June 12, 2004

Free Association...

1. Charity:: begins at home
   
2. Scale:: triple beam
   
3. Jennifer Lopez:: I can do that.
   
4. Coercion:: blackmail
   
5. Meter:: electric
   
6. Pressure:: Queen
   
7. June:: Carter Cash
   
8. Infestation:: Human population
   
9. Serial killer:: victim found drowned in a tub full of milk and Cheerio's
   
10. Anguish:: painful
    

Found here.

Posted by: Stevie at 02:19 AM | Comments (17) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Da fuck?

Snow? Being cynical?

I cannot stop giggling. I'd never have guessed we'd be in the same book, if not the same exact page, on this one. But, hell... even she thinks the actor + President thing may be dragging this out a bit.

I heard myself say to Eric earlier "This is no funeral. It's a Farewell Tour. This poor bastards done more 'gigs', so far, than the friggin' Judds did." (Yep... I'm goin' straight to hell... I know, I know, I know.)

Anyway, it's the second half of Snow's post that I'm referring to.

Posted by: Stevie at 01:48 AM | Comments (17) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 11, 2004

I'm probably gonna piss people off here, but...

Tough shit.

Ready?

I could really not possibly give less of a damn that Reagan died. I'm fuckin' SICK of having to see shit about it every goddamned place I turn my eyes.

HE WAS 93 FUCKIN' YEARS OLD!!!!! DID YA'S THINK HE WAS GONNA LIVE FOR-FUCKIN'-EVER?

A 93 year old guy died.

THAT IS NOT NEWS!!!!!!

Hell, I thought he died a coupla years ago. May as well have for the quality of life he probably had, too. Who the fuck cares?

He was a POLITICIAN. That means liar, secret deal-maker, pocket-padding bullshit artist by definition. Look it up. There's a picture in the dictionary next to the word 'politician' and it's of a puckered asshole. That would be because that's what they all are, politicians... a bunch of assholes.

Granted, I avoid politics like the fuckin' plague it is, but still, I do NOT remember Reagan being said to be such a 'wunnerful' guy while in office.

Matter of fact, I seem to remember something about Nancy, astrologers and him running the country while developing Alzheimers. Lovely. There was also something about Nancy casting chicken bones about the Oval Office for guidance, but I think that was part of a stand-up's act. Wouldn't have surprised me if it had been true though.

I'm not pickin' on the whizzled up old fart personally. I'm sure, aside from him being a POLITICIAN, thus a person who LIES for a living, he was a really great guy. (rolls eyes....)

This same shit happens when certain celebrities die, too. The fact that this dillhole was a movie star + politician probably means this horseshit won't cease til about 2007.

Does anybody give one lil ol' fuck, by the way, that Ray Charles is dead, too? Hell, he's more of an inspiration to me, personally, because he spent his entire life blind and could still play the HELL out of a piano. Plus, he got robbed of 20 years that Reagan didn't.

The bigger tragedy here is Ray Charles.

If either of these things ARE tragedies. Which I doubt.

Reagan was NINTY-THREE freakin' years old. Ninty three. Old people die. It's a fact. So do young people. Hell, no one here gets out alive, right Mr. Mojo Risin'?

I'm just sick of it, now. Tired of hearing "Reagan this, Reagan that..." endlessly. Jesus. Bury the son-of-a-bitch before he starts to stink, would ya's? Be done with this shit.

And, for the record, I do NOT care to be innundated to death when Nancy dies. I do not care ALREADY. Hell, I'm even almost already pissed at what's gonna be done when she does croak. I can just imagine.... *retch*

Let me reiterate... I don't have anything against Reagan personally. We'll just set aside the fact that he was a politician and the fact that I think ALL politicians are lying scuzzbuckets, for the most part. Just shove all that over into the corner.

What are we left with?

That some 93 year old dude with Alzheimers died. That's not even a surprise, let alone the kind of tragedy that deserves all this attention. Hell, he's probably glad to be gone from all the people he didn't even know anymore buggin' the living fuck outta him (no pun intended) day in and day out. (What's the best thing about Alzheimers? You keep meeting all these new people...)

Ninty-three years old... with Alzheimers.

Yeah. I can see why THIS is reason to mourn. He's free from all that. Let's all waste a week (so far) lamenting this shit.

I felt worse when John Wayne died.

Wanna know what I do feel bad about with alla this? The one thing that IS giving me pause?

The guys (mostly) on my blogroll who're truly hurt that this guy is dead.

Rob and Mad Mikey, for two.

When I first saw the headline that Reagan's health had taken a turn for the worse, I literally asked outloud how a dead guy's health could get worse. My next question was "who gives a fuck?" Well, first Rob did. So, I kept it zipped. Kept my opinions to myself and went on.

Then, it seemed that nearly every single blogger had to at least mention it, as if someone mighta not heard. That's to be expected, though, so again... out of respect more for fellow bloggers than Reagan, I again kept my mouth shut.

Then, I read Mad Mikey's post and was GLAD I hadn't gone off.

Then, most bloggers at least, if not the media, seemed to let it go and get back to business, thank God.

Then, Ray Charles died and nobody gives a damn because they're all too busy still snottin' up over Reagan.

Now, I'm pissed. And sick of it.

Every fuckin' time I turn on this computer, there he is AGAIN on the Yahoo homepage. He's in every other goddamned headline and what about Ray Charles?

Poor bastard shoulda picked a different week to die, I guess.

Sorry, Ray. Nobody can be bothered to give a fuck you're dead. You had the misfortune to die the same week as the now 'Saint' Reagan did. Sorry buddy. You don't matter.

Wanna know what probably REALLY killed Ray? He got BORED TO DEATH with all this shit about Reagan.
I know I'm on the verge.

Ya know, nobody had two good words to say about Reagan when he was in office, but look at this shit, now. NOW, he was God, or some fuckin' thing.

What I feel even remotely bad about, about ANY of this shit, is that Reagan the Dad, Reagan the Husband died. I simply cannot mourn the passing of a ninty-three year old victim of Alzheimers. Let alone the passing of a 93 year old politician/victim of Alzheimers. (Why does that last phrase seem redundant?)

This is NOT a tragedy. Reagan died peacefully, at home, with his family around him. He didn't die in a plane that got flown into a building, he wasn't blown up by a suicide bomber, he didn't have his head sawed off by some fuckin' piece of human shit, hell, he didn't even die 'too soon'. He had a fuller life than most people could even imagine. He was a movie star (granted his most popular co-star WAS a monkey...) and he was President of the Got-damned United States of America.

Was there some other important shit he had left to do and didn't get to do cause he died?

I don't THINK so.

He went from all that glory to a wasted, mindless shell of a human being and God finally set him free from that.
As it should be.

If it's true that no one person, no one life, is any more important than any other (as I heard also 'endlessly' when that "Iraqi prisoner abuse" shit was all the rage) then we need to either cut the shit or start mourning EVERYBODY the same way.

Truly, my Grandfather's death was more of a sad, sad shame than this. He, too, was younger than Reagan and he died of cancer less than about a MONTH after he was diagnosed. Pop-pop didn't get any extra years like Reagan did. Pop-pop had more kids than Reagan, only one wife, unlike Reagan and my Pop-pop never did one single thing in his life that caused him to stutter, play stupid or say "Derrr, I don't remember" when asked to explain, also unlike Reagan.

I'm pretty sure Ray Charles didn't, either, but....

I didn't used to feel one way or the other, really, about Reagan. I simply dismissed him like I do all other politicians. I didn't hate the guy. But, even if I had overtly liked him, it's been driven so deep into the ground by the relentless bullshit, that I can see it turning to hate soon because he just won't go away already.

It's enough.
We got it.
The man's dead.
Now, bury him and shut the hell up.

Jesus.

Posted by: Stevie at 12:13 PM | Comments (26) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

1 Hey Stevie...tell us how you REALLY feel. Sorry...couldn't resist. I love your rants, girl. You inspire me!

Posted by: AmyVegas at June 11, 2004 12:51 PM (lBFdX)

2 God Bless you, Darlin'.
At least the first comment under this isn't "Die, you Nazi-bitch"... lmfao.

Honestly, when I saw there was a comment already, my first thought was "Aw shee-it... Here we go."

Again... thank GOD it was you.
*hugs*

Posted by: Stevie at June 11, 2004 01:08 PM (48N/c)

3 Die You Na....

oh... shit. ah well.

:-P

Posted by: Mad William Flint at June 11, 2004 01:15 PM (jRssG)

4 rotflmao...
you lil shit.

*kisses all OOOOVER ya face*

Posted by: Stevie at June 11, 2004 01:45 PM (48N/c)

5 Grrrr - Mad William Flint beat me to the obvious joke here.

Your response to all of this is part of the reason I didn't go 'Reagan-crazy' - we all knew it was coming eventually. It just blows none-the-less to actually see the coffin with the flag laying over it.

No worries Stevie.

(SIDENOTE: You know, I tried to used the word D-R-A-P-E-D in my post and it flagged it as R-A-P-E. What's up with that Stevie??)

Posted by: Mad Mikey at June 11, 2004 02:41 PM (TAP1e)

6 *Note*
Normally I wouldn't worry about this, but I've managed to respond to everybody else individually in here and I just wanted to let it be known that I answered Mikey from Yahoo mail, instead of here and I'll look into that MTBlacklist thing.

If anybody gets any other words flagged, let me know, okay?

And, as a test... fuck.

Let's see if that gets thru...

Posted by: Stevie at June 11, 2004 04:13 PM (JWp6d)

7 'Fuck' is okay and d-r-a-p-e-d isn't....

Yeah.
Okay.
*shaking head*

Posted by: Stevie at June 11, 2004 04:16 PM (JWp6d)

8 Good. I didn't want to try discussing fire trucks and have it flagged as well....

Posted by: Mad Mikey at June 12, 2004 12:35 AM (eMjz8)

9 Hiya Stevie,

It's me, deuddersun, ya know, that "Liberal Piece o' Shit" that occaissionally pisses everybuddy off over at Mikeys.

Gotta say, Love yer piece on Ray-gun. BTW, Ray Charles got plenty of coverage on CNN if you count the fact that the only thing they showed was Ray singing "God Bless America" for Ronnie and Mommy. Kinda stoned two birds with one overkill.

Great blog. Love yer work. Let's do lunch. Have yer service call my service.

d.

Posted by: deuddersun at June 12, 2004 10:12 AM (Sc7Kg)

10 When I'm 93 years old, you're not invited to the funeral. :/

Posted by: Michael at June 12, 2004 12:20 PM (i3lBB)

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Christ...

And I thought I have the attitude problem...

Pfft.

The last paragraph says it all... lmao.

You go, Dude.

Posted by: Stevie at 06:05 AM | Comments (15) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 10, 2004

Holy ol' hell, where to start?

Mad Mikey, that hunk, has about 5 posts that y'all have just GOT to go see.

One is... interesting.
One compelled my cats to leave a comment.
One is funny.
One is funnier.
One is too friggin' cute.

Just like Mikey.

Posted by: Stevie at 08:57 PM | Comments (16) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Man...

I don't suppose it's any kinda secret that I love animals in general with a depth and intensity that I can't even imagine having towards very many humans on a one-to-one basis, let alone in general.

Well, for every iota of wonderful it is to have tons of four-legged, furry creatures to love and share my life (such as it is sometimes) with, it's even more devastating to lose one.

That's why this made my eyes fill with tears.

THIS, on the other hand, ripped my heart out and made me bawl like a baby.
Especially the 8th paragraph.

God, I wish more humans understood exactly how huge a gift from God Himself animals are and how healing and fulfilling being given their love and trust is.

Frankly, more animals are deserving of love and good, fair treatment than humans.

Like it or not, that IS the truth.
Pisser, ain't it?

Posted by: Stevie at 06:17 PM | Comments (20) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 09, 2004

HA! I did it again...

Well, I actually did two things again.

Ya know how I'm always saying I like to fix shit that I have no idea I know how to fix til I do it?

I dood it again.

I just took my mouse apart all the way, screw and all- I hadda open that puppy all the way up- so's I could fix it from the other thing I did again.
Which was spill coffee on shit.

One good thing about my particular kinda coffee is that I use Sweet-n-Low insteada sugar, so at least stuff doesn't get all gummed up... just wet.

Repeatedly.

Oh well. Guess that makes the keyboard and mouse a matched set again, huh?
Both Compaq, both drowned with coffee, both resuscitated by the same dickweed that killed 'em. (That'd be me...)

I do believe this little episode has raised my 'geek' rating by about 50-55% 'cause for the first time ever- so far- I didn't hafta call Paul to figure out what to do.

Instead, I made like a Nike ad and just did it.
Yay me.

Now, about that "coffee-anywhere-NEAR-the-computer-AT-ALL" shit....

Posted by: Stevie at 08:02 PM | Comments (17) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Well daaaaamn...

HERMIT
"the meditator, philosopher, sage, wise
man"
You can not and will not compromise your values and
have a desire to complete past things before
begining the new (you value completion,
perfection, and introspection highly). You are
a natural way-shower, sage, and seeker. You
have an appreciation of the body and the wisdom
of the earth and its natural process. You have
a deep love for beauty, harmony, and order.


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Nailed my ass.

Swiped from one of my favorite-est chicks.... *hugs, Honey*

(Updated @ 8:50pm to include pingage that was sorely lacking earlier... siiiigh. Hell, even when I do remember to do it, it doesn't ping right... vafanapoli...or however it's spelled, with the appropriate hand motions.) (You know... fingers brushed out from under chin? Yeah... THAT word.)

Posted by: Stevie at 12:07 PM | Comments (17) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

WTF?

I just got a trackback ping from Susie from OCTOBER 1st, 2003.

*grinning and nodding at computer (with a slightly confused and scared look in (on?) my eyebrows), like yer supposed to do with INSANE inanimate objects, while sloooowly backing away*

(Edited at 11:57am, the instant I realized the way I had it worded sounded like I was implying that it's Susie who is insane, instead of this computer like I meant to...Sorry, Susie!)

Posted by: Stevie at 11:40 AM | Comments (17) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

So...

Yesterday, not long after that last philosophical post o'mine, I started doin' it. I put dooowwwwn the coffee cup and picked up a great big old ex-beermug and started drinking water. Stuff's not bad. So, I kept doing it. While I was doing that, I also swallowed a Diruex and about 4 (sissy, ballless or non-Ephedra) Metabolife.

Then I hiked out to the stream with a sickle bar and chopped my way up a goodly part of it.

On way my out there I pass this one small pond. Has a few turtles, some frogs... pretty standard. Except... on my way out and back, I saw the same three frogs together. They didn't say anything one way or the other, but I'm pretty sure these guys are the Budweiser frogs. I'm gonna see if I can't find that lizard, what's his name? Louie?... that hangs with 'em.

I also got within 3 feet of a groundhog and then almost got runned over by a deer. Don't think it was a reindeer, but still...

"Semi-fat Chick got runned over by a fast deer, on her way out to the stream. You can say there's no such thing as 'mistaken karma meant for a hunter', but as for Semi-fat chick, she believes."

Gawd, she was gorgeous... I'm assuming 'she' cause there were no antlers or any other male lookin' appendages as she leapt and boing-ed her way across the field.

Oh, and the best part... I finally found crayfish in the stream. I've been looking every summer since we've been here. Now, all I need is a small tank and an airpump for it and I can have my favorite pets again.

Yes, pets.
No, I do NOT keep them to eat or use for bait.
How fuckin' RUDE is that to do? Jeez.

I like having a few in a tank just to watch. You can feed 'em stuff like worms or hamburger and it is sooo cool to watch them eat it. They grab it with the pinchers and sorta hold it up to their chests, then use these little limb/arm/hands things to shred and eat whatever it was you gave them. They also shed their shells every so often and it's cool to keep those, too. I once 'grew' one of those things to over 4" long. He was almost as long as my hand. And, he/she/it was blue. Very pretty.

There are little lizard-looking things in the stream too. Newts, maybe? I dunno. But, I want a coupla them, too. Big enough tank, I could have a frog or two, maybe a little water turtle and no, not a snapper, thanks. They smell and they have a MAJOR attitude problem, kinda like rat-snakes do. I'd just as soon not have ANY snakes, actually. The kinda snakes that live in water ain't the kinda snakes I want in my hands... especially not after having just watched "Lonesome Dove" not long ago. I'm not scared of snakes, but, DAMN.

Aaanyway, I walked at least a little of my ass off yesterday and drank enough water to start my own lake... which I did, in several places out there.

And... I'mina do it again today, too.

And, I'm gonna KEEP doing it.

If it kills me, I'm gonna have the outside of me lookin' as cool as the inside, the part you guys see and seem to like.

I don't wanna be that "cool chick, who needs to drop a few pounds" anymore. Nor have I ever been or wanted to be that "gorgeous, yet stupid, vapid or bitchy chick". Sooo, I'mina take one adjective from each description and make it so.

I choose "cool" and "gorgeous".
These things CAN be done.
And will.

The "cool" part is a gimme. I'm related to Dad and ya can't be related to Dad and be an asshole. I can say that because there are a number of people related to Dad who are not assholes... me, my brother Norman, Dad's sister Linda, Pop-pop... Not that my Grandmom was an asshole, but I sometimes got the idea that she thought we were ALL nuts, so... lol. And, as for Dad's other sister... pfft. She's gorgeous and all... was even a 49-er's cheerleader when she was young, but she acted like I didn't even exist last time she came "home" from Ca., so screw that noise. As for Dad's brother... I swear he most certainly WAS adopted and nobody'll ever convince me otherwise. He couldn't be more unlike Dad if he was a girl... and, if he WAS a girl, he'd be a nun. Mother Superior, by now I betcha. He's had that 'superior' part down for decades, now.

Anyway... except for a coupla fools, the 'cool' part is inherant.
Having a 29 inch waist is also possible. I know this to be true. I still have the jeans... (that've been mocking me every damned day for the last two years).

I WILL WEAR YOU SONS-A-BITCHES AGAIN AND BREATHE AND BEND OVER WITHOUT HURTING ANYTHING!!!!!

Oh yes... I will wear my LBD again. LBD is "little black dress". I still have that, too. And, my little pink half shirt. And, the mini-skirts and Harley tank-tops with the lace-n-shit.

Pretty sure I still have the black high heels to go with the LBD, mini-skirts and even the jeans, if I dig far enough. Which, I will.

I'm even playing at getting tan out in the woods. I keep finding these really nice, secluded patches of sunlight, which is about all the excuse I need to shed clothes.
All in the name of health, right?

Well, hey... I don't wanna go in the pool this summer fully clothed again like last year. I walk over to it swathed in a huge beach towel, then quickly drop the towel and get my T-shirt and shorts-clad ass into the water as quickly as possible. Then, everything stays under, except my head. That distortion that looking through water causes is my best buddy. Or was.

Some day, reeeeeal soon, I'm gonna swagger my slim little ass into Montana West and blow some minds on that bull. I'll be comin' outta nowhere, as far as those 'regulars' are concerned, gorgeous, with the tight jeans, the long (thick, hot, Goddamned) hair and just shut 'em DOWN on that bull.

I can do this.
And, I'm gonna.

Jes' keeeeep watchin'.

Posted by: Stevie at 07:37 AM | Comments (20) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 08, 2004

Hey...

What if the hokey pokey really IS what it's all about?

Posted by: Stevie at 08:42 AM | Comments (19) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

And, slappin' a grin back onto my face after alla that...

I give you... Rob.

Y'all have GOT to go see this.

I'm still giggling.
There is so MUCH truth in humor....

Posted by: Stevie at 07:29 AM | Comments (21) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 07, 2004

Holy coincidence, Batshit...

Cheese and rice burners, IE is slooooow. I know this because I was just using it to send a link to Leah, so she can see the "Family Plots" post.

While I'm waaaaaiting for IE to MOVE, I'm going through tapes to see if I can find the one I know I made with the real "Stepford Wives" and "Mommie Dearest" on it. (Not yet....)

Then, the instant I click 'send', I realize what it is I'm looking at on this one tape...
Investigative Reports, from A&E, first of all. Second of all, it's about the Coroner's Office in L.A.
Another show on A&E about deceased people....
How weird.
How cool.
How 'me'...

Anyway, after I struggled out of my "Daisy-the-barking-retard' induced state of catatonia, I went and helped Eric milk again.

Crawled back to the house while he fed up and made dinner. I cheated a little, though. I made those Banquet-type turkey slices (to be put on bread), mashed potatos again and succotash. I vaguely remember eating dinner, doing the dishes and staggering off to bed. I'm certain there was a shower in there, somewhere, too.

I was alseep before it was dark.

Got up at 12:30am, again....

Since then, I've continued the wash (last load waiting to be dried), fed the cats and am currently making my third tape of the Addams Family Marathon on TVLand in the livingroom.

Now, I am about to make cookies again.
With the usual LIGHT brown suger, this time.

Is it me, or is dark brown sugar not good for making cookies?

Great for pseudo-hockey pucks, just not too good for soft, chewy chocolate chip cookies, I take it.

Who knew?
(Probably every other female/baking-type person on the planet except me, no doubt.)

Anyhoot...
Have as good a day as possible, y'all...

Peace
(Now that the damned dog finally shut the FUCK! up.)

Update @5:19am...
Ah, yes.
Much better this time.
Plus, I went a little ape-shit with the vanilla.
I let it overrun the teaspoon for a slow count of oooone.

Day-UM, these things are good.

Posted by: Stevie at 04:29 AM | Comments (17) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 06, 2004

Dog.

Shut.
the.
FUCK!
up.

One of my dogs is a little more brain damaged, apparently, than the other three. This would be Daisy (this time). She barks at her own farts to begin with, but you turn on a lawn mower or a weed eater and Heaven help us all.

This is her:

And that's every freakin' time the lawn mower goes by.

Then, we get to do it all over again with the weed eater.

God,
Help me.
Thanks,
the one with the '1000-yard stare'

Peace...
what a concept.

Posted by: Stevie at 12:57 PM | Comments (20) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I am so backwards...

Last night, after I cooked dinner, around 7:30/8:00pm, I went to bed. I got up around 12:30 this morning.

After I'd been awake long enough to be coherant (around 1:30am, or so), I did the two posts before this one. That took me until about 3:30 or so, then I had to get ready to get Eric up... make coffee, that kinda shit.

Starting around 5:30am, I helped him milk the whole herd, cleaned the milking parlor, fed two barns (three pens) of calves grain and hay, fed the horse, watered him, came in, started the wash and made breakfast for me and Eric consisting of eggs, bacon, fried potatos and french toast. We're done that now, getting ready to take the trash to the dumpster across the way, vacuum the house, feed the dogs and finish the wash and it's only 10:30am.

Then, we get to do the milking through calf/cow feeding allll over again this afternoon.

Thank Gawd for Aleve, ya know?

"Greeeeen Acres is the place to be.
Faaaarm livin' is the life for me...."

My achin' BEE-hind.
(Well, back really, but who's countin'?)

Be back later...
Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 10:47 AM | Comments (18) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

The "Family Plots" thickens...

I got the coolest email the other day. Rather than try to explain it all, I'll just post the pertinent parts.

On A&E

Posted by: Stevie at 03:41 AM | Comments (20) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

My favorite Munuvians....

Okay.
What I decided to do here is just link the ones I know... for now, anyway.
I mean, fer Pete's sake... there are so damned many of us now. It's cool as hell, but hard to keep up with, kinda.
Very much like how hard it became to keep track of all the people coming into the 'Boulder Free Zone' in The Stand. (Yes, I am reading that again. Why?)

Aaanyway... there are 12 Munuvians I know well enough to do justice. (Yet, somehow, I still manage to wind up needing to do 14 links for this...) I'm sure there are others who're also great reads, but... what would I be able to say? I haven't read enough to know anything yet. As I learn 'em, I'll pass it on. In the meantime, let's go mingle with the ones I do know.

Posted by: Stevie at 03:00 AM | Comments (20) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

1 Awww. Thank you so much, Stevie. You are such a doll. I remember the POW image, and the sweet e-mail you sent me. And me trying to figure out how to help you put it up here. I'm glad that you made it -- even in spite of my "no-helping ass." LOL!

I have to confess, however, that my husband wrote the Memorial Day post -- I just cleaned up some spelling errors. (Heh.)

I'd LOVE to take credit for it but I can't.

Anyway. I love you like fire, too, baby girl. {{{ hugs }}} thank you. You made my whole day!

Love,
"Em"

Posted by: Emma at June 06, 2004 04:01 AM (NOZuy)

2 Ms Stevie:

Thank you for the kind words! My site is a bit on the hard side to classify side but I think you've nailed it.

I don't know how I've missed including you in the Corner of the Bar Babes... must have been a giant brain fart... I used to milk cows by hand before breakfast every morning when I was growing up... any babe that can milk a cow had just GOT to be a COTBB! I'll send you the code for a site logo and put you in the blogroll right away!

Plus... I just love it when a girl says FUCK!

Posted by: Madfish Willie at June 06, 2004 02:43 PM (Rmawx)

3 ...thanks, Steviebaby... I am humbled, and flattered.. which, of course... means that you will get another SRV song next week when I come off vacation..

Posted by: Eric at June 06, 2004 04:50 PM (Py0cM)

4 Wowee! Thanks! And likewise! Yer definately one of my favorite cow puppies, too!

Posted by: Tuning Spork at June 06, 2004 09:08 PM (pKu2s)

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June 05, 2004

Busted... yet I end up vindicated...

Rob started it with this.

I read that, then instead of starting to clean the house, I started watching "Tin Cup" again, which is where I first heard the term 'mulligan'.

I'm gettin' all into it, vaguely playing at getting ready to clean (as in putting my hair up and shit) and in comes Eric. He just looks at me sitting here watching "Tin Cup" with this grin in his eyes and a raised eyebrow.

"This is Rob's doing", I say as I gesture toward the TV.

"What he do, write about golf or something?", he asks.

"Yes, he certainly did", I giggled.

He sat down and watched a huge chunk of the movie with me.

Then, as he's getting ready to go back out, he asks about dinner. I told him I was doing the porkchops, then the wiseass says, "So... will it be done when I come in or will it be started then?", being cute about me watching movies instead of gettin' this shit done.

"HA!" says I. "Take note of the time, as you try to bust my cajones, then come in and read my earlier post and compare that time to this one, ya punkass boogersnot."

Yes, I may be being 'led' into screwin' off (that's my story and I'm stickin' to it), but, hell... I've got 4 hours, at least, til he's done.

I'll make it juuuust fine.

Long as I don't get distracted again, that is....

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This is sooo not the time to have a brain freeze...

I've been having 'issues' with this computer for the last few days. It keeps crashing when I'm writing here or in Yahoo mail. Paul has a theory that it has something to do with the new version of YIM and it's mail checks. So, he wants me to do a longish post or email with YIM completely off.

Now, normally, me blathering on for hours about something isn't a problem, but... I don't wanna lose anything important in the crash, if there is one. So, I'm sitting here, staring at this nagging blinking cursor... not having clue one what to say.

Shit.

Well, Paul, we can rule out it's being a 'time issue', because that up there took me about 15 minutes... lol.

I'm watching the Pink Panther. The cartoon, not the movie, tho I do like that, too. I found a tape of Pink Panther cartoons a few years ago and bought it. I'm not much for jazz, but I do like this music.

Heh... if it weren't for Bugs Bunny, I'd not recognize very much classical music, either. I don't like most of that whiney stuff, but if I happen to hear a snippet of a song used in those cartoons, that's cool.

Speaking of music, (and here's where I'm starting to care about losing this now...), yesterday I was thinking about playing Neil Young again while I cleaned the house. I can't get him outta my head now (nor do I really want to, anyway) even more than usual because of something Emma said in my comments. She left a bunch the other day and I loved every one of them, but she really got me with the one about my Mike post. I've been wanting to say thank you, Emma, for days, but between being overwhelmed at your kind words and the fact that we keep crashing like Billy Joel or Richard Petty, maybe, I've not done it yet, so I'm doin' it now...

Emma, what you said was the thee most astonishing and appreciated thing I've ever been told about the way I write. Or, am, really. Because what ya see, is pretty much what, or who, I am....

I suck at lying or playing games, like trying to be something I'm not, so if I were doing that here, it'd be obvious as hell, I believe. Sometimes, though, I do get glimpses of parts of me I didn't really know were there anymore, if ever. Sometimes, I surprise me.

I've been wondering all along how much of that to take to heart and feel good about.

Between you, Veloci-Sweetie and Rob, I'm leaning toward "most, if not all" of it.

Yes, you Kim. I remember what you said about my "Eric and the salad dressing" post.

And, Rob, your comment on the Memorial Day post really got me, too.

I love you guys. Thank you more than I could ever articulate.

Okay... I don't seem to be crashing here. Cool. Must be the YIM, then.

Alright... the plan is, then... (loosely): Clean da house. Won't take that long. Do Munu linkfest, which I already have the groundwork laid for. Make Eric a really good porkchop dinner. Run around nekkid as often as possible (which is why, denizens of Pennsylvania, it is literally COLD right now) til tomorrow sometime, seein' as how George ain't here cause he went to Joisey to help his kid put an engine in a Bronco.

But, FIRST... gotta post this, which is excellent since it seems I can, now. Just hafta keep YIM off when I wanna write, is all. Fix it if we can, or this'll work fine, too. Whichever. Long as I'm not 'truncated' anymore.

Talk to ya's later.
Peace.

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June 04, 2004

This'll work...

Thank you again, Rob...

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