The Muslim woman that just got into Congress has been happily tweeting her hate for Jews which is exactly why I was worried when she got elected. They need to be kept out until their attitude changes! All they’ll do until then is use their position to spew their hatred for Jews and anyone else who isn’t a carbon copy of themselves.

I know it’s politically correct to “be on their side,” so to speak, defend and excuse them and all that, but I’m sorry. I just can’t ignore the patterns I’ve seen year after year. Others can think, feel, do and believe as they wish, but in my own journal, I shall express myself from the heart for me and for me only. I don’t see much love, acceptance and tolerance within that group as some people seem to, and therefore it’s hard for me to respect those that don’t respect others.

Put a thousand Muslims in one room and a thousand non-Muslims in another. Promise them anonymity and ask if they have ill feelings towards gays or Jews. I would be willing to bet that where 50 or 60% of the non-muslims would admit they did, 80 to 90% of the Muslims would say they did.

Tweeted to Outlook about my concerns about scammers sending emails that look to have come from me. They’re using my address as the sender and they’re using my profile picture, too. I don’t know how the hell they manage to pull this off but it worries me because this shows that they could make it look like anybody’s getting anything from me, including things that could really get me in deep shit in a very word-sensitive country. I know they do it to grab my attention and so they can’t be blocked, but I wouldn’t answer to any subpoenas. So unless the cops literally kick their way in here and drag me out in handcuffs, I’m not going to pay for what someone else may do in my name.

Maliheh was in my dreams last night but I don’t remember much about it. Just that I was in her place and it was a total pigsty.

The planes were horrible earlier despite the heavy rain. Guess the reason I don’t hear them at times has to do with the direction of the wind and not cloud coverage. Good, I guess, cuz maybe this means no one will be working on Lawrence’s place today. Too bad it has to be one or the other, as what usually seems to be the case, and while they weren’t nearly as annoying as when people are using saws and woodchippers to cut down trees, it was still a bit annoying. Now that the planes have backed off, I’m hoping I only hear the sound of rain with the exception of the usual loud vehicles. Just no motorcycles, thankfully. Yesterday we had a slew of loud and annoying military helicopters.

I’m finding that painting the figurines is proving to be a lot harder than anticipated because it’s so hard to control the bristles on the brushes as opposed to the point of a pen. Then I remembered my markers and decided that since colored pencils were out of the question, I would color the rest of the figurines with those, and it’s looking really cool so far. The only problem is that the markers aren’t permanent so I have to make sure they don’t get wet or else the colors will run. I’m glad I got to experiment on the figurines first so I didn’t get a chance to ruin my beautiful fairy. It’s like 3D coloring though definitely not something I would want to do regularly. I was thinking I would use the markers on the fairy’s hair, the leafy “thong,” lips and eyes. I’ll polish her nails and then use the paints on her wings since I couldn’t wedge the markers on the inside of the wings where they meet her back.

Last week the apple and cherry blossoms popped out of nowhere and I was surprised because this usually doesn’t happen until early March. They don’t last long but are lovely to see while they do.

Love how Bing is offering double points for a few days which Tom says they do a few times a year.

One of the toys I had in the 70s was this animated Cinderella movie where I peered through a lens while winding a crank in order to see the movie play at whatever speed I wanted to see it. This would depend on how fast I turned the crank, of course. It had no sound or anything like that. I was just watching a clip of this movie on YouTube and was amazed at the detail I was able to recall even though I haven’t seen the thing in close to 45 years.

No more ordering from Walmart! They were out of so many things and I’ve had it with the tip begging too, every time we log in. That should be the responsibility of whoever employs the drivers, not ours.

Last night I was laying around waiting for sleep and wondering why I’m just as cursed with pets as I am with sleep and noise and just wanting to go out there and club them over the heads with the rainbow wand. I’ve done nothing but be patient and loving yet nothing has changed. I’m tired of trying to make these animals into what I know they can never be and aren’t meant to be. I could kick myself for getting them. A part of me wants to give them a reason to fear me, that’s how fucking fed up I am. You just can’t change rodents. They’re stubborn and set in their ways from the get-go and we’ve had enough of them to see that they’re either good from the start or bad from the start and they don’t change. The only change a person could make is to make a good rat bad by terrorizing it, and who would want to do that? Piggles often ran too, when I’d go to pick him up, but come on. He wasn’t nearly this bad.

I’m frustrated knowing I have to deal with these fucktards for the 2-8 years they could live. We’re not even getting a dog. It’s bettas and that’s it! I know how curses work. They cannot be stopped, changed, altered or manipulated. I’m never going to hold a schedule. I’m never going to be a heavy sleeper. I’m never going to have a peaceful place to live. And I’m never going to have a pet that likes me unless it’s under water. These guys only like me for what food they can get from me. Otherwise, I absolutely must be run from and avoided at all costs. I know they can’t help but do what their instincts tell them to do but it can still be hard not to take it a bit personally at times.

My prediction about never having good pets since the loss of Tinkerbell has proven to be correct a dozen years later. I see a clear pattern. With the exception of Tinkerboy, who wasn’t our best of rats but still a decent one, one good rat died within hours of getting him. Another had a stroke. And Simone, who actually liked being around me and didn’t run when I approached her, stirred up my asthma to the point that we had to have her rehomed.

Later…

For some reason, Aly checked out a couple of entries on Prosebox (to compare what I sent her vs. share with others?) and for some reason, this made me uncomfortable.

I’m in a blah mood right now and having pets that reject me isn’t helping. I don’t understand what’s gotten into Rockefeller lately. Tom had this experience once too where he was absolutely scared shitless of him for no reason at all. I’m able to handle Blitz without much of a fight but Rockefeller really fought me today. I placed them both in the playpen and Rockefeller tried to get out but now he can only get through the bars up to his shoulders. I still wouldn’t trust either one of them alone for very long. Definitely got to keep an eye on them because if they really wanted to and if they were really desperate enough, they could probably jump out.

I think in the end Fuzzy is going to be the friendliest but that doesn’t mean he’ll be anything like our best of rats. I don’t think he’ll even compare to Tinkerboy. He’s still going to put up some resistance when I go to handle him. He just doesn’t fight as much as the pigs and Woody. He was out and about for a few minutes and went home on his own.

I miss having pets that love to be cuddled rather than that just tolerate it or squirm to get away. I also miss having rats follow me around the house and jump all over me when I’m on the floor playing with them.