March 05, 2006
What what, Cat?
I've got an annoying bitch in my house that I can't stand the sound, let alone the look or presence, of.
She's been here before, as my not-yet-ex-husband's girlfriend, for a day or two at a time, but, this time it's waaaay different and this time I hate it. That's because he (my soon-to-be-ex-husband) tried to break up with her a few weeks ago and she pulled this manipulative horseshit on him about needing to go into the hospital because she was "going crazy" because he broke up with her annoying, fat ass and she guilt tripped him and manipulated her way HERE with him for what may be as long as two weeks. See, he's here because he ran out of work back in Jersey. He's a contractor/builder/remodeler and the guy he was working with has health issues to deal with and hasn't been finding any new jobs for them.So... he came out here to see me and Eric (we're all good friends, us three are) and he's found work here, which is GREAT and if he wants to stay here indefinitely and work that's fine. Unfortunately, he got guilt tripped and manipulated into bringing the piece of shit girl he was "seeing" and broke up with weeks ago with him.
Plus, he was all but flat broke and she used her "suckin' the gummint tit" check to pay for the gas to get here. And, this bitch is friends with the cunt Eric used to be stuck with and she's EXACTLY like her... which we ALL hate.
None of us want that bullshit brought here. Not me, not Eric and (more every day) not George. When they first got here Wednesday, George wasn't sure how long they'd be here. It was either gonna be four days or maybe two weeks, depending on whether or not he found work.
Which, he did find work, like I said. Now, this stupid bitch thinks they're gonna be here forever or some damned thing and I hate that and I hate HER.
She's fucking up EVERYTHING. My routine, my life, my peace and quiet, my privacy and even my goddamned dog.
She's so fuckin' STUPID, she keeps referring to Tyler as "she" when he's got a dick and she's been told two million fuckin' times already that he's a BOY.
That's just how utterly fuckin' stupid and useless she is. Man... I can't even take a piss in peace.
I went into the bathroom when I got home from work today and less than five minutes later, there SHE was, knockin' on the fuckin' door.
Lazy cunt's been here all fuckin' DAY, yet she just haaaaas to interrupt ME when I'm in there, fuckin' bitch.
Have I mentioned I hate her? It's taking everything I have to not stab her in the face repeatedly. "I don't mean to bother you..." (/whiney voice) THEN DON'T!!!!!! YA FUCK!!!!!!
WADDLE OFF SOMEPLACE AND DIE!!!!!! Gawd almighty DAMN, ya know? If she would simply shut the FUCK up once in a fuckin' while, not even LOOK at me, let alone speak to me and keep to HERSELF, I might be able to control my temper better.
But... she doesn't. Hell, today the minute, the very minute I walked in the door, I grabbed my bottle of Tequila Rose outta the fridge and started drinking straight from the bottle.
Then, I went out and bought another one.
Didn't have my usual grilled cheeses and soup, didn't eat SHIT... just switched right from coffee to tequila. Yeah... it's that bad.
I hate it that much. She's so fuckin' disgusting, annoying and useless, she may not even be here the whole "two weeks". George is ready to take her skanky ass back to Jersey NOW, if he had the funds to get there and back for his job. Anybody wanna contribute to a "Save Stevie's Sanity" fund?
We could raise the money for him to afford to be able to get her the fuck outta here NOW.
Or, wouldja's rather contribute to my BAIL, after I kill this bitch? I do believe he's leaning rather heavily toward taking her back next week, after he gets paid.
If he doesn't get paid next week, if he gets paid the week after that, well... me and Eric both get paid next week and we will most CERTAINLY give him however much he needs to get there and back.
We want her GONE, never to return. George was just trying to be nice, trying to get her away from her own bullshit excuse for a life for a bit, but... that's already biting him on the ass. He also feels bad for her parents because, since getting her stupid self evicted from her apartment, she's living with them.
They're actually nice people, so I've heard.
So, he feels bad for them because of her and he feels, or felt, bad for her because he broke up with her, but, she's even fucking that up by driving him, me and Eric fuckin' nuts. Wanna know the best time us three have had so far?
It was earlier tonight...
The lazy bitch "took a nap" for about 7 hours and all three of us were hangin' together in the living room, watching TV together, bullshittin' and having fun.
Then she woke up.
THEN she hadda come back downstairs, damn it.
That was the end of that. Eric went to bed.
Tyler went shortly thereafter.
Then, a little later, George went to go to bed and she went with him, which was good for ME but sucks ASS for him, poor bastard. So, here I sit, typing alla my "wanna kill her" outta me... I hope, watching some shit on MSNBC about a serial murderer.
Taking notes, too....
(You laugh... think I'm joking? If I can avoid his mistakes...) And, Monday... oh God fuckin' help me, Monday. Monday, George'll be gone all day working.
Eric will be outside all day working.
I'll be stuck here with this fuckhole all goddamned day, after I get done working.
She doesn't "work".
She collects every form of disability and welfare the State of New fuckin' Jersey has.
Fuckin' lazy, useless cunt. Ya know... if I am gonna die in my early 40's like my stupid mother did, Sunday night would be FINE with me.... In four lousy days, this bitch has got me so tightly wound that at work today, I was cleaning the stalls with tears, endless tears, streaming down my face.
I was so fuckin' angry about alla this and her being in my house that I could NOT stop crying.
Just knowing I have no place to go to escape from her is making me fuckin' MENTAL.
Seriously fuckin' mental, as in "temporary insanity" as in "defense for killing her". I want her out of my house.
I want her out of my life.
I never, ever want to see, hear about or from her ever again. In the meantime, I also do not wanna hafta hear Eric's ex's name every 14 friggin' minutes, nor do I wanna hear the same three tired, boring-assed stories of hers, nor do I wanna be subjected to her at all.
She is every thing that's wrong with women and every kind of "for shit" woman all rolled into one 5 foot, 200 pound, toothless, inbred package. I simply detest every iota of what, how and who she is. The absolutely only good thing I can say about her is that she's not twins.
Thank CHRIST for small favors. Now I understand why animals chew their own legs off to get out of traps.
I really do. Pray for me, peoples...
I need all the help I can possibly get.
Posted by: Stevie at 12:30 AM | Comments (10) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
March 04, 2006
Well, thank God there's one bit of good... no... great news...
Posted by: Stevie at 11:09 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I would go on and lose my mind, but it's not really "big" enough to warrant the effort...
It's gonna be two weeks.
God fuckin' HELP ME!!! it's gonna be two weeks.
Not so much... She is the epitome, the very definition of annoying.
She talks too much, she talks too much about stupid shit I don't wanna hear about and the very sound of her voice makes my brain melt.
She giggles like a chipmunk on crack, too. Not to even mention the whole "is in my way every goddamn place I go" routine. And, speaking of "routine"... mine is shot all to hell. Man, I had my ass in gear, too.
Going to bed early, getting up early, eating breakfast and leaving the house in less than an hour... Not anymore... obviously. Like this morning... (Friday morning I mean).
I wake to the sound of two of my stupid cats bitch-slapping and arguing with each other.
I come downstairs to dogfood scattered all over the kitchen floor and HER, awake, yakking at me non-stop, which I hate outta anybody when I first wake up, let alone HER. I whole-heartedly subscribe to Maxine's maxim... "Don't bother me before my first cuppa coffee... In fact, don't bother me AT ALL." How hard is that? Very.
Apparently. My hand to GOD, if she brings up Eric's ex ONE MORE FUCKIN' TIME, I WILL be forced to kill her.
I am SICK of hearing about her and it's only been two days... *sob* I'm gonna hafta switch back to being a hamster or someone is gonna bleed.
And, I am gonna HAVE TO find weed, even if I go down in the attempt. Everything I've done to improve myself is gonna go straight to hell.
Ain't no fuckin' way I'm gonna survive another 12 days of this
I just waited for George to come out into the kitchen (where I've been living for the last two days, she's pluggin' up my livingroom...) and asked him about it. He totally allayed my HORROR and said she'll be here ONLY two weeks and he'll be back to finish the job he got re-doing a cabin for a guy up the road after he drops her stupid ass back off in Jersey.
Thank Jesus. See, I know more about her bullshit than she knows I know.
And, I think that's adding to my irritation this time.
That, and knowing she's gonna be here for-fuckin'-EVER. Before, it's only been a coupla days at a time, but this time.... Put it this way... if you wanna feel like you're living forever, live with a person like her.
It makes every second seem like a goddamned YEAR. Plus, her whole "I'm losing my mind and hafta go to a psychiatric hospital because you broke up with me" shit she pulled on George is pissin' me RIGHT off. George doesn't deserve that shit. And, alla this "Honey", Sweetheart" and cutsey name crap she does... *puuuuke* Poor George....
He's too nice. Me, I'd have stayed gone from her and told her, "Go on into the hospital and GET HELP, YOU PSYCHO DICKBAG!!!"
But then... I hate women and I'm a bitch.
Of course, this kinda chick is WHY I hate women, but that's beside the point... right? Truly, I have absolutely no use for anybody who is friends with Eric's ex, but again... beside the point? Pft. Aaaanyway....
I can (I hope) do this for George... God knows he's done some weird shit for me before... and if he feels he needs to do this for some un-Godly reason, I can manage... I think. I hope... Meanwhile, as bad as this already is, I purely wanna kill myself thinking about Monday and every goddamned day after that, when George'll be working all day and so will Eric and I hafta come home from to HER here by MYSELF. Jesus fuck, ya know? I'd rather be living with my idiotic, boyfriend fucking MOTHER again.
Or dead. *biiiig sigh* God, I hate this... And, George... if you happen to see this, you KNOW what Xfire is for and just be glad I'm venting this way insteada all over her stupid ass, okay?
And, do NOT let her see, know or even HEAR about this site.
I need that approximately as much as I need a dick growin' outta my forehead.
(Though, I did peek at your "history" for the last coupla days and ya ain't been here yet. But... knowing my luck and all... ya know?)
Just keep it to yourself.
YOU can LIVE here if ya want, you know that.
Both of us like having YOU here.
Even Jessie, the horse-dog is cool.
But, this particular chick...
Not s'much.
Or... at all, really.
Only one person on Earth would be worse... the BC herself, ya know?
Honey?
*rolls eyes right outta head*
I don't know how you do it, Dude.
You are definitely a better man than me. Okay.
That made me giggle, so I think I'm done now.
If not, Monday is gonna finish me for sure. Unless I get to me first... or she does.
Which COULD happen...
("Could" hell... try IS.) God, give me strength.
Or weed.
Whichever's easier for You, Big Guy.
Just make it SOON.
And, DON'T DO THIS TO ME AGAIN, OKAY?
(I mean, c'mon Your Dudeness... I know I've not been perfect in my life, but I'm not Satan with tits, either, Ya know?)
(Yet, that is...)
Posted by: Stevie at 12:14 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
March 01, 2006
This made me laugh right out loud...
Two men were sitting next to each other at a bar. After a while, one guy looks at the other and says, "I can't help but think, from listening to you, that you're from Ireland."
The other guy responds proudly, "Yes, that I am!" The first guy says, "So am I! And where about from Ireland might you be?" The other guy answers, "I'm from Dublin, I am." The first guy responds, "Sure and begora, and so am I! And what street did you live on in Dublin?" The other guy says, "A lovely little area it was, I lived on McCleary Street in the old central part of town." The first guy says, "Faith & it's a small world, so did I! And to what school would you have been going?" The other guy answers, "Well now, I went to St. Mary's of course." The first guy gets really excited, and says, "And so did I. Tell me, what year did you graduate?" The other guy answers, "Well, now, I graduated in 1964." The first guy exclaims, "The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same bar tonight. Can you believe it, I graduated from St. Mary's in 1964 my own self." About this time, another guy walks into the bar, sits down, and orders a beer. The bartender walks over shaking his head & mutters, "It's going to be a long night tonight, the Murphy twins are drunk again." Either that, or my Uncle Pat MURPHY is talkin' to himself... Another one from Cat...David Letterman's top 10 reasons why there are no black NASCAR drivers:
#10 Have to sit upright while driving.
#9 Pistol won't stay under front seat.
#8 Engine noise drowns out the rap music.
#7 Pit crew can't work on car while holding up pants at the same time.
#6 They keep trying to carjack Dale Jr.
#5 Police cars on track interfere with race.
#4 No passenger seat for the Ho.
#3 No Cadillac's approved for competition.
#2 Can't wear helmet sideways. AND THE NUMBER ONE REASON WHY BLACKS CAN'T BE IN
NASCAR...
#1 When they crash their cars, they bail out and run. *lmfao*
Thanks Cat...
Love ya, Buddy!
Posted by: Stevie at 12:04 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Wanna see how frickin' weird my life is in one sentence?
Today my husband and his ex-girlfriend are coming to stay with me and my boyfriend for either four days or two weeks (yet to be determined), after said husband speaks to my boyfriend's wife about their divorce.
Now...how many people do YOU know who can say THAT? Mi vida loca...
Posted by: Stevie at 11:51 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
February 28, 2006
Dear dumb bitch trying to suck up to Morrison as he talks after Roadhouse Blues on the Greatest Hits CD...
Shut the fuck up you smarmy, stupid, wasted twat.
If you can't tell he hates you and wants you to just fuck off by the way he interrupts you, you're even more moronic than I think... if possible.
Posted by: Stevie at 05:06 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
February 27, 2006
Alright now... what the fuck, man?
First, he did it... last Friday.
Then, him... yesterday.
Mc Cloud.
Man, I even have and watch "Duel" on VHS. That is one kickass/scary movie. This is enough now.
Okay, God?
What are you doin', Your Dudeness? Stocking up for an Oscar party?
Posted by: Stevie at 02:00 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
February 25, 2006
Alright, person who Googled Glenn Davis from San Diego tonight at 6:07pm...
Are you my Glenn Davis???
If not, whatta coincidence... If ya are... say so! Man... this is wiggin' me out.This is actually the second time so far someone has landed here searching that name. So, it is working, but it needs to work better, as in THEE Glenn Davis needs to find me... or me him. Whichever, as long as I get to at least talk to the man again in my life, ya know. Glenn Davis
Glenn Davis
Glenn Davis
Woodstown High School
Cherry Hill High School
Navy SEAL I want to find "my" Glenn. Keep 'em comin', God.
Sooner or later, and hopefully SOONER, it's gonna be him. I know it.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:40 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Y'all are never gonna believe what I just got done doing...
I just got home from work.
Got to use Mr. Skidloader again today... yay.
He climbs aboard and I go park my ass on the little "steps" thing you use to help yerself get on a tall horse. Away he goes, round and round for a bit.
Hank did GREAT, especiallywhen you consider that he hasn't been ridden since last August... Then, Mr. Boss rides up and stops and says, "You wanna ride 'im?" Wha???
"Are you kidding?" "You wanna ride 'im?", he asks me again. "Oh HELL yes", I sputtered and I brought the "steps" over and climbed up onto the BEST HORSE I'VE EVER RIDDEN. It was fan-fuckin'-TASTIC!!!! That horse is amazing.
The headstall and reins are just about superfluous. Hank responds to voice, leg pressure and even just the slightest shift of your seat. His gaits are unequalled as far as smoothness and ride-ability and I still cannot believe I had my ass on a World Champion. Just got-damned WOW!!!!!, ya know? My year has been made.
I don't see how there can be a better day for the rest of my LIFE, let alone year... I'm still flying from it... I'm tellin' ya...
Pot has NOTHING on that experience.
Nothing. THIS is being "high". Simply amazing.... *That's how much he cost when Mr. Boss bought him years ago.
God only knows what he's worth now...
Posted by: Stevie at 12:56 PM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
February 24, 2006
God bless whomever invented the skidsteer...
I hurt so damned bad yesterday after work.
I didn't use the skidsteer. (Some people call 'em a skidloader, but whatever... same thing.)
Yay MR. Boss.
Yep.
MR. Boss. I wasn't sure how the hell I was gonna do it, I only knew I had to try and I did manage to talk him into letting me use the thing. Eric gave me the idea, kinda...
He said I should just ask Mr. Boss if I could show him what I can do with one of those things and I took it from there.
Plus, this morning, before I went to work, I said, "Yo, God. Can you pleeeease give me the right words to convince Mr. Boss about this BEFORE my arms fall off?" Seems like he did. I started off by telling him I had this idea...
Have had it for a while, but I was waiting for the morning Mrs. Boss didn't have him mad enough to bite a railroad spike in half and that he wasn't balls to the wall trying to catch up or keep up with shit, but that I was kinda running outta hope about that day ever arriving.
Meanwhile, "We're killing me and we're not using alla your equipment, including ME, to it's best advantage." I then told him it involved the skidloader.
I then hurriedly added that it wasn't about ME being allowed to drive the thing, and if he wanted to be the one to run it, fine, but I really, honestly believed that I could save HOURS of labor, his and mine, if we did the stalls that way. I told him it was from when all three of us (me, him and Mrs. Boss) had bedded the stalls a coupla weeks ago that I got the idea that cleaning the stalls using it would be a VAST improvement for all concerned. Then, I told him, "Look... let's try this... You drive it in here (the first barn I do, the "small" barn"). Just take it back to that furthest stall and I'll clean it right into the bucket of the skidloader.
Then the next one. Then, bring it back to here and I'll get those two (pointing to the two across the aisle from each other), then that one, then that one and I'll betcha it'll take considerably less than an hour." He looked intrigued. I then added that I was finding myself stuck between trying to make it easy on my arms and taking all got-damned day to get done.
"I try to make the loads lighter, but that just means more trips up and back and takes even longer, so I go back into full buckets and beat my arms to shit..."
"We can have you run the thing in here, then, when you see how much time it saves doing the actual cleaning, you can take me and the machine outside, or into the indoor arena or, hell, drop us off in the middle of the Pa. Turnpike, I don't care, and just tell me what ya wanna see me do... I can do ballet, reining or drive it like an old lady, whatever ya want AND if put so much as ONE SCRATCH on it or anything else, I will give you my car. Hell... I'll go get the title right now..." I musta conveyed my confidence very well, because I could tell he wasn't automatically vetoing the idea. BUT... instead of doing that then, he did the dragging of the wheeled bucket fulla shit and the hefting over the side of the spreader for that barn. I didn't give a shit, as long as it wasn't ME killing myself doing that.
Took about 35-40 minutes to do the whole barn instead of the usual hour or so. Having help is a gooood thing...
*grin* Then, we went down to the other barn and fed up, which he usually does by himself.
This included the brood mares who're kept in the indoor at night and while everybody was eating, we started gathering up the shit in the indoor from the mares.
Then, he gets the skidloader and followed me to a coupla piles of shit with it so I could fork it into the bucket.
(Usually, he cleans the indoor by himself with the skidloader, too...)
We got to a rather large pile that was gonna take a few minutes, so he gets outta the skidloader, left it running, and turned the brood mares out first. I got the large pile picked up and then started just pickin' up little scattered turds, waiting for him to come back so I could go to the next pile. He didn't come back, but he DID start turning out the other barn of horses. That was when it hit me that's he'd left both big doors of the indoor wiiiide open after he got the mares outta there. "Hmmm", I says to myself.... "I do b'lieve he's gonna let me do this." So, I hopped in and went to the next pile.
And, the next one. By the time I had alla shit picked up in there, he came back, dumped that load into the spreader and then he TOOK IT STRAIGHT INTO THE BIG BARN FOR ME!!!! "Yessss... thank you GOD!!!!" He parked it near the end stall and then said, "When you get done these two, just move it up as far as ya need and don't forget to take the brake off..." and went about his other farm business. Man, that was fuckin' GREAT!!! All false modesty aside, I went through that barn like shit through a goose.
Cleaned all 11 stalls in one hour and fifteen minutes.
Hell of an improvement over two and a half, three hours. I did so damned good with that thing that the babies were back in their clean stalls by 10am, instead of the usual "noon-ish". Mr. Boss even had time to ride three horses that some lady is gonna come see tomorrow to see if she wants to buy them.
(First time he's had time to ride since September...)
I stuck around for that, too.
I love to see a man on a horse who knows what he's doing, plus I wasn't dying from pain or anything (like usual by then), so I figured I'd give 'im a hand getting the horses ready to ride and I did. I had alla the barn work done and he'd gotten on those three horses all before 12:30. He thanked me for staying to help him and I thanked him for letting me use the skidloader. A good time was had by all. Now, since I'm not exhausted and in pain, I'm gonna finish the house, clean alla my critter cages and kitty potties and... maybe do some gymnastics?
I could, today.
I can actually get both hands over my head, like Rocky on the Art Museum steps, without crying.
Simply friggin' amazing... I even told Mr. Boss, "I'm not often openly proud of myself, even if I do do good, but, I am now, man... an hour and fifiteen minutes... Wow, ya know? That was even better'n I thought I'd do..." and grinned at him and he was grinning back. I think I made my point about how much better it would be.
I dearly hope we do the same thing tomorrow... which we should because he's got that lady coming by. Mrs. Boss said she was gonna talk to him about me using the loader the other day, after she let me do it.
Then, she turned around that night and put a horse into this one stall that isn't being used for a coupla days while it's horse is at another farm, being tried out, effectively screwing me outta having that "one less stall" to deal with. Why da hell she did that, I dunno.
When the original horse comes back, the horse she stuck in there will hafta go back into her original stall in the small barn and the colt she stuck in her stall in there is gonna hafta go back into his pen, not stall, so... da fuck was that about, except to get me to thinking... I realized that if Mrs. Boss was the one to broach the subject of me and the skidloader to Mr. Boss, he'd balk at it, no doubt, because it was "her idea" or "her way". He feels like she has no respect for "his way" (which she kinda doesn't... see my McGuyver post from the other day... *raised eyebrow*), so if she was the one saying it'd be a good idea, hell woulda been a Frigidaire dealership before he tried it. Plus, if she gives such a shit, why'd she "occupy" the empty stall like that, ya know?
Not to eeeven mention the approximately 97 other little things she's said she was gonna do, like talking to a friend of hers about helping me get alla these cats spayed and neutered someday, which she still has yet to get back to me about and selling me their brand of feed at her cost and all...
I don't wanna say "It's endless", but it is a rather looong-assed list so far, so....
I thought I'd maybe better deal with this myself.
My arms couldn't have waited for her to do it and for him to agree with her (about pretty much anything, let alone this). They're both really cool people, but there are "issues" that're getting between them like a wedge. (It's her parents... Her parents live in their (Mr. & Mrs. Boss's) house and it's a looong story... ugh.) If something doesn't give soon, you may see me in the background of a news story on TV, forking shit while the medical examiner makes "pronouncements", if ya get my drift... I don't know who's gonna snap first, but I gaurantee... somebody is gonna be bleeding.
*gawd he'p us all* I like 'em both and I listen to 'em both (whilst they bitch about each other), but I am NOT gonna get drug into the middle of this.
(Though, I have been thinking about it, of course, and have kinda decided whose side I'd end up on... wanna guess? I mean, c'mon... she HAS her people right there with her, he doesn't, ya know?)
(Besides, I'm not a total skunk... I didn't sell her out about what went on the other day, nor did I tell him she'd already let me use the skidsteer and that that's how I knew how well it'd work... so gim'me a break here. This shit is HARD to handle sometimes... Feels like I'm walking on GRENADE shells, fuck an "egg", ya know?) All I really want is to not have my arms fall off. Just gimme the skidloader, let me fork my shit, do whatever else y'all need help with (with the possible exception of "burying bodies"), and let me git home to my own shit.
'Kay?
Thank you veddy much. Horse people are nuts.
This I know because I is one... Peace P.S.
Oh, and Livey... I'm with you.
To hell with diamonds and alla that foo-foo "girlie" shit.
Just give me access to some decent tools and machinery and I'm a happy lil' bee-otch.
I do love me a skidsteer...
*cheeky grin* (Said in a goober voice...)
"I am going to pet him and hold him and love him and I'm going to name him George..."
Posted by: Stevie at 03:51 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I was peekin' at my Site Meter...
and noticed I was gettin' another Acidbath, so I moseyed on over to Gut Rumbles to see what was up.
Seems Rob mentioned my "his hiney" post and people are coming by because of it, so...
I proudly present...
(And, the man has seriously got some damned nice legs...) And, yes, I will moon ya quicker'n shit, especially using his bee-hind.
Anytime, anywhere, for just about any ol' reason... In case yer wonderin'...
My "reason" this time was that I've had a coupla lenghty posts since the first time I did this, so the hiney post got kinda buried and rather than make y'all search for it....
I just did it again.
*grin*
Posted by: Stevie at 12:01 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
February 22, 2006
Mr. Boss wasn't there again today....
Scary thought after Monday, huh?
This time, however, things went lots better even though we again didn't do it his way.
Trick was, we didn't really do it her way, either.
And, it were a good'un. I used the skidsteer. I drove it, I dumped the shit in the spreader with it and I didn't hit a damned thing.
'Course, I usually don't anyway...
(I grew up with DuPont Company safety standards being drilled into my head, so "careful" I am. OSHA could learn a few things about being safe from me...) Back when I was working on the dairy farm in Jersey, I could damned near do ballet with a skidsteer.
God Almighty, I love those things.
Outta all the farm equipment I can drive, those are my favorite. I took that puppy right on through the barn and forking the shit into it's bucket was EASY.
Got all but two stalls in it before I had to go dump it.
Then, I did the last two stalls and brought the babies in from the indoor arena and picked up the shit they left in there.
THEN, I cleaned up the shit in the hotwalker enclosure.
Hell, man... I was lookin' for MORE shit to git.
I didn't wanna stop, it was so much fun. My arms don't hurt a damned bit, either. I had such a blast doing it that way that I'm not even pissed (anymore) that (stupid got-damned) Nextel interrupted my service again, this time over two stinkin' dollars.
'Course, it also helps that I somehow got them to credit me about $40.00.
Peckerheads. Getting ready to inhale some Swedish Meatballs and broccoli with cheese sause, then go to the bank, cash my check that I got two days early, pay the stupid Nextel bill, GET MY PHONE BACK, then come home and bed calves for a while.
Need the money and shit... Then, if I have any gas left after that, this house could use a cleanup session and then... I'm thinking soaking in a hot tub (not a "hottub", a tub of hot water, dang it all) would be good.
Then too, I think that every damned day and never do do it... That falls under "taking care of me", which I never do seem to get around to doing...
Too much like work, maybe?
I dunno.
I really oughta do it this time, though.
Maybe haul the little TV up there and bring a coupla tapes and just veg. God damn that sounds good. Well, if I'm ever gonna get to that point I suppose I oughta get STARTED, so...
I'm outta here. Peace, y'all...
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Bad news, good news, little more bad news that kinda turned into okay news and worse news and "morals of the story" and shit...
I'm gittin' so confuuuused here.
Sunday night the heater came on and it sounded weird, so I told Eric he should go ask his Boss about getting some more fuel for it.He, of course, did not.
(He NEVER, EVER, EVER listens to me...)
Monday morning... no heat.
Pft. So, I take cash out to him in the milking parlor for fuel before I go to work. Meanwhile, when I first got up and left the bedroom, I saw this cat... not so usual around here. I have about 90 of the fuckin' things, but this one was kinda cool. It was Dale.
I haven't seen him since September. Last time I saw that dipwad, I was on a horse and he was in a field I was riding in across the road. I kinda knew he wouldn't sit for riding with me, so I told him I'd get him on the way back. You know, just in case he was too retarded to find his way back across the road...
And yeah... you can roll yer eyes at that, but... he was too retarded... til now. Since Tyler (the Jack Russell) came out first, all I saw was a flash of mostly white tail as he (Dale) flew down the stairs and out the door.
I come on down, put Tyler on his outside (really long, in fact it's a horse lungeline) leash to pee, grabbed a flashlight (it was still dark) and followed the white streak over to between the barns to see if it was, in fact, Dale. Yep.
It's him.
Stupid cat... *grin* He pretended not to know me and was kinda freaked out, so I let him be.
Besides, I hadda go to work. Well, Mr. Boss wasn't there.
So, Mrs. Boss decides to hell with him and his way of doing things, she was gonna bring the tractor and spreader right on through the barn to make it "easier". Yeah.
Easier.
Um-hum.
I suppose that's why I didn't leave til 3pm.
'Cause it was "easier"... *giggle* There's a reason why Mr. Boss doesn't do that.
And, that's because he doesn't wanna spend half the day rebuilding the fuckin' BARN after the spreader rips shit offa the walls!
*God he'p me* Now, see... I'm usually done by around 11, or so, depending on how long I fuck around, playing fetch with the dogs or whatever. It's on me and that's fine.
But, not leaving til 3pm?
Not so fine, but... in another way, it was kinda cool that I got to "share" this with Mrs. Boss because I normally spend all my time with Mr. Boss and this gave me a chance to "bond", as it were, with her... by covering her ass. (And, for the record, it's not really that much easier to get rid of the shit with the spreader inside the barn. True, I don't hafta make 97 trips back and forth with the wheeled bucket, but ya do hafta to fling the shit about 6 feet in the air to clear the side of the spreader and be able to reach it in the first place because it's kinda far from all but about two of the stalls at a time... but ANYway...) She backed it into the first barn.
No problem there, because that's where it goes at night anyway, so it fits fine.
Get to the "big" barn and here we go. There's a huge bale of hay that's always in there, on the floor, in between two stall doors. Usually, it's right up against the wall, but this one, the one that's in there now, is out a coupla inches.
Mrs. Boss sees that when she's driving in and tries not to hit it, which she didn't,
She did, however, hit the shit on the other side which wasn't something easy to fix, like a bale of hay... oh nooooo. They have these horseshoes that're welded together to form hooks that're nailed to the wall outside of each stall. They're to hang leadlines on.
There are also doorstops at the bottom of each stall door to keep the doors from being able to be pushed out at the bottom. Well, the spreader tire caught a horseshoe hook and bent it nearly in half and ran over one of the doorstops and broke it.
Those things are bolted to the wall.
Major league hardware there. So, as she's bringing the spreader thru, she sees that it's rubbing the stall doors and drawing them closed a little, but doesn't realize she's tearin' up the other stuff til she gets off the tractor. "oh shit...." Me?
I'm just kinda standin' there, leaning on the fork, watching...
Not my place to correct a woman... don't know how, ain't got that mojo, plus, usually HORSEwomen are fuckin' nuttier than "regular" ones, so I'm goin' with the better part of valor and keepin' my mouth shut.
(There's a first time for everything... shaddap.)
Besides, I have yet to come across a situation like that where I can't fix what somebody else (or I) fucked up. You can learn a LOT that way... fuck it up, fix it up, fuck it up, fix it up.
Plus, Mr. Boss has every tool known to mankind, so I wasn't too worried. I go on and get the stalls done.
Took me a little longer, because I had to adjust the way I did it, flinging the shit so far and all, but I got there. That's when it got interesting. We pulled the horseshoe hook offa the wall and took it into the shop, stuck it in a vise and I banged it back straight. Nailed it back to the wall and went on to the next thing. This ended up involving about 42 tools, including a hoofpick, and took a while. At one point, Mrs. Boss is talking about how bad Mr. Boss is gonna lose it if he sees this and I said, "Hell, just tell him you'd "like to see HIM rebuild a barn with a hoofpick, McGuyver" and let 'im chew on that... while you leave the room at a fast walk.
She cracked up and we went on. Now, I don't wanna take 6 hours and get all technical about it (especially after using a friggin' hoofpick as part of the army of tools) but I do hafta get you "see" what I was dealing with... (See, this is why we should all have horses. Then you'd already know what I'm talking about... *grin* Plus, then the oil jackoffs could go fuck themselves and their 17 dollar a gallon frickin' GAS...) Anyway... these door stop things are thick metal, shaped kinda like a "Z", except the middle part is straight, not slanted.
The part that goes on the wall has two elongated holes in it for the bolts. APPARENTLY, they have them "specialized" for each side of the barn, because the one we found to replace the one that got busted had it's holes opposite of the one that broke.
The one that got busted had the higher bolt hole on one side of it and the one we found to replace it had the higher hole on the other side. I'm pretty sure that was just to make this whole thing more "fun" for me... God is like that. Thinks He's funny and all... What this means is that I couldn't just wrestle the busted piece offa the wall and simply put the new one on using the old holes.
Nope.
Not me.
First, I hadda pry the bent piece offa the wall.
Couldn't just use a socket wrench to get it off because it was bent and made it impossible for the wrench to get a grip til I loosened it up some.
After I got that off, I then hadda drill new holes for the bolts. Well, I know how to stick bits in a drill and alla that happy crappy, but I wouldn't know a wood bit from a titanium bit from a cement bit and nether does she, so we grabbed a drill and the "kinda right sized" bit and away we go.
Pft.
I coulda made holes easier with a carpenter bee.
Fuckin' thing...
My guess is that the damned thing was for makin' holes in PAPER. All the bit did was make dents, basically.
So, we got an eyehook thing... it has a round, cirular top to hook shit on and a "screw" like shaft, whatever it's called.
We got one of those, actually two of 'em, and started hole for real with the smaller one.
After we got it going, we took that one out and made the hole bigger with the bigger one.
That's where the hoofpick comes in.
We hooked it in the eyehole part and used it to twist the thing into the wood to make better holes. We take that out and finally, after fuckin' around for an hour or so with this shit, I was able to put the stupid doorstop back on.
Naturally, we couldn't find the exact same sized bolts, so I tried using the original ones.
Stupid of me, I guess.
I shoulda known they were compromised by having been stressed.
I wound up twisting the head right offa the damned thing.
SO, we had to make yet ANOTHER frickin' hole with the two eyehook things and the hoofpick.
(See why I didn't get outta there til 3pm? Jeezus...) Meanwhile, Eric radios me to ask if I've decided to just LIVE over there or what, was I DONE yet?
"No. Did you talk to your Boss or his son to get FUEL yet?"
"No. Havent' seen ANY of 'em since very early this morning..."
"Well lovely. I feel like making 700 trips to the damned gas station to get diesel fuel 5 gallons at a time.... *disgusted sigh* Perfect." However...
the REASON he hadn't seen anyone was pretty fucked up.
Seems that his Boss's wife's elderly Uncle was cooking dinner the night before. He was wearing a sweater and cooking on a gas stove. He'd reached across the burners for something, caught his sweater on fire and BURNED TO DEATH ON THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF HIS WIFE, fer Christ's sake. Well, daaaamn. Guess goin' to the gas station ain't that bad after all, huh?
Jeezus. I had no more thoughts about my version of a "bad day" after THAT, lem'me tell ya.
(Actually, I think what me and Mrs. Boss were dealing with was funny as hell... AFTER I got it done, that is.) Anyway... we got the barn put back together and as she was going out to spread the shit, hoping the ground hadn't thawed enough for her to get stuck, I left, before she DID get stuck and I wound up having to pull her out with a dogteam comprised of Jack Russells or some damned thing. (She's got about 5 of the little shits...) So the moral of the story is: If somebody has a certain way they do things, it's usually for a good reason and you should do it that way.
And...
Cook nekkid. Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 01:54 AM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
February 20, 2006
Okay... I have a question.
I've had three similar circumstances crop up lately and I've been questioning myself A LITTLE about how I handled them.
I mean, I understand why I did what I did and I'm not sorry I did what I did, I just wanna know something. Am I the only one who gets pissed off when their personal heros get attacked? Three times now, someone has had to be an asshole after I've in some way mentioned or went on about or posted pictures of guys I love.And... I'm getting fuckin' tired of it, too. I keep asking myself two main questions...
1) What the FUCK is up with this?
and
2) Am I the only one who will not tolerate this kinda shit, or what? True to form for me, I went the farthest with the lone female who showed her ass than I did with the two men... IF "Gotcha" is a guy, that it. If not, then the score is one banned female and two "mouthed back at" others, one male and one female.
But then too, the one person I'm sure is a chick went the farthest with her assholery, so I'm not questioning banning her ass.
But... all this is working on my dick nerve. One thing right up front is that I don't post about people, usually, to get them fucked with. If I do do that, there's no question that that's what it's about.
Mostly, when I post about people I love, it's just to let others know how awesome they are or to let THEM know how awesome they are or just because I love 'em.
So, when I've posted about someone I love and someone ELSE attacks them or is an asshole about them, I take it VERY personally and I react much like using a chain saw to kill flies.
I get PISSED.
And, according to my Dad, I always have repayed a slap with a closed-fist punch in the throat.
So sue me, ya know?
*shrug and a grin*
At least I'm consistant. So, I do a post about someone special to me and they get fucked with.
First off, I'm pissed because they get fucked with, then I'm even more pissed because the asshole doin' the "fuckin' with" has used ME to do it. Used my post, my bringing those persons to the forefront to slam them.
I fuckin' HATE that.
I don't tolerate very well AT ALL. And, it's not that these people couldn't defend themselves, but the gutless wonders who're fuckin'with 'em never do it to their faces. Oh noooo. They do it here, with MY desire to honor the people I love. First time was Assrot, with Brooklyn Mikey.
I post a picture of the man because I love him and there's something wrong somewhere, I just don't know what and I wanted Mike to remember, to KNOW, that THAT is still how I see him, with that adorable smile and feelin' okay. Then, Assrot has to leave a nasty comment, which I removed (first time EVER I've felt it necessary to do that, too, for the record). Might interest you to know, Assrot, that Mike was in the second tower. He walked home from that day covered in dust from the towers going down. He's a great guy and I love him so much and there is something hurting him right now and I don't know what it is.
I did that post for him. To let him know that some things never change, like how much I admire him and how utterly cool he is. There's a story behind that picture that made us both laugh when he told it to me. That's why I used it. To make him at least smile. Not so you could say that horrible, untrue thing you said.
Okay?
THAT'S why I got so unholy pissed at you. Next up is Darrel.
Right or wrong, I have loved the guy since the first time I ever saw him.
You wanna call it a crush, go right ahead. Fine by me. (But, you don't need to be an insulting CUNT about it...)
Anyway... with Darrel, he's the one I most strongly identfy with. HIM, not his ex-wife.
I farm, I don't have kids.
I work outside, bust my ass and hardly ever seem to see any improvement in things, especially financially.
I DON'T raise kids, go to school and do housework as a fuckin' JOB, nor do I want to. What I do is my choice and it's what I love, JUST LIKE DARREL.
It's been documented to death here what my deal is with Darrel.
So, I get an email from the man and lo! and behold, THAT'S the day "Whitney from Spain" decides to comment for the first time ever (after having read me for a long time, in her words) and what does she do?
Shits on Darrel.
THAT'S what she does.
Shits on him, insults me and gets her silly ass banned and her comments removed, though I do still have the emails.
I mean... what the FUCK?
The first time you ever comment is only to act like a bitter cuntbag?
Why bother, unless it's just to fuck with Darrel?
And, you KNOW how far that'll get ya with me.
Especially if you've been reading me more than about 15 freakin' minutes, right? Then, today, there's this dipshit, "Gotcha" under my "Rob's ass" post.
First, they call Rob a "burnt out juicer".
Real fuckin' nice.
Then, they go on about him having a fantasy about being a Tall Dog, blah, blah, fuckin' blah.
So, I come back with... oh, just go read the stupid comments. I don't feel like rewriting alla that shit.
Ends up with them trying to use my own words against me *yawn* and I'm about a cunthair's width from banning that happy asshole, too.
(And, don't even get me started about their using a stupid pseudonym like "Gotcha" and some "jumble-of-letters" email address.... Gawd.) BUT... I came here to ask about this instead. What the flyin' FUCK is with these people?
Or, is it me?
Is it really reasonable to attack someone's heros, people they love, and expect to get away clean with it?
Would these people expect to come into a person's house, be all insulting about people the person loves and not be told to either have some respect or get the fuck out? (Like a certain "wife" shoulda told her MOTHER about a certain FARMER, just by the freakin' way?)
I mean, c'mon, fer fuck's sake. Who's wrong, who's being the asshole here?
Them, me or both and if you think it's me, you'd better be able to explain it in a way that'll help me understand HOW without being a dick about it.... y'know what I'm sayin'? Okay... have at it.
I'm goin' to the store and I'll be back later.
I hope to GOD someone has a coherant answer about this crap...
Posted by: Stevie at 05:24 PM | Comments (12) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
February 19, 2006
And... here t'is...
(Cuter'n a cat even...)
Posted by: Stevie at 06:42 PM | Comments (18) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
HA!!!!
Did I tell ya's, or what?
And, I cut and paste (as opposed to "quote"): Pennsville resident charged in scamSaturday, February 18, 2006
Special to Today's Sunbeam TRENTON -- Attorney General Zulima V. Farber announced Friday that the Division of Criminal Justice has charged a Pennsville resident along with four other South Jersey residents with illegally collecting more than $64,000 in unemployment insurance benefits. Alfred Spinelli, 59, of Morningside Drive in Pennsville, filed a claim for unemployment insurance benefits in April 2000, authorities said. The investigation determined that from September 2000 to February 2001, Spinelli was employed at an area apartment complex. The indictment charges that Spinelli failed to report more than $9,400 in earnings to the Department of Labor and Workforce Development. See?
The apple not falling far from the tree is one thing, but I'm beginning to believe this family's family tree doesn't even fork. Gawd almighty (just) damn.
Posted by: Stevie at 01:44 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
February 18, 2006
Since I mentioned this at Gut Rumbles...
I s'pose it would make sense to repost Norm's info, huh?
Already got two wonderful ladies who responded... might as well make it as easy as I can for anyone else.
1st MLG HQ CO PRP
Unit 42175
FPO AP 96426-2175 If you want to see the original post, here it is.
There's a picture of Norm there and a link to an old website he used to have.
Feel free to visit it and see (kinda) who he is.
Also feel free to write him as often as ya like.
He's a good kid and he loves to read, just like Dad and I do.
Plus, he could probably use the support.
He'd never say so, but it's got to be scary as hell, doing what he does over there. Thanks so much to everyone who writes him...
*grinning thru tears*
Posted by: Stevie at 10:38 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Since I don't know how to do screenshots...
just click the link.
Download file What it is is a page from my StatCounter.Look at the third entry. The one between Bismarck, ND and Harrison, AR. Where it's from is enough to wig me out, but how weird is the search that got them here? Anybody got an ideas (or explanations)?
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February 17, 2006
I want one-a these!!!!
Thanks for the gigglefit, Darlin'.
Posted by: Stevie at 06:40 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I know I've talked to this dipshit...
I've been "helped" by him at Earthlink, Nextel, DirecTv...
He's like horseshit.
He's EVERYWHERE!
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