A few random things...
Kind of a "good news/bad news" type of deal...
Those miners in WV did leave notes. Or, some of them did. They said they were all "just going to sleep..." They indicated that they weren't suffering and one, at least, said "Tell all I'll see them on the other side."That makes me feel better and worse at the same time... So, that's both good news and bad news at the same time. Pure good news is that the one Jack Russell from the horse farm who acted like he wanted to eat my face til Christmas Day is here right now, in my house.
Seems his "Mom and Dad" won't be home for a few more weeks and he makes me feel so bad when I put him in his house before I leave... so the Mrs. and I decided to see how he'd like to come home with me instead.
Well... he loves it.
Little booger wants to play fetch 24/7, though.
Hard enough to do that enough (in his opinion) while I'm trying to fork shit.
He lays there with the ball about an inch from his nose, right outside of whichever stall I'm working on, knowing that I'll throw it two or three times enroute to the spreader and after I dump the shit AND on the way back into the barn, let alone trying to keep him satisfied while I'm cooking dinner... *smile*
It is nice having him here. Bad news: I guess I do have one more thing to say about "that" (from a previous post)...
Seems like I maybe do have an issue or two with what I take to be ANYONE trying to "seperate" me and Eric.
Our Nextel cell phones have been off for about a week or so. We just didn't have the money to keep 'em on.
HOWEVER, I just talked to Nextel/Sprint today and made arrangements to get 'em back on.
Then, after work, Eric comes in and says Larry wants to move him to his service.
For the first time in I don't know how long, maybe EVER, I came right out with "What about ME?"
I felt so.... abandoned again. No.
Don't do it... I started to cry, like instantly. I mean, here I am, working my ass off to get this shit right, I was right in the middle of cooking a big dinner (ham, baked beans, au gratin potatoes, mac and cheese, peas...), I got Eric his stupid Oreo cookies and I'm just trying so hard to be "good enough", then here comes ANYBODY trying to seperate us. No.
Not gonna stand by while that utter HORSESHIT happens to me again. Fuck that. **Now, somewhere deep inside of me, I do know better than this. Larry's not that kind of man. He wouldn't do something just to hurt me, buuuut... No. Not now. I just can't handle it. I mean, it's not like it'd be free. The bill would get paid outta Eric's check anyway, so why bother, ya know? All I can see is a wedge being placed between me and Eric and NO. Sorry, but NO. The only tiny bit of "good news" from this is that I've now lost my appetite. I am at war within myself. I know Larry meant well and I also wanna die at the thought. I've been "seperated" from quite enough already. Fuck, now here go my eyes again... filling, but not spilling yet. Damaged beyond all hope, ain't I?** I gotta go. Peace people.
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