What's going thru your head right now??

omgwtf wrote:

It wasn't exactly my "dream job", but I didn't hate it and I can't really say that about any other job I've had. Oh well, I'm sure something else will come up. I mean, it's not exactly like jobs are hard to come by at the moment, they're practically giving them away...

WHAT?! I might have to move to Scotland... I've been looking for a job for months and have had no luck. Makes one feel so worthless after a while...

Anyway, that sucks, man. I hope you get a job you like just as much as that job ASAP.

Anysound wrote:

omgwtf wrote:

It wasn't exactly my "dream job", but I didn't hate it and I can't really say that about any other job I've had. Oh well, I'm sure something else will come up. I mean, it's not exactly like jobs are hard to come by at the moment, they're practically giving them away...

WHAT?! I might have to move to Scotland... I've been looking for a job for months and have had no luck. Makes one feel so worthless after a while...

Anyway, that sucks, man. I hope you get a job you like just as much as that job ASAP.

You realise that I was joking, right? Jobs are hard to come by anywhere. Sarcasm doesn't work too well on the net, I suppose.

omgwtf wrote:

You realise that I was joking, right? Jobs are hard to come by anywhere. Sarcasm doesn't work too well on the net, I suppose.

No, no I didn't. Haha, yeah, clearly we need to take Arj Barker's advice and implement a system of fonts that convey tone - Sarcastica and Good Times New Roman.

Not to worry, I've been offered a job offshore, but I really don't want to take it. Unfortunately, I wouldn't hear the end of it if I turned it down, so I feel as if I have no choice but to accept the offer. Anyone that knew me when I worked offshore before would tell you how miserable I was back then, so obviously, I'd do anything to avoid going back. No-one understands how I feel about it though and they certainly don't care if it makes me unhappy. It's me against the fucking world, it really is.

Damn, seems like a tough decision.

Speaking of tough decisions... Today I need to choose which course I'm going to study at uni. Well, I need to choose which to put as my first preference, anyway. No pressure.

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Anysound wrote:

Damn, seems like a tough decision.

Speaking of tough decisions... Today I need to choose which course I'm going to study at uni. Well, I need to choose which to put as my first preference, anyway. No pressure.

Yeah, it is a tough decision, but to be fair, I doubt I'll pass the drug test anyway. We'll see.

Did you decide what course you'd like to study yet?

Uhhh....

What's going on with this 6th album now?

Highly Evolved wrote:

Uhhh....

What's going on with this 6th album now?

I'm just more worried about their future.

Our winter weather has turned into an Indian Summer.
They are calling for 70's around here this weekend and
the lowest temps are warmer than the winter highs.

What a nice present, shorts weather.

Some of the girls in Hollyoaks are unreal, I swear it. Thank hell for the late night omnibus on a Sunday or I'd be so bored right now...

6th album peoples, 6th album, it'll be here soon.

This place has become a tad quiet though now, calm before the storm???

patiently waiting, anticipating...

My Bunny Beagle was attacked today by a pitbull while he was walking with my son. Details later... I think he will be OK, as long as his wounds heal without
infection.

Yesterday my neighbor's home burned down. She was in there, and she is now in the hospital.

I will give the story later but here is the footage after she was
carried to safety.

Oh my god, Suzy! That's absolutely dreadful. Horrible news. I hope she and everyone is okay!

Anysound wrote:

Oh my god, Suzy! That's absolutely dreadful. Horrible news. I hope she and everyone is okay!

Thanks, I've written the account and will release it later today.

We are all traumatized. Charlene is still in the hospital and is able to talk in a whisper. Hopefully I will get an update on her condition today.

I dreamed last night I was sitting on the curb by the street, lamenting my
status. Standing beside me was Paul McCartney. "Sing me
a song?", I asked. Immediately he starting to sing softly, and then after
a few lines he stopped. His throat was sore and he could not continue he said.
"Thanks, I do feel a bit better", I said.

3-28-13

ONE INCREDIBLE EVENT - FIRE!

Everyone wants to know the details of events that happened this
past Thursday. So I will give them from my own eyes, ears, nose,
mouth and hands so that others may share this incredible event.

It was sometime after 2pm in the afternoon, my husband and son were out in the yard
chopping firewood. My husband came inside and said, "Dial 911, there
is a fire". I grabbed my cellphone from the kitchen counter and went
out the front door asking "Where is it?"

It was my neighbor's home across the street. Slight smoke was streaming from
the edge of the roof. Giving the 911 operator the address, she asked if I
was in Norfolk, "No, Virginia Beach" she transferred me to the Beach
operator and she repeated my address to another operator.

Still on the phone, at the neighbor's front windows, I could tell smoke
was piling up inside. I started banging on the windows calling out
my neighbor's name. The windows were hot. I continued around the back
side banging and calling out her name. Adding directions to the
911 information, I told them there may be people in the home. Maybe
children ( I knew my neighbor sometimes watched her grandson )

I continued banging and hollering her name "xxxxxx!!" all the way to the back door.
"Hurry" I begged to the lady on the phone, "Please hurry!"
I heard nothing from within. I stepped off the back porch and
continued to bang on the wall as I walked around the back to the front door.

I saw a handwritten folded note wedged into the doorknob. Maybe no one
is home I hoped. I turned the doorknob, opened the door and was blasted
back by an immense thick smoke. Pulling the door closed, I realized
no one in the front of the home would be surviving and no entrance
would be gained thru that door. At the same time, the 911 operator
said don't open any doors. To late, I had seen the horror, unfolding inside.

Off the front porch, I went around the back again past a small shed on the side.
Again banging on the back wall and hollering my neighbors name. Banging, banging,
hollering until I reached the backdoor again. I had my cellphone wedged still
between my shoulder and ear. "Hurry, there might be someone inside, maybe children"

Standing on the back porch banging, hollering... I heard a voice.
It surrounded me, the voice was faint, but I had heard it.

As, the voice came to me, I realized it was saying, "Break it down,
Break it down!" For a moment, I thought maybe it was a neighbor outside,
seeing the scene, telling me to "Break it down". But no, next
I heard the word, "Help!"

Open the door I begged, I banged, hollering "OPEN THE DOOR!! PLEASE!"
"OH, GOD!, She is in there!" I cried to the 911 lady, "I hear her!"

I yelled to my husband we need to break the door, she is in there!
My husband, Matt and my son came around the side of the home, each
still carrying an ax they had been using to chop firewood. "She is in there,
I heard her, We need to break it down!", I cried. With the big maul
axe, my husband swung at the door. Hit the doorknob, I said. and another
big swing landed, then a third time. I saw the doorknob loosen
and a couple more hits... Open came the door.

A huge blast of smoke came out and it looked as if no one could
survive in there. At that instant, a Virginia Beach policeman
came from behind me. The officer leaned in at floor level looking.
I think he spotted her feet. Then without a word, the officer crawled
in and then in an instant we saw feet drop on the floor by the door!

Oh, thank God! Another officer appeared and everyone pulled the body
onto the steps. I thought it was a man at first. The legs were dark with
smoke, the stomach seemed swollen... Then I lifted the head. Black muddy
liquid lined the mouth. Then I saw her blonde hair... It's her!

The men pulled her so quickly to the ground, my leg was caught on the steps.
Stumbling, not wanting to let go of her head and her arm, I went to the
ground with my neighbor, determined not to let her suffer head injury.
Recovering, I started to slap her arm and her side. Calling her name, I yelled
"You must tell me if your grandbabies are in there" "Are there any more
people inside?" This went on for a moment. "Shake your head, blink
your eyes, tell me if there are any babies in there!" No response.
Her eyes never blinked... they remained wide open. I could see they
were so blue. I knew she was breathing because the black muck was sputtering
out of her mouth as she struggled to breathe.

The glass windows started to shatter. Boom, Boom... flying glass. Someone said,
"We got to move her away" We all had to move. The flames were pouring out the
windows. They picked her up ( more emergency people had arrived ), as I guided them
thru a small opening behind other homes, "Watch out for that board with a rusty
nail", I said, as they carried her thru a space no bigger than a foot wide.

Onto the ground they lay her again, out of harm's way. As emergency personnal
cared for her, my husband put his arms around me, guiding me away. "There
could be babies in there still", I cried. "No", he said, "There is nothing more
to do. No one could survive at this point". Oh, God I begged in my heart,
let no one else be in there.

The street had filled with fire and emergency vehicles. They were everywhere.
Hoses were lining the street. Neighbors were making calls to reach the family
of my neighbor, laying on the ground. The street was filling with more people.
Someone asked, "Do you know if they use propane?" I didn't know... no one was sure either
way. As they moved people back, I saw my son had moved to the other end of the
street. I had handed my cell phone to him at some point. 911 had been on
the line still. He started to come towards me, I waived, and yelled "Stay there!
I was relieved to see him, my son's bright green coat was easy to spot.

I noticed people with cell phone camera's focused on the fire. I had just emptied
my camera's SD card after weeks of taking pictures only the day before. As I
came into my house I grabbed the camera and turned on the video setting.
Going to the back door, I set it on the porch railing, turning it on, focused
on the fire... that is where the video starts.

At that point, the most important parts of this incredible event was over. At least as
far as I was concerned. I went back outside. Looking where my neighbor had laid.
She was gone, I mean taken from that spot. Someone said she had been moved
around to the other street. Beside the ambulance, she was surrounded with people.
Giving her oxygen and getting the stretcher ready to take her to the hospital.
I had wanted to hold her hand and let her know she wasn't alone. But I would only
be in the way.

There are so many parts to this story still. Like the lady who traded us for
the maul ax and firewood just a couple weeks before. My husband who had been determined
to chop all the firewood, even though winter was winding down. My son's young
friend who stopped by and gave instruction on using the maul ax properly. My
husband said it felt like a toothpick in his hand as he swung at the door. The
name of the brave police officer who crawled into save my neighbor. ( I hope to
get his name this week ) There was the cat who did not survive. But no one
else in the home. The smell of burnt plastics that was left on my hands and clothes.

Praising God for the miracles that formed together that day. For the preparing
that we did not know or understand. For a neighbor who lay recovering at the
hospital. We are grateful.

Now almost a week later... My neighbor remains in the hospital, recovering. Today
the report is that she no longer needs the respirator...

Thank you to all who have voiced their support and concern. It is greatly
appreciated.

Guess who visited me this morning?

Yes, my neighbor who has survived the fire!

Out of the hospital and looking soooo much
better! Her voice is very raspy and quiet.

She visited with another neighbor/friend.

My son was very happy to see her alive, as he thought
she was dead when she was first carried out of the burning home.

So young to see something so traumatic.

Then a Fire Inspector showed up along with
a Insurance Adjuster.

My kitchen was very busy early this morning. But we are grateful
to see our neighbor looking sooo ALIVE!

Oh my god, what a story! That's incredible, but I imagine it must've been terrifying. I'm so glad your neighbour is okay!

Anysound wrote:

Oh my god, what a story! That's incredible, but I imagine it must've been terrifying. I'm so glad your neighbour is okay!

People ask me, "What do you have going on for today?" or "Do you have any plans?" or "It must be boring to work at home..."

You know from the beginning I've given accounts of my crazy life,
but how do you plan for unknown events?

How do you describe your life story to people when
it is made up of so many different experiences?

When do you know that the tough times and difficult
situations you have been though have prepared you
for future events?

Being calm or showing authority when needed, is something
I think we learn thru our trials in life.

I am grateful for our Father's hands guidance, patience
and forgiveness that has brought me to this day.

So I make my plans and He guides my path. I wonder
what this day will bring as I sort laundry into piles...

"Oh, man, I need to study something, maybe return to Java lenguage..."

*Cellphone ringing*

2 seconds later...

"What I was thinkin? Mmmmm"

Just deleted spam on this forum for the first time ever. Ahh, that brings me back. *nostalgic sigh* WAIT. Do I really miss spendings hours a week deleting spam?! Nah, of course not. I just miss those old forum days.