March 25, 2004
Progress?...Hmmm....
I don't know how much progress I've made, but...I'm still at it.
Stupid dogs decided to "help" by emptying a trashbag all over the kitchen floor, so that was really niiiice.
I even got to make up a few new cuss words, with that one.
Just got back from the store a little bit ago. Got myself more cleaning shit. And Coffeemate.
Gonna need both...I can tell. If conventional methods of using these things doesn't seem to be helping (REAL soon), my plan is to ingest the cleaners and then, in the throes of the spasms that's bound to cause, I can take the lid offa the Coffeemate and fling it all around while giggling madly and singing "It's snooooowing..." over and over.
(Yeah...I'm losin' it. So? I'd like to see any one person try to keep up with this dirt-possessed, cobweb creating house and it's insane inhabitants without killing a few brain cells. It's just that I only had about 8 or 9 to begin with...)
In other news....Ferris Bueller is cute, Ed Rooney is a retard and if this tape doesn't quit 'bouncing', I'mina throw something. I cleaned the heads and it's still doing it.
QUIT IT, YA ASS!!!! I still cannot believe that, in addition to his BC, Rob has also to deal with the mental defectives that run Kerr-McGee. It keeps hitting me like a....bird turd. Splat! "Ewww...damn."
Altho...being pooped on by a bird is supposed to be good luck.....Hell, it's gotta be an improvement over being shit on by those assholes. That, by the way, is EXACTLY why I got out of law enforcement/EMS shit. Getting shit on is my second least favorite activity (puking is #1) and I figured, if I HAVE to be shit on to be alive-as seems to be the 'rule'-I'd rather it be done by cows, as cow shit rinses right off where 'people (a.k.a. morons) shit' leaves scars.
Ya know? Let's see...what else is rolling around up there, except the tumbleweeds and bunny turds? Hmmmm....anything I can discuss in mixed company? ('Mixed', of course, meaning 'sane' and 'insane'...) Okay. Here's something. Maybe if I blog this, it'll get outta my head and I'll never hafta remember it again. I only think of it every freakin' time I do dishes and it always annoys me...
My Dad's brother Jim is a goof. One time, when I was staying overnight there, I was helping Aunt Elizabeth do the dishes after dinner. She was, of course, washing them in water so hot it would melt the skin offa your hands, so I was rinsing them in cooler water. Stiil warm, just not boiling. Well, Mr.Knowitall has to get involved. He feels the water temp and proceeds to inform me that the rinse water must also be hot enough to melt the skin offa yer hands. "Why?", I asked. "My DAD says that cold water kills suds."
"Yeah", he says, "But, hot water kills grease." To which I didn't but shoulda replied "What kinda lame-assed dish detergent do you use, Dude?" I mean, Jesus (Yes, Unca Jim, JESUS!!!!!), if yer still trying to eradicate grease while you're RINSING the dishes, me thinks ya need to wash 'em again. Dork.
Tell me MY Dad's wrong....bite me.
I still do that, too. Til I'm DEAD, I'm gonna ALWAYS use cooler water to rinse my dishes.
So there...ppppbbbttttt.
(Gawd. That's been buggin' me since I was about 10.)
Sanctimonious nerd.
I REFUSE to believe that one of those two aren't adopted and I think it was Jim. My Dad is so...utterly cool. Unca Jim is so utterly....not. He's not like ANY of his siblings. Or Pop-pop. Not one bit. Never has been, never can be. Used to think it was 'beneath' him and now days, it's too late. Shame, too. The world NEEDS more guys like my Dad. Which is yet another reason I wish I was a guy 90% of the time....sigh. (Lord GAWD am I trying to put off getting back to cleaning, here, or what? I think right now, I'd rather write about just ANYTHING than go back to that 'gonna-be-hard-won-war'...) Okay...Why do dogs lick their balls?
Two reasons. Number one...because they can and number two (and more important to said dog), they know they're gonna come lick yer face in about 5 seconds. Two drunks are sittin' on the curb. A dog sits down next to them and begins to lick his balls. One drunk looked at the other and said "Man, I wish I could do that." Second guy says "Maybe you can, but I'd pet him first." Two hookers are talking on the corner. The younger one asked the older one "You ever been picked up by the fuzz?" The older one thinks a second and says "No, but I've been swung around by the tits a few times..." I know..."GO CLEAN!!!!", right? I'm gonna. In a minute. What do ya call a boomerang that won't come back?
A stick. Where do ya find a turtle with no legs?
Right where ya left him. What do Yoko Oh-no and Ethiopeans have in common?
They all live off dead beetles. Didya hear Evil Knievel, or however the frig ya spell it, is gonna make a comeback? Yeah, for his latest stunt, he's gonna run past Sally Struthers with a sandwich tied to his back. And..... Whadda ya get when ya cut 500 bras in half?
1000 beanies with chin straps. Okay...put DOWN the rotten produce.
I'mina go clean something now. Too bad it can't be my mind, huh? Peace.
Posted by: Stevie at 01:47 AM | Comments (37) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
March 23, 2004
Oh My God...lmao...
I know...I know...I'm supposed to be cleaning and I swear I'm gonna start as soon as I'm done this, but, had I started when I was supposed to, I'd have missed this...
"Since my massive audience has been waiting, with baited breath, for my opinions on the hot topics of the day, here goes...." 'Baited' breath?rotflmao... Lord, what a mental image that conjures up... It's BATED breath...which I retardedly turn into 'bat breath' occasionally, just because it's funny...but "baited"...lmao. That's even better... I've said it before and I'll say it again, while I'm on this topic...
It's 'piqued my interest', not 'peaked', too, okay? But, thanks for the giggles...
(I'm not being condescending, either...I really do love this stuff.) Love,
The Grammar Fuhrer (screw the two dots...)
(Remember?)
Posted by: Stevie at 06:15 PM | Comments (39) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay...
Here's the deal.
I hafta reeeeally clean this house.
Top to bottom, side to side and completely.
I keep reading where people are doing spring cleaning and the descriptions of the results are making me crazy. I am getting to the point where I just HAVE TO do this.
However....
I live right smack in the middle of a farm driveway. Dust and dirt are a way of life around here. Nearly everything outside is counter-productive to cleanliness. Dead leaves, dust, dirt, cowshit, components of cow feed (some of which looks like flour), animals, animal hair, mud, the fact that animals don't levitate when they go out, the fact that the four dogs go out, on a rotating basis, at least 492 times a day, hay, straw, heavy equipment rumbling around stirring up shit...ugh...it's endless. Plus, I'm convinced that the very structure we live in is packed with dust and cobwebs inside the walls and ceiling or something, that just magically reappear as soon as you get rid of the originals. It's fuckin' bizarre.
Even when I do get it 'clean', they're there...mocking me.
Every time I think of doing this, I look around and feel my resolve just melt. It's a huge job that I'm skeert will turn into an endless cycle/swirl/hell that'll never REALLY be done. Like...by the time I get it all done the first time, it'll be time to turn around and start all over again, to the exclusion of everything else in life.
Siiigh.
Not to even mention having to keep up with all the regular shit.
Makes me feel beaten (beat up and defeated) before I can even start.
Once I start, I do not wanna stop until I absolutely have to, like in the event of unconsciousness, fire, nuclear war...whatever, cause I know re-starting will be twice as hard.
SO!
If I don't post much, you'll know why. If I do, you'll know I'm screwin' off again, instead of doing what I oughta be doing. As usual.
I swear, I have the self-discipline level of a freakin' rodeo bronc these days.
And, I usedta could do dressage.....
Pray for me, please.
I'll need all the help I can get. I'll be back when I have some progress to report.
*Slams welders helmet shut and gives a 'thumbs up' sign* Peace.
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March 22, 2004
Sweet Jesus...
Isn't it amazing how one lil tiny, eensy, weensy bit of info can clear up SOOOO much for ya?
Like finding out your insane boss may have a brain tumor...Boom. Everything then makes sense.
Or finding out that, maybe, your ex-wife is and has always been a lesbian. Suddenly, everything becomes clear.
then you can stop back by here in a while after I do a little research and fact gathering into that horrific company and get it worked into some kinda coherant post. (If I even can...wow.)
If I take too long, or ya just don't get it, watch "Silkwood" while yer waitin'.
All will make sense BEFORE the end of that movie. And...I'll tell ya something else. For all the pissin' and moaning Rob gets accused of doing, for him to have to deal with that cuntbag ex-wife of his AND these murderin' assholes...I'll betcha he hasn't even scratched the surface of the horror he's been through. Holy friggin' horseshit.
Update:
Just gonna add a coupla things here. Karen's story...as told by Frontline. The result of Kerr-McGee's handiwork:
Yeah...about that bit of the newspaper print...Karen was accused by K-M of purposely contaminating herself just to embarrass the company. Riiiight. That's why SHE was contaminated, her HOUSE was contaminated, but her car was clean. Suuuuure.
Real nice, huh?
I'm not sure if I'm done yet, or not. There is A LOT of information out there.
Gonna go look for more examples of K-M bullshit. Oughta be very easy to find. They get sued in nearly every state they're in.
By the way...with a track record for lying this much and to this extent, why would any court anywhere EVER take K-M's word for ANYTHING?
Rob oughta sue for wrongful termination. Fuck working for the cocksuckers again...just sue for the principle involved. And for a HUGE settlement.
Asshats.
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More email silliness...
Bush and Osama decided to settle the war once and for all. They sat down and decided to settle the whole dispute with one dog fight. They would have 5 years to breed the best fighting dog in the world and whichever sides dog won would be entitled to dominate the world.
Osama found the biggest, meanest Doberman and Rottweiler female dogs in the world and bred them with the meanest Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest and strongest puppy from the litter, and removed his siblings, which gave him all the milk. After 5 years, they came up with the biggest, meanest dog the world had ever seen. It's cage needed steel bars that were 5" thick and nobody could get near it.
When the day came for the dog fight, Bush showed up with a strange looking
animal. It was a 9 foot long Dachshund. Everyone felt sorry for Bush because there was no way that this dog could possibly last 10 seconds with the Afghanistani dog.
When the cages were opened up, the Dachshund came out of it's cage and
slowly waddled over towards Osama's dog. Osama's dog snarled and leaped
out of its cage and charged the American Dachshund---but when it got close
enough to bite, the Dachshund opened its mouth and consumed Osama's dog in
one bite. There was nothing left of his dog at all.
Osama came up to Bush, shaking his head in disbelief, "We don't understand how this could have happened. We had our best people working for 5 years with the meanest Doberman and Rottweiler female dogs in the world and the biggest, meanest Siberian wolves."
"That's nothing,", said Bush. "We had Michael Jackson's plastic surgeons working for 5 years to make that alligator look like a weiner dog."
Posted by: Stevie at 08:54 AM | Comments (32) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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Posted by: Stevie at 08:33 AM | Comments (33) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Fractured fable...
Or...a moral whore story.
The Whorehouse Doors A fellow passed a house with a little red light burning in front, so he stepped inside. There was nothing in sight and nothing there but an empty bare hallway, with two doors reading, "Over 35" and "Under 35." He decided to be truthful and entered the door that said, "Over 35." He found himself in another empty hallway, this one with two doors that read, "Over 8 inches" and "Under 8 inches." Truthful again, he went through the "Under 8 inches" door and found himself in another empty hall, with two more doors reading, "Once a night" and "Over 4 times a night. Still wanting to be truthful, he entered the door marked "Once a night" and found himself back out on the street. The moral of this story is:"Always tell the truth and you'll never get screwed."
Posted by: Stevie at 08:23 AM | Comments (33) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
More random shit (but, hopefully not as long as last time)...
I'm all about truth, right? (You best be sayin' "Right", right now...*ssel*-which means 'sidelong Sam Elliot look'. It does...I know. I made it up.)
Anyway...I am. Being lied about and to is something I've put up with just about enough of in my life. Lying is not something I do...much. I have to put it that way, because I do exaggerate and engage in hyperbole to get my point across, but, essentially, what I feel or think is what ya get.
I'm not really good with pussyfootin' around or beating around the bush or being very p.c. very often. I say what I'm about to think, usually. Sometimes, even I'm shocked by what comes outta my mouth.
But, even when I'm pointing out inherant stupidity, if you listen, you'll hear me using humor to make sense and whatever it is I'm saying, polite or not, is the TRUTH.
I like hearing the truth, too. Even if I don't like what you're saying, I still appreciate the truth of it. No matter what it is you feel a need to tell me, 10 to 1 I won't go the fuck off if whatever you're saying is the truth. You'll be in less trouble for the original thing, no matter how bad it is, as long as you don't lie. Or, if for some arcane reason you're compelled to lie, you 'fess up in an acceptable amount of time (measured in nano-seconds, by the way), I can even deal with that. But, to just fling lies around like cow chips and leave 'em there, stinkin' up the joint, is....wrong...unacceptable...something I choose not to have to deal with.
That said...wanna know what I'd really say to Liar Guy...if I ever speak to him again (and that I already know would do me no good at all)?
It'd go something like this:
Him: "Why don't you ever talk to me anymore?"
Me: "Siiiigh. Well, ya see Dude, it's like this. I can forgive a lot of shit from people, depending on who they are. BUT...one thing I cannot tolerate from ANYBODY, Jesus Himself included, is lying. Especially constant lying for no discernable reason. You know how you do that? (He does know, too, because he was seeing someone about it...) Well, after that last load you laid on me, I made a decision..."
(At this point, there would be a slightly puzzled look on his face as he tries to figure out which load I'm referring to. Seeing this, I'd tell him....)
"You remember...that Paint horse shit? Yeah...that. You started it a day or so before Gia died, then knew full well that she HAD died and continued with that shit, even going so far as to drag a second non-existant horse into it. What the HELL was that about? Jeezus, Dude. Well, after that, I decided that I'm NOT going to EVER be lied to by you again. IF the only way this can happen, and I'm convinced it is, is that you simply don't talk to me anymore, that's fine. I'd rather do that, than risk you lying to me again, it means THAT much to me. See, if ya lie to me one. more. time. I'll wind up hating you and the only person that'll affect would be Eric and that's not fair of me, so...I decided to head that off, before it even had a chance to happen. Understand? Now...if you decide you still want to try talking to me, without lying to me EVER AGAIN, that is your decision, but...you need to choose wisely and make an informed decision. Be informed that, if you DO keep talking to me and DO lie again...I will be forced to, basically, rip your balls off and then go back to this...my original arrangement of never speaking to you again....
It's up to you. But...I'd stick with my original idea, if I were you."
(Which is why I don't bother...) More truth later....
Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 04:51 AM | Comments (32) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
March 21, 2004
WTF?
Humorous comment spam? Now, I've seen it all. This shit came through this afternoon. Of course, I've banned the IP.
It was put under my last "I hate Jon (Liar Guy)" post. (Oddly enough, he was on his way here to talk to Eric when I saw this...)
Name: god
Email Address: god@hotmail.com
URL: Comments: i hate jon too, im pleased we share this bond would u like to meet up
some time, i don't get out much and would appreciate the company i have
GSOH,hope to see u soon babe, lots of love and hopefully kisses,
the messiah (or jus god to u) First of all, do ya REEEALLY think God would use HOTmail? Somehow, that just doesn't seem right to me. Second, I honestly think He'd capitalize His own name, ya know? Third...what the hell is GSOH? Fourth...Whadda ya mean 'hope to see u soon'? You know something I ought to? Spill it, Big Dude, if ya do...Jesus. Other than that...cute.
Banned, but cute.
Posted by: Stevie at 11:34 PM | Comments (33) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
It's gotta be....
This
has GOT to be that Ga-ne-sha person in Rob's comments.
Go look and see the comments under Rob's "I don't know" post. Read and compare them to this thing.
Seperated at birth?
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Posted by: Stevie at 10:43 PM | Comments (32) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Fuckin' stupid Site Meter...
Just dropped me back down to 12,780. What the hell?
Jane...thank you ever so much AGAIN for recommending Stat Counter.
I'm tellin' ya...Site Meter fucks up my numbers ONE MORE TIME...it's outta here.
Hell, I hate math and I could do a better job counting than this.
Besides, Stat Counter kicks ASS over Site Meter, anyway. For real.
Oh and just by the way...when Paul fixed the new meter for me, we decided to start it at 13,000, even though retarded-assed Site Meter was at, like...13,046 or some shit (for the second time, I might add...). So, I dropped 46 hits on my own. Me doing it is one thing. Them doing it is....pissin' me off.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:29 AM | Comments (36) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Oh, and why did you drop my site form your list?? In other random news...
I keep getting people coming here by searching for that ugly hag, Janice Dickenson. WHY?!?
I mean, I've never liked her to begin with, because I'm a Gia Carangi fan and it pisses me off to no end that that twat Dickenson refers to herself repeatedly as the 'first supermodel'.
She wasn't.
Gia was.
And, just because Gia is dead and can't defend herself is no reason for Janice to pull this shit. Gia was also the first female celebrity to die of AIDS. I don't see anybody trying to take that title. 'Course, Janice doesn't have AIDS...yet.
She does, however, look like she has some kind of debilitating ugliness disease. Has anyone seen her on that 'Top Model' show? Holy fuck...what happened to her? She looks HORRIBLE. I'd been watching that stupid show for a coupla weeks before I even realized that was her. Ewww. Haggy lookin', lyin' ho.
So, if ya got here looking for that retard, ya came to the wrong place. I can't stand her ugly lying ass and about the only good thing I'll ever say about her is: at least she's not twins. Skank.
Eric was here when I found it and the first thing he said was "Remember, Honey...the war is over."
First words outta my mouth were "Is it?"
I don't know about that.
I read "Thud Ridge". I read "Code of Honor". I know what those merciless bastards did to our men. I know how many never came home, how many aren't accounted for and never will be. I also have a really good idea how many men are still walking around, totally fucked up by what they went through over there. Not to even mention what the 'citizens' of THIS country did to them when they did make it home and how our fuckin' government has shit all over them since.
I support and respect and honor our Nam Vets, POWS, MIA'S, KIA'S and every one of those brave young men who tried to serve this country honorably in that war...and it was a WAR. My ex-father-in-law was a prisoner in Hanoi for 7 long years. Because of him and Jack Ayars, a very special person in my life who rode with the Shiloh, NJ chapter of the Nam Vets MC club, I pretty much gave my heart to those guys and I really don't think I'm ready yet to be having people from there being here. Not much I can do about it, I know. But, I don't hafta like it and, guys...I don't.
Anyone who's interested in reading how my ex-father-in-law was captured can do so by reading "Thud Ridge." His capture is the basis for the chapter called "The Longest Mission". Briefly, he was shot down and was being tracked by the beeper signal on his chute. He landed safely in enemy territory and, due to weather conditions and mechanical issues, was left there for three or four days. By the time they went back over the area where he was last known to be, they were still getting a weak signal from the beeper. When they made voice contact, the voice that answered back answered in Vietnamese. Then, he was held and hurt and tortured and fucked with for s-e-v-e-n years. His name is Lt. Col. Joseph S. Abbott, USAF, Ret. He's one of the sweetest, gentlest, nicest people I know and what was done to him and every other man stuck over there is an abomination and should NEVER be forgotten. Ever.
I'm not real willing to forgive it yet, either. Maybe when all the Nam Vets do, I will..but until then...no. Until I can watch "Dear America: Letters home from Viet Nam" without crying....no. Until every single one of our guys are accounted for AND HOME....no. Until my heart doesn't break every time I think of the horror our guys got subjected to...no.
So, I doubt it's gonna be any time soon.
And, until then, I guess I'm just gonna hafta be highly uncomfortable when people from there come here.
I do, however, love that when they do show up here, they get treated to the sight of our POW-MIA flag.
Yeah, that's right. I'm one of those flag waving, still pissed off Nam Vet supporters and if ya don't like it...LEAVE AND NEVER RETURN.
Nobody here is gonna miss you, anyway. M'kay?
Good.
(Lord, I do believe that mighta bothered me a little more than I realized.) And, guess what, after alla that? I'm really not in a bad mood. Matter of fact, I just got done sobbing my way through the Roger Miller special I taped offa TNN a coupla years ago. Roger Miller just IS the essence of my Pop-pop to me. When I hear 90% of his songs, it whisks me back to childhood, to my Pop-pop's house. The sounds, the smell...my Pop-pop being there. (Ah fuck...here I go again.) And, when Dean, Roger's son, sings "Old Toy Trains"...oh, Jesus, my heart. It just shatters all over again. Man, I miss my Pop-pop bad.
Hell, I miss my Dad, too. (Hi, Dad...I love you!) I can still see my Pop-pop sitting at the kitchen table, eating green bell peppers, smiling, laughing, bullshittin'...he was such a great guy, my Pop-pop. I can only ever remember being mad at him once, when he was burning, I think it was gypsy-moth nests outta his trees. I was a little kid and was mad because he was killing the caterpillars I wanted to collect, keep, take home...play with. I was like that. I loved bugs. Still do. Snakes, too. I just didn't understand why he'd be wanting to kill all those cool caterpillars. I got over it.
Another thing I remember is him trying to convince me there's no difference in flavor between a green and red bell pepper. Yeah, there is. I don't like the red ones. He fed me a piece of each with my eyes closed and was surprised when I could tell the difference.
I also remember him standing behind my first pickup with me, in his driveway, talking to me about jobs and how important integrity is when you're working.
I remember finding a draft of a letter Pop-pop was writing to his insurance company because they'd raised the rates. He wrote and said he just wanted to thank them for the improvement his health was about to get. Thanks to them and their high prices, he said, he was certain he was going to be healthier from them forcing him to start riding a bicycle everywhere he went from then on.
Whatta card....lmao. Oh, God, I love that man.
Twenty-two years...and I still wind up in tears. Twenty-two years and the smell of Avon's Wild Country still makes me almost turn around to see where he is. The sound of a baseball game on TV, the smell of Swisher Sweet cigars, hearing a lawn mower or a moped...all these things and more make me hurt like he just died yesterday.
Anything EVER happens to my Dad and y'all better pray for God to give Eric the strength to save me. He'll need it.
I think part of the reason that it still kills me about Pop-pop is that, thanks again to my idiotic mother, I didn't get to spend as much time with him as I'd have liked to. AND, I was forcefully seperated from my Dad for, oh...just about 22 or so years, so....ya know? And, yeeeessss, I know there are people who'd say that it wasn't 'forcefully'. Well, it sure FELT and seemed like it. Sometimes, it still does.
I doubt Kim is aware of every minute that she's gotten to spend with my Dad that I didn't, but I am. Painfully so.
I also kinda think that THAT plays a large part in my 'mental head-shit'. The depression, the feeling like an unworthy piece of shit, feeling fat and ugly and all that. It's not the WHOLE cause, but it is a part of it, I'm sure.
Is it even remotely normal to be almost 41 years old and still cry because ya can't just go get a hug from your Dad? Is it 'normal' to be almost 41 and still need your Dad as much as I do? Owing to the facts of this case-the lost years that I can never get back and the damage I did to myself over it all-can I even ever BE 'normal'?
Twenty-two years and I'm still not over losing Pop-pop. Can you even imagine what it's gonna be like inside of me when Dad is gone from my life again, this time for the rest of forever? I can't.
(Kim, Honey, I wouldn't want your karma for all the money, big houses, huge TV's and hot tubs in the world. The ONLY good thing about that karma is that I don't really hate you anymore because of what you've got coming to you...ooofa. Just enjoy the ever-lovin' hell outta the life you're living right now, because, some day...you're gonna feel exactly like I do right now and have for all these years. Only difference'll be that I'll be able to tell you EXACTLY why you're being 'put through' it, if ya even hafta ask.) Still not in a bad mood, here, believe it or not. Matter of fact, it seems that two of my cats are on kitty-crank or something, because they're cracking me up, flying around here, running up the back of my chair, across the keyboard and just EVERYWHERE!!! Lunatics. Well. Whew. I sure sound like I'm not too happy right now, don't I? But...I swear...I'm not in a foul mood at all. Just a little raw, is all. And, that's probably because of the Roger Miller thing, which always leads to Pop-pop, which always leads to Dad, then to 'lack-of-Dad', then to Kim, but this time...to feeling calm and level as opposed to wanting to take her head off, like usual. Not sure exactly why that is, but it is the truth and it's also good. Either this blog really is helping me with this kinda shit, or I'm growing up...or a little of both, maybe. That's not to say I wouldn't move back in with my Dad in a skinny minute if Kim went away, cause I would. I just don't feel a need to hurt her anymore, cause she's gonna get it all back, anyway.
And, boy is THAT gonna be a bitch. I won't need to add a bit to it, either, but I do reserve the right to watch. I reserve it and deserve it.
So there...ppttttbbbb. Okay, off to the 'library' for a while, then on to cleaning a bit. Heh. Who'm I trying to kid...I'll probably be back here too. Huh?! What?
Oh.
I think I hear my Tequila Rose hollerin' for me.
Buuut...I have my doubts as to how well it'd go with the cup of coffee I have sitting here...and the pot I just made, so...we'll see.
In the meantime....
Peace, y'all.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:12 AM | Comments (33) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Wow!!!!
Andy's here...how cool is that? I finally got around to getting online a little while ago and when I got here and started to scroll down to the new meter...there he was. Gorgeous as all hell...
Thank you, Paul!!!!
Posted by: Stevie at 12:37 AM | Comments (32) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
March 20, 2004
I knew it...
You are BOUND FOR HELL! And probably need
treatment. Whoops!
What Is Your Major Malfunction?
brought to you by Quizilla
Like I said...I knew this, but I just haaaad to take this test because of it's title. Hearing that questione screamed at people by DI Hartman in "Full Metal Jacket"
makes me laugh. My only answer to that is: Got all day? Found this at my newest find...another cool female.
I just found her about 24 hours ago at Weblogs.com. Seems pretty cool, too.
Check her out.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:13 AM | Comments (35) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Hot damn....
Followed Jane's advice and got StatCounter. I installed the code and Paul and Jane both wound up having to move and tweak it....naturally.
Have I mentioned I hate templates almost as much as snow?
*shudder*
I like knowing how to maintain my car...oil changes, brake pads and shoes, changing gaskets, spark plugs, tune ups...all that. This not knowing how to do the simplest shit in my templates frustrates me to no end. Then again, so do moronic weather-dolts who grin like an egg-suckin' dog while discussing snowfall amounts.
And stupid people.
Which is why I spend an inordinate amount of time getting on my own nerves.
Siiigh. Aaanyhow...StatCounter kicks ass. If yer sick of getting frigged up by Site Meter, give it a shot. If ya can't find it, Jane put the URL in the comments of the previous post. Okay, now I'm off to try to figure out why blowing up Vet's stadium is something to celebrate and have a special TV show about. Destroying landmarks, memories and all that is a good thing around here, apparently. And, people call me weird?
Riiiight.
Posted by: Stevie at 01:40 AM | Comments (32) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
March 19, 2004
Oh goody...
I just broke 13,000...AGAIN.
I want some of what the hell Site Meter's on.Must be some reeeally good shit.
Siiiigh.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:27 PM | Comments (34) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
March 18, 2004
Site Meter is on crack...
I noticed this early this morning. Stupid Site Meter has dropped about 500 or so hits offa my total and what they're saying is my daily average is wrong, too.
It was about 60-65 a day BEFORE this LGF thing.
I have LOADS of referrals from that, yet Site Meter doesn't seem to care...lol.
I tried that other popular one, the one with the planet/zig-zag thing, but it asked me a question about 'frames' that had four possible answers and none seemed to work. 'Course, I'm not that great with that kinda stuff and my template terrifies me, so...it coulda been me, that time. Site Meter and that stupid 'referral' thing that was at the bottom of my page are both pissin' me off now.
I'll gladly have both removed from my template if there's something halfway reliable I can use. Let me know, okay?
Thanks, y'all...
Posted by: Stevie at 11:17 PM | Comments (32) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Ummmm...
Okay.
Thanks Quark, even if I'm not sure what this really means...lol.
It sure sounds nice.
(Unless, of course, it's my breath-taking natural airheadedness yer referring to, or something...lmao)
Yeah. This really clears it up...NOT. Another one. Now, I'm thinking it's the name of this blog, Caught in the Crossfire, is what they're talking about. I think....lol. Do what? Okay...that's all of 'em. If anybody can clue me as to what da heck it all means, that'd be cool.
Posted by: Stevie at 10:39 PM | Comments (32) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Pre-freakin'-cisely....
(More email goodness...this one is dead-on.)
Winter in Pennsylvania Aug. 12Moved to our new home in Pennsylvania. It is so beautiful here. The hills are so picturesque. Can hardly wait to see them with snow covering them. God's Country. I love it here! Oct. 14
Pennsylvania is the most beautiful place on earth. The leaves are turning all different colors. I love the shades of red and orange. Went for a ride through some beautiful hills and spotted some deer. They are so graceful, certainly they are the most peaceful animals on earth. This must be Paradise.I love it here! Nov. 11
Deer season will start soon. I can't imagine anyone wanting to kill such an elegant creature. The very symbol of peace and tranquility. Hope it will snow soon. I love it here! Dec 2
It snowed last night. Woke up to find everything blanketed in white. It looks like a postcard. We went outside and cleaned the snow off the steps and shoveled the driveway. We had a snowball fight (I won) and when the snowplow came by, we had to shovel the driveway again. What a beautiful place. Mother nature in perfect harmony. I love Pennsylvania! Dec 12
More snow last night. I love it. The snowplow did his trick again (that rascal). A winter wonderland.I love it here! Dec 19
More snow last night.Couldn't get out of the driveway to get to work this time! I'm exhausted from shoveling. That damn snowplow! Dec 22
More of that white shit fell last night. I've got blisters on my hands from shoveling. I think the snowplow man hides around the corner and waits until I'm done shoveling this driveway. Asshole! Dec 25
"White Christmas" my busted ass! More friggen snow. If I ever get my hands on that son of a bitch who drives that snowplow, I swear I'll castrate the dumb bastard. Don't know why they don't use more salt on the roads to melt this friggen ICE! Dec 28
More white shit last night. Been inside since Christmas Day except for shoveling out the driveway every time "Snowplow Harry" comes by. Can't go anywhere, cars buried in a mountain of white shit. The weatherman says to expect another 10" of the shit tonight. Do you know how many shovels full of snow 10" is? Jan. 1
Happy Damn New Year, the weatherman was wrong (again). We got 34" of the white shit this time. At this rate it won't melt before the 4th of July. The snowplow got stuck up the road, and the shithead had the balls to come to the door and ask to borrow my shovel. After I told him I've broken 6 shovels already, shoveling all the shit he pushed into the driveway, I broke my last one over his damn head! Jan. 4
Finally got out of the house today. Went to the store to get food and on the way back, a damn deer ran in front of the car and I hit the bastard. Did about $3,000 worth of damage to the car. Those damn beasts ought to be killed. Wish the hunters had killed them all last November. May 3
Took the car to the garage in town. Would you believe the thing is rotting out from all that damn salt they keep dumping all over the road? Car looks like a piece of shit! May 10
Moved to Florida! I can't imagine why anyone in their damn mind would ever want to live in that God forsaken State of Pennsylvania! (Me either. Have I mentioned that I hate snow?)
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