Smokestack Lightnin' Chat

bust day planned today....I go for the pricks today

allergy test...errands

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duEsYAXlJ3w

 

im having one of those days


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Thanks for this, it's just what I need.. now I will just step outside, and scream.. thanks

 

lynn, you just need some quality bloomers. i want to make some, so they will surely be back in fashion again soon.

we just got back from nebraska yesterday. got hubby a good ol' fashioned farming itch. he comes from buisnessman stock. i come from farmer stock. its where my heart belongs. im a creator. but its the first time hes ever seen fireflies, which is HILARIOUS. he thought they were made up. then he thought he was losing his mind and seeing things. i might get a firefly tattoo to commemorate it, because there is just something awesome about the childlike wonder that can overcome a 32 year old grown ass man when exposed to something new. i dont have a copy yet of the family connection to the revolutionary war, but i took pics on my phone.... germany/ france border area, to new jersey, to pennsylvania, ohio, then to nebraska. i can apply to the DAR if i want to. but its very stressful for me to be around my S-mom. seems like 36-48 hours is my threshold of exposure. i didnt get alot of time to talk to my father, which hurts. and its probably on purpose on her part. and my reactions to her tell me that she broke something in my brain as a child. i might never be able to defend myself against it. my defense is that ultimately, i dont give even half a shit what she thinks. i will tolerate the abuse for, oh, about 24-36 hours before im breaking down crying and want to go home. piss poor excuse for a parent. thats a whole can of maggots i dont want to spill all over the place right now. im home, safe, and searching for land thats both close enough to the farm to be able to visit/ have visits, and far enough away that she goes into town with other people and leaves my father to me. found a couple of properties with potential already. kids had fun playing with cousins, basically for the first time, at least as far as blood relations go. big kid REALLY enjoyed it. he could flourish there. its about a 5 hour drive away, so not close to our current friends, but not so far that people cant visit. no one really visits us now, so it wouldnt be MORE lonely. it would be the same. but the birds. and the fishin. and the huntin. and the small town life would be great. and the cost of living.... like holy crap. my cousin builds fences and does siding/ construction stuff. theres always work that needs doing. we would never be that far from that kind of work. and our current home would be enough to cover costs....

its a lot to consider. but theres a fair chance we may relocate sometime in the future. it makes me happy to think i can be More hermitty, as well as more productive. even suburbia doesnt suit me, its too close to the city. i need quiet. i need neighbors who wave, instead of glare. i need to be able to send my kids out into the world to play, to grow, to learn. i could homeschool, but thats an uphill battle here. i can send him to public school there, have better attention paid to his needs, and then teach him more at home.
ultimately, we will see. but it might happen. and i have my eye on a parcel with a creek. hubby is looking at one further north, but more acreage. hunt some turkeys right in our own backyard. deer too. bang bang bambi, and into the freezer you go.

and heres a nifty tidbit, my father now has a gun rack, built by his father, with wood from a cousin that is graced at the top by a small set of antlers. a first kill. by motor vehicle. which also fucking cracks me up. its an heirloom piece... and i dont care who i have to arm wrestle for it, its mine. also got to see some pics i didnt know existed, like dancing with my grandfather at my aunts wedding. i had to stop looking at pics because i started to get choked up. he died the summer i graduated highschool. i miss him a lot, but not for a lot of reasons that i can put words to. we gardened. we fed ducks and rabbits. and he remembered me even when he had forgotten some other things.

aw shit, now im crying again. i need more liquor. see y'all later. im an emotional rollercoaster. love me or murder me. the in betweens hurt too much.

 

neighbours that wave kind of bother me...i prefer the ones who just pretend im not even here

one of the bothersome wavers died this spring..i miss him ..the neighbourhood isnt the same without that pest



i could be carrying 100 lbs of something and still that guy would stop a wave and wait for a wave back

 

I'm Quite The Opposite......Moving From An Area Where Everybody Waved To One Where People

Were A Bit Wary Of Newcomers I Really Missed All The Waves.......Nowadays The Locals Wave

And Sometimes Toot If They See Me In The Distance On My Veranda.

Some People Where I Used To Live Have Told Me They Miss Me Driving Past And Waving

Even When It Was Pouring Rain And I Had To Wind The Window Down To Do So.

Spaceman......People Who Live In The Country ALWAYS Wave......



Cheers Glen.

 

I employed my first employee today. Some short punky rock chick on a 3 month contract. She is out in the mountains to defrag for a while lol. She's short and has pink hair and came with pink work boots. I think Tony was like c'mon man, but she ended up fitting in too easily everyone's friend straight away and has good personality so she'll fit in with us lot.

 

I'm pretty shy with people I don't know but even that sounds odd to me. If they wave they are just being nice. My neighbors are aware of my existence but we don't really see each other or worry about the wave. Maybe our cars pass on the road but there is so much trees and space it's not like the suburbs where they are 20 feet to the left. They probably already don't like me anyway. Damn trouble making pot smoker moving in and infringing on their view.

 

I wave at the neighbors I like.

 

I wave at my neighbors but we don't have anything to do with each other and that's exactly the way I think it should be too. Last thing I want is someone hanging around out the front drinking beer like King of the Hill just because they don't have anything to do and they know I'm home.

I'm sure they think we are demonic vampires who only make noise at night time and disappear when the sun comes up.

 

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everyone waves here...its a thing....all us dudes have the hand flip up from the top of the steering wheel....I studied the old timers when I got here because I wanted to do it like them

took my bud out to the reservation today...he is the dude living in mexico now but he still owns a beach house here on the island....he said it is very hard to get good dope in mexico and he is friends with people that were born where he lives....he said its all shewaggly so he was buying a bit of everything today

including moonrocks....bud dipped in honey dipped in hash powder.....I picked up''chocolope''....holy smokes it is amazig

 

i duno what its for but there is a commercial where buddy is in the hospital and the doctor at his bedside and he says to the sick dude ''were gonna make it better'' and then you hear the google voice coming from the cell phone sitting there saying ''ok heres how to make butter''


i laughed...i don't mind clever commercials

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0JEvFXr7l4

 

Makes sense to go find out what happened in the past that created the future.

 

if you can have them only pick out the smaller buds of moonrock, more external surface area for gooey stuff to stick to, big ones are more weed than oil/hash.
first time I got them just let her pick whatever, next time I made her only pick out the small buds, and even chunks/globs of just oil/hash.

but yes, they are pretty good, I was doing shit like that years ago, dilute some honey oil and soak buds in it and dry and other weird shit.

 

Makes perfect sense.

 

I musta been born with steel in my hand and I guess I'm gone die a spike drivin' man. I just lay the rail I don't ride the train but if it jumps the track I'm going to hear my name. The train master said this train better roll, gotta pull the big bosses cars of coal. So I work all night in the pouring rain, I hate the train master and I hate his trains.

Trains roll on and on don't never cut me loose, I toss and turn all night long got the spike drivin' blues.

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Well her hair was as black as Pike County coal and her lips were as red as blood on the snow. She wore short vinyl skirts and them boots to her knee and she lived in the holla behind the mountains of me.

Wild horses couldn't keep her old man out of jail for bootlegging whiskey his sons helped him sell. Growing up in that holla wasn't nothin' but hard, fighting roosters and cur dogs tied up in the yard.

One night on the mountain top in the pine trees Candy let down her guard and she loved me. She left the holla when her old man got put back in jail and she told all her brothers to go straight to hell.

Hard Candy so sweet and I could never get enough of hard Candy so easy... for me to love.

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Rollingalong rollin roll yeah, might as well just be R

I've said enough about me in Whats Happening so...

this made me laugh, but I guess I don't so much mind the waves. lol the "pests" are the ones who look at you like you oughta come up to them and talk for hours. I don't have that kindof time or patience most days. Sadly tho, I'll walk away sometimes and think a few hours later "gah i'm lonely!! why didn't i chat?"

but you know, if you're carrying something, just...well, i mean carry on. act like you don't seem em, or geesh! just give a nod or smile. lol ain't gotta be that hard! Yes, I've gotten pretty good at "ignoring" folks I don't want to entertain.