I know y'all know this and all, but...
It occured to me this morning, as I was forkin' hoss shit...
The other day I did that post about Jeff McDonald. I ended it with that lil "warning" about pissin' me off about it. I didn't mean you guys... you who read my drivel when it's current.I was talking to the worm-brained dickheads who're too stupid to pay attention to the date of the post and leave idiotic comments months after the fact. Nobody sees their shit except me and... I don't like it.
I view them as gutless wonders. And severely retarded to boot. That's who I meant by "Don't bore me and I won't hurt you". Notch'all. (Not y'all... for those who don't spell "Suthin'"...) Anyhoo...
I have a little tip for ya's.
IF ya try to kill yerself on a calf-shit covered board and hafta clean a buncha stalls about 12 hours later, it's a good idea... nay...a GREAT idea to take about 3 or 4 Ibuprofen for breakfast before ya start forkin'. I didn't feel a THING this morning.
Ever'thaaang went much better than I expected.
Nary a limp, ache or pain anywhere.
*grin* I've even got our horse's shit done.
All they need is to be brought in later.
Stalls are clean, they've been watered, hayed and oated... oats-ed? Whatever.
They's done. I was gonna come home, turn on this kickASS radio station (98.5, I forget the call-letters, but they play some gooood shit) and power through the houseshit, BUT....
Eric is off today and when I got home this morning, he had eggs, bacon, fried potatos and toast waitin' for me.
Now all I wanna do is go find a warm place, circle around three times, lay down, curl up in a ball and go to sleep. 'Course, this may also have something to do with the fact that I fell asleep on the livingroom floor again last night. I was watching The Sound of Music ("blubbering through" is more like it) and I also wanted to be sure I'd get up in time and just about the time they fled Austria, I fled "Awakeness". Til some dipshit woke me up fuckin' rappin' on Showtime at the Apollo. Half asleep, I snatched up the remote and looked for a got-damned TEST PATTERN, or something, so I could have PEACE. Gawd almighty DAMN, I hate rap...
Then too, if I'm asleep, that sryupy, stringy, shitty theme song from Highway to Heaven will also wake me up in a remote grabbin' hurry.
*shaking head*
Lord, give me strength, ya know? Swear ta Gawd, I'd rather hear a bull bellowing with his balls caught in a vise than rap. Or Highway to frickin' Heaven, fer piss sake.
*shudder* Fingernails scrapin' on a blackboard is an improvement over that noise.... On that melodic note, I think I'm outta here.
I also "think" I'mina go find that warm spot.
(I say "think" because there is a distinct possiblity I may fall asleep on the stairs as I head for the bed. Falling UP stairs is a family trait, I do believe. Me and Dad do that ever' time. Never fall DOWN stairs... oh no. Can't have that. WE hafta fall up 'em... go figger...) Peace, y'all...
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Ibuprofen is my friend. I'm now up to a full gram at a time. Liquigels. And I still hurt like ... I'm at a loss for an analogy.
Lemme see - obesity, check. osteoarthritis, check. hip displaysia, check. bad back from having to sleep sitting up, check.
What a fargin' mess.
Lemme see - obesity, check. osteoarthritis, check. hip displaysia, check. bad back from having to sleep sitting up, check.
What a fargin' mess.
Posted by: BlogDog at December 18, 2005 11:03 PM (i/lKL)
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