April 18, 2004
7 down, about 3 to go....
Granted, I don't have the largest sink ever made, but I've got 7 sinks full (sink fulls?) done and about three or so left, including about a half a ton of silverwear and what looks like (but isn't) every cooking utensil in the house.
Then, I looked in the frig.
Then, I came here....
Doing wash, too. Kickin' chicken, now, man. I'll be back again...later. Peace.
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April 17, 2004
Yes, yes...they're soaking...
Very quickly, I'm gonna answer Donna's three questions, before I forget.
1. What's the on thing you most regret doing?Honestly? Latching onto weed as a way to survive. When I think about all that I was able to do and accomplish with that in my life, it reeeeally makes me wonder, sometimes, where I'd have gotten without. If I'd lived at all, of course. Which IS highly (no pun intended) doubtful.
2. What do you wish you had done that you didn't?
Lotsa stuff....gone into the professional end of horse training, maybe rodeoing, barrell racing, that kind of thing. I also have an intense interest in forensic pathology. Being a coroner woulda been great, except I mostly screwed off in school. Mortician is do-able, too. (Look. If I HAVE TO deal with people, can't I at least choose which kind they are?...lol)
3. Are you organised or disorganised? Mostly organised. Even with the house a wreck, I still know where shit is. The guys are always stumbling around in clouds of perplexity, trying to find shit, whether the house is clean or not. All I ask is "What?" They know that means "Whatcha lookin' fer, Duuuude?" They name the item and I most always know where it is. Hell, even when what they're looking for is RIGHT THERE (up to and including stapled to their foreheads) they cannot find it. It's almost frickin' amazing. Every guy who does that in front of me gets called by the name of the first guy I ever knew who was like that....NORMAN!!!!!!! (My Dad...lmao) Matter of fact...when the item they want IS 'RIGHT THERE", I usually start my answer to them with, "Well, Norman...." and they just know that's a major clue that all they need to do is look down or up or whatever. Putting a "Reagan" voice on it is even better..."Wellll, Nermin...." Aaaanyway....there ya go. If anybody else has questions, just ask. If anybody posts the original 'three questions' post and wants three questions, ping me when ya get it....posted. (I almost said "up"....*snerk*) Okay...I think that sinkfulla dishes is dead now, so off I go....
(siiiigh...)
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Okay...so here's the deal...
I have the house to myself for a while. Have had it for a while, too. The guys went out about an hour and a half ago to Montana West. It's a bar with a mechanical bull. I didn't go. (Obviously...)
I was on the horse when they left and I'd rather just hang out here and maybe actually get something done. Well...several things, really...but I have started.
After I got the horse fed and done, I moved the bunny outside. His cage is back on top of the big table under the carport. It's finally staying nice enough at night for him to be out there. The second cage is still in here for now, because the third cat who just had her baby (Olson) is in her clothes basket on top of it. Still, even with just the one gone, it opened up the room a bit.
Now...off to do the same damned dishes I've been whining about for the last God-knows-how-many-and-I really-don't-wanna-know-for-sure-myself-thanks days. We're officially outta clean forks now.
And, decent coffee cups. I'm down to those 'back of the cabinet' ones, now. The ugly ones, the odd sized ones, the ones I just don't like much for one reason or another but I still won't get rid of 'cause they come in handy at times like this ones. Yeah. Them.
(Bite me.) AFTER you do the DISHES! (Bitch.) Whatever. I'll be back.
...stupiddamneddishescanbiteMYassdamnit...thinki'mtheonly
onearoundherewhousesthedamnedthingsorsomething....
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This must be good...
I really don'y know who this is, except that I fast forward through a video that 'premiered' on a Daria tape I have by a band called "Garbage"....BUT...it's the same one Jane got. I'm not the least bit surprised...*grin*
Which Rock Chick Are You?
Do ya even need to guess where I got it?
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April 16, 2004
This could be cool....
Found this at Donna's. (Yes, I'm sure. Hush up.)
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything. (Do a trackback ping thing so I know you copied it.) She found it at Andie's, who got it from V.I left three questions for her, too. Two of them were: Gotten any odd emails lately? and Whadya think of that blog?...lol. My third question was an actual question about her cats. She's been facing a possible crisis with them and I really do want to find out that (if) everything is okay. And, since I mentioned it...Dan looked it (that blog) over and sent me what is possibly the BEST answer I've ever heard as to 'how people can be that way'. The one sentence that really made sense to me was: People who live closest to nature are the most LIKE nature. There was lots more to his email than just that, but that really made me understand better than any 'over-population' or 'animals cause damage' argument I've ever heard.
I'm figuring that doesn't need a ton of explaining to people who have even a modicum of sense about animals, unlike me. I mean, if I got it, who else wouldn't, ya know? Anyhoo...I've not washed one dish and Eric is out on Storm. I ain't straightened up anything else, either. Yet. (Except a lil bit of my head, but really, Dan did that, not me.) Guess I oughta get going on something besides drinking copious amounts of coffee and smokin' too much. (And, yet again rewinding and playing this same Daria tape for the 80th time...)
Crap. I shall return...after I get something constructive done. (I just hope it's something more productive than just takin' a shit or anything equally as lame...lmao.) (HA! Saved at the last minnit by Eric...He just showed up with Storm and wants me to come outside, so I'm outta here!!!) Peace.
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Well, I'm having an interesting day so far....
Predicated, of course, by the fact that I is a dipshit....I sent an email that was what I thought was an answer to Jane from Burnt Fuse to Donna from Antisocial Bitch. It was about that blog I found yesterday. I wasn't too alert or coffeed up when I wrote back, ya see. I just went to Yahoo mail, clicked on the email, totally didn't notice who it was from and answered Jane when it was Donna who wrote. (Where's my helmet? Yay!!!) (And, Dan...I did yours right, right?)
Most of it was do-able anyway, except the birthday part...(Jane's b-day is the same as mine and Donna's is 10 days before me). That wasn't as bad, however, as my last paragraph, where I referred to Jane's 'weatherman/elephant foot/bathroom wank puller upstairs neighbor'...I'm surprised Donna didn't call the guys with the white jackets and nets after that part...lmao.Posted by: Stevie at 02:43 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
April 15, 2004
Okay...either I'm the stupidest person on the entire planet, or....
Some people are even more evil than I even realize. (And, I'm referring to the blog author, not the one who has it linked.) I just did a post about a horrible, horrible blog I stumbled across. I went back to said blog to see, one more time, if there was anything there to explain what I'd seen and I clicked on the Technorati profile to see who would be vile enough to link this crap and make sure NONE of them are linked by me.
Well.....
I got a shock.
There is this one blog that links this garbage that made my brains fall out...
Now, I know I'm probably PMS-ing. I know I'm gettin' weird again because the house is a wreck and I'm not cleaning it yet, I cried my eyeballs right outta my head last night because I can't even get my Dad on the phone for his birthday, let alone him seeing the post I did or the cards I sent and I've been yelling at weather forecasters and commercials lately. I'm not sure if it's PMS or a release from not going nutso while the kids were here. (YOU listen to ziggyziggyziggyziggyziggy, daisydaisydaisydaisydaisy, jessiejessiejessiejessiejessie, run run run, stomp stomp stomp, crash bang boom for 5 days without losing yer mind. Go ahead, try it. Oh, and don't be used to having kids around, either. Good luck.)
So, I realize I'm not in the BEST frame of mind right now.
Not to even mention the fact that it's rained 32 out of the last 45 days-helpfully pointed out by some dickless wonder weather forecaster who GRINNED while delivering this news...
If HE has this shit linked, it's gotta be that I just don't get the blog. I hope.
Lord GOD, I hope Paul can explain to me that I missed the point, I'm wrong and that this asshole doesn't mean what they publish. His isn't the only blog I recognized that links to this crap. The others I'd dropped long ago for various reasons. One I just relinked and it's about to be de-linked AGAIN. (Like the author of it will give a rat's ass...) Before I even publish this, I'm gonna go finish looking at who else links this shit. Be right back....
Nope. His is the only one I care about. Thank God. Paul means enough to me that I can and will just overlook that link shit. Besides, it's not even in his 'regular reads' list. I still wanna know what the deal is with it, though.
And...
I read some really great news over at his place, too. He got a really cool job and will still have time for his free lance stuff. I knew it. I knew when he was tellin' me about the second interview and how odd he was finding it, that they were gonna want him at a better than starting rate and that it was gonna work.
I knew it! Yay, Paul!!!! See? This is one of the multudinous reasons why I like him so much. In the depths of my despair(s), he pulls me out of it. Either he makes me know I'm not alone in feeling like I do sometimes or else he makes shit make sense. And, seeing how his wonderful news made me feel better in spite of the hateful, nasty blog I saw, I'm thinking there may not be any 'explaining' that utter horseshit I read. Maybe he doesn't even realize how vile it is. I dunno. One more good thing just occured to me. At least, this time, instead of going off full blast and becoming (and staying) too overly emotionally involved, I'm at least being a little more sensible this time. I read, I freaked, I wrote and I pulled it...until I find out for sure.
The last time I went nutso over an issue without thinking or finding out more about it IS the last time I'm gonna do that. I hope. And, men...ya know how much y'all hate PMS mood swings and all the temporary insanity that goes with it? Well...I hate it even more than you do. It's exhausting. One minute I'm pissed, then I'm in tears and my heart is just breaking, then I'm laughing out loud at shit. I HATE THIS!!!!! I feel like a lunatic. And, it makes it really hard to differentiate between real and imagined 'bad shit'. For instance...here's the list of shit that's buggin' the everlovin' FUCK outta me right now:
That disgusting blog-probably PMS, unless I am right about it. (And, really...PMS or not, it's pretty wretched...)
I still have the last vestiges of this cold-Again, PMS or not, I think I have a right to be sick of this now....
My house is a wreck-Usually, the only time I'm not 'right on top of that' (Rose!...dopey 'movie joke/reference'), is when I am PMS-y.
I couldn't even talk to my Dad on his birthday-I'm pretty sure this is a legitimate bitch and that I'd still feel like an orphan even if I was as far from PMS as humanly possible. Now...when my 'head' gets like this, I can't even decide if the things that affect me are real or just stupid and blown out of all proportion by hormones.
I hate that. I NEED to clean the house, but I WANT to go ride Storm...or go to bed and pull the blankets up over my head.
Hey! I just thought of something else.
Tequila Rose. I have Tequila Rose in the frig. That shit ALWAYS tastes great. I think I'll give that a shot and see if it helps. I damn well hope it does. The alternative is scary to contemplate...a PMS-in' chick fulla Tequila. Yeah. Piss me off, please. Ooh-hoo...I've got two bottles of that stuff. OHMYGAWD....aaahhh. The taste...This stuff is soooo good. What it is, technically is (and I'm reading this right off the bottle): strawberry flavor cream liqueur and tequila...'bottled by Tequila Rose Distilling Co., Weston, Mo.'. (God Bless Missouri!!!) It's 15% alcohol by volume and 30 proof. So, I'm either gonna feel lots better soon, or I'm gonna beat somebody/thing to death. We shall see. One of the things I like the most about this stuff is (are?) the glasses I use to drink it. They're kinda like cut crystal-lookin' mini-goblets. They're about an inch and half taller than a pack of 100's cigarettes and really pretty. Very 'dainty'...(Did I just use the word 'dainty? Geee-aaahhhhh!!! Scary...) Two cubes of ice and about five inches of TR a few times and everything seems better.
Of course, there's also the way I used to do it...an entire tray of ice and a whole bottle poured into a HUGE (not sure exactly how big it is in ounces, but it holds a whole bottle or a whole pot of coffee) Aladdin thermo-go-cup with a handle. I can see that method and riding the horse in my immediate future. (Cheese and Rice Krispies...I just blew my nose AGAIN and now either I've got bionic hearing in one ear or else my eardrum fell out. Lord....) Okay...three glasses down my neck, one ice cube melted and the partial bottle is now empty.
And, I just took a deeeeep breath. Ain't made no fistises yet. Must be working.
Oughta be. Switched right from coffee to Tequila. Screw food. Oh yeah! If you ever get this stuff, you have to 'mix' it before ya drink it. By that I mean: DO NOT SHAKE THE BOTTLE...you have to just tilt it side to side to make the strawberry and the tequila re-mix. I was told if you shake it, you 'bruise' the tequila. Wouldn't wanna do that...tho I'm not sure why. Is it assault? Can't be 'domestic' violence because this shit's 'imported' it says on the bottle. ('Imported' from Missouri? Okaaaaay.)
(rotflmao at my own retarded jokes now...)
I am fuckin' insane, okay? (Of course, 'Insane' is Eric's nickname....) Okay. I've been writing this post for about two hours now, between the re-writes, crying jags, alcohol binges and bathroom breaks. And, now I can't stop laughing...at nothing. Think I'm gonna go horse the ride now...or something.
I'll be back...provided I remember from whence I came...or some shit. Peace...
Or Tequila.
Whatever does it for ya.
Posted by: Stevie at 04:48 PM | Comments (9) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Two outta three ain't bad...
This guy gets blogrolled. First of all, his name is Eric. Second, he's friggin' funny and he's got another one of those 'squirrel stories'.
The third thing? He's a cop.
Now...I don't dislike, hate or wish bad things on cops, but...I don't really loooove them anymore either.
I spent over 10 years of my life dispatching them (I used to tell people I got paid to tell cops where to go), BUT...I've spent even more of my life surviving thanks to God's own Valium....you know what I mean. The two don't play well together.
SO.....I stay away from police officers as much as possible and I like it a LOT when they do the same for me.
HOWEVER, when I do have to interact with them, I'm polite, repectful, I do all the things you're supposed to do when ya get stopped (which is when most of any 'interaction' takes place) and I always look 'em in the eye, tell the truth and try to make 'em laugh. I fuckin' HATE it that they've been so abused and targeted that they HAVE to be so serious and cautious when they're just trying to do their job, so I try to let them know right off that I'm not one of 'those' types...
I could go on nearly forever about cops and all that that implies, but I think I'm getting PMS-y...crying over my Dad's birthday one minute and yelling at commercials the next...my heads still fulla shit and I'm tired.
Lemme put it this way....90% of me really does love cops. They do a hard, dangerous job and a lot of them are just regular, pretty cool guys who happen to wear a badge and gun at work. I have, before, stopped to watch and/or help officers on bad car stops, I've testified in court TWICE on the cops side in assault cases and if I ever was in a position to save one's life, I'd do it in less than a second, but....until this country gets it's head out of it's ass about....'that' (God's own Valium), I, as a matter of survival, need to avoid those guys as much as possible. It's best for me and for them that way. (Altho, I get the STRONG impression that my little 'vice' (and the asinine laws about it) is something they'd just as soon not have to even deal with.)
Still....
Wanna know who I DO despise and wish face cancer on about 'that'?
Persecutors.
Especially one short, fat, ugly, needle-dicked ASSHOLE I know. This guy was a disgrace to his office. He was, and probably still is, a liar (my most hated nemisises...nemisii?....I fuckin' HATE liars, okay?), a manipulator and game player. He was also a fuckin' hypocritical jerkoff and I hope someday somebody blows his ass away. He's the kind of bleeding rectum who gives cops in general their 'stigma'. Lyin' fuckhole. Aaaanyway...let's see....I just got pissed again, so crying over something retarded must be next, right? I'm goin' to bed now.
Go read Eric's squirrel story. It doesn't end well for the squirrel, but it's still funny.
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April 14, 2004
HEY DAD!!!!!!
First of all, I thought you'd like this....
Not to mention...
I love you and...you're still 36 to me which is really weird now that I'm older than you. While I'm at it....Happy B-day to Loretta Lynn, too.
And to Munuviana, if this is indeed the correct date for that one...lol.
(By the way, the graphics are from here.)
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A very believable Easter miracle....
Ya know how this time of year you always hear stories about Jesus showing up on things, like billboards advertising pizza parlors or the Virgin Mary shows up in the bird-poop patterns on some dude's old Nova or there's a pure white something born?
Wellll... I just read about the coolest, most believable Easter miracle ever.And that it happened to Dax just makes it all the better... Just demigod!*
(*Second definition in Oxford American Dictionary)
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Coincidence or....what?
Y'all may remember that I've said before that I'm a huge fan of Biff Rose. He was a 'folkie' back in the 60's and I grew up listening to his music...'Buzz the Fuzz', 'It's Happening"....I love the guy. Sooo...when I found an email address for him, I gave it a shot and sent him a note saying "Hi" and "Thanks" and "Love ya, Dude", basically and I got the note below back from him....(Yes, I still have the email from 2 YEARS AGO...lol)
well thank you stevie...yes i still play,write,sing and am working on an album right now..my producer is GOD..that's Walter in Denver..we turn walter into wine....lots of controversy surrounding these two albums i'm making one last spring and one this spring due to the nine eleven...all is changed..so has the sentry...love and thank you...b. See that line I have in bold? Well...check this out.... Coinky-dink? I wonder.... I've asked the guy (W in D) if he's the same guy (in his comments) and didn't get an answer, soooo....I asked again and told him to come here to see why I wanna know, since there's no email addy on his site. We shall see... And, by the way....Nine times outta ten, if I don't reply in my comments myself to someone, I've done it from Yahoo mail instead. I've been meaning to explain that, anyway. It bugs me that it looks (in my comments) like sometimes I 'ignore' people and I just wanted to let ya's know I don't.Of course, there are times when nothing further needs to be said, but, FOR ME...that's rare, to put it lightly. So...Whatta you guys think? Same "Walter in Denver" or what? Peace....
*Gets up humming the melody of 'Buzz the Fuzz'....*
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April 12, 2004
Anytime, Dan...anytime...
One of my favorite people and one of my first commenters, supporters and blogroll links, Dan from Lobowalk, has a little favor he'd like to ask of anyone who is interested in karma for comment spammers.
OH!! OH!! MEMEME!!!! PLEEEEEZE!!!! Seems one of these fucknoodles spammed him and was 'kind' enough to leave a toll-free number behind. Here's his post about it...I'm still giggling at it. I love how he puts things.... So, give Dan a read, give Lillian a call and let's all take a moment (several times a day) to 'repay' the 'interest' these fucktards show US. Let us give them a huge dose-fuck 'a taste'-of their own medicine. Ooohhh...I just got a killer idea....more on that in a minute or two....hehehehehe...Posted by: Stevie at 07:23 PM | Comments (8) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I really didn't know I know how to do this stuff...ya know?
I didn't.
I had no idea that I could do the stuff I find myself doing sometimes. First thing I ever did that I didn't know I knew how to do was stuff and cook a turkey. I have to admit, the stuffing part made me cross my legs (a visceral reaction not unlike men crossing their legs when discussing neutering a dog), but the turkey itself was a sight to behold, all golden brown and juicy. I was surprised that I had done that and it came out so well.
Then, there's the whole 'dismantle and repair a VHS tape, reassemble it and it WORKS" thing I do.
Tonight it was the biscuits from scratch. They were really good. Eric said even better than the ones ya get at KFC and they are my favorite kind. The ham and everything else came out good too, but how hard is it to put a ham in a pan and turn on an oven, fer Pete's sake?
I'm about to start cookies. I'm kinda torn between that and going to bed, but it occured to me that Eric has to have those teeth pulled tomorrow, so if he's gonna get any cookies, it's gonna hafta be early. After that, the boys will be at 'em til Tuesday night and Lord only knows if there'll be any left by then, sooo...it's off to cookie-ville, I guess.
I'm sitting here, long after doing the dishes, rearranging the frig and putting all the leftovers away, watching 'Christine' again. I like this movie. Even though it bears little resemblence to the book, it's still pretty good. The guy who plays Arnie is perfect. I supposed it proves how twisted I am, but I like the way he gets after he buys the car. He becomes good looking and confident, right before he goes nuts. Sinister and evil, but cute.
By the way...if my nose keeps up with it's latest shit, I will tear it off my face and throw it far, far away. It keeps doing that tingley, "I'm gonna sneeze" shit, then...not sneezing. What a rip-off. I sit here, making faces, grabbing tissues, inhaling, getting ready and....pffft. It fades away.
I have to restrain myself from swatting people when they interrupt my sneezes and this is makin' me nutso. I cannot wait til the day my nose is 'normal' again.
Siiigh.
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April 11, 2004
Happy Easter, y'all!!!
Well, the Easter Bunny made it. He left two huge baskets of goodies , including cars and bubble-stuff, for the two smallest boys. He also left some 'left-overs' for the larger little boy. He even saved me some Peanut M&M's...bless you, EB!!
Breakfast was French toast, pancakes, fried eggs, scrambled eggs and bacon. Not as huge as usual, but still tons left for tomorrow.Dinner is 'working' now. Ham is baking and I'm about to make au gratin potatoes, sharp cheddar mac & cheese, peas, corn on the cob, baked beans and biscuits from scratch....a first, I might add.
I also have a butter yellow cake mix and cookie shit, so I'll be cooking for a while. The cold from hell seems to have migrated to my head entirely, now. I cough every now and then, but it's mostly my nose. If I blew Eric as much as I have my nose...he'd be....dehydrated. Jeez, man. Okay...gotta go start the rest of dinner. I may be back later, if I don't fall asleep. I still feel like I'm living in molasses. Sooo...blah. The weather isn't helping much, either. I's all gray and miserable out there.
Didn't Spring use ta involve sunshine?
Honestly.... Peace ever'body....
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April 10, 2004
Okay...what day is it?
Lemme think...Saturday? Yeah, I think it is Saturday.
This cold has still got a firm grip on me, but, it's changed tactics a little. I'm still fulla goop, but the sinus pain has let go for the most part, my throat doesn't hurt like it did (but I am still coughing) and the achy body part is better. Now with this crap, I'm deaf for the most part and I have no sense of smell or taste. Deaf...yeah, I'm deaf UNLESS I'm eating cereal...THEN it's loud as shit. Sounds like I'm crunching rocks. My voice is all husky, which I like anyway and I can sing again. (I know that's dumb, but it's one of my 'tests'...lol). As for the house....I pretty much made it. By the time they got here, all that was left to be done was a little bit of vacuuming and a coupla loads of wash. Eric did the livingroom for me, so that was a huge help.Tell ya what, though...no shower has EVER felt as good as that one did last night. My body was HURTIN'... *Zoned out momentarily watching a movie called "A Bunny's Tale"* Okay...so where am I already?....hmmm. They got here, house was good enough and that shower was excellent and I went to bed. Right. Got up this morning, finished off the wash, didn't finish vacuuming (pffft) and then...then I got an early birthday present from Eric. He got me a saddle for Storm. A Western one. It needed a cinch (girth, some people call it) and I went and got one this afternoon. It fits Storm and my butt and I love it. The sound of saddle leather squeaking in the rythym of the horses stride is so cool. I'd forgotten.
We (Storm and I) went all around the fields and in one stretch, along Bristol Rd. for a bit. Lotsa traffic and he did great. We were in the field, right along side the road and he never even flinched. He did however, decide he didn't wanna walk through two telephone poles that were about 20 feet apart. We backed through that, then spun around and went on. It was kinda cool. Fooled his ass, I did. We came back up the driveway and Eric was waving at me through the window. I waved back and rode right on by...(lmao). I didn't go too much further. I came back and let those guys do a few rounds. While I was in here grabbing a Sloppy Joe, they finished up with Storm, walked him down, brushed him up, bedded him, fed him and came in to do the eggs.
They're just finishing them up now. I'm just sittin' back watching. They're so cute to see all together. Hmmm...seems those egg wraps don't fit jumbo eggs...still, it's fun watching 'em struggle. Lord, I'm beat again. I can tell by the way my nose is starting to feel that it's getting close to time to take my Nyquil.
Oh yeah...it's supposed to rain for the next four days. I'm trying hard not to believe that has anything at all to do with the fact that we now have a saddle... Okay...I've read this three times so far and it's taken me over an hour to get this much typed, so I feel a need to apologize for the disjointedness herein, but...it's pure...right from my muddled lil brain to the keyboard.
I think it's a double-shot of...whatever it is. Half the cold and half exhaustion.
Whatever it is, it's making me make minimal sense, I think. On that note...I'm goin' to bed now. Peace. P.S. I just yawned and one ear cleared up. Yay! That's a sure sign it's letting go of me. I may just live through this...cool. Happy Easter, y'all!!!!!
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April 09, 2004
It's gettin' better....
George just went to get the belt for the vacuum, Eric's milking and I've got the house to myself.
I've got the Beatles blasting out of the pooter speakers and I think if I take enough of this cold medicine, I won't mind much of anything. Being dizzy (physically, for a change) is almost fun.
The chill'uns'll be here til Tuesday, too. Cool.
Is she high? Mrs. Nice Lady....*giggling* Oh, stop it. Anyhoo...Gonna go ingest some cold meds (which I have discovered have *PSEUDO-ephedrine!!!! Yay!!!!) and get busy (singing with the Beatles) cleaning. (*Close enough...) Two 'uplifting' sidenotes...this cold makes me sound even more like Mr. Lennon and it has occured to me that if I do this just right, I may be able to 'share the wealth' of this cold with the ex....hehehehehe.
What? Peace y'all....
Posted by: Stevie at 03:33 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..
Oh, HI!!!! How ya's doin'?
I just got lovely news. I had a sneakin' suspicion...I was skeert to ask...but....fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
We're having COMPANY!!!!!! Oh joy.
For the WEEEEKENNNND!!! *banging head on desk* My house is a complete wreck, the vacuum cleaner needs a belt (and oooh would I love to 'belt' something right about now) and I feel like shredded shit. Now, I have to clean this house, go grocery shopping and be...be....be something I'm not right now. Human, nice, alive...pick a verb. I mean....the kids being here in and of itself is cool, it's the prep shit I'd like to be done with already. Hell, I've had the Easter Egg kits for about three freakin' weeks and I have two dozen eggs, too....it's just that now I also have the cold from HELL to contend with, too. Of course, Eric-the-horrible-actor has to go into his "If yew don't feeeel good, they don't HAAAAVE TO come. We'll just call them and tell them we'll come get them in two weeks." Shut the fuck up, okay?
God, I hate that shit. I don't like it when I feel good and I HATE it, now. See...HE had 'em here when he was dying of a toothache, so my piddlin' ass cold ain't to excuse, now is it? Not to mention the things that get said about HER when SHE gets in the way of 'em being here.... This little shit...he is gooood. Guilt trips me, makes me feels like Attila the Hun and he SWEARS he's not trying to. Riiight.
He KNOWS how I am about 'denying' him shit, after what that fat cuntbag did to him all those years. He knows I'd take the bullet. He knows I'd hurt myself before I hurt him....He knows. Obviously. Now, I love a challenge and all, but I'd like to know beforehand I have a chance in HELL at 'winning'....As in, either I wasn't this sick or the house wasn't this trashed. HOWEVER.....
Not this time. Tell ya what....I get through this, I AM AMAZING and I don't care what anybody else thinks of me, either. Okay then...gonna go start cleaning now (goddamnit) and I'll keep ya's posted on my 'progress'...pfft. Pray for me people.
I'mina need all the he'p I can get. Fuck. Er...I mean
Peace.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:17 PM | Comments (8) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
ROTFLMFAO....
Too cute. Sick as I am, I couldn't resist posting this. (Swiped from and credited to Larry...Blogspot don't letcha link individual posts, so I c&p-ed the whole thing.)
SAD NEWS: A tragic fire on Monday destroyed the personal library ofPresident George W. Bush. Both of his books have been lost. A presidential spokesman said the President was devastated as he had not finished coloring the second one.
# posted by Larry @ 9:53 PM
Posted by: Stevie at 01:38 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I'm still alive....
I'm just not exactly sure why.
I'd rather not be....for now.
I've been living on Nyquil and Coricidin D, oranges, those Ramen Pride noodles, coffee, cigs...It's breaking up, so I think I'm gonna live, but...Christ. Right now I am sooo HOT just walking past the thermostat makes the heater shut off. I washed my hair yesterday and it feels like it hasn't finished drying yet. Sweat. Ugh. Tell ya what....you see anybody walking around snufflin', hackin' or even looking just a little 'off'....RUN!!!! Do NOT let that person even breathe on ya.
I haven't been sick once, that I can remember, all winter. You can bet yer sweet bippy I won't forget this. It's like every cold I shoulda had all winter rolled into one.
Let's put it this way...I feel so shitty that it's already occured to me how freakin' GREAT it's gonna be the first day I don't feel like this anymore. I hope it goes away as fast as it hit.
I sat there (well...HERE) Wednesday and could actually feel it getting worse. Usually this shit kinda sneaks up on ya...but this time, every swallow was worse than the one before, my nose started it's shit, I was getting hotter and hotter and....Gawd.
Yesterday, I just stayed asleep as much as I could. When I did wake up, I'd try to get something useful done...maybe feed the cats, take some more Nyquil...I didn't make much of a dent, though, in this cold or getting shit done. I did, however, read all of 'Carrie' and parts of two books by Ann Rule. Also finished "Wired" about John Belushi.
Which reminds me...how is the woman who shot him up not still in prison? It IS against the law to go around injecting people with drugs unless you're a doctor, right? Yeah...well...she did 18 months for killing John. Whatta joke.
Oh well...all I can do is hope her life sucks dog balls, so...I do. My lungs itch, too. I think I'm gonna go stagger back to bed for a while, after making a piss stop in the bathroom. Hope I don't THAT backwards. Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 06:31 AM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
April 07, 2004
There's a knitting needle in my nose hole...
I swear to God. It's a bendy one, too, 'cause it's up my nose and bends down to the roof of my mouth and back of my throat. I think it's a bastard cousin to that 'magic' Kennedy bullet, or something.
Christ. Swallowing anything except hot tea or coffee (like spit, you perv's) hurts and God forbid I sneeze. Usually, I do those little inward *snerk* sneezes. Well, I did my last one of THOSE for about a week a little while ago. It felt like I had taken a razor to the left inside of my face, so now I hafta do big old *whoosh* sneezes....or die.
The good news is I heard from Jack, he of the "Drag Queeen" legend. I actually got to IM with him for a while today. That was way cool. I haven't talked to him in a while. He emails me, asking "You still out there somewhere?" I emailed back and said "Right here, Sweetie" and gave him about 8 ways to get hold of me and he did. Popped up on AIM. We talked a little about that 'incident'...lol. I can't even think about it without giggling...It was totally my choice to do what I did. I did it so he wouldn't have to wind up dumping his Harley. I knew I'd survive...I wasn't so sure about the paint job on the bike. Besides, who needed to give him shit to have to fix? His bike being dented or scratched up woulda been a bitch. My leather and the fact we were going so slow saved me.
I was fine...really, Jack...I was. You do not need to still feel bad about that. I laugh about it, just like I did the day it happened. I chose to let go. I guess I just shoulda explained that to my boot.
Aw maaaan. My neighbor just started HIS Harley. He owns several. He's also a pain right in my ass and no, I'd never ride behind him. I haven't ridden behind anyone since Jack.
Probably won't either, unless Eric buys one. (I don't see that happenin', though...Horses, yeah. Harleys? Nah....)
Jesus Frig, he's making me crazy with that loping idle....I can remember waiting for Jack to come get me, hearing him when he was still a quarter mile away...having that roaring beast be waiting for ME of all people...climbing on and away we'd go. God....
Makes me wish I was Rusty Dennis....
Honestly.
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