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April 28, 2004
Earthlink rocks...
I know not everybody has the highest opinion of Earthlink, but I've gotta say their livechat support people kick ASS!
'Clayton D' is pretty friggin' cool. He just saved me from myself, yay him.
I got a money order on April 3rd to send to Earthlink. I had time before the payment was actually due, so we held onto it for a week or so, just to be sure it wouldn't be needed elsewhere. Well, that week or two turned into 'still have it' and now I also owe them for another month. (The MO from the 3rd being for March, basically and now I owe them for April, too.)
So, I finally got their email about this about 4 or 5 days ago. This isn't their fault. It's just that they aren't my primary email account and I hardly ever check it. All I do is get rid of the stupid toolbar and go on about my business.
Aaanyway... I owe them. Needs to be paid by the first.
Poop.
First of all, I can't even get the second money order and get it mailed before tomorrow at the soonest, which meant that it'd get there late, no doubt, I'd be 'off the air' for about a week AND it'd cost an additional $15 to be reconnected.
Ppppbbbbbbttttttttthhhhhh to that.
Clayton saved me. I'm not sure if it was because I shamelessly played the "I don't suppose the fact that my birthday is on Friday and it'd reeeeally blow to have the pooter shut off the next day' card, or if he was just being generous, but I now have a week extension to have enough time to get the money there.
Yay, Clayton and the rest of the livechat support team! They are some good people.
And another moist raspberry to the moronic fucknoodles at the phone-in support who tell people stupid shit like Earthlink does take Western Union payments, when in fact they do not and that there is nothing they can do to help me, like saaay... an extension.
The last time I went to the livechat support people it was because, again, I'd forgotten to pay them and had been shut off. I happened to have an AOHell free trial thingy here and used that til my payment cleared. Then, when again the phone people ignored my plea, I asked the chat people about it and mentioned that I was only able to converse with them through the auspices of AOHell and bada bing!, they had me back on in less than 20 minutes. The stupid phone people said it would be at least 24 hrs.
Turds.
So, for a second birthday present, this was pretty decent. The first one was the best one, though. That was the saddle. Now this.
I'm happy.
(Wow. This is the second time in recent memory I'm aware of saying that.) (Good thing it's in 'recent memory' too, seein' as how that's about all I have left for memory of any kind...)
Okay. Gotta run to the store, then come home and lament about, plan on, think about, plot to, make a list for, yet NOT clean the house. As usual.
Peace.
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'Scuse me for a few minutes, okay?
I have this thing I need to do and it may not make much sense without a huge, long backstory that involves too many people for me to be comfortable naming and explaining about.
But, in an effort to not clog up the person's comments that I care the most about in this situation and for the easier structuring of the whole thing, I've drug it home.
God Bless MT, ya know?
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Stevie,
Amy is in trouble, and in pain.
I respect what you're trying to do.
I think she's going to keep walking the railroad tracks towards the oncoming train. Dammit if it don't hurt to watch.
You have a good heart stevie and a strong personality. Keep at her if you can find the strength and stomach to do it.
I think there are a few of us reading out here that are glad you keep coming out swinging at Vin for her.
Way to go.
Posted by: Lori at April 28, 2004 07:09 AM (osUaX)
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Hi girl...my head is spinning with all this at the moment, so you'll have to forgive me for keeping this short. I love and appreciate your words, and even more, your motives. I know you have my best interests at heart and it makes me feel blessed that you look out for me the way you do. It's hard to know what to say without sounding like I'm justifying...so until I find the words I really want, I'm going to be quiet and think. I'll post on this later today, I'm sure. Oh..and I should probably clear up at least one point - I said that wrong about the email and hoping it's from him all the time but then finding it's newsletters or whatever - I meant I hate when that happens, but I didn't mean that he never emails me - he does, a lot. Sometimes I am just so selfish that I want EVERY SINGLE ONE to be from him, and they're not. It came out all wrong in that post. At any rate. I'll stop clogging up YOUR comments now. *giggle* hugs.
Posted by: AmyVegas at April 28, 2004 09:42 AM (lBFdX)
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(Again... line by line answers here... for the most part, anyway.)
Lori...
I know. I especially know the pain.
And, thank you. I kinda think you're right and, yes,it does kill me to see her do this this way.
Thank you again, twice. Believe me, I don't intend to give up on her. If I'd had ONE PERSON who didn't throw their hands up in exasperation at me for doing a lot of the same shit back in my younger days, it may not have been such a long and hard road to where I am now. And, honestly, the only place I am now that is so blessed important is "with Eric". I'm praying it doesn't take Amy til she's 38 to find her Eric, like it did me.
Not to even mention how much of my life I pissed away in pursuit of this real love... How many opportunities, great jobs, etc. did I let go by because of how fried my brain was trying to understand why I kept getting jerked around by (feckless) men and trying to just handle that all-encompassing feeling of loneliness and the certainty that I was really never gonna find "him"?
It hurts my brain to think about it.
And, thank you once again, for letting me know that I'm not the only one who wants to see him do right by her or...Well, there is no 'or'. I want him to do right by Amy, period. If he can't, not only is it his loss, he needs to cut the crap (and that's what it is, if he can't make it real for her), so she can be free to find her "Eric".
And, that IS what she's looking for. That guy who is every love song that's ever touched her heart and made her say, "Yes. That's it. That's what I want...", personified. (Such as pretty much anything by Bread, Chicago, Journey, Foreigner...hell, even some of Barry White's stuff, 'cuz I DO understand her so well and she IS so much like me....lol.)
And, ya know what? She really does NOT want too much. What she wants, what she dreams love can be, it is. It can be. It's NOT too much to expect... though I bet the situation she's in, if not "He" himself, makes her feel like it is, more often than not.
That bugs me.
She calls herself 'selfish' because she hopes every email she gets is from him. *shaking my head* Gawd. That is so sweet... and it's also not the epitome of selfishness I see in this deal.
He's the one who won't 'shit or get off the pot', as it were. He's the one who continues to drag Amy down the highway to hell in his quest to have it all and give up nothing. He's the one who either allowed or made her fall so in love with him, him knowing the whole time, unlike HER, that he was MARRIED!
That'd be the deal-killer for me. How the fuck do ya overlook that? Him OR her? How'd he forget to mention that til it was way too late for her to leave him and how does she overlook such a huge lie? Seems to me it happens pretty much the same way the rest of this relationship does...with her loving him enough to do, allow and forgive anything for him and him not giving enough of a damn about her to do ANYTHING, including being honest with her.
What I really have the biggest 'issues' with are liars. Not men or women specifically...ANYBODY who makes a living outta lying.
Especially about something so fundamental.
Shit man...If he lied about THAT, how can I, you, we or she believe ANYTHING he says?
THAT is what scares me for her the most.
There is more pain and heartache waiting down this particular road than even I can tell ya, if she keeps letting him be the driver. It'd be bad enough if she was at least in the front seat with him, but she's not. His FAMILY is in this car with him. Amy he's got stuffed in the trunk so his spousal unit won't find out.
(Grrr. Christ, that pisses me off.)
I'm about at the point where I'd consign my soul to HELL, just to see Amy tell herself, "Ya know what, God damn it? I AM a good girl and I DO have a heart of gold and I do NOT deserve this. Dude... stick yo' head up-ith yer ass and twist it, okay? I'm outta here."
Of course, I KNOW her and I'm fully aware she'd probably add, "If you ever get free, 100% F-R-E-E from your situation, by all means, let me know...blah, blah."
I do, however, reserve the right to hope to Gawd she wouldn't actually stand around, waiting for that day. (Though I suspect she may, for quite a while...God love her.)
As for me continuing to swing at him...well, hell. He's SUCH as easy target, letting things go on like this. HE had all the relevant information from day one. She didn't. HE is the one who allowed this to happen, in spite of that information. SHE is the one who didn't GET that information until it was too late. HE'S the one who keeps lying to EVERYBODY. The only person Amy seems to be fibbing to so far is herself, in thinking he's EVER gonna do what's right.
As long as HE keeps walking around, impersonating a great big old red target, I'mina keep firing these paintballs that hit and form a scarlet "A" on his forehead as long as I can do it in such a way that I don't cause Amy any more pain.
God knows Amy is the most important one, the most innocent victim in all this.
All she did was fall in love. HE has and still is perpetrating a HUGE, HUGE lie. On everybody involved.
Ya know what, though? I really don't wish anything bad on the guy...at least not any more than I would any other guy who did this to her. Hell, he's got enough shit to deal with just being who and how he is.
All I want is for him to stop shitting on her and the tremendous love she has to give.
I have this feeling that somewhere, not too far away, is the man who'd KILL for her love and I'm scared that she won't be able to recognize him when she does see him, because all she can see now is this 'him'.
If that happens... if he messes that up for her by continuing to play this shit on her, THAT'S when he's gonna see me 'raging'.
I just can't sit by and watch her throw away any more (or all) of her life for a guy who won't give up ANYTHING for her.
I don't know what it is about her, but... there IS something, hell, there's a LOT about her that draws me to her. From the first day I read her pain and knew it so well, I've felt as if she's, like... my little sister or something and protecting her, or trying to, is as natural as breathing to me. And, I'm gonna keep doing it, 'til she's in a good place...the wonderful place that she deserves to be in, in love.
And, Amy?
Take all the time ya need, Sweetie. We only have the rest of my life, if need be. I'm not goin' anywhere until either a.) You're truly happy and in love with a GOOD man, or b.) Ya tell me to piss off.
And, thank you for knowing how I mean all this. I ask God every time I start to open my mouth (type) about this, to help me word it in such a way that you DO know I mean you no harm and never want to hurt you.
Truth isn't meant to be a weapon, although that's how a lot of people wield it. And, withhold it.
And, thank you, too, for clearing that up about him emailing you. When I read that, it HURT me. All I could think was "That bastard..."
It's nice to know he does do that, at least.
And, you are NOT selfish. When all you're getting is bits and pieces, it stands to reason that you'd want them all to be from him.
Oh, and feel free to ramble on for hours. Lord knows ya got a ways to go to even come close to me in the 'clogging up comments' department...*grin*
If all the hell I had to go through to get to Eric was for no other reason than to help you through it, so be it. At least NOW I know why it was necessary. Granted, I do believe there was an element of "Gotta go through hell before you get to heaven" so I'd fully appreciate all that Eric is, but it's nice to finally see it be of some use to someone. God knows, there was enough 'hell' for me to get through that it oughta be for more than just one reason.
And, I have been given that gift of really being able to see Eric for all that he is and to fully appreciate the love he gives me. In fact, it's his love that gives me the seemingly endless strength to offer you my hand for no matter how long it takes ya to make it through the 'hell' portion of the program.
That's what love does. It feeds you, strengthens you, allows you to LIVE...it's wonderful and I really want that for you. So much so, that I'm here for you, for as long as it takes.
Count on it.
(As should you, Vin, cause I'm really NOT going away and leaving her to slog through your endless bullshit by herself. I'll stop (sometime waaay after)whenever you do.)
Posted by: Stevie at April 28, 2004 02:42 PM (WRZQu)
Posted by: Mad William Flint at April 28, 2004 04:47 PM (jRssG)
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I responded to you on my blog.
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April 27, 2004
Yes, tornados are fascinating, however...
I'd prefer not to be IN one, if'n ya don't mind.
Holy shit.
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Damn I miss that kind of extreme weather. just doesn't seem to happen here so much any more.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at April 27, 2004 09:00 PM (jRssG)
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I've been in weather like that many times. I grew up between NY and TX and man oh man extreme weather doesn't even come close to the description... I've been only a few hundred yards from a tornado - not fun - especially since it mussed up my hair so much.. hehe The wierdest event that I can relay to you is when I was flying into phoenix arizona...
My flight was coming in from a chicago and the pilot had just come on and said that we were cleared for landing and going to try to beat a duststorm heading into the vicinity of the airport..and our descent would be a bit quicker than it would normally be so to keep seated and buckled tight.
We banked and out my window I saw this orange and red wall of dust coming from the north west of phoenix - it was like a hollywood special effect, like the one in that stupid movie the mummy a few years ago. But ALOT bigger. It came and came and came swallowing up roads, houses, cars and we ducked under some clouds and banked again and I lost sight of it. We landed pretty quickly after that.. THUMP THUMP THUMP and came rolling to the end of the runway and turned going still pretty fast towards our terminal. The pilot kept up the speed until we were parallel to the terminal and then slowed down enough to get to the actual terminus. All stopped... When I got my briefcase and got off the plane and into the terminal it was like leaving day for night. The dust had enveloped the entire airport and you could not see the plane from the window a mere 5 or so feet away from the inside where I was standing.
Amazing...and frightening - if I had known it was going to be that bad and that close I would have needed a change of boxers.
YEEEEHAAAA!
God Bless Us All - Every One.
Rei
Posted by: Rei at May 01, 2004 11:48 PM (UEv1X)
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April 26, 2004
Guess what I just did?
This.
Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 14:56:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: "stevie ray" Add to Address Book
Subject: You, of course.
To: bret at brethart dot com
Hi Bret,
This is nuts, me thinking you're ever gonna see this, but, I figure I may as well go for it.
Can't hurt.
Not sure where to start, really. *thinking*
Okay, I know about you, who you are and all, so I guess I should let you know who I am. My name is ****, but I use the name 'Stevie' on the computer. I love Stevie Ray Vaughan and I maintain a blog (weblog) that has him as it's 'theme'. Feel free to check it out if ya want. It's an online journal, more or less, that I update quite frequently. If you do go there, expect to see yourself, okay? (*grin*) http://caughtinthexfire.mu.nu
I'm about to become 41 on April 30th and I live on a farm, with my fiancee Eric-the-Wrestling-Fan, in Northeast Pennsylvania. I love animals and have more than I can count. Everything from a parakeet to a horse, including but not limited to cats, dogs, rabbits and a rat. Oh...and cows. Holsteins, to be precise. Eric and I don't own the farm. He's the Herdsman and we live here as part of his salary.
Like I said, Eric is a huge wrestling fan. Has been for as long as I've known him. I, on the other hand, can't be in the room when it's on. And, God forbid Vince McMahon should be onscreen or open his mouth in my earshot. Gah! He makes my skin crawl. I truly detest him because of what he did to you. And, it's not because of wrestling that I know about it.
I can vaguely remember once or twice happening to see you when you were wrestling. Someone (I forget who now) was watching it and I happened to see the TV and I can remember thinking even then, "That guy is gorgeous! Maybe there's something to this after all...nah. But, damn, that guy is HOT!" That guy was you, of course...*lol*
The only thing I knew about wrestling, really, was that I kinda thought Jerry Lawler was cool because I saw him slap that dipshit Andy Kauffman right out of his chair on Lettermen one night and a friend of mine had named her baby after Rick Flair (whomever he is), but that was about it. Oh yeah...I also knew who Hulk Hogan was. *Yawn*
Anyway, I was watching A&E one afternoon and saw "Wrestling with Shadows" and, Dude... I am... Hell, I don't even even know what to call it. Hooked? In love? In lust? In deep respect and admiration bordering on awe? Whatever you wanna call it, it is strong. I hesitate to call myself a 'fan', per say, because I didn't really follow wrestling then nor do I now. But, I taped that "Biography Extra" and I've watched it several times. Since then, I've used the Internet to find out more about your career and I read your Calary column and brethart.com is bookmarked.
More than your wrestling career, what I find so compelling about you is, in part, the look in your eyes. You have the most intense, expressive eyes.... They blow me away enough just in photographs and on TV. I can't imagine looking into them in person and still being able to speak English...*giggle*
Honestly, though. Wrestling or not, I like you. (Now, there's a candidate for Understatement of the Year...)
For whatever it's worth, I just wanted to let you know that. I respect what you stand for and I think you're absolutely gorgeous, to boot. As much as I'd like to meet you, I doubt that'll ever happen and this seems like the next best thing. Of course, there IS my cellphone...Talk about a 'beat-all' birthday present! (As if....)
Ya know what? Again... why not? What's it gonna hurt? I can't even believe I'm about to do this, but... here goes: X-XXX-XXX-XXXX. There it is. Feel free to dial it. (Or not, of course...)
Either way, I'm glad you're doing so well after your recent health issues. I've read where you may be going back into wrestling. The idea scares the hell out of me, but, if you do, I will watch it then and please... be careful, okay?
Take care,
**** *******
(aka 'Stevie')
email address
http://caughtinthexfire.mu.nu
Yes, really.
Clicked 'send', too.
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That is so cool! I once wrote a letter to The American Dream, Dusty Rhodes..have been a wrestlin fan ever since I can remember..you picked a good one to write to that's for sure. I hope you hear back.
Posted by: sandy at April 26, 2004 06:23 PM (ge9c9)
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Me too. (*Semi-mortified grin*)
But, I think I'll keep breathing while I wait.
(And posting his picture and drooling.)
Posted by: Stevie at April 26, 2004 06:32 PM (jknQT)
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Hey...hope springs eternal right? If he calls you I'm going to start composing my email to Angelina Jolie!
Posted by: Brian at April 28, 2004 02:07 AM (9qwba)
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Oh for the love of God...
Somebody take his keys.
If that doesn't stop him, try the coil.... distributor cap... whatever it takes.
Anything to keep this dickweed outta the drivers seat.
Update (some 40-45 mins. later): This has been bugging me since I posted this earlier...How is it this dipshit can't drive 25 feet without going off the road, yet it's
Harry Chapin we lose in a fiery wreck?
That is illogical, unjust AND it sucks.
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Give Billy a break. He drives better than Ted Kennedy.
Posted by: Acidman at April 27, 2004 09:52 AM (imPqy)
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lmao...True, but barely.
Posted by: Stevie at April 27, 2004 10:40 AM (gT5sB)
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You know Billy isn't so spiffy behind the wheel simply because he has to go through 88 keys to find the right one all the time before he can even start the car!
That would frustrate me too!
Nah... That isn't right, his drivin' S U C K S Oh Oh Oh Oh ay Oh... A billy joel lyric..
And that's only as he drives into something...Car, Tree, HOUSE... It really is a miracle that man isn't toes up and chillin' in a drawer.
Now Ted Kennedy.. His body is made up of 99% Scotch, .5% Water (the ice) and .5% unknown elements. The elements are still unknown because they have been deemed worthless and non tocix (hiccup) by the CDC - Yes the alcohol has effected him.
Simply Truly Me, Yours...
Posted by: Rei at April 30, 2004 09:53 PM (UEv1X)
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A rant...
I frickin' HATE truncated comments.
That is all.
(Beautiful in it's brevity, ain't it?)
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You are invited to check the pages about...
Posted by: watches at December 22, 2004 12:34 AM (PR1ck)
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April 25, 2004
Tweakin'....
We've been at it again. Paul and I, tweakin' this place. We also cleared up my desktop by moving 37 out of 43 friggin' icons for different shit into two folders. Now, including those two folders, there are only 8 icons. This, in turn, made it not only possible, but almost mandatory to change the background again. Frig the clouds and one lil tiny, blue backgrounded picture of my Beloved Bret.
Now, the entire background is this one...(*DROOL ALERT*)
Then I have a little b&w one off to the right side...that'd be this one...
Can ya get shocked licking a monitor?
Anyway....I'mina go clean this house. Lord knows it needs it. Again. As usal. I love living on a farm, but, criminy.
Oh and by the way...new dog pens, vinyl floors, rain and dog paws do NOT play well together. At all. In any order ya put 'em.
I'm gonna be the 'Mopping Queen" in no time at this rate. I'll have ABBA 'fix' their song "Dancing Queen" to reflect my newfound Queen-hood and I'll be set. I'll be able to boogie my way to a clean floor. Every. freakin'. time.
Gonna go start cause that's the ONLIEST way to ever git done.
Pray for me, please?
Peace.
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Dancing Queen... Yes, I can see that! A kind of Singing in the Rain kind of thing going on floating your way all around the house like a crimson haired tornado...
And as far as being elextrified terminally by licking your terminal... um....
Didn't kill me yet... hehe
Me
Posted by: Rei at May 01, 2004 01:50 PM (UEv1X)
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April 24, 2004
Ow, my ass....
Balls, too, for that matter, cause I just got THEM busted and my ass handed to me, albeit as gently as a Ming vase, I must admit... lol.
The other day whilst bopping around the net, I stumbled upon a blog where the last post from a coupla days ago had, at last count, 80-some comments about whether the blog-author is male or female.
Well, goofball me... I got all 'wordy' over one guys comment about the author seeming to be 'too frank for a lady' and... disagreed, let's say, in a long-winded fashion, then turned around and did just about (okay EXACTLY-shut UP) the same thing here when I mentioned something about "quickly for a GUY".
Well.
*snort*
This morning I got a edumacation, thanks to that particular commenter which just HAS to be unfurled here, just like it is every time I'm RIGHT, which IS more often than not, is it not? (Watch it, Ricky-poo... lol)
Anyhoo... here it is. We start, of course, with kidvegas' comment under "Whoa...shit...it worked". Nothing has been changed, nothing edited, nothing 'fixed' to make me look good or any of that shit. You'll see. I start out fulla optimism and explanations and slowly realize that I'm fulla shit sometimes... this time especially.
God help my ass.
Here we go.
Name: kidvegas
URL: http://pontiuspilatehasacrew,blogspot.com
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wow, you really burned my ass on HAC. I'm really not a sexist, I think that all people should be treated equally. I don't think that all people are the same.
I don't think that women can't be frank, as matter of fact, my best female friend is such because she is a refreshingly forthright person. But in general, I find women to be less straightforward than men. Of course I've spent my whole life in New England, which could certainly have an atypically high number of guileful women(does seem to have a reputation for that, especially here in Taxachusetts).
By the way, I enjoyed your story about clearing the drain pipe. I noticed you made a comment about your friend Andy responding quickly 'for A GUY'. Now are you saying that all men are slow and unresponsive? I don't think so, I think your probably just pointing out a tendency you've noticed in the men around you. I'm not going to throw it in you face(too much) that you are basically doing the same exact thing you flamed my ass for...
Ow.
And, here is me in reply, ending up in flames of my own fanning...
(My lighter, too. I know. Shut UP.)
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You admitted defeat at the end?! Grrl, you've just won me forever!
This reminds me of a song lyric that may or not be relevent but that I'm gonna sit here and type out anywho...
I came, by myself, to very crowded place
I was looking for someone who had lines on her face
I found her there, but she was passed all concern
I asked her to hold me
I said "lady, unfold me"
but she scorned me and she told me
I was dead -- and I could never return
Well, I argued all night like so many have before
sayin' "whatever yer givin' me, I seem to need so much more"
then she pointed at me as I kneeled on her floor
she said "don't try to use me, or slyly refuse me
just win me or lose me;
it is this that the darkness is for"
I said "oh, lady midnight, I fear that you grow old
the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold"
"If you cry now," she said "it will just be ignored"
so I walked through the morning
sweet early morning
and I could my lady calling:
"You've won me... you've won me, my lord
oh, you've won me, you've won me, my lord!"
--Leonard Cohen, 1969
Posted by: Tuning Spork at April 24, 2004 08:34 PM (8CeEp)
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Why, thank you Spork....*grin*
It's nice to know someone appreciates honesty! I learned long ago that it won't kill me to admit when I'm wrong. Besides, it's so rare....*snerk*
Actually, it was great getting through that. I kept seeing little flames pop up on my ass as I was typing and I kept trying to puff and pat 'em out, but it wasn't doing any good. Matter of fact, every puff of air to put 'em out, only made 'em bigger, til...
Well, you saw.
Little booger-and I mean that literally, the guy's like, 22-got me good. (This shit is still making me giggle...damn.) I was as bad as him, he called me on it, he was right and I love it.
For as many times as I've had people telling me in my life "Yanno, ya oughta not do that anymore..." about various things that has caused me to answer, "Well, next time ya see me doin' it, let me know THEN, so I'll know what the hell yer talkin' about...", this guy did just that. Perfectly, too.
Have a little irony, it's good for yer blood, eh?
Posted by: Stevie at April 25, 2004 01:06 PM (GZv29)
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April 23, 2004
Whoa...shit....it worked....
So...I take Storm out to the big field and tie him, with a reallly long rope, to a dead piece of farm equipment. He did fine.
While he was eating his grass, I was smokin' mine...er, I was taking care of a little ecological situation I had asked Eric to do...oh....WEEKS ago.
Remember that huge tree branch that was blocking the pond drain pipe?
Well...it ain't no more.
(Oh, and it would help to know that this is a pipe that stands upright in the pond. The 'drain hole' itself is about 8 to 10 inches or so around. And, that the branch had the hole completely blocked...)
I took Eric's "ropin' rope" out there and did it...I'd say "myself", but I'd be lying and you'll never believe who 'helped' me first.
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wow, you really burned my ass on HAC. I'm really not a sexist, I think that all people should be treated equally. I don't think that all people are the same. I don't think that women can't be frank, as matter of fact, my best female friend is such because she is a refreshingly forthright person. But in general, I find women to be less straightforward than men. Of course I've spent my whole life in New England, which could certainly have an atypically high number of guileful women(does seem to have a reputation for that, especially here in Taxachusetts). By the way, I enjoyed your story about clearing the drain pipe. I noticed you made a comment about your friend Andy responding quickly 'for A GUY'. Now are you saying that all men are slow and unresponsive? I don't think so, I think your probably just pointing out a tendency you've noticed in the men around you. I'm not going to throw it in you face(too much) that you are basically doing the same exact thing you flamed my ass for...
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April 22, 2004
G'Day pee-oples....
(Sometimes I amuse myself by pronouncing words exactly as they appear...*shrugs*)
Just a short "Hiya!" before I go (the hell) outside and do....something. Anything, really.
I've been meaning, for the last day or so, to get out there and I did, very early this misty morning, but instead, I keep sitting here reading one. more. blog and making one. more. (long-assed) comment THEN I'll go, til I never do. So...
I'm already gone.
In fact, the cat (pick one) is typing this for me.
I have a horse who'd like to graze, steaks to grill and a really cute farmer-type running around out there shirtless and in shorts. I love lookin' out the window and seeing him ride by on a tractor or walking around, doing shit. Being able to just watch him sometimes, is soo....ahhhh. Don't know the words for it, but it just makes me feel s'good. He's so friggin' cute. Especially when he doesn't know I'm watching...
'Course, as soon as he does see me, I flash him through the window, which makes him usually holler "Whoo-hoo" all by himself in the driveway, which probably looks reeeally strange to Lew, the guy in the shop who can see him but not me.
I love doing that.
I also have blog-stuff piling up behind me, ready to avalanche my ass. There's the Cheddar X questions for about the last three weeks, the BlogSwan stuff I'm into, the big old link-thing I may have the nerve to try again soon (still not quite over the trauma of a 16-link post being eaten, thanks)...Gawd.
So much to do, so many damned distractions.
Be nice to get nekkid with Eric sometime again before our parts atrophy, too....
(Did I say that out loud?)
*Reads*...yep. Sure did. Oh well. May be TMI again, but, as usual, it IS true.
Alright then...first things first.
Guess that would be 'clothes'.
Shit.
I'll be back.
Peace.
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I pronounce words according to their spelling sommettimeees, too.
Posted by: Tuning Spork at April 22, 2004 11:15 PM (ESkI7)
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Glad to know I'm not the only one who likes to flash my man. Once the neighbor saw- they don't have any curtains in thier windows- I avoided eye contact for a few days.
Posted by: Kenna at April 23, 2004 08:49 AM (h8fVz)
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sweety i cant wait till we visit the tree stand again or any where is allright with me as long as you are the one forever i love you
Posted by: always yours at April 23, 2004 02:12 PM (L67Hf)
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Wellll...George IS going to Joisey this weekend....
*weg*
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Alright....
Either this is the second blog I've seen like this or it's the second time I've seen this one, but either way, can anyone explain what in the hell this is?
It starts out normal looking enough, but, before the end of the first post....wha?
I found this guy in Velociman's comments.
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When you do a "view->source" of the page, the text actually looks ok. It's really pretty weird.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at April 22, 2004 01:39 PM (jRssG)
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Well, okay, but...what...how...why...
S'up widdat?
Why is it like that to begin with?
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April 21, 2004
I know I'm supposed to be cleaning the house, but...
See, my browser is sooo used to some things, I swear it just knows to, say, check my email whether I ask it to or not. One of the other places it knows to go is, of course, Gut Rumbles. So, it did....
Thank God, it did....
Rob is ON today. He is so "on", it's like he never wasn't. I just had to let ya's know. He's got a coupla posts up that made me laugh my kitten-clawed hiney off.
Vintage Rob.
And, the fact that he still doesn't feel 100% yet only makes his well-developed sense of humor even more amazing.
Before I say this one thing again...you hafta understand that Lewis Grizzard is one of my all-time favorite writers. I've got nearly all his books and I even have two audio tapes of his comedy concerts. I truly love the guy, okay? So, when I say this, it's the most heart-felt thing I can say...
When Rob gets how he is today, he is every damned bit as good as Lewis ever was.
Go see for yourself. The last two sentences of
this post made me laugh so hard I almost cried.
This one made me giggle from the first sentence to the last.
Yes. This is the man who got me started blogging. This is the man I just can't give up on.
No matter what.
Peace.
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Posted by: Acidman at April 22, 2004 07:10 AM (5Gs0d)
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I started reading his blog a couple of months ago..guess I like it well enough, I still read it everyday, just don't post very often.
Posted by: sandy at April 22, 2004 10:09 AM (ge9c9)
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Dear Stevie - I, too, can't go a day without checking in with Rob and it's been worrying me that he's been through such a rough time. I found you via the Acidman, (for which I'm eternally grateful), and I've been concerned about the crap he's being forced to endure for the sin of being honest. We just have to "be there" for him, (I know, I hate that phrase, too)), and be ready with a quick kick in the ass if he starts to feel sorry for himself. All the best, Terry
Posted by: Terry Reynolds at April 22, 2004 04:38 PM (ZlW9S)
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Yeah, just came here from Rob's place m'self. Kinda semi-fond of the Loose Gizzard myself, even though I suspected him of being a UGA partisan. Went to the North Avenue Trade School myself. Not that that's necessarily any better; To Hell With Georgia, AND Georgia Tech.
Gee, I hope we didn't get us in trouble with our nasty anti-K-McG remarks. I don't care anyway; we're probably already on multiple lists. Might as well say what we think.
P.S. Mr. Grizzard was right about the chili dogs from the Varsity. Those things are deadly.
Posted by: Justthisguy at April 22, 2004 07:18 PM (jo3N0)
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Yay!...ow...This is so cool...ow!
Can ya tell this is a good news/bad news kinda thing? lol
First the great news...the dog pen is finished! All the wonderful (dumbass), sweet (messy), adorable (ass-aches in fur) dogs are outside together playing. They sound like retarded dinosaurs...lmao.
(youch!)
It's huge. It's grassy. They love it.
(ow, damn it.)
Just having it has changed the complexion of the whole house, and not just because they're outside. We're using a door now that we've not used before, there are steps out that door now, too. A light is next, unless I think of some cool way to 'permanant-ize' that trouble-light...hmmm.
(Yo! Cat! Ow, ya know?)
In the meantime, I kinda have to re-arrange some shit in the kitchen now and I've got a whole new great big spill of light, too.
This year, for the first time, too, we've actually opened up all the windows. There's breezes flowing through here constantly, now. I love this. Before, we just left 'em 'stormed' and ran the a/c, if needed. It was a rather 'sealed up' way to live, but, it must not have been too 'sealed' seeing all the dust that's still in here...lol.
Anyhow, I kinda feel like I've got a new, albeit trashed right now, kitchen.
Now, the not so hot news is I'm being tortured by kitten-claws on my butt.
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Tony DeFranco!!!!!! OH MY GAWD..I'm listening to him right the fuck now..."it's a lovebeat and when we meet, it's a good sensation..listen to my heart pound....." Oh man...don't you just love the VH1 specials...so wonderful, and I'm with you..I even enjoy the stories about artists that I wouldn't otherwise really care for or put in a favorites list.
Stop with the cat talk..I have a housefull...you're right..we do have some stuff in common...WEIRD..haha..and Gary Busey does rock, his performance of Buddy Holly was as good as Kurt Russells' ELVIS..thanks for blogrolling me btw, I have definitely returned you in kind. Really like your place.
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Excellent!!!!
Told ya....*grin*.
("Heartbeat" is the song he sang part of in the show, too.)
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I've only seen one Gary Busey movie, The Insignificants, and was awed by his performance. The movie has four main characters that are based on Marilyn Monroe, Albert Einstein, Joe DiMaggio and Jow McCarthy, but their referred to only as the Actress, the Scientist (or, was it the Professor?), the Senator and the Ballplayer. Gary played The Ballplayer and I finally understood why he was offered so much work!
BTW, the scene where the Actress proves that she understands the Scientist's theory of Relativity is cinematic gold.
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April 20, 2004
Monday nights at 9:00pm, A&E...Be there...
I've mostly given up on watching 'regular' TV in the past few months for various reasons, BUT....I'm gonna be back to it, now.
At 9:00pm on Monday nights on A&E is THEE COOLEST FRIGGIN" SHOW!!!! It's called "Family Plots", I think, and it's a real life show about a family of morticians.
I love 'Chuck', the Dad. Ex-boxer. Profane and funny, so far. He's held up well for a man with three daughters. They all work there too and seem to be pretty cool females.
I caught the first two episodes last night and I taped 'em. I let the tape keep going and also caught some show about airplanes and airports that was pretty good, too. It centered on Chicago's Midway airport and LAX during that stupid blackout we had that everybody went overboard about thinking it was another terrorist attack. (I remember that because they pre-empted Scrubs, just to tell everybody it WASN'T a terrorist attack when anyone with a functioning BRAIN already KNEW THAT.)
Pissed off people are fun to watch. (I need to remeber that the next time I feel my blood pressure rising, huh?)
Anyhow...if you have any interest AT ALL in the funeral process or the behind-the-scenes shit, you've GOT to see "Family Plots".
It's excellent.
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If you like oddball shows, you simply must check out The Mad, Mad House (http://www.scifi.com/madmadhouse/about/). It's a strange, but very entertaining little show.
Posted by: Kathleen at April 20, 2004 07:15 PM (BORB4)
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i don't understand why anybody would want an open casket... i mean, why would anybody want their friends to gawk at their corpse?
just cremate me and sprinkle me on the beach or something.
after i'm dead, of course.
Posted by: mikey at April 20, 2004 08:15 PM (s5e4Z)
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I've never seen a corpse that looked that the person. Not even my own grandfather. I'm with Mikey; just burn me to ashes and sprinkle me into Long Island Sound.
Posted by: Tuning Spork at April 20, 2004 09:08 PM (KR1AK)
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It's Madame Toussaud, by the way.
I've never heard of this show, but I think I may have to check it out.
Posted by: special k at April 20, 2004 10:14 PM (U28zB)
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I love this show.I would like to go on it someday because the vampier is hot...
Donna
AKA
Doe
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STEVIE... YOU ARE SO FUNNY... WE ARE WORKING LATE AND EVERYONE IS LAUGHIN HARD... I LOVE THE SHOW TOO!!! WHERE YOU FROM FUNNY STEVIE.?
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I LOVE Family Plot! It's one of the funniest shows on TV, and a damn site better than those brain-dead clowns you see on "Survivor"! I love to watch Shonna, Melissa, and Emily go about theri various jobs on the show (I especially like Melissa), They are so cute (all 3)and I just can't say enough about the show! I'm a fan forever!
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I really love Family Plot because IT IS ABOUT
REAL LIFE AND DYING> That is probably why the
critics rage because this is a subject that no one
wants to talk about, no one wants to visit a funeral home, go to a funeral and this is because
it is a real fact of life. This family,with all
their admitted faults and failing, are so true to
life and are not disrespectful to the deceased or
to the families. They put each other in place and
that is the highlight of the show!! BRING IT ON!!!
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I love this show, I wish I could write to a couple of the guys on there, I'd give them a run for thier money. They were talking alot about younger women being their preference. What about us sexy, mature, experienced middle aged women. They don't know what thery're missing,,
This show is tooooooooo funny.
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April 19, 2004
Another post ripped from the comments...
This is it, in it's entirety....(so far):
Mike: Just don't forget to stop & smell the roses from time to time =)
Posted by Mad William Flint at April 18, 2004 06:10 PM
Me: Actually, my favorite smells include, but are not limited to:
Freshly opened cans of Copenhagen....
The smell of a horse when you either bury your nose in his neck/shoulder or when you peel a chestnut from their leg...
Hyacinths...
Daffodils...
Lilacs...
And....
PUPPY BREATH!!!!!
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UPDATE!!!!!
See? I knew this wasn't done, yet. Here's the next installment, again, in it's entirety:
Mike: Hmmpf. no "kitchen of prolific baker" on that list eh? No no, that's fine.
Posted by Mad William Flint at April 19, 2004 06:30 PM
Me: I said "But not limited to...", Lovey.
When you're the one having to do all the baking, it just doesn't smell as good as when someone else (particularly a MAN) is doing it, ya know?
Kisses on ya!
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Hmmpf. no "kitchen of prolific baker" on that list eh? No no, that's fine.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at April 19, 2004 06:30 PM (jRssG)
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I said "But not limited to...", Lovey.
When you're the one having to do all the baking, it just doesn't smell as good as when someone else (particularly a MAN) is doing it, ya know?
Kisses on ya!
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Well, looky who I heard from!!!!
Yayyyy!!!!!
Name: AmyVegas
URL: http://www.ilovescoobysnax.blogspot.com
Comments:
Something I been 'a wonderin' for awhile now, but either I missed it if you've said or you've never said...why no dishwasher? The automatic kind, I mean. I grew up w/out a dishwasher. My dad used to joke when people would ask why we don't have one "I have 2 dishwashers!" (Ahem, my brother and I. Hardy Har Har.)
Now, I've already sent her back an email, since I got the comment that way (as opposed to getting it here). However, it reminded me of another little incident with me, Eric and a gas stove....lol.
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I grew up having to unload the dishwasher everyday. Since I've been on my own, I haven't used one. Our house came with one and I only used it at Xmas. It broke while I was in Iraq and it is still sitting 1/4 full of water under the counter 6 mos later. I did the Xmas dishes in the bathtub this year.
Posted by: Kenna at April 19, 2004 06:20 PM (h8fVz)
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*snort*
I shoulda done that myself the other day...
I think I washed every damned dish in the house.
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lol...Thanks hun! I probably shouldn't mention that I currently have a dishwasher that never gets used...*ducking*
Oh, and that was great about the gas stove...I'm still chuckling.
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Here ya are, Veloci-Sweetie...
Again... I have NO idea who this chick is, but...Velociman was wondering and....
Well...here it is.
You're Whip Bettie. You're definitely on the
masochistic side. You like to sport dark colors
and especially black vinyl. Pain is
beauty...and well SEXY! Many see you as a
bitch, but that's okay, you can't always be
around to say thank you
Which Bettie Page Are You? brought to you by Quizilla
Okay. I'll take yer word for it and it does sound about right, I suppose....lol.
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You don't know who Betty Page is? You poor sheltered child...
Posted by: Ted at April 19, 2004 09:44 AM (blNMI)
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Nope. Never even HEARD of her til this morning.
What'd I miss?
Posted by: Stevie at April 19, 2004 03:49 PM (3o527)
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Bettie was the seminal (hah!) pin-up girl in the late 40's and fifties. Also the original nekkid cheesecake girl. Also the premier S&M babe. She was a goddess.
Posted by: Velociman at April 19, 2004 07:23 PM (CzA79)
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Okay. Cool.
I was gonna "Google" her. Now I don't have to.
I learn so much from you....
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She also left the biz because she was constantly under subpeona in the early '50s on pornography charges/investigations. Then she disappeared.
Sometime during the '70s a whole new generation of ne'er-do-wells made a cult star out of her; but, she was like you (and most people) and had no idea that she was semi-famous again. There was a whole "whatever-happened-to-Bettie-Page" curiosity a-brewin'. A few years she was finally tracked down while living a quiet retirement in Florida, I believe. She's given a couple of interviews in the last couple of years, but she absolutely refuses to be filmed or photographed because she doesn't want to destroy the image of her that her fans have.
Posted by: Tuning Spork at April 20, 2004 09:28 PM (KR1AK)
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It must be that Betty was modeling less when you were getting an education reading my Playboys.
(Very few of the girls that came after Betty could compare to her, especially in the conserva-
tive fifties and early sixties.) I would suggest that you do Google Betty, as I just did. A lot of the pages about her are no longer there, but you'll get a good idea about one of the masterbation icons of your father's youth. (Of course, when you're a teenager, even Eleanor Roosevelt could sometimes become such an icon.)
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Something I told Eric a day or so ago...
When I was working at Wellacrest, if you had asked me at any given time if I was happy, my first answer probably woulda been along the lines of: "Happy? Pffft. Chuck never cleans the drains and the drain covers are shit and the cows keep stepping through 'em. Not to even mention, we need more towels in the parlor and that post-dip Wally's switched to...Peeee-yew. Runny, non-stickin' crap...blah, blah." I could have easily gone on for HOURS...lol.
Plus, until about August of 2001, I was pretty preoccupied with being, or not staying, single. (September 24th, 2001 THAT 'problem' got solved BIG TIME. AFTER I'd said "Ah, screw this. I guess I'll just die alone. Whatever.")
So...I really wasn't aware of how I felt then. Now days, when I think back about that farm, sometimes, it nearly rips my heart out, I want it back so bad. But...it's not the same anymore. New parlor, new people...siiigh. But, I know NOW how happy I actually was then, right?
Well, it occured to me when I was out on Storm a coupla days ago, that THIS may be another one of those times...when I'm happy, but too bunged up with tiny little, stupid, (mostly) meaningless details. Plus, if the kinda shit that we've had to deal with so far is the kinda (triflin') shit we're gonna have to deal with...I'll take it. Cancer...that's a REAL problem. AIDS...again...real problem. Dead or critically injured loved ones....THAT'S a problem. None of that stuff is immediately 'fixable', if at all, like all the 'crap' we have to handle is....
I see that. I appreciate that I see that, too.
Then, after day break this morning, while I was washing the dishes, I saw something that made me think "Now THERE'S something really cool about living here..." There was a HERD of deer in the pasture. So beautiful. Of course, I still had that "Gotta get them the hell outta here before fall..." thought, but I pushed it aside in favor of just watching them be themselves.
(I really wish Bill would just make this a "No Hunting" area. May help him out with the land preservation horse hooey he has to handle now. I don't know the whole story, but it is about 'preservation'...how convincing are ya gonna look 'preserving' shit, when ya let people kill everything from pigeons to deer to people's goats on yer property...the very property yer wantin' to 'preserve'?)
Anyhow...
Since I bitch at every real or imagined opportunity, I figure 'epiphanies' of this sort oughta be acknowledged too.
Oh...and every danged dish is now clean and put away. All counters and flat kitchen surfaces are now clear.
Hallelujah!!!
Off to tend to the laundry some more...
Peace.
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Just don't forget to stop & smell the roses from time to time =)
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Actually, my favorite smells include, but are not limited to:
Freshly opened cans of Copenhagen....
The smell of a horse when you either bury your nose in his neck/shoulder or when you peel a chestnut from their leg...
Hyacinths...
Daffodils...
Lilacs...
And....
PUPPY BREATH!!!!!
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Cheezus Key-riste....
I think I've finally got THEE last dirty dishes in the entire house, including the frig, soaking in the sink. It's not many, thank the Lord.
Granted, I did slow down after the guys got home, but I can remember sink full #11. After that, I lost count.
I'm just glad the ones that are drownin' now ARE the last ones. For now.
I am now about to take Storm out for some early morning grazing. The one fenced in pasture they've got here, is basically one huge hill, with a pond at the bottom and there's a H-U-G-E pig, a goat and a sheep in there. What there ain't any of is grass. My hand to God, the grass in there is shorter than on any putting green, so we just take Storm around to various luscious patches of green and let him graze. We're working toward having him rope-savvy by the time everything dries AND greens up...which'll hopefully be SOOOOON!!!
I've always tied my horses 'out' on 100' or better ropes. Even when I had a perfectly good, albeit small, pasture. Just more and usually better grass for the horse...if they can get outta their own way with a rope, that is.
He's doing fine so far, but a lead rope ain't but 4 or so feet long. Big difference between that and the other.
Anyhow, we're outta here for a bit. I'm either gonna keep cleaning shit or pass out for a few hours when I get back. Either way, I will be outside for the better part of today...it's supposed to be over 80 degrees!! And....Eric's off.
He and George are supposed to be building a privacy fence behind the house to make a huge pen for these (dopey damned) dogs. YAY!!!! Then, they can be outside, together, chainless, ALL DAY!!!! I'm not gonna know how to act without four hairballs fuckin' up the house faster'n I can clean it.
Alrighty, then. I'll be back in a bit...see what I do then.
Have an excellent day, y'all!!!
Peace.
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Dis gonna be fuuun....
The guys got back. Everything went fine. There's an $8 cover charge and they charge ya $5 every time you get on the bull. After listening to them describe how it's run and the caliber of riders and how cool the bull operator seems to be, it's got me feeling the same way that JLo RS cover did all those years ago...what's it been...less than 3? Anyhow...I can do this. I'm GOING to do this.
'This' doesn't just mean ride the bull. Oh nooo. I'm not only gonna ride the bull, I'm gonna do it right-the way I was taught-and I'm gonna do it weighing one HELL of a lot less than I do now.
If I really get where I wanna be, there IS a 'bikini-top' bullriding contest where the prize is a Harley. But, that mostly just annoys me. I'm gonna be doing this to ride the bull, not have my tits flapping around. They gonna run a contest for guys where they hafta wear a G-string? I doubt it. Then, get friggin' serious, okay? I'd like to believe ya win the Harley for skill as a bullrider, not a pseudo-stripper...altho I was offered several jobs along that line when I WAS in those 29's...hmmmm....
Several minutes later...
Now...where was I? Oh yeah...this bullriding stuff is gonna be about as easy as the karaoke is for me. I won't be the worst by a loooong shot and, if I put my mind to it, I can kick ass. Cool.
I've already got a hell of a head start, if I wanna do it, too. These people do it WRONG. Every one of 'em as much as cheats when they ride and the operator TELLS THEM TO DO IT. He has people hook their bootheels on the front of the bull.
THAT IS WRONG.
I'll be doing it the way I was taught. Feet DOWN, under ya, thighs gripping, til ya get into a spin. Then, you spur with your 'outside' foot/leg. In other words, if you're spinning to the left, you spur on the right and vice versa. How the hell can you spur the thing if ya have yer feet hooked by the heel to the front of it? That's akin to sliding your feet into the rope on a real bull or a bareback bronc.
That ain't how it's done.
Spurring adds to your score in Real Life...It ought to on these things too. It used to.
Hell, hookin' my feet like that I could ride it maxed out for more than 8 seconds right now, I'll betcha.
What crap.
I'll stay true to what I was taught by Johnny Graham and Shorty (Steven) Long, two bullriders from back in my rodeo days...which strangely enough ended less than 2 years before Eric's started AT THE SAME RODEO.
We've also been to the same bars and lots of the same other places (same other?...weird), just not at the same time. The Silver Saddle Saloon, The Lakeview Inn...all kindsa places, but mostly Cowtown. Yeah, the same Cowtown Andy Harris was related to. Back in Joisey.
Anyhoot...I'm totally jacked about this, now. I can't wait for the sun to come up so I can get outside and start doing all kindsa strenuous shit to get this ass offa me and get my (old fart) body ready for this shit.
This is just what I need...a real, reachable goal. I already know I can do this...I have the skill to ride this bull. Really well, too. How well I do, how far I get depends on nothing but me. How bad do I want it?
How bad?
Watch me.
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