Yay!...ow...This is so cool...ow!
Can ya tell this is a good news/bad news kinda thing? lol
First the great news...the dog pen is finished! All the wonderful (dumbass), sweet (messy), adorable (ass-aches in fur) dogs are outside together playing. They sound like retarded dinosaurs...lmao.
(youch!)
It's huge. It's grassy. They love it.
(ow, damn it.)
Just having it has changed the complexion of the whole house, and not just because they're outside. We're using a door now that we've not used before, there are steps out that door now, too. A light is next, unless I think of some cool way to 'permanant-ize' that trouble-light...hmmm.
(Yo! Cat! Ow, ya know?)
In the meantime, I kinda have to re-arrange some shit in the kitchen now and I've got a whole new great big spill of light, too.
This year, for the first time, too, we've actually opened up all the windows. There's breezes flowing through here constantly, now. I love this. Before, we just left 'em 'stormed' and ran the a/c, if needed. It was a rather 'sealed up' way to live, but, it must not have been too 'sealed' seeing all the dust that's still in here...lol.
Anyhow, I kinda feel like I've got a new, albeit trashed right now, kitchen.
Bret, Erica's baby is sitting in my chair. I have a whole 5 inch strip along the front of the seat all to myself (snort), yet this little shit just haaaas to keep clawing my ass. She also finds my hair irresistable and has been hanging in it, clawing my back, too. Siiighhh...(and laughing at this shit, too.) Pulling my hair, too, but...as long as she pulls it by the handful and not one hair at a time, we're fine. Lord, do I hate that. Pulling out one hair hurts. Pulling ON one hair hurts. If ya hafta pull it, first of all, ya best have a good reason (like being a kitten playing in it), then you need to make sure ya pull a ponytail's worth at once, not single hairs, thankyouverymuch.
So, I mention it here, so I can have at least an idea of what it's doin', besides making me wish I was a GUY!!!!!
sigh Also, there are a lot of rock-n-roller types whose deaths totally break my heart, right? (Yesssss.....) People like John Denver, Stevie Ray, Jim Croce, Harry Chapin, John Lennon....it's almost endless. But...without a doubt, the saddest of all these stories is the one about Buddy, Ritchie and JP. I have a 2 hr. 'Behind the Music' from VH-1 on tape and I swear, even though these three aren't my all time favorite artists and I've seen this show about 100 times, so far, it NEVER fails to make my eyes fill with tears several times throughout. Seeing them laying there, in that frozen, dead cornfield...hearing from their families and friends...JP's son's story is the best. Him hopping onto Waylon's bus unannounced and asking about his Daddy...him finding out for himself that JP loved him before he was even born...whew.
I feel bad for Ritchie's Donna, too, but Lord do I harbor feelings of ill will toward her asshole father. Man. I hated him in the movie La Bamba, too. What a mean bastard....
I also have Buddy's movie. Jesus, Gary Busey was excellent in that movie. That is one of the reasons why, no matter how nuts Gary gets, I'll always like him. Anyone who gets that into their craft, gives so much of themselves to be so scarily accurate...they deserve to be allowed to be a bit 'unique' without people lookin' at 'em sideways. 'Course, Gary didn't do himself any favors wrecking his bike and not wearing a helmet, but...he's still great. Long live Mr. Busey... Reminds me of one of the funniest things I've ever read in my life. I saw it in NatLamp right after Gary had that wreck. They have 'Letters to the Editor", which are fake, that are funny as hell. The best one they ever did was supposed to be from Gary. "Dear Sirs,
I'm writing to voice my personal opinion about these proposed 'helmet laws' that are to be applied to motorcycle riders. They want to make it mandatory for those of us who ride motorcycles to wear helmets or be fined. Well...I think that's bullshit. Helmets do nothing more than make it harder to hear, they're usually ugly and they mess up your hair.
These proposed laws are stupid and so are the people pushing them.
I hope they all rot.
Sincerely,
Gary Busey, currently-a-patient-at-(some hopsital in Ca.)-who-is-in -recovery
from-a-helmetless-cycle-accident-and-attempting-to-feed-himself-by
sticking-a-forkful-of-peas-in-his-left-ear. I almost pissed myself with those peas....What a visual.
But, I love ya, Gary. I'd do that "Hangin' with Busey" show in a heartbeat. Oh hell...I almost forgot. Kitten #15 is here. He showed up day before yesterday. He's this fuzzy little orange guy who has been living in the barn for a few months. I've seen him before, but he's not been too sociable. However, Eric said he came in house on his own the other day. Eric brought him to me (in the bathroom, of course...lmao) and he gave him some water and dry cat food. I was watching him with that food. He'd take a piece, not really be able to crunch it and drop it on the floor. He did that with a few pieces, then kinda gave up. I wasn't havin' that, so I got him some canned cat food.
Wellll....heh. He liked that, let me tell ya.
He's gone back outside and come back all on his own several times so far and yesterday he let me brush him. He's getting lots more comfortable with being held, he looooves being petted and Lord, has he got a loud motor when he gets it going.
His name is Leo.
(I know, I know...just hush...lol) Okay...I've got shit to do, so I guess I'd better at least pretend to try to start. I've got that tape rewound to the beginning, so that means I have about 6 hours worth of stuff to have playing in the background..."The Doors", "Max Dugan Returns", the VH-1 show and a "Where Are They Now" thing that has the ever-gorgeous Tony DeFranco in it. What a hottie he is...always has been, too.
I need to buzz through the shit in here and get out there and get Storm out, at least to graze.
There's also some crap in the yard-hunks of wood and a coupla sections of huge tree trunk that Bill had tossed there FOR FIREWOOD last fall-and some other random crap. Bill kills me with that. HE dumps this gargantuan wood in the yard, drives tractors across the lawn when it's soft and does shit like bounce tractor buckets off the front of the house, then whines because the yard doesn't look good when he has these farkin' stupid 'kid-tours', as if the kids ever notice that shit. Bill bitches about what the dogs do (poop, the 'arc' worn into the grass at the end of the tie-out chain, the 'fan' shape in the rest of the grass that is inherant with long tie-out chains) and doesn't seem to even notice that what he does is way worse.
Hell, the other day, he asked me why April still barks at him. I told him "I dunno. Why does Rootbeer (his dumb dog) still bark at our car every single time we go in or out the driveway?" He just stuttered for a minute, then left. lmao.
Dipshit. Yes, yes...house...clean...dishes...do...laundry...not doin' itself...gotta go start this if I'm ever gonna get done. I'll be back.
Someday.... Peace.
Comments
Stop with the cat talk..I have a housefull...you're right..we do have some stuff in common...WEIRD..haha..and Gary Busey does rock, his performance of Buddy Holly was as good as Kurt Russells' ELVIS..thanks for blogrolling me btw, I have definitely returned you in kind. Really like your place.
Posted by: sandy at April 21, 2004 06:58 PM (ge9c9)
Posted by: Stevie at April 21, 2004 07:07 PM (XtuCA)
BTW, the scene where the Actress proves that she understands the Scientist's theory of Relativity is cinematic gold.
Posted by: Tuning Spork at April 21, 2004 08:58 PM (FRs9X)
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