Daily Archive for April 19th, 2006

No Word Yet from JOB

Published on April 19, 2006 in For the Record, Relationships, Soapbox and Stupid People. 1 Comment

no word yet on him putting up the fence so Captain wont get back to this part of the yard.
He left around 7am. He should be back later this evening steaming hot and mad.
Link to a slide show of the yard
He’s not half as mad as I was when he told me he wanted me to clean up his yard and clean out the garage and that I needed to buy the tools myself. We do not have a working lawn mower, a week cutter or any other tools to do the work. He prefers to hike, to go to dances and out to dinner with friends. As I said, I’m happy he has a social life but when he refuses to do what he needs to do and wants me to do it for him for FREE then that’s when I have to put my foot down. I have to be careful where I step because of the glass, the rust and the of course the spare toilet parts that have been in the yard for years.No tools to do this with except for what he wants me to buy

I suppose that he thinks I’m going to let it go and that I’ll pay my full rent next month with the fence laying on the ground. he’s wrong.

the pictures open up in their own window and get larger. They show in detail what the yard looks like. I tell ya, if someone thought I was making too much of this then hey, here it is. My neighbor said to me a few minutes ago, why are you taking pictures. If he sees you doing this he’ll kick you out. Well, you know the big brown fence you see in the shot? well, he paid to have one put up so that he didn’t have to keep seeing Barney’s yard. That is shameful. Also, while he does own the house he also rents to ME. he has a renter and as someone that rents an apartment he has responsibilities to ME, to his renter. All I want is for him to put up one section of a fence that fell. One section. Why am I not doing it myself? Because I can’t. I am physically unable to do it. I’m also not going to go out and purchase something to put his fence up!!!!

this is so wrong! its wrong and it's sad.Or pay money to have the fence fixed then turn around and pay him full rent. That’s bullshit. Of course the man that said this is on drugs so hey, he might have been high and just talking out of the smoke before he finished his art piece for work. He’s a sculptor. he carves images of Jesus and Jude, Mary and others for a few Catholic churches. It just goes to show you that people can make good money doing good work and still be on drugs. LOL. Anyway, my focus is on Barney who is a non-drug induced ass. The natural asses are the biggest ones of all. A huge gaping, wide mouth ass. the kind that when he takes a dump the earth shakes. California thinks its the big one again but nope, it’s just jack off Barney being an ass. he should be happy that I’m not going to do to him what I was considering doing to Mic. Ever heard of the site www.dontdatehimgirl.com ? Yeah, it’s a real site with pictures of all the guys you should never date. there are details as to why you shouldn’t date him. The only reason I’m NOT going to do this to Mic is because he has a 15 year old son by the same name. I will not do that to his son. poor bastard has to have Mic as a father figure. Damn! Back to jack off ass hole Barney!! I wonder how he feels about ex-lax in his coffee? Will he taste it? Oh, hey I could make some beef stew and leave it in the fridge. Since he helps himself to my food he’ll take a big bowl of it and find that he cant make it to the next 2 hiking trips because he has a date with the toilet. I run into him hours later, JOB (jack off Barney) you dont look so good. are you feeling okay? maybe you should have some STEW!

ranting and raving on the journal is good for me because i can unload before I talk to him. I’ve never cursed him to his face. I figure that words stick with people for a long time. I’d prefer to choose mine carefully. On the journal I’m going to dog him but in person I’ll use tact and not colourful words with vivid imagery. Unloading online is helpful in keeping my cool when I talk to idiots.
okay, enough for now.

Joan of Arc

I just dont want my little furry one to get hurt.

We Share Hats

Published on April 19, 2006 in Art, For the Record and Pets. 1 Comment

Captain's Hats

Captain is a poser. The boy loves to get his picture taken.

this had to be edited because he was overly happy in this shot.

Captain and I share hats. We share a lot of things. Captain didn’t have such a good past either. His first assignment was quite an abusive person. He has nightmares because of it. When he wakes up scared and loo

ks for me I’m happy to be the one he’s looking for. He and I understand each other and that is what makes us such a good team.

When I got to the top of the list to get a service animal it was actually a white German Shepherd that I was supposed to get. When i got down there to pick her up the little bitch tried to bite me. You know how you’re not supposed to run from a dog? Well, after I got finished running I told the attendant that I wasn’t taking that cow home with me for a 3 hour ride after I narrowly escaped her K9′s. I told him I was going home with something but it wasn’t going to be HER!! Well, he told me he couldn’t just give me another dog. After a bit of not so positive convincing he took me around to see some other dogs. After about 2 hours of looking at other dogs that I wasn’t bringing home either he said to me,

“we have a dog that we were going to put down 6 weeks ago. We never did it.” My reply was, “You want to give me some broke down dog?” He was like, we’re running out of options miss. I got back to the kennel and there was a dog with 3 casts on his legs. I gave a long irritated sigh. The man opened the gate and out hobbled Captain. He removed the casts and Captain sat right beside me. He and I have been together ever since.

It would be safe to say that Captain and I saved each other. He has certainly given me so much of my life back. What he does for me is priceless. How anyone could beat this dog is beyond me let alone beat him to the point of breaking 3 legs. He hobbles when it’s cold. His legs hurt him but I tell ya, this dog doesn’t stop.

How Captain Crunch got his name:

Well, when signing the papers they insisted that I add another name. I thought to myself, well, what can I add? Then I thought, well, I have antiphelactic shock when i eat the cereal Captain Crunch. that stuff will kill me and this Captain Crunch will save my life so hey, I’ll just add Crunch to the end. Needless to say the attendant wasn’t too happy with my choice. He tried to talk me out of it but I reminded him that his bitch tried to bite me and he was sending me home with a broke down dog and that we were running out of other options. I signed the papers and there you have it, Captain Crunch “the kid” was taken home and made part of the family.

About the cereal:

It’s my only known allergy. It’s listed in my medical records. It took some time to figure out that something in that cereal doesn’t like me. My throat swells up tight. I’ve been hospitalized over it several times. Can you imagine if I ever croak over the stuff? Cause of death, Captain Crunch cereal. See, I know what you’re thinking, this isn’t real!! Oh, it is. Oh how it is!! Only I would be allergic to the best cereal in the world. But hey, if I can’t eat it I can at least pet it, throw a ball with it, share my time and my life with it. I think I got the better end of the deal. That’s the understatement of the year.

Austin