September 13, 2003
My poor dog...
One of the multudinous animals that I've got around here, is a big Shepard/Rott mix goofball named Ziggy. He is the first and only dog I have ever paid money for in my life. How I wound up doing that is a bit weird.
He did belong to a girl who was dating one of the guys who worked here. (He's since quit.) The guy brought him here on a day the vet was here to get him neutered. Since the guy would be working all day, he asked me to watch the dog while he came out of the anesthesia. I said okay. The girlfriends other three dogs were at the guys house, so he asked if Ziggy could stay a while. I said okay. I liked this dog. He was getting along great with all the cats and the other two dogs, so it was cool. He was also going everywhere with me in the car and sleeping in our waterbed with us.
He wound up being here for three weeks. During which time, the guy started hinting that we could maybe keep him, because the chick who owned him had enough to handle with the other three dogs. Suddenly, one day he shows up, mumbling some buncha shit I can't even remember and took the dog.
What?
I felt gut-shot.
I spent three days driving around, on the phone, on line, looking in papers....I was looking for a puppy because I knew it was the only thing, short of getting Zig back, that would make me feel even a little better. Crying about 85% of the time.
Eric asked the guy what the hell was going on for real. The guy lied like a bad toupee most of the time, so Eric kept at him about it. There never were any really clear reasons or stories...
Finally, on the third day, Eric told the guy what the absence of the dog was doing to me and he decided I could have him...if I paid the vet bill for the neutering. (That wasn't my idea-the neutering, but whatever.) Normally, I wouldn't have the money for something like that, but the guy knew I had just won money in a radio call in thing. So, we did it.
I've had this goon for about 5 months or so and he's....beyond any one word descriptions. He's somewhat trained. He sits, shakes, gives kisses, comes when you say to, but, he really just a large puppy still (about a year or so old)so:
He also steals and eats anything you forget and leave out. Potato chips, cereal, Cheeto's, chocolate cookies, cat treats...whatever. He also removes cat food cans from the trash to lick out, shreds mini-blinds if you don't leave them up enough for His Highness to look out of, barks louder than a jet engine and farts worse than any man I've ever known, including Eric, my Dad and my Grandpop.
He also spends a good part of his time lying on his back, on the floor, with all four paws in the air-the front two crossed, no less-wiggling around and making noises exactly like Chewbacca in Star Wars.
I'd kill for him.
Yesterday, he hurt himself somehow. When I went to bed, he was fine. When I got up, he was limping. Front right paw. He wasn't whining or anything and when I let him out to pee, he sure forgot about it in a hurry to go running down the drivway, barking his butt off. I've been keeping an eye on it and him.
He's still limping. Actually, he just keeps it off the floor. And, when he licks it, sometimes he whines. So, with help, I got him on his back and with a flashlight, looked at his foot. Both feet feel the same as far as structure. There's no visible swelling or heat anywhere. So, I figure he hasn't broken or sprained anything. Then, I start looking at his pads. They're very clean from his licking, but I can't see anything. Except what might be a cut. No blood, nothing like a splinter or sparkle of glass, nothing. Just-maybe- a cut.
So, while I had help, I cleaned it with peroxide to kill any germs because deep in between his pads, it looks just a little pinkish. Then, I took some Neosporin and gushed that in there. Then I wrapped a big gauze pad around all his pads, wrapped it in a self-stick ace bandage and topped it off with a white sock, taped around his leg. To make sure he leaves it alone, I put the cone thing he got when he was neutered back around his neck. Poor dog.
I can't tell if he's embarassed or pissed. He just keeps looking at me like "Mo-om, c'mon, man. What are you putting me through?"
Maybe it's the giggling. I'm trying not to, but...
Poor ol' dog.
Posted by: Stevie at 01:54 AM | Comments (57) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Am I through, now?
Yes.
Ummm...some of my language in the last post is bothering me a little. Some of it is a bit raw, I know. But, that's exactly what I was inside right then. I'm just glad I kept it to myself in front of Ms. Perfect Speciman. (Erg.) I no longer wish to do her bodily harm. Much. And, I meant what I said about getting this weight off. Shouldn't have cussed so much, but I was angry. I still am, but I've got a handle on it now. I'll be using it for strength. I'm gonna keep it, but not let it feed on me. I'm going to feed on IT. Here's my deal: Before I turn 41 on April 30, 2004, I WILL be wearing my 29's. End of story.Posted by: Stevie at 01:01 AM | Comments (59) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 12, 2003
My blogroll is moved...
And, now I will be, too. All that's left is to try to get the archives over there. In the meantime: it's http://caughtintheXfire.mu.nu
(That's typed-not a link-sorry. (We all know by now I suck at linking, right?)
Posted by: Stevie at 03:50 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
They're baa-aaa-ack...
There's an airshow this weekend at Willow Grove Naval Air Station.
The guys are practicing already. I know this, because they fly right over the farm while they do it. Kinda like a free preview. You wanna talk about flying low? And, odd jet noises? Whew. These guys are all about that. Last year, my first year of discovering all this, they scared the HELL outta me, til I found out what was going on. Then, I came out from under my CAR and watched 'em. It was great.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:36 PM | Comments (61) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay...found both of them..
First of all, the Joey Coyle movie, starring John Cusack is called 'Easy Money' and it's a good movie. Kinda like another take on 'Rocky'...Philly boy hits it big kinda thing. Except, in real life, the real Joey Coyle wound up committing suicide because of it all.
And, the other half of that saying is: SENSELESS acts of beauty. I knew it was something like that. Well, however ya say it, I'm gonna go do it now!Posted by: Stevie at 03:28 PM | Comments (64) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Holy shi...Wouldja lookit this!
This is great!
Thank you Pixy Misa! You have inspired me....to (first) clean the house...(the kids coming this weekend and Eric doesn't know it yet), then to commit random acts of kindness and...and...darn it. The other half of that saying, too, about 'somethings of beauty'...you know what I mean. I can't remember it right this second. Poop. I'm gonna do it, anyway. Think I need some coffee first, tho. Thoughtless displays of beauty?Mindless displays of beauty? My brain is trying to come up with it for me. This is so cool....I just wanna go make sure I've got the archives from blogsnot favorited and favorite my first page, then dump all the Blogger crap outta my way. ('Thoughtless' displays of beauty keeps making me giggle. Sounds like I'm gonna hold something/someone down and make 'em look like Mimi, whether anybody likes it or not...Jeez.) Thank you, thank you thank you, Pixy! You is da BESTEST!
Posted by: Stevie at 03:18 PM | Comments (61) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Jesus Christmas.....
Johnny Cash is gone too.
Guess he couldn't stand being without June anymore.
Today is a good day to HIDE if your name is John, it seems.
Criminy.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:12 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Oh, fer Christ sake...
So is Johnny Cash.
He didn't last too much longer than his wife, did he?
If your name is John....HIDE!
Posted by: Stevie at 07:03 AM | Comments (58) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
WTF?!!?
John Ritter is dead.
I'll be damned.
(Hell, I probably already am.)
Posted by: Stevie at 05:53 AM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
CHEESE AND RICE KRISPIES!!!
John Ritter is dead.
Holy shit.Posted by: Stevie at 05:44 AM | Comments (57) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Hi everybody!
I don't have the blogroll or site meter at the new place yet, but I am posting over there.
If I could get this stupid linking to work, I'd gladly post a link, but...
Y'all can change your links anyway, if ya want to. Everything about the address is the same except the end. No more.blogspot.com. It's now .mu.nu
(I didn't include the 'period' there to keep it clear...okay?)
I read somewhere that Blogsnot has incorporated BloggerPro into the free version.
Wonderful. I'm still outta here.
It just occured to me...Do ya think I oughta keep 'em both? Use the new place for regular posting and keep this one for other (i.e.: dumb, angry or whatever) stuff?
I don't know.
Some people do have more than one blog. Why is that?
Posted by: Stevie at 05:28 AM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay, then....
I'm starting to feel better now. Got a nice, fresh cuppa coffee and Geoff made me laugh out loud.
It'll happen. Someday, someway...Thank God for Pixy Misa and things like 'later' and 'tomorrow'. Gives me hope... And, yes, I do realize how utterly ridiculous it is to worry about mundane stuff like this now, but, I don't think it's instead of 9/11. It's more like 'in addition to'. You know, usually time heals wounds. But, for some reason, with 9/11, it isn't. Maybe it's because I fell in love with Eric so soon after it happened, thereby being allowed to escape it for the most part. I don't know. But, last year, I watched that French guys video they showed on CBS and I really started to feel the horror and understand the implications of it more than I had at first. This year? Jesus. I can't get Todd Beamer out of my head and every time I think of his exquisite courage..."I've gotta go out on faith" and "Let's roll"...I start to cry. Of all the men in the world not to be able to be home with his wife and kids...damn. I feel it more this year than last. Instead of less.And, Sweet Jesus, all those cops and firemen. I used to do that stuff myself. I was in a volunteer fire company-an active member, putting out fires with the rest of the guys-not in the 'ladies auxilliary'. I worked for two police departments and the 911 center back in Jersey. It coulda been any or all of the guys I know. I went to Jett Superior's page (she's in the blogroll back on 'splat') and she had three links and a candle for her post. One of those links is to the New York Times audio feeds of the guys responding and the comm center. To hear them and realize that I was listening to people who were killed...(fuck. here I go again) it's almost too much. (No..it is too much..) Then I found a site by a guy named Jim Lynch over at Michele's "Voices" project. He has/had a slide show accompanied by music by Enya. Normally, I'd leave the room rather than listen to that 'music', but, again...Sweet Jesus. It dropped me to my knees. The whole thing breaks my heart, while at the same time filling it with the desire to go over there and personally murder those towel-headed pricks myself. I keep thinking "If only they knew who they were killing..." Like it would make them stop. They aren't killing people who are even remotely responsible for whatever is pissing them off. (That seems to change every 45 seconds, or so. First it's one thing, then it's something else..) And, when you know a person, it would make it harder to just indiscriminately kill them, wouldn't it?
Then, I remember all those lost, evil pieces of human shit who were cheering and celebrating what was done. And, I feel nothing but despair. It wouldn't make them stop. Not only would they not stop, they'd enjoy knowing how badly they hurt us. Maybe if they could see some of the beauty of some of the places in this country, like along the banks of a stream or the serenity of the woods, or baby animals-calves, puppies, kittens, foals-maybe if they just saw, really looked at what they're trying to destroy, they'd re-think this whole thing. Yeah, right. They wouldn't see any of it as anything except potential targets. "Oh, this is what you like? Okay, we'll bomb it, then."
They are just pure, unmitigated evil and there is no real reason for it. That has a lot to do with why I get so damn disgusted with Bush and everybody else who's 'in charge'. These assholes cannot be reasoned with. They refuse to listen, think or even try to understand. And, the fact that even one of them is still alive is shameful. On Bush. (Both of them, actually.) On those just-as-guilty people who knew it was going to happen and let it. After those less-than-humans bombed the WTC the first time, there shouldn't have been any of them left for GW to pussyfoot around with.
What's it going to take-one of those assholes to put a bullet or a bomb in Bush or one of his relatives before he does what should have been done in the first place? They should have been bombed, shot and tortured right out of existence in the first place. We literally should have started wiping them out from day one back in '91 and not let up until they were all dead or in prison. (Fuck prison-make that DEAD.)
And, fuck Bush, too. I don't have to hang it on him, personally. Anybody who let's it keep happening sucks. The only people who are actively trying to put an end to this are our military and their families who support them. And, us other people who support them and pay taxes, allegedly to take care of stuff like this.
Which, by process of elimination, pretty much just leaves our illustrious leaders.
'Process of elimination'...well, that fits. They are all a buncha shits for letting this shit go on...and on...and on. The only other thing I keep thinking of is people like John Edwards, James Von Praugh and people like them. They need to start saying that they're hearing from the suicide bombers and those 'pilots' and that they are saying that there is no Allah (or whomever), that it's a bunch of shit and that all they are, are dead. I already believe that, anyway. Let's start selling those assholes that theory. That, combined with severe retribution/retaliation/sanctions(like DEATH) might make some sort of impression. Mighten it? (Mighten...is that a word?) Wanna know something else? If Eric had been killed in the WTC and Bush, or any of the rest of 'em, came to me and said "Oh, I am sooo sorry" , I'd look him right in the eye and say "I know you are. Now apologize." I would be way beyond PISSED. There would be NOTHING the government could do to shut me up or make me go with their lack of a program. I would not be one of the nice, quiet little people who believe anything they said and let them handle it for me. They're 'handling' of it is exactly why it was able to happen. If Eric had been killed (or ever is in any capacity) I'll have nothing left to live for, nothing left to lose. And, you can damn well bet I'd follow Todd's example and take as many of those cretins out with me as I could. (I mean the towel-heads...but, our government people are closer...hmmm). And, just by the way, I have just decided that since they're all a bunch of shitheads, anyway, I will now and forevermore refer to them as 'diaper-heads'. Huge sigh....When I was about 14, I made the mistake of watching a tv show about Nostradamus. It said that he predicted the world was going to end during my lifetime. That fucked me up severely. Something that dumb. I can't even begin to imagine what kids today are feeling. We adults keep trying to get them to act right, behave, become something. It's no wonder they don't listen or care about that stuff. It does seem a bit pointless when you can get blown up at any second just because somebody doesn't like the way your country is.
God help them. And us.
Posted by: Stevie at 04:50 AM | Comments (58) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 11, 2003
I'm trying...
To move the stupid site mete and the even stupider blogroll over here. "All you have to do is" bite me because your directions suck and they don't work, Site Meter and Blogroll people.
I've tries each a coupla times and before I do any permanant damage, to the template or this retarded computer, I quit.
I'll just keep trekking back to icky-assed blogsplat for the blogroll.
Posted by: Stevie at 06:17 PM | Comments (66) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
One more thing...
I've been sitting here reading 9/11 stuff since my last post. I've GOT to go lay down soon. My eyeballs are melting.
But, before I do, I have to say one more little thing about 9/11.
Don't let those murdering bastards have even that much. Please?
Posted by: Stevie at 12:41 PM | Comments (63) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Well, it's here...
September 11. Again.
I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around what happened. For some reason, my heart seems to have fixated on Todd Beamer as the most painful, inspiring, maddening, courageous, mind-melting and beautiful person/icon/story of that horrible day.
When it happened, I was working the all night shift on a huge dairy farm in NJ. Being a night person, I wasn't aware of any of it until a while after it happened. Even then, all I was told was that a plane hit the WTC. I thought it meant that a Cessna hit it and slid down it like a squashed spider or something. No biggie. Then, I stopped by a friends house and SAW. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The one thing I was dead certain of was that those towel-headed pricks had picked that date on purpose. "Here's your 911 emergency..." Those bastards.
And, you'll never convince me that they didn't choose those airlines on purpose either. United and American? Come on. If there had been an airlines called States, you can bet they'd have used one of their planes, too.
I followed along with the news. I paid as much attention as I was able to. But, it didn't really get a chance to sink in all the way, before God gave me Eric. Then, I got all happy and distracted and fell in love and such stuff. But, I can remember sitting in the front yard of the house I was living in then, detailing the hell outta my car while listening to the news and the deafening silence of not one plane in the air any where. I lived then about the same distance I do now from the Philly Airport, but on the other side. My house seemed to be under one of their hold patterns. Planes everywhere. But, not that day. The absence of their noise was driving me bug-fuck. I kept thinking I was hearing one, small plane somewhere...but I wasn't.
Where I live now, not only is there the Airport, but Willow Grove Naval Air Station is less than 5 miles from here. Still, there isn't a lot of plane noise. About 9 or 10 hours ago, I was sitting here, playing with my new site, when I heard a jet, flying lower than usual and went to look. Then, it happened again. Same plane. I didn't used to get knots in my stomach from things like that, but I do now. And, my thoughts aren't about it hitting me or where I am. They're along the lines of "Lord, if that thing goes down, how can I help those people?" I want to save the life of the next Todd Beamer. I want to give him back to his wife and children. I can't even think of him saying "Let's roll" without feeling pain in my heart and winding up with tears in my eyes. God, what a man. We need leaders in this country with even half the courage, balls and brains he had. He, and his fellow passengers did a more tangible thing to stop those towel-headed pricks than our leaders have done TO THIS DAY. He literally gave his life to save others. Bush hasn't. Bush has done jack-shit compared to Todd Beamer.
My definition of a good boss has always been a guy who won't ask you to do something he wouldn't do himself. Someone who won't ask more of you than he's willing to give. That ain't Bush. Not by a long shot. I'll bet you he doesn't even remember Todd's name, let alone realize what Todd DID and by comparison, how little he, himself, has done.
Why weren't we blowing those fucks up starting on September 12, 2001? Some igit told me back then "Well, we wouldn't want to go killing the wrong people." WTF!!!! What, exactly, is the definition of the "wrong terrorists"? Hell, maybe if we HAD started killin' all those fuckwads, regardless of whether or not they were directly involved, they'd be more willing to knock it off and help us stop the rest of 'em. That philosophy is used and WORKS in our armed forces. One guy screws up and keeps doing it, sooner or later his whole barracks/squad pays the price and usually sooner than later THEY straighten his ass out. If that's good enough for our own guys, why isn't it good enough for our enemies? Why do we treat them better than our own military people? Why do we give them any consideration at all? Jesus, the Mafia handles things more expidiciously than our government. I love their attitude. "Fuck me? No, FUCK YOU!" Bang. End of problem.
Ya know?
Posted by: Stevie at 01:24 AM | Comments (60) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Naturally...
BLOGSPLAT LINKING SUCKS THE WEENIE!!!!
Posted by: Stevie at 12:29 AM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Yes, I've moved...but
I'll be coming back here for the blogroll until it gets moved. Sure as hell wouldn't waste a trip for the plethora of comments....
My hand to God, I've gotten more comments in ONE DAY at mu.nu than I have here total.
Know what? I'm going to try something here....
There is supposed to be a link to the new site. Bet it doesn't show up. (They never have before, but, now that I think about it, it just might show up, since I'm moving, now...just to mind-frick me.)
Here goes nuttin'...
Posted by: Stevie at 12:28 AM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Alright, come on now...
I've got two searches for John Heil, ex-Mayor of Alloway and not one comment?
Who are you? Do I know you? Do you live in Alloway? C'mon...don't make me start whining....I miss Alloway and most of the people in it....
Even if ya don't wanna say who you are, at least let me know what the fascination is with Mr. Heil. He was/is(?) such a nice man...
Talk to me...please...(damn it). lmao.....
Posted by: Stevie at 12:23 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 10, 2003
Who I is...
Okay...I got an email/comment about who I am, **** or Stevie. And, since y'all don't know me, yet I guess it would be a good idea to elaborate a bit. (Spare you the agony of reading the archives over at the old page-especially since I messed up my template and I don't think you can get to 'em right now...)
My real name is ****. That's pronounced just like *-*-*-*. I use Stevie on here. I love SRV and it matches my email address and blog name. I'm 40, chronologically.....about 14 or so in my head, where it counts. There is a picture of me in the Yahoo members directory under srv200163. I've recently ascertained that I am an existential, disenfranschised Libertarian. (I wanted a label, I got a label...) In other words, I'm a bent-headed little shit with the best of intentions that sometimes backfire on me. If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, I'm on the expressway. I've never been one of those foo-foo females. I don't wear makeup or dresses unless somebody dies, I usually have 'guy' jobs, I do guy things-like fishing, riding mechanical bulls, driving pickups, working on pickups and cars, you know...the FUN stuff-I like (love) animals more than I do most people, I watch good cartoons (the old ones like Looney Tunes and the Pink Panther and one newer one-Daria).....hmmm. I like playing around in the streams and ponds on this farm catching various critters. I have 18 animals, ranging from an Appaloosa, down thru dogs, cats, rabbits and a rat, including a parakeet. I've had an interesting, shall we say, life. For instance: My stupid mother moved to Florida with one of my boyfriends when I was around 19 (she died in 1990), my Dad is married to a chick who's only 4 years older than me, I've been divorced once (so far), will be divorced again someday and before I die, I will be married to Eric. I grew up in Joisey (ick) and I currently live on a working dairy farm in Pa. with Eric....and the soon-to-be-second-ex. (Do I qualify for Springer, yet?) I'm honest to a fault. Even if telling the truth makes me look like a 'tard, I do it. I hate liars. Besides, I suck at it. I've got a twisted sense of humor-the dumber the joke, the better. I drink entirely too much coffee and ask God everyday to bless Juan Valdez and whomever invented Coffeemate.I love the 70's and everything that has to do with them...the TV shows, the music, everything. I taped every single episode of "I love the 70's" offa VH1, I watch TVLand and Nick at Night more than I do any other channels. Stevie Ray Vaughan is my personal GuitarGod, but I like others, too. I sing a lot...people like: Larry Gatlin, Charlie Rich, Waylon Jennings, The Monkees (Micky is my favorite), The Bee Gees, Barry White, Dwight (the dipshit) Yoakam, Roger Miller, Steve Miller, Steve Earle...mostly men. I can do some Patsy Cline and Charlie McClain (sp?), but for the most part, I stick with men. Actually, I love men. Gay or straight, men are my favorite people. Even after having been shit on by at least half the male population of this planet, I still like them better. They're nicer to me, usually. (Yeah, I know I just said I've been shit on by about half of them, it's just that women, starting with my mother, through the be-yotches in high school, up to and including the chick Dad is married to have been meaner. They've done stuff on purpose, where men are just dipsticks, who don't mean to be rotten, mostly.)
I don't drink much anymore, but when I do, I usually drink Michelobe. I like the occasional shot of Uncle Jack and when I want to get blotto without having to drink beer, I turn to Tequlia Rose. That is some good stuff. It's like Strawberry Quik with a kick. I smoke...(and cigarettes). I read prodigiously. Stephen King is the man! I also like true murder stories and biographies of cool people. I love Sam Kinnison, George Carlin, Robin Williams, Steven Wright, Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engvall, Richard Pryor, Tim Allen, John Belushi...I used to listen to Howard Stern. I don't that much anymore. He's boring now that he's divorced. And, exactly how many times do you need to hear or see stupid, half-naked chicks playing "Stripper Jeopardy" and not knowing how many feet are in a yard? God. They're even dumber than the celebrities on 'Celebrity Jeopardy'. I love Jeopardy, too, but I refuse to watch it when they have celebs on. "I'll take 'Spell my name' for $1000.00, Alex" "Okay...spell it" "Duuuhhh, ihfiwehrwouefwufhiwefgwe" RRRRRTTT! Wrong! Dumbasses.
I don't have kids that aren't four-legged and furry. God knew what he was doing there, let me tell ya. When I was growing up, my mother was like Joan Crawford without the money. Kids pretty much scare the hell outta me. Besides, they talk waaaay too much and usually smell weird. Those little boogers see me and know that "Here's a clueless bim. Let's run her butt right into the ground." Charming. I'll pass on as much of that as I can, thanks. I don't escape it entirely, though. Eric has a 14 year old psycho...oops, I mean son. Teenagers are friggin' goofy! He's a good kid, with a horrible, psychotic mother (no shit, no lie-you'll see...). The fact that he's not dead or locked up proves he is a good kid. He just gets all bunged up because of her heartless mind-games. Ooohhh...Mind games just reminded me that I absolutely LOVE John Lennon, too. I can't watch anything about him without crying when they get to his end. Mark Chapman should be peeled and dunked into a vat of battery acid. Jerk. I cannot STAND Yoko oh-no, though. What a dillhole.
Let's see....what else? I believe in God, but I think organized religion is a crock. I hate and do not get involved in politics. Like I said before, I hate liars and that's all politicians are-liars. I don't trust ANY of 'em any farther than I could throw a handful of feathers. I'm pro-choice. What a person does with their body-up to and including suicide-is their own business. I don't think taking guns away from everybody will do much good, although you'll never convince me that hunters need armour-peircing bullets. When's the last time you saw a deer wearing a bullet-proof vest? I also think that if you murder somebody, you should die, too. The ultimate rehabilitation. And, the only rehabilitation certain to work, ya know? I think the government should stay out of parental concerns. There is a difference between discipline and abuse and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. To be brutally honest, I believe there are many more important things our government ought to be doing than meddling in people's personal affairs. They need to quit worrying about little Johnny gettin' his ass busted when he deserves it, quit worrying about who is sleeping with whom and start doing what they're supposed to be doing. Obliterating terrorists, making our economy better, minding their own business...stuff like that. Lord, have mercy. I just read all this and I have the cojones to say kids talk too much? Oookaaayyy. (Sigh) I guess this is a good start. Lotsa trivial information, anyway. I'm sure I'll cover more, in more depth in the future. BUT....
If ya have any questions, feel free to ask. It's kinda hard to really see how info like this will be taken by other people and I'd much rather answer 40 million questions than have someone think "What a dickweed" based on a mis-statement or unclarified point by me. If ya want to think I'm a bent-headed dickweed after ya get to know me, that's cool...'cause I am. If ya know me first, though, you'll probably still like me more than if ya don't know where it comes from. I don't have one single mean or evil bone in my body. But, I do have a lot of pissed off ones, so sometimes I come across harsher than I mean to. I also cuss... A LOT. So, don't let it bother you. Hell, don't let anything I say bother you. It's all just personal opinion, unmitigated horse-hooey and the perceptions of a folded, stapled and mutilated brain. I'm not adverse to learning, changing or growing up a bit. I refuse, however, to grow OLD. Take care, peace and I'll be back....
Posted by: Stevie at 08:41 PM | Comments (66) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Woah....
Ooooh, I like that 'rebuild site' button. lmao I can see me needing it.
Okay..I've signed in (duh) and I do believe I'd like to switch to the 'Stormy'
background/template.
C'mon Lord, let's give it a try....
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