I'm in Heaven...

Which is cool, except my definition of it seems a bit skewed.
(Yes, I stuck the whole post in the EP. This was the best place to "extend it" from. Just open the EP, you'll see what I mean... *giggle*)

I went to bed at, what?... 7:00pm? 7:30pm? Somewhere in there. I was awakened briefly by George around 9/9:30, via radio, for him to tell me he actually did remember to mail the insurance shit (yay) and to tell me something about seeing my Uncle Jim (whom is my Dad's brother, not "my" anything, most times... the "religious nut" of the family... ugh.) at a tractor pull. I didn't need to hear that, much, but... no biggie. He doesn't realize (and neither does anyone else, including me) how much Jersey bugs me these days. I am literally torn right down the middle between hating the state so much I can't stand it, and missing it and a coupla the people and secret places so damned bad it breaks my heart. No need to dwell on it. What was, was. To quote the Monkees, and thus make myself giggle insteada cry... "That was then, this is now." New Jersey hurt and nearly ruined me more than it ever helped me, but.... ya know? Fuckin' sucks.... sigh. Anyway, he didn't forget the insurance and he also said (again) he'll definitely be here Sunday. (But OF COURSE he will be. He's bringing KIDS here... can't not do THAT, now can we...? lol... Dick.)

So, anyhoo, I go back to sleep, insurance taken care of. I just got up again, about 2/2:30am. Came out here and found $30 on my (still) clean floor. Can't beat that with a stick. The coffepot was even full. Of course, the coffee itself was kinda cool, cause I made it before I went to bed and forgot to put it in the Harley air pot/coffee saver and the coffee maker itself shut off and let the coffee cool a great deal, but, hey... it's still here. Just gotsta nuke it a few seconds is all, til the coffee maker gets it warm again. That'll work.

The only things left to do cleaning-wise is George's room, which I feel I oughta clean because "my" (China's) kittens are the ones who shit it up (literally), finishing the wash (one load to dry, one to wash and dry) and wash my hair. Everything else, including the inside of the frig, the dead oats in the carport... just EVERYTHING, is done. I even made a batch of brownies in a heart-shaped pan (no, not "special" ones, altho I wouldn't put that past me someday). AFTER I made "Eleanor Coyle" tunafish for lunch. (That's a reference to the way Joey Coyle's s-i-l is said to make tuna fish in "Money for Nothing". Lotsa celery. Crunchy, veeeery crunchy. Watch the movie... you'll see.)

I still have one day left of "Eric to myself" (aka "sanity"). The "Wipe" finally got here, so maybe we can actually get out on the horses today. Wipe is that (horse) fly repellant that it's nearly criminal to take them outta the barn without. Without it, the greenheads and horse flies converge in numbers great enough to carry the horse away with them, with it they keep off. We've been out of it for a day or two, because the guy who brings it here is a dope "forgets" it 7 times in row (it's an old man, so I let him live. Just let an old WOMAN try that, though... heh.), but it's here now and the house is good to go, so, since I'll be getting the hair washed later today, maybe later than THAT today we can actually get ON the horses together. (For a change...)

Also, when I woke up and came out into my still clean house, I started the tape I had stuck in the VCR from earlier and it's BUGS BUNNY CARTOONS!!!! How cool is that?

Then, I check my email and I HAVE TWO responses for the MadLibs!!!!! Holy shit!

So, except for the fact that Earthlink just this minute decides to "hang up" my modem, thus making me hafta crawl under the desk, disconnect the phone wire, wait a few, plug it back it and reconnect, everything is cool right this second. Wow.

Actually, the Earthlink bullshit is cool too. It just confirms to me that it IS real, I AM awake and it IS me... lol. Know what I mean?

One sec... gotta kill myself gettin' under there...

Okay, I'm back. Back online, too. Pfft. Earthlink has these four notes it plays when you connect. I sing "Go fuck yer-self" at it every time they sound, usually because it was Earthlink, not me, who shut me down. Snot noses.

So, here I sit with Bugs Bunny playing, $30 bucks right over there (next to my coffee cup), a clean house, an excellent guy who's sleeping right now, yet will probably end his day as "a sexpot on a horse" and it's almost hard to believe it's me talking, here... lol.

Well... I need another cuppa coffee and I've got two MadLibs to whomp together, so... guess I'mina go do that.

God, I love this time of "day". It fits me so much better than "daylight" hours.

Thank you Lord, for every single thing I just mentioned and the rest, too.

Peace.

Posted by: Stevie at 03:31 AM

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