

I'm just your average grandma who believes in Bigfoot and ghosts and is fascinated by serial killers....
"Not really."
"Preacher shot my dick off. See? He's an incredible shot. Kinda took it clean off. It's all right. It doesn't hurt that much at all. No, not really. I can imagine it's gonna hurt a ton in a little while, but for now, I'm ok. For now, I'm fine. "
omg, I love love love Preacher! I see myself in Clive, getting hurt at work, and just acting like it's no big deal. not that I've ever had my penis shot clean off, mind you, but I have had smashed feet and legs and hands and fingers and cuts and burns and head wounds and bites....I just tell my coworkers and myself that I'm ok. no big deal. look, not really that bad, see? I about fell off the couch laughing at Clive reassuring his gagging vomiting coworkers that he was fine. it's like we're kin. maybe Clive and I should hang out? too bad he's a fictional character. I really dig that dude!
Kevin was watching Red when I got home....I'm not much of an action shoot-em-up fan, but I got a kick out of the street scene they shot in New Orleans on Ursuline St.....right in front of The Hotel Villa Conventowhere we stayed on vacation! Kevin very kindly rewound it for me and played in slow motion. he can be a real good guy. and he made his famous dip, to boot. Kate journeyed to Maryville to meet the boy she's been talking to the last week. His brother went to college with KJ. kinda ironic that her former boyfriend dumped her to hook up with chicks at college, and she is now possibly dating a college boy who wants a high school girlfriend...funny how life works sometimes.

ok, I fell asleep watching this Friday night. dozed off a bit again trying to watch it Saturday night. woke up to my phone going off and an uncomfortable facebook message exchange with a former coworker who was asking me why her current coworker said our boss said I didn't want to work with her....first off, why do I ever say anything, and secondly, why would anyone repeat it? I don't want to work at all. period. and I run my mouth waaaaay too much. anyway, back to the movie. I think there was a Sasquatch, not a very realistic looking one, but there was also a serial killer and I'm guessing he was wearing a Sasquatch suit? something about wanting to see how pretty people were on the inside and blue drugs of some kind worth $60 million dollars and guys smoking cigars out in the dark woods? I'm still not sure....
but the inventory is over 1300 and there is just no space. will wash and load and move sows and kick out and wash and load and move sows and kick out (x4 rooms) and then it'll probably be wean day again....good news from yesterdays crap fest quarterly celebration: I do have culls Monday or so....(have to tag the bitches, but need the space!) and no rush on finishing cleaning out bin....haven't ordered feed for it for 6 months cause no one else would deal with it. just finish it 'on a slow day when you have time.'

when this bin is empty, I'll have hours more a day to figure out what the hell is going on in my 'new' barn. to tag animals and hang cards and treat and pull NIPs and figure out who the NTNT farrow was....get my data entry done.....shots done...(sigh.) so many details. so many hours that I seem to get nothing done...have yet to make a single wean hole for Friday. going in early tomorrow and trying to accomplish...something? if I can load a room, we can kick one out Friday. that's something....
we drove home thru Higginsville and he bought some boots. did some back roading, brought home Subway for supper. Kate made it thru her day admirably. she is a survivor. text from my boss. getting switched to his other barn tomorrow. so, will have to figure out where everything is. and transfer my shower stuff. big pain in the ass. Chey went too, so there's that. I can do it. grrrrr.

he is identified as the Butcher of Gettysburg and a preacher kills his horse. he has to walk home and gets there too late, so he heads back to town all weaponed up and slaughters everyone in the saloon. over and over and over and over. the haunting image of the tree of hanging scalped Indians. the dying girl. the crows pecking on her button-eyed doll. on her. on her mom......
if Hell is real, this is how I imagine it.....not a fiery inferno full of screaming people, but just reliving your worst ever day for eternity. you can't change it, you can't fix it, you just have to constantly re-enact it. I kind of think this explains ghosts, too....doomed to stay in the worst moment.
her phone is shut off. All I can do is remove all offending pics and momentoes from their sight and offer cold Pepsi and warm hugs. it is awful to see them hurt so bad and there's not much I can do but fashion little voodoo dolls and stick pins in them. hopefully all will calm down and work out for the best. I never had a bad breakup, I married the only boy I ever loved. sometimes you don't do anything wrong and your boyfriend is being a jackass. nothing meaner than the mom of a heartbroken teenager....
If ever I need a reminder that I live in a quaint rural area, I just need to check out the local Sheriff's Report....
fireworks after curfew
abandoned car left in road
shot hole in residential window
prowlers
loud music at ball field
kids dumping trashcans at lake
tree down in road
limb in road
cows out
calves out
deer in roadway
neglected animals
gas drive off
business break in
dispute
car in ditch
garnishment papers served
residential break in
stolen paddle boat
house fire
subpeona served
neighbors dog in yard
2 dogs loose
fight at care facility
search warrent executed
careless imprudent driver
horse in road
smelled gas
fire alarm went off
carbon monoxide alarm went off
bat on porch
skunks under shed
ATV wreck
controlled burn
Is Valerie the best damn mom ever? I'd say she's right up there, saving her daughter twice from evil forces....with her spirit. Although I admire Valerie and her otherworldly saving of her beloved only daughter, I have to admit I was rooting for Lawrence to revive the spirit of his beloved Selene into Kate's body, because true love and gypsy curses and workings.....
this book kept popping up on my facebook feed with my obvious obsession with all things ghostly, I finally ordered it from a facebook link. it was a bit hard to get into, being in England with lounges and flats and people carriers...but I really got sucked into it towards the end. tracking down the girl who survived the fire with you? finding the bones of your long dead love? buying the house that burnt and using all it's parts to reconstruct a 'new' gothic style mansion? and getting this long lost girl who is now a tv ghost show host to come investigate your haunted house? it's like someone sat right down at a laptop and wrote a book for me.