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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by sheer honesty, or you think me having my own opinions is "being negative", then this is not the place for you, and I suggest you leave and head elsewhere. I call a spade a spade, and I don't sugarcoat anything.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Forever Stalkers

I knew it!! Bill Waggoner is still stalking me!! HAHA!!! I won $10 from Katrina. :) A couple of times I got comments from people whose avatar showed them in Anonymous masks, and they were right after I wrote about Anonymous in this blog. There is a world of difference between Bill Waggoner and Anonymous! If you're good at spotting the difference like I am, you can tell the difference. Bill Waggoner just says they're going to do something, and really do nothing. Anonymous does without warning. Bill Waggoner is just a bunch of buffoons, Anonymous is serious stuff. Bill Waggoner is trying to be like Anonymous, but they will never be Anonymous.

I found out this morning that Bill Waggoner is still stalking me because some idiot posted a comment about Bill Waggoner. I didn't really read the comment, I saw the words Bill Waggoner and figured that was all I needed to see, and I ignored the comment and blocked the idiot. I don't even know what he said about Bill Waggoner. I just figured if he is with this dumbass, then he needs to be blocked and ignored. I am still hellbent on ignoring these kind of people. There are some comments I just don't read, and don't need to read. It may even have been these guys that told the people of that apartment in Bozeman about this blog. Too bad for them, I was already on the way out. But if that is the case, then I owe the dirty dozen an apology. LOL! But once I was on the way out I didn't have to look back.

They look in at this blog all the time, too bad Bill Waggoner cannot read! If he could read, he would have known I do not accept negative comments at all anymore. I don't even need to read his comments to know they are going to be negative. He thinks he's being funny, but really, he's showing he is nothing but an illiterate dumbass. He's just pissed off because I told the people on the Craigslist pet forum that he is calling people who leave missing pet ads on Craigslist and telling them that he killed their pet or will only give their pet back if they have sex with him. So now he has nothing to do. But at least I pissed him off! LOL! That's good anyway. :) And I would do it all again, if I ever catch him calling missing pet ads telling the owners things like that. Yes, I will do it all again! Bill Waggoner can piss and moan all he wants, I will continue to tell on him. :)

Too bad for him, I have nothing bad to say about the people here. So far everyone here has been so nice and helpful. My neighbors are great! And I am home again. That is the important thing. I so missed being home. No body needs to worry about me saying bad things about them, as long as they don't cross me. So far, no one here has done that. They did it all the time in Bozeman, but then again there, I was living next door to a bunch of wierdos, drunkards and drug-addicts. Not all of them were like that, there were a handful of people there that I liked and respected. Some people I liked when I first met them, but later turned out to be assholes, even long before they read this blog. Matter of fact, I thought they already knew about this blog. The only person I said anything bad about that I wish I hadn't was Deb. But not her husband. I don't give a shit that I offended him, because he was being an asshole. He still was even after I left there. Honestly I don't know how Deb can stand being married to that jerk. I would not want to be married to someone like that. And that is why I refuse to be married to this day. Besides the fact that I just would not like sharing my house with a man.

I remember when I was looking for a roommate, a couple of people called me that said they had men who lived in the house. My ad clearly stated I do not want to live in the same house with a man. One of the people who called even said they only have one bathroom. That was an immediate no. I especially do not want to share a bathroom with a man. And Patti wondered why I did not want to get married (I'm not sure, but I think she had some kind of plan to marry me off to someone!) But I don't want to get married. I don't care if 100 suiters propose to me, and are the best-looking and richest bachelors in town, I still would not want to marry. Though I won't say that I wouldn't admire. LOL! Marriage means being tied down, and I don't want that. At least dogs can travel. Men, unless it is their occupation to travel, cannot. Right now, work is looking good, so Katrina and I are planning a possible trip to Victoria Is. Gonna catch the ferry up there and stay for a couple days and have fun this summer. As beach-combing pals.

As for Bill Waggoner, well, it's nice to know I am so important to some stranger's life. But too bad for him anything he says on my videos will be rejected, and may not even be read. I suspected the anonymous posts had to be him, because I don't think Anonymous has any interest in me. Only Bill Waggoner, and he's not the same thing.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Playing Devil's Advocate

There is a group I look in on from time to time, and there is this post that keeps coming up. Someone was selling a fancy mongrel pup to someone for the agreed on price of $200. She agreed to meet the buyer in a parking lot. She said the dog was what she calls a "morkie". Someone had to tell me what that is; a cross of yorkshire terrier and maltese. I thought it was Mork and Mindy's lovechild. That's what it sounds like to me. I don't keep up with these mongrel names. I still think they're dumb. They have no meaning, except to the gullible and ignorant. At least the name Yorkshire Terrier means it is a terrier from the Yorkshire region of England. And the name Maltese refers to the region that breed comes from. But to me, "morkie" will always mean nothing but Mork and Mindy's lovechild. LOL! "Morkie" has no meaning. It's just a dumb word mongrel millers use. I hate to say things like this, because the person who was cheated seems like a nice enough person. I'm just sorry she's caught into using these mongrel names as a sales pitch. And that is basically all it is.

But anyway, I am not here to tear any individuals down. She met the person and he gave her a bank-logoed envelope, took the pup in his car and drove away. When she looked in the envelope after he left, she found he had only given her $100. Not the $200 they agreed on. Well, I hate to say this, but I am going to play devil's advocate here and say she got what she deserved. NO ONE should have to pay $200 for a mongrel puppy! I wish more mongrel breeders would have something like that happen to them. Mixed breed puppies should not even be bred! There are WAY too many dogs dying in shelters. I know I really have no room to talk, because when I look for a puppy, shelters are the last places I go, if I go at all. But I have good reason for that. Most of what they have in shelters is mixed breeds (the ones with these dumb mutt names people have been giving them). Slapping a fancy name on a mixed breed dog does not make them more valuable, just as it does not make them any less a mongrel. Any fool who would pay over $100 for a mongrel aught to have their head examined! But this person offered to sell the puppy to this guy for $200, and that was marked down from it's original price, GOD only knows what it was! But knowing mutt breeders like I do, it was probably $500 or $600, or maybe even more. That person was smart! Although I don't agree totally with the way he went about getting that pup for only $100. What he should have done is look at rescues. I see ads on Petfinder all the time for maltese-yorkshire crosses. He should have gone about it that way. But I do feel bad for this person who lost the puppy, because really, Heaven only knows now what that buyer is going to do with that pup. I didn't want to say anything to upset the person who sold the pup, but it could now be in some cage, waiting to be injected with a deadly disease. And have needles poking and prodding at it. Or it could be shot down now, used as target-practice. Or used as pitbull bait. NO dog deserves that! Not even a mongrel puppy.

I did not get Minnie from a shelter, but she was a rescue. I love her a lot too. She's my sweet girl.But I am the kind of person who would rather $400 go towards the purchase of a good purebreed dog. I don't know why, but I am more fascinated by purebreeds than by mixed breeds. I guess because most of the time I was growing up, all my family ever got were mixed breeds. Except maybe Sir Knight. He was a skye terrier. But we only had him for a little while. My ma got tired of him, and my ma was one of those unfortunate people that would get pets, but not keep them long enough to get them used to the place or the family. I think we only had Sir Knight for a couple months. If that long. I was so young back then I don't really remember how long we had him. Glad I didn't grow up like that. After all these years, I still have Minnie and Vegas. And Anna still has Odessa. Of course we are not breeding anymore. Breeders often rotate stock out and in when one set of lines does not work out. I actually got tired of that. We let go of quite a few good chihuahuas doing that! But we made sure they went to good homes. I would still have Groucho, if she hadn't died on me. I was planning on retiring her after that litter was born and raised, and moving on with her babies, if she'd had a female. I was going to keep Groucho as a simple little lap-warmer. But no such luck! But I remember being a kid, and hearing all the other kids talking about their dogs. They would say things like "I've got a german shepherd!" or "I've got a chow chow!" and what did I have? Some mongrel! I felt like a lower life form. I had to say "My dog is mixed with german shepherd" or "My dog is mixed with collie" or something like that. I only had a half a breed, not a whole breed. Made me feel bad as a child! So that is why now I never get anything but purebreeds. I am happy with what I have now. I love my babies! I hope they last me a real long time! As attached as I am to them, if they go, I wouldn't survive. Losing Groucho was hard enough. That almost killed me, even 2 years after it happened. That's why I got Minnie. My Min-Min!!

Well, I don't mean to sound hateful to this breeder, and if I were still in with the big show breeders, I might have said I just hate this person. But I am not with them anymore, and have no intention of ever going back. I'm just a pet-person now. I don't even have the registration papers for either of my dogs. I am just not interested in breeding them. They are my pets. This breeder seems nice enough though. Recently she gave a couple of puppies to some people for free to become therapy dogs. One of the recipients has a child with autism. This breeder is awesome because of that! I told her I wish more breeders would do that! Show breeders say they breed for the love of the breed, but they don't. They breed for attention, fame and respect. Otherwise they would do more of what this person did and donate pups to people who do not have the money, but need a companion. But at the same time, I cannot let it slip through my mind that she also purposefully breeds mongrels, which is something I do not approve of, when so many dogs are dying in shelters. I am kinda torn in 2 different directions. Not a lot of Americans have any sympathy for people with mind-related illnesses. They just call those people crazy and laugh at them, make them feel like non-human creatures. Ya know that is something I never see in people like middle-easterners. I've met people from Pakistan, the Philippenes, and India, and when I tell them I am disabled they don't poke and make fun of me. They actually want to help me. Why aren't Americans like that? LOL! I see the difference all the time.

Well, that was how I met my partner. hehe! He's helping me out now. Well, as for the Christmas season, I must say it was a good one. I cannot afford any new gifts, so I improvised. Anna wanted a camera, so I gave her my good one. I can do without for a while. She gave me a van. hehe! She bought my ma's van that was for sale and gave it to me as a Christmas present. Anna came and spent a couple days here, and we had some fun together. We went to the casino in Sequim and had dinner there. Basically to me, Christmas is just another day. But the best thing is we got to have dinner together. Anna told me about her plan to move to Missoula, which is good. I want her to move there. Missoula is a better place than Bozeman, and it's closer to home. I also made a switch with Anna. I traded her my Keurig machine for her Sodastream machine. I have no use for the Keurig. The only flavor I tried that I liked was the apple cider. I'm not a coffee drinker, she is. But I do love sodas.

Well, yesterday when I got back on the computer, I checked my e-mails like I always do, and Anna had written to me! She told me to go to Aaron's and pick out a laptop and she would help me pay for it each month. I had to read it several times to see if I read it right the first time. I was like "Really?? I can get a laptop??" So the next thing I knew I was in the car going down to Aaron's to pick up the laptop that I wanted. That is what I am now typing on! This is great! I've been tired of using that tablet for a long time! It's too slow, and it doesn't always get online like it should! And it's also too hard to view my Facebook page. It would take forever to load the page, and then when it finally would load, I would think I was pushing one button, but instead would get something very different. It sucked relying totally on that tablet! Well, now the tablet is put away, and I got myself a more reliable laptop. I love it!!! I cannot thank my sister enough. But now I want to do something wonderful for her. I will be working in ernest on that Idaho Falls movie we made last year.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The Arrival of 2013

Well, nothing happened. The world, as we know it, was supposed to change. The only thing that has changed is my life. I had no idea my sister hated me. Or hates to be around me. She said the only thing she misses about us living together is she gets lonely traveling to different places alone. I didn't know she had some kind of a problem with me. She never mentioned it before. She never even let on that she was miserable. I always thought we were happy living together. She had her space and I had mine, she did what she wanted and I did what I wanted. She couldn't stay in Yellowstone because she admitted to both ma and pa that she missed being with the family. She didn't admit it to me though. I just don't know anymore what to believe. Perhaps if Anna had told me before that she was miserable, I would have been more understanding about her wanting to stay in Montana. We made decisions together about where to move to, and what we were going to do. Or so I thought. Never once did Anna say "No. I don't want to do this." or "No. I don't want to live there." She always seemed OK with the choices we made. But apparently, according to her, she was miserable the whole time. She told me not to take it personally, but this is what it all boils down to. There's just no other way I can take it.

Well, one thing Anna has to get used to, and that's not calling this place "home" anymore. This is not her home. She chooses to be a Montanan, so Montana is now her home. Just like if I were to move to Oregon and take up residence. I'd be calling that place home. And I am still considering it. But I cannot. Not until I finish business here. And Anna is so loony she kept talking about how I "got in trouble" with this blog, and she seemed to be enjoying blurting that out a bit too much. I kept telling her I did NOT get "in trouble" with this blog. Those people just got pissed. There's a big difference. Most of the people I offended on this blog, I don't give a shit about. They can stay pissed for all I care. But if I had gotten "in trouble" the way Anna wants to put it, I'd be in jail right now. And that is not going to happen. Only one person I offended I felt bad about, and that was Deb. But I did not even remember calling her dumb on this blog. And I found I did try to sugar-coat it when I wrote that post. She's probably the reason I've gotten soft now, because I did not want to hurt her, and when I found out I did, I felt bad about it. So now, I am kindof afraid to say something else hurtful to someone else I like. Or even just cross. If I felt the same way about Deb though as I feel about Andy or Kim, I would not have cared if I hurt her feelings and I would not be such a softie now. Sometimes I wish I did feel that way. I did not give a shit if Andy's feelings were hurt or if he was pissed off. I meant what I said about him and I am not sorry for it! Never will be. Andy thought he could shut me up by throwing a tantrum and acting like a gorilla. But in fact, he's given me much more power! LOL! And it feels good!! I hate that idiot! Always did, always will. When Angus died and I sent Andy a card, it wasn't Andy I cared about. It was Angus. Angus doesn't judge me. He was a good boy. I told my sister the next time Andy has a seizure, I hope it kills him. And I hope his final judgement will be just as harsh on him as his judgements of me and Anna has been. Then Andy can go on to Hell where he belongs. Karma can be a bitch!

I guess I should not say I hate him, I probably should just feel sorry for him and move on. He will have to face GOD one day for his actions. That won't be pretty. Because I will probably be there before him, and I will be standing by telling St. Peter that Andy was nothing better than a common bully, harassed me and my sister for no reason at all. Its not like I didn't meet him with an open mind. I try to give everyone a chance. I was nothing but nice and respectful to him. Any problems that arose were on his back, not mine. The only person in that building that really has any reason to hate me is Roger. I did call him some nasty names. That's why I did not take it personally when he called me names back. But you know what? I think Roger thinks I was in love with him, or something! When I figured that out I was like OMG! Apparently Roger took something I said on this blog the wrong way. Some time ago, in a past post, I was talking about the note I stuck on his door, and how I had enough love and respect for Roger to tell him the truth that I was the one who did it. Well, I think he read that and thought I was saying I was "in love" with him! OMG! And Roger does not seem like the type that is educated enough to know there are different kinds of love. GOD said to love your neighbor as you do yourself. Yeah! I know! I'm working on Andy. LOL! So that was what I meant. Not that I am "in love" with Roger!! Hell NO!!! Roger is no where near my type! He hates animals! And he's a wimp. I don't like wimpy men. I like men to have some muscle! And Roger is one of those truly unfortunate types that is not happy unless he is bitching about something. Can you imagine me dating a guy like him??? He'd come at me with his bitching attitude and I'd have to slap the shit out of him!

The only real friend Roger has there is this big, fat guy named Leon. I always equate looking at Leon to looking at a fiendish version of Humpty Dumpty. The guy must weigh about 800 pounds. His belly sags all the way down past his knees! Watching him walk though is almost hilarious. He sways like an egg from side to side. I may be fat, but I am nothing like Leon!! I hope I never get that big either! I swear 4 of me could fit well into his pants, and still have room for more! The day I get to be as fat as Leon, is the day I take myself out to a field and shoot myself! I never want to be that big! Anyway, the day I moved out of there, I was packing my truck and walking through the lobby, Roger and Leon were both there, and I saw Leon laughing, and he had a look on his face that was similar to the look I always saw the kids in school getting when one of their friends would get up in my face and say jokingly "so-n-so likes you!" I never believed them and I usually would just walk away without a word, because I knew it was nothing but the person being a jerk. But I would look and his idiot friends would be in the background looking at me and laughing. Well, Leon had that look on his face. Obviously Roger must have told Leon that I said in this blog that I was in love with Roger!! And I thought, "no wonder Leon was laughing! That's the silliest thing I ever heard too!" I was laughing myself! LOL! Everyone knows Roger is crazy. Even people that he apparently thinks are his friends knows he's crazy! And he must be crazy to think I was ever in love with him! It never would have happened. GOD said to love your neighbor, not to be in love with your neighbor! And not only that, I think Roger used to be a woman. I may not be married right now, but I am not gay either.

Well, my life changed once I left Bozeman. I never should have moved there in the first place. And I admit getting to where I am now was not easy, but it was an adventure, and I am here now, that's the important thing. I just wish I hadn't been so soft when I was living with Patti! There were times I wanted to tell her off so bad!! But I didn't because I wanted to make that deal work so bad, and I was afraid to say anything cross to her because of that, because I just know how I am when I get angry. I fly off the handle. I tend to scare people when I get angry, and I did not want to scare Patti. Looking back on it now, I should have said to myself "It's either her or me!" and if I get kicked out, then I just do. Before I moved to Bozeman, that would have been my attitude! And I would have acted on it and screamed at Patti so hard it would have scared the shit out of her. But I got softer there, and I just did not want to hurt another person I was supposed to like. I dunno, moving to Montana was the worst damn thing I ever did in my life! I should not have done it. It screwed me up so much!

Becoming friends with Karen though taught me something about myself. I know I am not the kind of person everyone takes to right away. That's because I have a serious distrust of strangers, and I don't usually open up to them immediately. Or I hide things about myself from them until I actually get to know them. Well, there are some things I'd rather only those closest to me knows first. But hearing Anna's testimony about me kinda has me wondering what she is telling people about me. Anna is the kind of person that always gives in, as long as the one being spoken negatively about is not herself. But she is always quick to elaborate heavily on other peoples' bad points. I know when Kathy was talking shit about me, Anna was agreeing with, and enabling, her. Anna said not one word in my defense, and I was not there to defend myself. One of the things my father told me that Kathy was pissed off about is that I left my sis in Montana alone with no one else. But Anna wanted to stay in Montana. I didn't. I hope Kathy knows that now! If we had moved to a good rental home, maybe in Missoula, I would not have minded Montana so much. But we moved to a complex in Bozeman, so far from home. I didn't like it. I wasn't happy. Anna can take care of herself, and so can I. The thing is I am not used to living in a complex. I couldn't get used to having people all around me. I'm not a people person. I am happy where I am now, once all the bugs are worked out! All my utilities are paid for, and at the end of 3 years, this RV will be mine!