Online dating

I came home today, with plans to stay here. You know what they say about "The Best Laid Plans." The Princess met someone online, he called all excited about it. He wanted someone to come out to keep him company since he was nervous about calling the guy and such. I got volunteered. He called, all is good, they'll meet Friday, and I'll probably have to drive to the meeting place to make sure everything is ok.....sounds like guy is looking for a hookup rather than something else. Not my business, but I'd really like for Princess to find a real boyfriend, he's a great guy and deserves better than hookups, and hanging with us, and disrupting my sleep on Saturday mornings to go to breakfast, Geeeze.
I met some freaks online before Lucy came along, I'm not saying she's NOT a freak, she's just the lesser of the evils.
I had never dated, I was 35 and trying to figure out what to do when I hit a dating site and used that to meet people, and OMG, there were people. The Amazon, well, she was just that, we had a night, I saw her a few years later, lots of weight loss later, she remembered my voice, nice woman, but it was a hookup, she had issues at home that complicated things so we didn't see each other again.
The Nurse, we went out a few times, not really my type from the beginning, but we had fun.
Pat, well, I still dunno about that one, she was around for a couple of months, nothing at all there as far as attraction, I think I was just lonely, we hung out at the car wash a lot.
The one that takes the cake was the Preacher with a drug habit. I drove 2 hours to take this woman on a date. We had a decent time, but she was fucking nuts on drugs.
She called me a few months later because she'd cleaned up. Good girl.
I know I talked to a lot more that didn't work out, met a couple, and along comes Lucy. We talked online for about 3 months before we ever met. Blind, we'd never shared pictures or anything, she thought I didn't like her because I'm not as chatty in person as I am when I'm hiding behind a computer.
A few months after all that, history was made.
I see I've lost the original train here, I don't want The Princess to get hurt, but he'll have to figure that out on his own. I hope this guy is nice and it works out, but I'm not gonna put money on it.

Question of the day

"I like so and so's keyboard better than mine, can you come up and swap them?"

I've done it again

The Widow is officially hooked on darts. I met her for a drink after work and told her I was going to The Dive later to meet Annie so she showed up there after dinner and kept me out way later than I meant to stay. It's all good, we had fun. I have no idea how she manages to throw wearing high heels, but anyway, she's not bad for a beginner. She hugged me and told me she loved me like one of her kids before I left, she's a very sweet woman. She only has 1 actual kid, but she's adopted half of the city unofficially so I'm in good company.
I actually got to Hell on time today, thats a feat in itself lately. I'm fucking exhausted. I do believe I will go home and cook dinner and take my ass to bed this evening. Yeah, not likely to happen, but I can dream.

The best part of my weekend

Mom Finally came out of the closet

Yes, she finally gave up her inhibitions and became one of the few, the proud, the "I don't give a shit" crowd.
My mother is a smart-ass. I knew, but she hid it so well no-one else did. She was high as hell and mentioning the worst place in the world to eat when we mentioned food Thursday. "Hey, it's just across the street, you should eat there."
She made phone calls lying about her intentions, telling people she wouldn't be leaving the hospital just so she could say "PSYCH". She's out of control.
I'm now officially the worst daughter in the world because she told Step Dad I left her in the middle of the night when I was supposed to be her caregiver. Lie. I did disappear at 5:30 am to smoke because she was asleep, other than that I was there.
I'm now taking my drunk ass to bed. Ya'll have a good night.
Mom won this round.

Annie went to the hospital

Yep, Annie went with me to visit this evening, she mentioned later it was hard not to cuss. Well duh. We're all potty mouths, I try to restrain myself around her, as do my friends obviously.
Why the hell do you think I don't want her reading my blog? The sheer number of "Fuck's" per post would give her a coronary. I could just kill her now by letting her read this shit. I'd rather not, and I did see her ass today, it's prettier than mine dammit.
Fucking old women with no bad habits. ::Wandering her wrinkled old ass towards the bed::

Laundry and sundry

I threw some clothes in to wash this morning since I had fewer things to wear than I thought. I put them in the dryer this afternoon so I could just turn it on when I got home and be halfway done. I washed a partial pack of cigarettes. I know it was partial because there was tobacco everywhere and a few filters hanging around in the washing machine. I've washed an entire pack before, they stay intact, yet soggy.
I'm hoping nothing got stained, ran the washer again to clear out leftovers, and checking the dryer every little bit for tobacco in the filter. I can't believe I washed smokes considering how much they cost these days, geeeze. I've really been drunk.
I didn't realize I was PMSing during all this shit until yesterday, that may have quite a bit to do with it. I'm much calmer now.
Lucy is babysitting Mom tonight, tomorrow is my night. Urologist came by today to tell us they're putting in a stint tomorrow to keep her kidney functioning since the tumor is messing with the flow, damn tumor, and we need that to work for the Chemo. I've called in to work since they have to put her to sleep (again) to do this.
Hopefully she can go home Saturday. I'm off to Elbow and then Armpit tomorrow, so I'll be out of pocket for a few days. Ya'll take care and play nice while I'm gone.

8 Things

So Noname tagged me. Let's see how far I can get.

"Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog."

1. I'm right handed. The only things I can do with my left hand are open beers and unhook bras.
2. When I first started drinking I hated beer, vodka was my drink of choice with or without mixers. Now, other than an occasional foray into something else, I drink beer exclusively.
3. I love to read but haven't picked up a real book in months, I read online.
4. I didn't go to college.
5. I'm a self-taught geek.
6. I'm getting tired of the letter "I".
7. I own 2 guitars but haven't played in years. (Not that I was ever any good at it.)
8. Math has always been my least favorite thing, but I can remember numbers much better than names.

Whew. I'm not gonna tag anybody but ya'll feel free to play along if you want.

So let's find some funny

I obviously haven't had much of an appetite lately so where am I getting this gas that would kill half a room? I mean really, I could walk into a truck stop and be crowned the Fart Goddess. Butt crack galore worshipping my honking talents. I scared myself earlier, I thought for real it was a shart.
Ok, I feel bad about the ass crack from yesterday, hehehe, Mom is actually in good shape for a woman a mere 18 yrs older than I. And I didn't really see it anyway, I was scairt to look.
This leads me to a story, imagine that. I had to go to the surgeon with her at least once to check out a breast lump. This is how I know and like the guy, but anyway.
He stuck a big fucking needle in there and pulled out fluid to send off, telling her all the time it was nothing. She asked me later did I watch him do it. Uh no, I like a nice rack as much as the next person, but I was cowering behind the curtain so I wouldn't have to see your boobage Mom.
She almost showed me Cooterville today when she let me see her incision, I don't think I could have stood that.
Ok, for those of you who are worrying with me, thank you. It'll be ok. I'll be ok, the last few days have just been a bit overwhelming. I'm trying to work right now and fit in the hospital and stuff around that because once treatment starts who knows what is gonna happen.
I'm giving up the doom and gloom attitude, because I can't do anything else. I will wait until they tell me the prognosis, and then I'll be at the Dr. with her a lot.

In other news, Noname has tagged me but at the moment I can't think of 8 things you don't already know about me, so I'll get around to it.
Right now I'm sitting on the deck with the dogs having a beer and a smoke, about to take my tired old ass to bed. Ya'll have a good night.

Not much new

Mom had surgery today, he couldn't scope it so he cut her open and she'll be in the hospital for a few days. Now we hurry up and wait for the test results to see what type it is and get the prognosis for treatment. He said he took the tissue to Pathology himself to make sure he had enough for testing, all I could picture was him in his scrubs, bopping off down the hall with a hunk of meat in some Gladware. I know I'm a sick puppy, leave me alone.
Seeing Mom in her hospital gown and getting a glimpse of what my ass is gonna look like at 60 was not at all encouraging, just so you know.
Surgery was in the next town over, about halfway to Armpit, so after they finally got her in a room Baby Sis and I took off to get Spawn and go to the funeral home to see other mom. She looked quite beautiful, other than the being dead part. Her family was holding up well which was good since we were in shell shock so we maintained and there wasn't a big cry-fest. I'm sure that'll come later.
I stopped back by the hospital on my way home to take Stepdad some food and say goodnight to Mom, she's still pretty well out of it. Now I'm just trying to relax so I can take my ass to bed. Thank ya'll for the thoughts, prayers and words of encouragement. They help a lot. Hopefully we can get back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow, or sometime soon. Lucy and I will be in Armpit all weekend to babysit Spawn so I may be a bit scarce.
Ya'll have a good night.

I ain't right

Let me just tell you a story. I visited Other Mom, every morning that she wasn't working and hubby was, so we could chat. We did paint by number things at one time, mostly we just sat at the kitchen table and talked. We talked about her job, her kids, her life, and we talked about my life. We talked about Baby Sis, and Middle Sis and her kids and their relationship with them, and my boyfriends on the street, cuz we lived in a subdivision.
Later, I told her I thought I was gay, and she said she already knew. I met my girlfriend at her house a couple of times when we weren't supposed to be seeing each other, she still kept my secrets. She was a beautiful woman with a big heart. I will miss her, but I'm also questioning her timing, HELLO? I love and miss you, but this ain't the time to fucking die on me. Mom is sick and you pick NOW?
I will see both of you tomorrow, hopefully not together.

Today Sucked Ass

I'm drunk, so if you expect anything coherent, walk away.
My Other Mom died today, the day my real mother was baptized to secure her place in her Heaven.
I'll spare you all the details. The woman who died was our other mother. Growing up, we were at her house a whole lot while our Mother worked. She was my best friend during those angsty early teens, and later, because she treated me as an adult. We talked. Her daughter and Baby Sis have been friends for 33 yrs. She and real Mom have been friends longer than that.
She had multiple myeloma, it's rare but happens. 5 yrs of treatment. This is what my real mom is saying, "Why bother when the end result is the same?"
I tend to agree.

Bush is having a colonoscopy

Are they looking for his head?

Lucy's book LMAO

You're Dune!

by Frank Herbert

You have control over a great wealth of resources, but no one wants to
let you have them. You've decided to try to defend yourself, but it may take eons before
you really get back what you feel you deserve. Meanwhile you have a cult-like following
of minions waiting for your life to progress. This would all be even more exciting if you
could just get the sand out of your eyes.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

I told ya'll she's crazy.

Chuck E. what?

My mother is enjoying this "I'm dying" shit just a little too much. I will be subjected to Chuck cheese and Church all in one weekend? And I can't even complain, well, I can, but what's the point?
Give me a break, I'm trying to find whatever humor I can in this situation. Yesterday's post was supposed to be kind of funny, but after re-reading it I seem to come off a bit snarky, that was not the intention. Hurtling down the interstate blind has happened a few times, and I've had that thought, "Rain, this ain't good", but I've managed to survive.
I'm pretty sure things are gonna get ugly around here.
Lucy is over here talking about masturbation, see what I mean? It just gets uglier.
Now she's watching "Caveman". Yes, the movie with Ringo Starr. I'm with her why?

I'm just a shitload of sunshine

I was on my way to work this morning, really, actually ON MY WAY, in the car and everything. My Mom called, crying, she's sitting in the parking lot of a church, and she loves me and she's always loved me, and she's waiting for the Preacher to show up cuz she needs to be baptized.
Hey, Mom, me hurtling down the intersate at 70mph in a tin can with a cloth roof, ain't the best time to make me cry, just sayin.
Things ain't looking good, but your religion and mine don't really mesh anymore, as long as it makes you feel better, I'm good.
I now have to find something to wear to "Church" Sunday, cuz my Mom is getting baptized. I will be there, probaby in inappropriate clothes, and if you hear of a church fire in Armpit, Al, I was probably "smote" for being there.

I had somthing going on, I've forgotten now what it is. I need to take my ass to bed.
It's gonna be 500 years till Tuesday.

Kinda funny, and not

I know I was going to tell you about my farts, they were awesome. I got home and put the chocolates from The Dirty Old Man and my smokes in my hand, I dropped the smokes so bent over to pick them up and let a really good one rip.
I then came in the house and scared the dog with another, it would have been a good 3 foot flame if I'd lit it. It was really quite impressive. I just finished off the Chinese food from last night so I'm pretty sure I'm not done.
I'll let you know if Hell blows up tomorrow since I might try to light one.

You read this shit why?

In other news, Lucy called me before I got all up close and personal with you all about my real life. I'm upset about Mom, well duh, biopsy is next week. It's a very large tumor rather than a few small ones. Surgery is not an option. She's been telling us for years she "hurt so bad she had to be eat up with cancer" she was probably right.

Ya'll take care and hug your loved ones.

Is it me?

I'm apparently speaking alienese lately or something. Yesterday and today I've tried to explain a very simple concept to a couple of people and they don't seem to get it.
Since one of those people is Annie (who should understand) maybe the words in my head are just not coming out of my mouth in the correct order or something. On the other hand, Annie does have her blonde moments, and the other person just ain't too bright, bless her heart.
Hopefully noone will ask me anything else.

Fried Okra

For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, it's tasty. It should be crunchy on the outside with just a hint of slime on the inside since it is a slimy veggie. I won't eat it boiled, it looks like a bowl of snot.
Annie's parents brought some Sunday, I forgot about it. I saw it tonight and made it my mission to cook it dammit.
It has to be sliced, coated with cornmeal and put in a skillet with hot oil until it's all pretty and tasteful.
I just made some inedible fried okra. I think my cooking skills have gone out the window. This shit is soggy, that's not supposed to happen.
I had 3 phone calls while I was cooking, and a newsbreak about a friend getting laid, so that might have something to do with it. I'm just disappointed I can't cook anymore. Dammit.

Yeah, right

You're Adventures of Huckleberry Finn!

by Mark Twain

With an affinity for floating down the river, you see things in black
and white. The world is strange and new to you and the more you learn about it, the less
it makes sense. You probably speak with an accent and others have a hard time
understanding you and an even harder time taking you seriously. Nevertheless, your
adventurous spirit is admirable. You really like straw hats.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

I prefer ballcaps thank you.

Stolen from Genius.

It's Monday?

Lucy and I headed to Armpit last night to see Momma Wolf and spend the night with Baby Sis just because. We scared The Spawn because he didn't expect us, I proceeded to hurt the Furball when I tried to cut her nails (kinda like I did a couple of days ago with Betty) so I pretty much felt like shit about being there. I will not be in the doggy manicure business from now on.
We got up at the ungodly hour of 5am to get to the place for Momma Wolf's test, even tho it wasn't necessary for all of us to be there, it made her feel better, so good call.
We then went to breakfast where Momma Wolf was regaling Lucy with stories of my youth. I think senility or something else has snuck in because our memories are quite different, I came off much cooler in my version.
It's NOT pancreatic cancer which is what scared the shit outta me, because that shit don't mess around.
It IS Lymphoma, according to Dr. "Don't give a shit" and we go to the surgeon tomorrow who I really like and will tell us exactly WTF he thinks it is and what we're gonna do. I don't really trust Dr. "Don't give a shit".
For now, I'm hopeful.
And apparently there will be a whole lot of waiting.
I'm fairly patient. We'll see how much I guess.

Just hangin around

Lucy and I threw darts badly, mainly waiting for The Princess to show up since he had my lighter. I'd post a pic of it, but then you'd all want one. It's a Zippo, with a scrimshaw of a howling wolf. Lucy gave it to me our first Christmas. My drunk ass left it with the smokes that were beinhg bummed by a mutual friend.
I realized after I got home it was missing, I wanted it back.
All is well again, I think I'll go in the house and make Lucy take me to breakfast.
Have a good night kids.

Clarifications

I'm sorry, the last couple of posts seem to be out of order, or don't make much sense due to my shitfacedness (ok, it might not be a word, but it should be) last night. I'll try to clear things up.
Momma Wolf has been having abdomimnal pain for a bit, she has fibromyalgia (chronic pain) so a lot of things get chalked up to that. She went for her physical and asked the Dr. to do an ultrasound just because she'd been having more pain than usual.The diagnosis so far is a pancreatal mass. Something also showed up around her liver and in her pelvis. Dr "didn't really want to do anything" called her to tell her he would get a Cat scan asap and did she have a surgeon. Apparently he's thinking cancer. I'm hoping not, but won't know anything till after the scan Monday. From what little I read they should be able to tell what's going on after the scan and plan from there. Depending on what kind of tumor it is, removal might be an option.
She called me upset which caused me to be upset and after talking to her and Baby Sis last night, I got more upset. The fruit and veggie post was about Lucy putting cucumbers on my eyes because I was not a pretty sight. We did end up doing that this morning because we had to go to a memorial service for a friend's dad and I looked a mess. It helps in case you ever need to know that.
So. I'm sitting on the deck with a beer and a smoke, 90 lb dog trying to climb in my lap, and relaxing for now because I don't know what life is gonna be like after today. Let's just hope for the best. As much as I bitch, I love my mom, we're actually very close, and I'm scairt.

Funny before you read the next post

I'm picturing Lucy with cucumbers on her eyes, cantaloupe halves on her boobs, (even though she really needs watermelons) Watermelon wedge on her nether regions, and The Dirty Old Man about to have a buffet.
Damn dreams.

It ain't pretty

I'll start with why I love Lucy. She brought me a beer, on the porch, where I was talking to family for 2 hours without her knowing what was going on. She wiped dried snot from my face after I came back inside to tell her what was going on.(Thankfully she used water rather than spit.) She just came outside to sit with me even tho there might be bugs. She ran when a beetle touched her, hehehe.
I'm drunk in case you can't tell. Mama Wolf called me this morning to share the wealth since she couldn't call Baby Sis at work. Apparently I'm fair game.
There will be a CT scan Monday, ultrasound showed bad things around pancreas and liver. Send a good thought this way.
I had very little time to search today, and what I did search was not good. So I gave up as "If I don't see it, it doesn't exist." Yeah, I'm that way.
I should be an Ostrich rather than a Wolf, I'd rather bury my head. I suck.

WTF?

She knitted a car?
"For her Graduate Exhibition she presented a full scale knitted version of a Ferrari, a hairy combination of a Testa Rossa and a 355 - complete with windscreen wipers, wing mirrors, low profile tyres and the famous prancing horse logo, all knitted in glorious Ferrari red (wool generously supplied by Sirdar). "

Have you noticed...

the print on everything seems to be smaller than it did a year ago.
I swear I could read every word of the fine print on a document at least 6 months ago, now I can't see shit.
I had to get a magnifying glass to see what voltage my... hell, what's that thing called? Oh yeah, a fuse.
Off to play with the non-existent cats now, ya'll have a good night.

I'm getting divorced

Lucy has decided to try that new weight loss drug Alli? is that what it's called?
I told her I'd get her a new walker and some Depends. I also hung up on her.
She shows up here with 3 kinds of breads, makes cookies or buys something sweet and wants to try this shit?
Yes, I know she's gained a few pounds with quitting smoking (which I haven't been able to do) and the inactivity from the knee surgery, but this is unacceptable.
I won't have her ruining her health because she thinks she has to "look good".
Our society sucks.

I am NOT tooting my own horn...

even though I've been known to toot, quite loudly, and publicly, this isn't about that. It's also not about the fact that I occasionally make myself feel good, it's not that kind of post.
I made myself feel good by doing something nice. I think everyone should try it.
I'll save you the suspense and tell you what I did and save the story for later, cuz you know I love a story.
There was a guy in front of me at the convenience store wearing fatigues, apparently having trouble with his PIN number when I walked up. I bought his shit. Simple as that. Shook his hand, said thanks for what you're doing, he thanked me for the sodas, all good.
I refuse to get political here, but I support the guys and girls doing their jobs.
Later ya'll.

NOW she's done it

Unacknowledged Genius has hit me up with a Rockin' Girl Blogger award. I'm over here blushing and shit, thanks darlin.
I'm glad you find me amusing, and as for the drinking thing? Don't worry, I can outdrink a few of the boys too.

So, now I'm supposed to give this out to 5 bloggers that I think rock. Hmmm.
I guess I'll start with
1. Genius just because she has good taste:) Ok, really because she's been visiting here since I started writing this drivel, and if I can make her laugh, mission accomplished.
2. Syd because I've learned more about cooters and squirrels at her place than anyone has a right to know.
3. Noname for keeping it real and keeping a sense of humor amidst the chaos.
4. Crystal for cracking me up on a regular basis.
And finally,
5. Sharon since it's all her fault. I discovered her blog by accident one day, and it's been downhill from there.

Thank you all for the fun. Now go play in the street or something, I've got to climb that fucking ladder again.

ETA: I'd like to change my mind for 500 Jim. I had a hard time picking 5, so let's just go with, everybody I link to is there because they entertain me in some fashion, so they all rock. I read them all daily, and there are a few I need to add because they get stalked too, whether they like it or not. Thanks to all of you.

It sucked less than yesterday, maybe

I started my day on top of a really tall ladder. Have I mentioned that I'm afraid of heights? Yeah, dunno where that came from, as a kid I was in the top of every tree around, now if I get 3 feet off the ground I have issues. I make myself do it because it's easier than asking someone else, and I have to get over it dammit.
Did I also mention I had a hangover this morning? Yeah, that too, it wasn't fun.
In the midst of all that I had to come to town to buy shit, most notably a new hard drive for the computer that crashed at 4pm yesterday, finishing off my really shitty day.
A note to the operator of said computer, "I know you want a new computer badly, but if you had mentioned the clicking noises, or problems you were having before the blue screen you got yesterday, I might have been able to save some of your shit. So, you lose everything and get an $80 drive rather than an $800 computer. Sorry." Dumbass.
I hid in my office the rest of the day installing software for the bitch so it wasn't too bad.
I did get an e-mail from my mom that I'll have to take Lucy to task for later.
Lucy and I have been talking about a fall beach trip, taking Baby Sis along came up as an option, nothing is concrete yet, but she mentioned it to Baby Sis who then mentioned it to mom who thinks The Spawn shouldn't go and that caused a fight and it may be an entire family outing if we go now. Not exactly what I had in mind.
So maybe it's a toss-up, yesterday and today both kind of sucked, I just have a better mindset today I guess.
I'm going to smoke with the dogs, I may borrow The Handsome Devil's hookah, and call Lucy so I can go to bed early. Ya'll have a good one.

My mother would shit

I'm sure she thinks it, knows it, something like that, but she doesn't want to see it in print.

I've had a less than stellar day, I will be watching The Closer, since I missed it the first time, and taking my ass to bed. Ya'll have a good night.

Drivin'

I'm killing Lucy

She just called me Carol Burnett, the cartoon, not the woman. Bitch.
I sang "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse, using the stuffed alligator from the couch, it was funny. I segued into "You know I'm no good" using just my ass...she said it was like Carol Burnett doing the cleaning woman cartoon since I was wearing sneakers. Bitch.
She's still crippled, she doesn't know how easy it would be to kill her...I'm off to bed to plot.
At least she has ice on her knee.

Babysitting

Lucy and I went to Armpit last night, where we cooked dinner, after I almost made a human torch of myself, hung out with Baby Sis, and they watched a scary movie. I went to the kitchen after 5 minutes, not my thing. I did scare myself, reading Lucy's magazines since I didn't think to bring a book, then I went out there in the dark, with millions of stars, (I don't see that around here) and hearing them yelling "Oh Shit" while watching the movie, I smoked and ran my ass back in. Bitches.
Spawn walked in on Lucy changing clothes, I told him not to, it would traumatize him, he ran from her ginormous boobs, really ran, all the way through the house. Poor baby.

Baby Sis had to work so we took care of The Spawn until Grannie and Papaw got home.
Spawn cooperated and slept so we could see "Notes on a Scandal". Judi Dench, Cate Blanchett, excellent movie, and Lucy couldn't throw anything at me during the bath scene since Spawn was sleeping on her boobage that scared him the night before, with a hand on one and his head on the other. Apparently he does have priorities. He's fucking awesome, I'm sure I won't be saying that when he's older, but right now, oh yeah.
Gonna have to kill Lucy to get her to behave, or get her a better Dr. Hmmmm, new idea.

Completely Irresponsible

I was that today.
I slept in, about the time I headed to work Annie called and said I should just take the day since they were all leaving early anyway, and did I want to meet her at fridays for lunch. I did, and proceeded to spend the afternoon there.
I went to The Dive, everyone else showed up, Lucy brought me home since I was too drunk to function.
It just felt good to be totally stupid for a change. No worries, it was like being a kid again.
I haven't done this in way too long.
I just mooned Lucy and heard "What are those?" I looked to make sure I hadn't grown balls, only to find out she was looking at her pill stash rather than me. Bitch.
I'll be taking my 5 yr old ass to bed soon. Ya'll have a good night.

All my shit

Net radio will survive or not without me, Lucy has been given a longer sentence by the Dr, not me.
I'm surprised she hasn't called me yet since The Princess was sending her pics of me with white stuff on my face, after a blowjob (shot, not the real thing) hello, I forgot how to do that years ago.
I kind of made up with the asshole at The Dive, his wife wanted me to anyway, he's still an asshole, but we threw darts with them and played nice just because. I'm home, drunk, tired, and waiting for Lucy to call so I can go to bed.
All done, outta here.

My 4th

The Handsome Devil woke me early because he needed to relieve himself, (of my patience it seems) Bitch just wanted to be fed.
The Princess started texting about 8:30, he wanted to relieve himself of a few bucks by going to breakfast. Showered, shaved and full an hour later I came home and put on my really butch clothes to mow the back yard. I looked at the knee-high dead grass and decided it was miserable enough, I duct-taped the hole in the soakerhose in the garden, didn't work, tied up some tomatoes since they threatened me, said fuckitall and hit the couch for the Twilight Zone marathon.
I napped a bit, showered and met The Widow for dinner. We had a great time, our waitress sat with us pretty much the whole time since she had nothing else to do.
The Widow followed me to The Dive to throw some darts, won a couple of games, had a good time (which was the intention) and we both got home. Not a bad day.
I go back to Hell tomorrow.
At least I can run around naked tonight since Annie is still out of town, nah, it's not a full moon, not the same.
Have a good night kids:)

Uh Huh

Now we know where Syd is

Stood Up & stuff, you know how I am

The Princess was working late so I went to friday's for a bit to pick up The Dirty Old Man for a game of darts. (Annie is out of town and Lucy is staying home until Friday.) I got him, someone I haven't seen in forever and The Widow. She became a widow this time last year so it's not terribly pleasant for her right now. She and I have a dinner date tomorrow at Hooters. I'm glad I stopped in there. Have I told you how much I love this woman? She is awesomness squared. I was surprised she didn't have plans, someone usually makes sure she has plans, the boys fell down on the job this time. Anyway, back to stood up in a long roundabout way. hehe
I go to The Dive, attract other people cuz I'm just that way yo. The Dirty Old Man finally shows up, 30 minutes after he said he'd be there. He beats my ass, I beat his, it's starting to look like kinky wrestlemania, I finally win the last game. Yay me. I have a craving for green beans, dunno why. It's 8:00, still no Princess, text him I'm coming home, where I have a hotdog and green beans for dinner, excellent.
Now, I've been accosted by ugly brown bugs while going out to smoke, spilled nasty plant water on my shoes, put everything in to wash, and might just possibly go to bed soon. Big night home alone for me I tell ya.

R.I.P. Beverly Sills

I lived through the garbage. I might as well dine on the caviar.
Beverly Sills

I only have myself to blame

I innocently checked a local news site's comments after seeing an article about a new bar opening that I'll be interested in.
I read the lonely homophobic comment, and went on my way.......then I saw a reference to something else that I feel strongly about, re: the place I work,the person who I agree with got bashed by idiots.
And right there was the Hate Crime Law. I had to stop reading pretty quick.
I don't pay attention to my local news becuase the weather is always wrong and I really don't care that Billy Bob blew himself up with a bottlerocket.
Seeing what the people who watch this shit say has opened my eyes again to the stupidity and homophobia that seem to run rampant around here. I'm lucky I'm not a victim of it, I live in a big place for here, with lots of people who are very open-minded, sometimes I forget those other people are out there. I guess I should pay more attention.
I'm lucky I'm allowed to live my life pretty much away from that shit, I'm sad a lot of people aren't.
I hate people.

Pics

Lucy's cock


Princess' shirt


Lucy's purse

She informed me she should have carried this one to the concert since I bitched about the other one.

Too much fun

Annie accused me and Lucy of having too much fun. I've got a camera full of stupidity, so I guess we were. I'll share selected photos tomorrow since Lucy is not happy with me for some of them anyway lol. Lucy is gettin all up in my business now, she said this (if any of those pics show up in blog land you will never hear from rainbow again..lucy)
Yeah, right. Now she's throwing cock at me, Poppycock I mean, you haven't seen that pic yet either. It's past my bedtime, but I'll probably still stay up, ya'll have a good night, I'm gonna harrass Lucy some more. Obviously, she's much better.