The Fucktards Among Us

Where to begin.

The parade of lights....the parade that I personally have approximately $750.00 of my own hard earned coin invested in......went well, actually.  Although my awesome but still very young and green horse spent the ENTIRE time at the verge of meltdown.  He even pulled a hi ho silver when the frigging marching band came out of a side street and fired up directly behind us.  What a beating.

We have another parade this weekend in the Stockyards.  It is at least a daytime parade, and I am hoping it will be a little less traumatic for him.  Hoping.  Otherwise, YEEEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

Papoose #1 will be back in DFW around December 15th to start her "regroup and get my shit together" semester.  She will be taking classes online and locally, and working to save up some money.  She has gone at it a million percent the past few years and is just emotionally, physically and mentally burned the hell out.  I'm proud of her for making the decision to do things a little bit differently for a semester.  It is the right decision.

You're a mean one, Mister Grinch.........on my radio right now.

We had about 30 people show up at three minutes till closing time last night.  Yes, I was pleasant.  Yes, I was sweet and professional.  Yes, I wanted to shoot them all in the face.

I got in bed at about 1:30 this morning.  At 2:30am I jerked awake to either extremely loud crying or laughing, I couldn't decipher which, since I had been in a dead exhausted slumber and was yanked out of it and still groggy.  Stumbled down the hall to Besties room, knocked and asked her if she was ok.  She seemed confused as to why I would ask such a thing.  Ummm, I'm gonna say BECAUSE IT WAS 2:30 IN THE FUCKING MORNING AND I'M NOT USED TO LOUDNESS IN THE HOUSE DURING THOSE HOURS ON NIGHTS EVERYONE HAS TO GET UP EARLY.  Anyhow, I don't know about other people, but when I get startled awake my heart races and sometimes it even sort of upsets my stomach.  Well, that's what happened last night, so it took me a good half hour before I could fall back to sleep.  It's cool though, it's all just a settling in adjustment time for everyone.   It's part of being family  :-)

Then Mister Wonderful made sure to wake me up early this morning before he left for work.  So all in all, I ended up with about three and a half hours of interrupted sleep.  And everyone wonders why I'm an Angry Squaw!!!   Hahaha!!!!

Thanksgiving was great.  The meal came out superb.  It made me so happy that Bestie loved all of our food too.  You know how everyone does things differently, and I was so worried she wouldn't enjoy the meal.  So happy she did.  Papoose #1 was SO thrilled to have a real home cooked meal.   A full tummy was had by all.

And THEN...............Mister Wonderful started in on the Crown Royal Black.  He drank nearly a whole bottle.  Not the little bottle either, the big fucker.  His behavior was rather irritating after awhile.  I had to beat him with a metal spoon to get him to go to bed and leave everyone alone.  No, that is not a normal thing.  But after HOURS of him saying and doing INCREDIBLY inappropriate things and everyone being entertained by, then patient with him, after HOURS of him wanting to fight the men and wrestle the girls.....we were done.  He refused to get up and leave the room.   So I beat the hell out of him with a metal spoon then ran for my life as he lumbered along behind me threatening to kill me.  By the time he made it to the bedroom, he had forgotten he was pissed off.  I poured him into bed and spent the last few hours before daylight keeping an eye on him, rousing him up every so often to make sure he would respond.  I was terrified he had poisoned himself.

Fucktard.

Oh yeah, a couple times during the evening, he actually pulled his balls out of his basketball shorts, to show everyone how huge they are.  Yes, he really did that.  Another time, I look up and he's got his shorts down off his ass, bent over, making his ass cheeks talk.

*Sigh*

I was up and out early a few hours later, buying horse feed and making last minute preparations for the parade.

Evidently when he finally roused out of bed the next day, he asked one of our house guests "Why does my head hurt so bad???"  guest replied "That would be the Crown" then he asked the guest "Why does my body hurt so much???" to which the guest replied "Well, THAT would be your wife!!!"

I can't say I didn't enjoy that part just a tiny little bit.

Rat Bastard.