Oh fuck. I must be "old"....
Not just because my knee is aching, either. More because I'm finally convinced that kids are insane.
I just went to the store to get butter (to make cookies) and there's a large group of them hangin' in front of another of the stores there, a game store. I'm looking at 'em, wondering when that store started selling concert tickets and who's coming that's excellent enough to stand out here tonight, the first official "freezing" night of the year, and I shrug it off and go get my butter. I asked the cashier what was up down the strip and she said those nutjobs are all freezeing their cajones off because of some stupid computer game that's coming out. At midnight, I guess.
Now, just what the hell kinda computer game is worth that shit? Any one of those ninnies coulda pre-paid for a game to be held for them til the store was usually open, like... during the day... when it's not about 28 degrees out.Kids are nuts. I am old. Fuck. Aaanyway... I haven't been typing much because I've been doing other shit. For instance, the house is finally all clean at the same time, including dishes and the laundry. I fixed the interior roof of my car around the T-tops, which were leaking because GEORGE hadda take 'em out after I told him NOT TO. Pinhead... I also spent about 5 hours on my favorite tractor, Mr Douglas (he's an Oliver. "Oliver Doulgas"? Green tractor? Green Acres? Oh, nevermind...) with trashbags, driving the hayride routes picking up trash. Trash that the artsy-fartsy rich people who go on these hayrides throw every-fuckin'-where. Yeah, artsy-fartsy rich people. The kind of people who'd use horse "facilities". Biggest buncha slobs you'd never want at your farm, I swear. Rob and I were out on the horses the other morning and it looked like hell out there. Beer cans, soda bottles, articles of clothing (scarves, gloves and the like), just SHIT everywhere. So, I got Mr Douglas and we drove all the routes, everywhere I go on the horse that we've drug the public, and wound up with three bags full of crap.
That may not sound like much, but keep in mind that 90% of this shit was squashed flat, so the bags held a LOT. Those bitches were heavy when I got done. Nobody asked me to do it, I just did it. It wasn't completely altruistic, though. I did love the 5 hours driving my favorite tractor. *grin* (I coulda done without the 7,249 trips up and down the side of him, though. My knee is givin' me all kindsa hell right about now and I ain't done yet....) I'm still gonna take a whack at the carport. We finally got the dead Bird, the dead engine and all the shit from the two outta there the other day and Eric and I just got the engine stand and floor jacks and shit outta there and back in the shop where they belong and I drug all the shit from the "mall" in, too (an old 50's or 60's TV cabinet, a stereo that works that Eric is currently fiddling with, a bookstand and a 60's end table), soooo all that's left out there is a buncha shit to be re-arranged into "neat" heaps, leaves to sweep out and miscellaneous shit to be put away. Oh and approximately 9,700 sockets, bits and other assorted handtool pieces to pick up.
(Men.) Let's see.... what else? Nothing is coming to mind. Not that that usually stops me, but.... Aw, hell. I've got a carport to clean, cookies to bake, a bookstand by my left elbow just waiting for me to whack said elbow on it before I put it where it's going and I also have a Monkees tape rewinding. (It's rewinding because I didn't bother doing it last time I watched it, like I'm about to again...) Yeah, I wanna get all this shit done, so I'll have nothing left to do but the highlighting kit and nail tips. (Amazing how much you can get done when you're putting off other shit til ya get "this" shit done....) Plus, I'm now starving. Think I'm gonna go grab a hunka ham. Or maybe some chili. Swedish meatballs, maybe? I dunno. Okay.... that's reeeeeally gonna help me decide. Christ! A KITTEN just took a shit, the smell of which would make a LION proud. Whew... *eyes watering* Uuhhh... think I'm gonna go do the carport first.
Thanks cat. Great diet, by the way. Peace
*wondering when kitten ate the rotten corpse*
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