This Brown Mantid was on my door for hours. I find him quite amazing. For those of you that might not appreciate looking him/her in the eye I made the image thumbnail size. LOL
If ever you wanted to see a praying mantid/mantis close up without it biting you or flying on you here’s your chance. This is certainly not a prize winning photo. It’s a quick capture of a bug on my door right after it sank his little claws in my right upper arm.
I found out today that these little carnivores are capable of eating small mammals like humming birds and little bitty mice. Despite popular belief the female doesn’t always eat her mate. And, did you know in some countries the praying mantid/mantis is an endangered species? My gracious.
Guess how you can tell the difference between the male and female? A male has more abdominal segments than a female. A female has 6. A male has 7. How cool is that. From my photo I wasn’t able to determine the sex. I’m not sure where to start counting either. Does the very last little sticking out stinger appearing thingie count as a segment? I have no clue. All I know is before I hit the sheets I’ll take one more look of my mantid/mantis bite, put some sort of gel on it and lay my head down.
OMG I love that show. Let me be truthful, I love the fact that most of the girls are running around in their underclothes because they were forced to leave their worldly possession behind. The black chick (Sherea) is wearing a Just My Size bra with purple panties. The professional wrestler, well she chose a Victoria Secret-like lacy panty. She’s kinda skinny, not my type but in those knock off undies, I wasn’t complaining. Okay, enough of that. Anyway, I don’t know if anyone noticed James. You know, the buff black guy with the bald head who should never, ever, and I do mean ever wear a shirt to cover those abs and perfectly sun baked skin. Yum James. Just one word, yum. He said he’s shy and not too social. I guess being a grave digger doesn’t give many opportunities for socialization unless you’re from Ghost Whisperer. He said he hopes people will fall in love with him. James, let me say this, “I love you.” I profess my undying love for you until the black chick comes around to Indy to spend forever with me.
Okay, onto challenges. The poker player Jean is on his last card. He’s got to remember he’s not at a poker table. He’s got to remember strategy works but only in conjunction with physical action at camp and during competition. At this point only he knows his strategy but everyone else knows his inaction. Step it up Jean or you’ll find that you’ll be forced to step out of Survivor China.
As for the radio host aka “Thumper”, girl stop trusting the tiny fairy Todd. He’s not trustworthy. He’s a schemer, stop trusting him. Jean called Fairy Todd devious and was correct. It’ll come back to bite him and when it does he can take his flight attendant self right back to where he came from and embarrass his church there. End of fairy tale. No happy ending for him. I have to give it to the radio host for not bowing down in the temple. I wish you hadn’t cried like that but I offer great respect for being willing to walk out of there because you thought it was the right thing to do. “They” said this isn’t worship but lets go inside the temple and bow down 37 times before an idle. You said no and I respect that however, please stop crying Thumper, let go of the whole emotional trip and play the game. I’ve only seen you do it twice but it’s already old. Don’t get on my nerves again okay? It won’t fair well for you on my blog and I know how important it is for you to fair well on The People Behind My Eyes. I have much in store for Fairy Todd. I plan to dog him and Jean left and right. Don’t put yourself on my personal chopping block because you’re a friggin cry baby. Suck it up and play the game.
I’m not sure why it was important for Survivor to name Todd the “gay Mormon” unless the purpose was to embarrass the Mormon Church. If that was the purpose- mission accomplished. Survivor seems to like their “gay Mormon’s”. They seem to bring in one as often as they can, but that’s neither here nor there. What is the purpose of noting the sexuality of the players? No one calls James the “heterosexual gravedigger should be a Chip-N-Dale” or Sherea the “super hot heterosexual school teacher and member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc. who should consider women.” I’m not the straightest girl in America but if I ever find myself on Survivor (yeah right) I won’t introduce myself as “Austin of Sundrip, the lesbian blogger.” My surname isn’t “Lesbian” so it doesn’t need to be attached to me and every organization I’ve ever been a part of. Enough said.
As for the leader of Zhan Hu, your overbearing ways are going to put you on the chopping block. You have good ideas. Making bricks out of the mud was a good idea but your attitude will put you in the same fire you so desperately try to build. Don’t be a jackass. The other tribe has physical strength against you. You need the food. You have it. Eat something ya moron. Feed your tribe and use the energy you gain from food to work and compete. Superman you aren’t so stop trying to prove something and play the game to win for your dissension riddled tribe. The other tribe has brawn; it makes sense that they’re winning physical competitions so figure out how to pit them against each other and make their strength become their weakness. Heck, let them get puffed up, go in with the attitude that they can’t be beaten then break them down one by one. Sabotage wins wars my little tired and ego driven leader.
You might also want to look from within and see why it is you’re allowed to be so annoying. Perhaps your ego overshadows your brain. Look at your people, look at who hangs with whom and question it. You might see you’re not just a leader but a pawn. I personally would like to see you out wit the light footed one who put you in this position of authority.
Black chick in the Just My Size bra and blue-light-special panties please call me. Until then, I’ll see you in my dreams. I should go to bed early.
That’s all for my Survivor China week 2 rant, rave and catcall.
Austin of Sundrip, Lesbian blogger
Austin of Sundrip, Lesbian ex-Catholic School Student… Lesbian ex-chef . Lesbian starving artist. ...see, it’s senseless.
I was in a waiting area outside Disneyland sitting on a bench talking to strangers. I’d seen my mother several times in the theme park but she never saw me. Just before she left I found it quite offensive that she never saw me so I went to chase after her and call myself to her attention. I called out once but she didn’t hear me. Then she left the park and crossed the street. I decided to approach her but before I could she got in the car and left. She managed to get off the grounds of Disneyland, get out of her front row parking spot and leave in two to three minutes. The person I was with decided we should follow her but she was already out of the parking lot by the time we reached the crossing light of a main street which was two feet from where we were when we saw her go into the parking lot before getting into her car. It was somewhat amazing to see her disappear then drive down the street and out of sight again. The friend (whose face I never saw) told me he knew a short cut to her home and we could meet her there to question her activities. I just wanted to let her know I was at Disneyland the whole time she was and that yes despite not living with her I could afford a Disneyland vacation.1 When we got to her house 4 cars were parked out side and only two porch lights were on out of a possible four. I told my friend something wasn’t right about it. Just as we did a man came outside in his underwear and asked what the hell I was doing. He recognized me right off. He asked if I was trying to get shot. He said my mother shoots first and asks questions later. The older man said that she would have shot me before she could turn the lights on to see me. My friend and I told him why we were there but the older man didn’t care. He was too upset that we stepped on his property giving her a reason to kill us. He went back in and shut the door. My friend pointed to the tree in his yard and said he recognized it as being the same type the mother parked under, it was a Cyprus tree he said. 2
Footnote 1- In the real life nightmare with my mother she raised me to be totally dependent upon her. She raised me to believe I could not live without her. She had me so convinced that when I left the state alone I actually wondered if I’d cease to exist. She told me I’d starve, the world would come after me and ravage me and she was the only person I could trust. My exaggerated sense of self reliance I’m sure is based on the need to prove I can make it without her.
Footnote 2 – The house this faceless friend and I went to in the dream turned out to be the home I live in right now. It was my roommate Barney that answered the door in his underwear and who was annoyed that I put myself in danger on his property.
Disneyland and Bridges Dream- Dream Therapy Part 1 of 2
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Disneyland and Bridges Dream- Dream Therapy Part 1 of 2
Disneyland and Bridges Dream- Dream Therapy Part 2 of 2.
Blossom drives me over the highway looking at traffic that’s slowed other parts of traffic way to a crawl. We pass over several slow moving sights via alternative routes. As we do we see apartment buildings advertising rentals. The buildings look good on the outside but inside they’re run down, infested with bugs, mold and in need of serious repair. The apartment buildings are various shades of blue. We passed about 5 to 6 different apartment rentals before reaching Blossom’s house. To get to her house you have to drive over a cliff area. I stiffened. I couldn’t breathe but I wouldn’t dare let on for fear she’d loose concentration and drive right over the side. This time my fear wasn’t warranted because the cliff wasn’t deep nor was there a valley below filled with trees that had been cut down half way and left jagged beside smooth cut rocks.Had she lost control the result would not be death unless there was some freak way the car landed three feet down. But still I responded as if I were a young teenager crossing the bridge into Kentucky 3. I was quite as if it meant my life to do so. I was stiff, hardly breathing at all until she reached her home. She made one turn just a little short but managed to keep the car from dropping three feet. Every time she left her home or returned home with me in the car the same high stress reaction took place.
Footnote 3 – A yearly visit to Louisville, Kentucky meant driving over the bridge to enter that state. It also meant a yearly nightmare which included threats of driving over the side if my sister or I moved an inch. Plummeting to my death wasn’t something I found exiting nor were her threats of small infractions that would lead to it. You simply sat there, still as a stiff until we got to the other side. Let the vacation begin.
Only one time before did the mother drive off the road in a rage. We were on the West side of town when she screamed “I’m going to kill us all.” She drove off the road onto a field and slammed the gas peddle. I reached from the back seat and removed the keys from the ignition. I gave her a pep talk about how everything would be okay. To this day the only place I’m claustrophobic is in a car. I have to know I can get out.
Commentary:
I found it interesting that I was offended that she didn’t see me. I found it interesting that she had such a nice parking spot. When pretty much everyone else had to take a shuttle to find their car she was in the front row under a huge tree. She was able to move about a themed park with ease when everyone else had to wait in long lines of traffic. Comfort and privilege come to mind when I think of that part of the dream.
If I were to re-write this dream I would let it go that she was in the same area I was in. I wouldn’t think twice about approaching her. I’d be resolved to finish my vacation.
If I were to re-write the second dream I’d change my reaction to driving to Blossom’s house. I’d prove to myself that I could get out of the car if I needed to. I’d open the car door and look down to prove that I was in a different place and time and that I didn’t have to be afraid. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to open the car door without warning or without my seat belt fastened.
Disneyland and Bridges Dream- Dream Therapy Part 2 of 2
Thursday, September 27, 2007-4:03PM EST
Disneyland and Bridges Dream- Dream Therapy Part 1 of 2
Disneyland and Bridges Dream- Dream Therapy Part 2 of 2.
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If ever you wanted to see a praying mantid/mantis close up without it biting you or flying on you here’s your chance. This is certainly not a prize winning photo. It’s a quick capture of a bug on my door right after it sank his little claws in my right upper arm.
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