An Sionnach

It’s funny on how much most of us think we NEED to have a mobile phone, to the point that we continue to spend exorbitant amounts, but for what?

I did a little analysis of my phone bill after receiving a nice little add-on cost from Sprint.  Most companies will typically award you a discount if you sign up for the auto payment.  Sprint decided to go the other route, they instead are going to penalize you by charging an extra $4 unless you sign up.  This would put me at roughly $55 a month after fees and what not.  Not to bad right?  It is when you consider that fact that when you look at your usage.

I am set up on the minimal plan, but with data (which I use far more).  Most of my minutes are not used, like 80-90% of them. Majority of that 20% has been solicitors, or bills, and a small amount of that is used for work or for talking with family or a friend.  I am finding this to be a complete waste of money, especially since my phone hardly if ever rings.

So just a heads up to everyone I will be switching to a home phone.  For the 1st month or so, most of the calls will go to my computer through SKYPE, as soon as I have the $169 I will be picking up a router based SKYPE phone.  Over the two years I would need to renew my contract this would save me $1115 over the two years. SKYPE has become highly reliable over the years, and is a cost effective choice for how much I ACTUALLY use the phone.  The cool thing is I can still check my messages with my iTouch with the Skype app and a wireless network.  Now if I can find a way to use my bluetooth with my iTouch and SKYPE app we would be all set.

I just finished viewing my annual all-nighter of watching Tom Hanks and Stephen Ambrose’ “Band of Brothers”.  I can’t help but think that as much as I have done, it does not compare to all these men have given of themselves: Physically, Mentally, and Emotionally.  I can’t possibly think of a thing that could ever show my appreciation for every thing that you have given and to show my thanks.  I could only dream of a moment where I could meet each of you to shake your hand, or anyone else that gave everything.

I look back at my own life, and think about the numerous things that I, and so many others have given up for others.  I can think of Mary L, who had the shit kicked out of her to protect a youth from 9 others who were trying to attack him; or maybe it’s Mike who dislocated his arm attempting to protect his group from someone who was violent.  But none of it seems like enough.

I spend much of my time now working with mentally ill teens, many of which are not successful, either due to them being so mentally ill, or have been so far damaged by their parents.  In some ways I relate to the guys at Bastogne.  Limited tools, limited resources, and basically stuck, knowing I just need to do what I need to do knowing that perseverance just may pay off, but at the same time watching my team being worn down.  I can’t help but think of the guys that spent that time in the woods with limited food, freezing cold, and watching their brothers die around them, thinking that this is nothing compared to what they went through.

At the same time I can identify with them, that empty feeling, wondering, what is it all for, just hoping that I have the strength to persevere.

I was heading out to the store last night to grab some food.  Along my way, I came across a bread truck sitting by the side of the road, and I couldn’t help but think of one of my fondest memories of my Dad and I.  He had worked the overnight shift for a bread company dropping off loaves of bread to the local supermarkets, and deli’s.  My father was always one to do whatever it took to make sure ends were to meet at home.  This would of course sometimes interfere with some of our personal time.  But Dad was always one to make sure one way or another family didn’t take a back seat.  My father one day asked me if I would like to join him during the overnights on the weekends to help deliver bread.  I can’t even remember how old I was, but I had jumped at the chance.  I can remember many a night riding in that big truck, getting orders ready, dropping them off in their bins or bringing them into the supermarket, and then falling asleep on the way home on the shelves of the truck.  To this day I can still remember the smell of the bread, standing by the open door of the truck, and just chilling with Dad.

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Although surrounded, I… alone…
…look at this blank space before me…
wondering…
wear did I divert from my happiness?

The question…?

…will that path…
entwine with mine once again.

I can only hope, for I am the only one with the power to change such things!
-Kitsu

LOL, not really.  Since I have moved into the Lakeview Apts, 3811 W. 68th Ave, Westminster, CO I have been compelled to write this review a few months ago.

Pros: Not many really, has a pool, eh, yay!! Low cost. ummm, yeah. Oh and the owner of the nearby 7-11 is uber cool. Right near a lake (nice homes on the Denver side)

Cons: Lets see, what to begin with. Sewerage smell comes and goes regularly. Car windows busted out one time (car stereo stolen, along with a few other items). They get the carports mixed up, this led to the previous carport owner to decide to handle things on his own by attempting to pull my truck out with his jeep, when he couldn’t, pushed the truck back in the carport and into the car in front of me. By the way tenant still here (parked in the back left). Multiple items (stereo, and Art Degree) of mine have been destroyed by water coming through the ceiling (on the 3rd floor?). Drippy faucets, noisy facility. They just paint over the dirt when a new tenant comes in. Police are here regularly (that could be a good thing, that they show up). School directly next door, kids like to come over and smoke in front of the apartment complexes. 3 taverns/ bars basically right next door. And one resident who was a registered sex offender (moved out a month or so ago).

Since then there have been reports of bedbugs, roaches and mice (thankfully none of which I have had to experience (Then again always had lots of mice in the Appalachian Trail)), on top of which multiple incidents of people parking in my paid carport.  Also multiple reported incidents of gunfire (during the day and night), one of which led to a barricaded suspect and a SWAT team had to come in, LOL.

Personally since then have had multiple leaks (4 in total) in the ceiling that lasted 4 days, each day filling a large kitchen trash can full of water.  The apartment is old so has a under layer of paint that is lead based, as well as asbestos being used.  This month they are planning 3 inspections (1 by them, 1 by someone who needs to spray for bedbugs and roaches, and a 3rd by the city).  What a huge inconvenience, I need to move and cover everything, the place is a mess now due to shifting everything around.

Now I know why I stay single,  I would never bring anyone here,but  just can’t afford better right now.  Pretty much been living on the shit side of things since I left Asheville. (Looney landlord when I rented a room in Tarzana, CA; motel room in Culver City, CA, and here. ) Oh wait did have some time using my nephews rooms, not ideal, but did see my sister, brother in-law, and nephews more often, so that was a plus.

Nice duplex, view of the woods, in the mountains, great housemate, a motorcycle, truck (plus able to take my work truck home), Internet/Full line up of cable with HD on a widescreen, bears that would walk through the yard, and I worked IN the mountains.  What the hell happened?  Oh yeah, got lovestruck, engaged and moved to Los Angeles.  Baaaahh.  Stupidity.

I keep getting direct hits from Washington. Possibly Seattle? Anyone I know?

Just took this very quick and easy test to see what side of the political gamut I fell on. I have to say it’s pretty close to what longer tests have brought me to, and may be a ‘small’ groundwork to gaining a bit of an understanding to your own political compass.

I can’t think of how many messages I have received through email, twitter, facebook, tv, etc for helping out in Haiti by sending money. STOP!!! I will not send money!!

Many of you that know me are probably looking at me in shock, wondering… WHAT? Then again those who actually REALLY know me fully understand.

You read correct, I will NOT send money, but what I will offer once again is myself. Those that know me, know me well enough that I am the type of person that does not give money, but is a doer when the shit hits the fan. Be it run into a burning building, drive an injured teen down a mountain during a snowstorm, help out at a plane crash, or the current things I do now… the list goes on, and on. I am far more the type a person who would have gone into “The Cove”, than donate money to have it filmed. But I can’t think of how many times people come to me asking for money to help, yet refuse my offers to give myself to many things fly to Lebanon to help with food, work at Ground Zero the day after the towers went down, help rescue people directly after Katrina to be turned away to listen to this “desperate” need for people to help, yet they refuse to accept it when it’s offered them, yet people of political clout, the rich seem to manage their way in, and in the end use it to later to their own means (or so it seems).

So here I am again, offering myself to come down to Haiti and help. If you think about it, it would take less than 24 hours to get someone down there and into the mix and possibly help save 1 persons, if not many peoples lives. It’s up to you folks, but don’t ask me for help if you won’t take it.

I don’t think they celebrated this in Denver =/

It’s hard to believe I have been on this earth for 41 years. Even more interesting is the memories and highlights I have (In no specific order):

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