| Our Cat Trixie Needs Your Vote! |
[Nov. 10th, 2008[Snapshot Taken]02:51 pm] |
Dear Friends:
Please vote for our cat, Trixie. I entered her in the cutest pet competition, at:
http://1043myfm.com/pages/petcontest/?_show
Keyword: Pets.
Find her name, TRIXIE under the TOC-WIM section (she is pet 26 out of 102). This is her photo: http://1043myfm.com/cc-common/gallery/display.html?album_id=148692.
We love her SO MUCH and she's not only cute, but she is our heart.
Voting Begins Today, November 10, 2008, at 12:00 p.m., to November 17, 2008. Please cast your vote!
I will let you know how the voting goes...maybe our little Trixie will make it to the finals!
Love,
V |
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| WAMU has fallen |
[Sep. 26th, 2008[Snapshot Taken]12:21 pm] |
As you may or may not know, I got a job six months ago with a lawfirm that has an associate contract with Washington Mutual. We represent (represented) I should say, Washington Mutual in the premise liability actions brought against it.
Apparently, my boss was at the meeting yesterday when the megolith fell. I'm sure I'm breaching some sort of Attorney Client privilege, but an internal memorandum written to the employees yesterday said that as many as 40-400 branches would be closing. Believe it or not, it was better for the Washington Mutual Employees that JP Morgan Chase bought it out rather than Wells Fargo.
I don't know if JP Morgan plans to pick up our associate contract with our claim adjusters, which would mean that our law firm would get picked up along with them, or not. If so, we lose 50% of our caseload, and that could mean our jobs as well! As the newest member of this lawfirm, it looks like I'd get the boot before the secretary that has been here for 30 years, and my associate, who has been with them for 3 years.
JP Morgan Chase so far is only on the east coast. I don't know if they are planning to set up Chase Bank branches up here, or what. My boss is il communicado right now, so I'll have to wait and see.
The office, as usual, is strangely calm, for being hit with this sort of news. It's like that around here, there are only certain paths of etiquette into which you can move, and it's extremely oppressive.
The only happy camper? The new CEO that WAMU picked up right before they went down: http://money.cnn.com/2008/09/26/news/companies/fishman_wamu/index.htm?postversion=2008092613. He was hired with all sorts of bonus packages, and is now making off with a severance check...a salary that could be as much as $18 million dollars for just a few weeks' worth of work.
Could my new post come and go just as easily? |
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| Potential has an Expiration Date. |
[Sep. 25th, 2008[Snapshot Taken]01:34 pm] |
It’s a very, very slow Thursday at work. The entry I wanted to post was lost somewhere in the transition from work to home—on a thumbdrive, or something smaller than a micro-chip. A very small droplet.
The boss is away from town. Our secretary is asleep, except for when she wants to yell and me and my associate. You can set your clock by what she’s doing at all times of the day. In a few minutes, she’ll be wheeling herself from her front table (very scarcely decorated with whatever she believes she’s identified herself with in this miserable life of hers)…a small postcard of a Japanese Kabuki, a child that is not hers…and loads of our files that are either defunct, or that are being withheld from us, because the boss has to see it first.
Yeah, I felt sorry for her for about a minute, and then after criticizing and berating me for putting my post-it notes in the wrong spot, or billing for “letters” instead of “correspondence” or some such banal insignificance, I quickly grew weary of her. We don’t speak except when I have to tell her the mandatory “good morning,” otherwise she takes this as the greatest rebuke. Not as if it helps…no matter how much I try and perfect my job, she will not grow to like me. She resents her life too much to feel any sort of camaraderie unless it is for her own benefit.
I guess that all the stuff I’ve been doing for the past year (more thoroughly explained in the lost post which I promise to search for) has been keeping me away from my thoughts…literally. I’ve quieted them down so that I could focus on matters that would produce MONEY. That’s the trouble. I am not a very superficial girl, although I love clothes. But money = food, stability, vacations…
( Slave to be Free ) |
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| The Incredible Trixie! |
[Sep. 22nd, 2008[Snapshot Taken]11:09 am] |
| [ | Manic or Depressive? |
| |  satisfied | ] |
These clips are very short, but they are from my heart, to yours...
The first clip is my lovely girl, Trixie, at age 2, speaking to her Papa (if Charlie ever found out I put her out there like this, he'd be so irate!)
Here she is again, doing a trick I like to call "squirrel."
She is the first and only cat I have allowed myself to love, and what a deal I got out of it!
I promise to write soon. How is everyone? |
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| Please Save Hank's Life! |
[May. 2nd, 2008[Snapshot Taken]12:57 pm] |
| [ | Manic or Depressive? |
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Hello My Dearest Friends:
My brother and his girlfriend asked me for a favor...by brother's girlfriend's roommate Stephanie is giving up her dog, Hank. She will either put it to sleep or put it him in a shelter where he will have no chance.
I read his story, and it doesn't seem fair that he should be abandoned so many times and then finally put to death. I can't rest until I know he has a happy home. Please, everyone, spread the word or re-post his profile in your journals.
Here is Hank's story and photos:
http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=10766287
It hurts me really bad that this dog loves his owner so much even though she is trying to give him away. It's so sad that even though I've posted his profile everywhere, no one seems to be interested.
xoxoxox
Veronica |
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| Distraction |
[Sep. 16th, 2006[Snapshot Taken]01:13 am] |
Make one and post it in a reply so that I can see what kind of love you generate...here's mine:
( love ) |
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| Santa Barbara With Charlie |
[Mar. 25th, 2006[Snapshot Taken]05:29 pm] |
Charlie picked me up from my house and we started heading North Saturday, March 25. I believe it was sprinkling, or at least looked like rain. The fight from the week before had dissolved into a ghost of an itch in the back of your throat—just enough for you to wonder whether the cough would re-surface. It didn’t. We took our bikes along for the ride, and it was my first day cigarette-free.
Debbie, Charlie’s mom, had booked us a hotel in advance because for many schools, Spring Break had started. Driving down State Street in Santa Barbara, we found our hotel. It was of the single story seedy variety, and Charlie announced that for $170/night we should be getting the Crown Plaza. Without setting foot onto the premises, Charlie called the lady at the reservation desk and told her that we wouldn’t be making it because we’d gotten into a car accident. I laughed at this drastic excuse, but it’d gotten him out of airtight reservations before.
A few blocks later, Charlie and I agreed on the Orange Tree Hotel. It was for the same amount as the ‘Roach Motel’ so that’s where we hung our hats. The receptionist was watching a makeover talk show and I made a comment about how people generally don’t know what looks good on them, to which she responded, “like me.” I shrugged and told her she was adorable. She blushed profusely, and just like that we were friends. Before going up to the room, I noticed a pink Victoria’s Secret shopping bag Charlie had in tow. I began to feel flushed; not only were we going to spend the weekend away from everybody in a hotel all by ourselves, Charlie had gotten me a present!
( Unwrapped + Pictures! ) |
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| The Dating Game |
[Mar. 20th, 2006[Snapshot Taken]12:55 am] |
Dear Friends:
I'm not sure you want to know this much about me, but this is a great quiz. *Suffs* who can blame me for not having any money pending BAR results? I will write soon!
Kisses, V.
| Dating Strengths | Dating Weaknesses |
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1. Flirtiness - 100%
2. Adventurousness - 66.7%
3. Appearance - 62.5%
4. Varied Interests - 57.1%
5. Friendliness - 50%
| 1. Vanity - 83.3%
2. Lack of Essentials - 75%
3. Negative Reputation - 55.6%
4. Financial Issues - 54.5%
5. Arrogance - 50%
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Flirtiness - Flirting is a good way to break the ice, and you are a pro at it. Being flirtatious will open up many dating opportunities.
Adventurousness - You are willing to try new things and be spontaneous. You want to get out there and really live, and you will attract people with a similar love of life.
Appearance - Despite what some will say, appearance matters in dating. You get high marks on appearance. Just make sure you balance it out with other qualities.
Varied Interests - You don't limit yourself, and that's a dating asset. Your varied interests make you available and interesting to a wider range of men.
Friendliness - Your friendliness makes you approachable and fun to be around. A wide circle of friends also works to your advantage on the dating scene.
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Vanity - Learn to put a lower priority on looks. Appearance is, of course, important, but vanity is undesireable. The only people you will attract are the superficial.
Lack of Essentials - Dating is difficult for you because you lack certain key things, which may include private space, a car, money, or a nice wardrobe. Work toward obtaining these essentials!
Negative Reputation - Your reputation may be working against you. Sometimes this is impossible to control, but try to counter-act it by presenting yourself in positive ways.
Financial Issues - Your financial situation is not in good shape, and this does not bode well for you on the dating scene. Try to get on top of your financial difficulties.
Arrogance - You are a bit full of yourself. You need to practice a little humility now and then, as arrogance can be a turn-off.
| | Take This Dating Quiz |
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| Merry Christmas! |
[Dec. 24th, 2005[Snapshot Taken]10:39 pm] |
My Dearest Friends,
With my last classes of law school finally completed, a clean bill of health from all psychiatrists, and a newfound love for comic books...I wish you all a Merry Christmas!
This is me, my brother Karl, and since Ayler's Head was facing the wrong way on this one, I photoshopped it in. He's really much sweeter-looking. "Woof."
Another failed attempt at the perfect Christmas card. My Mom is a photographer in training...
Finally, Charlie and I wish you all Happy Holidays!
♥
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| To All Our Hurricane Katrina Angels... |
[Sep. 2nd, 2005[Snapshot Taken]01:16 am] |
...may your efforts be fruitful and your journey blessed. Our love and support are with all those touched by Hurricane Katrina's destruction.
By the way, have any of you heard that relief money was actually available for New Orleans but was Diverted to the War effort in Iraq? Does anyone know more about this and care to extrapolate?
Love, V.
Innocent little angel. You are sweet and naive. You
blush easily when it comes to personal or adult
things. You catch yourself giggling and being
shy all the time. You are easy to get along
with and you make friends fast. Others are
attracted by your carefree and light manners.
You do get stressed easily by hard situations
and it makes you emotional. You tend to act on
the first emotion that pops into your head
which makes you childish. People tend to humor
you and don't give you so much respect, because
they see this from you. You can be mature. You
have a pure heart that is open to a world
you're unsure of. You actually believe that
people are innocent until proven guilty.
Downside is that others take advantage of you
and can hurt your feelings. Just make sure not
to be so easily lead and you'll be fine.
Which White Angel are You? (pics included)
brought to you by Quizilla
I was impressed by this quiz; someone was insightful enough to raise my eyebrow. It's worth the minute if you're into these. |
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| Nawlins |
[Mar. 27th, 2005[Snapshot Taken]06:53 pm] |
It was another six hour flight, but we arrived in New Orleans (“Nawlins”) to the locals, on Sunday, March 20 at 5 pm; with just enough daylight to pick up our baby blue Toyota Camry and drive to the St. Pierre hotel. It was to be our first real family vacation since Europe in 2003; mostly due to the fact that we’d all been in different places with different schedules. Both my brother and I were pleasantly surprised at the way my Mom and Dad were getting along so well…we’d found the silver lining to my Dad’s unfortunate luck at work; adversity had brought the two of them closer together.
The air in New Orleans was noticeably more humid than California’s dry smoggy air, and it smelled differently, too. For one thing, everyone smoked anywhere they pleased—in restaurants, in malls, at the airport. This would make it difficult for me because my Mother and I made a deal that I would smoke only six cigarettes a day since I couldn’t quit. She’d hold onto my packs for me until I got the psychological help to defeat my demons and clean up my life. I felt guilty about asking my mom for my six cigarettes for the day, and guiltier still when I had to ask for just one more.
One thing she did say that made sense, though, was that I worked so hard to be in law school to become an attorney, but I couldn’t ever really be a good attorney until I took care of my physical and mental health as well. As it is, the six cigarettes a day are just enough to keep my addiction alive; and perhaps even worse than having as many as I pleased.
During our first day in New Orleans, we had our first encounter with Burbon Street, the infamous location for the Mardi-Gras and all night flesh-fests. Burbon was a 5 minute walk from our hotel, and instantly, there was the unmistakable sound of a crowd feeding on itself. We’d caught the tail end of Mardi-Gras, and insecure girls desperate for attention found solace in bearing their tits in socially acceptable Burbon fashion. Instantly, Karl hated the scene and withdrew deep inside himself; the only part of him still functional, his ever-searching ears for the sound of true straight-up jazz.
( We're always looking for something ) |
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| New Post |
[Feb. 24th, 2005[Snapshot Taken]03:02 pm] |
My Dearest Friends:
I am currently working on my next post...so I haven't abandoned ship.
I just have lots to think about and school is driving me mad-hatters.
I will respond to your comments as soon as I catch my thoughts in a
large enough spiderweb.
Love, V |
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| Orange in the Blue Rain Part I |
[Oct. 19th, 2004[Snapshot Taken]05:22 pm] |
With my midterm in less than 1 week, the rain came at such an inopportune moment because I vowed to take pictures in it. I photographed over 112 shots in over four outfits. They say in one roll of 32 shots, you'll have only one good picture, and this is proving quite true.
Here is a sneak preview of my 'orange' series. I feel like I still need to tweak the colors a bit, but let me know what you think!
I was in a ditch. After this shot was taken, I slid very far down and got my dress all dirty.
( Sunflower in my Blue Heaven ) |
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| The Mad Hatter's Teaparty and What Happened There |
[Oct. 11th, 2004[Snapshot Taken]12:54 pm] |
As part of my Mother's assignment to me and my first baby steps toward health, I had to find cheap Therapy. So I went to my first Emotions Anonymous meeting. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but my Beverly Hills Psychiatrist's recommendation couldn't be far from wrong. Obviously, he had never been to a meeting...
I instantly felt like  an impostor. Everyone was almost twice my age and over half of them on welfare or section 8 housing. Heading the gala was a Chasidic Jew named "Rainbow Jim" *(names changed for anonymity). He started off the meeting with a chant that everyone knew by heart and stole furtive glances at me demanding with his eyes that I follow along so I moved my lips in sync with their last words. The secretary felt very angry that day, and refused to give me any of the literature so that I could follow along. The time-keeper felt "very frightened" and stood alone in the corner. The only thing I heard from him throughout the rest of the meeting were the little beeps of ten minute intervals he used to keep people from running over time. None of them paid any attention to even these meek little sounds.
Their stories broke my heart. Rainbow started talking about his past and how he used to take LSD trips, (4 of them psychotic) and divulged that he was a schizophrenic who believed that he could talk to computers just by changing around their screen resolutions. I wanted so badly to ask them questions, or pick their hearts up off the floor, but none of them interrupted each other's stories or asked anything--everyone just threw out their stories and then we would all clap, like it was a performance...like we were watching a car wreck, but instead of helping each other, just clapped... "I am going to get thrown out of my house because my landlord doesn't want to have someone who is crazy living there, so I got evicted, and now I am homeless which makes me crazier than I already am..." Then we'd look at each other and clap.
( Bottoms up ) |
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| Blue Fairy, Can you make me into a Real Girl? |
[Sep. 24th, 2004[Snapshot Taken]01:58 pm] |
When life throws me a pitch,
I swing...
I'm better under pressure.
I'm capable of teaching 8th and 9th graders
Shakespeare
and helping pass bills into law
in patent leather heels
109 degree weather melting make-up into my eyes;
so why should law school be different?
Balancing Charlie's infancy and Kirk's late night phone calls (plus inevitable squabbles) with school and AIM is challenging, to say the least.
But I'm glad to have made contact with at least a few of you
and so I know you better...
I've even managed to buy into another addiction; Candybardolls:
 
They're supposed to be of me.
Do you think they look like me?
( Do you love them more than you love me? ) |
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| treasure hunt |
[Sep. 20th, 2004[Snapshot Taken]12:35 pm] |
fervently she whispered to herself
shook herself straight...
damn it, why don't you wake up?
poor girl, she's been invisible to herself
all her life
looking for a mirror until she found
voices that would lie to her and tell her
what she wanted to hear and she would
feed them stories
not knowing whether they were true or false
but talking anyhow because she wanted so
badly to exist.
i love you, even though i've never met you
and i'm sorry
for everything i have done or not done
that hasn't been deserving of applause
we're all on stage,
marionettes to our past
blindly stumbling into future
our strings entwining into the others'
but did i tell you how glad i am to be
connected to you
please don't let go or else i think
i may fall...we're all
paperdolls
some of us red because we're inside out
but
if you met me, i wonder if you'd
recognize who i was
because if you think my pictures
are distracting
you should be with the real thing
hear the real thing
see the real thing so animated!
drawing comparisons between herself and
caged birds
while flying above it all
and i don't mean to leave i don't mean
to hide i don't mean to run
but then, what are my legs for?
i'm in training for a marathon making myself
a good athlete
for the prize of life
my doctor did his job. i can't feel a thing
if we were all given a task at first, and this was
to 'go find ourselves'
the cruelest treasure hunt;
i've never liked those--never saw the point
of running like animals for the enjoyment
of the ones who hid the goods and your friends
they turn to enemies if you don't run
fast enough...
i'd be tearing at myself in frustration
ripping out my eyes pulling at my tongue
squeezing it tasting raw fingerless bones
until one day
i was drugged
and now it's like trying to find that coin
buried under the sand but
why, sweeting, did you take the batteries out
of my metal detector?
i forgive you, i forgive myself
maybe i'm just a fool
and i don't mind being judged
because i used to get awards for
just this kind of a thing
and i swear i wouldn't take it personal anyway
because i'm not really even sure
if it is me.
♥ ♥ ♥
V |
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| AIM |
[Sep. 15th, 2004[Snapshot Taken]01:47 am] |
Okay. I took a poll of my friends and family and most use AIM.
My new AIM screen name is Paperdo77.
ADD ME and GIMME YOURS! |
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| I might just use this... |
[Sep. 2nd, 2004[Snapshot Taken]01:30 pm] |
Guys...I need your opinions! Look at the cheesy icon I chose. I like it because it is sappy and makes me smile...does it turn you off? |
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