Buncha things...
First of all... I kinda need to try to keep this brief, because it's about 50 degrees outside and I wanna go re-do the calf grain buckets. The monkey-brain who usually grains them is CLUELESS about how you're supposed to feed 'em. Not that he hasn't been told (and told and TOLD) and shown several times by everybody, including me, but he's a Mess'ican and "spicks no Engliass", except to say "No" and "Where's my check?".
The turd.
Consequently, each and every damned baby out there has a full bucket of wet, bird-shit-in, disgusting grain, including the newborns, 'cause they know what grain even is and they all love it when it's stinkin', sloppy and gross, right?
*siiiiigh*
T'was a good day. I made two phone calls, both of which were to do with my phones, one to Sprint and one to Nextel.
The one to Sprint resulted in a payment plan that starts next month and runs til June. Best part is that I don't hafta pay shit til February.
I like that.
Now, I originally called them because I had the same options going on both phones, which was DUMB. I dropped everything offa the landline, except voicemail and caller ID. That way, since the landline is constantly in use for this stupid computer, we can still get messages and see who it is, if it does ever (get to) ring. Then, I called Nextel.
I wanted to be sure what my plan covers and what it doesn't. While I was talking to them, I asked about how it is that people get free phones when they start a contract and mentioned that I didn't when I started my contract, in fact we still have the i550s.
After they quit giggling about the fact that we have Fred Flintstone Phones, they told me about the current special offer, which is the i265 for $25. It normally costs $175.
I'll be picking up two of them Saturday.
I'd be fuckin' retarded not to, ya know? I thought it was kinda cool that one division of Sprint freed up my money til February so that I could then spend some of it at another division of Sprint. (Nextel and Sprint are in the process of merging....) Serendipitous, no? Then, in less than 24 hours (one last night and one this morning), two friends of mine got hold of me about hooking me up with.... with... that stuff that GOD put on this Earth for us to keep us from blowing up the planet. Lem'me put it this way... God made life.
God made pot.
God made pot because He knew life was gonna blow chunks 90% of the time. See?
*big toothy grin* Now, I not only mentioned that because it's good news, but also because it brings me nicely into today. Got home from work and had a buncha cool emails from actual people, as opposed to spamshit.
These I wanna address here, for brevity's sake (and because of the calf grain buckets-n-shit...) So, here we go... Michael... Yes, yes I did. What IS it gonna take for you to DO it, Dude? And, I took the signoff to kinda mean to stfu and find something constructive to do. My bad... *smile* Now, back to staring fixedly at my cell phone, whilst waiting (and waiting and waiting) for it to ring... right? (*siiigh*) And, for some goofy-assed reason, I have "Ballroom Blitz" playing in my head now, except, in my version, it's being sung as "Media Blitz"... (Sometimes my brain scares me... *giggle*) Mary... Please, feel free, invited even, to comment as often as ya want. That's what the option is there for. I love feedback, especially when I'm being a dip and ain't sure if I'm being one or not or when it has to do with Darrel or a few other repeat subjects.
I welcome anything you have to say.
And, the idea that he is even aware of my existence is wiggin' me out. Puts a whole new spin on watching TFW. I know of him and now... he knows of me? Holy shit, ya know? *grin*
I like that, too.
(By the way, I'm gonna email you back directly, just so I know for sure you see this. And, I have one question that is driving me bugshit... Did Leroy ever get offa Darrel's ass and ADMIT he's a damned good farmer, "maybe" (read: "definitely") even better than Leroy himself? I hope to God he did... but I also doubt it. Him, I don't like... much. Mean old man...) Spork... Thank you for saying that because I truly felt I hadn't done 'em justice. I really did only scratch the surface with what I said. Later that night, instead of writing more about it, or emailing Brian like I said I was gonna, I ended up talking to my cousin Jim, who also spent significant amounts of time in their house and , God!, was that ever cool to do. I reminded him of some stuff and he reminded me of more.
What I wish, more than just about anything else (except, maybe, for ever being able to meet Darrel Buschkoetter in person *blush and a grin*), is for me and Jim, Beth and all of them to see each other again.
(Quick... somebody call Maury Povich, or whomever does those kinda shows these days... *giggle*) I do intend to get more of it written down and to tell them myself how much they all meant to me and did for me... just as soon as I have time to take a breath.
(Keeping in mind, of course, that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and I'm already on the Teflon Turnpike...) And, Cat... Thank you for including me in your emailings. It's getting so if I don't have a bunch from you, I immediately wonder if everything is okay and if you're okay and then... boom, boom, boom, there ya are again and I remember to breathe again. That you include me in your list is too cool for words. Now... is that everything?
Hmmm...
Think so.
For now, anyway... Off to fix the calf buckets, then.
I'll be back later.
Meantime... Peace, y'all....
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