May 07, 2006
Pretty much done, except...
I'm never really done, am I?
Everything is done except a load or two of laundry and the vacuuming.I'm workin' on the laundry, the vacuum can go blow (or suck) itself. Instead of that, what I'm gonna do is fry some bacon, actually lots of bacon, for BLT's later on. And get the tomatos sliced.
Then, I'm probably also gonna fry the hamburger for the tacos I want later later. And, get the tomatos, onions and lettuce chopped/minced/John-Belushi-with-a-samori-sworded. Then, all's that's left to do for lunch and dinner is a little construction... bread or shell, add the already-ready componant parts and there ya have it. Meantime, I'm watching The Stepford Wives (the original) while I bake a cake. I keep this shit up and I'mina BECOME a Stepford wife...
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May 06, 2006
Hi one of my former in-laws!
I have no idea which of the 200 of y'all is living in Florida, but I saw ya in my Site Meter seeing one of my posts where I mentioned your Dad's name. How is he? How're YOU? WHO'RE you, which one?
I suppose I could find out by radio-ing my cousin Jim who lives next door to the one of you I was married to....
Posted by: Stevie at 11:28 AM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Couple things...
Male carpenter bees, the ones who do all the hovering around, don't have stingers.
For this I am profoundly grateful for several reasons, not the least of which is that I believe that 90% of the carpenter bees in this whole state live on this farm. Plus, I find them amusing to watch...
For this you need something flammable like starter fluid or something. You also need a regular Bic-type lighter. (I don't know how well a Zippo would work. Never seen anybody use one for this.)
Anyway, you take your can of aerosol napalm and your lighter and you spray the shit over the lit lighter and torch the cocksuckers. You can only do this with bees who've built the nest on something non-flammable, by the way. Like, an aluminum gate or metal or something like that. I highly DO NOT reccomend this method for removing them from the eaves of a house, for instance... If you, against my advice, do decide to try this on a bees nest connected to your house, you are required to hand your can of beer to your buddy and say, verbatim, "Hold mah beer'n watch this shit...", the universally known "famous last words of a fool (read: redneck)" (apologizes that country singer guy who had a song named the same thing a few years back... who was that? Ricky Van Shelton?).
(Great. Now I've got "From a Jack to a King" stuck in my head...) Anyway, might one (also) be a redneck if one has two roosters, a duck and a rabbit (among other assorted critters... cats, hamsters, an aquarium filled with apparently dead woolybear caterpillars, et. al.) in their front room?
Just wondering...
(And, I keep waiting to be flooded with pretty moths someday from the caterpillars, but so far? Nada, zilch, nuttin', no change at all. So, I basically have a caterpillar cemetary in the front room, on top of the rabbit cage. God, why am I going into alla this today? I need HE'P, y'all!) Next!! Having a check/bank card is proving to be very much highly useful. So far, I've mostly used it to just to get money out of ATM's. But, I have also used it twice to do shit online. And, relax... it was for the USPS and Geico insurance. Those two have got to safe, as far as "identity theft" or phishing, right?
The only other shit I might use it for on here would be as much of Eric's getting his birth certificate from California and then his license as I can and paying bills through my bank's site and maybe Classmates dot com IF I ever see Glenn Davis's name in the class list. I don't do E-bay or Paypal or any of that kinda crap. Don't know how and don't wanna, thanks... Remember I said that the TV in the kitchen was changing from the Harrisburg 15 to the Philly 15 all by itself?
Well, as of last night, it is FIXED.
Last night, I tuned to the Harrisburg 15 about 7 minutes early. Got stuck seeing a coupla ugly, stupid guys beating the snot out of each other. So retarded... wrestling (especially now that Bret's done) *shudder** god...
(And, yes, I hate wrestling while I love Bret Hart. Goes hand-in-hand with my hatred of hunting, yet loving venison... go figure.)
Anyway, not ONCE did that damned thing change to the "wrong" 15 by itself.
Not one damned time the entire seven minutes. HOWEVER, the MINUTE King of Queens came on "bink" there it fuckin' GOES. DAMN! Now, what the fuck is up with that shit? It only does it during King of Queens?
I suppose I am again supposed to believe that the universe is not involved in a conspiracy designed to drive me nuts? Yeah, okay...
*rolls eyes* Well, like I said... it's fixed. And, it only took the whole hour King of Queens was on, plus it also bled into this mornig and ended up involving a 12 foot, hunter orange extension cord, which is just so attractive, snaking it's way from the far side of the sink (past the faucet so I can electrocute myself doing dishes, no doubt), across the back of the stove to the TV just because I can't find the stupid also bright orange adapter thingy I had back in Bucks.
I had that goddamned thing for years, sittin' in the drawer, stuck in a German beer stein, in a butter dish in a drawer, in Pop-pop's hutch... I had that stupid thing, I can picture it perfectly.
But, now that I actually need it? Gone. They probably don't even make the fuckin' things anymore JUST BECAUSE I NEED ONE... or two. Well, at any rate, the huge extension cord is an improvment over having the satellite box sitting on top of the stove, which is where I had it last night because I didn't remember about the huge extension cord (kept, by the way, in the non-functioning dishwasher) til this morning. And, the extension cord going past the faucet is MUCH better than the surge protector/multi-socket extension box thing sitting right behind it... So, huge extension cord notwithstanding (which is hidden by the saddles- don't ask), it's cool now. I can once again watch King of Queens in the kitchen uninterrupted. Now, if I could only figure out why this is such a huge deal to me... I do so need to get back to work. And, speaking of work reminds me of horses and how's THIS for a kick in the teeth?
Here I sit, wishing for a horse to drop outta the sky into my pasture and here's this poor thing, wandering around near to where I used to live, looking for a home.
Not that I necessarily need another 20 year old mare to feed and not ride, but still.
Know what I mean?
Jeez, man.
Gim'me a fuckin' break here, wouldja? So yeah, I'm pretty much losin' my fuckin' mind here.
Can a tell?
*lmao* I can't wait to read this post, man... I know I started with carpenter bees and have somehow gotten all the way to "Good idea, bad execution, God" about the horse. I think that's most of the shit that's been in my head the last few days. 'Course, there's the story about me almost pissing myself laughing at the look Tyler gave me in the car yesterday, after I did that half hour long diet rootbeer belch, but....
nevermind... *slithers outta chair laughing again*
I gotta go pee now. Then, I guess I'll clean something.
Even just the mess I made last night looking for that stupid adapter thing would be nice.
Let alone the rest of it... Peace, y'all...
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May 02, 2006
I wish y'all could see this...
Use your imagination...
First, there's me.And... I know how I'm gonna die now. I'm gonna kill myself on our latest "toy".
Which is the worlds silliest looking, old, beat half to shit 4-wheeler. Eric saw it sitting in the equipment shed and asked his Boss what was up with it and he said it was the "old" one that had become such a pain in the ass to keep running, they parked it and weren't using it anymore.
Eric asked if he wants to sell it.
Boss said he'd let 'im know.
Knowing his Boss, added to the fact that they do have a nice one to use for farm shit, he's gonna let us have it, either very inexpensively, or just by never giving us a price or taking it back.
His Boss is cool like that... Anyway, this poor thing... what's left of the fenders/body is red. However, there is more birdshit than paint on it. No front fenders to speak of, either. No seat. And, it wasn't running at first. After he got done working yesterday, Eric started fiddlin' with it and got it running.
Cool. He buzzes around on it for a bit, then gets me to get on it. So, now we have me and this silly looking 4-wheeler that has a saddle blanket for a seat. Bzzzzz *shift* bzzzzz *shift* bzzzzz
(That's me, farting around on it last night...) No clutch and ya don't wanna let off all the way on the gas or it'll stall.
Whatever.
It's FUN! Today, after Eric used it to get the cows in (and I had gotten my running around/errand-type shit done), I got back on it... only, I wasn't alone this time. Wanna guess who was riding it with me and loving every second? Tyler, my goofball Jack Russell. So, now we have the silliest looking 4-wheeler in existence with a saddle blanket seat, being ridden by me with a fat Jack Russell sitting in front of me, ass between my legs, front paws on the gas tank and ears flappin' in the wind. I haven't had s'much fun in I don't know how long. We rode all around the farm, fields, up and down the road and a few places I'm not sure we were supposed to be. That dopey dog LOVES IT! Nothing makes him act like he wants off. Not bumps, riding tilted, speed, my shitty shifting (no clutch), nothing.
In fact, when you ask if he wants to go for a ride, he now heads for the 4-wheeler instead of the car. I've had some wonderful dogs in my life, but Tyler is the absolute coolest, bar none. I ran into Mrs Boss at the grocery store and told her about Ty's new hobby and, after she about peed herself laughing, she said she has GOT to see this and take pictures. If she does, I'll get her to email them to me and post 'em. After Eric finally pried me and Ty off of it, he got the idle fixed and found it's reverse. My contribution to "fixing" it is gonna be scraping off the birdshit (eventually) and adding two pieces of duct tape.
The duct tape is gonna have the letters A-R-L-E-Y on 'em and are gonna be applied right behind the "H" of the word Honda that's on it now.
But, I can't do that til we get the fenders, seat and shit like that done to it someday.
It's one thing to be messing around on a beat to shit Honda, but a beat to shit lookin' "Harley"?
Can't be havin' that... Man, I can't wait til daybreak so we (Ty and I) can go back out and play some more. I finally get to be one of those annoying-assed juvenile dorkuses who used to drive me nuts with the noise, farting around aimlessly on a 4-wheeler.
How cool. And, guess what else? I finally activated the check/debit card I got with my checking account, so now, I ALSO get to be one of those annoying-assed braindead dipshits who use a credit card in the express lane to buy a pack of fuckin' gum!
*does the "happy, happy, joy, joy" dance* Now, if I could just get the DirecTv receiver in the kitchen to quit changing to a non-existant channel on it's own, I'd be just about set. I don't know what the hell ails this thing all of a sudden but... When we moved here, we brought the old receiver with us. When it was first hooked up, it still got the Philly stations, which was great, because they're the ones I've known all my life and, frankly, they made the transition easier for me. I spent the first three weeks wondering if we were somehow still in the Philly viewing area or something. I finally called DirecTv and they straightened it out.
All was well.
Til a few days ago. First, when ya pressed "guide" and went to the first available channel, it had two and half pages of Channel 14, which isn't even a channel here. Nor was it one back in Bucks... Finally, about 3 or 4 days ago, the 14s went away.
BUT, I now have TWO Channel 15s. HR15 and WB15, which, again, isn't a local channel here, the WB15 isn't. I didn't much care. The only (tiny) problem was, if you changed from some other channel to channel 15 by pressing 1-5, it'd go to the wrong 15. *rolls eyes*
So, you'd have to put it on the right one.
Big deal, right? Tonight, however, in the middle of King of Queens, it suddenly starts changing from the right 15 to the wrong one BY ITSELF. You put it back, and *bink*, back to the wrong one, which is a black screen with "This channel is not available in your veiwing area. Please check the guide for alternate channels.".... well, no shit, Sherlock, that's why I didn't select WB15, ya fucknoodle!
It doesn't do that with any other channel, just the right 15, but still... After about the 47th time it did that, I got pissed and called DirecTv and even they couldn't fix it. They had me unplug it, pull the card, unplug it again and all kindsa other shit, to no avail. I told the guy on the phone that I do live right near the battlefields and that maybe it was a Confederate soldier messin' with me.
Thank God he laughed.
(But, it also woulda been kinda nice had he said "Naw, that can't be it", which he didn't and it damned well BETTER be a Confederate soldier. Don't want no Yankee ghosts, thanks....) Oh, and my other piece of good news.... I think I've finally found a "good horticulturist" here.
"Here" as in "local", as in "see him every day anyway".
As in "thank You, Lord, it's about damned time". The other two "plant people" I've gone to since I've been here ain't exactly reliable. One is in Jersey, fer shit's sake and that involved the post office, which made me nervous and the other one is about an hour away, in another county and he's just been told recently that some skankola he was screwing a coupla months ago is pregnant, so he is now all but useless, seeing how his brain melted upon hearing that. For the record, I think he's being lied to and jerked around, but... we'll see. Meantime, I've found yet another plant guy, so let's hope this works. (If not, I'm out some cash, but... can't find out if'n ya don't take a shot, right?) He seems pretty nice and we let him use our microwave or outright feed him every day, so... it should work out. The only not-so-great news is that I won't be back to work at the horse farm now, til about the 15th or so. The big deal Mrs Boss was hoping to get didn't go through, soooo.... oh yeah and now, Mr Boss isn't going to that huge horse sale in Virginia, but, ya know what?
It's okay, that's fine.
I'll live. There's still good ol' Action out in the field, the mare is looking really good too (if you don't look below her belly-line) and now I've got the 4-wheeler to play with, so... it's all good. Now, I need to shut da hell up and go get some shit done.
It's almost midnight and I have a few messes that need tending to, PLUS I wanna go to bed so I can get up and go cruisin' with Ty some more. Now that the idle works, I can get off the thing and snag up some lilacs (I found some huge-mongus bushes out there today), investigate the creek a little deeper and maybe swish my net through the ponds that dot this place and see what kinda critters I come up with. There's even a convienent little well/space behind the seat to stash shit like soda, smokes, tools, frogs, turtles or whatever, so it oughta be a blast.
Carrying a six foot net could be a little logistically challenging, but, hell, I'll sit on it, if I have to. (Longwise, not upright, ya pervs... *lmao*)
(Can you just picture that? Me on this silly looking 4-wheeler, with the dog in front of me and a net sticking out from under the saddle blanket seat, blue mesh waving in the wind? Told ya's I'm 14 with 29 years of practice...) And, I did find a frog in a mudpuddle today. I stuck him in my shirt pocket to take him to the stream, but the second I started the 4-wheeler, he leaped out and took three or four huge gangling jumps into the weeds, so I guess he wasn't too interested in moving... have ya ever looked into your shirt pocket and seen a frog lookin' back atcha with a "what the FUCK is THAT noise" look on his face?
It's priceless, to say the least... Okay...
Off to clean something. Peace, ya'll....
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May 01, 2006
Oh, hot day-um...
MAD WILLIAM IS BACK, Y'ALL!!!!!
This and a cool new hamster all in one day AND the day after my birthday? *fans self rapidly* Wow, man! I was already considering the hammy a birthday present (from me to myself, granted, but still).So, I b'lieve I'mina do the same with Mad William's return. I mean, I did just ask him a coupla days ago if he was gonna ever go back to UCCU... *grin* Man, I have missed him... And, the hamster is adorable.
He really does look like a tiny bear.
All black, except for his hands, a small patch on his belly and a stripe on his chest. AND, I got him a (free) Critter Trail house from another Freecycler. He came with a Habitrail house, but I wasn't sure what he'd be in, so I got the other one, too. Now to see if I can connect them with the bag'o connector tubes I got from the pet shop... (Oh, it WILL work. That's one of the multudinous reasons God made duct tape... *grin*) One way or the other, this lil guy IS gonna have a two room apartment.... And... MAD WILLIAM IS BACK!!!!!!
YAAAAYYYYY!!!!! So very cool... *grinning like I just discovered teeth* (Now, we just need to help him get his comments "fixed", fuckin' spam-happy cretins... and... I did also happen to get to talk to my computer God today, too. So, later, when we get back together via YIM, I'll see what he can do...)
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Happy Birthday to me, I must be cra-zy...
I'm get-ting a hamster,
And, I feel 14...
I'm gettin' a hamster..." That's it.
Just "I'm gettin' a hamster" repeated endlessly in that sing-song way kids have. I am so excited, I swear... Last night, after everybody had left and the guys had gone to bed, I was watching movies. I'd just finished Forrest Gump and decided to come check my email and usual haunts and I went to my local Freecycle group. There he was. A hamster with all the accessories.
So, I figured "what the hell, why not?" and sent an email. I got an almost immediate response. She said, "Well, Happy Birthday, Honey. He's yours..." He's black! I've never had a black one before. Huge, too, from what the lady said. Names "Bear".
I can't wait to meet him. "I'm gettin' a hamster,
I'm gettin' a hamster!" Eric was already asleep when I brokered this deal and he's outside working now, too, SOOOO... I'm just gonna "surprise" him with this later. (That's what he gets for not reading me anymore, too... *grin* Teach him to think he's got an inside track, huh? *lol*) I can already imagine the look(s) I'mina get. From both him and George... (laughing even harder now because I know they won't be the only two with "that look", huh Dad and Jason and a few others?) But, hell, I don't feel like such an old fart being this excited about owning a hamster again. And, a black one, to boot... Hey, know what just occured to me? Last year, when God took Storm home, he also took Templeton, my rat. I always almost forget that, because Storm was the hard part... but anyway... the rat was brought to our house by Jr. He brings the rat, then promptly never shows up again, the little shit, so the rat became mine by default. He passed first, then Storm (within a week of each other, too). So, now I'm getting this huge hamster (the lady I'm getting him from said he's the size of a small to medium rat, minus the tail). The horse can't be too far behind, right?
*rolling eyes and giggling at self* Oh man, I can't wait!
But... I kinda have to. The lady has to take two tiny children to get shots at the doc's office. She's gonna get hold of me when they get home. Meanwhile, I'll be figuring out how to get there. And, grinning like a fool, bouncing around, all excited. "Had a birthday? Feeling old? Get a hamster. The "anti-elderly" critter..." (Okay, so instead of 29 with 14 years of practice, I'm 14, with 29 years of practice... fine with me!) I'm gettin' a hamster,
I'm gettin' a hamster....
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April 29, 2006
Oh, lovely...
This shit is just what da fuck I need to see the day before the birthday that makes me as old as my stupid mother was the year she died of a massive frickin' heart attack.
*disgusted siiiiigh* Thanks a load, ya boyfriend fuckin' BITCH.Posted by: Stevie at 03:18 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Dad's comin'...
Thank God that I went to bed last night.
Even though there are 72 bazillion things I need to do to this house, I went to bed around 12-ish.
Came down here.
Sat down riiight here with a cuppa coffee and, as I was cruising my normal morning reads, my phone starts "blah, blah-ing" at me.
(It doesn't ring. I have it set on one of the "alternate ringtones" which is a voice that goes "blahblahblahblah, blahblahblahblah"...)
Anyway, it was Dad and he left a voicemail that "they'll" be here tomorrow. SO.... gotta clean da house.
Eric's off, so he's outside doing shit he likes to do, which involves weedeaters, flowerbeds, planting flowers, cutting grass and pretty much anything that doesn't involve housework or cat poop. George is working, hoping he gets done in time to get to this "Western Shop" down the road so he can buy himself a pair of boots. Oh, and I got some TrimSpa last night.
I figured if it could change Anna Nicole from a cow into a... whatever the hell she is these days, it couldn't hurt me. Gotta admit, I felt tons better about it when I came home and "searched" it and found out that Howard Stern uses it, too... Now, to go take some, clean the house, call the kitten lady, go to the horse farm, bake a cake and whatever else presents itself to be done. The list so far includes, but is not limited to: Laundry
Dishes
Cat potties
Vacuuming
General "straightening", as in: moving shit from where it is to where it belongs
Oughta mop, too
Critter houses (which, btw, they need to go outside for the day. Need to do that first... which, I guess means I oughta go put on some pants. This denim shirt is long, but not that long...) Meanwhile, gotta get something good that I don't hafta pay strict attention to on the TV. Like maybe The Stand. Yeah... The Stand. That way I can use the tapes in kitchen and the DVD in the living room and have The Stand in echo-y surround-sound.
(No matter how hard I try I can't get both versions to match exactly. And, yeah, I understand why, but it's still fun to get 'em as close as possible... At best, it kinda sounds like a drive-in, the way it echoes... *giggle* And, it's way much better than the dreck that's on "regular" TV right now....) Okay, then...
Animals outside first.
Well, PANTS first first, then the critters.
Then, start The Stand.
Then, a load of laundry and the dishes, with "general straightening" interspersed.
Then, after the dishes, cat potties.
Sometime after that, call the kitten chick.
Vacuum
Mop
Cake
And, gotta go show Mr Boss my "new horse", too... also wanna let him know I'll be dragging Dad over there tomorrow to see SuperHorse. Back later.
(I'll be the thing that looks like something the cat hurked up, probably... or at least feels like it, by the time I get alla this crap done.) Peace y'all....
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April 28, 2006
Maeve, you are too cool for words...
Last week Maeve emailed me and asked for my snail mail addy.
This was right after I nearly drowned trying to bring in my stupid horses from a rain storm (which turned out to be not-so-bad anyway).
Kidding, of course... Well... guess what? She did it.
I got an Appaloosa for my birthday yesterday in the mail. Wanna see him?
Coolest thing is, he's a strawberry roan, just like Storm was.
Wanna guess what I named him (after I quit leakin' about the eyes)? Yep. Storm. He is currently standing right above me, on top of the computer desk.
And, yes, I sure did use his brush to fluff his mane and tail. PLUS, she also sent me two bars of enchanted soap.
Man, do they smell good... So... Thank you more than words can express, Maeve.
You are so sweet... Now, I wanna go run Storm II over to Mr Boss's house and show him my birthday App.
He'll get a kick out of it, too.... And, it occurs to me... people across the entire country know I want an Appaloosa. Wow, man...
*grin* Hell, people in other countries know it, too... huh, Paul?
*giggling* Well, geez... with this many people knowing about it, maybe it really will happen. And, on an entirely unrelated, yet still cool note...
I got an email today from someone whose "better half" is serving in Iraq with my brother.
Said I can give them a holler if I want...
Think I will. And, while I'm thinking about it... In case anyone wants to write to a Marine, here's Norm's info again: UFCUSMC at Yahoo dot com or LCpl Norman W. Vanaman III
1st MLG HQ CO PRP
Unit 42175
FPO AP 96426-2175 And, Lord GOD, what a retard I am...
Just now, looking at the email address, it hit me that the last four letters seemed kinda wrong. Like, what the hell is USMA? So, I whipped out the piece of paper I originally wrote it on and sure enough, it's USMC. SO, if ya tried to email him and it bounced, try it again.
(However, I do believe that most of ya's woulda figured out I had that wrong, most people not being as dense as I am... God, I feel so stupid...) The snail mail addy is right, thank God. Okay.
Gonna go cook an egg on my red and really hot face now...
Then, go show Mr Boss what Storm looked like.
Then, run Eric to WallyWorld for weedeater string and grab some smokes.
Then, come back and write to the person who wrote to me today about the guys in Iraq.
And, cook dinner.
And, clean some shit.
Then, watch King of Queens, because alla that other crap'll prolly take til 10pm... Maeve...
thank you again.
Everytime I look at that horse, I grin and tear up at the same time. Thank you soooo much... Peace
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April 26, 2006
Miscellaneous shit...
*Remember I said the other day that Denise Richards is a skank? Well, she's screwing Richie Sambora already. So, like I said... "cuntbag". Hope he has enough brains to watch how she treats Charlie and will therefore know what to expect when he pisses her off.
*Gave away three kittens yesterday. Except, one wasn't a kitten. She was really small, but over a year old. That one made me cry. I officially hate this shit. *Not in a really good mood, here. Woke up to cats in the house that don't belong in the house, cats that need to be in here outside, a remote "missing" and noooobody knows aaaanything about any of this. *steam comes out ears*I've fixed it all, including finding the damned remote, but fuckin' hell... am I supposed to stay awake 24-fuckin'-7 to make sure things don't get all fouled up or something? Jeezus. *Got in a better mood, somewhat, when I learned that the money in the checking acc't. is finally "available" and that I have another 10 or so days to pay my car insurance. *Rob, honey, I have alla your archives in my blogroll. AND, for some odd reason, the links in the ones you have posted don't go to the post they say they're going to PLUS, the ones that do show up only have a coupla posts, then miles of blank page. *Found a hit in my Site Meter asking why DYFS lies in court... DYFS is the "Division of Youth and Family Services"... why do they lie? Because they HAVE to, because they're a buncha useless assholes, because they do NOT give a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut about kids, families or anything or anybody except themselves and their budget. They are, without a doubt, that single biggest detriment to child welfare I've ever heard of. They can see the results of actual abuse and do nothing, yet fuck with a guy for years over absolutely NOTHING.
I once had a little kid come running into the PD where I was working, bawling his head off, with welts in the shape of the eletrical cord his "parent" had beat him with. I buzzed him in and told him to run into a cell to hide til I got a cop in offa the road, while his Dad was beating on the door and screaming his fool head off. There was BLOOD in those welts. They were fresh. My cop comes in, we call DYFS, they come and sent the kid home that day with his "parents".
They also hounded and fucked with another guy I know all because his child's crack-whore mother convinced the stupid three year old to lie and say he'd touched her wrong.
They suck and they know it, hence they lie.
End of story. *Haven't heard from Mrs Boss yet and she had that meeting about the building yesterday. This doesn't necessarily mean bad news. Mrs Boss is a good one for not following through. Guess I'mina hafta go on over there and see what's up. *Dad... my birthday... seeing you in person... I take it you didn't see my comment to your comment about the shot horse a few days back? *Also, saw another "creature shot after being confused with a turkey" headline a few days ago. But, this stupid computer took a shit before I could link it and it pissed me off so much I shut it down and walked away before I kicked it and I forgot about it. It was almost funny too, because this time, the creature shot by accident was a PERSON. That made me giggle, as opposed to that horse.
(Still wanna know what's up with that, too...) Okay.
Anything else? *coupla minutes later* Not that I can think of right now.... feel like I'm forgetting something, though. Ah well...
whatever. Off to go git some shit done, then. Back later. Peace
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April 25, 2006
Got it...
Yes, I now have a checking account for the first time in... I don't know how long.
Sovereign Bank is pretty cool. Now, to get the house straightened up.Hopefully, there'll be people here later to
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April 24, 2006
R.I.P., ya old fart...
The washing machine has indeed spun it's last.
After George futzed around under/in it, it worked again... kind of. As in: I got to do another load or two/two and a half... kind of.Each "load" was approximately four or five pieces of clothing (which, in my personal opinion is a load... of CRAP. Nuthin' I'd rather do than hafta wash every single thing by itself... *rolls eyes*) and the second load had TWO WHOLE PAIRS OF JEANS (gasp!) as well as a t-shirt or two and even that was proving to be too much for it to spin correctly.
After screwing with it for about 15 minutes, trying to "help" it gain enough momentum to actually sling some water out the clothes, I said "fuckit" (yes, all one word) and threw 'em in the dryer damned near dripping. Had to dry 'em twice, but I got 'em done. Third load, which I swear consisted of 3 things (I think it was one pair of jeans, a hoodie and a t-shirt), it refused to spin, pretty much. It went in circles, sure. But "spun"? As in "removed any water whatsoever"?
Nah. But, I wasn't worried about it. There is, afterall, a stacked washer/dryer out in the garage we brought here with us. I was more "worried" about getting the guys to actually switch the machines, as there are steps involved and both of them were almost anemic yesterday, it being a day off and them being tired. So, eventually, they wander out to the garage and I went on over to the horse farm. I get back with an appliance dolly that Mr Boss happens to have (told ya's he's got every tool known to mankind) and the guys were in the garage with the stacked unit, looking pissed. Well, this can't be good... It wasn't.
Seems we dragged another washer that doesn't know "spin" all the way here with us. Wish we'd have checked that out back in Bucks. Then, when it didn't work, we coulda left it and maybe had room for some other shit that musta gotten left behind because I can't find it and am slowly replacing... Anyway, this being a dairy farm that uses actual cloth towels as opposed to paper ones, this Boss has machines stacked in piles out there in the garage.
There are about 4 or 5 dryers and one washer.
Which just happened to be the exact same name-brand and model as the one I had that died... only WAY newer. So, we "borrowed" that one.
(With the verbal aggreement amongst us that if the Boss needs it, we take it out to the parlor for him IMMEDIATELY and find another one, or just plain find him another one and put it in the garage for him...) Meanwhile... got any idea how cool it is to just turn on a washing machine and it does the whole job by itself? The one that died has been being a pain in the ass for the last, like, 4 years because something ailed it and you'd have to go upstairs when it did it's first "spin" and physically turn the knob yourself to the next step to make it stop spinning and carry on the washing of the clothes. If you didn't, it'd spin forever.
THEN, once it got to the last spin, it'd spin for about 12 seconds and stop. So, you'd have to again traipse upstairs to spin the dial around to the "spin" in the "delicate cycle" and pull the knob and let it spin the clothes out there. (Why that was the only spin that worked is beyond me...)
AND, because it was the "delicate" spin, it didn't really spin 'em put all that well. So, total pain in the ass every load... Now, this one?
Woo hoo, man. This one, ya throw in the clothes, add your soap, turn it on and HAVE A LIFE.
This one fills, spins, stops, starts and finishes all without a chaperone.
How cool is THAT?
(And, how pathetic has my life become that I'm actually excited about this shit?) In other news... in addition to the $750.00 App that "got away", I was almost the dumbfounded owner of a thirty-five hundred dollar App. Seems Mr Boss had actually won the bidding on a second Appaloosa that wound up costing $3500 bucks. Then, a guy he's really good friends with asked if he could buy that horse from Mr Boss as he had someone who'd pay out the ass for him and Mr Boss let him do that because he wasn't sure how me and him were gonna work out me paying for the horse and, besides, this guy has done the same favor for him more'n once. Man. Now, however, Mr Boss knows how we're gonna do it (read: he gets me that fine a horse and I'm his SLAVE til it's paid off. That was my first offer and he seemed to find it acceptable.... *giggle* While we were discussing this, I said "Wow. Here I am, looking for a one-eyed (at least), four-legged (as opposed to the stupid mare), free App and there YOU are..." Mr Boss jumps in with, "Yeah. I know. But, if yer gonna have a horse, have a HORSE... a good one." I like how he thinks....) and he's going to another huge sale the first week of May (as in "right after my birthday, God, if yer listenin'...). Plus, again, Mr Boss said I'll be back to work soon.
Meanwhile, I got to see SuperHorse, Mad William, the other stallion and everybody else and they all seemed to remember me and were glad to see me. Hell the pony even whinnied her ass off and ran around the paddock.
*smiling HUGE* Now, I need to go back over there to return the appliance dolly, then go to the bank, then come home and... find something to do. BUT FIRST, I need to finish waking up.
My head's awake, but my body... oof. Talk about "morning wood". That'd be my whole body. Stiff.
It's loosening up, though. Well...
Off to the "library" now.
Back later.
Meanwhile... Peace, y'all.
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April 22, 2006
Okay, so between the bank and the friggin' horses, I hated yesterday almost completely and today wasn't starting out so wonderful either, but...
It's getting better with every passing minute... (so far *raps on skull in lieu of wood*)
First, the same chick who came and took home three kittens a week or so ago came back today to return my cat-carrier and took another kitten.Granted, she showed up unannounced, hence my house wasn't what I consider "people clean" but, after she got back home, she called me later in the day to tell me she's found a pet shop that'll take a few, too. She's pretty cool.
Found her in my local Freecycle group. Then, I kinda get the house halfway clean and the washer takes it's first serious shit. Thing's only over 20 years old and has been moved with me 4 or 5 times so far and Lord only knows what it went through prior to that, so I didn't get mad.
Hell, I figured it was "the third thing".
You know how bad shit happens in threes?
Well, I figured me not working is #1.
This horsehockey with Eric's check being #2 (which is a post unto itself, which I shall stick in the EP for your amusement and astonishment that I am even remotely sane at this point especially considering the fact that I don't get stoned 24/7 like I used to anymore).
Then, the washer dying was #3. So, I was being philosophical about the whole deal. Then, George fixed it.
Yay... Then, I run into Mrs Boss and find out about work and the App and feel way much better. Then, I remember the bankruptcy and kinda got knotted up again. Tried calling the 800 number for the bank and got only totally unhelpful dotheads.
Then, I actually FOUND the damned bankruptcy papers that say it's been discharged and is over with, along with my divorce papers from hubby #1 and my SS card, which I hadn't seen since we moved here AND and my favorite picture of me EVER... my Jersey DL from yeeeears ago. (I had access to a mirror mere minutes before the picture was taken and it came out GOOD. That's why I still have it.) So, that's all the shit I need for the bank, the DMV to get my license renewed and to get my SS card corrected with my current last name before it changes again. And, knowing the way shit works in my life, I fully expect something HUGE to break through with that, once I get my name changed and everything straight finally.
Liiiike, as soon as I get my current last name on my card, the Jersey BC will die or divorce papers with his name on them will magically appear in the mailbox from her. (Since she fucked it up last time, after being the one to "want" the fuckin' divorce, we made it known, through George, to her long ago that SHE will be paying for the divorce this time. Made it out like it ain't no concern to us, we're fine just being together and she ain't botherin' us a damned bit. This is the attitude we've taken with her all along... a very bored "whatEVER, bitch" kinda thing. We do this specifically because we know it makes her so completely insanely pissed, she eats her own face. We're hoping it someday makes her head literally, actually explode. We just hope Jr. is clear of the splatter.) Anyway, once I change it, I'll "hafta" change it again.
This I know. And, the idea of getting alla this shit done, including getting the car inspected some (damned) day and all of us being 100% provably legal is kinda exciting/unsettling/too-"adult"-for-my-comfort. I mean, I still haven't gotten Vic inspected from waaaay back last September when we got him on the road and moved here. I've had the wrong last name on my soash card for over 20 years. Eric hasn't had "valid ID" for about 5 years. I haven't had any kind of bank account for about 6 years. And, to me personally, the most scary of all... I have a ton of cats I need "official" help with to get them all spayed/neutered. The money I'm gonna need scares me bad enough. But, the involvement of any "official" people terrifies me, because I see all the time on the shows on Animal Planet how they get involved and suddenly you have no animals left and I ain't havin' THAT. But, this needs to be done and it'll be ever s'much better after it is. I just have to, again, find the most low-keyed groups to turn to. ANYBODY getting involved scares me because of "for your own good-ers", but I've been looking into it and there are a few groups I think I can ask things of about this shit, if not trust. I've been living as "under the radar" as I can for the last few years.
After the shit I went through the first few hundred years of my life, I like it this way. I don't wanna be able to be "found". I like being as anonymous and low-key and invisible as possible. Thank goodness none of what I'm about to have to do is gonna "out" me too awful much. And, no matter how "known" I am, Eric will be less so and that's good. Til that bitch dies, he stays as "unknown" as we can make it. No bank account (that she could raid) or any of that shit. His shit is safe "in my name" and he knows it. George can vouch for that.
I'm not one of "those" kinda women.
I can be trusted with shit like this. Anyway... It's about 11:30 or so.
Everybody but me is asleep.
The house is mostly done and I'm gonna go finish it while I bake a cake.
Then, I'll be able to sleep, knowing that I have as many ducks in a row as I can find to tackle the crrrrAP that's coming due after lo, these many years. Hell, I'm fuckin' lucky I got by with this as long as I have.
I know that. And, I've also learned by it how to do this as low-key as it can be done and continue with my (mostly) unmolested way of life. And Mr Boss was bidding on an Appaloosa for me last night.
Holy wow... *shaking head*
Knee deep in hot water, broke out in cold sweat.
Can't catch a turtle, in this rat race.
Feels like I'm losing, at a breakneck pace. Afraid of my own shadow, in the face of grace.
Heart full of darkness, spotlight on my face.
There was love all around me, but I was looking for revenge.
Thank God it never found me, would have been the end. Walkin' the tight rope, steppin on my friends
Walkin' the tight rope, was a shame and a sin.
Walkin' the tight rope, between wrong and right.
Walkin' the tight rope, both day and night. (Solo) Lookin' back in front of me, in the mirror's grin.
Through eyes of love I see, I'm really lookin at a friend
We've had all our problems, that's the way life is.
My heart goes out to others, who are there to make amends. (Walkin' the tightrope) Trying to make it right
Every day and every night
Bring it all around.
From the lost to found.
Streched around the world.
Save the boys and girls.
Let's make it right.
Do it, do it tonight.
Walkin the tightrope
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Oh. My. God....
I went to the grocery store a little while ago and as I was checking out, I heard someone call my name.
I look up and it's Mrs Boss.She said she saw my car outside and wanted to make sure she found me. I may be back to work sooner than I thought I'd be.
Like... maybe soon after Tuesday.
That's when Mrs Boss has a meeting to go to about one of the "barn-like buildings" they sell. She'll know Tuesday night whether or not it's gonna go through and she said she's gonna call me and let me know. She also said that Mr Boss was... ...was bidding on an Appaloosa for me last night!!!! She said the price went over $750 bucks, which was all he had on him, so he didn't get the horse, but... WOW!!!! I swear... one five minute conversation with her and I feel ever s'much better than I did. I said something goofy about my birthday coming up and that if I had to choose, I'd take my job back now and worry about the horse later, but I'm sure she could tell how happy and relieved I was about it all... They're going to that show tomorrow morning.
So, I'll definitely be stopping over there tomorrow afternoon to see Hank's ribbons and see how my favorite baby, Mad William, did in his class. Now... I have a question about banking and shit. If you declared a bankruptcy at some point in time, which I did several years ago, when George and I were stuck in the most disgusting town in South Jersey, how long does that come up/go against you/cause a problem with trying to open a bank account? And, if it does cause a problem, what kinda problem is it?
Will they still let ya open an account, but with restrictions, or what? I happened to remember that we did that years ago earlier today and, the scariest part is that it's the same bank, or at least has the same name... Sovereign.
(And, the bankruptcy happened back in Jersey and now I'm in Pa. That have any bearing on the situation?) Anybody have any special info about them in particular, by any chance? Okay... now back to my E! True Hollywood Story about Charlie Sheen and Assface. Back later... Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 07:26 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Denise Richards is a typical cuntbag...
Now, it's no secret that I reeeally, reeeeally like Charlie Sheen. I've said it a million times, have a coupla "favorite" movies that he stars in and I've even posted his picture here a few times.
BUT... What I'm feeling, thinking and about to unload about that skank whore has more to do with her idiotic, infantile, immature, bullshit behavior than how much I like Charlie. MEN!!!!Fuckin' PAY ATTENTION HERE, wouldja's?
For ONCE??? Get it through your pecker's HEAD that choosing a female based on looks (Charlie's biggest fuckup in alla this) is STOO-PID. And, that MUST be what he based his choice on.
Could not have POSSIBLY been her "brains", because, OBVIOUSLY she hasn't any...
I mean, Jesus, Charlie ONLY has a rep for being a male whore-dog with "dependency problems".
It's only been in the frickin' news for years.
His own DAD held a press conference about it.
So... don't even TRY to tell me this bim had no clue about who and what Charlie WAS before she married him, which by the way, I hate her for.
(Yeah. I know... "like I had a chance..." Shaddap.) What he still is is A GUY!!!
Guys do weird shit.
Get over it. First, this stupid whore marries a man who is KNOWN for his prodigeous appetites, be it alcohol, coke or women.
As far back as the Heidi Fleiss horseshit, Charlie was sweatin' it in the news.
Scared pissless that he was gonna go down with that dumbass broad. So, Asshole Richards marries him anyway. Then, she pulls this shit. She wants a divorce.
No, she doesn't.
Yes, she does. Now... she wants to act like a certain bloodless cunt in Georgia we all know, are disgusted by, detest, and wish bad things on. See? She's a total piece of shit. She's common.
A common, hystrionic, lying assnugget. I cannot believe that she's all freaked out by Charlie surfing porn.
First of all... who gives a fuck about that?
(Except one retard I know of, whom I also hate, who used to have a blog, kept changing it when she pissed people off, moved to Washington state and even managed to piss off one of the nicest women I've ever "met" online and who has become a mental-case laughingstock and is used by the GOC (also in Georgia) as a "Whack-a-Troll" every time she pops up with yet another stupid blog, you go Denny... yes, this moron also divorced her stupid husband for surfing porn. And, I call him "stupid" for having married her pathetic, INSANE ass in the first place.) Any-fuckin'-way...
(One cuntbag at a time... so many cuntbags, so little time...)
Due to his alleged porn and prostitution habits, an allegedly severe sports gambling addiction, and a litany of other undesirable personality traits as laid out in her declaration, Richards said she was uncomfortable entrusting Sheen with their two daughters, two-year-old Sam and 10-month-old Lola....So, Stupidcunt is "uncomfortable" letting Charlie see the kids, but she's okay with having MADE THEM WITH HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!
Again, when even some lost tribe of people that we've never even seen has GOT to have heard about Charlie's "habits". Please, bitch.
According to Richards' declaration, things came to a head on Apr. 9, when she said she she told Sheen that if he proceeded with his threats to take her to court regarding overnight visitation with the girls, she would have no choice but to come out with the claims in her declaration....Translated means... "Yo, Sheen. You do EXACTLY what I want, HOW I WANT, no "courts" involved (because then I may lose) OR, I'll go public with my twisted take on your behavior." Hmmm.
No where have I heard THAT SHIT before? Let's see... I've heard it in Jersey (which didn't work out too well for THAT cunt- HA!), in Georgia and just about every other time a relationship involving
She claimed Sheen told her "[she] would never get to court because [she] would be f--king dead!" and to enjoy her parents "while they are still around." (How's about some fuckin' PROOF, ya goddamned "lying to get what ya want" twat?) In response to the alleged threats, Richards sought a temporary restraining order against Sheen and asked the court to require that his visits with the couple's daughters be monitored by a police officer, as well as by the children's nanny, or else be suspended altogether.Do WHAT? She wants a fuckin' COP to sit with Charlie and the kids just because she SAYS he said that? My achin' ASS. From the other article...
Sheen was ordered to stay at least 300 feet from Richards, her home, her car and their two young daughters except during supervised visits with the children, according to court documents filed in Los Angeles Superior Court.Why?
What the fuck basis for this shit does she, or the court, have?
Her unsubstantiated word?
What the fuck, ya know? There has been NOTHING said about his abusing the kids or doing anything harmful to them.
Are they basing this horseshit on his PRIOR behavior? The behavior he exhibited BEFORE this cumdumpster married him?
Shit.
Somebody oughta take those kids away from HER for being so stupid, then and now. It's obvious as hell that this bitch will say or do whatever she feels she has to, including lying, manipulating whatever tiny bit truth there may be, playing the "I'm a helpless little female" card and being a cunt to get what she wants. What's she want? The same damned thing most bitches want. To snag some poor bastard, have kids with him, then dump him without having to give up the money. Women DO do that shit.
Some bitches PLAN it that way...
Don't believe me?
Take a look at the one in Georgia.
That one makes MORE than Rob did, yet still sues for "support".
And, tries to wring more money outta the man every time he breathes. Myself, I think it's an abomination that women constantly have kids that they, themselves, cannot possibly hope to "support" ALONE in the first place.
Especially when they make more than enough to do so.
So, as bad as most women are, Jennifer is worse, in other words. Seems to me, if these cunts "just want a baby", or actually gave a fuck about a baby, they'd make plans to make damned sure they could go it alone. I mean, what if the guy dies? Then what?
(Well, then he'd be free from alla this shit, but that's not the point...) The point is that if you can't afford what ya want ON YOUR OWN, you have no business obtaining it, whether it be a kid, a car, a house or whatever. Does ANYBODY have kids for the only RIGHT reason anymore?
The "right" reason being that two people love each other so fuckin' much that they wanna see their love personified, running around in diapers, to perpetuate that love? No.
Doesn't seem so. AND, if Michael Jackson, who has been in court more times than is sane because of accusations of ACTUAL CHILD ABUSE still has custody of his rugrats, then Charlie and about 99.999% of the rest of the male population damned well oughta be allowed AT LEAST joint custody of their spawn. God, this shit simultaneously makes me so fuckin' mad I can't see straight and forever grateful for my defective ovaries. Now, before I get off into how women don't, didn't and never will want "equal rights" but CONTROL, and how far the pendulum of fairness has swung against men and that we now face a future that's gonna be filled with people with an even more intense, twisted sense of entitlement due to being raised by losers like today's "Mom's", I'm outta here. I have shit that I need to go do... But, again, I feel compelled to say... Men, please.
Do yourselves a favor and QUIT CHOOSING WOMEN BASED ON LOOKS.
Looks can be bought and paid for at any local plastic surgeon's office. If you're horny, do what Charlie used to do... pay for it AS YOU GO.
Hire whores who at least only charge for whatcha get, as opposed to the cunts who "charge" you for the rest of your lives for whatcha HAD.
I mean, fuck man... if a guy as gorgeous as Charlie fuckin' SHEEN paid for ass, ya oughta tell yourself you're in good company and do the same. When it comes to a lifetime partner, a woman who you can trust, love and spend your life with, y'all are just gonna hafta get real in your "beauty" standards and pick a REAL WOMAN who has a heart, brains and some kind of integrity. Or, y'all can continue to be swayed by fake, surface beauty and keep getting dicked. And, what's REALLY more beautiful?
Some bim who can afford to have her looks manipulated by a surgeon (yet can't afford to raise a kid alone) or a woman who really loves you and looks at you with that love shining in her eyes every time she sees you, even if she isn't a model? Please, for your own sakes... think about it. They can only fuck you over as hard and as long as you let them. (And, tell your dicks to shut up, quit listening them and doing what they compell you to do. Your dick isn't the one who is gonna hafta pay the price, is he? No. Honestly, if a human friend of yours gave y'all such shitty "advice" time after time, you'd not only quit listening to him, you'd eventually kick his ass for trying to sabotage you, wouldn't you? Well... same deal. Your dick is NOT your friend. He's a horndog who wants to get laid no matter WHAT it costs you, so... use your OWN brain and tell him to STFU for once. Give THAT a shot. The outcome cannot possibly be worse than whatch'all are being put through now, could it?)
Posted by: Stevie at 10:53 AM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
April 21, 2006
Dear Action and Brandy, you two idiotic, asshole horses...
Bite me, you fucknozzles.
This is thee last time ever that you two are gonna do this shit to me.I come out there to bring you dickheads in and all you two pusbags wanna do is run off? FINE. I'll remember this the next time it's supposed to RAIN FOR FIVE DAYS and not waste my time DROWNING on your behalves (behalfs? whatEVER). oh and by the way... Storm, THE ONLY HORSE WORTH A GOOD GODDAMN would never have put me through this, so, basically... right now I hate you both. Drippingly yours,
me-
the pissed off person who was just traipsing around out there trying to be NICE to you two dillholes
Posted by: Stevie at 08:23 PM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Oh yeah... I knew something bad was coming...
I've been in a weird mood all day to begin with, right?
(Right. See earlier post... *rolls eyes*)
Hasta be, because later on, I found myself getting misty eyed over frickin' Little House on the Prairie, of all stupid things. Then, when I went to get Eric's check (and mine from his Boss, thank GOD for teeny tiny favors), I felt sick.
Not "puking" sick, just that feeling of nausea, deep down in the pit of my gut, telling me that something shitty was in the works. I go to the bank, cash my check (for all of $35.00) and find out that they've changed the way they do things, hence there may be a problem getting Eric's cashed. See, he has no ID, basically.
I mean, he does have a photo ID, it's just that it's from Jersey, it's his DL and it expired over a year ago.
Still... they've let him use it every. single. time. so far... til tonight.
Assnuggets. So, I come home and find his Boss to give him a "heads up" about the whole deal.
I know he cares enough about and likes Eric way more'n enough to not let him go without his money... his Boss is a really, really good man, like I've said two thousand times before. So, we go to see if we can get Eric's check cashed and... nope.
Not without a valid ID. Well, shit people.
If his having a valid ID was that easy, HE'D ALREADY HAVE IT, fer fuck's sake. The reason he doesn't currently have one can be traced directly back to that cuntbag in Jersey that he didn't leave soon enough.
(The second after he met her woulda been the time to run for the hills, by the way...) He had a valid license, at first.
Then, when we moved to Bucks, that boss thought the amount he pays for support (child and spousal combined) was stupid (he's right about that), SO he didn't deduct enough for the first year or so and Eric got behind.
So far behind that they suspended his Jersey DL. Well...
That was fun.
Not. We got that shit taken care of, caught up and all almost a year ago, clearing the suspension, but... we live in Pa. now, so he doesn't need a Jersey DL and besides, Pa. requires a birth certificate (among other things) to get a DL here, which, thanks to the cunt, we don't have.
She didn't give him SHIT when he left.
NONE of his stuff.
No clothes, no paperwork, no nuttin. Anyway...
We got the "support" shit straight.
Got a letter from the case worker guy that he's eligible to have his license again. HOWEVER... before he can even begin to jump through Pa.'s hoops, he has to pay the restoration fee to Jersey for them to clear it up in the computer system.
(I think...)
PLUS, he has to do all this retarded shit in order to get a certified copy of his birth certificate for Pa. anyway...
This entails having forms printed offa the computer (I don't have a printer), getting a notorized letter saying he is who he says he is (and how da FUCK do ya do that without the ID you're trying to get by doing alla this in the first fuckin' place?), getting the money together and sending it all to Orange County California, where he was born. So... it hasn't been done.
Besides, he's been okay with the old Jersey license for ID.... til now. Well...
We leave the bank.
I radio the Boss and tell him what's up.
He says he'll take care of it tomorrow, if that's okay (which it certainly is. I know they have a banquet to go to tonight. In fact, that's where he and Eric are now, as I type). We come home and I get online to look all this shit up again to see what we need to do.
We need a notory.
Shit.
No ID and nobody out here knows us...
Hmmmm.... Look in the Yellow pages and find a place right down the road called "Rick's Auto" and call them (because they have the same name as what everybody "back home" in Idaho calls Eric. I'm weird like that... ) Anyway... it worked!
I got some chick on the phone, me almost in tears, tell her the whole story in less than 15 minutes and she says to come on over whenever we can, just call her so she knows we're coming, and she'll do it. She'll notorize the "I am who I am" letter for us. I then go to MY bank, the one I WAS using to cash my checks from the horse farm. I love that bank.
I talked to one of the girls, again, gave her the abbreviated version of "the whole story" and she tells me... "This can be done." I can open an accout in MY name and deposit his checks.
Money won't be available until a day later (unless we have the amount of his check in the account already... standard bank crap, I know), but... it's a fix for now. So...
What coulda sucked worse than anything has ever sucked before ain't gonna be that bad. Now, I am skipping one step here... one thing I did. When I was driving home from the "bad" bank the first time, even before I got with the Boss, I called George.
I needed to talk to somebody and Eric's radio had died, so I called George and told him what was going on.
He helps us all the time with shit anyway and, basically, what he said this time was he's not going anywhere, so relax, we'll figure something out.
(Which, if ya know George, means "I'll help ya with money. Stop freaking out...") So again... what coulda been absolute crap, is gonna be okay. First of all, George'll help.
Second, the Boss'll get Eric his pay tomorrow.
Third, I can have a bank account to keep Eric's pay freed up.
Fourth, his Boss now knows what's going on with the whole deal and I'm sure if there's anything he can do to help, he will.
Fifth, we now have a Boss man in our lives that I can say that about.
Sixth, by the time alla this shit is over with, Eric'll have his license back finally and be legal and have ID and that cunt in Jersey can go fuck herself. What a fustercluck this is gonna be, in some respects, though...
*giggling and scratching head vigorously* I have to get the Boss's wife to print some shit offa the computer for California.
Then, get the "I'm me" letter notorized.
Then, get the money for it.
Then, send it off.
While we wait for it to come back, I need to contact Jersey to see if they do require the restoration fee, even though he's not gonna be getting a Jersey license.
If they do, shit that money and send it... or better still... TAKE IT THERE IN PERSON, just to expedite things. Meanwhile, I need to go get another mugshot my own self.
I don't WANT another disgusting photo DL again, but, thanks to a buncha towelheads slamming airplanes into the WTC, this is what ya hafta do. Hell, alla this shit is because of that shit.
The stupid woman at the bad bank even said that... "Terrorism and all... can't have that. Must have ID..." 'Scuse me, but... IT"S BEEN SIX FUCKIN' YEARS, ASSWIPES!!!!! Don'tcha think y'all are nailing the barn door shut after the horse has been stolen, made into dog food and is already a white clump of shit in the fuckin' YARD???? Jesus GAWD. I feel three ways at once about alla this... 1.) What a bunch of horseshit. I now hate towelheads, dotheads, sandnigga's, camel jockeys or whatever the fuck they are, as well as my usual "if yer Vietnamese, fuck you" thing from 30 years ago. 2.) I kinda wish the opportunity to have this shit done anytime in the last 5 years had made itself known.
(I feel like shit for letting it go this long, but fuckall... what am I? A magic fairy who can make cash and time abundant, while minimizing beaurocratic bullshit? NO. *siiigh*) 3.) At least when it's all said and done, he'll be in good shape. He'll be able to drive again, legally, which I know he wants... badly. And, I also feel a fourth way... I have a headache. AND, I hafta go get the horses in because it's supposed to rain and it's damned near dark, but I couldn't go do that with alla this shit in my head.
I HAD to get it out first.
Hell, I've been needing to get it out since the first time I left the bad bank... "Bad bank.... baaaad bank" *slap, punch, kick* The good news is, while I haven't shortened my story-telling any, I am typing almost faster than my brain can think.
With two fingers. So, if there are any typos....
*clicks "preview"* Found two and fixed 'em.
If there are anymore, forgive me.
Considering the fact that when I sat down here all I wanted to doat first was slam my head on the keyboard repeatedly, I think I did good. Now... off to bring the horses in.
By myself.
What fun. Back later. Peace
(da FUCK it that? "peace" whatta concept... pft.) UPDATE 12 seconds later... Oh good.
NOW IT'S RAINING.
Posted by: Stevie at 06:58 PM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I swear to somebody else, God hates me...
I just went to the gas station to get cigarettes, right?
Not even two whole miles.
Nope.
Alla that, plus turning 43 in less than 10 days isn't enough. Oh noooooo.... In a "less-than-10-minute-trip" what do I have to see?
Twice, going and coming back? Some fuckin' BITCH on an Appaloosa. Swear to FUCK, I'm about to throw myself off an overpass in front of a fuckin' truck. Thanks, God.
You're real fuckin' funny.
NOT. (Oh yes, I just loooove going to buy cigarettes and ending up in tears....)
Posted by: Stevie at 09:31 AM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
April 19, 2006
Hi person from Jersey who knows Daretown Lake, whoever ya are...
I saw ya in my stat logs.
Wonder who you are?
John Miller?
Me? Having mentally travelled back to Daretown Lake and that time in my life led me to one question... GLENN DAVIS!!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YA, MAN???? I know where Mike is.
I know where I am.
I'd LIKE to know where Johnny is.
I'd love, beyond all reason, to know where Glenn is. AND... if it KILLS me, I'm gonna keep looking for Glenn til I find him. So, on that note... Glenn Davis
Woodstown High School
Class of 81
Cherry Hill High School
Football
US Navy SEALs
Pole Tavern
San Diego
Glenn Davis
Glenn Davis
GLENN DAVIS, damn it. Frickin' FIND ME, wouldja?
So I can find YOU, okay?
Please? Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 09:59 PM | Comments (1) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay, ya wanna know why?
Wanna know why...
I hate hunters? And...This "child support" HORSESHIT needs to be reworked a little more FAIRLY? I hope whomever killed that horse ends up being some hee-uge bull's "wife" in jail for the rest of his life. Not only did he kill the horse, he also pussied out by not admitting it and apologizing, among other things. The "child support kller"?
I don't quite see why he had to shoot the old lady and co-workers, but... Well, lem'me quote Sam Kinison... kind of... I may not condone his method of dealing with the child-support-suckin'-bitch (then again... maybe I do), but...
I UNDERSTAND IT!!!!!!! Maybe after another 99 or 100 of these money-grubbin' turdburglers are dealt with like this, somebody will do something to change the way men get cornholed in this situation.
Or maybe not.
But something needs to be done.
Now. As for the other... just how in thee FUCK to you confuse a HORSE with a goddmned TURKEY? You don't. Hence, there IS NO EXCUSE.
I just hope I don't know the dickhead personally because if I do.... whoo. If it turns out I do know the dick who did this, the very LEAST I'll do is contact him and rip him a new asshole.
On the other hand, it'd also be a good reason to actually GO to Jersey to plant my foot squarely in his ballsack. Several times. Lord GAWD, I can't stand (some) people who hunt, whether it's animals (story #1) or a free fuckin' ride (story #2), which is alllll that "child support" IS anymore. (By the way... why the hell are turkeys in season NOW and not in November? That's just stupid. This time of year is when babies are being born and hatched, which makes this even worse. Yeah. Go on out and prove your manhood by killing animals who have babies that need to be raised. Real good. Losers...)
Posted by: Stevie at 08:32 AM | Comments (8) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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