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please note this forged IRS email from service@irs.gov <revenue-service@juno.com>

i am making this a public post to make others aware of a scam.

i have copied from an email that was received by a friend. my friend asked if it had been actually sent by the IRS, considering that they had an extension filed for this previous tax year and the amended return had not yet been submitted.

please note the sender of this email asks recipient for all sorts of personal identification which in the wrong hands can lead easily to identity theft as well as easily allowing the criminal to do as they please with YOUR bank and credit accounts.

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cheese

the cult

here is an odd question that i haven't been able to find the answer anywhere on line.

in the cult's song, Fire Woman, was the lead vocal part ever performed by a "black" guy which appeared on MTV?

i think i remember black guy in dreads rocking out to it in video...

or am i mixing up my memories of other hard rockers with the cult being "it"? :-)

for instance, i may have mixed up the white guy normally singing the song. (maybe his very long hair was in dreads?)

please help! thank you!
squishy

Gordon!!

so we have been watching this little piggie for the past week...

why they call them pigs i have no idea. and i don't know if the little squeaks and stuff are his afraid noise or if they are his good sort of "purr" that his owners said he made when he was happy. he makes this squeak when i go near his box or scratch behind his ears and stuff. then sometimes he jumps straight up in the air. so i don't know if he is scared to death or if he is dancing happy. arrgh. if animals could just speak english or the language of their owners/caregivers, that would really help. wasn't the creator aware of this when he put creatures within our grasp?. instead of like, having us just eat oats and stuff. the creatures we would be killing for food could say "stop! i have kids at home!!" or something. or, "i wouldn't eat that if i were you".

he isn't really a pig (ie: swine). he is a rodent. arrgh. misnomer of the week that week?

so, his name is gordon or gordo for short. in case we didn't want to say the n. you know, that n is a difficult consonant. :P



dad &amp; fish &amp; i

risky business. wanna take bets?

in the am, or later this am, i am being brought to sc all expense paid by a former american legion commander. i have been awake all night i have ben doing stuff like laundry and cleaning the 'fridge, and more laundry and doing some sewing on the machine.... it literally takes me about 5 min to pack my clothing and personal effects for a week, i mean, .mil did teach me a few things...

they didn't, however, teach me to be able to communicate with the bf very well. this is unfortunate as there are many times over night or during the day when i would just like to be held or i would like to hold him, and he can't be bothered to get off the sofa and sit next to me which could lead to you know, doing other things. it normally takes 2 people working towards the same goal. but that would indicate being on the same team or at the very least sitting on the same non playing player bench.

i will be gone about a week. i can get the entire mom/court stuff dealt with and even do some stuff like playing a round of golf maybe or going to brookgreen gardens, one of my favorite places to take pics with digital camera. lots of american sculptures. and many rare, antique varieties of flora.

and acrosss business 17 from brookgreens spectacular entrance, there is huntington beach state park, and that contains atalaya, a spanish style residence built for mr. huntinton's sculptress wife and stunning views from many external vantage points. and even more from places designed to give guests and residents spectacular views of other things.

hopefully, my mom will be able to accompany my elderly friend and i to the brookgreen gardens. then we can take her out to lunch. (even if she is permanently out to lunch, if you get my drift). (how do you type a wnk?)

and i get some oral chemo drugs because i can't get off of them for trivial reasons and while i do not consider the real reason i m going "trivial" and i don't consider even the secondary reason trivial.

and when i was a kid, i thought that trivial meant stuff my grandmother would have our housekeeper or cook put on a trivet. trivial = worthy of a trivet. woohoo!

hopefully updates from sc or other places i go. and i hope to heck i don't have to fend off old guy, and i give him credit so far that he has arranged suitable separate lodging and this is a good sign he is not the typical DEM (dirty elderly man)and just a nice guy and fellow vet.

is anyone a member of the american legion on my f's list?
squishy

i posted this before but some things never change. thank you macaholic

i have a recurring dream where i am in a group of pleasant but pot smoking people in a big people circle on a pretty, antique, predominately reds Persian hand tied rug. i am sure the antique, hand tied part totally escaped the majority of the pleasant but slightly less antique oriented than i was at the time being neighbors with the silly keno brother's family.

in the recurring dream, as they all with smiles on their faces, pass around an Indian water pipe and also a normal acrylic kind of bong of the day, around the big circle. as the pot is passed to me, i politely continually say "no thank you" and pass the bong or water pipe to the next person as was the custom of that group and that is the only group i ever even saw smoke pot as a group activity.

so then one pass of the smoking pot stuff, instead of passing the bong or water pipe, they are instead passing my smiling yet severed head. it is not upsetting to me, nor is it something that i dream as being anything other than pleasant. like, happy even.

and i am observing this whole thing, as if my head wasn't't severed. and there was no ickyness as normally associated with severed limbs unless done under sterotactic conditions in a hospital.

as i said, it has been a recurring dream, and i think i have posted about it before. yawn.
great pumpkin linus

ghoulish silly stuff

earlier tonight, before my bf returned home from his working to support my sick ass... i was im'ing my ex husband, and being kind of bitchy about it since we were im'ing about the tax issue which would net him over 3 grand. (for an amenended return).

last year, as far as halloween is concerned, here in houston, my bf and i painstakingly went out on reconnaissance and resupply and ended up obtaining a ton of halloween stuff to decorate, and lure children into our tawdry web of halloweeny sort stuff in order to get them to get candy into their bags or plastic pumpkins or mall shopping bags to be consumed to drive their parent's or guardians nutt with their sugar highs. to no avail.

of course, then, last year, we only had this many visitors...
Z E R O.
Z I P.
N O N E.
A B S O L U T E L E Y
P O S I T I V E L Y
NO
children, adults or anyone. not even the pesky neighborhood squirrel who always steals our bird food, even though we buy him (the pesky squirrel) deer corn and/or other squirrely sort of treats to prevent him from taking the more expensive hulled safflower or sunflower seeds we get for our feathered friends.

since i ate the pixy stix (as mentioned in a previous post) over a week ago, and to no avail trying to make my 6 ft tall sort of skinny lately kind of body looking anyting like a pixy....

tonight, my bf had purchased, on the way home, on my orders as a former officer, about 5 bags of premium halloween candy, the full sized hersey bars, a large bag of individual packages of 2 full sized reese's peanut butter cups, a bag of wonka nerds candy boxes and also, finally, one large bag of safety pops, the ones with paper string kind of things to hold onto that kids shouldn't (unless really trying and/or not being watched, choke on them. (my favorite behind pixy stix). he had to et them on the way home as we are too tempted by the sweet stuff here and he is diabetic.

as i was saying, i was on the net im'ing my ex about the lack of filing taxes, also asking about preference of munsters or the adam's family.

my bf, bless his soul, is watching the news or something and asking me about stuff i have no clue about, like where the local service station to work on a manifold hose conectors. (whatever the heck they are). i mean, i have no idea how to get anywhere besides the local dr office, the er, the local market or walmart (all just across the main road out of our development access road.)

then it happened...

well, as i was saying, i was on the net im'ing my ex, and messing with the bf telling him i thought there wa a place across from where he worked that would be able to fix witout replacing entire mainfold which would essentially mean replacing enteire vehicle...

and we hear what seems to be a commotion out on/in our ground floor apartment building hall. with our front door being fully and firmly shut. i went and opened the door, orange candy bowl in hands, and there they were... about 45 kids in a group showing up with their adult supervisor people after the communities' halloween party sort of activity we didn't get invited to since we do not have kids.

i was exicted. the year before last even with no trick or treaters, i was in an elderly person housing papartment building taking care of an elderly alzheimer's patient and we didn't get any trick or treaters there either - not even the older folks who thougth they were six or seven years old. sigh.

so with all the kids, i ran out of candy. :( i had to give out dollar bills instead at the end. thank goodness for the stash i keep in the tea bag canister he never looks in. (he being the bf). for the straglers at the end. it was sort of sad for the last little boy... he had a cute little super hero outfit that was a bit too big so he was tripping a bit on the legs, but i asked john (the bf) for a dollar bill from wallet as i ran ou tof hte 15 i had in the tea container and gave him that instead. you should have seen his smile. it was very cute and he said thank you very very much.

overall, i feel somewhat acccomplished as we set out to do exactly what we did. we got rid of al the candy, we made kids smile... and my bf and i didnt' have words for over an hour. hooray!
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cheese

more silly things i have done and ignazio my husband. :P

back when i carried a federal id and yeah, sometimes a concealed weapon, i met a nice guy who worked as a bartender.

in a not so nice place. a place a young lady shouldn't really go to. you know, biker bar or stuff like that.

anyhow, the bartender "friend", is and was, a swell guy... but i had gone out with him a few times. we got along fine and had fun. he made me laugh and i swear to any higher authority that we watched the following films at his house...

muholland drive (david lynch weirdness, especially the cowboy under the mercury vapor lights?)  mercury vapor lights give off a eery kind of illumination even on a good light night. 

edward sissorhands (he never saw it) and i love the oddness of the cupcake frosting colors of the 1960's colored housing development)

what's eating gilbert grape (johnny depp, ok, i like him)

stealing beauty (i made him only because of the italian guy ignazio olivia) but just look, i think he's like, sooo hot.   and these are not the best photos i have seen, just ones i could find online quickly.    and if i found him in my trick or treat bag he better just be treat or i'll hurt someone.  :D

i am so infatuated with him because he is handsome,but more than that, the image of an "intense" person stays with me.  i am a sucker for an intense, artistic, intelligent (he is multi lingqual and has obtained masters in performing arts and also classical literature in french, italian, greek and english). i don't care if he doesn't like math, because i am much better than i need to be for both of us.  :-D
          

so no funny business during or after other than a little kneecking (kissing with kneees only touching) maybe during breaks for getting the corkscrew and vacuum thing for the wine or something.

anyhow he knows i work/ed for the feds.

so i ask him (since he's a bartender) if he knows any bookies i could conduct some personal business with. (serious)  if you know odds and spread stuff, or if you knew as much as i did  a little bet here and there (besides the illegal crap unless you're in certain jurisdictions) it can net you a tidy sum for a new pair of high tops or something.

he would not tell me of anyne in his aquaintance.  even though i assured him i wold never arrest or otherwise bother the person.  i said i wasn't evem interested in prosectuting that bookie's boss.  (and i wasn't). 

well, the bf didn't/wouldn't even tell me when the local church had casino night.  :( not even for a superbowl kind of pool thing. damn him!  :-)

(they changed my prescriotions agin ad now not only do i take oxycontin (the extended release type stuff for the cancer pain), but they put me on two other meds for pain too - for "breakthrough" type pain.  the new pain meds dr. gave me also dilaudid and mepergan fortis for this type f pain.  trouble is it makes me drowsy in any combination other than just taking the oxycodone along with phenergan as i have for over a year and a half.

also, the problem i face now is that since i now have seizure activity which i am being treated for, the meds may increase my seizure activity.  yuck. 

but flying is nice.  at least being able to smile and do stuff without feeling terrible just waking up is a tremendous relief.

so,

well, i am off to dream of ignazio.  ciao bebe,  :-)
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scar

(no subject)

i generally do not ever and i mean EVER have hissy fits. even today....

i had a pain management dr. appointment. i was unsure of my payment needed, so bf gave me a signed but blank otherwise check.

NO OTHER DR. I HAVE EVER SEEN HAS ASKED FOR DRIVERS LICENSE or OTHER INFO ON PAYMENT CHECKS.

i had filled out all my personal and i mean PERSONAL information. they had the check. i was brought into an exam room. i stayed there about 10 min. someone came in and told me i had to go out to the waiting area.

i was told they couldn't run the check and they couldn't see me today (after waiting since LAST WEEK EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE (9 or 10) kind of pain.

i started to cry. stupid marine girl crying? sorry. i am unworthy. and i left the office and came home. the office is literally around the corner from this apartment.

but i hurt like hell. still do.

and i got home and i called almost hysterical to the office. they have big practice and it took 3 people to get to the right one.... but after bitching to her and crying and stuff, she said she would call me back. AND SHE DID! she apologized for the annoyance and made me an appointment for 7:45 am TOMORROW. YEAH! (i hope i can get up in time).

and bf is giving me cash and i will get the damned check back in the am.

sandy rule number 2. "ALL MEDICAL PERSONNEL, INCLUDING NURSES AIDS, PHYSICIANS, XRAY TECHS, MEDICAL SECRETARIES, AND EVERY ONE ELSE WITH PATIENT CONTACT, PRIOR TO ADMINISTERING ANY PROCEDURE OR HAVING ANY CONTACT WITH A PATIENT, SPEND ONE WEEK (SEVEN DAYS STRAIGHT) IN A HOSPITAL BED HAVING TO USE A BED PAN AND BE DEPENDENT ON OTHER MEDICAL PERSONNEL"

respectfully,
GlioME

(i made that name up since i am cranky)