May 24, 2006
Okay, then....
Jeez Louise...
Some people can be sooo... weird, sometimes. (Much like ME... *grin*)
Plus, he's never once lied to me or led me wrong.
So, I tend to trust what he says.
Besides, I learn a lot from him... When it got light out this morning, I started getting ready.
Round about 6:00 or so, I drove by the farm. No signs of life yet.
So, I go get gas in the car and go back by... still nuttin'.
So, then I went to Eric's bosses house where Bo was and saddled him up.
I'd decided not to take the mare over there til I found out what was gonna happen... I rode on over and hung out at the end of the driveway for a few, til I saw the barn door on the "small" barn slide open. I didn't wanna ride up there til I knew he was outside, because I figured there'd be lots of whinnying and whatnot. So, I ride on up and he comes down from the barn.
He asks how the horse is doing and I tell him "real good", grinning my head off. I jump down and told him there was a potential problem, though. Now, my usual way of handling "bad news" shit like this is to go over it in my head (and outloud to myself, sometimes) a few times, so I can get the gist of what I want to say, then, once I get to "that moment", I don't really plan where to start, I just picture myself putting my head down and plowing into it. (And, "right on through" most of the time...) I can't remember how I started, but I basically told him what was up, that Larry was being kinda weird about the check and what do I tell him? Mr Boss said (and I'm paraphrasing here, but not by much) to tell Larry to just deposit the damned check and STFU, it's a good check, just like a cashiers check and it being a Discover check, was guaranteed, more or less.
THEN, he reminded me of a few details that had slipped my mind.
Like, him telling me in front of Larry to get his name FOR THE CHECK.
Oh, yeeeaaahhhh...
I even got him to spell out his last name...
And, that Larry had said if he got $200, he'd wait a week for the rest.
Oh, fuck yeah...
So, what's the damned difference, then? Maybe that he'd have kept the horse til the check cleared?
Hmmm... We talked a while, me and Mr Boss and I apologized for having to bring up this guy's issue, especially after Mr Boss had done this for me, then I called Larry from right there in Mr Bosses droveway and told him I was there right then, talking to Mr Boss and what he'd said, but I was nicer about it, of course.
I also told him I had enough faith in Mr Boss that, if he wanted to come get Bo back and hold him til the check clears, he could.
Again... nicely... Oh and this was on his voicemail.
I called him at 7:20. Long about 8:30/8:40, he calls back.
I was still on Bo, so I let my voicemail pick up. Now, Larry sounds like Papa Hairbear on the phone... "mumble, mumble, hope the check clears, mumble, mumble, don't wanna pick up the horse, mumble mumble, just hope the check clears..." so I didn't quite get eveything he said, but... he's kinda irked, I guess.
He said something about only dropping the price like he did because he thought Mr Boss said "cash" and that he'd have been able to sell the horse today and have the cash in his hand, and other mumbly stuff like that. I didn't call him back. The check is good.
He'll see. Now, Mr Boss, on the other hand, thinks there wasn't anybody else scheduled to come look at Bo last night because of how quickly Larry dropped the price, brought the horse and left him, in spite of his bitter disappointment about the check. That kinda makes sense, now that I think about it, too... And, it got me to wondering just what the heck he's so afraid of me finding out about Bo that would cause us to cancel the check.
He mentioned that more times than he outright said he was worried about there not being money to cover it. He's got me thinking and that can't be good... *giggle* But, fuck man... he knows exactly where I live.
I pointed out Mr Bosses house to him.
He's got everybody's freakin' phone numbers, addresses and even my got-damned tag number, fer piss sake.
I don't know what else I can do, here. He'll get the money.
No question about that.
And, he wasn't worried about waiting for it with $200 down to begin with AND I offered to let him keep Bo til he does and he doesn't wanna do that, soooo... *siiiigh* So, I rode the boy for two hours or so and he did really well.
Very smart.
Sees a new thing, freaks a little, sees it again and is fine with it. His jog is ride-able, his canter do-able and he seem to not mind the bar bit at all, after being ridden mostly with a snaffle before. He did cough a coupla times, but, that could be anything from an allergy to dust, so I'm not too worried about it.
His breathing is fine and he goes back down to normal respirations just fine after jogging or cantering. I got back to the barn, unsaddled him, brushed him and put him in the pasture with the other two.
Coupla squeals and they're fine. Then, I miss a call from Maeve, being out there in the pasture with 'em.
Poop. Aaanyway, then I come home, look up "horse coughs" to see what it said and found a really cool site about vetting horses. Read several pages of that and found out a cough or two is no biggie. Now, my eyes are all dried out and I'm starting to get a headache from being up all night and worrying. So, I think what I'm gonna do is lay down for a bit. Then, when I get up, go to the store, maybe stop back by the farm and let Mr Boss know that Larry has grudgingly decided to cool his jets for now and do whatever else it is I need to do around here.
Too beat to think of it all now... So, yeah... I think it'll be fine.
I also think that once I get a coupla hundred "padding pounds" on Bo and some riding under his belt, I'll have an excellent Appaloosa.
And, maybe I'll call Larry later and tell him thanks for trusting me about the check and tell him AGAIN that it'll be fine...
Or, maybe I'll call the other guy.
Or maybe neither of them... I dunno.
Should I, do ya think?
Should I call one of them and say something? Meanwhile, I do have one horse-related issue I need help with.
Action, Eric's horse... his tail looks like he's a cross between a Hari-Krishna and a possum.
The top 4 inches or so are BALD.
Da fuck's uo with that?
Anybody have any idea? The mare's tail is fine and Action doesn't have any other places where there's hair missing....
Other than the "bald spot" he looks just great.
That's another reason I was reading that vet site.... Okay.
My eyeballs feel like they're about to spontaneously combust, so I'm gonna go close 'em for a while. Back in a bit. Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 10:41 AM | Comments (1) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
May 23, 2006
Does there always hafta be a problem?
I swear ta God...
My stomach is all knotted up now...
BUT... Larry was none to happy about the check. Now, I have little to no idea what goes on with this kinda shit, but, apparently, "Discover card checks" ain't so hot. Wha? Phil said something about you can't just cash these kinda checks.
You have to deposit them and wait about 10 days for 'em to clear. Y'okay....
Hmmm... Plus, Larry had it in his mind that Mr Boss said he'd have the CASH here waitin' for him when he brought the horse...
That's not what George heard and I was so numb I don't know WHAT was said, except the generic term "money". Now, they're willing to take a LOCAL check, if need be, or cash, but... I don't know what's gonna happen if the Discover check is all Mr Boss can do....
So, consequently, now I'm all freakin' out over this.
Not only do I feel really bad about the misunderstanding, on whomever's part it was, but... I feel nauseous about the whole thing.
About having to go tell Mr & Mrs Boss this in the morning, about what happens if they get annoyed and say "Screw it, that check is good, let 'im wait" and all that shit. All I know is that nothing can ever go smooooothly in my life.
That'd be too easy.
I don't feel like I'm gonna end up losing Bo, but I do feel like the deal's not done yet. I'm scared of this, y'all... Meanwhile, he's here, safe in the barn, fed, hayed, watered, brushed and gorgeous. First light, I'm gonna take a ride on over to Mr Boss's and probably pony the mare over, too and see what's what. This is gonna be the longest night of my LIFE. God, please let this work out alright...
Posted by: Stevie at 09:44 PM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Are ya's sittin' down? Are ready ya for this?
He'll be here soon.
I'm waiting for the "We're just about at your exit on Rt. 15" phone call right now.
I found him in this morning's early online edition of the Merchandiser.
Here's another hint....
(G'head, click the link. I made the pertinent parts bold.)
He's black.
'Booouut 15.1 hands.... YES!!!! I GOT AN APPALOOSA TODAY!!!!!!! Can ya friggin' BELIEVE it?!!? I barely can myself... I found the ad, like I said, in this mornings early online edition of the weekly paper.
I almost didn't call, because of all the "pony" bullshit lately.
BUT...
I did. I called and the first thing I asked was how big he is.
"Ooohh, about 15, 15.1..." Okay.
That's good.
Where ya at?
Last thing I asked was, "Just outta curiosity... what's his name?"
"Bo."
"Are you kiddin' me???"
Holy freakin' WOW. I get the directions, only made on mistake (went too far on 116) and went to see him myself.
Loved him from first sight.
Rode him a little and just as the guy was telling me he has no "reverse", I got him to go on and back up a few feet.
Freaked Phil, the guy who was showing him to me, right out...
Right then, I fell a little more in love with the (beautiful hunka) horse. I can't help but notice that Phil's wearing a baseball cap with my initials on it. So, I dismount and call the owner... LARRY. (Same name as Eric's boss...)
He says he'll take $200 to hold him if he can get the rest of the $1750 in about a week or so.
So, I told him I'd do my best and let him know the second I had a plan. Then, I radio-ed George and yep, he's got $200 I can use.
I fly to the Bosses house and tell him alla this. Now, he was kinda... reluctant to believe this was "the one" and was kinda trying to put things off til Saturday.
grrrr...
I managed to not burst into tears and was sorta shufflin' back to my car, KNOWING this horse wasn't gonna be there by Saturday, if even by tonight, as there was someone else coming to see him at 7:30pm, when Mrs Boss spoke up and said she'd finish feeding and why doesn't he go at least LOOK at the horse NOW. So, wonder of wonders... he did. Me, him and George trekked on over there and between Mr Boss and George, the horse was mine at about 7:25pm.
Mr Boss talked the guy down to $1500 and George said he'll help me get Mr Boss paid back PRONTO and that was that. Larry called the 7:30 people and they were on the next to the last road to get there... *whew* Right now, I have a check from Mr Boss for Larry for $1300, George put down the $200 and MY PHONE JUST RANG!!!! They're two miles from my exit!!!!!! I'll be back in a bit... MY APP IS HERE!!!!! THANK YOU, JESUS!!!!
(And Mr Boss and George....) HOLY SHITTTT!!!!!!
Posted by: Stevie at 08:23 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
May 22, 2006
Well, this is fun...
I get up at the butt crack o'dawn after staying up too late (as usual), get a shower, wash my hair, feel like hell, get dressed, go to work and....
find out that I'm "off" til Thursday...
*boooo, hissss*
Whatcha gonna do? The farmer who has been putting up the building that Mr Boss wasn't home because of helping him with has to cut his alfalfa before it gets too tall, old and stemmy.
Consequently, Mr Boss is off til Thursday, so... so am I. So, here I sit, 7:30 in the morning, showered, fluffy haired and Drakkar-ed lightly with nuttin' to do.
House is mostly clean.
Animals are all taken care of, except for the outside dawgs (and that'll take all of six seconds to do) and.... about the only thing on TV is Saved by the Bell, God help me.
It's either that, or the news and I prefer FARK for that. (I like my news with a twist of irony... *grin*) Did find out one cool thing from Mr Boss, though... he went and looked at another App for me on Friday.
But, because yet another owner doesn't seem to know the difference between a pony and a horse of 15 hands or better, it was a wash.
Worse than the owners who say their horse is "big" only to find a POA (Pony of the Americas), are the ones who say shit like, "Well, he's about 14.5 or so...", which isn't even a valid measurement. That's like saying someone is five foot twelve. A "hand" is FOUR inches. Therefore, if a "horse" is between 56 and 60 inches, it's either 14.1, 14.2, 14.3 or 15 hands. AND, if the animal is 14.2 hands or smaller, it's a PONY, not a horse. (This is going by "show standards", because, in reality, horses and ponies are different species altogether...) Anyway, this is about the fifth time that's happened.
So, Mr Boss has got a friend of his on the job now.
Mr Boss is officially tired of driving all over God's created Earth, looking at ponies. And, naturally this friend of his said, "Well, hell... I just sold an App like you're looking for..."
*goober face*
Ah, shaddap. S'okay, though.
He also said to give him a "coupla days" and he'll find another one.
Oh, how I do hope so. And yeah, I did tell Mr Boss about that retarded filly.
I told him I wanted him to know so he can watch his back around her and watch when that girl works her to see if he can figure out what her problem is.
We're wondering if the horse is sensing a lack of confidence in the girl and taking advantage of it.
They do do that, the boogers.
If a horse knows, or even thinks, you're scared, you're screwed.
That's why it's so vitally important to get back on if one dislodges you from his back somehow, whether it's bucking you off or scraping you off on a tree or whatever.
You can't let them "win" like that. Like Cat said, "You control the horse, don't let the horse control you."
He's absolutely right. The trick is gaining and maintaining that control without resorting to cruelty.
Not alotta people can do that.
That's the major difference between horsemen and "hotdogs". (By definition, most "hotdogs" call themselves "cowboys" when, in fact, they wouldn't know a cowboy if one branded their ass, nor do they have the slightest idea what they're doing with or to the horse... they're idiots who bought a cowboy hat and a pair of boots and think they're "all that", for the most part...)
(And they annoy the ever-lovin' SHIT outta me...) Aaaanyway... Guess I'll go feed the dawgs.
Then, I guess I oughta feed me.
Just don't know what I want...
(Actually, Stouffer's Swedish Meatballs would be GREAT, but I don't feel like running to the store... how's that for bein' a lazyass? *grin*)
I'll find something, I'm sure. Meantime... Peace y'all...
Posted by: Stevie at 07:20 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
May 21, 2006
Lying sack of monkeyshit....
Well, we can now add "liar" to the list of adjectives describing just exactly what jb is...
And, I quote...;-) Y'all be cool. Find another target upon whom to focus your lack of knowledge--I am taking another hiatus from this BS. c yaYeah.
Posted by: jb on May 21, 2006 05:01 PM
That lasted exactly two hours and two minutes.
Who the fuck IS this guy?
Chuck Woolery, with his "Be back in two and two" shit?
Christ. And, to make the whole thing even MORE precious, he breaks his word to prove further what an utter numbfuck he is by addressing me directly.... in spite of the fact that NO ONE WAS EVEN TALKING TO HIM.
Crave attention much, ya pusswad?
StevieFuckin' what, you dick?
Do you lack sufficient courage to take me on, one-on-one, ON THE ISSUES?No. I lack sufficient INTEREST, you twat. Besides, the only ISSUE is: "I hate you" and I do believe I've covered that, as well as why.
You are wonderful at shitbagging someone, but can you deal with the issues?Hey, jb? The pot and the kettle called. They BOTH want their black back.
Can I deal with the issues?
Can YOU?
Again, the only issue is that I hate you. As do most of the others at Gut Rumbles. You've even managed to piss off Libby and she started out defending you.
I CHALLENGE you to a debate--in open, in front of everyone. Instead of your dirt-mouthed comments, prove yourself.I challenge you to keep your word and go AWAY, like you said you were going to.
And... PROVE MYSELF?
How would you like to prove that I hate you?
Maybe by repeating it multiple times?
By knocking you puny dick in the dirt in Rob's comments?
By calling you out here several hours ago, which you'd only pussy out on by addressing me AGAIN in Rob's comments? Oh wait...
I've already done alla that. Well then, I'm at a loss, here.
You tell me just what it is you need for proof that I despise you (and your mother, incidentally, for not aborting your sorry ass...).
Or YOU STFU. Put your intelligence where your mouth is, or park it.Um, no.
I haven't STFU in 42 years and I ain't gonna start now, especially to appease a loser fuck like you.
And, thanks, but I fully intend to keep my intelligence where it is... IN MY HEAD, unlike yours, which is OBVIOUSLY stored in and born of YOUR ASS.
You have my e-mail--post me--we can set up a blog, and let the audience decide which of us knows what, or which is talking bullshit.Number one... I do NOT have, nor do I want your fuckin' email address and, further, I RESENT you implying that I do.
Number two... I already have a blog, you retard. If you "can set up a blog", why don'tcha and quit making everybody at Gut Rumbles sick?
Number three... See... THIS is how fuckin' clueless you are... The "audience" has already decided which of us is talking bullshit. That'd be you, Sparky. That's why you, not I, have been told repeatedly to fuck off.
Put up or shut up, plain and simple. ;-)How's about YOU "put up or shut up", as in: fucking OFF like you said you would?
Posted by jb at May 21, 2006 07:33 PM
And... what are you, 12?
Do you honestly think anyone, least of all me, finds that sophomoric "smiley face" of yours endearing?
Grow the fuck up. The floor is yours, dicksnot....
Posted by: Stevie at 07:17 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I know I shouldn't... but...
I have to...
jb, first of all... fuck you, you moron. I did not once say you have to agree with Rob.I said it'd be nice if you RESPECTED the man, which you so obviously do not. When you first showed up in his comments, you acted like a Class One Troll and you still do. You are so fuckin' stupid, you can't even comprehend what you read. What I said was this: "I", as in ME, the person typing this missive...
"don't", as do not, never have and never will..
"like", as in am glad to see, feel affection for or care about...
"you", as in dickheaded, inbred, boring, pedantic, redundant, long-winded fucknozzle... Further, since it seems to only inflame you to greater heights of idiocy, I will no longer respond to you or even acknowledge your existence in Rob's comments.
I reserve the right, however, to wish you'd do the decent thing and just die.
And... I do. Like the bumper sticker I saw once said...
"Make the world a better place. Kill yourself."
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May 20, 2006
Aww, fuck no....
God DAMN.Posted by: Stevie at 10:09 PM | Comments (1) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay, here's how friggin' ditzy I am...
I've got Forrest Gump playing in the kitchen while I'm washing the dishes.
I've only watched it about a thousand times.
Bubba asks him if he's ever been on a "shrimp boat".
Forrest says, "No, but I been on a real big boat..." I just got that.
Shrimp boat/real big boat.... Laughed my ass off, too. I am such a moron.....
Posted by: Stevie at 03:42 PM | Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
God, he'p me....
From Cat:
Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him.... (Oh, man, this is so bad, it's good. . .) A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis. This first thing in the morning...*rolls eyes and giggles* Okay, so here's the deal....
My house is a wreck again.
This is not hard to accomplish, with 7200 cats, two roosters, a duck, a rabbit, a dog and three people living in it. (And, yes, the birds and the rabbit are in cages, but they still add to the funkitude...) (Especially when all ya have to bed them with is "slightly" moldy hay... ew.) George is in Jersey, Eric's working all weekend and I'm off. I have everything I need to reform this place, except I need more vinegar, laundry soap, some rug cleaner and a shop vac, all of which I'll be getting later at Wally-world.
(I've wanted the shop vac since we moved here, away from Jamie's shop vac, back in Bucks...) The TV is off for right now. They want $78. *yawn*
That, I have. That, I can "fix" easily, thank God. I just don't care to, right now.
Not gonna do that til the house is done, either.
Bad enough I have tapes to keep me "distracted". My biggest problem, here? I don't know where to start.
Except with copious amounts of coffee and cigarettes and posting "groaner" puns here. Super fragile calloused mystic...
Jesus.
*laughing again* Anyway, I don't know where to start with alla this SHIT.
Except... maybe I already did.
I just put the two roosters, the duck and the rabbit outside.
Next goes the parrot and the parakeet. I also need to start writing down the shit I need to get/do away from here (at Wally world and Giant) so I don't forget any of it. And, taking a cue from Mad William, I also want to make a list of what I need to do here so I can at least cross shit off and feel like I've accomplished something.
'Course, that entails actually DOING any of it, as opposed to just sitting around thinking about it... So, here we go... here's "The List"... (Gonna start with the "easy" shit...) Take the last two birds outside
Get the laundry going again (and maybe FINISH it this time)
Dishes
Critter cages (with the leftover hay along the edge of the field that the machines missed that I went and collected into 5 trashbags the other day)
Kitty potties
Vacuuming
Clean the carpets with something more than just the stupid vacuum (like carpet cleaner and the shop vac) Now, see... that doesn't sound so hard, BUT... it's all much more involved than it sounds. I also need to clean out the fridge
Wash the microwave turntable thing
Either put the six tons of miscellaneous shit where it belongs or throw it out
Wash the sheets on the bed
Make something really good for dinner
Not let anything deter me from this
Go tell Mr Boss that one of his yearlings is an idiot who needs to be drug (dragged?) off and shot Fucking stupid cunt filly.
They canNOT get her sold fast enough.
She is a total moron for no reason at all.
Likes to rear up and go straight over backwards whenever the idea comes to her.
Bitch did it to me once. I was bringing "the babies" in, two at a time, like Mr Boss does.
I'd gotten the colt into his stall and was going to unclip the lead, with her standing in the alleyway.
I'm looking at what I'm doing with the colt when I feel my arm being yanked up and away.
I look at her just in time to see her crash down backwards, slamming her empty head on the barn floor.
She was laying there, on her back, legs flailing.
I shut the stall door, walked around her stupid ass, shut the back barn doors and the front barn doors, all the while, there she is, still on her useless back. I walked back to her and screamed at her "Get the FUCK up, you silly CUNTBAG!!!!!", which she did.
"Now, you GET your ass into your STALL!!! NOW!!!!", which she didn't.
She went into someone else's stall.
So, I yanked her retarded ass outta there and all but threw her into her own stall and advised her to drop dead, which, unfortunately, she didn't. Ever since then, I've not liked her much.
I hate mares anyway.
They suck, for the most part... I have absolutely no idea what her fuckin' problem was then, or is now.
And, now, she's even worse.
Keep in mind, I haven't been there for a month or so, so this shit ain't my doing...
However, there's been another chick there who is working with the yearlings, getting them to lead, lunge and load so they can be sold.
Been doing fine with most of them.
All but this piece of shit filly. Yesterday, when the chick went to catch her to lunge her, the little cuntbag wouldn't come. Just kept racing around the field with the other four fillies.
So, the chick decides to work the two year old GELDING first.
HE did great.
Just about the time I was finishing up, she decides to go try to catch Asshole again.
I volunteered to try, since the retarded cunt doesn't associate me with being worked.
So, we both go out to field.
More by chance than planning, we managed to get all of the dipshits into a little catch-pen behind the barn.
She hooks up Stupidfuck and I let the others go by.
No sooner does the filly clear the gate than she starts rearing, ADVANCING ON HER HIND LEGS AND STRIKING AT THE WOMAN. On one downstroke, she catches the lead with her hoof and YANKS it outta the girls hand, nearly ripping off her fingernail.
AND, takes off, racing around the field again, only this time, she keeps stepping on the lead, the chain of which was under her chin, and freaking out even more.
Cuntface. God forgive me, but I was hoping she'd snap her own stupid neck...
(Have I mentioned I hate mares?) Anyway, we again get all the fillies into the catch pen and end up with just the bitch in there.
The girl unhooked her and said "Fuck her for today...", which you really ought not do. You let a horse "win" like that once, you'll pay for every single other time for the rest of forever. I pointed this out to her, too.
So, we just stood there for a while, letting the idiot calm the fuck down a bit.
Then, I realized that she could be lunged right there. Kinda tight, maybe, but, what the fuck, ya know? Better than letting her win.
So, I grabbed another gate, since the one didn't go all the way across the opening, wedged it in and she re-hooked the fool and worked her ass til she was sweaty. I only wish this bitch would try this shit on Mr Boss. He will knock her on her ASS if she does. Then, he'll let her up and knock her down again. Lather, rinse, repeat til she gets the fuckin' point. There is NO reason for her behavior, except that she's a mare and almost 100% Thoroughbred.
Thoroughbreds can be... "high strung" (read: "fuckin' INSANE").
In fact, this is the one whose Dad got killed in a tragic breeding shed accident a few months ago.
I can now figure out what that means.
What it means is Daddy reared up and bashed his brains out.
Moron... Anyway, if only the girl tells Mr Boss what happened, he's not likely to truly believe it. He'll think it's just her, over-reacting.
But, if I also tell him, he'll be more careful around the bitch AND he'll be ready to knock her ass down and he'll believe it, period. That fuckin' horse was walking on her hind legs, trying to strike the girl in the head.
She was aiming, too. That time she went over backwards on me, I think she gave herself a concussion, because Mr Boss said she was off her feed and not acting right for a coupla days after that.
Stupid bitch. Anyway, with everything else I have to do today, I also need to find time to go over there and tell him about yesterdays episode. And, I've gotta tell ya's... that bitch is lucky she didn't pull that shit on ME.
She's already got one "episode" with me, to begin with.
Second, I hate mares anyway.
Third, I'd still be knocking the shit outta her for trying to hurt me. It's one of those "If I'm gonna be accused, I may as well do it" deals...
You wanna "accuse" me of trying to do something bad to you and treat me like I have?
Fine, then.
I will.
Whore.
(I applied the same theory to Eric's ex and that worked out REALLY well... *grin*) I do NOT advocate cruelty to animals in any way, shape or form.
BUT, I advocate taking shit from them even less. If that filly had been reacting to some form of being hurt or being scared, that'd have been one thing.
But, she wasn't.
She was on the offensive, trying like hell to draw first blood.
You can't have that.
AT ALL.
EVER. I am the most patient person in the WORLD when it comes to animals.
I'll take as long as necessary to teach them whatever they need to learn.
Especially with horses.
You sour them from the start, they're fucked forever.
But... this bitch... that ain't gonna work.
She won't let it work.
She's one of those rare ones who need the snot beat out of them before you can even start teaching her anything. Honestly, if I owned her, she'd already be gone.
I wouldn't have a horse like that, especially if I had "too many" to begin with. Horses like her are how Alpo came to be. She literally could kill someone.
One hoof to the head and that's all she wrote.
No horse is worth that.
But... maybe if a horse has been abused, you try a little longer, a little harder to get through to them.
But, that's not the deal here.
This one is just fucked of her own accord.
She's choosing to be this way for reasons known only to her.
And, she's not worth it. It takes a LOT for me to outright HATE a horse, but I do this one.
I'm just reeeeeally glad my contact with her is minimal, at best. Anyway...
*siiigh* Time to dive in, here.
Gonna go start this process which razing this place and re-building would be easier than.
Starting with "offloading some coffee" and starting a load of wash.
Then, back down here and out go the last two birds.
Then...
Then...
Gah.
Dishes, I guess. (If I'm ever gonna drop dead, now would be the time, by the way...) Peace peoples...
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May 19, 2006
Overheard in New York...
Gangster into cell: Hold your hand up like a antenna, and maybe your budget-ass phone would work.
--E 5th & 2nd Ave *lmao*I'll have to remember this the next time my Nextel cell starts it's shit...
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May 17, 2006
So far, so good...
Little sore, lot tired (more from not sleeping than sheer labor).
Yesterday was a day of "firsts"... involving SuperHorse. First first, I got to clean his stall.Before, it was done before I got there.
Mr Boss always did it. Yesterday... me. Then, again for the first time, I got to take him (SuperHorse, not Mr Boss) down to the indoor.
That's the first time I've moved him anywhere, especially by myself and, even MORE especially, without even anybody else on the farm. Make no mistake, I did check first, before everybody left, to make sure that's what was wanted for him.
It was and I got to do it.
Very cool.
He behaved beautifully.
And, he does have have a minor history of just taking off, if he's of a mind to, too.
He's had Mr Boss flapping along at the end of his lead rope more than once, from what I hear, BUT... he was a good boy, thank God... *grin* A few things occured to me today...
My "no longer friend's" initials are GD.
"GD" is also the initials of "God Damn".
God Damn is just about what I feel/think whenever I think of him now, so it fits.
Especially for the first thing I was thinking about today... How fucked up is it that one of the best, most highly trained people who do what they do to defend freedom has none in his personal life? I think that's even more fucked up than my whole life has been.
And, I hope I'm not the only one of us who learns something from alla this.
And...
The chick in that situation is just as fucked up as the one who set my bathroom on fire, just with different parameters. And, to quote Forrest Gump: That's all I have to say about that. I now have a name for my Appaloosa whenever he gets here... Bocephus.
As in Hank Jr.
As in SuperHorse's real name. I do believe that's about as close as I'm ever gonna get to having a "Hank baby", so, as long as the App doesn't behave in such a manner as to make it an insult to SuperHorse (Hank), I'll be naming him "Hank Jr"... kinda.
Plus, I had a cat named Bocephus and he lived for like, 15 years, so maybe that'll be a "lucky" name for the horse and he won't do what Storm did.
Besides, you can shorten it to "Bo" and I like that name, too. I've also decided that until I'm told otherwise, I'm just gonna keep showing up for work.
I still haven't been told how long this is supposed to last and this morning when I got there, I told Mr Boss I wasn't sure (because he hadn't said before I left the day before) whether or not I as supposed to be there, but I figured I'd come see.
He said, "Wull, hell yeah.... I got ta git going here soon..."
So, I decided then and there to just keep going back every day til he tells me not to.
In about a hundred years, I hope. And, ya know what?
What I do has less to do with "just horse poop" than it does being trusted with multi-thousand dollar horses and a herd of highly prized Jack Russells.
I can run any of the equipment I may need, move horses around as I see fit and being the only one there to make decisions is rather awesome. I get instructions, sure. I know what needs to be done and when and with whom, but... being there all by myself is cool.
Very much like the "coolness" of being the entire night shift on the dairyfarm back in Jersey.
You get done doing a job like that, or this, without help and doing it well, it feels GREAT.
Looking around the place from atop a tractor, seeing the highly prized Jack's running around and all the horses whose well-being is in your hands is pretty fuckin' cool. And, ya know what else?
I wouldn't trade my life for, say, some chick's in California who has a kid, a brand new car, a husband in the military and who just went on a cruise.
Or anybody's elses, for that matter. Sometimes, I wonder if I've missed out by not having the requisite kids, the 80 year marriage, the mortgage, the car payments and alla that shit.
And, it mostly sounds very stressful and tiring.
Yet, sometimes, I wondered... I think that's another thing that talking to/re-losing/whatever-that-was God Damn has cleared up for me.
I ain't missin' NUTHIN'. So I don't have kids, own a house or have a brand new car. What I do have is a blast most of the time and freedom.
And, not in every instance is "freedom just another word for nothin' left to lose."
Because as long as you HAVE freedom, you've got EVERYTHING to lose.
And, I'll take my freedom, fun and "bohemian lifestyle" (I'm being nice to me about it, shut up *grin*) over being tied down to a "conventional" life every. single. time.
Even moreso, since I've figured out a few things lately. I'd rather have alla my animals, my ex-cop car, my herdsman honey and not knowing what may come next over a buncha crumb-snatchers, a new car with payments and full coverage, a job-obssessed, suit-wearing "professional" man and knowing the house payment is due AGAIN.
That kinda stress can kill a person and the shit I get "stressed" over is laughable by comparison.
And, just because that's true, doesn't mean that my LIFE is laughable by comparison, either. Yeah, I did kinda think it was... me too, for that matter.
But, I don't now. In a world of crotch rockets, I'm a Harley.
Loud, not conventional, sometimes hard to maintain, probably cost more than I'm worth, but, like they say... "If I have to explain it to ya, you probably wouldn't understand it anyway." That's my life.
That's me.
And, I think that's pretty friggin' cool, actually.
And, maybe I am too. Anyway...
Gotta go "do" my nails.
Do some wash.
Run to the store.
Make dinner.
That kinda shit. And, get used to not being uncomfortable being me. Peace
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May 16, 2006
Told Maeve and then forgot to post this...
Guess where I'm going in about an hour or so?
To work.At the horse farm. It might not be every day yet, but it's for at least a coupla days this week. And, believe me, ANY is good. Me with too much time on my hands is NOT a good thing, as we have all so recently witnessed. From the time I finished my last post yesterday, til I went to see Mr Boss, all I could hear in my head was the lyrics to an old Clint Black song... "This killin' tiiiime,
is killin' me.
Drinkin' myself blind, thinkin' I won't see
That if I cross that liiine and they bury me
I just might find I'll be killin' time for eternity..." Hadn't actually gotten around to the drinking part yet, but, substitute "smoking" and "not exercizing" and "fuckin' around online" (which actually fits best, because my eyes go to hell after too long on here), and you'd be close. I told Mr Boss I was wondering what was up, when I'd be back there, because, frankly, every day that I sit here, I care less about dropping dead, basically and if I wasn't gonna be able to go back there soon...
That was when he jumped in and said the magic word... "tomorrow", God bless 'im. So, naturally, instead of going to sleep last night, I stayed up, cleaned some shit, baked yet another cake (carrot with butter cream icing this time, instead of yellow with chocolate icing for a change) and watched my Dr. Katz marathon I taped offa Comedy Central a few years ago. So now I'm gonna go answer the oven timer's buzz, get a shower and go play with some horses for a while. Thank GOD. Peace
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May 14, 2006
I cannot believe I'm still awake...
That's right... still haven't gone to bed since... whenever the hell it was I got up.
I know I was up the whole night last night.And, all of yesterday.
I just can't remember when it was, or what DAY even, I got up... (Oooh yeah, it was Friday morning, around 10am or so... I think.) BUT... I got the house back.
*grin* I've also baked a batch of cookies and a cake and I think I've found a picture of Glen online.
Can't tell for sure though... the guy in the picture has beard and is making a face, but he's also on a Navy ship and it's listed as Glen Davis, QM3, on a website about the USS Electra. If it isn't him, this guy could be his twin.
Especially around the eyes. I downloaded it, though. I also emailed both the webmaster of the page and Glen to see if it IS him. Now, I'm gonna go ice that cake and then drag my ass upstairs and go the hell to sleep. Peace, y'all...
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May 13, 2006
Too cool...
I found the right Mark.
Just got off the phone with him, in fact.
I am seriously havin' a blast, doing this for Glen... And, tell ya's what... if anybody EVER needs a good realtor in New Jersey, I've got one. Just say the word and I'll have you hooked up to a really cool guy in no time. Now, back to cleaning this house (which I had kinda slacked off of there for a while, though I do have most of it done) and checking my email every so often to see when Glen gets the ecard I sent him and to see when the pictures of Glen Mark said he's gonna send get here.... Wanna know something else?
I'd consign my soul to HELL to be able to see Glen in person again... ya know?
*wistful grin* Ah, well... like I said, this is great too, so I'm happy...
Besides, I can still picture him perfectly in my mind.
Every detail... hair, eyes, nose, chin, smile... *signs off daydreaming, grinnin' like a fool* Peace
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Man, what a day...
(and, it ain't over yet...)
Woke up yesterday at about 10am, after going to sleep around 4am. Felt like hell when I got up, too.
Muuuch better service if you're ever trying to find someone. Between them and Yahoo people search, I was finally able to locate Glen (thank You again, God... I owe ya one). Before I actually found the right number and got to talk to him, went to the grocery store and got some shit we need around here and that "Chinese food" we all like for dinner. That was the first good thing... When I got home, Eric was on the phone with one of his sisters he'd found using the PeopleSearch, so that was kinda cool, too. We were also able to locate one of his buddies from the ship when he was in the Navy. Got the guy's Mom who was delighted to hear from him and is gonna pass on his info to her son. Then, after dinner, I got back on here and checked the phone numbers again and found Glen. Called him and spent 45 minutes back in 1981.
Still can't believe it... After that, Paul called and he made a modification to my sidebar for me (mouse over it, by the way). Talked to him for God knows how long and when my cell phone up and died, we switched to YIM for another little while. Then, as we were winding it up, along comes Mad Mikey on YIM, yet another Navy Darlin' from California.
Talked to him for a few minutes, too. Is it me, or am I surrounded by the Navy here?
I like it, I liiiike it.... *grin*
I'm just glad Eric's not in Cali-frickin'-fornia, too.... Then, I got back to confirming the information I found for Glen's buddy from waaaay back at Cherry Hill High School. I think I've got it.
Coupla phone numbers, right names, right area and I think I've found where Mark (Glen's buddy) works.
Gonna start finding out for sure around 10am, or so. Meanwhile, this house is a wreck.
So... I'll be cleaning... again.
Starting as soon as I go offload some of the "at least two pots of" coffee I seem to have ingested recently. It seems almost like finding Glen is/was the start of a whole buncha good shit happening. Be cool if I hear from Mr Boss today... If not, oh well...
Can't have everything.
Where would I put it, right? It'll happen.
Eventually, if not sooner. Meanwhile, I've got plenty to do, don't I?
Fun stuff, too.
Especially if I have found Mark.
And, WHEN I have a clean house again. Man... how utterly cool.
Glen Davis after all these years... Peace, y'all...
(My soul has finally found a little...)
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May 12, 2006
ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod...
I can't believe I just talked to Glen.
I'm sitting here now, trying to type and fan myself with one hand to keep from crying. It was so cool hearing his voice again... Ah man... here I go... Wow... I can go on and die now.I got to hear him laugh again... first time in about 19 years. I can't see...
I'm grinning, laughing and crying all at the same time, so if this is fulla typos...
I'm just glad I held it together while he was on the phone. 19 years in the Navy.
17 years married... (hi, Vicky.)
13 year old daughter. He's fine.
He's GREAT.
Just like he used to be. Of course, he says "I don't know why you had such a hard time finding me. I've found myself several times on the computer. Took me about 12 seconds..." Well, gee, Babe... you were probably spelling your name right, for one thing.
Plus, YOU knew where you were and where to look.
I was futzin' around with your Jersey info.... I'm gonna KILL my stupid brother-in-law, too, by the way...
I don't TALK to Bruce, but I am gonna kick his ass.
HE'S the reason I never actually "dated" Glen.
I asked. I asked Glen, "What the hell... why didn't we ever go out? Was it because of Bruce?" "Yep. You were all into him back then..." "Yeah. I remember. You do know it's his brother I'm seperated from, kinda, right?" "Yep." *much laughing during alla this* (Bruce, I ever see you again, I'm just gonna bury my foot in yer ass. And, not even because you screwed my stupid mother.
I don't give a DAMN about that.
But, you caused me to keep things "minimized" with Glen and that, I do NOT forgive.
You shithead.) On the other hand... like I told Glen, he's probably better off married to Vicky.
The Navy is about to send him away, overseas, for a YEAR in two weeks and if it was me he was married to... no way, man. They'd have to pry me offa him with a friggin' crowbar. Which brings me to my (needless) worry about trying to explain my current life...
I was wondering what he was gonna think when I got to the part about me being with Eric now (who is also (ex)Navy *big grin*) and George living with us.
I had nothing to worry about. Glen's in-laws are in a veeeery similar situation, so he's used to it. Didn't even raise an eyebrow.... *giggle* That fuckin' nut, Glen... his wife happened by while he was on the phone and he told her he was talkin' to his girlfriend... *lmao*
Oh yeah, that's the way to make sure she's cool with me.... riiiight.
That'll work. Next time she wandered by, she had a steak knife in her hand... *laughing even harder*
(I think they were barbequing, though... with music out the windows, across the pool deck, and she ended up out there, dancing with her daughter.) Oh cool... I think I just found Glen's friend Mark, from Cherry Hill...
(I've got 7 windows going on here at the same time and the increasingly more annoying theme song from "The Stepford Wives" wafting in here from the kitchen, where the movie has ended and the DVD is waiting for me to stop it, start it over or shoot it.)
Man, if it wasn't after 11pm, I'd call Mark right now and give him Glen's number... Matter of fact, I'm gonna go do some more research into this, while I've still got the access (and have finally quit leakin' about the eyes) and see what I can come up with. He said he'd call again.
He's got my number, my email and my URL. And, I have his email and he said it's fine to email him any time.
(I also have him in my cell phone now, thank you God, seriously.) I told him to check out Xfire when he gets overseas and finds himself bored.
Three years of my head oughta keep him entertained for quite a while, huh? Hey, Glen?
I don't know when you'll see this, but I'm pretty sure you will, sooner or later... Just wanted to letcha know... again... Love ya, Buddy.
Thank you for being one of the few really good, never hurtful, parts of my past and for being there when I called tonight and for still being the same Glen. That means more than I can say or explain.
And...
so do you.
Posted by: Stevie at 11:03 PM | Comments (1) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Guess what?
I'M TALKIMG TO GLEN DAVIS RIGHT THIS SECOND!!!!!
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Glen M. Davis- correction and update...
First off, I've been spelling his name wrong... there's only one "n".
Glen Davis Then, I believe his middle initial is "M". Glen M. Davis Then, I got his Dad's name... Frank Davis Think his middle initial is "E". Frank E. Davis Then, I found out the carpet service his Dad owned was PRC Restoration and it was based in Elmer, NJ. They lived on Jefferson Rd.(I have the house number, too, but I don't think I should post that. Who "Googles" themselves with old street addresses anyway?)
It was literally in Pole Tavern, but since there's no Post Office there, it's listed as Elmer, NJ. Frank sold the business and was working for Ranch Hope in Alloway, NJ, before selling his house and moving "down South somewhere. North Carolina... I think. Maybe not that far south..." to quote the guy who bought the business. Still can't remember his Mom's name, because I called her Mom myself... So, where it stands now is I called Ranch Hope and explained alla this shit to the AdminAssistant, Maryanne, who in turn called Frank in whatever southern state he's living in now and left him a message about alla this shit, including my phone number. THEN, when my stupid phone didn't ring all night, I got all deflated and went to bed. Couldn't sleep. Came back down here, got mad and got stupid. Thank GOD, it only cost me $29... Here's a lil' tip for ya's... If you're ever thinking about using one of those internet detective things, DO NOT use Net Detective.
They're cheap, yeah, but they also don't give you SHIT unless you "upgrade" for more money. I also found out that if you use your bank card for shit online, you can't cancel the transaction, even if whatcha paid for sucks sweaty donkey balls.
Damn it.
(Even if you could, the stop check fee is only four bucks less than what I already wasted, so... fuck it, ya know?) I also did a reverse address lookup for the phone number of the address in Elmer where they used to live.
I'll be calling those people later today to see if they have any idea WHICH "southern state" Frank moved to. Meanwhile, I farked my online banking shit by using the wrong PIN twice and had to call the bank and get some "foreign" lady to help me get THAT fixed... *siiigh*
That's how I found out ya can't cancel card transactions. AND, I have a headache. So, to recap... It's GLEN DAVIS... one "n".
Jefferson Rd, Elmer, NJ. To be on the safe side... Glen M. Davis. Frank Davis
or
Frank E. Davis
PRC Restoration, Elmer NJ.
Ranch Hope, Alloway, NJ. And, the usual... Glen Davis
Woodstown High School
Class of 1981
Woodstown Wolverines
San Diego
USN SEAL
Cherry Hill West High School
Ag class If my phone doesn't ring sometime today, I may very well hurt it or myself. And, the bright side of having wasted $29?
Now that I went and did that dumb shit, OF COURSE one of them will call, if for no other reason than to drive home the point that it was STOO-PID to do. In other news...
My house needs to be cleaned again.
No Appaloosa yet.
Not back to work yet.
And, I reeeeally need to quit living on friggin' CAKE. In other words, I'm not too awful thrilled with being me right about now... I think I'm gonna go try to sleep again. Maybe when I get up there'll be a message on my cell?
I'm not being picky here, either...
It could be from Glen.
Or his Dad.
Or Mr Boss about an App or coming back to work.
Or a cleaning fairy could leave a date and time she'll be here to clean this place for me. Oh, and the "plant guy" here sucks worse than Net Detective.
Dick. Other than that...
everything's just freekin' PEACHY. *Sam Elliot sidelong, pissed-off, I'm-about-to-kick-some-ASS look*
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May 08, 2006
Well, I'll be damned...
Guess who just left here?
Mr Boss. He stopped by to find out if George can help him with a coupla construction-type things, one of which is what he's been waiting for to be able to have me come back! Yay!!!! Only "bad" part is that I hadn't gotten my shower yet and was dressed in a flimsy, thin, extra long T-shirt kinda thing, which isn't exactly "company" clothes, but... who cares! I mentioned to him this other place, a horse "facility", that's advertising for help and he confirmed my gut's suspicions that it's not a good idea.First off, it's a half hour from here, second they call themselves a "facility" and third, it's run by a woman, ew. Mr Boss said she's a total bitch who can't keep help for 5 minutes. I kinda knew that anyway, so him confirming it is fine.
Plus, he now knows I'm starting to get antsy and he as much as said he still wants me at his place. Now, if I could just get a horticulturist to spontaneously stop by.
Maybe if I get nekkid...
Or go get in the shower or am otherwise "indisposed"... Man, I keep taking these huge breaths... it's almost like I've been forgetting to breathe these last coupla weeks, or something. What a fuckin' RELIEF. So, I will be back at the horsefarm.
Should be in about a week or so, if I got it all straight.
And, if it does happen to take a little longer?
Well, I haven't heard about any shortages on cake mix.
In fact, it just occured to me that Mrs Boss said I oughta make one for Mr Boss because he loves that kinda shit and she does NOT bake...
Hmmm... New plan, then.
Shower
Store
Bake
Horsefarm (when George gets home) Cool. I'm goin' back to work soon, I'm goin' back to work soon...
(To be sung to the tune of the "hamster song" from last week) Thank you, Lord...
(Now, about the "plant guy"...)
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Alright already, this is getting ridiculous...
First off the horticulturist I found is kinda sucky.
He did bring over a small plant after I'd paid for a large one, saying the larger one would be here the next day.
That was on Thursday.
He called back and said to come on down anytime.
I also got to find out how everybody is doing back at the restaurant. What else is getting ridiculous is this "not working" shit.
I have had ENOUGH of this now. Therefore, I'm about to jump into the shower, wash my hair, get dressed and take my ass on over to the horsefarm and get a STRAIGHT answer about "how much longer" this shit is gonna take. If I don't get a straight answer or the answer isn't "tomorrow", I'm going back to the restaurant up the road and talk to Fabio. I saw him in the grocery store a month or so ago and he was hinting around about me coming back. Said none of the people who were there when I was before are still there.
At the time, I was still forking shit every day, so I didn't check it out, but they have an ad in the daily and weekly papers, so... either I go back to the horsefarm or I go back to the restaurant, but one way or another, I need money to go back to Bucks. Among other things... Another thing that's driving me to want to go back to work is having this checking account and card. As much fun as it is being able to pay for shit by swiping the card, it'd also be fun to be able to dump money into it every week. Besides, there's only so many cakes a person can bake before their ass takes over the world, ya know? SO...
Shower
Horsefarm
Restaurant Then, hopefully, some kinda good news from somewhere. Before I become an item on the news... "Slightly insane unemployed female beats the snot out of a Mess'ican, barricades herself inside horse barn with the World Champion of Everything Quarter Horse and demands a job... Film at 11."
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