March 19, 2015

There Was This Fire...

At 5:30 am on Friday, March 13th, we, or at least I, was awoken by banging on our front door. My sister got to the door while I was just trying to understand what was going on. I don't know who it was other than a male, and he said that we had to get out because there was a fire in the building. I didn't want to take long putting on my sneakers, so I put on my house slippers. This was after I tossed on clothes that I had next to my bed, my bag and coat over that along with hat and scarf, oh, and my phone for some reason.
The bill hasn't been paid, so we don't have service. Either way, I go out with one of my sisters and there is smoke in the hallway, and when we get into the lobby, there is water raining down from the ceiling and through the light there making a pool of dirty water between us and the door. So my shoes couldn't help but get wet.
We were told to go all the way out into the street, so we didn't get to see what was going on and were just cold after standing there for about 15 or so mins. I kept my hands in pockets. At least my feet didn't get as cold a I feared, but they were still cold.
We stood next to the new people that moved in on our level and side. We looked around and saw three fire trucks and four ambulances. Two were at each end of our street. The girl we were standing next too, tried twice to find out how much longer it would be before we could go back in since most of us were cold.
She had no luck the first time. The second time she was in luck and got to go back in. But when she came back the first time she said that they were gutting the apt on the second floor and tossing everything out into the courtyard.
About five or so mins after that is when my other sister and my cousin made it out. They were in there the whole time and my niece, stood with us, and even cried at one point because she didn't see her come out, ran to her when she saw her come out.
She then said that they kept them from coming out because they, the firemen, had started to gut the apt and toss stuff out. So they must have started right after we got out. She, this sister, was the one that started to talk to the lady behind us who had luggage with her, when the girl with us went back to find out about going inside.
They found out that it was her apt that the fire came from. When the girl came back and we saw others going in also, we went in too. The sister and cousin stayed and talked to the girl since they weren't as cold as we were. I held on to the fence and looked down as I walked around the water as we went back in. So I didn't really see the courtyard. I think it's odd that I didn't see anything at the time now.
Phillys got dressed and got ready for work. By now it was close to 7 I think, and she had to be at work early that day. I don't know how long I stayed up, but I think I slept late. smile emoticon
It was a good thing mom had already left for work hours before.
Phillys took all the pics for me with her phone cam. smile emoticon

March 03, 2015


I had something to say, but I took too long to come here and type it up. But let's see what I have rattling around in my head.

One, Lenord Nemoy is gone. That was a shock. My sister showed up just as Access Hollywood started their piece on him. It could have been ET, but I don't remember. I just about never watch them, but I really didn't have anything else to watch at the moment and Something they were talking about caught my attention.

The first thing she says after they finish is that she's said he won't be around for the next Star Trek movie. We had just watched the last one like a day or two before, so I didn't hold it against her, but I was surprised by her comment.

Two, I got my tax... papers, forms, whatever you call it, from SH5. My last job. I didn't expect much, but it seems that they paid me just over 3 grand for the 4 months I worked there, so I had to file this year. BTW, talking about work. Did I tell you about my last interview? I think I did. I'll check the last post to make sure later.

So I had to take my tax paper to my cousin. She has been doing the taxes for my mom and sister for years. I almost went over by her one day, because I had to go out to buy some hand soap from Bath & Body, but it was too cold for me, but as I stood there with one shoe one and one off, I picked up the phone and called to see if she was even home. It just kept ringing and ringing, so I was very happy I didn't go. I left her a message, but she took days to call back. I ended up going by Sunday afternoon. In the snow. In the freaking snow.

I know. It's winter. It's going to snow. My issue is I am really hating winter now. I don't like being cold. At all. I can't seem to get warm for days at a time. I don't even seem to have core temperature anymore. This sucks. The day I'm offered something that will give me a good life in a warm place, I'm out of here. I'm going to miss everything else that makes up my NYC life, but the cold is killing me.

Oh, Three. We don't have cell service. My mom took a few days and had a few taken from her over how cold it was, so she couldn't pay and it got disconnected. I know, the math isn't that great. After all, I'm sure you pay like $125 for your cell service. Ours is more like $230 I think. It was over $300 months and months ago. I changed a few things and got a lower price. She had old features that made it that high. So for plan for 5 people, who all have smart phones, it's not bad. It could be a bit better I know, but there are a few add-ons that I can't get rid of or replace with something better yet. I was helping to pay my part of the bill when I was working, but mom went to Canada, then the days off, and stuff didn't get paid, for a while or completely for months, so now it came back to her and the phones are off until she pays it all off and $50 more to reconnect it. That's just insult to injury.

On the cell phone front, my cousin just got one. The same one who does our taxes. Well, I thought she got a cell phone. Then I found out from my mom that it was a free phone that gives you like 260 minutes of call time. It was Jhodie's and she gave it to her so she could have one. All this time, she never got one. It's a free phone she got from the government through the welfare system I think. Some program. You have to use it like at least twice a month in other to keep it, or they take it from you. It's and old-ish phone. It thinks texting is a gift that it only allows 25 spaces for.

Next update will be computer based. :) I've been up all night and almost all morning updating and installing Ubuntu and Windows 7, so I need to sleep.

Later. :)

January 31, 2015

My Life Ticks By

Well the new year has started.

We haven't moved yet.

In case I haven't talked about it. The sister that I'm sharing my room with wants to move out. She was helping a co-worker apartment shop in NJ and saw some nice affordable places. So she started to think of moving over there. I'm grateful that she just thought that I would go with her. I hope to have better luck looking for work over there.

At some point another co-worker ended up in this move. And she comes with a little girl. So then I was turned into the live in nanny, but at least I would still get my own room. They will be looking for a three bedroom with a living room that can be turned into a bed room. We have lived without one for so long, that it would be odd to have one. I don't think my sister has had a living room since she lift St. Kitts. By the time we get one, if ever, it would be mostly treated like extended space for the kitchen. :)

Either way, we aren't suppose to move until Feb,which is just around the corner. The other girl wants to use her Tax Refund money to pay for her share of the down payment. The real estate people my sister is working with wants to her to sign about the same day that she goes looking, so she isn't going until she has the money and having it line up with some kind of move in date that the land lords have. I'm not all that sure about that part. I just know that when it gets going, a lot of things will happen very quickly.

Which also includes moving my mom from the room she is in, to our now empty one. Both of us don't like her in there just for the junk that my sister has piled up next her bed and around the room in general. I know I'll be in deep pain when those days are over.

Now back in late December, I ended up baby sitting for a few days while the mom worked, but the school was closed and she couldn't get someone to look after the girl on a few days that week. Yes, it's the same girl and co-worker mentioned above. It turns out they live, very, very close to us.

I thought she was eight, but found out that she was five. Five! How am I suppose to relate to a 5 year old? I ended up doing a few of the thing I had already planed to, but a few little things changed and others weren't like how I expected, but amazingly, the girl had fun.

I took her to the museum. I was suppose to show her the houses, but they are currently having a shoes exhibition called 'Killer Heals'. You should swing by if you can. It's there for a few more weeks.

We went through the African exhibition first. She liked the first part better than the last. They had a tower of Buddhas, and we ended up playing a little game in trying to find them from this catalog they had next to the tower. That was one part she liked. I kept running into the issue that she couldn't really read anything. So most of things just went by her. When we reached the shoes thing, she looked at the movies and videos that were bright and moving oddly. I participated with passing conversations on the shoes themselves and took a few pics to send to my friend. Turns out there were no bars in there, but I sent them later.

By the time we sat down to watch a video of how shoes were made, she started to yawn. So we got our stuff and headed home. In the rain. It had to rain that day. In fact, I had to go back and get the umbrella. I wasn't the only one. So it took a while.

The next time she was here I think we made cookies. She liked cracking the eggs, but she was rather dainty about everything else. I'm inclined to believe that it was her age and being unsure, but she didn't jump into playing with messy stuff like I think she would. So a win and a fail at the same time. She helped to make about 5 of each. I was left to do the rest. They didn't turn out like how I expected at all. No, I don't bake. The oatmeal cookies were suppose to be chewy, but they were hard. Not bad, but not chewy at all. The almond butter cookie dough was ... wrong, but they tasted the best. :)

Either way, on the last day I took her back to the museum to see the houses. She seemed to like that and we saw a tree growing up through a piano on the same floor. I also knew that I would be getting the job of looking after her afters school on a regular bases. Then just make sure that I knew I was right, my sister said the co-worker wanted to take the girl out of the after school program and would be asking me if I could look after her. So about a week before my birthday, which was the 12th BTW, I started to pick her up from school about 2:30 and watch her until her mom picker her up. We came up with $50 a week. Was it worth getting La, La, Loopsy stuck in my head?

Well this Monday was the last time I picked her up. Her mother called, well texted, that some family members were in town and they wanted to look after her for a while. How long that will last, I don't know, but if we do move in together, I'm back on call. It felt a little cut off since I was going to take her to the garden so she could play in the snow on Wednesday.

The Thursday before I had an interview with DSW. I got all dressed up and had them dry cleaned too. The same day I thought that it was a very good interview, even if they had me waiting for almost 2 hours, if not over. But as the days went by I saw everything I did wrong. Then I got an e-mailing saying that I wasn't picked. I'm not going to bother looking for work again until I move. What's the point? Maybe I might be able to keep it, or I'll have to quit about a week in? Or they just won't bother hiring me because I'll be changing addresses.

So now what?... nothing. At least nothing off line.


August 28, 2014

Forced to Masturbate for College Class?

This was my comment to video that you will find below.


This I'm sure was not a required class. I'm sure that there was material telling you what to expect in this class. It's not the teacher's fault if you didn't read it. And you can drop the class if you took it in error. 

Like someone said before, he didn't come up with this idea that morning. He had to get permission to have this class with a plan of what he was going to ask for and teach in it. We have one person complaining about this class. The other people even said that they knew what the class was about, which is one of the reasons why they are there.

As for this showing the depths of which the education system is sinking, that happened years and years ago when kids were being allowed to graduate high school not really knowing how to read. Talk about the injustice of being undereducated, rather than a course that consenting adults choose to attend, that want to go through this kind of experience.

As for the lady who is the cause of this lawsuit, being embarrassed and shocked isn't something to sue someone over. We are suppose to learn about ourselves when we are in college, and if this is one way some of us choose to do that, it's not your place to tell them that they can't because you believed the class was too frank about what you would be doing while attending that class. 

I see a misunderstanding, and not a lawsuit here. But then, I wasn't raised to sue people over something I could change or made a mistake in. 

I can understand how privacy is a big question here. Assignments and such need names on them so that credit and grades go to that person. It is possible to believe that the standard "writing of your name" was replaced with a number system, so he could award grades without knowing who submitted them. Was there any evidence of this? How were assignments suppose to be handed in? Was this even looked into?

Everyone in the clip seem to have jumped to the idea that everyone walked up to the desk and handed in papers and the teacher is some old guy jerking off over them in his house. I can tell you right now, that unless he has some English majors, most of what he will be reading with be dry, none story form, quick and to the point facts, and more than likely looked at as nothing more than his job, and something he has to make time for. I have tried to get people to tell me about this when they seem interested in me and it's like pulling teeth to get any real set of details out of them. Granted, these students took the class, so they might be more forthcoming, but I can also see them with a Freud book open on their lap as they themselves try to explain to him why they might be thinking such things. Like I said. He will see it as a job to be done. Not sexy time in the man cave or what have you. 

Also, what is his title? I would believe that he would have some therapy background. A doctor with a few years experience in the real world where he's more than likely heard far more than you would think. Do you think he got into the field to jerk off over class work, after seeing patients one on one for who knows how many years?


Don't get pulled in by the photo. Most of the people who left comments were. No one was forced to masturbate in class.

You can click on the video to see what I mean. It's completely safe.

August 13, 2014

The Truth About Red Velvet Cake

I'm not happy to find out that I was handed a myth as fact and believed it. But I guess it was bound to happen one of these days. And I liked the myth because I liked beets.

So here is the link that will answer just about every question that you may have about Red Velvet Cake and whatever other name it might have and still goes by depending on a few factors.

It's a long read, at least for me, and at the end you have a recipe. :)


American Cakes – Red Velvet Cake