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rushed
You may or may not have been warned.
silly
celebratoryOh, and she accidentally bought a tractor. Fortunately we girls got to watch - ooookay, now I feel mean about calling him her man-friend. This nickname thing... Anyway, he got to drive it out to the Ponderosa with us in the pickup leading him. But first he had to climb in the back window, because the door was jammed somehow. He got it parked by the barn, and then Viva and I were just hanging out in her pickup, waiting for him to get his butt out of the machine. Finally he starts opening the window and yelling that it won't stop running.
Oy. So good to be one of the girls. He finally got the thing secured, and I got more Viva time back at the house. And we had lunch at Leal's, which now seems to be the restaurant for company.
So now I'm burning one while I finish cleaning the lag out of the internet from this week. Busy busy busy busy busy. I've got 4 tabs now, and plinks off the #bearcave, and I'm getting stuff from the game bin updated so I can move them along. All kinds of crap happened this week.
Hell, these flavored ones aren't the only paper I got this week.
mischieviousI hope that little bitch gets sold to a roper and ridden like a $10 whore on Mardi Gras. Teach that fucker to escape from hamburger high school. She'll look back on her days here fondly and wish she'd behaved, I'll betcha.
I know, that's totally mean. She started it.
d'oh
And honestly, I really don't have anything else to say about it.
suaveI was dead ass asleep when the plumber showed up to fix the damage the cows did. The hubby left a blank check for me to fill in - the plumber obliged and did the paperwork for me and left the bill on the dishwasher.
Having grown up in SoCal I still find it a bit weird living with the door unlocked. I suppose we should start locking the doors, since you never know when some tweaker bastard is going to show up and try to steal shit from us. Not that we have much of anything worth stealing, but tweakers don't know any better once they get to that breaking into houses mode.
I have been procrastinating my ass off on just about every creative project on my list. Pretty much business as usual, and not particularly interesting.
I want something new to happen.
irritatedSee, last night I turned the tap on in the kitchen and got nothing but a vague sucking sound. After going out and checking to make sure the water line into the cattle tank didn't bust, I changed the filter in the well house and figured that would fix things. The water pressure was fine after that, of course, because I gotta shut the water off to change the filter and that gave the tank time to pressure up again. But a little bit later I noticed that the pressure was a bit limp. Didn't think much of it at the time, mainly because I didn't want to trek out in the fek cold again in the middle of the night.
Cut to this morning, when I tried to start up the dishwasher and again got nothing. I checked the various places where water problems can surface, and it turns out that the freeze-proof spigot that I was using as a secondary water for the cows source was broken off somewhere under the ground and oozing water. Those bastard animal rubbed up against it and broke it off!
You will pay bovines, and on that day I will laugh. Oh how I will laugh.
loudActually, I've been bombarded with a bunch of crap in this particular vein the past couple days. So much, in fact, that I can't even articulate it all. As soon as I start to think about it it makes me start to grind my teeth. And then the Tourette's syndrome kicks in (evidenced above), and then pretty much it all breaks down into gibbering and hateful thoughts. These anti-reason, anti-freedom idiots and their Old World Order make me want to blow my fucking brains out just to get away from them.
I'm gonna take a few shots of rum now and pray the voices in my head shut up a while.
chillin'
don't askSee, there's this gap in the fence. Remember, the one that killed the gothic cow a while back? Well we figured that the short hotwire gate we had across it was working well enough to keep the cattle in and didn't worry much about it. Stupid, I know. And with the weather (or complete lack of it other than wind) lately we've had to keep the 9 critters in the back yard since there's really nothing for them to eat out in the big field anyway, and the wind just messes up the hotwire so they keep getting out and causing trouble.
This isn't precisely why I'm mad at them. It's a simple fact of life out here that the beef occasionally escapes and I have to go chase it back in. In fact, they'd managed to knock the gate down a couple times and go wandering around in the pasture without getting out and into any real trouble. After a week of this we knew we'd have to plug that hole in the gate for real. As a quick fix I grabbed a couple poles and chunks of wood and wired them across it until the hubby could get a real piece of fence.
Those fuckers did not hesitate one bit and pushed right through my makeshift fence to get out. And then, to make sure I was completely pissed at them, most of them got out, across the street, and tried wandering off. We had to chase them, which turned out to be futile, and finally the hubby just got in the pickup and butted their belligerent asses back home.
So they've been penned up since Sunday. We've got more hay for them now, so there is a chance they'll be let out into the back yard again tomorrow. (Mind you, it's not like they were starving to death and needed to escape to get food. The feed may have been low, but not entirely gone.) But I swear if one of them so much as thinks about escaping I will make sure they regret it.
