GET OFF ME

Okay, okay already. I get it. There really are people with taste out there that spend time reading, and actually want more of this drivel. Well, wait no more! Here I am to ruin your seriousness and create some snorting and choking laughter. Or at least get ya'll to quit posting anonymously about how I am fallin' down on the job. LOL! The mules and I are alive, barely. We survived the move to new digs, and are tryin' hard not to kill each other over the lack of space we have. Well, honestly, I have plenty, but they seem to be sufferin' from wide open spaces with-drawls, which translates into a lot of whining, cryin' and unauthorized escapades when allowed outside to potty. Friggin' Mules! I'm doin' the best I can, GET OFF ME! In other news, I work with a psycho old woman that needs to be choked. I think I am gonna snap and knock her down and break her hip. Or at least smack that sarcastic idiotic smirk off her weasel lookin' face. Seriously. Jus

This won't be one of my best posts', or really a funny one, but I feel as though I must be honest about some things in my life on here, and recently life has seriously kicked me in the face, trampled on my tender heart and left me in some difficult circumstances so I feel the need to spew. The Hubby, who got very very sick last Thanksgiving and continued to be ill and a medical mystery for the better part of a year, passed away at the young age of 61 on the 22nd of July, 2011. It was a stressful, shocking and altogether horrible event. Made worse for me by the previous deaths, also at very young ages' of both my parents...Dad in 2000, Mom in 2006. I had taken care of them both for rather long periods of time prior and it was no picnic to do the same for Steve. I would like to mention that for the most part,the Hubby stayed in what I consider to be pretty good spirits until close to the end. Then it was just hard for us both to cope. We were married for 9 years, and toge

Between the rain, the wooden boat, the mules runnin' amok in water, mud, horse shit and haulin' the wagon over some of the messiest slop to ever be called a "road", we are pooped! Lucy has escaped her stables more often than ever, leading to me ridin' a broom in hot pursuit, cursin' a blue streak and wearin' next to nothin' in my rush to nab her slippery ass...but I digress. GET OFF ME! Our start to summer has taken off with more a Want,want, wah, than a bang...unless you count the number of times I have thought about shootin' a mule! Smack in the middle of all this excitement, the Hubby was gifted with a Power Mule. Ok, really we paid hard earned money fer it( I am not even gonna tell you how I got the money), but it's still a gift, so shut it! LOL. Its a lovely blue color, and you don't have to feed it, give it treats or hose off horse crap on a regular basis, so I love it! I may trade in a mule fer another one yet... Maniacal cackle here

A storm blew into Queenie's world recently, and I plumb went 'round the bend. I decided that with all the recent changes in my life( Ya'll know they haven't been good ones) that I needed to downsize in some area's I would normally NEVER consider. I decided to re-gift a Mule. Pause here for dramatic effect. I can hear you all gaspin' in disbelief, and frankly, I can't even blame you. I felt like my guts were bein' ripped out thru my heart! I convinced myself that I was doin' this for all the right reasons, and that it was necessary. So, the other day, after much heartache, despair(these are my babies people!) I loaded up food and treats, hitched Stickers to the Wagon and roared down the dirt road toward town... I immediately told her to bite these people, eat their house, chase their old dog, and to harass their freakin' cats. I am not proud of this behavior, but nobody that reads this, or who knows me, can say they are surprised by it, so Shut