Sad Leavings and Goat Donkey Porn

Drove Deuce last night for the first time since we went back and restarted his training from the ground up.  He did really really well.   So smart, that one.  I love love love him.

Payroll chick brought breakfast for everyone today.  The little chicken shack here in town is serving breakfast now.  It tasted really good, but lets just say, my tummy is sorta not used to greasy down home cookin anymore.  Whew. Ugh.  Gurgle.

So Corner and Jar gave me hell yesterday over my cussing too much.  Come on guys, you know you love it.  :P  It really is therapeutic to have my friends to joke around with and harass.  Great stress reliever.  Such good sports about it all.

Papoose #2 wants to quit band.  She was passionate about band for so many years, then when her incredibly wonderful band teacher left she tried so hard to still enjoy it like she did, but the replacement teachers just don't enjoy it or make it fun for the kids like her original teacher did.  He was one of those teachers that you could tell really and truly loved his kids and loved what he did.  Things have not been the same since he left.  I have seen her struggle to keep the interest up, but it's been waning.  It's gotten to where the current teachers pretty much let a couple of the kids and their bitchy mothers make all the decisions and run things, and THAT isn't a good thing.  I've made the tough decision to let her go ahead and switch to another fine arts credit class.  She is in the office talking to the principal now.  I am waiting on them to call to let me know what her options are so we can decide what class she will be taking instead.  Sort of a sad time.  I'm sorry for her loss.  I guess nobody can understand that unless they saw her and her close group of friends (all of whom graduated last year, making it even harder) sitting around my dining room table visiting, then spontaneously break out into the most beautiful a capella you've ever heard.....then softly laugh and go on with their conversation......


Ok, so we had to pull Jorge out and separate him from poor Pedro.  For the past two days he has nearly killed Pedro, chasing him around and biting his neck and trying to have mad interspecies gay sex with him.  Poor goat never stood a chance.  I will be talking to my friends about what to do here.  I fear the only solution for Jorge to safely live with any other living creature is to get him gelded, but I really don't have the cash for that right now.  So for now, the obnoxious loud bastard is living in the 1/4 acre dog run area, which happens to be rather close to the house.  He now starts braying at exactly 5:00a.m.  FML.

No, I didn't video it, Jar.

Tires and wheels have been ordered for sure, called to double check last night.  But they cannot tell me with any certainty what day they will come in???  Really??  So I'm still rolling on the donut till the damn things get in.   Not safe.  I keep forgetting that I'm not supposed to go over 50mph on that damn fashion statement.  I'm gonna kill myself on that thing, I swear.

Lord, I ate that whole breakfast sandwich.  I need a muzzle, swear to God.

Papoose #1 is still loving her RL training and is making loads of new friends.  I'm so happy for her.  I'm so proud of her.  I love my girls so very much.

I have to get to work now.  You all have a fantastic Thursday.