The Totally Radical Thread for Crotchety Old Bitches

Isn't it, though?

And now for some crap news. There may be a dog-fighting ring in operation somewhere around here. Large breed dogs (especially pit bulls, but others as well) are being stolen form yards — over a dozen in the last couple of weeks.

Weird. And sad. Why are people messed up like that?

Gabrael — I so hope you get your money back! Don't get me started on health care. Actually, it's about the same whether I get going or not — it makes me so angry, I just lock up and can't even rant. GRRRR GRRRRRRRRRR

Maddie: That sucks. Keep an eye on your pooches. Chances are good though if it is known something is being done to find it and close it down.

Katie only goes out on the long line when I can be out there as well. That's been my SOP ever since three Januarys back, when Clint got mauled in the yard while he was out and I wasn't. I'm waiting for the neighbors to get home to alert them — they have a pittie and a doggie door. He's out alone a lot. The local branch of "Bikers Against BSL" is on the hunt for them — one car that is likely being used for pick-ups has been identified (with license #) and a second one has a description being circulated — no plate # on that one yet.

The most recent "official" word from the police department is "There is no known dog-fighting ring active in the area." Operative word there is "known".

edited 18th Sep '14 7:58:05 PM by Madrugada

Yeesh, what has the world come to when people go around stealing pets?

If the police have any sort of operation to break the ring going they likely won't say anything until they are moving. Omaha PD did something similar with Operation Purple Haze and were rolling up the whole drug ring before they let anyone know what was going on. There is also a chance they are snatching the dogs and taking them outside of city limits.

edited 18th Sep '14 8:29:50 PM by TuefelHundenIV

^ Yep. Hence the quotes around "official" and the operative word "known". I would be far more surprised if they had said "Yes, we know about it and we're working on it."

Mark: in a word, "bait dogs".

@ Mads: I remember when Clint got attacked. That was awful. And the AX thing? Hilarious.

I'm kind of falling in love with a Korean drama that I wasn't planning on watching in the first place. For the past two weeks I've said to myself "hmmm. That was interesting. I wonder what will happen next week?" I was stunned to discover that the episode I was watching this evening was over all already. "Huh, what, it's over already?" is the best reaction to an hour show ever.

I've recently discovered the joy and wonder of the euphemism blustercluck. It communicates the idea with out dropping any bombs.

I suppose "Charley Foxtrot" is a bit too obfuscated.

Anecdotage time with Aunt Maddie...

. . . .

The first dog I (we, really, he was not my dog, he was our dog) was a purebred Staffordshire Terrier. He was about the same height as Katie, but weighed probably twice what she does, or close to it.

We got him from my fourth-grade-teacher's brother and sister-in-law not long after Daddy died. He was chestnut brown with a white blaze on his chest. His ears had been docked bu not his tail. He could raise bruises with it when he was happy around my legs. Whoever had done his ears had cut them too short, and the skin never healed over the cut edges properly in all the years we had him. During the summer, every day we dosed him with fly repellent, and every couple of days, we daubed the edges with pine tar to keep the flies from biting them bloody.

The fly repellent he liked — it was a gel that smelled lemony. The pine tar, he hated — it was sticky and nasty and I can only begin to imagine how the stink must have assaulted his nose. But he stood still and let us put it on him.

He was fierce looking and scary-looking and marshmallow all the way to the core — unless you were trespassing in his turf without the permission of one of his people.

He got dog food and table scraps and during the winter, we'd get suet and simmer chunks of it in a little water then add that to his food, since he was an outside dog. One day, Mom goofed up while making oatmeal for breakfast, so she put it in his bowl in the morning. That evening when I went out to feed him, I found that he had very carefully nosed all of the oatmeal out of the bowl, and eaten everything else. Even Mom laughed.

He died of old age while I was in Alabama, either in college or after college. I found his collar and tags in the entry closet when I was cleaning out the house after Mom died, 15 years later. And I sat on the steps and I cried a while.

One of guys I work with told me today about how his last dog died. I could tell as we were talking that he was reliving it, and then he started to tear up. We got through it and then he said "damnit blackcat" and we were good.

It's weird how we expect life to be a series of huge, easily defined moments, when really it is the little tiny ordinary ones that stick.

Maddy: Ah gotcha. Sorry a bit weary today.

I have reaffirmed that I utterly suck at shooters. Just because I decided to give the MassEffect3 multiplayer a whirl. On easiest difficulty, on the first map, I died at least 12 times. In 24 minutes. After seven maps, I am up to only dying two or three times. Decided to take a break when my connection flipped out or something and started a mission without my approval, and without my controller responding. So rather than wait for my character to soak up all the bullets, I quit.

My spawnling is officially transferred over to a different cub scout pack and den. This one is far more active and doesn't pull the whole, "$120 a year bull." So I am excited about that. He needs an active education and these guys aren't new at their jobs. They've been doing this a while.

I need to take the boy clothes shopping as well. He needs some things for winter. Considering I also need just a few more things for my job, I'm taking him to the Goodwill Outlet tomorrow. It's a drive into Little Rock which is never fun, but at the outlets/warehouses, you don't buy clothes by the piece, you buy by the pound. $1.39 a pound to be exact. So I figured it would be a fun little treasure hunt for us both. And if we don't find what we need, then we can always go shopping in town, but I figured it would be fun to try this instead. They have other things besides clothes so I will probably come home with a few books because I can't seem to help myself there. I always seem to find at least one or two books in stores like that.

Then, being the frugal mother I am, I found some coupons for by one get one free at Sonic, so I can at least give him a half priced lunch.

So much to do, so little time, but other then that? I plan on doing nothing this weekend but enjoying being at home, massive puppy time, and probably making some baked goodies for my boys. I have some awesome boys. They deserve it.

ROFL Onion article that is amusing.

edited 19th Sep '14 3:55:35 PM by TuefelHundenIV

So I had like three bottles of beer (Molson, Miller, Budweiser), and three drinks (gin & tonic, rum & coke, vodka & Red Bull).

You know how some people say you get more inspiration for writing when you're drunk. Well, either I'm not the case, or they're full of shit because I can barely think anything right now. I mean...shit, I had this really great explosion of ideas and I wanted to add to that, but now my head feels blanked out.

All I'm feeling is the hotness of my head, slight dizziness, and I kind of feel like throwing up, simply because I had too much liquid. I don't feel the need for restroom, for some reason. Woohoo.

I'm at a pizza store with free wifi. Will I be able to walk back home safely? Find ou in the next episode of oh who am I kidding, I'm not even misspelling anything and walk straight (I think?), I'm probably not even drunk right now.

Well, if I ak, this is probably my second drunkposting here. Woo.

I need go to bed. Come (not so) sweet hangover.

...You're supposed to drink until you're relaxed, not until you're !@#$ing blotto. Walk safely and stay out of dark alleys.

Well. I just learned that a more or less estranged relative has gone and made themselves famous on the internet... for being a douche.

Awesome. :P

I'm very sad and embarassed for them. They have been on a self-destructive path for decades and it's just... you know, how many fucking rock bottoms are there? Personally, I would've said uncle years ago, but whoops, down they go again. What's below "Become internationally reviled"?

Oh, actually I already know the answer to that — it's "Defend yourself in the comments section under a pseudonym."

Fucking hell, that's sad. And that's their biggest problem, you know? They're always blameless, it's always someone else out to get them. That's some serious fucking mental illness, there, I'm telling you. They say Depression lies and tells you you're a piece of shit, nobody likes you, give up... I don't know what this is — Narcissistic Personality Disorder? This tells you you're fucking awesome. Forget that bitch! That asshole doesn't know what he's talking about! Never quit being you, baby. You're the best.

I so hope this shit isn't genetic. :P

Mona: Oh dear. I won't ask what they did but that is definitely something isn't it. So far you seem reasonably grounded and no douche canoe alarms have gone off. Even if it is genetic you likely dodged a bullet.

edited 20th Sep '14 2:47:42 PM by TuefelHundenIV

Good news: it has a genetic basis, yes. But, it'll be one of those complex, multi-node, interconnected, genetic architectural structure types. Besides, if you catch a budding narcissist early, those gene nodes can be bashed into some form of "at least think before you wreck your life" mode of expression.

edited 20th Sep '14 8:58:02 AM by Euodiachloris

Epigenetics FTW!

Tuefel — Hehe... I was thinking of my kids and their kids (poor dears), but I appreciate that all the same. Always good to hear you're not an douche! :)

I think they may be ok as well. Mommy making sure helps a lot too.

Daw foxes. So cute. Just like weird dogs.

I love foxes. That was great. :D

re: the kids. Yeah, fortunately this relative's ex is a great parent with a really good support network, and my relative basically lost visitation rights years ago. I think the kids' situation is really good, all things considered, though there is still a lot of stress since they all live in the same town. Yay, restraining orders... :/

Today was a good day for scouts. Between both locations we did about $1900 in sales.

Now we just need to match that on the next three weekends and we might make it to next year.

I spent $39 for 29 pounds of clothes today. For 57 pieces that is about $1.40 a piece.

Then we went to the Traditional Goodwill store and got a few more things for him.

So for the both of us, I was able to get him set for winter and me some more work clothes for under $80.

Oh, and I even picked up a few things for Aprilla and the puppies because spoiling my family is always fun.