Ceva mult mai groaznic. Ceva care ex-plică întregul mister al şalului şi scoate la iveală întreaga lui valoare... Scuză-mă, cred că e şeful...
într-adevăr, sunase cineva la uşă. Anthony îşi stăpîni nerăbdarea cum putu şi-1 aşteptă pe inspector să ,se reîntoarcă. Acum era sigur pe poziţii. De îndată ce-i vor lua amprentele, îşi scoala soferi vor da seama de eroarea comisă. Şi apoi poate îlA^a suna şi Carmen. Şalul Celor o Mie de Flori ! Ce poyeste stranie ! Exact genul de poveste care să cre-eze cadrul adecvat pentru frumuseţea desă-vîrşită şi sumbră a fetei. Carmen Ferrarez...
Se smulse din visare... Unde stă atîta ins-pectorul ? Se ridică şi deschise uşa brusc. în încăpere domnea o linişte stranie. Să fi ple-cat ? Nu fără să-i spună un cuvînt...
Se grăbi spre cealaltă cameră. Era goală ; la fel şi salonul. Ciudat de goală. Avea un as-pect pustiu, dezordonat. Cerule ! Picturile lui pe email... argintul !
îngrozit. străbătu în goană tot apartamen-tul. Aceea^! poveste ; apartamentul fusese go-lit, Toate obiectele de valoare — şi Anthony poseda gustul rafinat al unui colecţionar se-rios de lucruri mici — fuseseră luate.
Scoala de soferi este cea care va ofera tot sprijinul pentru a descoperi libertatea de miscare si bucuria de a conduce odata cu constientizarea responsabilitatii pe care o are fiecare sofer.
Va invitam sa studiati conditiile de inscriere si preturile cursurilor in paginile urmatoare, iar daca gasiti de cuviinta sa va alaturati familiei soferilor puteti sa ne contactati.
Cu un horcăit, Anthony se împletici pînă la un scaun pe care se prăbuşi cu capul în mîini. îl trezi soneria de la intrare. Deschise uşa şi se pomeni în faţă cu Rogers.
— Vă rog să mă scuzaţi, îi spuse acesta. Dar domnii şi-au închipuit că s-ar putea să aveţi nevoie de ceva.
— Domnii ?
— Cei doi prieteniai dumneavoastră, dom-nule. I-am ajutat la împachetat cît mi-a stat în puteri. Noroc că aveam două valize bune în subsol. — Ochii îi căzură pe podea. — Am măturat cît am putut de bine, domnule.
— Ai împachetat lucrurile aici ?, mugi Anthony.
— Bineînjeles, domnule. Nu asta aţi do-rit ?,Domnul cel înalt mi-a spus să împache-tez şi, dacă am văziit că eraţi ocupat să vor-biţi cu celălalt domn în camera mică, nu am vrut să vă deranjez.
— Nu eu vorbeam cu el, zise Anthony. El vorbea cu mine... Afurisit să fie !
Rogers tuşi.
— îmi pare foarte rău că a fost necesar, domnule, spuse.
— Necesar să ce ?
— Să vă despărţiţi de micile dumneavoas-tră comori, domnule.
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marți, 19 aprilie 2011
Traduceri araba romana
O furie nebună aflînd că şalul fusese vîndut şi a încercat zadarnic să-1 recupereze. Cînd în sfîrşit a găsit-o pe femeia care-1 cumpărase, aceasta i-a declarat că îl revînduse unei ne-cunoscute. Don Fernando era disperat. Două luni mai traduceri romana araba tîrziu a fost înjunghiat în plină stradă şi a murit din pricina rănilor. Din acel moment Anna Rosenborg a părut, în mod suspect, că pur şi simplu se scaldă în bani. în următorii zcce ani, casa ei din Hampstead a fost prădată de nu mai puţin de opt ori. Pa-tru dintre încercări au dat greş şi nimic nu a dispărut din casă ; în celelalte cazuri, printre lucrurile furate s-a aflat şi cîte un şal brodat. Inspectorul se opri puţin, apoi continuă în urma unui semn nerăbdător din partea lui Anthony :
— Cu o săptămînă în urmă, Carmen Fer-rarez, tînăra fată a lui Don Fernando, a so-sit la noi în ţară, venind dintr-o mînăstire din Franţa. Prima sa mişcare a fost să o caute pe Anna Rosenborg la Hampstead. De acolo ni s-a raportat că a avut o discuţie violentă cu bătrîna ; ultimele ei cuvinte înainte de des-părţire le-a auzit un servitor : „încă îl mai ai, a ţipat ea. în toţi anii ăştia te-ai îmbogătit de pe urma lui, dar îţi promit solemn că pînă la urmă o să-ţi aducă ghinion. N-ai nici un
drept moral asupra lui şi o să vină ziua în care ai să doreşti să nu fi văzut niciodată Şa-lul Celor o Mie de Flori".
Limba araba are doar doua forme scrise - araba clasica si araba moderna standard, toate celelalte variante regionale sunt doar verbale. Traduceri araba clasica se gaseste in Coran si nu este niciodata folosita in conversatii sau scrieri non-religioase. Araba clasica este limba oficiala a tuturor tarilor arabe si este singura forma de traduceri araba romana predata in scoli.
Trei zile după această ceartă, Carmen Fer-rarez a dispărut în mod misterios de la ho-telul unde stătea. în camera.ei a fost găsit un nume şi o adresă — numele lui Conrad Flec-kman şi o notă din partea cuiva presupus a fi un anticar, prin care acesta o întreba dacă era dispusă să se despartă de un oarecare şal brodat pe care îl credea în posesia ei. Adresa de pe bilet era falsă.
E limpede că şalul e cheia întregului mis-ter. Ieri dimineaţă, Conrad Fleckman a vizi-tat-o pe Anna Rosenborg. Au stat închişi o oră sau chiar mai mult. Cînd el a plecat, fe-meia a fost obligată să se întindă în pat, în-tr-atît a tulburat-o întrevederea cu el. Dar a dat ordin ca, în cazul în care ar fi dorit să o mai vadă, să fie neapărat primit. Azi-noapte s-a sculat şi a ieşit din casă pe la ora nouă şi nu s-a mai întors. A fost găsită de dimineaţă în casa unde locuia Conrad Fleckman, înjun-ghiată în inimă. Pe podea, lîngă ea, era... Ce crezi că era ?
— Şalul, intrebă Anthony cu sufletul la gură. Şalul Celor o Mie de Flori ?
— Cu o săptămînă în urmă, Carmen Fer-rarez, tînăra fată a lui Don Fernando, a so-sit la noi în ţară, venind dintr-o mînăstire din Franţa. Prima sa mişcare a fost să o caute pe Anna Rosenborg la Hampstead. De acolo ni s-a raportat că a avut o discuţie violentă cu bătrîna ; ultimele ei cuvinte înainte de des-părţire le-a auzit un servitor : „încă îl mai ai, a ţipat ea. în toţi anii ăştia te-ai îmbogătit de pe urma lui, dar îţi promit solemn că pînă la urmă o să-ţi aducă ghinion. N-ai nici un
drept moral asupra lui şi o să vină ziua în care ai să doreşti să nu fi văzut niciodată Şa-lul Celor o Mie de Flori".
Limba araba are doar doua forme scrise - araba clasica si araba moderna standard, toate celelalte variante regionale sunt doar verbale. Traduceri araba clasica se gaseste in Coran si nu este niciodata folosita in conversatii sau scrieri non-religioase. Araba clasica este limba oficiala a tuturor tarilor arabe si este singura forma de traduceri araba romana predata in scoli.
Trei zile după această ceartă, Carmen Fer-rarez a dispărut în mod misterios de la ho-telul unde stătea. în camera.ei a fost găsit un nume şi o adresă — numele lui Conrad Flec-kman şi o notă din partea cuiva presupus a fi un anticar, prin care acesta o întreba dacă era dispusă să se despartă de un oarecare şal brodat pe care îl credea în posesia ei. Adresa de pe bilet era falsă.
E limpede că şalul e cheia întregului mis-ter. Ieri dimineaţă, Conrad Fleckman a vizi-tat-o pe Anna Rosenborg. Au stat închişi o oră sau chiar mai mult. Cînd el a plecat, fe-meia a fost obligată să se întindă în pat, în-tr-atît a tulburat-o întrevederea cu el. Dar a dat ordin ca, în cazul în care ar fi dorit să o mai vadă, să fie neapărat primit. Azi-noapte s-a sculat şi a ieşit din casă pe la ora nouă şi nu s-a mai întors. A fost găsită de dimineaţă în casa unde locuia Conrad Fleckman, înjun-ghiată în inimă. Pe podea, lîngă ea, era... Ce crezi că era ?
— Şalul, intrebă Anthony cu sufletul la gură. Şalul Celor o Mie de Flori ?
duminică, 23 ianuarie 2011
On Volunteers
A pseudo-anonymous Commenter by the name of Arrogantworm in THIS post brought up the idea of creating a volunteer base to provide rides to low-income folks as bus schedules do not always meet transportation needs. Because it's a decent suggestion and because I think it's great that folks are at least talking about the needs of low- income folks, I reply to Aworm here.
Also, there is a great need for public education on issues surrounding homelessness.
Therefore, I milk this space for all it's worth. BONUS: it's free!
I'm on a few Super Secret Committees (to protect my full identity, can't name them) and this notion of getting folks to volunteer to provide rides to low-income folks has been suggested at these meetings.
A coordinated volunteer base of drivers could work -- but not in an unplanned, ER case. Certainly not for getting to work: relying on volunteers here is way too risky. And forming these volunteer bases/recruiting volunteers is honestly, MORE WORK for us already overworked and underpaid social workers -- only so many hours in a day.
Recruiting, coordinating and managing volunteers is often a full-time job (right, Walrus?) My contract is set at 32-hours per week and I am not ashamed to say some weeks I take a few liberties with those hours. Last week, for example, I had a day so intense due to the particular needs and actions of three households, I nearly ran out of my office, driving straight home to the haven of my home and cats. Some deep breathing, comforting self-talk, AnnaZu therapy and an *orgasm followed by a nap took care of the stress. Let me tell you, all of that was as necessary to my continuing to do my job well as sleep or food or any "training." I felt no guilt about knocking off a bit early that day and indeed would say the same to my supervisor, if asked.
Plus, have I mentioned I'm WAY underpaid and that I am indeed no saint? My mortgage just went up by $500 per month, my insurance payment has doubled, gas costs are up, etc. etc. etc. fucking etc. My paycheck has increased by 45 CENTS in the last two and a half years, from an already meager hourly wage. Nice, sure, if I could let all that roll off my back, nicer still if this job was merely Mad Money to supplement my husband income -- but it ain't.
(No ill reflection on The MoonMan meant. He works his ass off and hasn't had a vacation in something like 4 or 5 years.)
But during a week where I am working the full 32, my job is always first and foremost to be there for my clients. Even if I had the time to take on the job of managing/recruiting volunteers, what good am I if I'm perpetually in meetings or on the phone with other agencies or folks in the community? Which is not to say folks who do this sort of work aren't 100% necessary. Just, that ain't the job description in my contract or more importantly, the job description I have given myself.
Back to the suggestion. The volunteer ride base might work with the DV population as most folks have sympathy for this group (natch, they would not be permitted to go to the secret location of the shelter, but then there are meeting places, so I could work. As long as the woman doesn't have too much to carry back to the shelter from the meeting place.)
I don't know how well it would work with my other group, the plain old homeless/non-DV group because society has Ideas about The Homeless.
For example, my prior employers tried to talk me out of accepting my current position, because "Those People are dirty and have scabies and lice, etc." Society also have notions about Welfare Mothers who Live in the Projects. You know "All those women too lazy to work, popping out brats to get more money.
Right. $700-800/month to support you and your four kids is easy street, right?
Look out Donald Trump!
Everyone wants to help the poor (working) mother, who is properly grateful and trying to get ahead. What about the women who swear constantly, or have sudden attacks of crying, or panic attacks -- or who just aren't Trying Hard Enough or not Grateful Enough?
What about the women who were/could be still, on the sly, prostitutes!
What about the woman who needs transportation to the methadone clinic!
Oh.
We didn't expect this.
Forget completely finding those to provide rides to the mentally ill (but non-violent), sometimes substance-abusing MALE.
He's too scary!
He might rape you -- or steal your car!
But still: I think the ride volunteer notion could work to a degree, say maybe for scheduled medical appointments -- IF the general population were more educated in issues of homelessness. IF we could find these volunteers and IF there was a person who had time to run the show.
The only time I have contact with volunteers is during the December holidays. Another local agency has a data base of folks who provide gifts, etc. to low-income families every year. I am often the contact person for "my" families and receive calls from volunteers regarding sizes, directions to client's house, etc. These calls reveal much about our society. One person upon learning the very Latino sounding name of "his" family automatically assumed they could not speak English (they could.) Another woman sounded very annoyed that when she dropped off gifts to a single mother because "she had a boy there, not sure if it was her boyfriend or not" and "[the single mom] didn't even introduce me to him."
As if this single mom is required to open her life to virtual strangers merely because this woman is giving her something.
Some clients are not "properly grateful." One of "my" moms was born with many strikes against her. This woman has had little choice but to live off disability and the generosity of strangers and grants, etc. from the state/agencies etc. most of her life. Believe me when I say she indeed has little choice about this, as confidentially and respect for my client prevents me giving detail.
She's "rough around the edges" to put it lightly. She is so used to needing to ask agencies, etc. for help, she can often come across as demanding, certainly ungrateful.
Cripes -- if anyone has a right to this sort of "ungrateful" behavior it is this woman.
Yet, the type of volunteer who needs a proper degree of thankfulness from the folks s/he helps would get disgruntled with this woman rapidly. Could be I'm selling her way short, probably am. She has a sweet, funny side and often does say "Thank you."
Anyway, the idea isn't out of the question, but it's problematic to say the least. I'm not knocking you, Aworm, as I appreciate any/all suggestion and appreciate anyone who even gives more than a passing second of thought to the obstacles low-income folks have to deal with every day.
But honestly, ask yourselves: how many of you want to sign up to give rides to low-income/homeless/formerly-homeless folks?
Like so much else, we often assume "Someone else will do it."
Honestly?
If I didn't work with this population, it's unlikely I ever would volunteer myself.
*Three natural stress-relievers and I believe endorphin releasers are: crying, laughing, and orgasm, as my doc told me. Exercise also. That orgasm was DOCTOR ORDERED, I tell you. No heathen, I!
Also, there is a great need for public education on issues surrounding homelessness.
Therefore, I milk this space for all it's worth. BONUS: it's free!
I'm on a few Super Secret Committees (to protect my full identity, can't name them) and this notion of getting folks to volunteer to provide rides to low-income folks has been suggested at these meetings.
A coordinated volunteer base of drivers could work -- but not in an unplanned, ER case. Certainly not for getting to work: relying on volunteers here is way too risky. And forming these volunteer bases/recruiting volunteers is honestly, MORE WORK for us already overworked and underpaid social workers -- only so many hours in a day.
Recruiting, coordinating and managing volunteers is often a full-time job (right, Walrus?) My contract is set at 32-hours per week and I am not ashamed to say some weeks I take a few liberties with those hours. Last week, for example, I had a day so intense due to the particular needs and actions of three households, I nearly ran out of my office, driving straight home to the haven of my home and cats. Some deep breathing, comforting self-talk, AnnaZu therapy and an *orgasm followed by a nap took care of the stress. Let me tell you, all of that was as necessary to my continuing to do my job well as sleep or food or any "training." I felt no guilt about knocking off a bit early that day and indeed would say the same to my supervisor, if asked.
Plus, have I mentioned I'm WAY underpaid and that I am indeed no saint? My mortgage just went up by $500 per month, my insurance payment has doubled, gas costs are up, etc. etc. etc. fucking etc. My paycheck has increased by 45 CENTS in the last two and a half years, from an already meager hourly wage. Nice, sure, if I could let all that roll off my back, nicer still if this job was merely Mad Money to supplement my husband income -- but it ain't.
(No ill reflection on The MoonMan meant. He works his ass off and hasn't had a vacation in something like 4 or 5 years.)
But during a week where I am working the full 32, my job is always first and foremost to be there for my clients. Even if I had the time to take on the job of managing/recruiting volunteers, what good am I if I'm perpetually in meetings or on the phone with other agencies or folks in the community? Which is not to say folks who do this sort of work aren't 100% necessary. Just, that ain't the job description in my contract or more importantly, the job description I have given myself.
Back to the suggestion. The volunteer ride base might work with the DV population as most folks have sympathy for this group (natch, they would not be permitted to go to the secret location of the shelter, but then there are meeting places, so I could work. As long as the woman doesn't have too much to carry back to the shelter from the meeting place.)
I don't know how well it would work with my other group, the plain old homeless/non-DV group because society has Ideas about The Homeless.
For example, my prior employers tried to talk me out of accepting my current position, because "Those People are dirty and have scabies and lice, etc." Society also have notions about Welfare Mothers who Live in the Projects. You know "All those women too lazy to work, popping out brats to get more money.
Right. $700-800/month to support you and your four kids is easy street, right?
Look out Donald Trump!
Everyone wants to help the poor (working) mother, who is properly grateful and trying to get ahead. What about the women who swear constantly, or have sudden attacks of crying, or panic attacks -- or who just aren't Trying Hard Enough or not Grateful Enough?
What about the women who were/could be still, on the sly, prostitutes!
What about the woman who needs transportation to the methadone clinic!
Oh.
We didn't expect this.
Forget completely finding those to provide rides to the mentally ill (but non-violent), sometimes substance-abusing MALE.
He's too scary!
He might rape you -- or steal your car!
But still: I think the ride volunteer notion could work to a degree, say maybe for scheduled medical appointments -- IF the general population were more educated in issues of homelessness. IF we could find these volunteers and IF there was a person who had time to run the show.
The only time I have contact with volunteers is during the December holidays. Another local agency has a data base of folks who provide gifts, etc. to low-income families every year. I am often the contact person for "my" families and receive calls from volunteers regarding sizes, directions to client's house, etc. These calls reveal much about our society. One person upon learning the very Latino sounding name of "his" family automatically assumed they could not speak English (they could.) Another woman sounded very annoyed that when she dropped off gifts to a single mother because "she had a boy there, not sure if it was her boyfriend or not" and "[the single mom] didn't even introduce me to him."
As if this single mom is required to open her life to virtual strangers merely because this woman is giving her something.
Some clients are not "properly grateful." One of "my" moms was born with many strikes against her. This woman has had little choice but to live off disability and the generosity of strangers and grants, etc. from the state/agencies etc. most of her life. Believe me when I say she indeed has little choice about this, as confidentially and respect for my client prevents me giving detail.
She's "rough around the edges" to put it lightly. She is so used to needing to ask agencies, etc. for help, she can often come across as demanding, certainly ungrateful.
Cripes -- if anyone has a right to this sort of "ungrateful" behavior it is this woman.
Yet, the type of volunteer who needs a proper degree of thankfulness from the folks s/he helps would get disgruntled with this woman rapidly. Could be I'm selling her way short, probably am. She has a sweet, funny side and often does say "Thank you."
Anyway, the idea isn't out of the question, but it's problematic to say the least. I'm not knocking you, Aworm, as I appreciate any/all suggestion and appreciate anyone who even gives more than a passing second of thought to the obstacles low-income folks have to deal with every day.
But honestly, ask yourselves: how many of you want to sign up to give rides to low-income/homeless/formerly-homeless folks?
Like so much else, we often assume "Someone else will do it."
Honestly?
If I didn't work with this population, it's unlikely I ever would volunteer myself.
*Three natural stress-relievers and I believe endorphin releasers are: crying, laughing, and orgasm, as my doc told me. Exercise also. That orgasm was DOCTOR ORDERED, I tell you. No heathen, I!
My PayPal Account Is ...
EDIT TWO: Because I can, I post my response to comments here:
Blech. I'm tired, under slept, overfed and sluggish of both body and intellect this morn. Off the top of my sloggy head:
I got no problems with advertisements on blogs, nor when I think about it, a "tip jar."
Fuck.
It WOULD be nice to get/give a few bucks when a blogger cranks out a really good post.
Really, it's none of my business who asks for money and who chooses to give money on blogs.
To each their own.
But hey:
I have well over $2K in debt, not including my mortgage. (It's considerably higher than that, but I'm embarrassed to name how much.) It causes me lots and lots of stress, this debt. I would like it gone.
AnnaZu get spayed on July 9th -- will cost me over $400.
My hours are also getting cut on July 1.
(Don't forget I am underpaid at work.)
We've promised The Pea an overnight trip to Boston for her birthday on June 30 -- more money.
Sometimes I write a pretty good post.
Often, I insert Funny into my posts.
I give you lots of kitten pictures.
I have a bunch of doc visits over the next 2 months, at a $25 co-pay.
We need an air conditioner and AnnaZu have long, hot fur!
I have zero dollars in my personal savings.
We haven't visited my husband's family/The Pea's other grandmother 1000 miles away in 8 years.
My mortgage just increased by $500 bucks.
I want a horse.
I need new running shoes.
Someone Pimped my Ride and I need $$ to depimp it -- I can't fit The Pea in the backseat anymore due to the size of those bass-boomin' woofers (or is it tweeters?)
Two words: gas prices.
I can't afford my therapist anymore, at $45 bucks a session. I don't feel I need therapy at the moment, but what if I do?
I am out of reading material and my library is open only at weird-ass hours.
Our kitchen and living room SERIOUSLY need to be overhauled. I HAVE DIRTY SUNFLOWER WALLPAPER IN MY KITCHEN, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. And no built-in shelving for our TV, books, PlayStation and model horses. It causes me great pains.
Also:
I would like to quit my job and do one of the following:
1. Go back to school for a Masters/PhD in Social Work or Psych because wow, wouldn't it be the cat's ass to be a therapist who specialized in eating disorders because so many therapists who claim to have a clue have only a clue? I'm an excellent student, by the way, and very smart!
2. Obtain my certification in Therapeutic Riding -although it's a huge gamble that once I obtain this I will be able to find a position.
3. Work for fun and exercise at a stable with enough Magical Money coming in from somewhere to supplement my meagre groom income and pay for insurance.
I deserve every bit of the above.
I have a PayPal account, set up and ready to go.
If ya'll help me out, I promise to provide regular blog updates on What I Am Doing With Your Money.
Except, wait: I said I'd never accept cash.
Hmmm.
You may send the money to The Walrus who will, as good friends do, force the money into my shaking, grateful hands as we unite in sisterhood under the moon. (The Walrus needs some new art supplies, a new sun porch and a lifetime supply of butter!)
The point being, well hell: we all need money.
What defines a "good cause" from a frivolous cause?
A worthy blogger from a not-so-worthy blogger?
And how do you know any of the above is true?
(I promise you The Walrus' butter need is crucial! I've seen her in a Walrus Rage when butterless!)
How do you know I am who I say I am?
How do you know I would use the money for any of the above?
I might take your money and buy Purple Ass Dye, for all you know.
(All the above is true, except the Pimp Mobile (and I suppose, my desire for a purple ass).
I did, however, burn a cigarette hole in the back seat and it looks very bad.)
PS. On the blogger with The Cancer with the son who was asking for help: no problems have I in this case at all. I know of this blogger and also of the stupid controversy that arose and think
1. Sending money to this person was a good thing
2. The Controversy was utter crap.
Edit Two off.
I have to say it although I may get some shit for this one.
Do you know what I hate?
When bloggers appeal to their readers for money, complete with ready-to-go PayPal accounts.
There could be exceptions, say in the case when their is NO DOUBT -- and I mean ZERO DOUBT -- that the blogger is absolutely who they say they are and NO DOUBT that the circumstances that have led them to ask for money are 100% true. It would help also, if the money was needed for something truly important.
Jeezum crow.
Do you know how many times I've needed cash?
Do you know how many times I could have casually dropped the email addy of my PayPal account, after filling "my readers" in on the financial woes of my life???
Better yet, I could have recruited a commenter -- or created the identity of a Caring Commenter myself, who said "Kim would never ask for this, but to those of you who care, I have set up a PayPal account for her at bleedingheartsucker@hotmail.com."
Let me tell you, if any reader ever offered me a dime, I would not take it.
Not out of pride, but because to me, it just ain't right.
I do not fully trust a blogging or commenting soul in the blogosphere that I have not personally met face to face.
And neither should you.
/rant
EDIT: It has been brought to my attention that there is a blogger who is currently asking readers to contribute to her PayPal account at this very moment.
Would you believe me if I said I wrote this post before I knew about this post?
Me either.
But then, I'm The Tally Ho, an Unwoman, a TeeHeeFunFeminist, so what do I know?
Blech. I'm tired, under slept, overfed and sluggish of both body and intellect this morn. Off the top of my sloggy head:
I got no problems with advertisements on blogs, nor when I think about it, a "tip jar."
Fuck.
It WOULD be nice to get/give a few bucks when a blogger cranks out a really good post.
Really, it's none of my business who asks for money and who chooses to give money on blogs.
To each their own.
But hey:
I have well over $2K in debt, not including my mortgage. (It's considerably higher than that, but I'm embarrassed to name how much.) It causes me lots and lots of stress, this debt. I would like it gone.
AnnaZu get spayed on July 9th -- will cost me over $400.
My hours are also getting cut on July 1.
(Don't forget I am underpaid at work.)
We've promised The Pea an overnight trip to Boston for her birthday on June 30 -- more money.
Sometimes I write a pretty good post.
Often, I insert Funny into my posts.
I give you lots of kitten pictures.
I have a bunch of doc visits over the next 2 months, at a $25 co-pay.
We need an air conditioner and AnnaZu have long, hot fur!
I have zero dollars in my personal savings.
We haven't visited my husband's family/The Pea's other grandmother 1000 miles away in 8 years.
My mortgage just increased by $500 bucks.
I want a horse.
I need new running shoes.
Someone Pimped my Ride and I need $$ to depimp it -- I can't fit The Pea in the backseat anymore due to the size of those bass-boomin' woofers (or is it tweeters?)
Two words: gas prices.
I can't afford my therapist anymore, at $45 bucks a session. I don't feel I need therapy at the moment, but what if I do?
I am out of reading material and my library is open only at weird-ass hours.
Our kitchen and living room SERIOUSLY need to be overhauled. I HAVE DIRTY SUNFLOWER WALLPAPER IN MY KITCHEN, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. And no built-in shelving for our TV, books, PlayStation and model horses. It causes me great pains.
Also:
I would like to quit my job and do one of the following:
1. Go back to school for a Masters/PhD in Social Work or Psych because wow, wouldn't it be the cat's ass to be a therapist who specialized in eating disorders because so many therapists who claim to have a clue have only a clue? I'm an excellent student, by the way, and very smart!
2. Obtain my certification in Therapeutic Riding -although it's a huge gamble that once I obtain this I will be able to find a position.
3. Work for fun and exercise at a stable with enough Magical Money coming in from somewhere to supplement my meagre groom income and pay for insurance.
I deserve every bit of the above.
I have a PayPal account, set up and ready to go.
If ya'll help me out, I promise to provide regular blog updates on What I Am Doing With Your Money.
Except, wait: I said I'd never accept cash.
Hmmm.
You may send the money to The Walrus who will, as good friends do, force the money into my shaking, grateful hands as we unite in sisterhood under the moon. (The Walrus needs some new art supplies, a new sun porch and a lifetime supply of butter!)
The point being, well hell: we all need money.
What defines a "good cause" from a frivolous cause?
A worthy blogger from a not-so-worthy blogger?
And how do you know any of the above is true?
(I promise you The Walrus' butter need is crucial! I've seen her in a Walrus Rage when butterless!)
How do you know I am who I say I am?
How do you know I would use the money for any of the above?
I might take your money and buy Purple Ass Dye, for all you know.
(All the above is true, except the Pimp Mobile (and I suppose, my desire for a purple ass).
I did, however, burn a cigarette hole in the back seat and it looks very bad.)
PS. On the blogger with The Cancer with the son who was asking for help: no problems have I in this case at all. I know of this blogger and also of the stupid controversy that arose and think
1. Sending money to this person was a good thing
2. The Controversy was utter crap.
Edit Two off.
I have to say it although I may get some shit for this one.
Do you know what I hate?
When bloggers appeal to their readers for money, complete with ready-to-go PayPal accounts.
There could be exceptions, say in the case when their is NO DOUBT -- and I mean ZERO DOUBT -- that the blogger is absolutely who they say they are and NO DOUBT that the circumstances that have led them to ask for money are 100% true. It would help also, if the money was needed for something truly important.
Jeezum crow.
Do you know how many times I've needed cash?
Do you know how many times I could have casually dropped the email addy of my PayPal account, after filling "my readers" in on the financial woes of my life???
Better yet, I could have recruited a commenter -- or created the identity of a Caring Commenter myself, who said "Kim would never ask for this, but to those of you who care, I have set up a PayPal account for her at bleedingheartsucker@hotmail.com."
Let me tell you, if any reader ever offered me a dime, I would not take it.
Not out of pride, but because to me, it just ain't right.
I do not fully trust a blogging or commenting soul in the blogosphere that I have not personally met face to face.
And neither should you.
/rant
EDIT: It has been brought to my attention that there is a blogger who is currently asking readers to contribute to her PayPal account at this very moment.
Would you believe me if I said I wrote this post before I knew about this post?
Me either.
But then, I'm The Tally Ho, an Unwoman, a TeeHeeFunFeminist, so what do I know?
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