tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36936893630933514662024-03-13T18:16:52.062-07:00EDGAR ART ADVENTURESLife always leads us in funny places, doesn't it?
Here's a blog featuring stories and photos of our adventures along the way.
Tips, tricks, how-to's, funny anecdotes, etc.
Thank you for stopping by. <3Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.comBlogger355125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-11594895386789979652015-11-06T20:07:00.001-08:002015-11-06T20:07:50.106-08:00Friday<p dir="ltr">Today, the third to last day of artcation... I finally got something accomplished! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Printed up preview pages of our coloring book and put them together in a folder to go hustle up some interest at local businesses =)</p>
<p dir="ltr">Remember there's still time to help us meet our print and launch goal! We've got a far way to go and time is closing fast. Please share and spread the love so we can kick butt and take names! Metaphorically speaking, of course.</p>
<p dir="ltr">For $15 donations, you will receive a downloadable version for your printing/digitally coloring leisure.</p>
<p dir="ltr">For $30, you'll receive a signed and professionally printed first edition copy.</p>
<p dir="ltr">For $40 you will get both!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Your donation will help us donate up to half of our books to therapy groups, retirement homes, adult care facilities, hospitals, and more. Plus, you'll be helping a local business launch itself into awesomeness!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Thank you for your time, enjoy your beautiful weekend and I will see you here again on Monday for some musings!</p>
<p dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.gofundme.com/edgarart">Help Us Here</a></p>
<p dir="ltr">Much love!<br>
Vi</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-58823365263534601702015-11-05T11:36:00.001-08:002015-11-05T11:43:15.848-08:00Thankful Thursday...<p dir="ltr">Today, I'm thankful for an attitude of gratitude.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't get me wrong it's been a pretty crappy day so far, but... </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's important to remember that I still have things to be thankful for and not dwell on things causing my poor day. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So here we are- feet that can walk me, ears that help me hear, eyes and hands that help me achieve my dreams every day.</p>
<p dir="ltr">There, see... Even when I'm in a terrible mood I can muster up some thanks.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Give it a go; what are you thankful for?</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-75213372102386675902015-11-04T15:55:00.001-08:002015-11-04T16:08:43.518-08:00Wednesday!<p dir="ltr">All day E & I have been mulling over what to theme Wednesdays on this blog.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We have a few ideas but nothing seems to stick. So until we find a winner (Winning Wednesday? No. Hm...) I'll just post a work in progress... Wait...</p>
<p dir="ltr"> WIP WEDNESDAYS!</p>
<p dir="ltr"> Well, how about that? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Features today is a snap shot of the cover layout for our coloring book, releasing soon =) </p>
<p dir="ltr">Here's a <a href="http://www.gofundme.com/edgarart">link</a> to our fundraisers page to learn more =) </p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't wanna link over? No worries- here's our nutshell:</p>
<p dir="ltr">We're local kick butt artists collaborating and creating a UNIQUE meditative coloring book. One that features fine art work, I mean... We've spent years honing our craft... We are still learning but these pieces are pretty awesome *toot* </p>
<p dir="ltr">Ah! Sorry can't help it I'm excited. Please enjoy! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Carry on <3 <br>
</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Every human out there battles each day to live. It's what we do- and it's not always easy... </p>
<p dir="ltr">So we suggest stopping at least once a week to TREAT YOURSELF! And why not Tuesday? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Today, E & I ravaged some freaking delicious cheeseburgers from Archibald's.</p>
<p dir="ltr">What have you done to treat yourself lately? Massage? Ice cream?</p>
<p dir="ltr"> Let us know how you down a little genuine "I deserve this for my hard work" time. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Now, cycle ride home and some chilly weather snuggling. Then off to work on pages once more.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Happy Tuesday folks!</p>
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<p dir="ltr">We still need your help, though. =)</p>
<p dir="ltr">We are offering incentives for your donations. Thank you for your time and we hope you enjoy the art work.</p>
<p dir="ltr">For $15 you will receive a downloadable version of the book once it's complete.</p>
<p dir="ltr">$30 will put a signed and printed copy of the book in your hands =)</p>
<p dir="ltr">And, for $40 or more you will get both!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Your contribution will help us donate books to therapy groups, recovery homes, adult care facilities, and more. You'll also be helping us get back on our feet and start our lives on a healthier, happier path.</p>
<p dir="ltr">www.gofundme.com/edgarart</p>
<p dir="ltr">Thank you for your time and support,<br>
Vi and Erin</p>
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Every single one...<br>
Are continuous works in progress.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't know it all<br>
Indeed<br>
This is true</p>
<p dir="ltr">And it's none less<br>
For you.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Of all<br>
Of each<br>
And every One<br>
Of Us</p>
<p dir="ltr">Our own journeys<br>
Our own quests<br>
Always learning<br>
Powering through<br>
The Day</p>
<p dir="ltr">Each and every<br>
One</p>
<p dir="ltr">That is our Way.</p>
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<br />
Lots of changes in store, please stay tuned! Photos, creative videos, and much more.<br />
<br />
Lots of love,<br />
Vi<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-27738553929977805492012-08-25T15:19:00.000-07:002012-08-25T15:19:11.723-07:00Don't Worry.Breathe.<br />
<br />
Oh yes, there we stand on the edge of the wind...<br />
<br />
Strangers care. The world is changing, for the better.<br />
<br />
Believe it or not, although if you don't believe it then you are certainly surrounding yourself with the wrong kind of people.<br />
<br />
Not saying life is absolutely perfect, but who's is? Mine is a good life, oh for sure. What about yours? What are you doing to make it your happy life? <br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-87665106963799518562012-06-07T22:58:00.000-07:002012-06-07T22:58:37.896-07:00OH YA!I forgot I have a blog, which is strange considering I put so heart into it at one point.<br />
<br />
Such is life, right? Well, such is MY life anyway.<br />
<br />
I'm gonna try to come back. I've been sitting on a pretty good food blog idea for months now, and just haven't quite put it into production. I have good feelings about this summer though. I almost feel THE EPIC SUMMER approaching. Don't get me wrong, I have had plenty of fine summers, but this one may be the topper. I kinda hope it is. :) Here we go Law of Attraction!!!<br />
<br />
Cheers my good people, I hope you find your way happily along the trail.<br />
-ViAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-71179470313776762532012-02-26T00:18:00.001-08:002012-02-26T00:18:37.477-08:00Dear ,<div><p>I taught Trevor how to ride his bike today, with training wheels. An amazing bonding experience, a good lesson in patience, and pretty much one of the most amazing things I've done with my life.  I feel it now...</p>
<p>Purpose.</p>
<p>Sincerely,<br>
Vi</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-44674150580082339612012-02-20T05:42:00.001-08:002012-02-20T05:42:32.260-08:00<div><p>Oh my gosh, I have a blog don't I? </p>
<p>Sheesh... See what happens when life is good? I mean, really good? </p>
<p>The writing stops almost all together, and it's most likely because words are my outlet.</p>
<p>My apologies for being so relaxed with my updates. Tons of wonderful things are happening in life and I suppose I've been a bit wrapped up in my beautiful life. Can't blame me, right? Hope so :) </p>
<p>Wishing you all well, my readers, and thanks for sticking by even though I haven't been regularly posting. </p>
<p>Much love!<br>
Vi.</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-9002131143753678272012-01-31T19:08:00.001-08:002012-01-31T19:11:13.085-08:00<div><p>I am not a magician<br>
I am magic</p>
<p>I am not a musician<br>
I am music</p>
<p>Things are we,<br>
We are not.</p>
<p>Essence are we,<br>
Be not forgot.</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-67815057712963007102012-01-19T18:16:00.001-08:002012-01-19T18:16:11.975-08:00<div><p>Be prepared for some new great entries! There has been a heap of ideas brewing and I'm so excited to share current adventures! </p>
<p>Stay tuned! Aaaand... Sorry it's been a while since I've written. No news is good news, right? </p>
<p>Ta Ta for now my dear readers, thank you for stopping by.</p>
<p>Vi</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-91647136868603635152011-12-27T08:51:00.001-08:002011-12-27T08:52:28.109-08:00Winds of Change<div><p>Oh hello there. </p>
<p>Season greetings and all that. How was your holiday season? Can't say mine was too bad, but I'm thankful it's almost over.</p>
<p>There's an approaching change coming that I fully believe will settle my restless heart and spirit (if only just a little). No guarantees, but then again life doesn't offer those, so I'll just take what I can get.</p>
<p>Do you ever wake up in the morning and wonder, "Wow. How in the world did I survive all that?" </p>
<p>I don't. </p>
<p>But that's because I KNOW how. See? Tricked you a little there, didn't I?</p>
<p>The key is to stay positive and remain calm. Easier said than done I'm afraid, but nevertheless in the end the actions pay off. Big time. </p>
<p>Do not give up. Do not play the victim. The world, the universe, is filled with generosity of all shapes and sizes- simply accept that, and you'll see what I mean. </p>
<p>On that note, I'm not telling you to be a beggar. Unless you want to beg... There might be luck in that. I've never tried.</p>
<p>Ah, sorry... Anyway...</p>
<p>Don't play the victim. I whined and complained about my experiences in the last few weeks and all that only got worse. I attempted to quiet my temper but it was boiled up to the point of spill over.</p>
<p>Then...</p>
<p>There was my boyfriend.</p>
<p>Thank the universe for him! He kept his head level, his frustration out of it, and his irritation with the whole situation at bay. His undeniable strength saved the day (or in this case saved the month and $800 Hehe). </p>
<p>A lesson learned, though I believe I did my best at the time. </p>
<p>It's all we really can do.  Try our best.</p>
<p>Go out and smile, live life like there is endless love (well, because it's true!) and when things get a little rough...or a lot... Breathe and face it. Stay positive. </p>
<p>We each fight our own battles, and we each have allies. </p>
<p>Happy New Year you guys. Thanks for stopping by and sharing some time with me. </p>
<p>Sincerely,<br>
Vi</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-34413407046211367592011-12-21T13:00:00.001-08:002011-12-21T13:00:45.287-08:00<div><p>Please excuse my last post. I feel better now.</p>
<p>It is times like these I become ever more grateful for dear friends, amazing loved ones, and good karma. </p>
<p>Seriously though, this has been a turbulent 24 hours. I can't wait for some peace! Goozfwabah! </p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-22124143332057014222011-12-21T07:40:00.001-08:002011-12-21T07:40:01.634-08:00Evicted by Liars<div><p>Ah, misunderstandings. They can be fun, can't they?</p>
<p>Especially when they occur between honest people & liars.</p>
<p>Pretty much means it doesn't matter what valid points you have, or facts, it's not going to work out to benefit anyone. </p>
<p>Needless to say "you suck".</p>
<p>The next two weeks hold anxiety & I'm sure a fair amount of dirty trash talking & sabotage.  I can promise one thing: it won't be from us. </p>
<p>You, evil roommates, will get your karma. You will get it hard & slow, & we won't be around to blame for your terrible lives.  We will fight for our rights no matter what horrid things you wish to accuse us of (for example animal abuse & child harassment). </p>
<p>Please forgive my forthrightness, but: SCREW YOU TONY, IRENE, & RAILEEN.</p>
<p>Wow, I said it. Generally I like to take a deep breath and look on the bright side before setting anything in stone (or in this case glorified 1's & 0's) but here I am, unable to contain my frustration & hurt. </p>
<p>Our integrity is a value we hold most dear. We are trying our best to be GOOD people. No one deserves to be accused of ugly things, especially when there is no proof- just word vs. word.  And not to say that every 11 year old girl is a liar, but this particular gem definitely embellished to make us look bad, especially my "husband". Why should we care if this girl has no friends, spends all of her free time making a huge mess in the kitchen or on her butt, on the torn up couch playing video games rated M featuring violence, sex & cussing? Because she lies about us to her parents who eat up every single little word like she is an angel. I'm pretty sure she hates us because she hasn't been able to wrap us around her fat little finger like she has her parents.</p>
<p>Ah, it is what it is and it's a load of bull hoaky. We will be out of there soon enough, in the meantime I really hope they keep their mouths to themselves as we shall do the same. We've been quiet, respectable of their space & belongings, but no more. You said you want us to respect your house? Well we paid for our portion of the house & what goes around comes around, so be prepared.</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-41773386316523601352011-12-14T08:46:00.001-08:002011-12-14T08:46:04.871-08:00February, please come swiftly!<div><p>Oh Sheesh! With the holidays, anxiety, life altering events, blessings, business, and all the madness of a coming year this has certainly been a time of CHANGE and PATIENCE.</p>
<p>The new year has great things on store for us, don't you think? Especially February for me.  (cliff hanger?) </p>
<p>I really wish I had a point to all this, but as usual- I don't. </p>
<p>Have a good day my friends, my readers, my whatevers... I'm off to wonderland.</p>
<p>Sincerely,<br>
Vi </p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-61569573700837898872011-12-12T17:46:00.001-08:002011-12-12T17:46:34.965-08:00POWER!<div><p>She screams to the heavens in a fit of delight!</p>
<p>Positive thought and kindness you are always right!</p>
<p>Rejoice the season for slowly it heals!</p>
<p>In love we believe, in faith truth revealed!</p>
<p>No life like this no fight like this...</p>
<p>Stay strong, have power, for this is true bliss! </p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-46505008885015904002011-12-08T18:08:00.001-08:002011-12-08T18:08:28.585-08:00Hello 100!!<div><p>Well, I officially have 100 followers! </p>
<p>The original intention of this blog was to vent about life (about 5 years ago). Then, as I grew up a bit it evolved into a more useful purpose...</p>
<p>To spread and share positivity through life's challenges and adventures. </p>
<p>Every once in a while the vent sessions still occur (like the last few weeks), but we are all human- it happens.</p>
<p>Thank you readers (and those who comment) for sharing your time with me and the ramblings that occur.</p>
<p>Sometimes I rhyme.</p>
<p>Sometimes I whine.</p>
<p>But mostly- I just wanna spread the love.</p>
<p>Is it working? </p>
<p>Oh, and how appropriate this event occurs on a full moon. </p>
<p>Peace be with you all... And thank you again. </p>
<p>Back I go to the beautifully difficult journey.</p>
<p>Sincerely, <br>
Virginia </p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-51258214210916583432011-12-07T09:14:00.001-08:002011-12-07T09:14:58.031-08:00<div><p>Well, we officially got booted out of our place. I guess kicking their dogs and being a bully to their daughter was out of the question.</p>
<p>I hope you sense the sarcasm.</p>
<p>But seriously, this has been a ridiculous situation from the start... And I have to laugh at the fact the *ahem* less than favorable woman took so long to tell us to leave.</p>
<p>I wish I could justify her actions, make it seem like sound judgment was used, but when the three people in the house that form some sort of family all behave like they're children- I'd rather not live with them anyway.</p>
<p>The woman gets all her intel from her 11 year old daughter and preteen friend. Being a mother I can understand how she would want her daughter to feel comfortable, especially when the parents work so much. But honestly, she is 11, and a spoiled brat. It could have been one thing we did or said that she didn't like turning into her "misconstruing" the truth. Making us the bad guys about everything.  When theoretically any real adults would have been able to discuss the situation and work it out.  I'm no expert, and not one to place blame... Though in this case, I'm sure these people haven't liked us from day one (right after we gave the deposit and signed the lease she told us we can't use their washer and dryer which I calmly, though sternly, claimed that would have been helpful information before we signed the lease). </p>
<p>I could sit here and list the shit (excuse my language I should probably wait to write this when the steam has stopped exiting my ears) that has happened in the thirty something days we've lived here, but what would be the point of that.  Well, I guess it would be pretty funny, but I'm trying my best to be mature. At any rate I suppose I'm trying to be nice.</p>
<p>So this morning I get a knock on our door, waking me from my nice warm slumber. I ignore it.</p>
<p>Knock again. Ignore.</p>
<p>Knock again. Ugh.</p>
<p>She starts blathering on about me kicking her dogs and it takes me a moment to catch up seeing as she woke me. </p>
<p>Kicked your dogs? I mean really? I gently scoot them out of the kitchen (where supposedly they're not allowed but somehow always seem to be in there anyway) with my foot. Kicking requires a swift and forceful motion. Last time I checked, I'm a certified positive reinforcement trainer and kicking animals isn't really a part of my regimen. I don't appreciate being accused of cruelty. As for Matt being a bully, well, he can be dry, but certainly would never be a bully. Unless you're his little brother.  Nine times out of ten we don't say anything to anyone when we mill about the kitchen.</p>
<p>Seriously, the woman is taking, whole-heartedly & blindly, her daughter's word.  I laughed in her face, at our door, when she told me about all this. Apparently it wasn't funny, but I couldn't help myself. I'm a dog kicking woman dating a bully, we find it hilarious when people discover who we really are.</p>
<p>Wait.</p>
<p>Anyway...</p>
<p>I'm a bit sharp this morning if you couldn't tell. Oh, and also she said it wasn't right when I asked her daughter, "Where are you hiding the toilet paper?" </p>
<p>First, didn't say those words. Second, why should I even have to ask something like that? Maybe because I thought we were all being kind adults, switching off filling in the toilet paper rolls, and when it was their turn this time around they left it empty for days... (I saw tp in the cabinet & trash so point-in-case: they weren't sharing anymore for some unknown reason). </p>
<p>What I DID say and do was walk into the kitchen to grab napkins for performing tp duties, casually passing daughter, "Hey you guys have any toilet paper hiding around here? We are all out. :chuckle:" </p>
<p>The bully situation, we believe, stemmed from my man walking into the living room where daughter was cornering one of the dogs with a suitcase, as it howled and whined with fear and confusion. He says, "Abusing the dogs again, huh?" And walks into the kitchen. </p>
<p>Yep. Probably shouldn't have said that, but she does abuse the dogs. She SCREAMS at them, THROWS them off the couch or into their kennel. God knows what she does when no one is home.</p>
<p>Did I forget to mention that we got asked not to whip their dogs because it makes them pee on the floor? Ha! Clarification: neither of us have ever whipped the dogs. We have whipped AT the dogs with the dish towel, from the oven, to get them out of the kitchen. You know, because kicking wasn't effective enough. Also for the record: YOUR DOGS PEE ON THE FLOOR BECAUSE YOU DON'T TAKE THEM OUT OFTEN ENOUGH, THEY ARE ABUSED, AND THEY ARE NOT NEUTERED! (did I spell that right? Looks weird, anyway)</p>
<p>I guess I'm off my soapbox. These people are atrocious. It's a shame a nice guy like the husband can't stand up for himself and tell the women to take it down a notch, he and my man have gotten along fine. She is just a terrible person.</p>
<p>It may seem like it's all one sided. They feel like they are justified. I guess 11 year old girls never lie or perceive situations wrong. </p>
<p>There are many more parts to this story, and everyone has opinions. The facts though, they can't lie or take sides. I know the truth, I know we have been wrongly accused and shoved around. These people should NEVER rent a room again and if they do I feel incredibly sorry for the sap that moves in.  </p>
<p>Time to work. I hope you all have a nice day, and if you ever need a dog kicked, give me a call. </p>
<p>Sincerely,<br>
Virginia</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-91905897560757134712011-11-30T09:01:00.001-08:002011-11-30T09:01:54.389-08:00Dirty Words<div><p>Apologies for the lame entries as of late.</p>
<p>If it wasn't obvious, allow me to clarify: Life sucks right now.</p>
<p>It happens. We all go through periods, phases, stages, whatevers... You know, times in life that you feel regret and anger more than any other emotion.</p>
<p>Dirty days that make us say dirty things and think even more filthy.</p>
<p>Catch my drift? </p>
<p>Generally the positive vibe of my entries is meant to uplift and inspire. The last couple have been sort of like freewrites which means the negative emotional imbalances happening end up spilled to the world, and to you- my beloved readers.</p>
<p>Oi vey, I'm sorry about that. Thanks for stopping by you guys, I always appreciate a bit of feedback... And definitely thank you for sticking around even though most of my posts have no point whatsoever.</p>
<p>Oh! I almost forgot to mention that I don't have internet at home yet, and have been accessing Blogger through my phone... And why do you need to know this? Well because if I'm subscribed to your blog I can't scroll through my subscriptions on my dashboard page (It might be a flash issue or something like that).  So, I haven't been reading like I usually do. I'll catch up once reality comes back and I join the real world again.</p>
<p>Much love you guys,<br>
Vi </p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-62739530645634563782011-11-28T20:40:00.001-08:002011-11-28T20:40:08.681-08:00Disturbed<div><p>Holiday commercials of cheer and love<br>
Families hugging, laughing, eating, etc<br>
Joyful children, games, all of it.</p>
<p>I had that.</p>
<p>No longer are the holidays a cherished time for me<br>
More like a slowly turning knife in my heart </p>
<p>Every year I think the next one will be easier...<br>
"Next Christmas will be different..."</p>
<p>*sigh*</p>
<p>I suppose the miracle will come one day... But sadness is surrounding me during this season and I can't seem to shake it.</p>
<p>Too many things stacking the odds.</p>
<p>The little things slip by barely noticed. The big things aren't big enough or miss their mark completely...</p>
<p>Positivity is difficult and feels utterly fruitless.</p>
<p>A tough time in the mind of this complicated lady... A tough time indeed.</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-62140181802578318622011-11-25T09:45:00.001-08:002011-11-25T11:00:50.156-08:00This Is The End<div><p>Well I guess it's official, no one from my family texted or called me yesterday....and I didn't call or text my family.</p>
<p>To be honest I didn't call or text anyone except my son, and only said a small little blurp about being thankful on Facebook.</p>
<p>Things are tough. We all have our stories, and sometimes life for others is harder than yours... But... A BIG but... Sometimes it feels like you're working toward a happiness that will never exist.  The holidays have continued to be a disappointment, full of sadness, regret, and definitely (for lack of a better word) crappy. </p>
<p>What is going on? What is happening? </p>
<p>If any of you have words of wisdom, positive enthusiasm, or the like please feel free to share, hopefully it'll help. </p>
<p>Hope. Ha. <br></p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-48257123524479364032011-11-23T18:06:00.001-08:002011-11-23T18:06:01.074-08:00<div><p>The other night it was pouring rain, by California terms at least, and I sat on the bus alone. Music beat in my ears as I watched the street lights glide by, putting me in a relaxed state of mind. Then, as perfect as it could be, the empty bus approached my stop and the words, "This is the end... My only friend, the end..." danced through my ear drums. Gotta love simple little coincidences. Thanks Jim, your voice can do no harm.... Well... </p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501761570678054181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693689363093351466.post-64252343237697039892011-11-18T20:10:00.001-08:002011-11-18T20:39:22.560-08:00<div><p>My life, as imagined, includes a few luxuries paired with the perfect balance of adventure and stability.</p>
<p>My life, as lived, includes challenging opportunities dashed with brilliant luck and good karma.</p>
<p>Both versions come completely stocked with chocolate, coffee, and peanut butter.</p>
<p>So it's good, in the most deliciously ambiguous way possible. </p>
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