12-16-99 Sometimes its not starting a journal entry that's difficult, but knowing exactly where to start that's the trick. I have a lot to say but there's no way of saying it all at once. and what I don't list first might not seem as important as what ends up getting listed last... Ohwell. Jordan's birthday was fun, although the guy managed to run me ragged. I had some nervous moments with his wife (She's really a wonderful person, but I don't 'click' very well with girlie girls or with people younger than me) but all in all things were great. My main purpose for going along was to make sure Jordan ended up doing what he wanted to do and not just allowing himself to be dragged in whatever direction he was yanked in. It
started off with me arriving at his place with his clumsily wrapped present, some cheap cupcake thingies since I couldn't; afford a birthday cake and a bottle of Barq's root beer to wash it down. I spent about ten minutes trying to convince Jordan to stop cuddling the bottle of Barq's and open up his durned present! It seemed almost as though I could have just presented him with a bottle and he would have been happy with that as a present in
itself. The goob... Finally more to appease me than anything else he undid the duct tape sealing the box shut and dug into his package. I'd gotten him several MREs (for those who don't know what an MRE is, they're military meals that have a shelf-life of 50 years or so. They come in packages and don't need to be kept cold or anything like that. they also have a reputation for tasting terrible, but Jordan adores the things), stuffed
some of my miniatures that I'd never gotten around to painting in there to take up the extra space, and a copy of the Matrix soundtrack. Jordan was extremely pleased. After that we hit the road. The first stop would be Disney animation where I'd arranged for us to get a tour of the studios. Unfortunately I can't say much about that... When we left about an hour later Jordan noticed a hot air balloon in the sky over
MGM studios and when we asked his wife what it was we were told that it was a 'Wiener'. It was a little frustrating to ask questions and get 'cast member' responses for some of our inquiries, but that didn't happen too much. (FYI... after asking further we found out that a 'wiener' was the term used for a device used to attract people to a certain ride. Personally I think someone was pulling Wendy's leg when they told her that term.) We hit
animal Kingdom and Jordan bought us lunch. It was pretty outside and after a nice meal we had enough time to do a quick jungle tour and then head out the park to Epcot. It was dark by the time we got to Epcot and the first thing Jordan wanted to do was hit the soda fountain. they were closed while the workers shoveled out snow and Jordan was a sad little puppy... luckily he is also an easily distracted puppy. We went
through some photo exhibits, The Living Seas, the Pavilion of Nations, the soda fountain twice, and a few other things before heading out to beat the rush exiting the park. Jordan was happy, which made me happy although my legs hurt something awful. ---- The next day Scott and I did our Christmas shopping. We hit the newly remodeled Florida mall and found it to be the mass of two malls and then some. My
legs continued to be angry with me. ---- The day after that we went shopping one final time and picked up the last of our presents... no more Christmas shopping! Woohoo! Jordan had managed to eat all four of his MREs by that time. I don't think he cooked at all that weekend. ---- And that's been my life up until now. A few other
things have happened like I got a letter from a wonderful man in Wales, and found another person from the UK left a very nice message in my guestbook and has listed me in his web page. Wow! Time to deflate the old ego.. So now I just need to prepare for Christmas, wait for my Graphics card to get traded in and sent to me, and brace for meeting the in-laws again. Must play Deadlands this weekend as well. Roleplay, christmas, new years..
argh! Too much. ---- I've been reading some fanfiction called 'Sith Academy' which is a completely non-canon Star Wars series about Darth Maul, Obi One and a lot of the other Phantom Menace characters. Some of the stories are a bit too erotic for my tastes, but they're all fairly well written and many of them are funny as hell. For the heck of it I looked up info on the person responsible
for it and was suprised to find it was a woman, although I was disappointed in a lot of her opinions when I further read the page. No doubt if the two of us got together we would butt heads a great deal. The one and only rant I read on her page (the other things were matters I had no opinions on) was about being pro-choice. It always bothers me when people play the old card of 'If you're pro-choice and you eat meat and believe in the death
penalty you are a hypocrite'. It's like telling me that if I say I like chicken and someone sees me eating a ham sandwich I'm a hypocrite. Babies are
not cows. Cows were made to be eaten, ask any wolf or coyote or lion. I have canines in my mouth, that means that I was designed to be a meat eater. I have worked on a farm and have raised animals with my hands. This did not grant me sympathy for the animal's plight when I later ate them. Babies are not mass murderers. I believe that if you perform a wrong you should pay the consequences. The baby did nothing wrong. It
is the mother who is the one trying to evade the consequences of her own actions. I wasn't planned when my mother became pregnant with me. She was 39 and was looking to start winding her life down, not revving it up again by having a baby. As much as I complain about my mom she at least had the guts to hold onto me. Comparing a human baby to a cow or a criminal only serves to lessen the already weakened respect people
have for human life. But back to the fanfiction, the stories are still nice... and nobody ever said I had to like the author. ---- While at the Mall on Sunday I saw a mother with three young children (being fairly well behaved) crowding around their parents. This normally is something I'd ignore except for one large thing... The mother was a total bitch. No way around it. We're talking major bitchitude here.
Whenever one of her children (probably four at the oldest) would stand in front of her she would loudly shout "Excuse me!" over and over again. I couldn't see what the big deal was since the shelves she was looking at were over the kid's heads and all they wanted to do was stay close to their mom. When her husband offered some word she would rudely put him down and berate the man. She demanded that her husband pull
down boxes for games she was interested in, but every time her husband reached for a box on his own initiative she's scream at him about how he "has enough stupid games" and demand he put it back. Scott and I left the store before my justice seeking instincts kicked in and I ended up slapping the woman. As we left I politely asked my husband to please shoot me if I ever turned into anything like that... he promised me one better, he'd hire a
PI to videotape me acting like a bitch and then force me to watch it. There are some people who do not deserve children, and some people who should not get married. I feel sorry for the children the most. ---- And that's all she wrote for now... BACK | 
