Naw, I ain't dead....

Jes' been fuckin' off, basically.
Making half-hearted attempts to become gainfully employed while still arranging the house-n-shit.

Spent an increasingly distressing week or so, winding myself up over shit... liiiike not having a job and getting behind in certain areas, not having the house done, not having found a horse yet, yadda, yadda.

Woke up, I think it was Wednesday morning, on the floor again. *rolls eyes*
As I was trudging upstairs to offload, it occured to me that I wished, BADLY, that I was within driving distance of the plant where Dad works.

Had I been, I'd have driven there, met him at the gate and got a hug... or four.
Needed one (and still do) like a mo'faker.

Then, I called him at work instead and... he was there, yay me, picking the right time....
Spent about 2 or 3 hours on the phone with him and felt muchos bedders after.

Then, Thursday, Eric's boss decided to start showing me how to do the calves "just in case".
Then, Friday morning, "just in case" happened and I found myself being the calf chick once again, albeit temporarily... for now. *grin*

Gawd Almighty, I didn't realize how much I miss those little shits. Calves are just so damned cute and sweet and eminantly love-on-able....
Ya gotta love a cow that not only can't really hurt ya, but that you can throw if he/she does somehow.... (kidding, of course...)(usually...)

Now, I am soooo on the fence as to what my first choice for a job would be.
Waitress/calf chick, calf chick/waitress.... which?
There are pros and cons to both sides and I can't decide.
Thank God I don't have to yet.

Also, Eric and I got were taken to a dinner banquet by the Boss.
The Pennsy young farmers group... or something like that.
Absolutely the nicest people, I swear....
I've never seen anything like it, or if I have, it's been so long ago I've forgotten.

And, about an hour ago, I finally got around to hanging the damned pictures around here.
Looks much more like "home" to me now that I can, with a mere tilt of my (air)head, look at Benicio, Belushi, Ozzy and Jesus.
Not to mention my two most favorite flags... the confederate and the POW/MIA banners.
Beautiful.

Now, I have one more load of wash to dry and about 30 lbs of meat to repackage and get into the freezer.
Oh yeah... there are a coupla dishes that need to be dumped and washed waiting in the fridge for me, too.
*siiigh*
Naturally.

Well, anyway... the house is now 99.999% done.
It looks good.

Oh yeah... almost forgot....
Eric made me do something the other night that I swore I'd never do.
It was almost literally sickening.
My stomach gave me holy old hell before I did it.
I didn't wanna do it, but... he made me.

He made me... he INSISTED that I... *gulp*... cut his HAIR!!!!! OHGAWDTHEHUMANITY!!!!!!!!!!!

Dude is stylin', lem'me tell ya's.
Amazingly enough, it actually looks pretty damned good.
Da Boss said it looked like he didn't even get a haircut, it was so smooth.
Now, that may sound odd, to be happy he said that, but, that's what I was shooting for.
I mean, hell, it was obvious he'd had a haircut.
There was a good 8" missing, ya know?
BUT... it didn't have that shorn, white-walled, "just got cut" look to it.

I layered it.

I also saved the ponytail.
(I saw "Starman", I know what can be done with hair....)

Anyway...
Gonna go play with/wrap some meat.
By myself.
Damn it.

Might make a cake too.
Spice/cream cheese.
I've also got this half an idea about making the component parts of tacos.
Make all the shit now, for tomorrow.
Or later, depending on what time I finally shut the fuck up and post this.

Now, is that everything pretty much?
I think so.
Jesus, I've been boring, lately.

Ah well... "boring" is better than most definitions of "exciting" that spring to mind. 'Course, to me "exciting" and "problematic" are synonamous, for the most part.
My life was "exciting" enough for long enough when I had enough energy on tap to deal with it.
These days, I'll take all the "boring" I can get and then some, thanks.

(Now, was that "up" or "old"?)

I'm outta here.

Peace, y'all

Posted by: Stevie at 11:56 PM

Comments

1 Darlin' I have found (at my advanced age) that boring can be downright GREAT.

And now, because of the power of suggestion, I'm going to make that spice cake I have in my pantry. ;o)

xoxo

Posted by: Margi at November 10, 2005 11:45 AM (nwEQH)






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