Of this boarding facility crapola. The trailer is friggin raunchy and there isn't enough room even for a kitchen table. The horse people who have used us as doormats are NOT the type of people I want to be a part of my home. We just wanna come home from work and do our yardwork, feed OUR horses, have friends over with adequate room for a dinner party, have at least a room for Mr. Puss's kids to call their own, have our privacy...

Sis and her fiancee are looking for a place to move so this is a perfect time to all it a day. There are two women here who are more than willing to take over and I know will do a much better job at it that we did. This place requires too much time and maintanence than we're willing to put in. The cost when the clients are sparse is just too much to swallow, we took this place to try and get ahead but all it did was stress us out.

I'll miss having people to hang out with in the barn on hot days, I'll miss everyone's horses, I'll miss the racetrack and infield for riding in, the dogs LOVE it here and it'll hurt to take them away. But all that aside this place is sucking our will to live lol.

Our landlords own another house on 38 acres just down the road, the tenants there are just staying long enough to build their own house. Hopefully it will be soon, they've been there for two years already.

No matter how much fun I have on holidays, or how beautiful the place is where I'm at. I always kinda feel incomplete without my critters. I came home and the first thing I did as soon as I stepped out of the cab was maul the crap outta my dawggies. I think the cab driver turded himself when he was rushed by two big barking dawgs.

I'll post some pics of my pooches just so you doods get a mental pic. Just cause Im feelin pic posty tonight.

spotting something interesting, prolly a mosquito or something lol


hmm... where to sit?


Even a 20 second trip to the racetrack infield is enough to appease them... "CAR RIDES!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" lol


back when they were inside dogs... spooning

haha, its so funny. Now I'm thinking of all these color combinations and shapes to use later on.

I was afraid the bleach would hurt my skin, but not any moreso than it does my scalp.

So much work for a 2 x 2" patch of hair lol. I should grow a huuuuuuage '70s Pantie Fro.

You know how peeps talk about a man who has a femenine job they say this "Oh, he's a MALE model" or "I'm a MALE stripper"

what tha frick, is that opposed to him being a female stripper? lol

I know quite a few people who pick apart the other sex as if under a microscope. WHO cares if they dress funny, have bad breath, drive an ugly car, they aren't in perfect shape, are balding, aren't quite tall enough...

When I was dating lots just after moving here, I met some totally awesome guys once I shed my silly picky standards. If he seemed like a genuine person, I'd forget about the silly turn off's quite easily. Which in turn helped me see things in a different light, things that turned out to be much more of a turn on.

My mom and sister are like this, and it picks my ass. I say "Well, if you don't think he's initially 'hot' just get to know him on a platonic basis and if you still don't think he's hawt at least you found a friend"

Sis has a knack for going for the beefcake cleancut homie pretty boys, my mom is instantly turned off by men with even a lil pot.

For the record, when Mr. Puss and I met his wardrobe was something out of the 80's and the show What Not to Wear. But the person he is made that all fade away, including the more heavy things that would make me run from anyone else... smoking, kids... Its amazing the people you meet and the love you can possibly find when you give it a chance.

All the cool clothes I think up and would LOVE to wear, are NEVER stuff I find in any stores? Everything is the same everywhere you go, just differing in price depending on designer names. I procrastinate buying a sewing machine way too much, but know I have to get one before Halloween this year.

I wanna make my dream bathing suit, but that's definately something that requires a sewing machine... and Mr. Puss's welding/solderng skillz.

random pics of my stinky boys...

This one I'd definately put in my pocket and sneak home if I could.


I have a special spot in my heart for the 'ugly' old boys.


squishy nose


damn cute, took this one a lil while to learn that I'm only here to pet. But he lubs me now.


is that NOT the cleanest pig barn you ever did see?


I was tryin to be all artistic and crap, then realized how "HUMBLE" this pic is!!! lol.


a sausage party


im bein sneaky


some think they are so institutionalized they don't know any better, I think different. The worst aspect of this job.


My little Troll. (yes I name them, shaddap!!!) lol


I dunno why they do this, Im thinking its just a scent thing. Trying to mush their foamy drool everywhere. Testosterone/ pheramone overload.



Since Im blatherin about piggies, may as well share my next tattoo idear... Flying boar on my upper arm. Pisses off aggressive looking boy, with beautiful wispy large wings. Bursting out of crazy stormy clouds, I love the multi-symbolism: all animals go to 'heavan', anything is possible, victory over the storms of life. The strength of the xxxxx within. All that aside, its also just a plain ol awesome idea lol. The following boar is a good example of the type I want drawn out. He's beeeautiful. Designed like the following logo.

I tried to get one of him standing up, but he kept coming for pets.


I could easily picture: some wings, legs curled up in the leaping fashion, and clouds surrounding.

I spent half an hour today taking pics of my boyz at work. Fridays are super lax, not much to do anyways. We just got a new camera, one from the Sony Cybershot series. It takes friggin awesome pics, especially compared to our lesser older model Cybershot. SO, expect to see lots of my boring critter pics on a regular basis, until the novelty wears off at least lol.

I started this blog planning on posting my piggie pics, but their all on the other laptop I hide from the kids. LOL.

...... to be continued.......

Its mostly hormonally induced, so don't worry peeps the real "sugar and spice and everything bullshit" will be back shortly.

In about 3 days the waves will subside. But for now...


WHERE'S MY FUCKING ICE CREAM!

K, I forgot to post this... I actually have a story, not just some random blatherings of the going ons of my mind lol.

K, so Mr. Puss and I decide to go on a date to the movies, me LOVING Stephen King we go to 1408. The theatre was jam packed and sold out, I was thinking *Good thing we got here bright and squirrely* So we finally all get seated and start wathing the movie. Every so often we'd hear some random outburst from the back of the theatre. At first it was just a bit annoying, but as time went on it escalated. We were just over 3/4 through the movie, just getting to the end when it all starts to unravel... The punk ass kids in the back start flashing a laser light at the screen while laughing and yelling unrelated jibber. Im sitting here, feeling my face get hotter and hotter... I say to Mr. Puss "Looks like the high school is having a field trip". So I sit here restless in my seat and pissed off, noticing everyone else is also completely distracted from the movie and getting worse and worse. These degenerate fucktards just keep getting louder and louder, short attention spans obviously. I just stand up and turn around facing the last row where all the commotion is coming from and yell "You assholes wanna shut up, we all paid to sit here and watch this movie!" Everyone starts to clap and I sit down. They shut up for a second, shocked I think... Then yell "Whatever, 'Squaw'... fucking aisans" I'm thinking what the fack? What do ethnicities have to do with me yelling at them to shaddap? Its obvious to me now, they were just looking to cause a fight. Well that outburst of mine turned it into a riot, the comment about aisans pissed off dood behind me and he jumped back two rows over people to let the lil punk asses have it, then everyone else breaks into a bunch of wrasstling matches. People are scrambling to get out of their seats, some are staying to watch the fights. Some are running for security. I lookit Mr. Puss and say "Well, maybe we'll rent it at blockbuster"

LOL

The LAST time I'm going to the theatres to watch a PG13 movie. If its anything its going to be R18. FUCKING kids.