November 02, 2004
Not that I'm even remotely paying attention, but...
My gut just informed me (not that I asked, mind you) that Bush is gonna win. It'll be close and a tight race, but it'll be Bush.
I still don't care one way or the other* but I thought I'd throw this out here and see if I'm right. (*As I've maintained all along, every one of these dudes is exactly the same as the next one in that they are all, every one of them, lying sacks of monkey shit, which is why none of this truly matters to me at all.) By the way, I'm not even watching "real" TV. In fact, I'm watching "Wrestling with Shadows" again. Hell, Bret has more personal integrity than all the politicians put together. (Plus, he's way much better lookin'.) See?
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November 01, 2004
Two quick things....
First, I just banned about 5 IPs, so if ya can't comment all of a sudden, let me know and I'll fix it.
Second, it's been a while and I've gotten a few hits from it lately, which reminded me, so....
Ahhhh.
Just what I needed. Love ya, Bret!!!
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"Hell Watch" is officially in effect now...
And, what is "hell watch", yer wondering?
What it is, is kinda like fire watch, except there's nothing you can do about it if ya do see any. With fire watch, if you see a fire, you report it or put it out... whatever. With hell watch, you can only watch... usually in horror, if yer remotely NORMAL.The "hell" you're "watching" for is the reality created when that foul, fluffy, disgusting white shit that shall REMAIN NAMELESS shows up and makes the entire world 47,000 times harder to deal with than it is in the first place, which is more often than not "plenty enough, thanks". *sigh*
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October 31, 2004
My cats are silly and ignernt, but they's mine....
I have more reasons for saying that than I have time to list them all.
But... the most recent proof of this just happened last night. I went grocery shopping after the hayrides were done. In addition to all the shit I usually get, I got the cats 8 play mice. Basically, they're just plastic-bodied little things, covered in multi-colored fur and they all have a "tail". When I threw them all on the floor, a couple of these dopey cats grabbed one up and slunk off, growling, with it in their mouth, like it was freakin' real or something. (lmbo...) Then, this morning, after having given them 8 of these stupid fake mice the night before, I wake up to find a REAL dead mouse on the kitchen floor, laying there among the toy ones. Ew. What? I gave them 8 mice, so I still have seven dead real ones coming? Dear Gawd, I hope not. * a coupla minutes later, after a radio conversation* Oops. Gotta go. Rob and his friend and maybe a kid or two are on their way, so I hafta go into high gear and get some shit done. Talk to ya's later. PeacePosted by: Stevie at 09:13 AM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
October 30, 2004
Oh yeah...
Don't forget to set your clocks back an hour before ya go to bed tonight....
Posted by: Stevie at 10:58 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Well, that was fun....
I had two hayrides earlier. There was an "adventure" on the first one. I did good, got home, blogged it, then, as I was about to publish it, my mouse dies.
Had to run to Walmart and get a new one. So, I did.It works. I'll get back to the adventure later. Still trying to get some shit done, then, yes, Mad Wm., I will be on YIM. (That's one of the reasons I went NOW and got a mouse insteada waiting til tomorrow.) I'll be back... I hope.
*grin* Peace
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Hi, I'm fuckin' livid, how are you?
That tofu-fartin' fairy dickhead at the garage FAILED MY CAR for the stupidest motherfucking shit I've ever heard of.
Oh sure... I got the goddamned emission sticker because I was exempt from being tested, but do ya THINK that cocksuckin' bag of monkey shit would just "safety" pass the fuckin' car? No. Of-fucking-course not. Let's see. What ridiculous bullshit did it fail for again? Hmmm.... one front tire has a bit of wear on the inside edge, two of my brake lines are SUPPOSEDLY dry-rotted and cracked (I saw NOT ONE crack anywhere when he "showed" it to me...), he says my idler/Pitman arm has too much play in it and.... what else? Oh yeah, he pointed out that my tranny pan is leaky (he says), there's a thing behind it with some kinda clamp-looking thing that he says is leaky too, and we need to put more of that exhaust repair putty/goo/shit on the pipe by the catalytic converter. When I drove outta that place, I was so fucked over I got lost for a while, then, when I finally figured out where the flying fuck I was and got headed in the right direction, I beeped Rob and when he answered, the second I heard his voice, I lost it. I freaked out so bad I hadda pull over into a parking lot til I could see to drive and breathe again. After all the shit we've all been through lately with that car and this maggot motherfucker fails me for this nit-pickin' BULLSHIT. I sincerely hope that little prick lives a loooong and utterly sexless life.Peter-puffin' cock knocker. Soooo, I did what any half-insane person would do in a situation like this... I stopped at the state store and got Eric a case of Yuengling Black & Tans and myself TWO bottles of Tequila Rose. Thank God I ate a sandwich while I was waiting at that stupid I'll-NEVER-go-there-again garage. (FUCK!!! I hate that bastard. Can ya tell? Am I *too* obvious? Are the teethmarks that now adorn my dashboard gonna give me away? Will killin' that fuckhole be going too far? AAARRRGGGHHH!!!! I am sooooo pissed...) I told that little dick that everything he'd mentioned was as good as already done, we have alllll the parts we'll ever need and not one, not two, but THREE guys to work on it, so NO they, the garage, would NOT be getting the repair business. I also asked him if I could take it any-damned-place I wanted to, to be RE-in-fuckin'-spected and he said yeah, but if I brought it back there and (IF) it passed, I'd get the sticker for free. I told him I'd rather rob a goddamned bank and pay my buddy EXTORTION RATES than hand him another dollar after that bullshit, so thanks, but no thanks and bye now. He's goddamned lucky... he's goddamned lucky I'm not still there, sitting on his chest, beating his head on the floor, or standing in the middle of Street Rd. stopping all four lanes of traffic and explaining in DETAIL exactly what kinda bullshit shop is being run right there. *several, deep-breath-filled minutes later* 'Tis amazing what an old-fashioned, Tom & Jerry jelly jar fulla Tequila Rose can do for one's attitude. I do believe I'm calming down some. In fact, I now feel capable of driving to the goddamned grocery store for some friggin' cat food, so I think I will. Me and my half-passed car will be back soon.
(Yes, pun intended...) Piece
(Of that guy's ass will bring ya some bucks here, people...)
Fuckin' dillhole turd-burgler...
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October 29, 2004
I got to drive my ca-aar....
Finally.
First, while I was doing a pumpkin hayride yesterday morning, Eric put the tranny fluid in. When I got back, we put on the hood. Then, he went back to work and so did I... on the car. Got it washed (more like scrubbed... what the hell do flies eat then shit, anyway? India ink and superglue mixed together? Christ...), got the interior cleaned, glass done... and did hayrides in between. And, drove da Bird out to the field each time... *grin* Last night, after the last hayride, I took the electronic locking thing for the hatch/trunk outta the blue bird, BY MYSELF (Rob only verbally said what to do, then had to go) and installed it into the white one. Eric did the wire-splicing horse shit and ... it works! We dood it! Then, I ran to the store for "equipment", as it were and "topped off" the gas tank to make up for the old gas that was in there. I say "topped off". It was more like, said "Fuck this, man" at $20.00, then saw to my relief it was just past "full" with that much, anyway. Somebody oughta be ashamed of themselves for gas prices like these.... *shoots at look toward D.C.* Today, so far, I've run one hayride, with another coming up at around 2:00pm (yes, in the freakin' rain, too...) and I've also fixed a running light, cleaned all the detritus out from under the hood and around the hatch and I'm currently being frustrated to no end by that idiotic excuse for a spare tire and all it's accoutrements. There's a certain, special way it all fits together and bolts down in the wheelwell, but, so far, it's winning. I will ultimately triumph, however, because if this shit don't get it's shit straight right quick, it's gonna "fit" in the shed really well. I'm not gonna listen to a bunch a rattling and shit rolling around back there and I'd call a tow truck before I'd use one of those mini-doughnuts as a spare, so... keeeeep playing, ya stupid tire... G'head. Punk. Another thing I hafta do is re-do the redneck chrome around the T-tops. I told George not to take them out, but... does he listen? Nooooooo. I mean, it IS a clue if they are already "sealed" (or seated into) duct tape, is it not? Well, not to him. Not even being told expressly to leave them be seemed to get the point across and as a result, when I got done washing the car yesterday, I noticed that the console was kinda wet. And, it's raining today. He'll be here later and if this is a clusterfuck to fix, I will beat his skinny lil ass.*shaking head* Back to it, then...
Peace
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October 28, 2004
An equine anecdote... and then some...
Eric's dopey horse, Action, is the only one out of the three of them who insists on removing all the huge burrs from the field by using his mane and foremane. What this means is, every danged day just about, I wind up having to spend hours, picking these stupid things out. *sigh and an eye roll*
Yesterday, when he saw what Action had done to himself AGAIN and way worse than ever before, it was decided to just shave his mane off completely. It would have been nearly impossible to get them all out and the thought of him turning around and doing again... no way. Life is too short... Eric did the big job. He grabbed the clippers and did the deed... most of the way. Not being overly experienced in being the cutter in these situations (he's usually the victim of the hackjob, be it the Navy doing it or his ex), I finished up for him. Made it look as good as it could. I got done, stepped back, looked at Action and maaaan, you shoulda seen the look Eric gave me when I started singing.... Goodbye my darling - Hello VietnamA hill to take, a battle to be won
Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone
Goodbye my sweetheart - Hello Vietnam I think I sealed the deal when, as they were walking away, I waved and hollered "See ya later, Pyle!" at Action... Dopey horse... Anyway, a rather large list of the bizzare, twisted and sometimes downright scary things that bring people here is in the EP...
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Good goin', Dipshit...
Tell 'em to "stay tuned", then don't post for over 24 hrs. *slaps forehead*
Sorry. I don't know what ails me. I'm kinda tired, kinda wanting to finish cleaning (HA! That'll never fuckin' happen...), kinda silly, kinda Miss Cranky-pants... kinda schizo, I guess you could say. Let's see... where did I leave off? I know it was prior to the pumpkin hayrides... I did a buncha them yesterday. Three, I think. New pumpkin patch, slightly different route. Some chick left her stupid baby stroller here, after I made sure to bring them right back to where she'd left it. Hope the damned "binky" wasn't in it... *giggle* Ummm... what else? House is mostly clean, just need to finish the wash and do some detailing-type shit. Still haven't actually driven the Bird yet. Still need to at least put the tranny fluid in and the hood on. They kinda frown on driving around without them, I'd imagine, here in the Commonwealth. In fact, it was an improperly closing hood (that was, in fact, ON the car) that got Officer Blanchard so interested in me lo, those many moons ago. So, let's just not even start with any "hood" shit, shall we... not? Good. Speaking of the moon... M-O-O-N, that spells moon, Tom Cullen, Nick... but, I digress...The eclipse....
*yawn*
I really had to wonder why I was out there, freezing my feets and boobs off when, first off, it was cloudy and second, when I could see the moon, it looked relatively normal, like a quarter moon, or whatever. It wasn't red, or blue, or plaid or green cheese. Whatever.... "Goin' back in, now..." Haven't trimmed any more hair... yet. I have a really solid idea of what to look for, how to correct it if need be and when to do it, so I'm leaving it be for now. I'll be washing it probably sometime before the end of this day (if I don't just wig out and do it later this morning. I only have 6 hours til my first hayride...) and I'm gonna do any cutting then, while it's wet. I've been just cutting random hairs that need it, dry, while I'm curling it, but... that's not the best way to do it. Actually, doing it yourself AT ALL is not the best way to do it, but, tough cookies. Or shit. Whichever you prefer. I've been trimming my own hair and doing my own nailtips for so long, it's pretty easy. Speaking of which (the nailtips), I am gonna put them back on sometime soon. I was waiting til after the Bird was done, in case I got to get greasy, 'cause if you're getting greasy, breaking nails, even fake ones, is almost required... like bleeding is if you want the car to run when you're done working on it. Anyhoo, if I suddenly become dyslexic, you'll know why. Also, while I was driving the tractor yesterday (had my favorite Oliver, the one I call "Mr. Douglas"... think Green Acres), I was thinking about a lot of stuff pertaining to last weeks mini-drama and I like where my head is at about all of it and I do wanna write it out, but... now is not the best time. There's a little too much of the Miss Cranky-pants aspect in my head to be able to express it the way it really feels, so.... Hopefully, it'll come out. Soon.
(Bare bones... I've learned some things and I had such a growth spurt, I could almost literally see it happen, like I shot up another three inches or something...) Also, it occured to me that I'm getting a lot of the coolest things about myself back these days. From the haircut, to the car, to the TV shows of my past thanks to TVLand, to having horses... just all kindsa ways.
One thing about it is I wanna thank God for it all and acknowledge my appreciation of it all and equally as important to me is to make it known that the only and the best difference between when I had all these things before and having them back now is Eric. Being able to share this with him makes it so close to perfect that, before- like last year, even- it would have scared me half to death. But, now, for some reason, I'm not scared. I know it's not perfect, either, which is fine with me. I never thought I'd even get this close, ya know? I'm just glad it's not freaking me out beyond making me feel aspects of happiness I didn't even guess existed...
Very strange, after the life I've... lived?... been through?... survived? Yeah, alla that and then some... *grin* Anyway and on that note, I'm outta here. Gotta house to tweak, a cuppa coffee with my name on it and, besides, I hafta pee.
TMI?
*giggle* Peace, y'all...
Posted by: Stevie at 02:45 AM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
We've finally gotten settled in Germany and I finally got a new blog up and running...it's good to catch back up with all your doings..I always enjoy the read when I stop by.October 26, 2004
It's alive!!!!
For the first time since George drove it outta here and towed it back last Thanksgiving, I heard and saw my white Firebird running.
Talk about gettin' teary eyed... sheesh.... *grin* Now, all we need to do is add some tranny fluid, figure out where the last few vacuum lines go and put the hood back on. Then, I need to find a tape of the "American Graffiti" soundtrack so that I can drive this thing properly... that is, of course, with the song "Green Onions" by Booker T & The MG's blasting.
Who needs that? On the other hand, I just yawned so big I coulda parked the Bird in there, sooo....
Which will I do? Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of "Utter Drivel in Excruciating Detail" or "Hey, Who Shaved my Head, Where's my Firebird and Who's Vega is This?" Peace, y'all...
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October 25, 2004
With a few minor corrections, I'd like to dedicate this snippet of song to my (%#$@&!!) Firebird....
*fffrrrnnnnn* (pitch pipe...)
Ahem....*deep breath*
"My eyes still get to adore you
Though I haven't laid a hand on you in over a year
My eyes still adore you
Like a million miles away from me, you couldn't see how I adored you, mostly 'cause looking at you right this second gives me gas pains, which contort my face...
So close, so close and yet so faa-aaar...." Actually, with just a word or two more changed, I really could say the same thing to my hair.... Instead of "in almost a year", make that "in two decades" and there ya go...
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October 24, 2004
We're gettin' there....
They have the engine in and bolted to the tranny. Now for the "fun" part....
I, on my end, have the taters in (Dad said the same thing you did, Paul. Thank you, Love... *hugs*), the ribs are cooking slowly, covered in sause and the rest is waiting for it to be time to be made.Posted by: Stevie at 04:24 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
It's Happening...
Before I tell ya what's happening, I just have to point out that that title is also the name of one of my favorite songs by Biff Rose. He's the real "Buzz the Fuzz" guy I've mentioned before.
I typed that in, then said "Heeey, I know that song..." Pretty cool, huh?
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<< toothy grin *snerk*October 23, 2004
Muuuch better...
Wow.
I finally got to sleep for more than 45 minutes in a row. Geez. I almost don't know how to act.... Oh yeah.All "egotistical" because of women's stupid reactions to me... that's right.
*preen*
Posted by: Stevie at 03:45 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Hi there...
How are y'all doin'?
I'm jest fiiine, thanks for wondering, if indeed you were, which many, many people who know me do. About many, many things....
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October 21, 2004
Well, well...
Looks like I'm not the only one.
Poor Bret. Seems that some asshole named Ric Flair has been running his mouth, LYING about Bret. Treating him one way face-to-face, then being a two-faced, lying sack of shit by exposing his true colors the instant Bret leaves the room. Now, why does that sound familiar?Hmmm.... And, how's about Curtis? Seems an asshole who did a buncha stupid, illegal shit wants Sliwa stopped from talking about it, even though it directly involves him. Now, again... why does this sound so fuckin' familiar?
I wonder. Shitty position to be SHOVED into, but hey man, I have to admit... I LOVE the company.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:13 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay, here's the deal...
I spent some time today and this evening talking to Eric about alla this shit. I also talked to my Dad and even left a message for Paul (whom, by the way, lives in an entirely different country, therefore this can now be termed an "international incident", if you wish {/sarcasm}), just to clear up a coupla my own questions about how all this search result shit works.
Like I said before, I also spent a lot of time thinking. Of the two major issues I'm dealing with, I've come to a coupla conclusions on one.Posted by: Stevie at 03:05 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
October 20, 2004
Oh, well, this is cute...
I swear to God, she makes me look like the poster child for "discretion".Jesus.
At least I know about that of which I speak.
Not to even mention the fact that this bim is married to a guy who could be President. Think about that and all that it implies. Now, tell me again why anything I say should be so important? *crickets* Yeah.
That's what I thought....
Posted by: Stevie at 07:52 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Cheese and rice fuckin' krispies....
Unbelievable.
You guys just will not believe this shit, when I get to it. And, I am gonna get to it, too. Before the end of this day. However, I do have another hayride or two to do first, so it's gonna be a while. Matter of fact, just to be as "cute" as possible, I may just be "forced" to wait til the deepest, darkest hours of the night to do this, just to drive certain people bugfuck with the waiting.*"Eat me" grin aimed in the general direction of Jersey* The more they search, the more strands they're making in the ties that bind. (Bet ya didn't realize that, did ya, Genius(es)?)
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