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February 19, 2004
You know yer growing up when...
1. Your house plants are alive, and you can't smoke any of them.
2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.
3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.
4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.
5. You hear your favorite song on an elevator.
6. You watch the Weather Channel.
7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of hook up and breakup.
8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.
9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up."
10. You're the one calling the police because those damn kids next door won't turn down the stereo.
11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.
12. You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.
13. Your car insurance goes down and your payments go up.
14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonalds leftovers.
15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.
16. You no longer take naps from noon to 6 PM.
17. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.
18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset, rather than settle your stomach.
19. You go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.
20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good stuff."
21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.
22. "I just can't drink the way I used to," replaces, "I'm never going to drink that much again."
23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.
24. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar.
25. You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn't apply to you and can't find one, to save your sorry old ass....
26. You start posting lame shit from emails instead of shit from yer own head...
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A slightly risque recipe...
HOW TO MAKE LOVE
Ingredients:
4 Laughing eyes
4 Well-shaped legs
4 Loving arms
4 Warm, soft, gentle hands
2 Firm milk containers
2 Nuts
1 Fur-lined mixing bowl
I Firm banana
Directions:
1. Look into laughing eyes.
2. Spread well-shaped legs with two of the gentle hands.
3. Squeeze and massage milk containers very gently.
4. Gently add firm banana to mixing bowl, working in and out until well
creamed. For best results. Continue to knead milk containers.
5. As heat rises, plunge banana deep into mixing bowl and cover with
nuts, leave to soak...length of time optional.
6. The cake is done when banana is soft.
If banana does not soften, repeat steps 3-5 or change mixing bowls.
Notes:
l. If you are in an unfamiliar kitchen, wash utensils carefully before
and after use.
2. Do not lick mixing bowl after use.
3. If cake rises, leave town.
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Ahem....
Dear Sirs,
I have the solution for the prevention of hijackings, while at the same time getting our airline industry back on its feet.
Since men of the Muslim religion are not allowed to look at naked women, we should replace all of our female flight attendants with strippers.
Muslims would be afraid to get on the planes for fear of
seeing a naked woman, and of course, every businessman in this
country would start flying again in hope of seeing a naked woman. We would have no more hijackings and the airline industry
would have record sales.
Now why didn't Bush think of this?
Why do I still have to do everything myself?
Sincerely,
Bill Clinton
That is all...
*Found in email*
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February 18, 2004
Just because...
Love you, Dru...
Miss you, too...
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February 16, 2004
In my defense...
It was either that (the next post) or a great big, twisted up thing (which may still happen) starting with another thing Charles Manson said that makes sense (there WERE so few of them...lol) and going into my aversion to dealing with people and all that.
Shits bigger than Bret's biceps. (And, ooooh what biceps they are...lol)
Anyhow....I'm still trying to figure out just how many things Mr. Manson can say that can make sense to me, before it goes from me being smart enough to figure out what he means to me being as fuckin' nutso as he is. It's only two so far, but it's making me nervous.
Not to even mention the fact that I've been getting more done in my comments lately than anywhere else.
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Ahhhh.....
Okay. I feel much better now.
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Mmmm, spandex.
Posted by: Dawn at February 16, 2004 11:56 PM (Q0xHi)
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OK... I'm drooling. Now TELL ME WHO THAT IS!! (obviously I don't watch much TV or go to the movies often... dammit.)
Posted by: Min at February 19, 2004 03:03 AM (hNqfO)
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Dawn, Honey...it's what's IN the Spandex that counts...lol.
Min...I left ya a comment at yer place with more info, but for anyone else who's wondering...This is the Epitome of Manhood known as Bret Hart.
The love of my fantasy-life.
*tingle*
Posted by: Stevie at February 19, 2004 04:09 AM (1Rvfx)
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LOL!!! You'll never believe this, but my 12-yo daughter knew right away who he was. She watches wrestling with Hub; they just love an excuse to jump up and down and yell.
Gah. Now I feel VERY hermit-like.
Posted by: Min at February 19, 2004 10:17 AM (hNqfO)
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February 15, 2004
If ya really wanna know...
How completely bent-headed I really am...
I like Pauly Shore.
I know...I know he's a total retard, but I think he's kinda cute and funny as hell.
I just got done watching "Son-in-Law" and I also have "BioDome" taped.
I think he'd be cool to hang with.
Just hearing him giggle makes me giggle.
The boy is fried and so am I.
I think we'd get along great.
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Awright! Questions!!!
I found these over at Dawn's, who found them over here.
1. WHAT TIME DID YOU GO TO BED LAST NIGHT?
About 8:30/9:00 this morning.
2. IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOURSELF WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Who my mother was.
3. PAPER OR PLASTIC?
Normally, plastic is fine. My cats like to play with the bags. If it's a lot of cans or heavy shit, both.
4. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK/MAGAZINE YOU READ?
I'm currently reading four books...all 'again'. They are "Fatal Justice: Reinvestigating the MacDonald murders", "Country Confidential", " Manson: In His Own Words" and "Deadly Relations: A True Story of Murder in a Suburban Family".
5. A TV SHOW YOU CAN’T STAND TO WATCH?
Wrestling. Vince McMahon should get face cancer and live.
6. WHAT DID YOU EAT FOR LUNCH TODAY?
Nothing yet. I haven't been awake long enough to be hungry.
7. DO YOU LIKE TO BE SURPRISED?
Surprised by nice things, yeah. Horrified and shocked by life as usual...no.
8. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR TOOTHBRUSH?
White and dark blue.
9. WHAT BRAND OF DEODORANT DO YOU WEAR?
Old Spice High Endurance Pure Sport. Women's shit is too...foo-foo. And, it usually stinks.
10. YOUR FAVORITE STORE TO SHOP?
Walden Books or the Bourbon Street food place in the Court at Deptford Mall.
11. WINTER, SPRING, SUMMER OR FALL?
Spring. It should never, ever be anything, EVER, except spring.
12. FAVORITE DESSERT?
Cheesecake with strawberry jelly on it is good, but I don't usually 'do' dessert.
13. WHICH ONE WOULD YOU PREFER - MAID OR PERSONAL CHEF?
Agador from "The Birdcage". I'll also take one Armand and two Alberts. I friggin' love that movie and those people.
14. FAVORITE CANDY?
Reese's Peanut Butter cups.
15. REGULAR OR DECAF?
Let me answer that question with a question....WHY DOES DECAF EVEN EXIST!?! The only thing stupider than that is non-alcoholic beer. What IS the fuckin' point? Folgers...everytime...regular, normal Folgers, in copious amounts.
16. FAVORITE RESTAURANT?
McDonalds.
17. CHARACTERISTICS YOU MOST ADMIRE?
The one most people can't handle...brutal honesty. Because in reality, lies are much more brutal than any truths.
18. FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
Easter, because I love those dumb Cadbury commercials with the Barry White rabbit with the DEEEP voice "Bawk, bawk" and because SPRING is close then.
19. FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
Night...when the rest of the world goes the fuck away for a while.
20. FRUIT OR FRUIT SMOOTHIE?
Plain fruit. I've dated enough 'fruit smoothies" (emphasis on 'smoothie') in my life, thanks.
21. HOW MANY RINGS ARE YOU WEARING?
One. It's the twin to the one Eric wears. They're Irish wedding bands.
22. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR MEAT PREPARED?
If yer talkin' steak, just scrape the hair off and run it thru a warm room. Everything else, hamburger, chicken and shit...well done.
23. WHAT WAS THE LAST CARD YOU SENT SOMEONE?
The last FIVE were yesterday...Eric's Valentines cards.
24. WHAT RADIO STATION IS ON WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW?
None. The movie "Duel" is playing. But, if I were listening to the radio, it'd be a Classic Rock station.
25. ONION RINGS OR FRENCH FRIES?
Either, or both. Only one? French fries with tons of ketchup. Or Russian dressing...now
that's goooood.
26. DO YOU LIKE TO PLAY CARDS OR BOARD GAMES?
Both, but I never get to.
27. NAILS POLISHED OR UNPOLISHED?
Please. I go thru the bullshit to sculpt my own nails, but I don't have time or a cushy enough life to be paintin' 'em. Even if I did, it'd get all smudged and scraped off before it was even dry. And, I have never and WILL never paint toenails. My mom did that and, frankly, I think it looks totally stupid. Just proves how fucked in the head women really are. Believe me, NOBODY cares about that shit...except YOU. Jesus. That's being just a tad bit too self-involved for me. I'd rather use that time for something good...like doing something for Eric, ya know?
28. DO YOU LIKE NUTS ON YOUR SUNDAES?
Depends on whose they are.
29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SODA?
Mountain Dew. I don't even know why other kinds exist. Mountain Dew is da shit.
30. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH ON TV?
Equestrian stuff or dog agility stuff only. You know...the kind with minimal human involvement. Even that I hafta mute because of the brain-dead announcers...sheesh. I used to like to watch hockey, til the Flyers fucked it all up by trading Dave Schultz. Now, I wouldn't look if they were playing in the driveway. Dorks.
Well, damn. Is that it? Hell. This is fun. I could answer questions like this all day long. In fact, the only questions I will never answer again without a lawyer present are those asked by people with guns and a badge. That's never fun and it never comes to any good end, either.
You have the absolute
right to remain silent and with those people, that IS the best (only, really) course of action.
(Oh my Gawd...there goes the truck and car over the cliff. The noises this thing makes give me goosebumps. It's sounds like the truck is PISSED because it lost...Jeezus. Steven Spielberg is a friggin' genius. Hmm. Think I'll throw JAWS in next, maybe....)
Which reminds me of a question I never have gotten an answer to...Why is it, everytime there's a 'bad' truck on the road on TV, it's always a Peterbilt? This movie, some stupid commercial against double and triple-trailers, Pet Sematary...it's endless and it's always a Pete. That is such bullshit. Pete's are the best damn trucks there are.
Oh, oh...a truck joke...What do ya get when ya cross a Peterbilt, a Kenworth and a Freightshaker? A peter worth shakin'. (Still, ya do it more than three times....heh, heh, heh...)
Okay...I'm outta here.
For now.
Peace
(No, I still haven't found the kitten, damn it ta hell...)
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Another IM....
Proving, once again, that I are a dillhole sometimes...
TBT: get some sleep yourself huh?
TBT: maybe cookies after ya get up?
srv200163: In a while, yeah...making cookies first.
TBT: you know best
srv200163: They're not that hard to do...I can do it...
srv200163: I need to do it...about to get stomped by a certain ex-husband cuz he wants his pb cookies...poor lil poopy head.
TBT: what, his arms are broke?
srv200163: He wants cookies, not poison dicks...lol
(slight pause while I hit 'Enter' and look up at what I said and about
shit...)
srv200163:
disks...rotflmfao...I can't believe I wrote that...
TBT: I was... uhh.. just a little confused meself
srv200163: Oh shit...my gut hurts from laughing...Jesus...
TBT: that was particularly freudian.... and hilarious
Honestly....
Tired blondes who have fingers with intermittent dyslexia say the darndest things.
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Posted by: دردشة عراقية at July 13, 2011 11:58 PM (6pzhx)
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I have been posting....
It's just been in the comments to the previous post.
I want my cat back, damn it.
Hell, while I'm at it, I'd also like to be forgiven for every animal I let down, didn't own til they died or who got killed somehow while they
were mine.
I remember all of you and I simply loathe myself that you're not still here with me, where you belong.
I miss all of you and I'll never forget you guys. I loved you then and I still do now.
I am sooo sorry for letting you all down.
I know exactly how big of a piece of shit I am because of it.
I'm so very sorry you guys.
Y'all are gone and can't forgive me and I just cannot forgive myself, either...so know that I know that, okay? You guys were the good ones, not me.
Christ, my heart hurts.
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Duh. Ain't nobody gone nowhere.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at February 15, 2004 11:21 AM (jRssG)
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..call me a softie but I believe the hearts intent and flow of love for each animal goes with them wherever they are so they are never without us in their heart. *hugs*
Posted by: dark_fire_sklavin at February 15, 2004 01:06 PM (ZG8bi)
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I've lost three dogs in two years, all to old age, and I feel like I failed all of them, especially Mickey, who died in my arms.
They're all up there waiting for us.
http://www-hsc.usc.edu/~rneville/dogpoem3.html
http://www.petloss.com/poems/maingrp/dinah.htm
Posted by: John of Argghhh! at February 15, 2004 01:18 PM (igCu1)
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Mike...I know what yer saying, buuuut...I can't SEE them anymore. They may be here, but they need to be a little more demonstrative about it,ya know? lol.
Dark fire...I hope so.
John...my God. One of the dogs I let down in Jersey was named Micky. (Named after Micky Dolenz, hence no 'e'...) And, thank you for those two links. And, thank you for showing me I'm not the only one who feels it this way. Man.
Posted by: Stevie at February 15, 2004 07:23 PM (1Rvfx)
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Evening,Love,
See, other people who feel as you do about animals feel the same as I do about you guilt-tripping yourself. Only they say it better, because they have been personally involved. Love your animals, do what you can for them. Then love yourself for being so kind to them while you knew them. None of you are responsible for the fact that animals have a much shorter life-span than you do, (and a lot less reasoning power.)
Please spare me the stories about 'my dog always knew what I was thinking, he brought in the mail,
made supper when I was down. Lassie and Trigger
could run six miles and save a puppy drowning in a flash-flood, or bring back the sheriff and a posse on command..etc. I mean (and am not demeaning) regular animals (99.6% or so) will do
things that make them vulnereable to injury, death,and ddisappearance. There aren't any real squirrels who will run in front of a car,stand up and make the car run of the road into a tree, and
then slap hands with his nut-gathering pal for chalking up another kill. You animal lovers are good folks, who have a hard time not going over the line of thinking animals are really people in
different bodies. This causes a lot anguishing
guilt trips, and other miseries that makes your love
relationship with your four-footed charges (sorry, I didn't mean to insult you snake-lovers out there, but you get the point)more emotionally expensive than it should be.
I know how you feel, having lived with Stevie for twenty years (as her father, for all you out there whose minds are as devious as mine..)and paying many bills that were weird. (Such as,
being gigged by a dog warden for not having a license for a dog she'd found the day before,
despite my protestations the mutt wasn't really ours.) Stevie had returned the dog about six weeks before I had to go to 'All you bastards who are trying to get out of license fees will feel the wrath of the Big Dog Warden in the Sky court'.
The judge was so amused my story (after being subjected to much abuse by previous pissed-off
dog owners) that he only charged me court costs, and admonished me to try to control Stevies' impulses. Hah! As you see, it's 24 years later, and not much has changed. She brought home a
young dog one evening with the honest thought of finding the proper owner the next day. I got up to go to work, and found the poor dog lying by our driveway with his eyeball hanging out on his cheek. He'd been hit by a car during the night, and was a prime candidate for mercy extinction. I woke up Stevie and her mother, and (as usual) suffered a storm of "No, don't do anything! We'll take the dog to the vet!" I'm thinking the vet would (fatally) end the discussion when he saw the dog. Hah! (I say again.) I came home to find the dog with his eyeball in a more traditional
eyeball location,(ie in his eyesocket with wonderfully placed stiches all around.) He could see out of the eye, and was in a state of perfect happiness as he licked my face. I felt I was
living in Biblical times, have just watched Jesus
pull a Lazarus on the crowd. The only (usual)down-side was a seventy dollar or so vet bill (this was back in the seventies), and the dog being
home with his master (or mistress or whatever) the next morning!
I had dogs and cats when I was a child, but we had no money for extravagances as vet bills. We
had a dog who used to go out in the swamp and bring home a muskrat once in a while. One morning,
we found a dead muskrat on the step, and Bugsy
(Ok, so none of you have pets with goofy names, I suppose..) lying in the driveway with half his nose torn off his face (but still hanging there in such a position that duct-tape would have been an effective remedy, if dogs had dry noses and blood..) For the first time in our unremarkable family history, we TOOK A DOG TO THE VET! The vet sewed his nose back perfectly, and charged us five bucks. We sold the muskrat to a local trapper for six bucks. The last time in my life I ever came out ahead on a vet bill.
How did I ever get off on such a ramble? (A question I ask myself several times a day, by the
way, since I talk the same as I write.) I've got to get back to analyzing better things for better living, or some such thing...
Posted by: haveayen at February 15, 2004 10:55 PM (KrZEf)
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Well, you guys must be doin' some good vibes on me, because this time, I made it all the way thru without tearing up....lol.
I have figured out one thing, tho...saying the things I think helps. And, I don't mean calling somebody a thumb-dick, no brained, fucknugget either. I mean articulating the things that stab me in the heart makes them hurt less the next time they occur to me.
For instance, telling Eric what my mind came up with that happened to Snuffles, took the bite out of it some. Speaking the horror, making it as tangible as it can be, makes it easier to get past, somehow. I don't really understand how, but it does.
I still haven't been able to bring myself to watch "The Aristocats", yet, though. That makes me cry anyway, when Thomas O'Malley (the Alley Cat) is telling Duchess about how most people are toward cats. But, I feel like, if I can watch that and not die of heartache, it'll get me that much further along in 'getting over this'...ya know? And...ya know what? Now that I think of it, I used to do the same thing over guys. When one would leave me or die (three dead ex- boyfriends...do NOT piss me off...lmao), I used to play all the songs that reminded me of them and the songs that were about what I had, yet again, failed to find and just rip my own heart out, basically. Like trying to rip a band-aid off a hairy appendage really fast...
It was intense, all right, but to my way of thinking, one hell of a lot better than dragging it out over weeks. Plus, then, it was ME hurting me, not them anymore. That didn't really make it hurt any less, but it did somehow make it more survivable. I didn't, don't and never will bother doing that over a female shitting on me, though. (If I did that, I wouldn't have time to do much else...heh. I'd still be trying to get thru mom's shit...let alone high school and since then...ugh. No thanks.)
Anyway...It is getting better. Now I just wonder how long it'll take to quit feeling guilty for feeling a little better....sigh.
Posted by: Stevie at February 15, 2004 11:32 PM (etOiU)
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One thing Stevie ( it feels weird to call my daughter 'Stevie', since we named her after her grandmother 'Rumplestiltskin'...)hasn't told you
is she not only lost three boyfriends, but she lost about 28 to 30 friends and aquaintances to car accidents, drugs, and other terrible accidents
by time she was about 25 or so. This is why she
invests so much time and emotion in the people who are left, and, especially in her animals. There are very few people who have lost so many friends in seperate situations. There is one accident that my cousin's boy died in that cost
four or five lives. In her grief, Stevie used to go the the accident scenes and bring home 'relics'
such as a twisted bumper, a snapped-off steering wheel, part of a fender, etc. My garage had a large pile of souveniers of such tragedies. Her
souveniers, now, are her memories, and the understandable feelings that nothing ever comes out right. If I croak, I don't want anyone to tell her for about 15 years. She's pretty, intelligent, and quite screwed up by all the things that have happened to her friends. She has
amazing capacity for survival,though.
Posted by: haveayen at February 15, 2004 11:57 PM (SB0/u)
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Actually, I still have the piece of Andy's truck. I was just lookin' at that a few days ago.
His T-shirt he was wearing the day before he died too.
Starting with Miss Chapman (and not to even mention Miss Dunkleburger when I was in, like second grade) when I was in 8th grade til I graduated, there were either 66 or 68 people including a few teachers between the two high schools I went to who died that I knew. After I graduated came Mike, Walt, Mark (the three exes), Uncle Henry, Andy, Pop-pop H., Mom-mom H., Pop-pop V., mom....I just kinda quit countin when it got close to a hundred. I didn't want to know anymore. Clint Ware, Aunt Lolly, Charlie Villanova, Mom-mom V...it's endless.
Did you know that Waylon Flowers died too? No more Madam...how sad. Other than him, I'm not even gonna get into the famous people it killed me to lose...(Johns Lennon and Belushi, Gilda...need I go on? It SUCKS.)
Is it any wonder I'm not scared of death? Hell, I know more dead people than live ones anymore...which would be understandable if I were around 80 or so, but I'm only 40, for Pete's sake...lol.
(I swear...I feel like Typhoid-fuckin'-Mary, sometimes...)(Oh good, I just noticed John Edwards is on the TV...lmao, now...I ever went to see him, he'd have heart failure at the number of people who showed up for me...)
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Hi Dad!
I see yer here in the Site Meter.
Just seeing that made me teary eyed.
I love you and thank you for being here.
(God, I could use one of yer hugs right now...)
Happy 'Tines Day a little early (for a change...lol)
God, I'm so glad you are my Dad.
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Hi Babe,
I read your blog every day to see how you and your (dead,dying, missing and still around,) chldren are doing. I also get a lot of fun reading others on your blog roll. From the halls to the shores has a lot of good stuff (ie, God, USMC,Ret) I showed your (now lance corporal)brother this blog yesterday, and i think he'll
be checking it out form now on. We went to Cowtown on Tuesday, and Norm stopped to get a pound of peanuts. The peanut man was in a wheelchair, and says to Norm, "You look like a Jarhead" (haircut, ya know, one half inch,max.)
'He is", I said. They talked a few minutes and Norm handed him $3 for the nuts. "Peanuts are only $2 for Jarheads", he said, handing back a dollar. This guy had been in 'Nam. Norm told me, as we walked away, that he gets this every day.
He has certain places he goes for sandwiches, sodas, ammo etc. because he gets a Marine discount
just on his haircut. It's hard to believe that just last year when he was still drumming in the band that his hair was about a foot long and changed colors every month or two. Now, it's all
Marines and getting straight A's in criminal justice to be a cop...
I'm sorry to hear about your (nine hundred and fifty second) cat being missing. I know, no matter how many animals you have or types of animals(dogs, cats, hamsters,horses,rabbits, rats,
possums,turtles,ducks-in aquariums,yet-,ferrets, and, probably a wombat or two I've forgotten) you
have, you worry about them like a woman with a dozen kids worries about them. At least, with kids, you can use birth control to keep things under control. They ain't got no 'Finding Control' pills to limit the number of animals you
can pull in under your 'mommy tent'. If you could ever claim your buds as dependents, you'd never pay a cent in taxes. I grew up in rural areas, in severeal different houses, and w always had a lot of cats (mice and other rodents in the barns and sheds..I know, you'd be out there shooing the starving cats away from your poor mouse pals...
several dogs (watch dogs, and later on hunting pardners) chickens, rabbits, ducks and pigs (food)
though they were pets until they became dinner.
I often wonder how you'd have made out having your local animals being killed for entrees a couple of times a week...(Remember Uncle Jim's
goat named Yum-Yum?)
But, you wouldn't be you if you weren't emotionally involved with your animals. And none of them have ever treated you badly, which is more than you can say for most of the wacko humans you've had to suffer through.
Jeez, what's the rule on length of 'blog comments' in Pennsylvania and/or New Jersey?
Anyway, I love you and read your blog regular
like.
Your marginally normal male parent..
Posted by: haveayen at February 14, 2004 09:55 PM (VPYMW)
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Thank you ....
(she says as she sits crying and laughing at the same time...)
I still haven't found him yet and what's even worse is that now for some reason, I feel guilty about EVERYTHING....Eric, the cat, the goat, the horse....evrything.
My appetite has gone to hell (YAY!) and everytime I start to fall alseep, I feel overwhelmed by feelings of dread and doom and guilt. So...I'm walkin' around feeling nauseated pretty much 24/7.
And, what little sleep I have gotten has been haunted by dreams of trying to find the cat, losing Eric or people taking away the rest of my kids because I failed with a kitten, so how can I think I deserve the others?...kinda shit.
Jesus.
I felt something in me snap or let go the other day. I don't know what it was, but somethings different this time.
I dunno.
But...hearing from you ALWAYS helps.
So, thank you again.
(And, does life EVER get any better...or is it just one thing after another like this til ya die? Just reeeeally wondering...)
Posted by: Stevie at February 14, 2004 10:42 PM (fg0K7)
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Hey yall,
One thing you must think about is that animals are just not up to understanding all your problems and they don't do their (to us)dopey animal things just to piss us off. I'm sure that most, if not all, of your 1000(however many zeroes
there are) animals see as a being who feeds them, snuggles with them, yells at them when you're pissed, (they don't really know yelling means anything-they're animals, after all) and things with with you are better than when they were outside freezing, or hungry or being chased by some bigger animal for whatever reason...But you have always thought of animals as though they were Disney characters who underestand English,
talk to each other about stuff,(your problems, sadnesses, frightful times, etc.) Actually, they don't do any of these things. They are just animals, with animal feelings and instints, and
can sense that the creature comforts they get from you are better than any previous stuff that has happened to them. But, since they're animals, they don't do humanly logical things. They dart outside when the door is opened sometimes, and get hit by a passing tractor and have no idea what happened. They are warm and
cuddly. They seem to pay attention to you for the
several nano-seconds their animal brains can retain a 'thought', but they are only cute animals. They hurt you inadvertantly, by getting lost, croaking, getting injured, disappearing
because of dopey 'discisions' they make, but they
are only animals and don't do any of this crap on purpose. They never have any idea that any of their illogical animal actions affect you in any way. 'She is good. She feeds me. She holds me.
I'm going to go chase that fucking cat around the barn. Whoa, I'm gonna stop chasing and smell this interesting dead stinking animal that's lying here.
Wow, interesting. Hey, there's a rabbit. I'm gonna get him! That's a loud noise...Squish..end of animal...Animals and tractors have no sense of
anything like all the things your very good intellect understands. Your life has been whacked
out into left field because many of your aquaintences, friends, lovers etc. have ANIMAL
habits and personalities, not the other way around. Many of your lovers and men you want so hard to take the time to know you and sympathize
with your quirks, hopes, dreams,desires,thoughts
(endless list of such feelings) simply stop at your door for a while during their pointless rovings around the back field with their noses to the ground sniffing for something interesting, and run off again after playing with you for the couple of 'nano-seconds' their animal brain can
spare from 'running around the field sniffing
for anything new to interest them. (Norman, you
must watch your endless run-on sentences. You might have gotten an A, instead of the C I'm forced to give you.) Think of all the guys you've
given so much time and affection to. Just like the animals, several have been killed like dogs hit by cars, many just stopped for the 'food' you
were giving them, then, zoom, 'I'm gonna run across that field, into the woods, and see what else I can find.." What am I trying to say?
(Help!) Probably that your life-long passion for animals, may often steer you wrong with men. To
put it clearly, many of your guys had less 'human'
feelings and qualities than your animals. And, Christ, it hurts so much more when this is done to you, on purpose, by a human,thinking(?) being.
Don't get so down when an animal does something illogical (like disappearing.) They,
(if you want to put it in your terms) 'love'
you, but have no control of their animal brains.
Jeez, I hope you are now completly cured, happy as a (pet) clam. I think this letter may have caused world-wide peace in our time! I think
all disease has been wiped out. I think I've bored the shit out of anyone who took the several
hours it took to get through this! But I love you, your animals 'love'you (there is a difference), and know that 'Fate' isn't against you. A lot of your happiness depends on animals
being logical. They ain't. Many human ones ain't
either.
Love you.
Dad
Posted by: haveayen at February 15, 2004 12:12 AM (SB0/u)
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You got a dad, hon.
Good for you,
Posted by: Gina at February 15, 2004 12:45 AM (vV7sA)
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Yeah, I do, thank God...
Dad: I hope so, because all I can think is that he needed me to help him and I let him down...just like I did all those dogs I had in Mullica Hill that I got rid of because of that asshole Wally. That one dog, Bone, was abused and trusted me and I let her and all the others down. They're all dead because of me....I can't seem to get past that.
Same with this cat...and Andy Harris, for that matter...if I had been paying closer attention, it wouldn't have happened, therefore...I suck.
I swear to GOD, I'd PAY to get rid of this mindset. Lord knows, the cost would be less than it is living with it.
I keep thinking that poor kitten laid there dying, thinking "Damn...she didn't love me after all. Where is she now?" And, here I am, in a warm house, with food available and he's out there, freezing, starving and now probably dead. And, that's my fault because I didn't find him in time.
Life feeling this way ALL THE TIME makes suicide make sense...on top of which, not one person has ever given me one good point behind all this shit called life.
You struggle to survive so you can die someday. Brilliant idea. Oh, please, yes...let me do THIS again...NOT.
And, no...I'm not 'on the edge' again (yet, or I'd be calling you at work...lol), I just want to, NEED to, know what the friggin' point is. Why am I alive and what's the point of life anyhow?
If all it is is the life I've led...I'll pass next time, thanks. Because this, my life, is as pointless as anything I've ever seen.
Posted by: Stevie at February 15, 2004 02:34 AM (fg0K7)
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Well, Hon
At least you illustrate my point. No dog,cat,horse,spider (outside of kiddy books) has ever thought, "Oh shit, here I am out here freezing and starving, and she lied to me..."
These are transmorgified (Trans what the fuck?)
thoughts from your mind brought on by the things you've thought during the many times a man has let you down terribly, and as you were hurting so bad in the aftermath,thinking,(rightly)"He lied
to me. He didn't really care..he just used me, and threw me away..Why?..WHY? The 'why' part is hard to answer, except to recall the reasons you would give me for why this guy (your new man)
was different. Remember..."Oh dad, he has the longest hair, he has the biggest belt buckle (among other things in the size department..) He's
not really a truck driver, he and his dad own a trucking company, and he's just helping out...
We're going to go to (name a state) and work on..
buy a..ranch. Not unlike your mother (and where do women learn about more about life from than from the examples set by their mothers. And from conversations, answers to important questions and problems that occur that mothers can help with?)
You had little help there when you were growing up. And your mother got no help from her mother
in her formative years. Certain (ie, Most)things
weren't talked about.You just learned on your own.
Your mother was pregnant with you and shocked and scared shitless when she discovered (from a picture book) where babies came out of their mothers. Her parents were about 50 years behind the times and told their children nothing about anything. When any taboo subject (just about anything) was mentioned, it was whispered. (I am
defending, somewhat, how your mother had no idea
how to be forth (or fifth)right with you.
You have done an amazing job getting where
you are (intellectually and emotionally)today.
You took (and take) the 'I'm independant I know what I'm doing and I need no help or sympathy from you, Dickhead', way too far. Your fierce
independance (and loyalty to,sometimes, the wrong people in the wrong situations, loyalty that wasn't reciprocated by weaselly asses when you deserved it) has thrust you into the situation you find yourself. I truly believe your wonderful
talent for writing, thinking and attaining friends
has been so clearly demonstrated by your exceptional blogging. I think your blog, and the support people who don't know you personally, give you almost daily, is a remarkable aid to your psyche,( and a credit to your obvious intellect and talent as a writer and communicator.) Being able to vent, to cry ,to
bare your soul, to say whatever you want to say,
is very healing and healthy for you. I can see by the messages many people send you, you are highly thougt of in the blogging world. These here ole
bloggers can pick a bullshit artist out of a world series crowd. (Perhaps not in the Phillies park, so far, but maybe next year...) Your personal life gets frustrating, I know, but you are attracting and communicating with growing nuumber of people who really appreciate and care for you. Use your blog and your talent, and accept the support folks give you. Being obscene,
being pissed, being sad, being happy, translates
to you being interesting. When you get discouraged, remember that, and also that I love you, and believe it or not the other folks I live with do too, more than you believe. Don't lose faith in yourself. (Look at Sally Starr.)
Oh heck, more samples to run..See you, Love.
Posted by: haveayen at February 15, 2004 04:07 AM (OWcWc)
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You guys...Dad nailed it about you. You people who come here and read me and comment...you really are helping me handle this shit (i.e.-being alive...).
Hell, Dad's right (as usual) about all of it, but I just wanted to point out that I do know that part already and I do appreciate it and I do love yas for it...so thank you, every one of you...even you 'lurkers' who don't say much. You come here, you read and you come back and that counts too, to me.
I just wish I didn't feel this shit so much, so hard, so....everlastingly. You'd think the crap I've been thru would've hardened me up a little..but, it didn't. At least not as far as my animls go, anyway...
And, ya know what, Dad? As much as I love talking to ya on the phone, I think this way may be even better...having your words written down, so I can come back and re-read them time and again, 'til it finally sinks in.
But, I will still be calling...lol.
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You won't if you're a spammer!!!
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February 13, 2004
Yep....I can see this...
Number 1 result:
(Just change that quote to "I will SMACK thee" and this is perfect.)
Number 2 result:
Number 3 result:
Yep.
Put bluntly, all this boils down to:
I'mina hafta beat yer ass.
If that doesn't wise you up,
You'll force me to kill you.
Um-hmm. Makes sense.
Thanks,
Pixy!
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hang in there, Stevie.... don't go a'beatin' no one's ass... it's Friday...have a drink, and relax..
Posted by: Eric at February 13, 2004 07:14 PM (Py0cM)
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And the shit goes on...
(Sung to the tune of "And the Beat Goes On" by Sonny & Cher...)
He's at it again. Lair Guy just added the latest chapter about the horse
S, now.
Yeah. Now there are alleged to be two. Both Paints crossed with Tennessee Walkers. They were (allegedly) raised together, so this Renee chick wants to know if we'll take both of them.
Yeah.
What I wish Eric had said was "Why, yes...we can handle having two horses. Can she handle dialing a fucking phone?"
Now, we're going thru the whole "She'll call you, or you call me and I'll call some other person and get her number so you can call her yourself" shit. Again.
I don't even know what to say this time. Probably because the only thing I can think is "This asshole really
must die, now." If I even cared enough, that is.
Next to the missing cat, this shit is almost laughable.
Only thing I really wanna know is the one thing I can't even BEGIN to figure out...why, why, whywhywhy?
Jeezus.
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Symbiosis. "The Beat Goes On" has been in my head for three days. So much so that the opening line in all my e-mails has been that very phrase (in my world the beat always goes on, because the screwups are always the same).
And TBGO was the only song I can remember that was a beatnik song cooler than the rock 'n' roll around it.
Although, I confess, I never made the horse copulation angle. Good on ya though, baby.
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Oh, good...
It's Friday the 13th.
I'll be under the bed.
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*hug*
Got through Friday 13th here okay except that the folding and stuffing machine at the office exploded.
One moment it's stuffing letters into envelopes and then bang! And it jumps off the desk.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at February 13, 2004 11:21 AM (jtW2s)
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lol....
My Gawd, Pixy!
If I were you, I think I'd look on the back and bottom of that thing for the little manufacturer's label. 10 to 1 it has either three sixes or "Made by Stephen King" on it...
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P.S. My cat is gone...
One of my cats is missing. He's a baby, less than a year old and has breathing problems. I'm fuckin' losin' it, here.
If he's in this house, he's dead, because I don't hear him breathing and you literally can. Especially when he's sleeping. He snores like a man.
He was here last night...or this morning-whatever-when I went to bed. I got up around 10:00 and when I fed the kittens, he wasn't here. When he got out, I do not know.
I've searched the house and under it, the barns, the shop, the parlor, the driveway, the lawns...even the damned dog house.
Can't find him anywhere.
I'm so scared he's gone.
I want my cat back.
Nobody's here, either. I, of course, have to try to deal with this alone. Eric is at some cow meeting and he was supposed to be back at 1:00....well, he ain't.
Naturally.
I just want Snuffles back.
Now.
'Kay, God?
My cat.
Back.
Now.
Ya know...I am trying, here. I'm trying to not just go off. First, even before the rabbit, was the goat. Bad.
Then, the rabbit and the horse, both in about a week. Worse.
Then Jon's shit about the non-existant horse. Worst. (or so I thought...)
Now this.
If I don't find my cat and quit with this 'shit-luck' streak RIGHT NOW....I quit.
Fuck being philosophical.
Fuck rational, too, while yer at it.
I have had EXACTLY ENOUGH of this shit.
I can feel something in me changing, turning...breaking off and dying.
And...ya know what?
Right now...I just don't care.
I may as well become evil.
Being, or trying to be, a good person means shit.
I can see that, now.
No.
I'm not pissed.
I passed pissed hours ago.
With what I feel going on inside of me, depression is gonna seem like skipping through the park.
I want my fucking cat back.
That's all.
Ya know...there really IS a limit as to how much a person can stand.
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:-(
Lemme know. Got my fingers crossed.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at February 12, 2004 07:35 PM (jRssG)
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Good luck in finding your cat. My feline friend and buddy is demanding attention even as I type, so I understand your reaction to your friend being missing.
Much sadness...
I hope things are better VERY SOON for you.
Posted by: Jack at February 12, 2004 08:31 PM (4+Y36)
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Stevie
We are both too old and experienced to know that anything a stranger like me might say will be of any earth-shattering significance.
I'm just a guy who farts around online with a blog and I happened upon yours and stuck with it.
I do want you to know though that I intend to stick around no matter what. Your blog is so personal I feel like I know you... but again, we both have been through too much to ever believe that written words can convey a person.
I'm here... others are here.. we are listening. You are important to us.
If I can offer nothing else, know I am out here. Accepting and sharing your concern.
I am so sorry for your loss. Words are so fucking useless but its all I have to give you.
Posted by: Larry at February 12, 2004 10:58 PM (ekVAx)
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Jesus Stevie. Hope you find the kitty. I know what a heart ache it can be waiting for them to show up (and I sincerely hope he does). Bad things usually happen in 3's. I think you've filled the quota. Keep us posted.
Posted by: Kenna at February 13, 2004 12:17 AM (5PcdJ)
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Darn, my comment got losted.
Anyways, we're all hoping that your kitty makes it home safe and sound. He'll probably be wondering what all the fuss is about.
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Thank you all, you guys.
No sign of him yet.
I don't know what da hell is goin' on around here lately, but you all make it easier to handle.
Bless you.
Posted by: Stevie at February 13, 2004 03:36 AM (1Rvfx)
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I hope your little kitty buddy returns safely. Even as much as a terror as my kitten is, I do love the little shit to death.
Posted by: Dawn at February 13, 2004 08:06 PM (Q0xHi)
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I hope you found your cat. I truly hope he is fine. If not I am very sorry. My cat, Claudia, just died. I had her for 9 years and I let her out on Tuesday night the 23rd of March 2004 and she was fucking run over. My heart is completely broken. As sad as it may sound she was my sunshine. Claudia RIP.
"The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
If God hates cats, I have no God. den_varg
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kill yourself. it is the only way
Posted by: hehe at December 29, 2004 06:26 AM (+upzU)
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my heart aches for you, my cat almost died about a month ago, thank god he made it. i know what it is like when you dont know if your going to see your little friend again. but if he hasnt been gone for long. i suggest you get out and find him, ask the neighbors to keep an eye out for him. You CANNOT just sit here and wait for him. FIND HIM, NOW, get up and go out, do everything in your power to get him back, because the longer you wait, the farther away he will go, its a dangerous world out there for a cat. get out there and find him before its to late.
Posted by: greg at February 15, 2005 01:01 AM (UMkcy)
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Stevie,
I hope you got your cat back.
I noticed the fact at the top of the page about who God gives money to. Satan is in-charge of the earth, not God.
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Still here....
The biggest thing I did today was move my rat-boy.
He was in the livingroom. Now, he's on top of this computer desk. It was pretty intricate.
First of all, the livingroom is heated by a fireplace, which is charming and cool the first winter, winter and a half. Then, it gets old....fast.
Secondly, since I brought this computer desk thing in here, we now have the diningroom table back, which the guys seem to spend quite a bit of time sitting around. Mind you, the satellite TV service is in the livingroom and out here, I mostly run tapes of older movies or sitcoms which make the guys brains bleed, but...they're still out here. Must be the heat.
Anyhoot, the poor rat was in there with no heat and, pretty much, no company. So, I wanted him out here with me.
BUT...I do not need his shavings and crumbs and shit all over and in the computer, so...I hadda get creative.
I found a box both wider and longer than his cage. It was a little deep, but I solved that, too. First, I cut off all the flaps and laid them inside the bottom. Then, I used Christmas wrapping paper (plain, very dark blue) and covered the outside of the box. It had 'Tootsie-Pops' written all around it and it looked stupid, so now....it's pretty.
Then, to give him some viewing height, but not make him so high as to negate the box's whole purpose, I put a huge old dictionary in there and set the cage on top of that.
Nearly perfect. My idea and execution were good. It's just that now he's so high up, I have to stand on a chair to reach into the cage to get his food bowl.
Like I care.
So, yeah...you read that right. Me, the Christmas dreading, whole-thing-avoiding little shit that I am...I spend part of my day 'gift wrapping' a rat cage box. Hey...made sense to me. And, he seems to like it.
The only other thing I did was go back out into that old trailer and swipe three metal heater grates to replace the el-cheap-o, accidentally-step-on-'em-and-lose-a-pedal-extremity plastic ones. Stupid little pieces of shit. They don't stay closed fer shit, either.
Getting ready to run to the store. Hope ta hell I make those Peanut Butter cookies when I get back...lol. We'll see. (If not then, then tomorrow.....maybe.)
Gotta run.
I'll be back....
Peace
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Rats? Interesting. Friend of mine had rats. Took me a little while to get used to them. But they were kinda cute. The fact that she let them run around the house was a little creepy though.
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Posted by: دردشة عراقية at July 13, 2011 09:19 PM (6pzhx)
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What da hell....
Where does he find this shit?
This is cool.
Friday, February 06, 2004
Another Of Our Body's Little Quirks
While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.
Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand.
Your foot will change direction and there's nothing you can do about it!
# posted by Larry @ 5:06 PM
Fuckin' weird, but cool.
(a few minutes later.....)
WHY CAN'T I DO THIS?!?
(lmao)
By the way...I don't normally lift people's posts, but it being Blogspot, I didn't really have much choice...couldn't even get a 'permalink' (or what ever the hell it's called) by clicking on the time/date. I do, however, want to be perfectly clear that it was Larry who found this. His name at the bottom of his post is the link.
(I still can't do this shit...)
Thanks for the new obsession, Larry....
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Thanks for the link, Stevie.
Yeah, I get what I pay for on ol' blogspot... the AOL of blogging... ( I do like it, it's pretty flexible for a free site... but yeah, that permalink.... working on it...)
Posted by: Larry at February 11, 2004 01:34 AM (TOSCv)
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Huh. Funny how when you use your left hand it doesn't change the right foot's direction. But the same thing happens when you circle your left foot; left hand makes foot change, right hand doesn't. And it's just a mess when you try both feet and hands at the same time...not unlike watching your self have a seizure. I've got too much time on my hands tonight.
Posted by: Kenna at February 11, 2004 04:50 AM (AkUpj)
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Ha! I can do it. But then, I'm a mutant that way.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at February 12, 2004 07:38 PM (jRssG)
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February 10, 2004
Waylon nails it...
If there is any one song by a country artist that fits me to the nth degree it's this one:
I've Always Been Crazy
I've always been crazy and the trouble that it's put me through
I've been busted for things that I did, and I didn't do
I can't say I’m proud of all of the things that I’ve done
But I can say I’ve never intentionally hurt anyone
I've always been different with one foot over the line
Winding up somewhere one step ahead or behind
It ain't been so easy but I guess I shouldn't complain
I've always been crazy but it's kept me from going insane
Wonderful Cowboy are you sure that you understand
The chances your taking loving a free living chick?
Are you really sure you really want what you see?
Be careful of something that's just what you want it to be
I've always been crazy but it's kept me from going insane
Nobody knows if it's something to bless or to blame
So far I ain't found a rhyme or a reason to change
I've always been crazy but it's kept me from going insane
I don't know if I can come up with just one rock song that gets it so right on so many levels, but I'll think about it.
In the meantime, with a tiny three word change, this one is IT.
Thanks, Waylon.
R.I.P. , man and say 'Hi'
to Buddy for me, okay?
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He scored big....
I was out walking along the stream earlier. I stopped at one point and just leaned back against a tree and was listening to the Bee Gees while I was lookin' around.
I happened to look down just in time to see the cutest, coolest thing I've ever watched a wild animal do....
I see, floating by in the stream, a muskrat floating a full ear of corn in front of himself. I just stared. He took it down to this little 'island' (in the stream...cool...lmao) and carried it out of the water and to his house, I guess.
Pretty cool.
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Beats the shit out of watching squirrels fuck.
Posted by: Anton at February 10, 2004 07:48 PM (HyzMf)
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FUN! I remember a day-cruise my Father & I took in Alaska. We saw all manner of wildlife (far more than I saw during a week in the Galapagos Islands.) But the funniest specticle of all was the sea otters. They would swim on their back, quite casually, with their hands folded on their chest, just paddling away occasionally turning to look at the boat as it drifted by.
Still doesn't compare to yours though.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at February 10, 2004 08:30 PM (jRssG)
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Men....
Ya gotta love 'em.
If ya didn't, you'd either be driven insane or beat the hell outta one.
Sometimes they say most astounding things. The kinda things that make you turn and just look at 'em, with eyes slitted, mouth open and brain whirring....
Like this guy.
Or Eric.
We've been 'discussing' recently his....gift/talent/irritating habit of tuning me out, right? Yeah. And, by 'discussing', I mean
I've been discussing, he's obviously been zoned out....still.
I know this by the signs. He either has a completely blank look on his face when I'm done, doesn't hear a question, or he just jumps right into the middle of what I'm saying and says something totally off-topic.
With the 'blank-face effect', I know what to do. I just ask him a coupla questions to see if he heard any of it. Then, did he
comprehend any of it. (Believe it or not, that IS two different things...still. It does NOT end with the advent of adulthood. At least not for guys, anyway.)
As annoying as this can be, sometimes Eric adds a lil twist that changes everything...like yesterday.
I was saying some stupid shit...Hell, I can't even remember what it was because of what
he said...I think it was something about the Firebird....anyhow, he not only wasn't listening to me
and interrupted me with a completely off-the-wall statement...it was the statement itself that just floored me. I mean, it's a goooood thing I know him as well as I do...
He said (keep in mind, I'm talking CARS with a GUY)...and I quote:
"Hey....I just found a gross group that reminds me of you...."
I had so many looks of confusion and consternation cross my face in the space of those first thirty seconds....
(me)
"Do what?"
"You interrupted me (again) to say THAT?!"
"Are you high?"
While he's busy swallowing his face over there, let me explain...he loves those Yahoo groups. The more strange they are the better. So, he found this one that made him remember my spit-phobia and felt compelled to share that with me at that precise moment. Why, I still don't know....*shaking head and laughing*
He stuttered for about 17 minutes straight, turned shades of red I've never seen in nature and backpeddled like a mo-fackey tryin' to 'fix' this one....it was fuckin' funny, man...(rotflmao again)
"I...you...They...But, but, but....See, it....shit, man...What I meant...You...But....sigh....."
He is sooo good at bein' too cute to be pissed at....
Men.
Ya just gotta love 'em.
(Right?)
(lmao)
Peace.
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It's a clever self-defence mechanism, see. Like babies. They can be cute to make up for the fact that when they're "behaving normally" you really want to just run them through with a spit, start a fire and get the BBQ sauce.
With men it's pretty much the same thing.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at February 10, 2004 10:53 AM (jRssG)
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