June 13, 2005

She's here.

Criminy, she's BIG.

Her withers are eye level to me.
That's a tall gotdamned horse.

Pretty, too.
She's a bay with lighter brown dapples all over her body.
STRONG, man, this horse is strong.
And, she HAS TO walk almost ahead of you.
It's more like she's walking you, than you walking her.

I can't wait to get on her tomorrow.
I didn't do that today, 'cause she was a little wired when she got here.

AND, not one squeal, not one foot stomp, NUTTIN' between her and Action.
It's like they've known each other all along, which is friggin' amazing.

I don't know that I've ever seen two "stranger" horses NOT establish "pecking order" when they've first met.
This may change when the third horse gets here, but, I doubt it.

They get along famously.

Anyway, I'm exhausted.
My nerves have been my raw energy for 5 or 6 days now and I feel fine most of the time, but when I relax, I crash... like I'm about to go do now.

Gotta work tomorrow anyway.

But... that gaping, echoing, empty hole out in the pasture (and most of the one in my heart) has been filled quite nicely.

Action is lots happier now, too.

Thank you, God.
For every. single. thing.

Peace, y'all...

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Thank you, Lord!

I can barely believe it.
There really are at least 12 people in California with real "sense".

Okay, 24.
(Well, that one was 10 years ago... still.)

Gotta go.
One of the horses will be here soon.
(The other one has a few shots left in a series she's in the middle of. She'll be here in a few days. Whatever. *grin*)

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June 11, 2005

One tiny little change in plans...

The girls will be here Monday insteada Sunday.
The lady who owns Miracle has a horse show all day tomorrow, so Monday would be better for her.
I can relate.
I used to be wiped out by the end of a show day.

So, Monday it is.
Still get to go meet Mandy tomorrow night. She's being picked up tomorrow morning still, from the Poconos, and after Eric gets done we're gonna go see her in person.. or horse-son, I guess.

Eric'll get to meet Miracle, too. They'll be in the same barn.

He seems to think I've got two sawhorses with horse heads stapled to 'em coming, or something.
Men...

Just because he wasn't there this morning, he thinks I can't handle this, that I'm gonna settle for the first horses I can get.

I can see how he'd think that. There was a time when I probably would have.
But, if I was gonna be so set on having the first available horses, I'd have worked a payment deal out with Joe first thing this morning.
I didn't.

I didn't "settle", either.

He'll see.

Lil booger....

Anyway, Monday.
That'll work.

Peace

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1 Pixy knows all.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at June 15, 2005 12:07 AM (AIaDY)

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Well, alrighty then...

Okay.
So I'm not getting the three "Black Beauty" horses.
That's okay, really.
They are all beautiful and I like all three, but, Father Sarducci isn't in a hurry to be rid of them, he actually likes them well enough to keep them a while and see if he can find someone to actually purchase them, as opposed to giving them away... so far, anyhow. *grin*

Knowing, as I did, that there were a few other horses on tap, I didn't feel a need to push or beg or anything over the first three. In fact, I spent so long talking to Joe and actually like the guy well enough that I did give him some very realistic numbers to use as a "price yardstick" when someone else comes along.
And, he left it by saying that if he hadn't sold them by September (my magic month when the income around here will be restored and then some), he'd call me.
I liked that.

I came back home and grabbed the other girl's phone number and called her.
Met her at the barn.
Met several horses and saw pictures of hers.

Two of them will be here tomorrow, after I get home from work.
*big freekin' grin*

Her horse, Mandy, is being brought back from the Poconos tomorrow morning and she's gonna swing by the barn, grab Miracle and bring 'em on over.

Now, Mandy and Miracle are their names right this minute.
Can't promise they'll stay the same.
Mandy makes me think of Barry Manilow, God help me, and Miracle, which she truly is to me, by the way, just makes me think of mayonaise.
Tho, I do think it's kinda cool that both their names start with "M".

Think what I'm gonna do is think of my list of favorite women... all two of them, and go from there for names.
Who the hell do I like again?

Anyway, they're both Thoroughbreds. Mandy has been a saddle horse for the last at least seven years and Miracle had been winning races, but kept coming up a little lame.
They couldn't pinpoint what the problem was, so decided to "retire" her before they hurt her, thank God.

Now, their ours.
And, they'll be here soon.

I feel ever s'much better.
I still ache for Storm and just thinking about him kills me and makes me still tear up (like right now) but... I think he'd be proud to know it's taking two horses to even begin to fill his space around here.

My poor boy.
I'll always love you Storm and thank you more than I can ever express for everything, for being my buddy for as long as you were and for being in my heart for the rest of forever.
There'll never be another you.

Hell, there may also never be another Appaloosa.
Had three, lost three.
Not a good record, huh?

I know all horses die, but c'mon. I don't need to administer to each and every soon-to-be-gone App in the world, now do I?
Christ, I hope not.
I'm hoping a "non-App" will... not go so soon.

I do believe these girls are significantly younger, too.
I can't remember if I forgot to ask how old they are, or if I did and have just forgotten the answer.

I'm a little fried-minded right now.
(AND, I'm about to burn a bowl.)

Be the first one I've tasted/been aware of since Thursday, too.
Same with cigarettes.
And coffee.

I've had alla these substances the last three days, but haven't been aware of any of them like ya would be usually.
Too freaked out, I guess.

Not now, though.
Just excited now.
Excited and a little... sad still.

It's all good, though.
I'll be fine.
It'll be fine, too.

Now, off to vacuum and get that cuppa coffee my mouth is sooooo craving.

We did it, y'all.
Your thoughts and prayers, my legwork.
We did it.
Thank you and sincerely, God bless you all.

Peace

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June 10, 2005

Whatever it is you're doing, Terry, whomever it is you're talking to, don't stop now...

I still can't believe he's gone.
I come in the driveway and that pasture looks so big, so empty.
Action looks so lost, out there all alone.

He knows, though...
He hasn't whinnied once.
He knows there's no point.

We took a walk yesterday, he and I.
I explained to him how we people do the "Riderless Horse" walk for people of importance, like JFK.
How we saddle the horse and put the boots in the stirrups backwards and lead the horse on a parade route.
Honoring the dead...

Well, we did that, too, after a fashion.
Only thing was, it was Action escorting me, the Horseless Rider, on one last "ride" on the trails for Storm.
I think he understood.
I don't think he minded getting soaked with my tears....

We did what we had to do and we did it well.

After we got back, I went to the local tack shop to get some fly spray for the boy. I, of course, looked like hell and the clerk/lady asked me what was wrong and when I stuttered out what had happened, I finished up by saying, "So, if you know of anybody looking for a home, a forever home, for a horse, let me know..." and a lady across the counter said, "I do!! I know someone!!", so I gave her my cell number.

I came on home, stopped at the gas station and got a paper.

Sprayed Action and looked in the paper. There's an ad. Two Appaloosas and a pony "for sale". Hmmm...

I called. They're less than about 5 miles from here, live on the same road I do, in fact, just across 611, down the other way. The guy, Joe (who sounds like Father Guido Sarducci from SNL) told me where they are and said to go check 'em out, so I did.

They're the horses from "Black Beauty", I swear.

There's a big black gelding. I think he's maybe supposed to be the second App, but, I don't see it... lol. To me, he's just black, with white socks and a blaze. There is an App, a mare. She's just beautiful. Fat little thing. Then, there's Merrylegs, or "the pony", which Eric and I both looked at and thought "Tiger" when we saw him, as in "Get him too, for the boy..."

We're going back tomorrow at 10, to talk to Joe. From what he's said already, I know he's not gonna want top dollar for these guys. He said he's tired of messing with them. One is his, one is his brothers and he has no idea, nor does he care, what they're worth, he just wants 'em outta there already. He's older, I can hear that, and I know he works for or is affiliated somehow with an Italian restaurant in Ambler, so this isn't gonna be about money for this guy. Thank God.

Eric and I both have the feeling he's gonna say, "Just take them, but ya hafta take all of them", which is just fine by us. We just had three horses anyway and what's a pony? No problem at all, is what a pony would be. (God, they are soooo cute, so small... I'd forgotten.)

And, if this is all crap, if this guy decides he wants a half a mil for these guys, it'll sting, but it'll also be okay, because the lady from the tack shop did indeed give my number to the girl she knows and that girl just called me and if her horse isn't what we're looking for, there are FOUR OTHERS at the barn they're looking to give away, SO.... one way or another, there will be another horse here soon.

I almost feel guilty, like I'm trying to "replace" Storm, but, really, I'm not. There'll never be another Storm, I already know that, but I also know he'd not want me to give up horses, retire my saddle and never have one again.
After what he helped me realize last week about my cats, I feel like I know exactly what he'd want me to do... which would be keep living, love another horse (or three) and not let his death be just the huge loss that it is, but an opportunity for another horse to be taken in and loved. I also know I'll see him again and that he's with my cats and Stu (the rat) and they're all fine, waiting for me.
So, "keep on keepin' on", that's what we're gonna do.

Besides, I don't think we've reached all the young girls yet that Gia Carangi would have wanted, so I'm sure we're not done yet.

Rob even said if this one guy wants a half a ton of money for these three horses to let him know, he knows people and this can be done.

So... all I hafta do is get through this day.
I have the Tylenol w/codeine, weed and sleep to escape into, if I need to, which, so far, I don't.

I also have a deprived parrot clinging to the front of my shirt, watching me type. Poor little shit, ain't been out of his cage for days. He attacks everybody who isn't me, so I didn't dare let him out while Rod and Ray were here.... lol. That'd been fun....

In other news, my period went away... YAY!!! and I'm not in any trouble at all for calling off work yesterday.

Not only am I not in trouble, they're giving me a shift hostessing on Sunday to make up for the day/time/money I lost Thursday.
I also got hugs from all directions when I went there last night to talk to "da bosses". Even got one from "Sweetie", our owner who took the old hostess' place.

I think I love that place and the people who run it.

And, if you two, Dad and Paul, were thinking pod-people got me when I didn't kill anybody for (accidentally) trapping my cats before, y'alled be shittin' yerselves at me, now.

There was a time, not long ago, when the death of a cat could have sent me into a major tailspin, making me feel like everything was going to hell, I'm gonna lose it all again, aren't I?, and like dying. (Yeah, I take shit a little too hard, sometimes...), let alone losing STORM, but... I don't know how, but that's not happening to me.

I was ready for it to. I was expecting it to.
But, it's not.
I almost feel guilty about that, too...
But, inside, in my heart, it hurts, sure, but I'm okay, too.

I know it's not "the end", it's not God quitting on me, it's just a shitty thing that happened to a really good horse and I'm still thanking God it was me and mine and not Eric. I'd feel even worse if it hadda been....

And, one thing I've noticed, even in this depth of grief, is that Storm was important to a LOT of people. Not only am I not the only one in tears around here and at work, but I don't even know anymore how many times so far I've said, "Hey, whomever, when you see "pick a name", ya might wanna let him/her know about Storm, but... be gentle, they're gonna lose it..."

There've been a handful of people who I know are gonna be destroyed by this, besides me and Eric, that is.
I'm glad I don't hafta be the one to tell them, but I also know I need to be ready for the first time they see me after they've been told.
Now, that's gonna be fun, huh?

Hopefully, I can take these kids by the hand and walk 'em out to the pasture to see the new one(s) by then.
That'd be the best thing. For them and me.

He was one hell of a horse, Storm was.
He even died the best way he could.

There are so many ways it coulda been worse, ya know?

And, as badly as this is breaking my heart, I know it's just one of the ramifications of being a "forever" home for these wonderful creatures and I don't intend to stop.
Ya gotta take the "not so hot" with the gifts of a lifetime, right?
Right.

I'm strong. I've got balls in there somewhere.
They'll be back and so will I.
I'm already ready to start again, in Storm's memory and for Gia, like we always intended.

But, damn y'all... it does hurt.
But, it's also okay.
As long as it's for a reason.
Which I think this all has been.

Right or wrong, I have to believe that right now.

It's just too serendipitous that we "lose" two horses in less than about a month, then there are two horses (plus a pony) right down the road who need a home, not to mention all those Thoroughbreds at that other place.

God never slams a door shut in your face, but that He doesn't slide open a window somewhere. And, this thing may only be open a few inches, but I'm gonna slide, wiggle and worm my way through it.

Just watch me.
*sad, but first (real) smile since...*

And, thank you all for your kind words, thoughts and prayers for Storm.

You guys are just the best and I honestly don't know what I'd do without ya's.

I still know how blessed I am and that you guys are many of those blessings, so thank you all for just everything.

I may be down, but I know I'm not out and I also know why... love.
That's why.
God's, Eric's, yours... all the love.
I feel it, I know it and I'm humbly grateful for it.

I couldn't give up now, even if I wanted to, which I don't.
I'd be taking, letting and dragging down too many others with me, if I allowed that to happen, so... I won't.
You guys won't.
We won't.

And, for that, I thank you and I love you guys.

Peace
(and yeah, I will be back...)

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June 09, 2005

I just had to call off from work...

I was in the bathroom, getting ready to get a shower when Eric came in.

He looked simply awful.
He said, "Honey, I have something I've gotta tell ya, but I... but... Sweetie... Storm is dead. He's in the creek, dropped.... like he went to get a drink and just dropped..."

I am completely numb right now.

Here are the things I am thinking:

1. Thank God it wasn't Eric who... did that.
2. If anybody had to take a kick to the balls like this, I'm glad it was me and not Eric.
3. Thank you God that I heeded my instinct not to ride him yesterday. It was nice in the am, but, by the time I had time, it had gotten so hot. If I had ridden him and then he died... oh, Jesus, I can't even think of it...
4. Aw fuck man, my horse died... this is killin' me here. Hurts so bad...

He was such a character... we fit each other so well... Goddamn, I'm gonna miss him. Hell, I do already.

When Eric first said it, my first thought was, "Well, I hafta go to work now. I can't deal with this NOW. I'll do this later, when I get home, then it can be not true til... fuck."

Ow.
Ya know?

I hope ya don't, actually.

Ya wanna know what else?
Stuart Big, the rat, died last night too.That, I was kinda okay with.
They don't live forever anyway, plus, he thought everything, including fingers, was food, so we weren't really that close.

But, Storm?
Holy good Goddamn.

I keep just sitting here, staring for a few seconds, then snapping to again...
I really find this all so hard to believe.

Shit.

Just thank God it wasn't Eric in any of the ways possible.

Well, I don't really know what to do now.
I don't think I want to go down there.

I just stopped in the driveway last night, next to where he was standing under the tree and said "Hey, Gorgeous-Boy. How ya doin'?" to him and he was fine.
The other picture I have in my head is from a movie, "My Friend Flicka", when the horse nearly dies in a stream and Roddy Mc Dowell nearly dies saving her.

I don't need to see him dead.

For this, among many other reasons, I thank God for Eric.
Somehow, he can do what needs to be done.

And, I believe right now, I could, in fact, do this same chore for him, God forbid... but, for him, I could. Of course.
I wouldn't expect him do it any more than he expects me to be out there now.

So, I'm just gonna sit here, picturing Terry's, Paul's, Rob's, Mikey's, Mike-in-Brooklyn's and Cat's faces, talkin' to y'all for a bit.
Til I feel like I can stand without dropping to my knees goddamnthishurtsguys....

Sorry to be dribbling tears and such on ya's but, damn damn damn...
now whaddo I do.... go hug action, I guess...

Yeah... yeah.
Let me go get dressed real quick.
Action don't need to be out there any more than I do.
I can take him for a long walk, out thru the woods, where we ride... rode... will ride again, if that's what God has in mind.

I'll be back.
I don't believe this shit...

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June 07, 2005

Brilliant. Simply brilliant answer....

So.
What's yer fuckin' POINT?

Actually, the nature of your 'response' has already proved my point. Thanks!
Posted by Chablis at June 7, 2005 11:04 PM

Which would be WHAT, for fuck sake?

That you can't even track a simple conversation, stick to a point, HAVE a fuckin' point, or what?

Every time you put fingers to keyboard, you prove MY point over and over, which is that...
women are fuckin' NUTS.

Is this about you being incomprehensible to me, the cat population, Rob, me, or your own insipidness?

Can ya just tell me what yer fuckin' point is, or don't you even know?

Hell, at this point, you can add "BORING" to your incomprehensibility, by the way.

This is like trying to have a conversation with someone who just happens to be utterly insane, so far.

Go decide what the fuck your point even is and get back to me, okay?

I don't have the time, nor interest, to try to wend my way through your scattershot bullshit.

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You got questions? I've got answers... bitch.

Fuck a preamble, let's just get to it.

Apparently my sarcastic sense of humor is lost on you.

Yeah, it is. Two reasons.
First, because you're not remotely funny, which dovetails nicely with reason number two, which is that sarcasm is a shitty substitute for wit.

That's ok because the last time I checked, I didn't give a shit.

Finally. Something we agree on.

For the record, I like cats (I simply have a problem with moronic owners, such as yourself, who let them run wild, piss and shit everywhere and breed like wildfire).

Okay. This should be two seperate sentences. Parenthesis are used to indicate an "aside", not encompass an entire sentence.
Furthermore, if you "like" cats with your asinine attitude about them, I'd glad ya don't like me.
(Oh look. Another thing we agree on... pfft.)
Not to even mention the fact that I live on a farm. I don't own it or 90% of the cats on it, but I do try to take care of them, feed them and do whatever I can to help them.
Unlike you.
You know nothing about me, my cats or this particular situation, you opinionated, know-nothing WINDBAG.

Also for the record, I wouldn't actually feed a kitten to my snake. Well...maybe if she asked nicely.

The fuck you wouldn't. You've shown EXACTLY who and how you are all over Rob's comments and mine. Don't try to backpedal away from your own reality now.
Too late.

If you're such a die-hard cat lover, get your cats spayed/neutered and STOP contributing to the problem of overpopulation.

Again... proving your sheer ignorance of the facts here, asshole.

Keep your cats in the house where they belong, so that people like Rob don't need to shoot them.

For your (tiresome already) edification, I DO, you numbfuck. And, nobody "NEEDS" to shoot any cat ever. What they do need to park a bullet in is the skull of that baby-murdering 7 year old psychopath.
What you do about stray cats, or "other people's" cats is either go confront the owner, or lacking the BALLS to do that, you call Animal Control and they come trap Kitty and you're out of it. The only people who shoot cats are people who LIKE to shoot, hurt or otherwise harm them.
Like feeding them to snakes.
Like you.

Be a responsible pet owner and stop taking in more animals than you can afford. Put your money where your mouth is or shut the fuck up.

Number one, you have no idea how many animals I have, can afford or choose to help.
Second, I put my money where it's needed. That would be into food, flea collars and meds for cats I don't even own, besides my own.
Third, this IS my blog and, truly, YOU are the one who needs to shut the fuck up. Especially here.
I'll say whatever pops into my head.

You suck.

See? Just popped into my head and out it comes.

Yes, I will choose a human life over an animal's any day of the week.

Yes, of course you would.
I believe that.
Just the same way you'd rather try to control someone, ANYone else, other than yourself. You try to tell Rob, his commenters and ME, now, what to say, how to think and what to do in their own lives.
You need professional help.

I'm funny like that and being a woman has nothing to do with it.

Um, wrong again. You've already established beyond all doubt that you are, in fact, not funny at all and yes, being a cuntbag woman has EVERYTHING to do with it.
Ya don't see MEN acting like this.

I think that at some point today, you should go take a good, long look at your drama queen self in the mirror. You ARE everything you hate about women:whiny, overreactive, emotional, vindictive, mouthy and ignorant.

First off, fuck you, okay? Typical woman....

To be blunt, I do honestly believe you were looking in a mirror yourself, when you wrote that line of horseshit.

How the fuck am I a drama queen?
Who is the one who is about to admit in the next paragraph that SHE is involved in a "pissing contest" over cats?
Hmmm, dipshit?
Isn't me.

When did I whine, especially to you, about anything ever?
I haven't.
I wouldn't waste my time, believe me.

Overreactive? Actually, Kreskin, I'm a lot less "overreactive" than I used to be. That's because I've learned what and who is worth becoming passionate about, which you are not, beyond this post.

Emotional? Probably. My period just got here.
I've named it Chablis.
It fits.

Vindictive... You ain't seen nuthin' yet, Honey.
Keep fuckin' with me if ya really want to see what "vindictive" means.
I do NOT suffer fools gladly and I don't suffer foolish WOMEN at all.
Yes, I am a mysoginist. Thanks to bitches just. like. you.

Mouthy? No fuckin' SHIT, Sherlock. Glad ya picked up on that. *rolls eyes*
(Is this the most clueless twat ever, or WHAT?)

Ignorant... Right. You come here, spouting pure shit about an entire subject about which you know nothing and I'm ignorant?
Yeah, okay.
You go on and believe that.

My only question is this: If you feel so strongly, why don't you have the balls to give Rob a piece of your mind? If Rob is entitled to his opinions about cats (for fuck sakes I can't believe I'm in a pissing contest over CATS of all things), why is no one else?
Posted by Chablis at June 7, 2005 06:28 AM

First off, this is TWO questions, so that first one is NOT your "only" one, is it, Miss Perfect, Miss Know-it-all, Miss Can't-even-keep-her-own-shit-straight?
Second, I DID mention to Rob his incongruity in bitching about birds shitting on his freshly washed car, then less than four hours later posting that he was "protecting" them from cats.
I, myself, thought that was pretty good.
Musta been.
Got no answer to it, which is a man's first defense when ya got him dead-to-rights. (Second "answer" is to shoot the bird, which just makes me laugh...) (And, by "shoot the bird", I mean the one fingered salute, not murdering an animal, so wipe your chin and quit slavering at the thought....)

And, Rob is entitled to his own opinion.
So is eeeeverybody else.
Liiiike, ME, for instance.
Which, if I'm not mistaken, is what I expressed here, on my own blog, not at Rob's, not on yours (if you even have one- don't know and care even less) and whom is it trying, again, to control someone else and deny someone the right to have an opinion?

That'd be YOU.

I don't go to Rob's and try to tell him how to act, who to be or what do to because I'M NOT AS STUPID AS YOU.
Simple, no?
I can pick up on the vibe that pissin' Rob off is no way to get things done.
That's called "provoking", which you seem to do quite well.
Congratulations.

"whiny, overreactive, emotional, vindictive, mouthy and ignorant drama queen...."

Yep. You nailed it just right.
Perfectly, in fact.
That is exactly what you are.

So.
What's yer fuckin' POINT?

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June 06, 2005

Still alive, yes...

They're here.
And... I made it.

I was in the midst of my cleaning frenzy on Saturday when they called and said they'd be in Georgia one more night.
Upon hearing that, I promptly passed out for a few hours.

I got back up, dove back into cleaning and by the time I got done EVERYTHING was done... except the inside of the shower/tub and my car.

And, yeah... I'll get to it.
*grin*

Spent Sunday sittin' around, bullpoopin'.
Worked today and tomorrow.

Figured I'd best at least say "Hi" here.
Plus, I miss y'all a lot.

I have just one thing needs to be said, here.
Been over to Gut Rumbles, reading vile, stupid and just plain evil stuff about cats and what some "people" like to do to them.

All I have to say is this:
Fine.
Go right on ahead and do your ignorant horseshit.
Two things, though...
1.) People like you dickheads make people like ME necessary. Not only necessary, but perfectly logical. (For everything evil, there is something the opposite. You're evil and I'm not. Simple.)
2.) Hope you enjoy hell because that's where you're all going. Of course, living the lives you cat-haters must've led to be such ugly, mean fucks, I don't suppose the idea of hell impresses ya much, but... seriously... you "anti-cat" people really are pathetic.
Such sad excuses for human beings.
It's people like you who make me like animals, value animals and place animals ahead of people.
Sooo... go ahead.
Do what you feel you must.
Just know I will too.

Other than that....
Hope everybody (except Peter Yarrow, still *grin*) is beyond "fine" and I'll be trying to get back to at least semi-regular posting really soon.

Here's wishing hugs, kisses and KITTIES on alla y'all....
*weg*

Peace

P.S.
Dear Idiotic Animals Lovers,
You assholes who THINK you "know" Rob and who CLAIM to "love" animals are doing those self-same animals NO GOOD AT ALL by stirring Rob's shit about cats and such.
You piss him off, cats suffer.
Real friggin' bright.
Why don'tchas all shut the fuck up and IGNORE that bullshit, instead of gettin' him all pissed off and out LOOKING FOR cats to hurt, hmmmm?
Stupid shits....
(JeeZUS, man. Even I'm not that fuckin' clueless.....)

Oh, and Chablis?
You'd throw yourself across that 7 year old baby-murdering piece of human shit to "protect" him, then turn around and feed a kitten to a snake?
You're truly incomprehensible to me.
Thank CHRIST.
Fuckin' wimmen...
*shaking head*

One more word for all you cat-mutilaters...

K-A-R-M-A.

Try not to forget that.
I know I won't.....

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June 03, 2005

Y'all tell me...

Before I even get into this, let me begin by saying that I've been awake for 39 out of the last 41 hours and pretty much, so has he.
I'm cleaning this house like it's never been cleaned before, I had to work today and I'm still alive and speaking English, so I think I'm doing good.

I come home, go to sleep for two hours, then Eric-the-person-I-love-more-than-life-itself-and-whom-I'm-also
-gonna-give-such-a-smack-if-he-doesn't-cut.-it.-out!, wakes me up so I can take the rugdoctor back to the store.

While I'm still laying there, wishing I was what I felt like, which was approximately.... DEAD!!!!... he comes back into the room, leaving the door hanging wide-da-fug open, while being fully aware that we don't DO this because then CATS would go in there and maybe PEE ON SHIT, and when I, even whilst still DEAD, asked him, "Why ya leavin' the door open?", he gets.. I dunno, insane, I guess.

In response to my question, he stomps outta the room, saying, "Fine. I'll go over there BAREFOOT, then."

Wha?
WTF are you even talking about, there, Dude?
DAMN.
(And, I'm the one who gets accused of being goofy...)

Needless to say, I just layed there, wondering what the fuck he was on about.

I get up.
Mistake.

I come out here, crosseyed, and am sitting here, waking up.
He looks at me and AGAIN says the one thing I've explained to him 62 trillion times NOT to say to me, then tosses out another non-sequiter (sp?) and stomps off.
*pissed off Joey Tribiani face*

Here's what was said:

Me: (Not a WORD. Just sitting, minding my own business, not bothering anybody)

Him: (Looking at me) Ya know....

*Note: At this instant, I already know what he's about to say. Again. That I've told him to stop saying for FOUR YEARS so far, God HELP ME!!!!!!! So, knowing what's coming, my face slowly starts to contort. My eyes cross, my mouth looks like I've been suckin' a lemon and it just gets all squinched up. He continues...)*

Him a.k.a, "Mr. Oblivious": Ya know... you really should just go to bed. Don't worry about this shit now, you've got all day tomorrow... yada, yada, yada..."

At this point, he becomes Charlie Brown's teacher for me. Waa wa waaaa wawa wa wa, etc., because having "all day tomorrow" means exactly jack SHIT because it'd take a MINIMUM of a week to get this place like it really oughta be and besides, like I mighta mentioned once or 62 trillion times before, I hate it when he tries to get me to "let shit go for now..."

Fuck man, I have a hard enough time getting motivated in the first place. Frankly, I do NOT need this cinder block of his around my leg, ya KNOW?

YES, I DO TOO HAVE TO DO THIS NOW!!!!!
IT AIN'T GONNA DO ITSELF!!!!
*turning purple*

But...
I don't say any of that.

I calmly (read: through gritted teeth) said, "Yeah, I do hafta do this now... I have the shades off the windows, I need to take them out to the parlor where I can "hang" 'em and clean 'em, since the thought of doing it in the tub makes me wanna kill myself and I also have..."

Here, he says, as he stomps away... (Better do up the conversational seatbelt, folks, the second "curve" is a hairpin...)

"I'll just call my brother and tell him not to come."

BUT, he doean't get away quick enough.
I manage to get out: "Fine. You do that. I still hafta to take these blinds out to the parlor, etc. etc..."

Now, he stomps into the livingroom and says"
"I NEVER get to see MY family."

I just sat here, jaw agape.
(Like it's my fault all his family lives in other states... *tsk and an eyeroll*)
Then, I just shot the bird in his general direction. (I woulda farted, but the bird was nearly automatic in that intance... and quicker. Never have been able to "fart on demand", darn it.)

Anyway...
Pinhead.

Now.
What da fuck was that shit?
Did that make ANY SENSE, whatsoever?

*Chandler: (speaking to Joey) "Ya know that thing we do? Where we talk?"
Joey: "Yeaaah..."
Chandler: (looking pained) "Let's not do that anymore..." and he walks away.*

Know what I'm sayin', people?

Jeezus.

And, yesterday...
(This has nothing to do with his insanity, just mine...)

Yesterday, while we were getting ready to leave (read: I was waitin' for him..), I was typing something on here and he says:

"I'm ready."

Me: "I'm happy for ya."

Him: "Let me rephrase that. I'm ready when you are."

Me: "Well, I'm happy for you right now."

Him: Long withering look, as I peal off into gales of laughter.... He eventually leaves the room while I'm still pissin' myself.

SO.
Which one of us is the NUTJOB?

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1 Uhhh... that's a rhetorical question, right?

Posted by: Light & Dark at June 03, 2005 02:38 AM (+Ds2b)

2 Pretty much.
*lmao*

But, I still think it's HIM!!!!!!

Talkin' to him last night was akin to trying to have a conversation with some kinda LUNATIC.

Musta been his evil Gemini twin...
*rolls eyes and falls out laughing again*

Posted by: Stevie at June 03, 2005 07:38 AM (zoOkY)

3 Next time you have a mouthful of food and he starts yapping, do this:

1) Hold up your hand signalling 'hold on a minute'.

2) Point to the obvious bulging of your cheeks from food.

3) Administer the finger.

4) Continue chewing.

Posted by: Mad Mikey at June 03, 2005 11:21 AM (YthHk)

4 If you were a guy you could fart on cue. Men are FULL of hot air and can do that kind of thing.....

Posted by: Maeve at June 03, 2005 06:19 PM (6E1RR)

5 Sounds like a drama king!

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June 02, 2005

Excellent...

We've got the carpets done, the computer desk reinforced (since it nearly fell apart when we moved it) and I just reassembled the entire computer.
AND, everything works.

I had to laugh at what I chose to test my speakers.

This.
(nsfw)

Have fun, y'all.
Still got shit to git done...

Peace

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June 01, 2005

Dear Stephen Edwin King,

I just want you to know that I love "The Stand".
I mean I reeeally, reeeeally love it.

I not only have the 4 tape set, I also have the DVDs.
And...
Guess what else?

Whilst I am cleaning the carpets and the rest of the house, I've got "The Stand" running in both this room and the livingroom.
The tapes in there, the DVD here.

The DVD is running about 3 seconds behind the tape so far, but it makes a killer echo effect during "Don't Fear the Reaper".

Anyway...
I've got some cat shit with my name on it waitin' for me, so I gotta go.

I just felt like telling you how much I love "The Stand".

Hope ya give half a shit.

*grin*

me

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And, we're back.

It is done.
No more warrant, no more suspended license.
No more looking down when ya see a cop.
No more running, screaming if a cop car pull into the driveway.
No more tiny heart attacks if the dogs do their "somebody's comin' to the door, Ma!" barks.

Stopped at Mickey D's while we were there, AFTER I did what I hadda do.
Best damned hamburger we each ever had. (And Mr. Mojo Risin' joined us courtesy of 98.1 WGOL, asking the musical question, "Don'tcha love her madly...?")
So, Jim got to be there for it anyway, Mr. Eric "Lawrence Welk Fan".

Now, off the shampoo the rugs.

Peace

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Okay.

I think I've decided something, here, about this "cat" shit.

I was talkin' to Storm yesterday about it and he asked me (shut up. it works for me, okay?)... he asked me why I was so upset.
So, I told him about the cats going away and that I was feelin' reeeeally bad about the ones I knew weren't "going to a farm in the country", as it were.

The thought that I'd mercilessly sent them to certain death... it was killin' me.

Storm thought for a second, chewing some grass... (I know horses ain't supposed to graze with a bit in their mouth. YOU try tellin' him that...)
Then he said, "Okay, but if animals who die go to Heaven and that's where you're also gonna go someday, isn't this more like you're sending them on ahead, "shipping them before ya move"... that kinda thing?"

He was right.
That IS what I'm doing.
That feel's ever s'much better than feeling like I was just callously killing my cats...
Even if I'm not the one with the syringe....
*deeeep breath*
(I reserve the right to continue to hate having to do shit like this, however. "Kay?)

In other news... off to Jersey shortly.
I had a minor problem there, too.
Couldn't decide which black T-shirt to wear.
Had three in my hand.

My Doors shirt, which has Jim, with 5 pairs of arms in various poses, none of which was him shootin' the bird.
Then, there's my Pusser shirt. To wear a "Sheriff" shirt in a court-type place... okay.
OR....
The T-shirt I have from a volunteer rescue squad/fire dept. over there, from a small town in the neighboring county.

Eric, the music critic, said he didn't think the Doors shirt was such a good idea, what with Jim's rep of being an anarchist (my word) and inciting riotous behavior, doing drugs and being nuts.
(Yes, we WILL be discussing this "opinion" of his later.... the Doors fanatic in me assures y'all of that.)

Then, he liked the Pusser shirt, but when he saw the rescue squad one... that's the one I'm wearing.

(Have I mentioned I hate this kinda crap?)

One cool thing... I currently have $1000 in cash in my back pocket.

Won't have it for long, but, believe me... I don't care if it DOES make my ass look fat. I like it.

Well... he's out there, checking the fluid levels in the car, which is better for his overall health than to be in here, tapping his foot at me while I type, which he was doin' a minute ago.

I need to be out there, though... Last time he did this before I drove to Jersey, he didn't get the radiator cap down tight and I had a "tiny" problem on the friggin' Turnpike, which I'd just as soon not repeat this trip.

So, I'm outta here.
Hope everybody has a really good day and I'll be back later.

Peace

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May 31, 2005

I've had just about enough of this shit, now...

But, I don't think it's done yet.
Damn it.

In the last three or so weeks, I have reduced my cat herd by about half almost.

There are 8 babies gone to new homes, 5 had to be put down (all had MAJOR, untreatable health issues) and I "surrendered" the two pissin'-est Toms.
One escaped from the nitwits who were transferring him from the carrier to the truck, so either Dale or Tony is still here.
I guess.
Ain't seen either of them yet, so I don't know which one it is yet, and the dipshit guy will come back on Thursday, when I'm at work, and get whomever it is.
IF they do come back here.
(For some reason, the transfer was being made out in one of the fields, so the cat is a little ways off, but still on the farm. Hope he goes to the "other" farm over that way, where I was hoping my goat was, before he was found dead in the manure pit, damn it.)

I don't think I can take much more.

Between this shit and Eric's shit, I'm so internally twisted into knots that my stupid period is waaaaay off and I'm frickin' tired of it, now.
I have all the lovely symptoms, cramps, tired, feel like bloated shit, etc, but... do ya THINK the actual PERIOD would get here and get itself the hell over with?
Don't seem like it.
*hugely disgusted sigh*

I think I'mina go ride Storm.

I already took a Tylenol with codeine.
My head hurts.
So did my heart, til about half an hour ago.
(Codeine kicked in... *raised eyebrow and a half-smile*

Meantime, thank you Catfish, thank you Paul and thank you, too, Terry.
I saw your emails after I got home from work, went into the bathroom and broke down competely. I did good all day at work, didn't meltdown or anything.
But, when I got home... I lost it.

Then...
Y'all made me laugh and feel better enough to let Storm (and codeine *giggle*) take over.

After I clear my head riding, I'm gonna go get a rugdoctor/cleaner/screaming/vacuum thing and do the rugs.
And clean other stuff.

Maybe this time, once I re-remove the catpee "kilroy was here"s, maybe they'll STAY gone now.
Maybe now, when I clean the house, it'll stay that way longer.
Maybe now, when Eric's brother gets here, he won't run screaming from this house due to "Sleestak"-eyed kittens behind the couch.
Maybe now I won't hafta spend so much on cat litter, which always did make buying catFOOD seem kinda ironic, if not outright stupid.

Maybe, maybe, maybe...

One thing I am sure of, from the depths of my 42 years, is that sometimes... a LOTTA times, being an "adult" sucks.

Ya know, between this shit I'm doing now "about the cats" and all the "girlie" shit I do for work these days, like: wearing "colors" such as purple and PINK(!) and having these little purple, pink, green, blue and red hair doodads and shit...
I don't even hardly know who I am anymore.

I've mostly been okay, if not outright happy, with this stuff....
til today.

I don't like me much right now.

Eh.
It'll pass, I'm sure.
But, right now, if ya asked me, I'd say I suck big time.
I can't believe I actually managed to do it.

I don't know about me.
Do any of you?

Peace, y'all.
I'll be back later.

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May 30, 2005

Diplomacy. What a concept...

I do declare, if it ain't one gol-damned thing, it's another.

The very night (last night) that it was confirmed that we do have (or will have) the grand to take to Jersey, Eric comes back from that meeting (with the lender of said grand/the boss) with even MORE "news".

I could tell by the look on his face that he had somthing he had to say, but would rather not....

It's the cats.
Again.

Seems there've been "complaints" about "my" cats going under other "homes" here and peeing and whatnot.
SO, a certain dorkus-maximus around here takes it upon himself to get a trap from a buddy of his who works for the township and has been trapping cats.

He's caught two.
Was made to let 'em both go BECAUSE THEY'RE MINE!!
(dipshit)

And...
I had no knowledge of any of this til last night.

*mini-steam-fest for a minute*

I did.
I got a tad "annoyed" at first.
Then, I thought about it.

I really don't need two tons of cats.
I can't afford two tons of cats.

I have my "kids" and the rest are all just pissin' pains in my ass that I feed.

Sooo...
After I got over my "how DARE you TRAP cats" hissy fit, I gave it some thought and this morning asked God to help me out with a good solution.

He did.

The neighbor who was said to have complained came into the restaurant today and since I wasn't waitressing, I had a chance to talk to him about it.

I ran by the first time and said "Hi" and that if he had time before he left, I needed to ask him something, then I got busy for a while and he was eating his breakfast.
When I was next not busy and he was done, I stopped by again and asked him if my cats were being a pain in his ass in any way. (In the most non-confrontational way I've ever asked anybody anything, ever, mind you...)
I told him what I'd been told, about cats under his house peeing and traps and whatnot and he told me it wasn't just my cats, that he's seen the other two neighbors cats under there too and he was really nice about it.

I apologized profusely for it and told him I'd stop by when I got home to see what I could do to help the situation. I told him I've got "skirting" material I can use to close off the underneath and I'd talk to him about it more, here, at home tonight.

I just did.
Or, rather... we did.
Eric went with me.
In fact, he's still over there, standing in the front yard, bullshittin' with the guy.

The upshot of the cats thing is that he's not all that upset to begin with and now that he knows I'm giving cats away left and right, have plans to spay/neuter a few others and even got the farm vet to euthanize two very, very ill ones today AND that Eric and I are absolutely willing to work on his HOUSE to combat the problem for him... there really isn't one, now.

He said he's gonna tell dorkus-maximus to take the trap back.

I also told d-m that, if he's got this "township" buddy who'll take cats (for free, as opposed to charging me a "donation" to drop 'em off), I have two candidates in mind for that.
The two most pissing Toms I have.
They'd be Spider and Tony.

Not like they ain't been told, squirted with water, screamed at and had shit thrown at them for their pissy behavior, but they don't care, so I can't really either, now can I?
No.

For now, I'm making sure the cats who are not to be removed are wearing flea collars.
Just to be safe.

But, I think this storm has been quelled.
Thank God.
And...
I do.
Again.

Oh, and about "hostessing"... it's okay, but Gawd, I'd rather waitress. I couldn't do that full time... ew.
Besides... the tips, man.

Which, by the way, I managed to make 6.25 in tips today ON THE DOOR.
And, no, I wasn't extorting people for good tables.
*lol*

I was dealing with take-out orders and two people actually tipped me for it.
A nice old guy and a Navy guy from Willow Grove.
He was such a sweetheart, that one was.

Dressed in white, super shined black shoes, close cropped blonde hair, sweet, open face...
He comes in, asks for a menu and a phone.
Now that's different.
People don't usually want a phone, too...

That must be why, when I handed him the menu and told him where to find the phone, I added that if for some reason that phone wouldn't work, to let me know, my cell is right under the counter.

He studied the menu for a bit, went to the phone and was back in second.

"Uuh... could I use your cell? I don't have any change", he says.

"Absolutely"....

Got him my phone, he called the office and read them the menu, got their orders and I took care of the rest for him.
I was right there when he was paying and he told the cashier to add five on the credit card, she looked puzzled. (Told ya people never tip for take out...)
He pointed at me and said "It's for her. She was very helpful.", and smiled at me.

I told him thank you twice.
First it was, "Awww, thank you..."
Then, I said it again.
"Really. Thank YOU. For everything..."

He knew what I meant, too.
*grin*

Anyhoo... it's 9:30 and I gotta wash some whites.
Need the real uniform tomorrow.

Peace, y'all...

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Gone but not forgotten...

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May 29, 2005

Oh man....

I might be getting two ferrets.

I'll know in a minute, I think.

Back soon...

Update @ 7:28pm...
It's on hold.
That's cool.
Unless, of course, I have too much time to think about it...
(And, there are three of 'em...)

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1 Sugar, are you SURE you want more mouths to feed and worse yet, more cages to CLEAN?!?
they are cute little suckers though!

Posted by: Maeve at May 30, 2005 08:42 PM (6E1RR)

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Cool... this is entry #1401...

Just happened to notice that.
Neat.

Anyway...
Had a productive little while just now.

Cancelled HBO, made the payment arrangements with the payroll chick for the new payment(s) thing and borrowed her husband's shopvac to really give these floors a good vacuuming before they get shampooed.

Oh, and when I cancelled HBO, I also got another two day extension to pay the bill, so that's a relief, too.'

Have washed nearly ever' dish in the damned house, too.
Got some laundry done, still some to do.

I'm also watching alla my favorite movies while I do this stuff.

Seeing them from this new perspective (as in: out from under the parasol, listening to whistling like I have been for sooooooo long) is cool.. It's almost like I've never seen them before.

Riding with Eric is almost brand new, too.
We've been out the past coupla nights.
Yep.
After dark.

Friday night, we got to see nighttime pyrotechnical/arial stunts from the Airshow. It was awesome.
When we first saw it, we didn't know what it was. Unlike the fighter (Blue Angel) jets, you couldn't hear this one, just see it, but ya didn't know WHAT you were seeing at first.
We both said, in unison, "What da FUCK is THAT?"

It looked like a UFO. Even when ya started to realized it was a plane, ya still couldn't understand what you were seeing, because it looked like it was on fire.

Then, it started doing loop-the-loops with what looked like huge-mongous sparklers on it's tail.
THEN, it started pooping fireworks every so often.

Hell, there were fireworks going off all over the sky, almost like God was having a celebration for Eric.

It was unbelievable.

It was also perfect.

*just spent several minutes with fingers poised on keyboard, staring off into space with a stupid grin on my face*

Anyway... I need to go get more shit done.
Hafta "hostess" tomorrow and be there two hours early, too.
Ew.

*lol*

Talk atcha's later.

Peace everybody....

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Well, that was "interesting"...

Liar Guy is such an asshole, I swear.

Not that he lied about the strippers, I don't think.
It's just that he IS an asshole.

Man, am I glad I had my head straight about it and was gonna do it...
Makes me feel better about me and my new stance, which is NEVER anyone "sponsored by" Liar Guy again.

These two didn't even show up and it wasn't worth it.
And...
I don't mean me... to me, or whatever.
I just agree.

I'm pretty sure these chicks do actually exist.
I'm going by the reaction around here, of certain other parties and their girlfriends, and shit.
Seems one of the guys here knows one of the strippers and has been spending large amounts of cash, trying to her to go out with him. (*siiigh* Retard.)
Mind you, he HAS a live-in girlfriend.

She was one of the ones flippin' out yesterday.
Why on ERATH her mental problems with this required her to be hangin' around, talking to ERIC about it (he with no shirt on, tats and muscles hangin' out everywhere), I do not even PRETEND to know, but I also refuse to get sucked in, or I'll just kill people and things, so fuck it.

Anyway, she was pissed, the guy who works here was BEYOND pissed and I think threats to Liar Asshole's continued health and well-being were made (not by me... yet) and then it rained.

For about a half an hour.

That was the flimsy excuse Liar Asshole took and ran with to not have brought them here.

We all went riding anyway.
And, by "we all", I mean Rob and his buddy, then me and Eric.

Whatever.
Won't happen again.

Those chicks wanna come ride, they can show up alone.
Liar Guy brings JESUS over here to ride, NO.
(Of course, I'd be "forced" to knee Liar Guy in the balls, dropping him to the ground, so that I could pantomime to Jesus to "call me" and I'd still hook him up, just not through Liar Asshole. Get it?)
*grin*

Everything else is still fine.
I don't know about Eric, but I'm still sorta numb, kinda like standing stockstill, holding my breath, waiting to see if all this does happen.
I mean, I'm sure it's gonna, but it hasn't yet.
Ya know?

Meantime, we keep thinking of new and creative angles to the cash situation.

We'll be okay.
It's only til September anyway.
September, I get Fridays back (if I don't sooner) and soon after, hayrides start.

Also, I did go to about 4 or 5 places yesterday and left applications.
We'll see what happens.

Well, I think the dishes are drownt now, so I'm gonna go "bust some suds".

Peace, y'all...

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