Sorry for the blurry photos. I’m trying to make your eyes go batty. Nice trip down memory lane. I decided to put these up since they weren’t originally on my colorings page. I I must have thought they were less than. I have way too colorings in frames and stored in my closet. Something has to give. I’m running out of space.
It took me a damn month to find toilet paper. Too bad I could only buy one package, but I understand. I was going to go for the cheaper pack but it had less rolls. Since I live with another person, it goes quicker than normal. Luckily, both our parents took pity on us and sent us some toilet paper. I’m not a fan of getting up earlier than I need to, but today I did. I even woke up before my alarm.
I’m busy working on my rewrites, poems and novel story, while realizing coloring a design three times takes way longer than only once. I’m starting my Rorschach designs and ordered more Arches paper and other white paper for bigger designs. I think I need another art show to get rid of my colorings as they are sitting in my closet. I’ve been asked what do you plan on doing with them. Honestly, I don’t know. Many of them have taken weeks and months to finish. I want to turn some of them into bookmarks. Before the Coronavirus hit, I wanted to do more research into starting an online store. I guess that will be for next year or later. Let’s just say my life will always be busy with coloring, writing, and reading when I have time. I’ve promised myself not to buy anymore books or movies until I watch and read the ones I already have UNLESS it is something I’m dying to buy.
The Coronavirus is tragic for obvious reasons. It has killed far greater numbers than anybody would’ve thought (except maybe for a few who knew the virus was this deadly). This new virus strain definitely has shown its resilience and power. I’m hoping the scientists can find the proper antidote to help curtail the spread of it or at least the strength of it. Unfortunately, it’s here to stay and still one of the most important ways to decrease the probability of not getting it is to wash your hands after touching things and being around people. Not enough people aren’t practicing the six foot distance rule or staying inside unless necessary.
If I didn’t find any toilet paper, I was thinking of other things to use. I still have kleenix on hand, but really didn’t want to use it. Someone mentioned plastic bags. Didn’t want to use that either. The hundreds of paper ads I get a year. Don’t want to use this either. Never tried a bidet but I don’t think I’d like it. That better be some high blasting water but luckily, I don’t need to invest in one yet. It’s only Tuesday, but at least, I found some toilet paper and paper towels. Now, I’m ready for a nap.
I’ve known my blood type since high school. It’s a good thing to know, in case you need a a blood transfusion. Some people like to donate their own blood before they have surgery. Not me. I’d rather take blood from someone else with my blood type while I’m on the table. I have the most common blood type around, O+, which is why Red Cross is always after my blood. I’ve given blood before and often at a cost to me. I’ve reacted quite ugly and the last person who took my blood told me I should find other ways to volunteer. My blood ultimately ended up going to a young male in San Diego. The first time I got a notice saying where my blood was used.
Whole blood contains red cells, plasma, and platelets. The reality is some donations take longer than others. Platelet donations take the longest time and red blood cell donations take the shortest. The other reality is not all blood donated to Red Cross is used. Why? Because blood only lasts up to 42 days when stored properly, platelets for five days, and plasma for a year if frozen. Blood can also be frozen and stored up to ten years but it’s not the best way to go for obvious reasons. Sometimes the demand is low and the supply high, therefore some of it has to be thrown away.
There are four major blood types based on the absence or presence of antigens. The two antigens are A and B. The eight most common blood types are A+, A-, B+, B-, O+, O-, AB+, and AB-. The universal red cell donor is type O- blood and the universal plasma donor is type AB blood. While worldwide there is no standard rarest blood type, in the U.S. it is the AB- blood group and O+ being the most common.
Blood type O has neither A or B antigens on red cells. There are A and B antibodies in the plasma.
Blood type A has A antigen on red cells. There is B antibody in the plasma.
Blood type B has B antigen on red cells. There is A antibody in the plasma.
Blood type AB has both A and B antigens on red cells. There aren’t A and B antibodies in the plasma.
So what recipient gets what blood type and what about the donor? The only blood type that can donate to all eight blood types is O- while the only blood type to be the recipient of all eight blood types is AB+. The eight blood types and combinations are listed below.
O- blood can be donated to A+, A-, B+, B-, O+, O-, AB+, and AB- but can only receive blood from O- blood.
O+ blood can be donated to O+, A+, B+, and AB+ but can receive blood from O- and O+ blood.
A- blood can be donated to A+, A-, AB+, and AB- but can receive blood from A- and O-.
A+ blood can be donated to A+ and AB+ but can receive blood from A+, A-, O+, and O- blood.
B- blood can be donated to B+, B-, AB+, and AB- but can receive blood from B- and O- blood.
B+ blood can be donated to B+ and AB+- but can receive blood from B+, B-, O+, and O- blood.
AB- blood can be donated to AB+ and AB- but can receive blood from AB-, A-, B-, and O- blood.
AB+ blood can only be donated to AB+ but can receive blood from A+, A-, B+, B-, O+, O-, AB+, and AB- blood.
The U.S. and Canadian border is the longest border in the world without military. It is around 5,525 miles or 8,891 kilometers long. The 13 states touching Canada is Alaska, Michigan, Maine, Minnesota, Montana, New York, Washington, North Dakota, Ohio, Vermont, New Hampshire, Idaho, and Pennsylvania. The eight provinces touching the U.S. is Ontario, British Columbia, Yukon, Quebec, Saskatchewan, New Brunswick, Manitoba, and Alberta.
Captain Kirk Never said, ‘Beam me up Scotty’ in any Star Trek episode or movie. The most interesting usage of the phrase is referring to getting high off of a mixture of cocaine and PCP. I’ve never seen an episode of Star Trek but never say never.
Europeans blamed the tomato for their reason for getting sick. They were thought to be poisonous and called the ‘poison apple.’ There are around 7,500 varieties of tomatoes, all in different colors, shapes, and sizes. i haven’t tried too many varieties but garden tomatoes and grape tomatoes are the best.
The consensus is greeting cards are touched a lot by people before being bought. It says on average 25 times that people touch the cards and envelopes. That is why I always grab the card from the back.
Australia doesn’t have active volcanoes because it doesn’t have plate boundaries. There is evidence that volcanoes did exist at some point on the continent in the past 60 million years. Likewise the Australian continent has a few animals that doesn’t exist on any of the other continents.
Milk from cows is 101 degrees Fahrenheit when inside and shortly after when milked. If you do drink milk, keep it in the refrigerator and don’t let it sit out on the counter for long because it’s more likely for pathogenic organisms to grow in it.
It ain’t right.
He can’t see clouds in the sky.
He walks with his head down.
Never looking up.
It ain’t right.
He comes into our home.
He knocks over precious things.
Never caring what he broke.
It ain’t right.
He ignores the red in the rainbow.
He says it doesn’t belong there.
Never seeing the other side.
It ain’t right.
He eats cereal for lunch.
He leaves a mess behind.
Never dirtying his manly hands.
It ain’t right.
He did me like this yesterday.
He does me like this today.
Never learning his lesson.
It sure ain’t alright.
No one knew what she had done
in her black clothes
with dark circles under her eyes
It wasn’t the song she remembered long ago
nor the one thing she couldn’t possibly know
Tossed out of the car
headfirst down the embankment
her seat belt cut in two,
safety was never part of her life
when danger was a thick witch’s brew
The stranger came across the scene
his shoe prints in the dirt
His fingers meant nothing at all
he wasn’t the killer in the clean shirt
No one knew her name or true age
no premature white hair among the red
Hidden for a while by the trees
no one knew what she had said
Quote by Daniel Jones
“No. If it’s gonna come out, it’s gonna come out the right way.”
Growing up in a small town with literally no noise when you pull your covers up to your face and roll on your side to get a good night’s sleep, I haven’t experienced this is in a long time. Having lived in many different parts of Los Angeles, the best place I lived was near Hollywood Blvd. It was nice to watch the people walk around during the day and night from my balcony. I heard a car crash into something around two in the morning and when I looked outside, the guy was clearly intoxicated who ran his nice black car into a street sign. He wanted to drive away, but the guy helping him told him to stay put to make sure he was alright. I’d like to think of myself as pretty tolerant of noises especially when living in an apartment and for all intents and purposes, I am for the most part.
We’ve all read of horror stories of apartment living or couples buying a house to find the house has hidden secrets. I recently read of one where the new owners were greeted with a major infestation of brown recluse spiders hatching and living behind the walls. Then there was the woman who rented and lived in the basement. She found out it was the same basement where this man who lived with his mother would kidnap, torture, and kill women. I don’t know which is worse: dealing with either of these or living in a haunted house. I would say, in the long run, the non-living would be worse.
I get it that thin walls between apartments allows you to hear everything. I hear the dishwasher, washing machine, cupboards closing, and more of my neighbors. I can deal with all these things. What I can’t deal with is someone playing his music at five in the morning. It’s not that the person blasts as they sometimes do during the day, but when it wakes me up over my humidifier, it’s too loud. Plain and simple. I have no choice but to turn on the TV to try to drown it out, but by this time I’m more awake. I managed to get a little more sleep this morning, but for someone who has a hard time staying asleep, it doesn’t make me too happy.
The bottom line is the couple who lived before me finally moved out and now I have to deal with a couple next to me. When they take their dog out for a walk, they slam the door so hard it shakes the walls. I finally called the main office because enough is enough. They changed their tune because they used to say not our problem and call the cops. I wonder why? Putting things in perspective, let’s see what I don’t have to deal with anymore from past places I lived.
I’m sure I could find more things I dealt with in LA that I don’t now, but no matter where I live, noise is sure to be there. It’s about keeping it to a minimum when there are others living around you. If you want to blast your music at midnight on a Sunday, put on your headphones. The same goes for the TV. It’s about having some courtesy. I get it. You want to watch a movie loud during the day/early night so you get the full movie theater effect. Fine, whatever. However, it’s another thing to be loud, slam doors, drop things on the floor just to spite them as I heard from my neighbors who live underneath the giants. I’ve dealt with loud neighbors before who sought to be even louder. It didn’t get them very far and that’s all I’m saying about that.