You'll be able to see them by clicking here! I also FINALLY made my author tag for devianART. What's an author tag? An author tag is like your personal Icon signature. It will show up next to your default thumbnail for what ever text type 'art' you have submitted. For an example you may click here.
I also made a couple other things, things I made for actual reasons, my "Heart of Gold" & "Demon's Orange heart". The second one I made as a gift to a friend of mine, I had no reason to making except I wanted to. And the first one was because I wanted something pretty and vibrant, I succeeded! And It has the most views I have ever received from an image I made and had submitted, and within 2 days! I also made a new twitter account JUST for my deviantART page, I am so losing it lmao.
So yeah, this is just basically an update of what i have been doing (and will be doing for a while). I hope to have alot of High quality Graphics made and submitted soon, and possible have prints available! If you haven't followed me on twitter yet, hurry up and do it so you may be updated regularly on new blog posts and updates about other things regarding me also you may follow my new deviantART twitter @wolfman21590, if you don't have twitter or don't know what it is, you may find out at www.twitter.com. Talk to y'all later, and thanks for visiting My Little Cornerstone...
Monday, August 10, 2009
A Creative Spark...
So I was bitten by the creativity fairy the other night (why do most of what I say sound gay? lmao) and started making desktop DOCK Icons. In case you don't know what DOCK Icons are, they are the icons you see representing an application on your desktop, for example, the MSN messenger icon on your desktop, that is called a DOCK icon
Here to your left is a preview of one of the icons I made (you can click on it to enlarge). I was browsing deviantart.com's customization section of their website, looking for average website buttons, when I found the custom DOCK icons by accident. So I browsed through them and downloaded a couple packs (for msn/yahoo messenger and folder icons). Then i decided I hated IMVU's new messenger icon and started searching to see if anyone made some, one person did, but I didn't like them either, so, I started making my own. It became entertaining and I made a bunch of them, I plan on turning them into a pack and distributing them on DeviantArt as a free stock file that anyone can download, I am still deciding if I want to include the original PSD file so people can play with it and make their own also, I might not.
but yeah, that's basically it...I swear I am too boring to have a blog, next thing you know I'll be discussing socks...
Here to your left is a preview of one of the icons I made (you can click on it to enlarge). I was browsing deviantart.com's customization section of their website, looking for average website buttons, when I found the custom DOCK icons by accident. So I browsed through them and downloaded a couple packs (for msn/yahoo messenger and folder icons). Then i decided I hated IMVU's new messenger icon and started searching to see if anyone made some, one person did, but I didn't like them either, so, I started making my own. It became entertaining and I made a bunch of them, I plan on turning them into a pack and distributing them on DeviantArt as a free stock file that anyone can download, I am still deciding if I want to include the original PSD file so people can play with it and make their own also, I might not.but yeah, that's basically it...I swear I am too boring to have a blog, next thing you know I'll be discussing socks...
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Dads...
So I have mentioned briefly about my biological father and in "A Member of The Family..." you saw me state I have a step-dad. In my 19 years of life I have never, NEVER, met my biological dad face-to-face, we have only written letters and talked on the phone. The reason for this was because he has been in and out of prison all my life, for several random stupid ass things. Anyways, about 9-10 I stopped keeping in touch with him due to...issues. Well, about several months ago...he decided to return contact, and he was out of prison and on parole. So me and him talked on the phone a while, and I made it clear that I wasn't going to forgive him from those issues years ago.
It would always be a while before we talked on the phone again. I still never got to meet him face-to-face, and eventually, we silently lost all contact with him. I don't feel bad that we aren't talking on the phone again, in fact, I forget half the time we had ever talked again after those 9-10 years, I end up being reminded by my mom.
Bottom line is that I have a step-dad, and posed as the only real father I had, even if I had a hard time actually calling him "dad", because when I met him, I didn't know him as dad, I knew him by his name, and it has been that way ever since. With me, If I know you by one name, I will always know you by that. It's like my friends on IMVU.com, I know them by their avatar names, and when I find out their real names, I never call them by that because I always knew them as their avatar name. Anyways, my step-dad was always there, the good, the bad, when I'm bad (haha), ans when I lived with them he was great to pick on (even though I end up losing and become pretzel tied on the floor).
So yeah, no real reason to posting this except to jot down what was on my mind and share a little bit more about my life (ain't it boring? lmao).
It would always be a while before we talked on the phone again. I still never got to meet him face-to-face, and eventually, we silently lost all contact with him. I don't feel bad that we aren't talking on the phone again, in fact, I forget half the time we had ever talked again after those 9-10 years, I end up being reminded by my mom.
Bottom line is that I have a step-dad, and posed as the only real father I had, even if I had a hard time actually calling him "dad", because when I met him, I didn't know him as dad, I knew him by his name, and it has been that way ever since. With me, If I know you by one name, I will always know you by that. It's like my friends on IMVU.com, I know them by their avatar names, and when I find out their real names, I never call them by that because I always knew them as their avatar name. Anyways, my step-dad was always there, the good, the bad, when I'm bad (haha), ans when I lived with them he was great to pick on (even though I end up losing and become pretzel tied on the floor).
So yeah, no real reason to posting this except to jot down what was on my mind and share a little bit more about my life (ain't it boring? lmao).
Thursday, August 6, 2009
A Member of The Family...
Just recently my family & I lost a valuable member of our family. His name was T.C. and was our beloved cat. My mom had raised him from a baby after finding him in a trashcan years ago, that is how he got his name, T.C., it means Trash Cat. My step-dad didn't want mom bringing in another animal when we found him because we already had 3 other cats, but my mother promised him it was only to nurse and raise him untill he was old enough to use the litter box, and then we would find a new suitable home for him, my step-dad allowed it, but was wary.
T.C. was not old enough to be away from his mother when we found him, reason why mom wanted to take care of, until he was old enough that is. My mother is an animal lover, as am I, I believe that is where I got my heart for animals at. Well, that day came, T.C. finally used the litter box on his own, my mother cried, knowing what was going to be done later on. My mom bonded with that kitten too much to want to let him go, and so did the rest of the family, even my step-dad.
So, he told one of my siblings, "Grab the fishing-pole..". The fishing pole was our play toy for the other cats, basically my step-dad needed an excuse to give in and keep the kitten. If T.C. would chase after the little toy mouse at the end of the line, he would be adopted into our family...Guess what...T.C. chased after it like the spaztic kitten he was.
Years past, and over those years he had gotten bigger, but not because he became an adult, he also became a little fat kitty, our...little fat kitty. Well, a couple days before my family was to return from visiting other family in Arizona, My grampa found him laying in front of their pond...dead. He called me up, told me of the situation, I told him to pick me up and bring me over. When I arrived...there he was, laying on his right side, lifeless. I wanted to cry, but I didn't, I felt nothing...I didn't understand why. So I requested to my grampa to run down to Lowes to grab latex painters gloves so I could examine him properly.
While my grampa did so I called my step-dad and told him what happened. He sighed and said he would call me back, my guess was that he was going to inform my mother. Moments later grampa didn't return yet, so I went inside and grabbed a few trash bags and covered up the lifeless T.C. due to the overwhelming smell that came from him. Grampa had told me that he wasn't there the day before he came to check on the animals, so we were grateful he at least passed on here at the house, so we could bury him, without worry of where he was at.
My cellphone rang, it was mom. I answered and unsurprisingly, she was crying. We talked for a few, it wasn't to difficult to understand her during her sobs, for I dealt with her in many cases in the past when she was crying. I explained what I knew of T.C., the more I told her, the louder the sobs that came from her. We hung up after and then my grampa returned with a bag of what I requested. I put on a pair and uncovered T.C., I carefully ruffled through his fur looking for any form of injury...nothing. I examined his left side of his face, the side that was exposed, nothing but the flies that swarmed around.
I flipped him onto his other side...I jumped back in shock. His right side of his face was being completely eaten away by maggots. This was when I cried, the poor lifeless cat, being tormented by death. I continued to examine him as the tear streamed down my face. I couldn't find anything. I had to stop, the smell was to much for me to handle, I was gagging the whole time I examined him.
Mom called again, I told her everything I saw, she cried more, especially when I mentioned the maggots. She told me what I needed to do before I hung up with her on the phone. I double bagged him in trash bags since I couldn't find a box for him. This was difficult to do, as I said, the smell was horrible, but I got it done. I took him out in the back yard and dug a hole about 6 feet away from a cat that we had before, someone whome we lost years ago, but I wont get into it. After I buried him, I placed a board on top and placed 2 big rocks (so the dog didn't go and dig him back up and to let the dirt harden). I stood there and stared at his new grave, unable to release anymore tears.
I turned around and placed my hand on grampa's shoulder, told him "Let's go home." because there was nothing needed to be done. We locked up my parents house and got into my grampa's truck..and drove off home.
We love you T.C., and always will. We hope you lived the life you wanted, even if it wasn't very long, and I hope you lived it...with no regrets.
T.C. was not old enough to be away from his mother when we found him, reason why mom wanted to take care of, until he was old enough that is. My mother is an animal lover, as am I, I believe that is where I got my heart for animals at. Well, that day came, T.C. finally used the litter box on his own, my mother cried, knowing what was going to be done later on. My mom bonded with that kitten too much to want to let him go, and so did the rest of the family, even my step-dad.
So, he told one of my siblings, "Grab the fishing-pole..". The fishing pole was our play toy for the other cats, basically my step-dad needed an excuse to give in and keep the kitten. If T.C. would chase after the little toy mouse at the end of the line, he would be adopted into our family...Guess what...T.C. chased after it like the spaztic kitten he was.
Years past, and over those years he had gotten bigger, but not because he became an adult, he also became a little fat kitty, our...little fat kitty. Well, a couple days before my family was to return from visiting other family in Arizona, My grampa found him laying in front of their pond...dead. He called me up, told me of the situation, I told him to pick me up and bring me over. When I arrived...there he was, laying on his right side, lifeless. I wanted to cry, but I didn't, I felt nothing...I didn't understand why. So I requested to my grampa to run down to Lowes to grab latex painters gloves so I could examine him properly.
While my grampa did so I called my step-dad and told him what happened. He sighed and said he would call me back, my guess was that he was going to inform my mother. Moments later grampa didn't return yet, so I went inside and grabbed a few trash bags and covered up the lifeless T.C. due to the overwhelming smell that came from him. Grampa had told me that he wasn't there the day before he came to check on the animals, so we were grateful he at least passed on here at the house, so we could bury him, without worry of where he was at.
My cellphone rang, it was mom. I answered and unsurprisingly, she was crying. We talked for a few, it wasn't to difficult to understand her during her sobs, for I dealt with her in many cases in the past when she was crying. I explained what I knew of T.C., the more I told her, the louder the sobs that came from her. We hung up after and then my grampa returned with a bag of what I requested. I put on a pair and uncovered T.C., I carefully ruffled through his fur looking for any form of injury...nothing. I examined his left side of his face, the side that was exposed, nothing but the flies that swarmed around.
I flipped him onto his other side...I jumped back in shock. His right side of his face was being completely eaten away by maggots. This was when I cried, the poor lifeless cat, being tormented by death. I continued to examine him as the tear streamed down my face. I couldn't find anything. I had to stop, the smell was to much for me to handle, I was gagging the whole time I examined him.
Mom called again, I told her everything I saw, she cried more, especially when I mentioned the maggots. She told me what I needed to do before I hung up with her on the phone. I double bagged him in trash bags since I couldn't find a box for him. This was difficult to do, as I said, the smell was horrible, but I got it done. I took him out in the back yard and dug a hole about 6 feet away from a cat that we had before, someone whome we lost years ago, but I wont get into it. After I buried him, I placed a board on top and placed 2 big rocks (so the dog didn't go and dig him back up and to let the dirt harden). I stood there and stared at his new grave, unable to release anymore tears.
I turned around and placed my hand on grampa's shoulder, told him "Let's go home." because there was nothing needed to be done. We locked up my parents house and got into my grampa's truck..and drove off home.
We love you T.C., and always will. We hope you lived the life you wanted, even if it wasn't very long, and I hope you lived it...with no regrets.
2 Hours On The Phone...
Well, after I woke up from my most fantabulous sleep at 10am, I called my mother to tell her about my awesome dream, I knew she would enjoy it. Well, it really only took about maybe less than five minutes to tell her about my dream, but, that didn't stop us from talking about other things. She started explaining how her trip to Arizona was not enjoyable, which doesn't surprise me because I use to go with her and family to visit Grampa Waggoner, I stopped going to, it was never enjoyable for me :/. Then we went on about poetry that she has written when me and her were having our week long fight (our fights really only last a week then we are over it, and we don't have fights to often either lol), and also other poetry for how she was feeling. I feel I get my artistic talent from my mother, she loves to write, especially letters, dear God, she always manage to write book sized letters.
Then me and her started discussing about our medical issues (odd I know but hey, conversations start somewhere). We never found out the actually reason to what causes our issue, or what even the main issue is. Then we discussed mu Biological father whome I have never met face to face. Before we knew it, 2 hours have passed that we have been talking on the phone. I never had had a conversation with my mother that long in ages, It was nice. My old therapist mentioned to us that our relationship was unhealthy, that we were to close, My mom is like my best friend, she has always been there for me, and accepts me for who I am, I don't see that unhealthy, I mean, we do have fights, but we get past them, me and my mom have a better relationship then she does with her own mother, whome they disgust eachother, and do not talk directly to each other anymore, my mom and I agree we don't want to be like that.
The 2 hour phone conversation encouraged me to write a blog post about it, I want to remember how we laughed at stupid shit on the phone, and discussed serious things. We may be a crazy bunch, but then again, who isn't? Maybe you can comment to this and explain about you and your mother's relationship, even your father, would love to hear about it. Thanks for reading at My Little Cornerstone...
P.S.- Here is a picture of my mother and I at my graduation ceremony in June '08
Then me and her started discussing about our medical issues (odd I know but hey, conversations start somewhere). We never found out the actually reason to what causes our issue, or what even the main issue is. Then we discussed mu Biological father whome I have never met face to face. Before we knew it, 2 hours have passed that we have been talking on the phone. I never had had a conversation with my mother that long in ages, It was nice. My old therapist mentioned to us that our relationship was unhealthy, that we were to close, My mom is like my best friend, she has always been there for me, and accepts me for who I am, I don't see that unhealthy, I mean, we do have fights, but we get past them, me and my mom have a better relationship then she does with her own mother, whome they disgust eachother, and do not talk directly to each other anymore, my mom and I agree we don't want to be like that.
The 2 hour phone conversation encouraged me to write a blog post about it, I want to remember how we laughed at stupid shit on the phone, and discussed serious things. We may be a crazy bunch, but then again, who isn't? Maybe you can comment to this and explain about you and your mother's relationship, even your father, would love to hear about it. Thanks for reading at My Little Cornerstone...
P.S.- Here is a picture of my mother and I at my graduation ceremony in June '08
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
A Blog Becoming a Book...?
I got bored and decided to search on google with the phrase "Blog" and came across millions of possible links. One that really caught my eye was titled: "8 Ideas to Turn Your Successful Blog into a Book", so naturally I clicked on it to see what it had to say. The blog post was written by Monica O'Brien on PersonalBrandingBlog.com. She states that "If you currently have a successful blog with a moderate fan base of subscribers, you might be considering the benefits of having a book to expand your personal brand.". I sat there and pondered this a few moments, I know my blog JUST started, but I do love to write never-the-less. I might consider taking my blog topic ideas and putting them in books, but that is only when I feel there are people who actually care what I have to say, and I mean a fair good amount, not just 3-7 people who happen to be friends, family, and maybe a couple other intrigued individuals.
I love the idea of converting a blog into a book now that I think about it, it really is no different then turning your diary into a book right? Anne Frank's Diary was turned into a widely read book, and is translated into 67 different languages. But then that's a real diary, you also see the books in diary format that are fiction, not real, just ideas drawn up by the author.
The ideas Monica provides for turning your Blog into a book are rather interesting, and they make sense. She posted this last month, July 1st, she gives you ideas for 3 different blog environments:
I love the idea of converting a blog into a book now that I think about it, it really is no different then turning your diary into a book right? Anne Frank's Diary was turned into a widely read book, and is translated into 67 different languages. But then that's a real diary, you also see the books in diary format that are fiction, not real, just ideas drawn up by the author.
The ideas Monica provides for turning your Blog into a book are rather interesting, and they make sense. She posted this last month, July 1st, she gives you ideas for 3 different blog environments:
- General Blogs: Blogs about maybe animals, career advice, or mediums
- How-To subject Blogs: Blogs that show how to do certain things, like turning your blog into a book for example!
- Personal Blogs: Blogs that deal with issues in your life, pros, cons, general "normal" things.
Restless Nights...
Ever since January of this year I have been having trouble sleeping. I will find myself sitting here up at the computer until one in the morning before finally feeling tired/exhausted and sleepy. After I shut down my computer (Or leave it on if I know I need to do something in the morning and don't want to wait for my computer to load) and walk one to two feet to my bed. As soon as I lay down I am wide awake, I'm still tired but don't feel sleepy at all, no heavy eyelids or blur-ish vision. So I get back up and return to my computer.
Each day it gets worse, I'll end up staying awake later and later before going to bed, sometimes I end up finding myself going several days without sleep. Right now I am exhausted and sleepy, but can not find myself to fall asleep...as usual. I don't know what to do anymore, the bags under my eyes get darker, my eyes are blood-shot often, and half the time I will be asleep during the day and be awake all night, my sleep schedule is screwed to the bone. I am afraid to take sleeping pills (funny and sad, I know), because I do not want to take one and then somehow not wake back up, I like my sleep but not THAT much!
Also there are times where I refuse to go to sleep due to a couple reasons:
I guess I will wrap it up here, if you have any suggestions as to how to help fix my sleeping problem, please leave me a comment to this post, and thank you for visiting me at "My Little Cornerstone...".
Each day it gets worse, I'll end up staying awake later and later before going to bed, sometimes I end up finding myself going several days without sleep. Right now I am exhausted and sleepy, but can not find myself to fall asleep...as usual. I don't know what to do anymore, the bags under my eyes get darker, my eyes are blood-shot often, and half the time I will be asleep during the day and be awake all night, my sleep schedule is screwed to the bone. I am afraid to take sleeping pills (funny and sad, I know), because I do not want to take one and then somehow not wake back up, I like my sleep but not THAT much!
Also there are times where I refuse to go to sleep due to a couple reasons:
- Work: Things I need to finish so I don't forget, or procrastinate later.
- Lazyness: I become to lazy to even go to bed (yes lazy, you figure that out haha)
I guess I will wrap it up here, if you have any suggestions as to how to help fix my sleeping problem, please leave me a comment to this post, and thank you for visiting me at "My Little Cornerstone...".
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
My Little Cornerstone...
Well I was greatly inspired today, which honestly doesn't happen to often. I am not much of an open person or really like to talk about "Me". I always felt I should close myself shut and only leave visible my name and physical appearance. I have never really "Blogged" before, I tried doing LiveJournal but I really never felt alright with it. I do use Twitter and on occasion I will speak out my mind, but mostly I used it for endorsing my 3D products on IMVU, ask random odd questions to my followers, or just discuss real life issues that have nothing to do with me directly.
I guess I should introduce myself; My name is Kevin Waggoner, I am 19 years old and was born on February 15, 1990. I do novice web design and am a fair decent 2D artist and Graphic Arts Designer. I am an upcoming writer working on short stories and poetry. I recently purchased my domain name for my soon to come online store to sell graphics, t-shirts, and other types of merchandise. I live in California with my grandfather and currently unemployed and an ex-college student, okay I don't necessarily fall under that category since I only attended a semester then dropped out due to medical issues (as of which I am still dealing with, can't tell you exactly what the name of the issue is). I do texturing on IMVU.com for the virtual catalog in hopes to earn enough credits (virtual currency) to sell to a registered credit reseller I am partnered with for cash, yes, real cash..It ain't going so well *sighs*.
I mentioned I was inspired today, I guess I should explain how, so here goes:
I have been reading only one specific person's blog for, well, not so long really, only started paying actual attention to it recently. I enjoy learning how one's life goes, even if sometimes their life has that curve that could cause a problem, even if the problem is big, or even small. I guess you can call it an observation of one's being, some people may just call it nosy, but what do they know. This person inspired me to open up more, express how I am feeling and what I do on a fair regular basis, because she doesn't seem to have a problem with it, so why should I? I want to feel comfortable with myself, and this might help me do just that.
I guess you can say that the person who inspired me can be my Idol, maybe not, I honestly don't know..hmmm, maybe I do in a way, oh well. Her name is Kimi, she has been blogging as she told me for several years if I remember her telling me correctly, and she just recently opened her new personal blog called The Short, Fat Cyclops. Reading her blogs opened my eyes to the bigger picture, that I am not the only person who has their ups and downs, even though I already knew this tidbit of information, I just needed it to "slap me in the face"...
So welcome to "My Little Cornerstone...", I hope I do for you what my inspiration did for me, even if she doesn't know it yet.
I guess I should introduce myself; My name is Kevin Waggoner, I am 19 years old and was born on February 15, 1990. I do novice web design and am a fair decent 2D artist and Graphic Arts Designer. I am an upcoming writer working on short stories and poetry. I recently purchased my domain name for my soon to come online store to sell graphics, t-shirts, and other types of merchandise. I live in California with my grandfather and currently unemployed and an ex-college student, okay I don't necessarily fall under that category since I only attended a semester then dropped out due to medical issues (as of which I am still dealing with, can't tell you exactly what the name of the issue is). I do texturing on IMVU.com for the virtual catalog in hopes to earn enough credits (virtual currency) to sell to a registered credit reseller I am partnered with for cash, yes, real cash..It ain't going so well *sighs*.
I mentioned I was inspired today, I guess I should explain how, so here goes:
I have been reading only one specific person's blog for, well, not so long really, only started paying actual attention to it recently. I enjoy learning how one's life goes, even if sometimes their life has that curve that could cause a problem, even if the problem is big, or even small. I guess you can call it an observation of one's being, some people may just call it nosy, but what do they know. This person inspired me to open up more, express how I am feeling and what I do on a fair regular basis, because she doesn't seem to have a problem with it, so why should I? I want to feel comfortable with myself, and this might help me do just that.
I guess you can say that the person who inspired me can be my Idol, maybe not, I honestly don't know..hmmm, maybe I do in a way, oh well. Her name is Kimi, she has been blogging as she told me for several years if I remember her telling me correctly, and she just recently opened her new personal blog called The Short, Fat Cyclops. Reading her blogs opened my eyes to the bigger picture, that I am not the only person who has their ups and downs, even though I already knew this tidbit of information, I just needed it to "slap me in the face"...
So welcome to "My Little Cornerstone...", I hope I do for you what my inspiration did for me, even if she doesn't know it yet.
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