So fickle

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October 7,  a mere 13 days later

posted by: rustymadgal at 10/05/08 08:52 | link | comments (5) |

My sexy?  What about my sexy?


Cute Cavedog behavior #756 is kicking dirt over the pile when he poops in the woods.  I say bury it and he goes crazy.  Today while he was taking care of business I saw a big glimmer of gold through the dust cloud. 

Cavedog had uncovered a gold pocket watch!  Our troubles were over,  it was heavy and old and gold, or at least we thought so at the time.   We raced home to show roomie and look for something comparable on eBay which wasnt hard to find.  I found dozens of the exact same watch with starting bids of 99 cents although the goldtone goes for about a buck higher than the coppertone.   That bitch called reality strikes again.

posted by: rustymadgal at 09/25/08 19:10 | link | comments (8) |

Saturday in the Park.



My neighbor passed out in her yard.  I really need video, I honestly could hear her snoring from my porch.  Note the tongue hanging out.











Roomie is still sleeping but when he wakes up I'm about to be homeless along with these two canines.  My friend found this dog wandering in her neighborhood and almost getting hit by a car. 

My friend took the dog all over the hood until she ran up to an apt door. Turns out it was the dogs house but the people didnt want her back because they were moving so they must have just opened the door and booted her out.

  Her collar and things where still inside piled by the front door.   They werent looking for her. They gave my friend all her papers and she has all her shots.  Assholes, tossing their dog out like that.  I hope it comes back around to give them a huge bite in the ass.  Stories like this make my heart ache.

My friends had her for a few days at her house and said she is perfectly behaved but she has an old tired dog this one is way too much for so I said I would take her for my days off and will try to keep but Roomie is going to have a hissy fit when he wakes up. 

I already let her in his room and she jumped in bed with him but he slept through it.  Cavedog and her have not stopped rolling around, he is beside himself with joy but I know Roomie is going to say no.   I know a number of the good dog moms in my Park so at least I can introduce her around if someone knows of a good home. 

Despite the crazy eyes she doesnt have rabies.  One is light blue the other brown.  Sweet girl,  rolled in poop and smeared in on my arm right before I put her in my car to come home.  Maybe Roomie will say yes but the odds of winning the lottery are better.  Damn dogs.  I will not fall in love.  I will not fall in love.

posted by: rustymadgal at 08/25/08 09:16 | link | comments (17) |

Cavedog and his cousin.  

One of the last things I want to see in my mailbox is a letter from the gubment.   Forget about me man, move along,  theres nothing to see here.   Actually most of my mail I dont want.   I almost tossed this letter unopened but it was from the Dept of Labor and my curiosity got the better of me.  

Could it be finally someone in charge is asking me what I think about w$#k?  Its about time dammit.   I hope Cate Blanchett plays me if my story is made into a whistle blower movie. 

I'm not alone in avoiding official correspondence, the first line of the letter was Dont Panic in bold type.  Seems a worldwide corporation I interviewed with a few years back is being evaluated for their hiring practices and I'm supposed to fill out a questionnaire about my experience applying for a job with their sweatshoppe. 

Its been years and I dont remember much but I'm sure I was wronged.  Bastards didnt hire me did they?   Looking back I think the interviewers did ask about my religion, marital status, age, race and offspring not to mention calling me sugar tits.  Yep I'm sure thats how it went.

Found the creativeness of the Dept of Labor refreshing, they included a name and number to contact telephonically if I had any questions. 

Just a few months after his last $100 Vet bill for eating poop in the woods, Cavedog is $100 worth of sick again.  Dont know whether to blame a bear or the pope but wish they would stop.

posted by: rustymadgal at 08/09/08 12:10 | link | comments (9) |

Now is the summer of our
I finally am pissed off at my boss after 3 months of relative w$#k bliss.  It just wasnt healthy being that content at a job.   Surprisingly enough I do w$#k with 3 women  I get along great with and we actually have real conversations.  Refreshing non-filtered free speech environment.  Anything goes and I can always count on this one to surprise me.

Over the years I've blogged about so many women just being asses, fighting and bullying for power and making everyone miserable.  At this job we are going to need someone to replace the supervisor and we are all fighting not to be it.   If its one thing I know, underachievers love company.

Came within a .00001 of a second of getting creamed by a drunk driver.  If it werent for my lightening quick Nascar watching reflexes my crappy economy car with the fake spoiler would have a totaled left side.   Even though I have better odds of winning the Powerball, the police just happened to be right behind us and nailed the drunken hoochie.

Also after a lifetime of reminding the furry bastards of all I do for them and how much they owe me, I found out Frankie and The Princess paid their debt 4 years ago in full and then some.  They can haz a cheezburger on me.

First off I dont hang out with teenagers trying to relive my high school glory days, hey nothing wrong with Chess Club.  In 2003 I  w#@ked with a kid who was a Sr in high school.   She was great.  Very mature, had college all mapped out but very sweet and not an ounce of teen snottiness.  We went hiking once and her dad lives around the corner from me so sometimes she would stop by if she was visiting him.  So I briefly met him.

Her dad was nice and obviously him and his exwife were terrific parents but men who resemble Santa in a John Deere hat have never been my cup of beer.  So about a year after she graduated and went off to college her dad knocked on my door.  First he gave me an update on her and then he asked me out to dinner sometime.  Not to be a bitch but UGGGGHHH.  Ok by the time I'm done with this story I will have earned the right to be a bitch.  He caught me soooo off guard I said yes and ended the conversation as soon as I could and went back inside.

No worries, daddy never came back to set up a date much to my relief.  Over the past four years we sometimes drive by each other and just wave.  Until this week, I've run into him with his dog 2 nights by the woods.  Notice I said by the woods, he doesnt walk his dog to and into the woods, one block from his trailer.  He drives her in his pickup to the edge and they both get out and stand and look at the woods.  Cavedog has no idea how good he has it.

So the first night I just said hi and hurried by so the subject of our date wouldnt come up.  I thought he figured I was way out of his league and had cold feet.  Didnt want to embarrass him any further than he already was.

The second night he started a conversation.  Oh joy.  I'm prepared with the I have a boyfriend story, which really isnt a lie since somewhere in an alternate universe I really am George Clooneys love slave. 

I tried to keep the topic on how his daughter was doing but he brought the dreaded d word up.   UGGGGHHHH.   Why cant we simply be nice to some men without them asking us out???  Well maybe I just better get over myself.

He brings up asking me out 4 years ago and never following through.  It turns out when I stepped out on the porch to talk to him I shut the door behind me saying I didnt want to let my cats out.  Cats?!!  That was the dealbreaker for him.  He doesnt get along with cats and never returned. 

He must have had our courtship all planned out with him coming over to my doublewide for a delicious dinner of dead cow and taters I was going to whip up for him, right before we went to our Thursday night bowling.

My cats and I have never been so insulted by someone we thought not even worthy of us.


I love you Frankie and The Princess!

posted by: rustymadgal at 07/28/08 12:53 | link | comments (12) |

Monday, 21 July 2008

Hard to see but there's a new kid in the Trailer Park who shares my daughter's name.  My precious petite freckled pink nose baby and this lumbering hulk of a drooling hairball have been checking each other out.  I call this shot The Dueling Princi.

posted by: rustymadgal at 07/21/08 12:06 | link | comments (6) |

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