How is it the longer he knows me, the less he knows me?
The dipstick has known me 9 years.
We've been together for five.
Not only does he STILL not know my soash (SS#), he is also laboring under the misinformation that I like to paint.
Or... I'll be "laboring" under it.
Well.
Guess who got volunteered to do it? *waves* Man, I hate painting.
Never was my favorite thing to do, but after the shit I went through on behalf of painting about 10 years ago, I now hate it. Just plain HATE it. I was painting the ceiling of a closet.
It was a pain in the ass and seemed kinda stupid to be doing in the first place. (My personal opinion was that if some dipshit renter wanted to bitch because the ceiling of the friggin' closet wasn't painted, they could damned well do it themselves...) Little did I know that somewhere in the history of the house, some dillhole had WALLPAPERED the stupid closet ceiling.
(Don't ask me. I just work here.) So, here I am, painting over my head, dodging drips and hating it to begin with.
THEN, a huge piece of the 200 year old wallpaper lets go and lands, painted side down of course, right on top of my head. Good Gawd Almighty, was I pissed.
I mean, this wasn't just paint in my hair.
This was PAINT IN MY FUCKING HAIR!!!!!!
Great gobs of it.
On my whole head.
I looked like Carrie White, if they'd have dumped White-out on 'er insteada blood. Ever since then, I hate painting. Unless I'm stoned. Stoned, I can even "get into" cleaning catboxes. So, here I am, supposed to start this dumbass painting job today and my "buddy" won't be by til tomorrow.
*siiiigh* 'Course, there's another little job I got recommended for that I'm much better suited for that I need to go see about... training (NOT "BREAKING") a coupla horses for some lady up the road. See, I don't "break" horses.
I train them.
Totally different philosophy.
I'm more "horse whisperer" than "hotdoggin' cowboy". I detest, and reserve the right to call "fuckin' stupid", people who let a horse go til he's a two year old, then feel the need to bully and beat the bloody hell outta them, trying to get control. If you start working with them while they're still babies, it's a lot better for them, better for the trainer, better all around.
Start the groundwork; being handled, haltered, lead on a rope, get 'em used to being worked on a lunge line, having their feet picked up, jogging next to you, stopping when you stop, standing square.... there's a lot you can do with a baby that'll make everything to follow a hell of a lot easier. You RIDE a horse before he's AT LEAST two years old and, again... you're a moron. That, and beatin' 'em up, is the best way to totally ruin a horse.
Riding them too young fucks up their legs and beating them up to "teach" them fucks up their minds. The old "cowboy" way of breaking horses is harsh, stupid, mean and unfair to the horse.
Throwing a saddle on a horse and bucking him out may be faster, but... your horse doesn't learn respect.
He learns fear.
And, that's not good.
They call it "breaking" them, because the old way was meant to "break" their spirit, take away any independant thought processes and make the horse malleable piece of meat that could be ridden. That's not a horse you end up with that way.
It's a brainless, spineless piece of meat you can ride and that's all it is.
It's a creature who does what you want because it's scared of being hurt further.
And, that's bullshit.
Especially when there are other, BETTER, ways to get them where ya want 'em.
Liiiiike... working WITH them, training them and developing a mutual respect with them.
You can get a helluvalot farther by cooperating with them than ya can by beating them into submission.
And, the best way to start is to start when they're babies. You do right by 'em the whole time, during the whole process, and it'll be loads easier when it comes time to teach them to carry a rider. My way may be slower, but you end up with a much better partner when he's grown. (God. See how much more I know about horses than friggin' painting?) Anyway....
In other news....
My stupid birthday is coming again.
I'm gonna be the age my mother was when she died.
(Gut knot up much?) Since this may be my last birthday, I feel no compunction whatsoever listing what I want for once.
I already got one of the things... I finally got The Sound of Music on DVD last night.
The picture is sooooo much better.
Which is good, because I bawl through the whole damned thing and between that and the shitty quality of my VHS version, I couldn't see shit half the time. The other two things I want are a.) a shop vac-WalMart-$30. If I'm only gonna be alive one more year, I don't wanna spend it vacuuming up after these cats o'mine with my "regular" vacuum cleaner anymore. The time I'd save ALONE would give me another coupla months to have fun instead of picking up random clumps of hair-n-shit and having to "feed" it to the vacuum I have now.
*rolls eyes*
and b.) the original Broadway cast soundtrack CD of Jesus Christ Superstar. I used to be able to sing every song on the first three sides (of the double-album set) and I miss it. (I never did get into the fourth side because the sound of Jesus being beaten makes my hair crawl... *shudder*)
This can be obtained for a mere $30 bucks at my local Sam Goody record store.
Takes two weeks to get here. Now, all I need is for someone (looks in Eric's direction) to go order it.
And, swing by Wally-world on the way back.
(Well, it IS just across the street...) On that note.... I'm outta here.
I'm starving my ass off and I have to go.... anywhere to do anything so I don't hafta freekin' paint.
I hate painting. Peace y'all...
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I only whisper when my voice is raspy. I'm a hoarse whisperer. Ar! Ar! Ar!
Seriously, I'm working on a screenplay that's a combination of "Old Yeller" and "Black Beauty." It's called "The Horse Yeller."
Ar! Ar! Ar! It wasn't serious at all!
Seriously, I'm working on a screenplay that's a combination of "Old Yeller" and "Black Beauty." It's called "The Horse Yeller."
Ar! Ar! Ar! It wasn't serious at all!
Posted by: BlogDog at April 11, 2006 03:54 PM (Aglb6)
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*laughin' w/@ da BlogDog*
I just, last saturday, turned 3 years older than my dad was when he passed. That's fairly strange,to me, but not near as it was when I turned the age he was when he croaked. I've been lookin' over muh shoulder ever since.
BTW, I'm a trainer as well...and I whisper. Makes me wonder what folks have in their minds, when they abuse an animal and then wonder why it doesn't come out right?? A long time ago, I might have forgiven em' cuz' of time constraints, and lack of education on the subject. Now days, it's just pure D laziness, best I can figure. Rich fuckers want a horse they can win on, to their own glorification, NOW..RIGHT NOW, DAYUMIT!!!! Doesn't seem to be a matter of truely loving and caring, or educating themselves, for the animal that is bringin' em' that glorification. *sigh*
oh yeah..that is me that's been rummagin' around in your archives the last few days...i'll not mess things up. *smiles*
Thanks for being here!
imp
I just, last saturday, turned 3 years older than my dad was when he passed. That's fairly strange,to me, but not near as it was when I turned the age he was when he croaked. I've been lookin' over muh shoulder ever since.
BTW, I'm a trainer as well...and I whisper. Makes me wonder what folks have in their minds, when they abuse an animal and then wonder why it doesn't come out right?? A long time ago, I might have forgiven em' cuz' of time constraints, and lack of education on the subject. Now days, it's just pure D laziness, best I can figure. Rich fuckers want a horse they can win on, to their own glorification, NOW..RIGHT NOW, DAYUMIT!!!! Doesn't seem to be a matter of truely loving and caring, or educating themselves, for the animal that is bringin' em' that glorification. *sigh*
oh yeah..that is me that's been rummagin' around in your archives the last few days...i'll not mess things up. *smiles*
Thanks for being here!
imp
Posted by: imp at April 11, 2006 04:55 PM (JSyfC)
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HA! I KNEW you were an aries!
Happy Birthday!
And don't be too hard on Eric. I've been with the hub 15 long motherfucking years and I STILL don't know his ss#.
Well, maybe the last 4 digits and even then it is sketchy.......
Happy Birthday!
And don't be too hard on Eric. I've been with the hub 15 long motherfucking years and I STILL don't know his ss#.
Well, maybe the last 4 digits and even then it is sketchy.......
Posted by: Maeve at April 11, 2006 11:25 PM (b/7xM)
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Sounds like you need to break your boyfriend and forget about the horses for a while.
Posted by: Catfish at April 12, 2006 10:56 AM (V2ubr)
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Well, I'm actually a Taurus. The b-day isn't til the 30th.
HOWEVER, I do appreciate you thinking I'm an Aries and here's why...
Dad's b-day is the 14th (same as Loretta Lynn's is) and my idiotic mother's was on May 30th (same as the person Dad's married to now).
So, what we have here is a Taurus stuck between an Aries that she likes a lot and a (foul, foul, filth, foul, foul) Gemini, which she didn't, doesn't and probably never will like, no matter how long da bitch is dead because of what she did to me while she was alive and all that she cost me then and since.
So, seeing as ta how I'm right between the two, PLUS a product of the two, the fact that you see the Aries in me is grrrrreat.
I have, since I was a child (longer ago than last week even), always wanted to be like Dad. I usedta want to be called "Junior" and more than once I've said if growing a beard would associate me even more with Dad, I'd do it.
Then, he had a son and I hadda give up that whole idea...
And, he's got this current May 30th Gemini who likes me ABOUT as much as my mother did, so....
*siiigh*
Anyway, I'm glad you see Aries and not frickin' got-damned Gemini in me.
Anybody know a lonely guy in his mid-sixties who wants to adopt a father-robbed almost 43 year old female?
(I wasn't anywhere near ready to lose my Dad when I did and I still ain't ready... Sometimes that fucks me up so bad I can't see straight... like now. Feh.)
(And, no... he's not dead. Just "unavailable" to me and has been since the current Gemini showed up.)
(Yep. Not having a great day here. I'm exhausted, hopeless, I give up on ever having another really good horse, my house needs to be cleaned yet again, my conection-buddy hasn't been here yet and I miss my Dad. Still. Just like every other fuckin' day of the last 20+ years... Ya know... sometimes I really believe that it'd be a GOOD thing if I did die at the same age as the first bitchy Gemini did...)
(Which was three days before my 26th b-day, thanks MOM.)
Yeah man... now that I think about it, that's another thing I want for my b-day... my Dad back ALL TO MYSELF for 20+ years.
It's only fair, after all...
God damn it.
*siiiigh*
Yep. This is one of those days when I not only hate being me, I also hate having to be alive.
Aaaaanyway... I'mina shaddap now...
HOWEVER, I do appreciate you thinking I'm an Aries and here's why...
Dad's b-day is the 14th (same as Loretta Lynn's is) and my idiotic mother's was on May 30th (same as the person Dad's married to now).
So, what we have here is a Taurus stuck between an Aries that she likes a lot and a (foul, foul, filth, foul, foul) Gemini, which she didn't, doesn't and probably never will like, no matter how long da bitch is dead because of what she did to me while she was alive and all that she cost me then and since.
So, seeing as ta how I'm right between the two, PLUS a product of the two, the fact that you see the Aries in me is grrrrreat.
I have, since I was a child (longer ago than last week even), always wanted to be like Dad. I usedta want to be called "Junior" and more than once I've said if growing a beard would associate me even more with Dad, I'd do it.
Then, he had a son and I hadda give up that whole idea...
And, he's got this current May 30th Gemini who likes me ABOUT as much as my mother did, so....
*siiigh*
Anyway, I'm glad you see Aries and not frickin' got-damned Gemini in me.
Anybody know a lonely guy in his mid-sixties who wants to adopt a father-robbed almost 43 year old female?
(I wasn't anywhere near ready to lose my Dad when I did and I still ain't ready... Sometimes that fucks me up so bad I can't see straight... like now. Feh.)
(And, no... he's not dead. Just "unavailable" to me and has been since the current Gemini showed up.)
(Yep. Not having a great day here. I'm exhausted, hopeless, I give up on ever having another really good horse, my house needs to be cleaned yet again, my conection-buddy hasn't been here yet and I miss my Dad. Still. Just like every other fuckin' day of the last 20+ years... Ya know... sometimes I really believe that it'd be a GOOD thing if I did die at the same age as the first bitchy Gemini did...)
(Which was three days before my 26th b-day, thanks MOM.)
Yeah man... now that I think about it, that's another thing I want for my b-day... my Dad back ALL TO MYSELF for 20+ years.
It's only fair, after all...
God damn it.
*siiiigh*
Yep. This is one of those days when I not only hate being me, I also hate having to be alive.
Aaaaanyway... I'mina shaddap now...
Posted by: Stevie at April 12, 2006 11:09 AM (IQrNV)
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I was gonna say since your B-day is coming up that you must me a Taurus.
Pre-Happy Birthday lady!! Remember: you're only as old as you feel...take it from someone that feels old these days.
And as for painting...paint only half the surface.....make stripes using a roller and make the person that volunteered you for this fill in the gaps.....[/evil]
Muaaahahahahaaahhhahaahaaa!!!
Pre-Happy Birthday lady!! Remember: you're only as old as you feel...take it from someone that feels old these days.
And as for painting...paint only half the surface.....make stripes using a roller and make the person that volunteered you for this fill in the gaps.....[/evil]
Muaaahahahahaaahhhahaahaaa!!!
Posted by: Mad Mikey at April 12, 2006 12:28 PM (+Y4H4)
Posted by: Mad Mikey at April 12, 2006 12:29 PM (+Y4H4)
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DO'H!
*Note to self, don't write comments while drunk*
For some reason, I keep thinking that it is still March and not April. I can understand how you feel about Geminis. The ONLY one I've ever gotten along with was my grandma. The rest have been two faced, back stabbing bitches. From what I hear, Gemini men are good in the sack.
*Note to self, don't write comments while drunk*
For some reason, I keep thinking that it is still March and not April. I can understand how you feel about Geminis. The ONLY one I've ever gotten along with was my grandma. The rest have been two faced, back stabbing bitches. From what I hear, Gemini men are good in the sack.
Posted by: Maeve at April 12, 2006 02:26 PM (b/7xM)
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My Palmist tells me that Astrology is a load of hooey.
Posted by: BlogDog at April 12, 2006 06:17 PM (EzG36)
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Would that be Rosie Palm?
Posted by: Maeve at April 12, 2006 10:46 PM (b/7xM)
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