I had an icky day again. This week is goin for shits already.

Charlie's owner called and said he's "Coming to pick up mah boy" on sunday.

Says he misses him and stuff... I don't get it. Dood hasn't come here ONE day to see him since April now all of a sudden he has rekindled his interest? pfft. Mr. Puss told him on the phone if he ever changes his mind down the road, Charlie has a home here.

I know he'll change his mind. Either that or Charlie will be a pasture ornament.

another Charlie pic... Just cause I like posting him.


Okay one more, just took it yesterday...


I think his owner will change his mind, either now or later on.


SO, I get myself distracted... tis how I deal with stress. I go to fabricland to buy some fabric for our costumes. Of course it isn't where I think it is and driving around edmonton is mind numbing. Makes me wanna slam my jeep head on into a telephone pole. So I spazz out and drive home like a mad woman. Went for a run and took it out on the wind before sitting down at the laptop and searching out goth lingerie.

I found these sleeves a while back and have been thinking about it. SO I think "What tha fack" and commence e-bay shoppage.
(this is where I'd post the image of them... But I lost the page and am too retarded to find it again)

I still haven't gotten the body stocking, I did send an email saying "where the fack?". Hopefully its on its way.

I gotta go see my dad tommorow, I told him I'd bring Courtney by. He's high as a kite constantly on MSN (pain meds and those FUCKING ativans) so I need to go kick his ass.

I was interrupted during my riding lesson last night by Mr. Puss I joked "This better be important"... Pretty tragic actually... The family home to my niece's dad just got burnt to the ground. No one was home at the time and the only pets who parished were a few fish and a rabbit (they also have sheep, four dogs and a cat). My should-have-been-bro-in-law was upset about his fish and the thought of them boiling alive. His parents are the most generous and caring people... Why such bad things happen to such good people I'll never understand. They care for two handicapped adults (one they adopted long before they had any kids of their own). They've been there for my sister even when her boyfriend wasn't... most of the time they'd pick her side and even told sis she could stay there and they'd kick HIM out lol. I would stay at that house every time we'd trip to B.C. I always felt so comfortable and welcome there, being that it was a beautiful house didn't hurt. They moved into this house 17 years ago to raise their kids, and rebuild an old home (it is 47 years old). The home at the end of the driveway they've driven up thousands of times is now just a charred heap. My mom was just at their place last night helping them salvage the bare remains, mostly wet and charred pictures.

These people are sucessful of mind and heart, if anyone can overcome such a loss and come out stronger its them.

I'm gonna call bro and see how he' dealing and ask what he thinks his parents need the most, I'm also express posting sis a certificate to buy her rug rat some clothes and toys.

I'm sure their insurance will cover the cost of the loss, their land is worth a lot of money and they could rebuild on the same foundation Im sure. But I don't think anything like that was running through their heads when they came home to this...



My one year old neice lost all her clothes and most of her toys. It's a good thing kids that age are so resilient and clueless.

We got in last night around 10:30...

I'm already irritated and annoyed. So much for the nice relaxing "who gives a fuck whats goin on in the world" R & R.

The weather is getting cold, I heard we'll see the white shit floating around in Sept.... ACK!!!!!!! I'm gonna miss being able to do things outside without being in pain with every breath inhaled. The following are just some random pics taken during the dog days of summer '07.

the building of the infamous "Bok Bok Box"


Just one of those dreamlike warm moments. The track infield.


Gonna miss those awesome summer storms inside our spectacular Alberta skies.


Showin off my tattoos


Visiting with my family in B.C. At my most favorite place in the world with a few of my most favorite people. Here sis is getting my signature move... "fist in the neck"


Being barefoot. I wear thongs until it snows. lol


Lazy summer nights, chillin with my boyz.


impromptu summer evening rides, with no tack lol. Note the ears back.


Beautiful highway drives


Quiet alone time by the pond.


B.C. roadtrips. Okanagan Lake. We went to see my sick gramma.


A hot day at the lake turned into a spur of the moment storm. Alberta Beach.


the roadside driving back from Alberta Beach


Being drunk and silly at noon on a saturday.


Summer evening bonfires.


Drunken partying in the barn with my always tolerant boy Diesel.



Awwww summmmmmmer

I was dumb enough to have it in the breast pocket of my coveralls.

I don't really like being tied down by a phone so if it's dead I'll just call it quits. Plus I'm too broke to buy a new one lol.. FACK!

Charlie, the quarterhorse free lease I blab about, his owner has been wanting to get a hold of me. Which makes me nervous so I procrastinate calling him on the phone, and hope that pm's through the internet will suffice... Mr. Puss informs me that I should call him, because his daughter told him that one of her friend's parents is buying Charlie. I'm like "WHAT THE FUCK?!" First of all, I'm hoping this boy is full of shit because he usually is. He's a little fucktard instigtor of a delinquent. He was supposed to take lessons on Charlie way back when I initially took him on (first of all, this twit kid couldn't handle Charlie and his green attitude). So he says the odd thing just cause he knows it'll get back to me. Just to piss me off.

I called the owner and asked him what he thought about selling him. He said "Well I guess if the price is right, but I'll have to think about it". That picks my ass, cause he knows he has me by the heartstrings. If he decides to sell him to me, he'll do so well above what Charlie is worth, in horsey blue book values. Sure he's registered and has good cutting lines, but I don't give a rat shit about that.

I know I could find a good sweet saddle horse here in Alberta for 2500.00, EASILY. But that's not the point, this isn't about having a horse to ride. This is about having Charlie to ride and having him as a part of my life and my home. Where he belongs.

I'm stressed right out now, and I doubt I'll be sleeping. But I did get this uber cute pic of him from a friend of mine. She just took this of him yesterday.

Too damn cute, it just makes me smile.

I ordered a body stocking online yesterday, via Mr. Puss's credit card lol. I don't have one anymore, the mean bank people took it away from me. It's a crotchless one, which would be kinda awkward to wear in public, so I'll have to sew in some velcro strips (cause the hole will come in handy later). Plus I wanna be able to pee on Halloween without degarbing my whole ensemble.

I'm going to be wearing beige undies underneath.


I gotta track down my glue gun, some red sparklie jewels are gonna be placed all over.

Mr. Puss and I went out last night to the club. On the way there some lil honda swerved into our lane. No signal or nothin. So we honk and shake our fists "Youuuuu kidsss!" lol... and keep on drivin. The honda slows right down and we're watching it in the rear view mirror, its swerving everywhere and you can tell that traffic is afraid to pass. So we slow right down so they can pass us, so we can see the liscense plate number. We're thinking we should call the cops, this dood is obviously hammered.

So we stay behind this shitbox almost all the way to the club (I'm glad they happened to be going to the same part of the city lol) as we're talking to the cops and telling him what streets we're passing and such. We stop at a set of lights in the right hand lane, the honda is the first to stop at the lights and we're just behind in the jeep. Then we finally see a cop car on the right side of the street, of course I yell "THERE HE IS!" The cop on the phone dispatches the cop we are looking at, tells him to follow the gold honda. So when the light turned green for us we stay back a bit and give the cop space to follow the 'bad guys'. As soon as we near another intersection the honda obviously sees there is a cop behind him, he turns into a residential area. The cop is now joined by another cop car, and he turns on his lights.

The cop on the phone asked us to stay, I'm like "Fuck that noise" I just don't trust the buggers lol. So we leave for the club, Mr. Puss told the guys on the phone that I didn't feel comfortable. We get to the club and just get our drinks when the cop phones, he wants Mr. Puss to write a quick statement.

Boy no one liked to see that cop car in the club parking lot LOL. He was a super nice guy though, was hugely appreciative of the extra set of eyes out there. I didn't feel bad ratting dood out either, he was obviously pissed the cop said and refused a breathalizer.

Kinda makes us a bit hypocritical, we drive after having beers often. Sure its not smart, but we know when to call a cab.

As for the club, it was a good night. Was pretty busy for a friday. They keep telling us to come on Saturdays, cause thats when the good people go. Plus saturdays are theme nights, and I LOVE dress up. I think I'll have to suck it up and have a hungover sunday at work one day. We had a blast last night, didn't play at all but didn't need to.

Courtney is doing good, we bought her some real food formulated for Pot Bellies (I was sneaking food home from work). We put the cat food up on a table cause she was eatin it. WAAYYYY too much protein in that for piggies. I don't use a leash with her anymore, she tags right along by my side anywhere I go. I have to understand that her short lil legs can't go very far, I pooped her out too much yesterday. She's calmed down a LOT in the past week. Doesn't squeal when you pick her up anymore. I get really mad when people's kids maul her. Landlords kid kept chasing her (hes 2) and I was getting pissed off.

Running this place with just Mr. Puss is going better than I thought, we are a good team and don't have the stress of fighting with sis anymore. All the money that comes in is ours, and all the money we have to put in it is ours. We usually agree on placement of horses, barn rules and stuff. We've been getting a lot of phone calls lately and a few newbies just came in. I like the money come winter, but HATE the work. GOD DAMN IT I'm not looking forward to freezing my ass out there in the snow this year. I'm gonna invest in some serious winter coveralls, and snow boots I dun care how much they cost.

My dad says he has cancer, bone cancer. He is obviously very sick and has been for a while. Saying he is a bag of bones is the best I can describe him. He won't tell my mom (their divorced and are much like siblings now) and everytime I chat with him on msn he talks about death, how we don't involve him in our lives and how much he hurts and how he can't take this for much longer. He's taking 3 times the amount of ativan he was prescribed to take (I think Ativan is useless b.s.) and spaces right out. He takes WAY too much pain killers too and thats when he starts to talk and act stupid. I never know when he's telling the truth, if he does have cancer he isn't going to last long. I don't want my last memories of him being clouded by his chemically altered attitude.


Wow was that ever a blather and a half. Sorry for boring you peeps to tears lol.

Sis just moved out at the beginning of the month and is moving again to a place in Sherwood Park (MUCH nicer than the armpit region we live). It has a two story house.... a REAL house! 20 stall barn, paddocks everywhere AND its surrounded in trees. The rent is 300 bucks LESS than Mr. Puss and I's place.

Dammit I'm bitter. lol

I'm always 'critterblogging' so I thought I'd let you fukkers sneak a peek into the twisted life of Puss'nBoots mind and soul.

(SOOO tempted to put something hair brained and cocky in here, fighting the urge with ALL my might!)



Okay; shake it off, shake it off, shake it off (one more time and I'm playin with it).... FACK!

SOOOOO; I come home from work today after stopping at McChunks for some kitchen fajitas and decided to take Courtney out for a walk with me while I fed two of the horses some fattening horsey grub. I just get my two pails and Courtney's lead in hand and head out the barn towards the paddocks when a car pulls up. I'm hoping its an already established boarder whom I don't have to talk to much other than the usual "hows it going? sure is hot out today!"

But NO, fack! Its a total stranger who wants to take a look at the place for her one mare. She explains to me that she talked to Mr. Puss and he advised her to make herself at home and have a look-see.... I'm knowing he told her this so I wouldnt have to do the hostess thing.

So I tried to make it as brief as possible without looking like a freaktard, while making over exaggerated hand gestures "The paddocks are THERE------ and THERE =======, the track is there<<<<<<... feel free to look around"

I'm hoping and preying this lil tour will suffice and she'll just fack aff and call Mr. Puss later if she's interested. But NO. Shes a friendly, chatty one easy on the eyes as well Since I got the pig and the dogs with me I'm kinda xxxxxx into some friendly chitter about them.

She keeps asking questions I can't find words to replace with (dammit, where's a keyboard when you need it). Just when I think I'm in the clear, judging from body language and convo, she asks me my name. FACK! I can NEVER ever fluently and even remotely say my name coherently. Most people think I'm saying Cheryl, Sharon, Sharlene. I usually let them call me whatever they think I said lol. So I spit it out and we shake hands before she gets in her car and departs.

I get so fucking sick of looking for words I can say, or replacing words with others that don't fit properly (like ground with floor). I sound like a friggin import just off the boat sometimes. When I think "FUCK IT" and just spit out exactly what I want to say, it takes a decade to get out a simple sentance such as the one you just read. Always followed by one of these reactions: "Ha ha, you forget your name?", impatient scowls and frowned eyebrows, interruption (usually change of topic), or totally ignoring what I just struggled to get out. The sentance finishers are my favorite of the responses, if they're doing so to help NOT because they are impatient. Even when they are wrong, if they are just trying to help I appreciate it. Mr. Puss's boy finishes my words a lot, which is damn cute cause my stutter used to weird both him and his sister out. They don't look at me funny when I have a hard time anymore either. One of my friends' kid was asking about it, and told me that her friend stutters and her mom gets mad at her. I told her someone needs to slap her friend's mom upside the head. My dad used to get pissed off at me a lot. Look what happened to ME! My closest friends are people who think I'm an asshole, halfway across the world. lol Lots of people tell me how much it doesn't matter to them how it's no big deal, but it's not about them it's about me. It kinda pisses me off when people don't think it's a big deal. They don't know what it's like to struggle with every single sentance you say to anybody. I get a lot of men telling me they think it's cute. Like I should be releived that my disability is so endearing to them. When I really just wanna kick them in the balls for belittling me.

Conversation is the #1 mode of communication, so yeah. I guess you guys now know part of the reason I love my critters so much.

I'll probably delete this, but it feels good to be real for a moment with strangers.