Good morning (she croaks)....
Okay, so what's the thing with taking vitamins at night?
I know there's some reason it's "recommended".
Is it because they tend to not add to your energy level and can, in fact, bag you like a shot bird and make you collapse in a snoring heap and it's better to do that at night than in the morning?
I think that might be it because I took one last night, then did just that.
On the floor.
In the livingroom.
With a blanket the size of a potholder and Tyler for warmth.
Remember about 90 friggin' years ago, when I mentioned maybe having found a good "plant guy"?
Then I said he kinda sucked a few times after that?
Then I quit mentioning it altogether because it made me want to kick his ass and I pretty much just gave up on the whole thing? Well... The little peckerhead finally came through. Eric went out to work and came back in a few minutes later and tucked a rolled up, crinkly-sounding thing into the crook of my arm.
Kinda like a cross between Tommy Chong and Santa Claus in coveralls...
It was the smell that got my eyes open.
And, I ain't talkin' about cowshit. I will say, for as long as got-danged took, it is a hefty, pretty thing to behold.
And, the smell... Good hay, like a brougham grass/timothy mixture has that same smell, only not as intense.
(And, no it's never occured to me til now to try it sometime... *grin* It's a thought, but that's all it is...) Anyway... it's finally here.
Not sure how to feel about it.
I am kinda impressed with IT (not s'much the plant guy, though, he took so long...).
And, I no longer wish genital warts on the plant guy, but... I'm also not all Miss Forgiving, Oh Let's Do This Again...
It's more like there's so much and it smells so damned good, let's just make it last a few months, til I can get back to Bucks and a guy I know I can trust for the next time. So, see?
An old
I've had it for longer than 30 seconds, it's sitting mere inches from me and I have yet to try it.
Used to be, I'd be "testing" it the instant I got it.
And, I will soon, be sure of that, but my "casualness" about it is kinda cool at this point. Now, about Bo... I never did call Larry back yesterday.
I was beat-tired and went to sleep for a while, like I said I was gonna.
When I got up, I just kinda hung around here for a while, then went and had a sit-down with Mr Boss about a coupla things.
Mostly I wanted him to know that, as far as I'm concerned, he has first lein on my time as far as working.
Which is all well and good, but it makes it kinda hard to know when I'd even be available to work anywhere else, not that I have any place else to go.... I have called a coupla places, horse farms, that were advertising for help, but I keep ending up a day late (and more than a dollar short at this point).
BUT... I do have an EXCELLENT lead on one job in about a week, when the materials come in.
I'll be... get ready for this... working with George, doing... roofing. Yes, roofing.
Can ya fuckin' imagine?
I can... only too easily. It's not like I can't do this kinda shit.
I have been doing this kinda stuff as an extra pair of hands with him forever, so... here I go again, to quote Whitesnake.
Hey, it's money... ya know?
It's also pretty "handy", no pun intended, when it comes to winning cash and prizes on Jeopardy, as I once ran an entire catergory of plumbing questions and got 'em all right.
Now, if only I'd actually been on the stupid show...
Anyway... ya want me, I'll be on the roof. Now, back to Mr Boss... he's fine with whatever I do. When I said "first lein on my time", he smiled at it, then said for me to not think that way. Then, I said I just wanted him to be assured that I wasn't going anywhere, even if I do wind up working someplace else full time til he's ready for me to come back there full time.
I told him, "Frankly, whenever you're ready, I'll quit whatever else I'm doing in a heartbeat and be back here instantly, I like being here so much, not to mention the whole "Bo thing", ya know?"
He was nodding the whole time.
He really is a good guy.
For the most part, he's not worried about me running off with the horse or leaving him hanging. He doesn't even seem overly worried about how soon he gets paid back for now.
Still, I feel better knowing he knows where my head is about alla this.
When I got home from talking to him last night, I came into the livingroom and told Eric and George about it, then finished up with, "Wow. Seems like the best friend I've made here in Gettysburg so far is a 74 year old guy..." and grinned. Now... about Larry again for a second...
I've found that when something "borderline irrational" is bothering me, like feeling guilty over something like "letting down" a frickin' cat because it died or being scared something bad could happen, if I say it, it stops bothering me.
A good example of this is this: A coupla years ago, we had a dumb dog named Daisy.
No matter WHAT we did, she just would NOT stay in the damned dog pen.
The other three did, but not her.
The last time she got out was the last time we saw her.
We looked for her, but... she was gone.
Now, everytime I see one of those fuckin' commercials for Daisy Sour Cream... "a dollop of Dai-sy...", it makes me feel like SHIT because of this brainless dog.
Or, it DID, til I told George and Eric about it.
I damned near cried while I told them, but now, other than being irritating because of the stupid song, they don't bother me anymore. This also works on fear. Like the insidious fear I have now about Larry... (the guy I got Bo from, not Eric's boss...) See, Eric told me yesterday that we're gonna have to move the horses on Friday to a smaller pasture for about a week or so.
(Has to do with temporarily having to move a cow herd so they can work on a big-assed pipe in one of the barns...)
Anyway, at first this kinda irritated me because I want to get Bo fattened/padded up some and where he is now is IDEAL for that.
Then, it occurs to me that it might not be so bad after all, to have him someplace that Larry didn't see the other night and wouldn't be able to get to him SHOULD HE SHOW UP TO STEAL HIM BACK because of alla this "check shit". See? This is what all of Larry's whining (and Mr Bosses way of thinking about him) has led to.
I now suspect that this guy isn't above horse rustling...
And, I don't mind at all moving Bo to a "not as lush" pasture for while, even though it's kinda counter-productive to my means. I hoping that by articulating this, it'll leave me alone now, before I move the horse into the goddamned HOUSE with us. Now... I was asked about pictures...
I don't and never have had a digital camera, unfortunately.
Nor, I think, could my computer handle the process even if I did.
Not to mention I don't have a scanner... Anyway... I did spend my sleepless night Tuesday night perusing pictures to find a horse who looks like him and downloaded a few. So, here they are...
Black, with a pretty nice mane and tail for an App and the white, though not as "blanket-y", on his ass with the spots.
He's a little more blended into his back and down his legs, but these give you a pretty good idea of what he looks like. He's a nice-lookin' lil sumbitch, if I say so myself.
He ain't no SuperHorse, but no other horse is a SuperHorse, so I can't really go by that, but he is, or has the potential to be, a really handsome horse.
Gonna be trained to the nth degree, too...
By ME, of course. Mr Boss is of the opinion that not only should Larry STFU already, but also that he needs to consider hmself lucky he got what he did for Bo in the first place. Maybe so, maybe so (a la Andrew Squigman)...
BUT, when I'm "done" with him, he's gonna be worth TWICE what we got him for. Okay...
I'm gonna wrap this up here in a minute (mostly so I can drive down the fuckin' road and make sure Bo's still out in that pasture... *grin*) but, before I go, I have a conundrum for ya's... Say you smoke.
(Not cigarettes...)
That gives you the munchies.
But, if you eat, it trashes the high, pretty much.
But but, if ya smoke before you've eaten anything yet (*weg*), you can say shit like "suck on a cat turd" (which I did earlier) and it starts to actually sound viable, you're so hungry.
So... which is better?
Eat first then get munchy again or smoke then tilt the fridge into your open mouth?
I can't decide... (And, the reason I said "suck a cat turd" earlier was because I told Eric I' d have an easier time doing that than what HE does which is to sometimes, when he's running low, "recycle" his Copenhagen. Meaning, he dips it, "uses" it for a bit, then... *I am sooo gonna gag, here*... puts it back in the can and... *starts to feel faint and a little too warm*... he... *gah*... he re-dips- re-USES- it. That is the most vile, disgusting thing I can think to do to my mouth, hence the "I'd rather suck a cat turd" remark. Just in case you were wonderin'... *grin*) Okay... I've gotta race like a piss horse now, the duck wants out and the refridgerator is callin' my name so...
I'm outta here. Peace
Jeezus.
I just went and peed longer than most men do, I think...
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The blanket appys were always my favorite.
Posted by: Maeve at May 25, 2006 04:11 PM (b/7xM)
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