February 03, 2004

Ladies and Gentlemen...

I give you...

Anderson Wood Harris

Now, THIS is what I was tryin' so hard to show you guys. Is this man not gorgeous? Look at those eyes! As intense as they are in this picture, it's nuthin' compared to being looked into by them in person. And, for all you can see in them on here, they were even more full of life, love, pain, saddness and joy than I can even begin to explain.
Once again...if it weren't for Paul...I do not know what I'd have done. Taken one hell of a lot more aspirin, for one thing, I'm sure.
Rich said he's gonna dig around in the attic and find some of Andy's rodeo pictures to send. When he does, I'll post 'em.
It's kinda strange. I remember one night "Googling" Andy to see if there was anything on the Net about him and there wasn't. So, I got a little testy and decided to change that.
Then, a few months later, another person, Andy's son, decides to "Google" his Dad to see if he can find anything. And...he did.
Now...if we can just hack a great big ol picture of Andy onto the Cowtown Rodeo site....

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February 02, 2004

I'm back....

I still have the headache, but Paul left a message after I stomped off and made me giggle.
Plus, I'm gonna just make dinner and watch 'Billy Jack' while I do. I'm hoping the 'controlled' and 'pacifist' crap is what rubs off here....
We just did my favorite speech of the whole movie...Billy Jack said it to Bernard and Moose in the ice cream shop and I said my version to this computer....
I didn't throw this asshole through a window yet, though.

And, for some reason, I am compelled to offer a 'somewhat' negative and mildy 'spirited' opinion about a coupla movies right quick.
Ready?

I went into the livingroom very early this morning to tend the fire and saw, on the TV, this...this abomination masquerading as a movie called "The Goodbye Girl". Now, I didn't say anything when they completely fucked up "Bedazzled", originally and brilliantly done by Dudley Moore and Peter Cook, by re-doing it with a skanky fuckin' WOMAN in the lead role. It royally pissed me off, though. Now, some bunch of morons have decided to re-do "The Goodbye Girl" with the ugliest leads I've ever seen. I looked in horror at the TV just long enough to ascertain that this was indeed TGG and fled the room. Jesus.
NOW...I hear they're gonna ruin the Walking Tall movies. Now this shit is going entirely too far.
First of all...a WRESTLER?!?!? What da fuck are you people on? Yes, yes, I know Buford was a wrestler himself, but I garauntee he'd have nothing to do with the bullshit it's turned into since then. Besides, if he was sooo into wrestling, why'd he quit that to be Sheriff? Not to even mention the fact this asshole is a WRESTLER, not an actor. Biiiig difference. (And, if yer gonna try to tell me that wrestlers ARE actors and sell me that whole load of shit...to that I say, if those igits are actors, I'm Shania Fuckin' Twain, okay?) Then, to add insult to injury, they're not even keeping it about Buford. And, his dopey daughter (and I love this woman so it pains me to put it that way, but it's TRUE) is supporting this shit. Been on the movie set, even.
Well. I just wanna run right on back down to Tennessee, go to her restaurant again and lob a hush-puppy at her head. Or maybe a piece of that heavenly fried catfish...(although I'd probably EAT that...I'm pissed, not stupid.)
Anyway...NONONONONONO!!!!!
To all of these friggin' train wrecks.

People...stick to the originals with each and every one of these 'projects'. They're much better done, with real actors and actresses and with intelligence, skill and all things good and right.
These pale imitations are just....evil and wrong.

Thank God I'm gonna die sooner than later. I'd hate like hell to live long enough to see the re-make of "The Sound of Music" starring the Jackson Family. Or "The Godfather" re-done to become "The Godmother" or some shit.
Uggghhh....*shudder*

What is this world COMING to, anyway?

Posted by: Stevie at 08:46 PM | Comments (37) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I'm beyond pissed, here...

This low-life piece of shit computer won't let me post a picture....
It just fuckin' figures it has to pull this shit now, because it's a picture of ANDY I want to post.
I am not amused. Matter of fact, I am the complete and utter opposite of amused.
I am becoming enraged...headache, numb chest and all.

Soooo...until such time as this fucking thing gets it's head out of it's ASSHOLE, it's better if I step away before I shove this fucking piece of shit out a window.

Everywhere it performs just fine. Except the post page. Except for uploading Andy.
CHRIST!!! I hate it when I'm pissed enough to be in tears....like right now.
I gotta go.
I'll be back.
Maybe.

Posted by: Stevie at 07:03 PM | Comments (36) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Okay, before I pass out...the farting horse/poopy pocket thing...

This is c&p-ed right outta Bill's comments...

My best 'poop' story also involves farting...and a horse.
I was standing behind my first Appaloosa, Diablo. I was wearing a jacket that had pockets, but they were straight across, not slanted in the opening.
I forget what I was doing back there, but I was a good five feet away from him, when he lifted his tail, let out an audible fart and shot a quarter-sized piece of horseshit right into my pocket....
I just stood there, holding the pocket open and, by turns, staring gape-jawed at him, then the turd, then him, then the turd.
I left it in there long enough to go in the house and show my Dad.
That's my horse, for ya....lmao...

Hell, that's my LUCK, for ya....
Sigh.

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February 01, 2004

God has a sense of humor....

And, boy, is it bent.
Before I get into the reasons why I'm so sure of this, I want to be clear about one thing....
Last night I talked by IM to a dear friends son, as you (who pay attention) already know...lol. (If ya haven't been (paying attention) lately...ya missed it!) Andy's son found me. Andy...my Andy. The "Gentleman Cowboy" I get so...'passionate' about...'passionate' being the pc word for vitriolic and emotionally charged, that is. Yeah...that one. Well, I got to spend a coupla hours talking to him. It was great and I hope we don't lose contact completely ever again.
However....after that, I was talking to 'Some-say-rain' and she damn near killed me with that three-legged cat shit....lmao, again. So, I had to post that part of the dialogue just to show ya's why I keep YM, in spite of the dipshits who find me....meaning that dopey dude from last week. And, I did. And, I said why. But, it woke me straight up when it hit me hours later...."Oh Gawd! I hope Richard dosen't see that and think that I meant him somehow...Hell, I know he's not Italian..." Rich said he hasn't read too much of this blog yet...when he found his Dad's name, he emailed me and kinda left it at that. (He said he almost didn't...wasn't sure...finally decided to go on and do it...Yep. Those were Andy's fingerprints on his back. That 'didn't let it go' part? That's an Andy trait, through and through...lol Thank GOD for that tenacity.)
Anyhow...
Rich...the 'stupid Italian guy' was this fucknut who IM-ed me outta the blue last week and was just totally stupid. If you read back a few days, you'll see it. I just want to make sure YOU know I didn't mean you.
Oh, and by the way, the Firebird guy has now dropped into fourth....
Hearing from Rich is the best thing IM-ing has ever brought, which wouldn't have been possible without Paul and the proficiency I've gained from him so he's second, Rains cat story is third (yes, I'm still giggling at that shit) and the car guy is fourth...
And, yeah, God's sense of humor is still bent, but that's gonna be my next post, actually. If, in the meantime, you'd like even more proof than what I'll be offering, go here. There's allll the proof you'll ever need...lmao. We've progressed over there from farting to pooping stories, which I added to (of course) with a little anecdote about farting, a horse and pooping in a pocket. It's in the comments. Go read. I'll be back with more about God's warped sense of humor in a bit...
Peace.

Posted by: Stevie at 02:37 PM | Comments (37) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Death by laughing while IM-ing...

WARNING: Don't be drinking coffee or anything when ya read this one....

some_say_rain: just read your post...you actually had a guy buy you a car and not take it back? damn. and he only stuck around for 4 weeks.
srv200163: Yep...the goof.
srv200163: Big ol Teddy Bear of a guy.
srv200163: Sweet, but strange.
srv200163: I still have the car....getting ready to drop engine NUMBER THREE into it...sigh.
srv200163: Things hell on engines.
some_say_rain: best thing i ever got was a 3 legged cat out of dating someone.
srv200163: rotflmao...do what?
srv200163: A three-legged cat?
srv200163: Jesus....Thank God I didn't have a mouthful of coffee with that one...
srv200163: Oh fuck, man...still lmao
some_say_rain: yup. he had a cat (3 legged, got bit by a dog on the farm) before i started dating him. i loved that thing. so i gave him the "it's not you, it's me" talk and asked if i could have the cat. he was weird. i have a certain way that i like the toilet paper to to go (over the top) and used to change it everytime when i used his bathroom. he was an under-the-roll kind with tp, used to get mad everytime. so he bought me my own toilet paper holder for when i was at his house. talk about anal-retentive...
srv200163: rotflmao again...sooo...so ya want me to change yer screen name when I post this part just to prove that YM is cool in spite of stupid Italian guys?....lmao...

I'm still getting the giggles over that.
See? The women I know from blogging are cool.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:55 AM | Comments (37) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Wow...

Just got done talking to Andy's son. He is an amazing young man. He's 24 now. Last time I saw him, I think he was 14. Married, living on the East Coast...very level-headed and good hearted, just like his Dad. Those two have hearts bigger'n saddle blankets, they do.
To finally be able to talk to somebody who knows....whew. I haven't felt this 'light' in years. He took such a load offa me...I was finally able to say to someone who cared that I'm sorry to this day that I didn't walk into the bar that night.
And....I found out that Grant does care. And, I told Rich what Andy wanted me to tell Grant-simply that he forgave Grant, before he died, for the way it had been growing up and when it was bad between them-and he said he'll tell him that. Hell, it may even help Grant to finally be told that. I don't give a damn who he hears it from, as long as he hears it. That was one of my biggest burden/blame/self-beating-up things....that I wasn't able to do what Andy asked me to do.
It'll be done, now.

I have NEVER taken so many deep, cleansing kinda breaths before in my life.

I think I may just go on to bed. I feel like I'll be able to sleep better than I have for a loooong time.

Thank you, Andy. You have a really great kid, there. Ya did good.

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January 31, 2004

This is too cool....

This is officially the coolest thing ever to happen to me, involving the Internet.
The coolest thing used to be this fireman guy I met on here. He's the only person I ever met in person from online. We went out for about a month. He was cool, but still attached to his wife. (I suppose it might help to mention that he was SEPERATED at the time...lol) The third week, he bought me the Firebird. The car I had, a dorky little VW, wouldn't go into reverse and was dying and he bought me the 'Bird. The fourth week, he dumped me.
See? Sometimes, guys are weird, too.
Anyway, that's now in second place....
The coolest thing ever is Andy's son finding me and the fact that we now have an open IM box. He had to go to the store right quick, so I decided to run here and let ya's know what's going on.
Thank God I've talked about Andy so much here...that way it won't sound quite so crazy when I say I can feel Andy here with me. I can even hear his laugh. He LOVES this....

And, his son got the saddle! I am sooo relieved about that. Andy gave me a saddle he won and after he died, I was made to give it back. Grant said it was going to go to his son and it did. That's excellent.
I'm also finding out that Grant maybe isn't the hard-hearted prick he acts like. Rich says he does miss Andy and does have the capacity to feel bad about it all. Amazing. The way he wouldn't listen all those years ago had me convinced.
So, I stand....partially corrected. I'm open to the idea that Grant might just be real, after all. But, I reserve the right to still care more about Andy. He'll always come first for me between those two.

Alrighty then...he's back...Gotta go...
Peace.

Posted by: Stevie at 11:20 PM | Comments (37) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I'm alive!!!!

I think.
The house...is done.
Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, animals-including clean cages for both the bird and the rat-everything.
I was actually sitting in the chair in the livingroom, having a coupla fresh baked Tollhouse cookies at around 12:30pm. I went to sleep, got up at around 6:30p or so, made dinner-porkchops, baked beans, corn, greenbeans, cheese potatos and rolls-and am FINALLY doing what I've been dying to do for weeks...be sitting here, pooterin', with a nice, hot cuppa coffee and a clean house around me. No guilt. Yay! (Not that that stops me...it's just annoying...lol.)

I was checking my email while dinner cooked and I got a cool surprise...someone who knows Andy Harris wrote to me. They 'googled' him and found me. I wrote back to see who he is and let him know (kinda) who I is and we'll see what happens next. Man, I miss Andy, but ain't he cool to still be affecting my life after so long? That's powerful. That's Andy.
(I love ya, Buddy!!!) (Oh, hey...Rich...I forgot to mention in my email...I was the one who read "Gentleman Cowboy" at his funeral, if you were there...)

Anyway...I still hafta get to the 'major dusting' shit, but that's normal. And, living on a farm also makes it mostly a lost cause...but that's a whole other issue.

Wow...that guy who knows Andy wrote back. It just came through...I'll be back.
Peace.

Update: The 'guy' who knows Andy is...HIS SON!!!!!!! I'm freakin', here!!!
And, thanking God, yet again, for Paul for his putting my email addy on here.

God Love Ya, Paul...I know I do!!! (And, Eric...you know how I mean that so quit lookin' at me...lol)

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January 30, 2004

I'm doin' it...

Out of 19 things on the list, only 8 left....
And, I've done some shit I hadn't listed. The kitchen is (almost) totally done. I cleaned out the cabinets, straightened out the pan cabinets, swept and mopped the floor, cleaned out the frig and the top of it, too, did all the dishes, fed everyone...the only thing I have left to do out there is get the shit out from behind the stove with the vacuum. This oughta be fun. I can't just move the stove, because it's gas and the pipe isn't flexible.
Let's see...the bedroom, the only things left to do are put the clean clothes away and vacuum. Here in the dining room, I still need to do a major dusting. Let's put it this way...my weapons of choice for this lil job are a fluffly duster thing, a feather dusted and a vacuum with a brush attachment.
The bathroom, all that's left is to wipe down surfaces.
I even mopped the 'mudroom' floor. Oh yeah, I need to hang up all of Eric's clean uniforms, too.
Then....the living room and that contemptable tree. Besides that, I need to vacuum, clean Stuart Big's cage, probably dust some and put a few (thousand) tapes away.
Then, the catboxes.

I really could have all of this (with the possible exception of the major dusting in here) done by daylight.
The list and concentrating on the results is working really well.
Thank God.
And Mad Bill for the list idea.

Okay...back to it now.
Peace.

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Know what's really fun?

Ten cats, ten little piles of catnip and a vinyl floor.
Then...the sudden introduction of numerous balls with bells in 'em.
And awaaaay we go...

Posted by: Stevie at 07:35 AM | Comments (36) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Just to let ya's know...

If you ever get a chance, watch "Hard Promises". It's a pretty damn good movie.
Then again...so is Sibling Rivalry.
And, Max Dugan Returns.

Posted by: Stevie at 06:41 AM | Comments (35) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Okay, about that last question...

What prompted me to ask that was being muted on the DirectConnect.
See, yesterday Eric was in a pickup with Da Bosses son and I was yakking to him while they were driving home.
I was behaving. I wasn't being foul, or anything, but I did mention, during a part about the old fart Pops who 'stands around staring at air and gets paid for it, as opposed to actually working', something along the lines of "Yeah...and I'm the one who needed to be micro-managed...right." I said right out that I want to go to this other dairy farm near here and see about a job because I miss milking and cows and farming, blah blah blah...Cool little conversation for Bob to have heard.
Well...he didn't.
Thirty minutes into this, Eric says "Well, I'm gonna go because we're almost home and my ear hurts."
Me: "How can using DirectConnect hurt yer ear? I wasn't screaming..."
Eric: "Oh, well, I have it on mute and I'm using it like a phone..."
Me: "Sooo, Bob ain't heard word one, huh? Wunnerful...you dope. What? You think I've gotta big mouth or something, here?"
Eric: Much giggling and choking: "You got it!"
Me: "Siiiigh..."

Now, I mean, damn man. I have that much sense, for crying out loud. If I want to say something....not nice...I always ask him if he's alone first. I learned that from Wally. I always wanted to know, with him, who else was hearing me. If he was alone, it was much easier to be forthcoming about shit. Besides, if I want the 'farm psycho' to hear me call him a stupid, useless, calf murderin' fuckhead, I'll tell him myself.
I learned to be careful when I say shit (which for some odd reason makes me think of hunters knowing where the shots gonna go if they miss...lol) and I guess Eric learned to 'put her on mute' from Wal.
Cute.
Anyhow...it's mostly guys, and now one old(er) man in particular who is being 'protected' from my mouth...even though it's readily admitted that what I'm (bitching? being vociferous?) about is usually correct and so am I. This guy is the latest one I asked the immortal "Who is the asshole..." question of. It was, in fact, him...of course.
(And, I was right. The parlor design is stupid, dangerous and very, very bad for the cows and humans....)

Anyway...I just want to know what's so bad about a big mouth, especially when the word 'big' is some boneheads substitute for 'honest'. I don't stand on top of silos shrieking...I just tell the truth. Bluntly.
Ya know...I've been told there is such a thing as 'loving too much'. Is there? And, is there any such thing as 'too honest'?
These are two of the biggest things my entire life/personality/being are made up of. Loving the living shit outta one person forever and not pulling punches, or pussyfootin' around. (Who has the time for that shit?)
I think being told how 'wrong' and 'bad' these things are is what gave me to depression, pink-slip included. I'm certain it didn't help.
Anyway...other thoughts, other perspectives are welcomed (wanted). I love the truth, straight out. Ya don't hafta be mean about it...I'm not (usually) and this isn't a cussing contest or anything...lol...but being P.C. is a huge pain in the ass, a waste of precious time and stupid. So...tell me...what do you guys think?

Update: Here's a doctor's opinion...lol. (Thanks, Buzz!)

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An ode to Bill*....

(*Whom needs to, maybe, change his name or something because it's really confusing around here for me to be saying "Oooh, I wanna punch Bill sooo bad. No, not that Bill...this Bill" and shit, ya know?)
Aaaanyway...
Here it is..I originally wrote this is his comments. But, since I wrote it and I like it, I decided to share it with y'all....

Farts

Farts, farts, they're good for yer blog.
Better than Reynolds' puppy-nog.
The more ya fart, the more ya post,
While turning yer chair cushion into toast.

Now, I ask you...Is that not poetic genius? It's even in the cadence of that 'Beans, beans' thing.

Forty-three (at last count) comments on one post...about farting.
Now, this is the Bill I knew from day one. It's nice to see him back in form.

Hey, Windrider...Do you do 'professional' interventions? If you do, I think I know somebody else.....

I'm outta here.
Peace.
(43 comments about farting...unbelieveable...*muttering and shaking head in amazement*)

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January 29, 2004

In a totally unrelated note...

Eric is such a sweet, wonderful guy.
Sometimes I look at him in awe and wonder.

Other times, I just look at him and wonder.

(I swear, this post has nothing at all to do with the next one...heh.)

Posted by: Stevie at 07:01 PM | Comments (37) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Another one of my 'questions'...

Now I need y'all to compare and contrast the concept of a big mouth vs. a fear of the truth.
In other words...which is it?
Do I really have a big mouth or do some people just have a hard time handling the truth?
(And, be advised that tact is not my strong suit. Nine times outta ten, when I'm saying "Who is the asshole who did this stupid shit?", I'm asking the asshole who did it, unbeknowst to me until I see 'that look' creep across their face...lol.)

Again...just wondering. Heh.
(lmao...)

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Screw Bean-o, man...

"Mister Twisted" is at it again.
This guy gets more material outta having gas than me, my Dad, my Grandpop and his dog, Cocoa-Puff put together. And, Dear GAWD are there stories there!
(Not the least of which is that my Dad, a lab tech at DuPont, was going to write and make a 'scratch-n-sniff-what-the-resulting-farts-will-smell-like' cookbook. I still think he shoulda.)
Dad...you need to read Bill. He is so friggin' bent-headed, I swear he's a relative...lmao. (Just click the link up there.)

Posted by: Stevie at 03:54 PM | Comments (37) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Funniest comment ever...

I just got this comment yesterday to the post about the Italian Gelding who was so incredibly clueless in that IM....

Hey! Wasamatta for you? You no a wanna see my pee-pee? Itsa very nicea pee-pee, I come and a show you and we maka nice-a-nice. I maka the love to you and then we hava the bambino, mucho, mucho bambinos and then we eat.

You come, I show you the pee-pee, you fogetabout this other boy, then you make the pasta. OK?

Antonio testified on January 28, 2004 02:35 PM

This guy is funny as all hell...you should see what he says about dropcloths, extra thick mineral oil, nudity, wine, weed, D-cells and ice. Whoo-wee, man.
And...
He never did finish the thought...lmao.
And and...he's the first one I get to use my new 'blockquote' knowledge on...(Thank you, Paul...again)

Posted by: Stevie at 12:47 PM | Comments (34) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Finally...

'Fudged in the Head' PLEASE VOTE!!!


What Type of Lunatic are You?
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This test wouldn't complete...wouldn't finish itself the other day. This time, I only hadda do it twice before it finally gave me the result...
(And, how true it is...)

Update @ approx. 9:12am...
By the way...if yer wondering whether or not these last two posts are somehow related...
I'd lean toward....
OH HELL YEAH.
But...
Fear not, Wal.
This guy here on this farm makes you look like a fuckin' whiz-kid.

Posted by: Stevie at 09:02 AM | Comments (34) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Ooh, ooh...!!!

The genius who did the new design for me, who I've linked about 40 times since December 17th, thereby directing you guys each time to read said last post, has posted!!!
Twice even.
Go.
Read.
Say "Hi" if ya want. He really is a great guy.

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