The eye of God! That is what my husband calls Jack our one eye cat. Today my husband was cooking fish and the smell had over taken the house and of course Jack was around to inhale that divine scent. When it came to sitting down to eat. He was right next to Shelia drooling and letting us know he's there. Every once in a while i would get a paw hitting my arm, or a head bumping up again my leg. "Jack i know your there, wait till I'm done." In return i would hear these cries 'don't forget, don't forget' After a while he would causally walk up to the dog and smell her mouth. You know just in case she got something when his head was turned. He is funny to watch. When he knows it's going to be a while we will catch him sitting on the chair behind us watching at eye level to make sure we saved him some. "ahhh, the eye of God is watching again" as my husband starts laughing at him. Which in return, made him jump down, throw himself on the floor on his side, like he's half starving to death. Than just lay there as he melts from the heat. He's such a drama queen.
After we ate i had put some a side and went hunting for the other three to see if they would like any. But to do that i had to lock him in the kitchen. Which is always fun trying to quick close the door while one foot is holding him back from escaping with me. After i managed to get my foot out of the door and him locked in the kitchen i went searching for the others. Cleo was sleeping in the bedroom, i showed her some fish she smelled, licked and turned her head. I kinda figured that might happen. Zoe was laying outside sunning herself. I gave her some at first she wasn't sure. Than after hitting it and killing it, she settled down to eat what i gave her. Now Tony i couldn't find I'm yelling his name and of course he's not coming out. In the mean time down the hall is Jack pounding on the kitchen door yelling " forget him, I'm here i like fish...ahhh..mooooom, he doesn't like it anyways he never likes fish...come on I'm here" this goes on the whole time I'm looking for Tony. Who is under the bed. I showed him the bowl of fish and he wouldn't even come closer than a foot away, "what the hell is that, I'm not some stupid street cat i don't eat fish" and again down the hall is jack banging on the door..."I'm a stupid street cat, I'm a street cat I'll eat it, I'm not so picky" So after a couple Min's of trying to get tony to even smell it i gave it to Zoe to clean up. Afterwards i went back in the kitchen and now jack sees I'm still caring the bowl and is trying his hardest to trip me up. "I'm here mom, I'm here mom" "yes Jack i can see u do u want some fish now?" this is the part where he looks at me like i must have a screw loose or something. Hasn't he been trying to tell me this for the last hr. He runs over to his shelve and waits for the fish. It's the first time i ever seen him not inhale his food and he actually sat there for longer than 10 sec and ate it. I gave the rest to Shelia and everybody was happy. As i write this Jack is out in the yard, pass out in the chair, with a smile on his face. Wonder what he's dreaming about.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sunday At The Beach
Once again it's that time of the yr when it's holiday time or what Americans call vacations. The city is slowly getting relief from all the pollution of the cars and the blaring noise of impatient drivers. It's actually the only time i like living in the city. Even with the scorching pavements that the hot temperatures bring, it's still better than the noise and crowds of people that are yelling or irritated with each other. Last Sunday we tried going to the beach. What were we thinking. It's Sunday, 11:30 and we tried the beach's to the east. We must of been out of our minds at the time, and if we weren't when we started we were by the time we came home.
Yesterday we started out for the beach at 9:00, and even that was late. But at least got a chance to find some parking. We had been to this beach last yr. It's not to bad, not the cleanest but what can u expect with all these people swimming and no bathrooms. Again this yr I'm not going to even try fitting my ass in a swim suit. So i went with shorts and a top. Now we come down the steps to the sea and one look made me whine as i knew i was going to have nightmares for at least a week. The beach was filled with men over 60's with hairy beer bellies wearing speedos. I look over at my husband and roll my eyes and start whining how I'm never going to be able to close my eyes and not picture this. He's laughing as we go down the stairs. I'm so grateful my husband doesn't wear speedos...but of course that thought maybe me burst out laughing as i seen (yes u guessed it) baby Huey in speedos playing with his under water flashlight. (If u don't get the baby Huey, u really need to read Shopping in Athens, it explains everything.)
Well after getting all settled in. I'm under the umbrella while my husband the little boy inside of him is playing in the water with his mask. I start to people watch. I get to thinking what makes a sixty something hairy man think he looks good in speedos? Lets be real here, speedos don't leave much to the imagination. But, put them on an older man, who's belly is almost covering the bottom, and u start to think, i guess u do need to use your imagination. Than add getting out of the water and there gone. No wait, my mistake, i think i seen a few sitting next to the wife on the blanket, who is giving them a squeeze every time the mans eyes wonder over to see the young girl in the string bikini. But that leaves us to the women who are older who have rolls upon rolls wearing a bikini. I believe in covering the rolls. Please put on a one piece, and u wonder why there are roaming eyes sitting next to u.
After a while i decided to settle into reading. Just as i do that three out of the five people sitting around me light up a cigarette. I'm soooo lucky!!! I wish they had a law about smoking on the beach's, not that anybody would actually follow it. But, u might get a few. Later on my husband comes back from swimming and starts nagging me to put on sun tan lotion. We still had some from last yr that we used. Of course he was wrinkling up his nose when he seen it was only 25 protection. We had argued about it last yr he wanted me to buy the highest at 150...well no it's not really that high, but it's at 56. Just short of that white lotion the surfer guys wear on there nose. I tried to talk some sense into him that i didn't need to be laying there cover in lotion that made me look like the Mitchem tire man, all white with rolls of fat. He finally agreed with the 25. Of course he never wants anything on him self. The macho man who does get burned the first couple times. After his shower last night he looked like a lobster he was so red. Anyways he empty half the bottle on me and went back to swim. In the mean time a little breeze kicked up and the dry seaweed was flying in the air, of course most of it stuck to me. Great!!! I'll never get any color now.
After my husband was done swimming the woman next to us was complaining about her arm. It was swelled up pretty big. She had got stung by a jellyfish...and u wonder why i don't go into the water...no way, nope, not going to happen. Specially this yr. We had heard on the news for some reason there is a lot more than normal jellyfish by the beach's this yr. Something to do with coming from Egypt and warm waters. Doesn't really matter what the reason I'm not stinking a toe in. For some reason everything that bites, stings, or chews seems to find me. I started laughing and ask my husband why he didn't bring his flashlight along? He could of been signing the jelly fish to stay away from the shore line. He didn't find me amusing.
We had stayed for about 4 hours and headed home before the sun got to hot. On the way home i had slapped my husbands hand a few times and told him not to worry i had his weapons in my purse, he didn't leave them at the beach. I must say over all it wasn't to bad of a day, and so far no nightmares but the image is still burned on the inside of my eye lids.
Yesterday we started out for the beach at 9:00, and even that was late. But at least got a chance to find some parking. We had been to this beach last yr. It's not to bad, not the cleanest but what can u expect with all these people swimming and no bathrooms. Again this yr I'm not going to even try fitting my ass in a swim suit. So i went with shorts and a top. Now we come down the steps to the sea and one look made me whine as i knew i was going to have nightmares for at least a week. The beach was filled with men over 60's with hairy beer bellies wearing speedos. I look over at my husband and roll my eyes and start whining how I'm never going to be able to close my eyes and not picture this. He's laughing as we go down the stairs. I'm so grateful my husband doesn't wear speedos...but of course that thought maybe me burst out laughing as i seen (yes u guessed it) baby Huey in speedos playing with his under water flashlight. (If u don't get the baby Huey, u really need to read Shopping in Athens, it explains everything.)
Well after getting all settled in. I'm under the umbrella while my husband the little boy inside of him is playing in the water with his mask. I start to people watch. I get to thinking what makes a sixty something hairy man think he looks good in speedos? Lets be real here, speedos don't leave much to the imagination. But, put them on an older man, who's belly is almost covering the bottom, and u start to think, i guess u do need to use your imagination. Than add getting out of the water and there gone. No wait, my mistake, i think i seen a few sitting next to the wife on the blanket, who is giving them a squeeze every time the mans eyes wonder over to see the young girl in the string bikini. But that leaves us to the women who are older who have rolls upon rolls wearing a bikini. I believe in covering the rolls. Please put on a one piece, and u wonder why there are roaming eyes sitting next to u.
After a while i decided to settle into reading. Just as i do that three out of the five people sitting around me light up a cigarette. I'm soooo lucky!!! I wish they had a law about smoking on the beach's, not that anybody would actually follow it. But, u might get a few. Later on my husband comes back from swimming and starts nagging me to put on sun tan lotion. We still had some from last yr that we used. Of course he was wrinkling up his nose when he seen it was only 25 protection. We had argued about it last yr he wanted me to buy the highest at 150...well no it's not really that high, but it's at 56. Just short of that white lotion the surfer guys wear on there nose. I tried to talk some sense into him that i didn't need to be laying there cover in lotion that made me look like the Mitchem tire man, all white with rolls of fat. He finally agreed with the 25. Of course he never wants anything on him self. The macho man who does get burned the first couple times. After his shower last night he looked like a lobster he was so red. Anyways he empty half the bottle on me and went back to swim. In the mean time a little breeze kicked up and the dry seaweed was flying in the air, of course most of it stuck to me. Great!!! I'll never get any color now.
After my husband was done swimming the woman next to us was complaining about her arm. It was swelled up pretty big. She had got stung by a jellyfish...and u wonder why i don't go into the water...no way, nope, not going to happen. Specially this yr. We had heard on the news for some reason there is a lot more than normal jellyfish by the beach's this yr. Something to do with coming from Egypt and warm waters. Doesn't really matter what the reason I'm not stinking a toe in. For some reason everything that bites, stings, or chews seems to find me. I started laughing and ask my husband why he didn't bring his flashlight along? He could of been signing the jelly fish to stay away from the shore line. He didn't find me amusing.
We had stayed for about 4 hours and headed home before the sun got to hot. On the way home i had slapped my husbands hand a few times and told him not to worry i had his weapons in my purse, he didn't leave them at the beach. I must say over all it wasn't to bad of a day, and so far no nightmares but the image is still burned on the inside of my eye lids.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Feel a story coming!
Ahh...i'm been so busy, with pics, listing and trying to clean up my mess on my desk. It would be nice to be able to find something. I made two sales...yeaaaa it's about time. I do feel there is a story coming again, the city is getting empty for holidays. In the mean time i'm off to finish cleaning this room.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Hot, who wants to cook?
It's hot out already and it's just ten in the morning. I hate cooking on days like this so today we are going to have an easy tuna roll ups. The American way of cooking. As my husband keeps telling me. Now as for him he likes to cook. In fact he cooks every weekend. But i clean up after him, not sure who's getting the better deal here. He likes to cook for hours in the kitchen. Myself it has to be less than hour. I have a theory of why he likes to cook. It's cause he's worried he won't get anything during the week. So when he cooks he makes enough for the better part of the coming week. That and he's not thrilled with American cooking..well actually my cooking to be honest, isn't the best.
Anyways this last weekend he made squid...or sort of like a squid...did u know there's all different kinds. Hey I'm from the mid-west what do i know about seafood. Anyhow he brought home some squid. I decided i wanted to clean them. Actually i just like playing with them. He's sitting there watching as I'm getting grossed out on some of the stuff coming out of them. I did find this white ball like come out of one "what the hell is this" that's when he wanted to take over. But i wouldn't let him i sent him outside while i played/cleaned them. Of course my curiosity got the best of me and i cut open that white ball. It was a baby..i kinda had an idea it might be. When my husband came in later to cook, i told him about the baby in that while ball. He wanted to know what i did with it. Of course i threw it away. He wanted to cook it up. He knew what was inside that's why he wanted to clean them. I'm glad i chased him out. But it shouldn't surprise me the first time i ever met him i found a lambs head in the freezer. Imagine meeting somebody for the first time and while he's at work i see these teeth looking at me from a package in his freezer, to pull it out and find a whole head...ahh...it was weird. It was right after Easter and he was going to use it to make soup. Now there is a picture that still sticks out in my mind ten yrs later.
Anyways to get back to the story, i called him in to start cooking. Well now i smell like a fish, with jack and Zoe wrapping around my legs hoping to trip me so they can lick off my fingers. Of course the other two wouldn't even come close to me, they hate seafood. Which bring me to wonder why people think cats like fish and seafood? Have u ever seen a cat in water hunting for a fish??? Down at the museum, people will lay out fish for the street cats. RAW!!! Like right do u think there doing to eat it raw. The only ones eating it is the flies. I know, i know at least there thinking of them. I had taken the left over pieces of squid and insides cooked them up and they all had a feast including the six new babies running around. They loved me.
Now back to my smelling like a fish i was trying everything including my metal bar soap that is suppose to get rid of smells. It didn't work, my husband tells me to use vinegar, now i smell like a salad plus a fish. Wonderful!!! In the mean time Jack and Zoe are still following me. More than likely hoping that i take a nap and I'll wake up with my fingers chewed on. I just went and sat outside to read with thous two drooling on my feet. I figured after a while the smell with lessen...i hoped.
When my husband cooks i leave cause i don't want to be anywhere around when he starts looking for things. He's like most men, if it doesn't drop off the shelf and hit him in the head he can't see it. He doesn't believe in moving anything to see whats behind it. Why are men like that??? I was right i could hear him cussing and banging around. Three hours later he had dinner done. We had squid, with boiled greens. Now this should of been health right? It was till he fried the squid, and poured olive oil over the greens. Not a little oil, pours a cup on...well maybe not a cup, but a lot. I argue all the time with him and the health cooking, (like i know ...one who hates its), yes olive oil is good for u, but not when the food is floating in it. I've given up on that part, and try to look at it that he cooks, and likes it. The meal was good...not perfect but good. He always waits for me to tell him it's perfect...hell I'm not giving him a bigger head than he has already. It was good i will say that. After wards i went to walk Shelia and after a couple blocks i happen to notice a trail of cats following me...do u think maybe i still smelled like seafood???
If your new to my blog and liked this story u might like my older post back in March, i was on a roll last yr, with Beach's, shopping, driving, and every bodies favorite grass. Hope u enjoyed. Here is a quick recipe...my kinda cooking!!
Tuna (or cooked chicken) roll up
1/2 onion chopped
1/2 green apple chopped
1/2 c raisins
1/2 c walnut or pecans
1 tbs miracle whip
2 tbs Greek yogart
2 cans dained tuna or cooked chicken cut up
Mix all together and up up in a flour tortilla, serve with a salad of choice...mine is a Greek salad. Fast and simple will stay for two days. American way to cook!!!
Anyways this last weekend he made squid...or sort of like a squid...did u know there's all different kinds. Hey I'm from the mid-west what do i know about seafood. Anyhow he brought home some squid. I decided i wanted to clean them. Actually i just like playing with them. He's sitting there watching as I'm getting grossed out on some of the stuff coming out of them. I did find this white ball like come out of one "what the hell is this" that's when he wanted to take over. But i wouldn't let him i sent him outside while i played/cleaned them. Of course my curiosity got the best of me and i cut open that white ball. It was a baby..i kinda had an idea it might be. When my husband came in later to cook, i told him about the baby in that while ball. He wanted to know what i did with it. Of course i threw it away. He wanted to cook it up. He knew what was inside that's why he wanted to clean them. I'm glad i chased him out. But it shouldn't surprise me the first time i ever met him i found a lambs head in the freezer. Imagine meeting somebody for the first time and while he's at work i see these teeth looking at me from a package in his freezer, to pull it out and find a whole head...ahh...it was weird. It was right after Easter and he was going to use it to make soup. Now there is a picture that still sticks out in my mind ten yrs later.
Anyways to get back to the story, i called him in to start cooking. Well now i smell like a fish, with jack and Zoe wrapping around my legs hoping to trip me so they can lick off my fingers. Of course the other two wouldn't even come close to me, they hate seafood. Which bring me to wonder why people think cats like fish and seafood? Have u ever seen a cat in water hunting for a fish??? Down at the museum, people will lay out fish for the street cats. RAW!!! Like right do u think there doing to eat it raw. The only ones eating it is the flies. I know, i know at least there thinking of them. I had taken the left over pieces of squid and insides cooked them up and they all had a feast including the six new babies running around. They loved me.
Now back to my smelling like a fish i was trying everything including my metal bar soap that is suppose to get rid of smells. It didn't work, my husband tells me to use vinegar, now i smell like a salad plus a fish. Wonderful!!! In the mean time Jack and Zoe are still following me. More than likely hoping that i take a nap and I'll wake up with my fingers chewed on. I just went and sat outside to read with thous two drooling on my feet. I figured after a while the smell with lessen...i hoped.
When my husband cooks i leave cause i don't want to be anywhere around when he starts looking for things. He's like most men, if it doesn't drop off the shelf and hit him in the head he can't see it. He doesn't believe in moving anything to see whats behind it. Why are men like that??? I was right i could hear him cussing and banging around. Three hours later he had dinner done. We had squid, with boiled greens. Now this should of been health right? It was till he fried the squid, and poured olive oil over the greens. Not a little oil, pours a cup on...well maybe not a cup, but a lot. I argue all the time with him and the health cooking, (like i know ...one who hates its), yes olive oil is good for u, but not when the food is floating in it. I've given up on that part, and try to look at it that he cooks, and likes it. The meal was good...not perfect but good. He always waits for me to tell him it's perfect...hell I'm not giving him a bigger head than he has already. It was good i will say that. After wards i went to walk Shelia and after a couple blocks i happen to notice a trail of cats following me...do u think maybe i still smelled like seafood???
If your new to my blog and liked this story u might like my older post back in March, i was on a roll last yr, with Beach's, shopping, driving, and every bodies favorite grass. Hope u enjoyed. Here is a quick recipe...my kinda cooking!!
Tuna (or cooked chicken) roll up
1/2 onion chopped
1/2 green apple chopped
1/2 c raisins
1/2 c walnut or pecans
1 tbs miracle whip
2 tbs Greek yogart
2 cans dained tuna or cooked chicken cut up
Mix all together and up up in a flour tortilla, serve with a salad of choice...mine is a Greek salad. Fast and simple will stay for two days. American way to cook!!!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Better Today
It's morning and a much better day than yesterday when i managed to follow myself on my own blog. When my husband got home he helped me figure out what i was doing wrong. When i looked i didn't see any help forum that answered my question. When he looked we found it. I don't know maybe i just have no idea how to search things either. Anyways i was feeling much better when i seen 198 other people who managed to follow them selves as well...lol. I'm so glad i wasn't the only dip who had no idea. Anyways we figured out how to get me off. So today will bring a much better day.
Couple days ago i was working on a necklace well I'm not done yet but the earrings are really cool, I'll be posting them after i get pics done. I think I'll get that done today yet.
I figured it's time for another short story of life over here. I should be posting that in a day or two. This one is about my husband cooking. Adventure it is.
Couple days ago i was working on a necklace well I'm not done yet but the earrings are really cool, I'll be posting them after i get pics done. I think I'll get that done today yet.
I figured it's time for another short story of life over here. I should be posting that in a day or two. This one is about my husband cooking. Adventure it is.
Monday, July 19, 2010
What the hell!!!
I've said it before i have no idea what I'm doing on here. I've been trying to figure out why the people I've started following is not showing up. I can't figure out how to show it and the help selection didn't help me at all...in the mean time i somehow managed to follow myself and is listed under followers...say what???????????
Have i ever told u how much i hate computers...besides the fact it is taking a min, to two to go from one page to the next. It's brand new MS 7 only a few months old and we are suppose to be having a DSL line but why is it going so frikin slow, like a dial up. It can't be every site is slow and busy i don't believe that for one min. I'm so frustrated right now I'm ready to throw it out the dam patio door.
Have i ever told u how much i hate computers...besides the fact it is taking a min, to two to go from one page to the next. It's brand new MS 7 only a few months old and we are suppose to be having a DSL line but why is it going so frikin slow, like a dial up. It can't be every site is slow and busy i don't believe that for one min. I'm so frustrated right now I'm ready to throw it out the dam patio door.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Computers...blogs, twitter..
The last three weeks I've been re doing EVERYTHING in my shop. Than listing new items i didn't list before, tried a couple days of renewing. Than i started doing everything i can to market outside of my shop..twitter, blog, face book...social marketing and I'm sure there still is more. I've been reading everything i can to help. Now i know right now and understand that it's summer, who wants to be in the house and shop, I'm not stupid on this part.
Here is where i become daaaaaaa. The computer is NOT my friend, i HATE it so much there has been a few times it almost went, flying out the patio door. I don't understand all these twitter, blogging, and other social marketing. I don't understand how to get follower, even though i do follow others. Don't understand most of the tech language (i have troubles with my own), I'm a visual person. Reading and trying to explain doesn't always add up. I've been putting in so many hours trying outside marketing, reading,and changing stuff (with not really any more views than a few) that i have not had time to create anything new. PLEASE, tell me I'm not the only one who is confused. Am i lone on this?? What do u do to understand this? Help me understand, before i go run out in to traffic and put my self out of my own misery.
This is what i posted on the etsy forum, and i must be the only one who doesn't understand since nobody replyed. I think i'll go play in the traffic.
Here is where i become daaaaaaa. The computer is NOT my friend, i HATE it so much there has been a few times it almost went, flying out the patio door. I don't understand all these twitter, blogging, and other social marketing. I don't understand how to get follower, even though i do follow others. Don't understand most of the tech language (i have troubles with my own), I'm a visual person. Reading and trying to explain doesn't always add up. I've been putting in so many hours trying outside marketing, reading,and changing stuff (with not really any more views than a few) that i have not had time to create anything new. PLEASE, tell me I'm not the only one who is confused. Am i lone on this?? What do u do to understand this? Help me understand, before i go run out in to traffic and put my self out of my own misery.
This is what i posted on the etsy forum, and i must be the only one who doesn't understand since nobody replyed. I think i'll go play in the traffic.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
What now
What now? That's the thing about trying to start a store, blog, and have a normal life. I've been working on this for weeks and still have no idea what I'm doing. So the hell with it. I'm going to talk about my feral cats i take care of. Grandma is back!! Didn't see her for months. The last time was right before i went back to the states for my daughters wedding, back in April. I had just adopted her granddaughter (Zoe) a week before and around that same time on Easter Sunday, her daughter was hit by a car. She left four 9 week old babies. Zoe herself was only 7 months and pregnant. The same week grandma had her own litter, third one i know of. It's sad seeing all these animals giving birth and no where to go. Some days it's between 18-23 feral cats. It's not much but i try to do what i can. Even if it's just giving them food and taking a few Min's time to pet them and know somebodies around. I had adopted two Jack a one eye black male a yr ago. I also knew him from babie on and his mom. Zoe four months ago. Her babies dropped down her hind leg. If i didn't take her in she would of died on the streets. She is doing great now. Anyhoo, i can't write this anymore I'll just put up pics.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
HELP... WHAT AM I DOING???
This is totally crazy and frustrating. I'm trying to learn how to do, blogging, twitter, social marker, and a few other sites. I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm not a computer search wise. I'm trying to sell on my store on etsy and i feel like all this outside marketing stuff i have to do to get people to see it is driving me crazy. I don't know what I'm doing...how to get followers, how to attract people to the site, blog and twitter, and others. I've been spending hours reading how to do this instead of making anything and stressing out over it. I even bought a book how to be successful on etsy. It tells u the sites u need to go to and what not but even when i get to them than what?? Several times i lost the dam page i was on so I'm sure I've signed on to the same one. Than all these stupid passwords to remember it's getting confusing. HELP i need followers, i need to know I'm not going crazy and wasting my time. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Meltdown
Have u ever felt just violated from somebody else's actions. That's how i feel today. At 7Am this morning I'm sitting out in my yard...my only little piece of heaven in this crowded city. I'm drinking my coffee with my husband and i look up to see a hole burned in my umbrella by another cigarette that has been tossed in my yard like it's there trash bin...and i had a total meltdown. It's the third one in two weeks. One burning a hole in the carpet i keep for the pets to lay on out in the yard. Another hitting the umbrella but, only leaving pin holes rolling across the top to land on the tiles below. But, this one burned holes across and than stayed on top and burned a bigger hole through.
So you might be thinking big deal it's only a umbrella? Yeah, it is only a umbrella but it's mine. How dare anybody dispose of there trash into my yard like I'm nothing but, gum that is stuck on there shoe. Somebody who doesn't deserve respect, cause, i live in a basement apartment. That is how u are looked at when u live on the bottom. The higher u go up the more u are looked at as being, better..richer...somebody...what ever stupid thing u want to think. I wouldn't give up my bottom apartment to live on top with no yard. It keeps me some what centered, sane, calm, even if i can still hear the noises of the traffic, my plants, the calmness of the setting is what keeps me going. I like sitting out there working on my jewelry, being creative.
My husband at first didn't understand what the big deal was...we could always buy a new umbrella. I explained that's not the POINT. You buy a new one and it doesn't matter they will still be throwing cigarettes in the yard. It's the disrespect of anybodies property that makes me angry. It's the life in a over crowed city were nobody follows the laws, cause nobody enforces the law. The riots, strikes, government stealing the peoples money, cheating that is the norm, and the not trusting is the worse. I've been here four yrs and i don't like who I've become. It's hard to believe and trust people anymore. I've become suspicious of anybody that says they will help u, i start to think what do they want. When has society become so immune to the mistrust, and turn there backs on kindness? It's the way of city life here. I know one day we will be out of here, to a more quite area, but, will i be able to believe, trust and think there is kindness without a motive?
So you might be thinking big deal it's only a umbrella? Yeah, it is only a umbrella but it's mine. How dare anybody dispose of there trash into my yard like I'm nothing but, gum that is stuck on there shoe. Somebody who doesn't deserve respect, cause, i live in a basement apartment. That is how u are looked at when u live on the bottom. The higher u go up the more u are looked at as being, better..richer...somebody...what ever stupid thing u want to think. I wouldn't give up my bottom apartment to live on top with no yard. It keeps me some what centered, sane, calm, even if i can still hear the noises of the traffic, my plants, the calmness of the setting is what keeps me going. I like sitting out there working on my jewelry, being creative.
My husband at first didn't understand what the big deal was...we could always buy a new umbrella. I explained that's not the POINT. You buy a new one and it doesn't matter they will still be throwing cigarettes in the yard. It's the disrespect of anybodies property that makes me angry. It's the life in a over crowed city were nobody follows the laws, cause nobody enforces the law. The riots, strikes, government stealing the peoples money, cheating that is the norm, and the not trusting is the worse. I've been here four yrs and i don't like who I've become. It's hard to believe and trust people anymore. I've become suspicious of anybody that says they will help u, i start to think what do they want. When has society become so immune to the mistrust, and turn there backs on kindness? It's the way of city life here. I know one day we will be out of here, to a more quite area, but, will i be able to believe, trust and think there is kindness without a motive?
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Sunday...sure coat or honesty?
Here i am on a Sunday getting into a rant with another person in a forum. Last night i was reading all these whining and complaining going on about how slow it is, no sales in a week or month. Mostly coming from people who as least have sales. I wasn't trying to be mean i was just trying to be honest for a change, and say stop all the sugar coating that goes on. Some of the strangest things are big sellers on there, or like jewelry that i make are simple and similar to each other. That's not what I'm all about. I like working with things that go beyond the simple usual pieces. I like different, making things that are either unique or just weird. I try different suggestions on how to sell outside of etsy. When i ask for feed back i really do want u to be honest with me, don't sugar coat it. If there is something that sucks to me I'm going to say it. It's only my opinion, and than who cares. Isn't that why u asked? Everybody has different tastes, sooo what. It's not that I'm being mean or not supportive I'm just tired of the complaining and not doing anything to change it. I think I'm done with my rant for today...lol
Friday, July 9, 2010
Random thoughts
Just a few random thoughts before i finish working on a new piece of jewelry. Went to the store today and noticed people begging in front of the stores. Some sit with there kids in there laps. To have to live like that i can't imagine. I'm so lucky i have a place and a loving husband that takes care of us. All though it would be nice to make some of my own money buy selling some jewelry...lol. At least it keeps me busy.
On my way back from the store i noticed how so many people are going about there day on the phone. In the cars, walking even on the motorcycles, driving with one hand. What did we do before the cell phone? Is it really that important that u need to be talking right this moment? Will it not be there when u get to your destination? Look around you, see what's out there. I don't use a cell phone. I take one in the car to keep in the glove compartment for EMERGENCY only. What ever i have to say can wait. Sometimes i feel i will be the only one who will not die of some brain cancer for not having a cell phone attached to my ear. Life can be good with out it.
Well back to finishing my design
On my way back from the store i noticed how so many people are going about there day on the phone. In the cars, walking even on the motorcycles, driving with one hand. What did we do before the cell phone? Is it really that important that u need to be talking right this moment? Will it not be there when u get to your destination? Look around you, see what's out there. I don't use a cell phone. I take one in the car to keep in the glove compartment for EMERGENCY only. What ever i have to say can wait. Sometimes i feel i will be the only one who will not die of some brain cancer for not having a cell phone attached to my ear. Life can be good with out it.
Well back to finishing my design
Thursday, July 8, 2010
My store/life
I've been asked in the past how did i come up with the name Ferals Passage.
I feed the feral cats in my area, and the city Piraeus, means passage, so together it just made sense. Well at least to me. So anyways I've been trying to get this store set up and make jewelry besides. Who ever thought it was easy to do it on line is mistake big time. It's how to learn to market on line besides the etsy store which is the hard part. But I'm learning. Blogging is suppose to help as well. Well if i just talked about my store it would sound pretty boring to me. So for right now I'm going to just post a few pics and talk about life here, at least today.
It's early and there is another strike. All transportation, but, for taxi are not working. So today i had the pleasure of dropping my husband off at work. I'm so glad it wasn't right in front of where he works. I would of been freaking out really bad. Driving here is crazy, rules mean nothing and now that I've been here four yrs I'm starting to drive like everybody else, and that scares ME. Were lucky we don't have a gun problem here like over in the states, there would be a lot of road rage with a few mixed in shootings I'm sure. But u get use to this and move on.
The rest of my day will be spent on listing and making a few things.
I feed the feral cats in my area, and the city Piraeus, means passage, so together it just made sense. Well at least to me. So anyways I've been trying to get this store set up and make jewelry besides. Who ever thought it was easy to do it on line is mistake big time. It's how to learn to market on line besides the etsy store which is the hard part. But I'm learning. Blogging is suppose to help as well. Well if i just talked about my store it would sound pretty boring to me. So for right now I'm going to just post a few pics and talk about life here, at least today.
It's early and there is another strike. All transportation, but, for taxi are not working. So today i had the pleasure of dropping my husband off at work. I'm so glad it wasn't right in front of where he works. I would of been freaking out really bad. Driving here is crazy, rules mean nothing and now that I've been here four yrs I'm starting to drive like everybody else, and that scares ME. Were lucky we don't have a gun problem here like over in the states, there would be a lot of road rage with a few mixed in shootings I'm sure. But u get use to this and move on.
The rest of my day will be spent on listing and making a few things.
Monday, July 5, 2010
I'm Back!!
I'm back after being gone a couple months. I was over in the states for my daughters wedding. Which she was beautiful, and of course i cried. Was able to catch up with family and old friends i haven't seen in yrs. It was nice but I'm glad to be back home. Living out of a suitcase and moving around from three different states, gets old after a while, besides the fact i managed to get sick while over there. I've been back about a month even though it feels like i never left. It's time to get busy writing about my store on Etsy and my life here. The everyday adventures of living in a big city, along with my furry street pets.
I've been re doing my shop so my new stuff is not posted yet but do look for it in the coming week. More to come...once i figure out how to even work a blog...ahhh.
I've been re doing my shop so my new stuff is not posted yet but do look for it in the coming week. More to come...once i figure out how to even work a blog...ahhh.
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