...worth it.

Lord help me. Some of you fuckers amaze me. 

What amazes me more, is that y'all live in the same damn world as me and still don't understand the detached method of living that I've chosen. I don't know how y'all survive....

But here's what I do know: 

You can miss someone, but still not want them around you. 

As is life, we meet people, we get to know people, we form friendships and relationships with people, we end up getting both the good and the bad from people. Does that mean you have to accept their bad in your life forever? Nope. Does that mean you forget the good that is there? Nope. But when the bad outweighs the good, it's best to simply walk away. Smile about the good shit when you feel like it, but leave it there. 

You can love someone from afar, just the same as you can up close.

When the bad outweighs the good, and you walk away, it doesn't mean you have to stop caring about that person. You can care for someone from far away, just the same as you can up close. I mean, seriously...it's fine to think of someone often, legitimately wish them the best in life - doesn't mean you have to tell them that. Telling them won't change anything, anyhow. So when the good goes bad, step back and stand there....care, but not at your own expense. 

When you throw unnecessary emotions out the window - the first one to crawl back is happiness.

Misery loves company, oh yes, that do be true. And people will always try to put their shit on you, like you ain't already got enough of your own shit going on. You have to start deciding what is necessary, and what's not. Not everyone's problem is your problem. Not everyone's feelings have to become your feelings. If it has no direct impact on you and your well being, block that negative shit out at all costs. 

This one is tough, and sometimes it looks a bit psychotic, at least for me. But please know, if you are ever trying to bring your drama to me, trying to involve me in something that I don't need to be involved in, or are just flat out being nasty and trying to hurt my feelings....you'll see a blank look fall over my face like all emotion just left my body -  because that's exactly what happened. Chances are I zoned out to think about pit bull puppies and mud trucks just long enough to forget what you just said. And chances are, the next words out of my mouth are going to be, "nah, not today bro." and I'm gonna skip right over that and go right back to smiling.

When you finally master this and manage to get all the negative gone from your life, there's gonna be way more room for positive shit to enter...and the effect that's gonna be left is called happiness. 

Once you get happiness back, the only thing you have to do from there on out....is protect it. 

Once you finally get to this point, where the happiness comes back and takes over, you'll embrace the shit out of it. When your happiness becomes solely based on yourself and no one else, the only thing you'll want to do is protect it. And then, when some tool-shed walks into your life and tries to take it from you, you'll repeat all the above steps without even knowing it. And when people you don't expect to ever do you wrong do, and they will, you'll repeat the above steps and it'll be easier for you. That's when you will discover that you can sit at your house all alone and be just as happy as you would be surrounded by a group of people. Either way - you're gonna be just fine, because you are now in control.

Now, I'm not saying this applies to everybody, of course you need to be there for your family, for the ones that you have met along the way that are more good than bad. When you find good people, you gotta hold on to those people for dear life...like, both hands, white knuckles, don't ever let go.

...because they are the ones who are gonna laugh at you when you let something serious roll off your back like it's nothing.   

...they are the ones who are gonna have your back when someone tries to hurt you. 

...they are the ones who are gonna understand you. 

...they are the ones who are gonna be happy for, and enjoy the happiness with you. 

...they are the ones who are gonna make you kermit the frog memes. 

...they are the ones who are gonna make it all worth it. 

#detachfuckers #thankmelater

...tell me what's not to love?

“there’s nothing I’d change about those days, you’re the sweetest thing about my past;
there’s a part of me that hopes you found your dreams and you’re happy wherever you’re at…but there’s a part of me, that wants that summer back.”

It’s official, the one y’all love to hate has caught vacation fever. I’m lookin’ at 9 days of sleepin’ late, drinkin’ early, and doin’ whatever the fuck I want. 9 days of no responsibilities, not bein’ an adult, no grown ass woman shit. 9 days of good times, sunshine & summertime. 9 days of remembering exactly why this is my favorite week, celebrating all the good stuff, and being thankful that - while I wouldn’t change any of them…

….I can’t say that I want any of my old summers back anymore.

Being independent as I am, super stubborn and free spirited - Independence Day is a day I always celebrate to the fullest, because it’s America’s birthday, and I am grateful. All that I do, the opportunities that I have, the life that I live…is all accredited back to those who fought and died for this land. Life, Liberty the Pursuit of Happiness, that is what it’s all about.

I’m sure being born with a summer soul goes without mention, I’m sure y’all know by now that I love this shit. Independence Day just happens to be the only holiday that falls right in the middle of my favorite season...

…and the boomsticks are an added bonus. (snakes & sparklers. ooooh, ahhhhh!)

Growing up, the 4^th of July holiday meant that we were most likely going to load up a convoy of boats and trucks and tents, and sometimes a “mobile hacienda”. We’d go spend several days somewhere, living the primitive life, trying to survive while our parents tried to kill us on the lake in the tubes, eating great food and enjoying being around all of our favorite people, laughing and taking full advantage of that fore-mentioned happiness.   

Sometimes it meant that we’d have a cookout on the ridge, and all of our favorite people would come over and do basically the same thing, except the one who had to survive was Dawg, and his life was threatened by bottle rockets and roman candles instead of lakes and tubes. I’d give anything to spend another 4^th of July with my favorite target, his stop drop and roll game was on point! His funeral actually fell right in the middle of my favorite week 2 years ago, but instead of letting that put a damper on things - I let it be yet another reason to remember him and all the good times, another reason to celebrate his life, another reason for this week to be sentimental to me…

….I plan to rock that red white & blue bandana all week long, so a part of him will be with me.

After I grew up and got a real job, I still made sure that the week of the 4^th was mine, all mine. I was hired in June, so I always got all my vacation time back just in time to use it. I remember filling out the vacation request sheet for the farm book slave drivers - since all time off was approved on a first come, first served basis, I wrote “the week of the 4^th, from now until infinity” on the date line, just to be sure mine was in first. I lived at Nana’s and she still had the pool. I would sleep until the sun hit the deck, roll out of bed and into a bathing suit, ride to the beer store, stock the cooler, and then float in the sun all day, every day. Back then, the majority of the family was able to get the week off with me, and even better, most of us all lived on Sunnyside within walking distance of each other...

…That one week, each year, I was able to enjoy the summer just like I was a kid again.

As luck would have it, the good ol’ Henry County Fair rolls into town that same week, how Henry County got the best week, I’ll never know. But that means that there is an average of about 3 evenings that something cool is happening real close to home, and I can go and not worry about being in bed at a decent time. Dirt Drags, Demo Derbys, Mud Bogs….I mean, tell me what’s not to love? (Do any of y’all remember the year they had the truck tug in the pull pit? OH. MY. STARS. Those “standing tall” 2WDs though! That was probably the best show I’ve ever seen at the fair…except for the one time the big ass tire flew off the super duper mud buggy and the driver won with the remaining 3 tires! Or maybe the time that they set the fence on fire during the boomstick show….lol)  Back then, Tesla had a boyfriend with a license, and we had a deal…you drive and I’ll buy...

…Those were quite a few good years! We had a real good run.

Now, the last few years have been straddling the struggle bus…I ain’t gonna lie. Not that there weren’t good moments and good times, because there were. (Like last year, for instance, when I sank the Lincoln in a mud pit on purpose because there wasn’t anywhere else to park at the Demo Derby. And then immediately after Fig and some other cool kids pushed it out, I sucked a chewy sweet tart down my windpipe and Fig had to knock the shit out of me to dislodge it, and ultimately saved my life.) But it seems like for the last few years, either nobody was off work with me so I was bored, I wasted it doing shit I didn’t want to do because someone else was off with me, or it rained all damn week, or I had to be productive and make shit happen instead of relaxing.

…They just really haven’t measured up to vacations past.

This year though, the weather is looking favorable - not perfect, but decent. I’ve got a blow up puddle in the back yard that’s all cleaned up and perfect for chillen, sunnin’ and drinkin’ beers all day, so the absence of Nana’s pool won’t be an issue. My Madre, Randaddy and my Clayfus are all off work all week with me so I won’t be bored. I’ve got two kick ass puppies that are gonna love, love, love not having to spend the best part of the day in their kennels. And the most awesome part about this vacation is that this is going to be first week of the 4^th, since I was about 13 years old or so, that is not going to be directly affected and/or influenced by…

…well you know what? it doesn’t matter, so it doesn’t matter.

I will leave y’all with this awesome shit tho: 

Remember that StayCation…

…when we found Clay at the beer store in Eminence and took him to the mud run, and he hit a dude so hard his glasses flew over the truck, and then I had to call his mom and tell on him.

…when we stuck big ass sparklers in the holes of the bed of (it doesn’t matters anymore’s) truck, lit them and then did donuts in the field in the back 40 at the fair.

…when me and Fig stocked the pink cooler three layers deep with Coors Light, drank every one of them, and still didn’t catch a buzz at the Dirt Drag races because it was 110 degrees in the shade and we kept sweating the beer out.

…when the monsoon hit us at the fair and we were parked in the back 40, and even though we made a mad dash to the Blazer our phones still got fucked up.

…when Uncle Scotty made me get up and go fishing with him at the Rod & Gun Club and I caught the biggest channel cat I’ve ever caught to date.

…when spunky little p-money was born.

…and I renamed my best good cousin Anthony by drunkenly spelling his name wrong when adding his number to my phone at the Demo Derby. Antonio Btown. J

…when we backed my beloved tahoe up to the mud pit and opened the barn doors, and then only let cool people stand inside them.

…when I had all of my besties in one place at a bonfire on my favorite holiday and we took this epic ass picture:

…when I got stuck on the ferris wheel with Bobby Moody and then we watched the whole mud run, left and drove to Sparta for Summer Sanitarium?

...when I got this blue eyed devil dog, and fell completely in love. 

  

 …when I broke my finger off swinging off the rope into the swimming hole in Trimble County, grabbed a Ziploc bag of ice and still rode rides at the fair like a boss?

...when they cancelled the mud run because it was muddy, and we had to jump the spectrum and trade in our jeans for dresses...and the fair for a variety club. 

  

…when Tesla got in a fight at the fair and they threw her out, so we walked her to the Blazer, changed her shirt and put a hat on her, snuck her back to the mud run and watched the rest of it?

...when we met all our buddies out on the lake, and Hippie tried to go beer for beer with Fig, and it didn't work. And Duran had to drive the boat, load the boat and then pull the boat home and park it.

...and then last year when Almost Country played a show to kick off my StayCation, and I almost threw up on an asshole's shoes in my driveway...I should have aimed better!

...cheers, fuckers! I've got 8 working hours to go. #staycation2016 

...try me sunday, if you must...

Happy Friday, fuckers!

I know that I’ve complained before about being bored at work when the boss man is off on a fancy vacation, but damn….today we aren’t even running an administrative skeleton crew. Like, comparing this shit to a skeleton, there would be one bone. I guess the most important bone would be spine, right? So yeah, we’re running a backbone crew, and guess who gets to be that most important bone today?

Really, the whole Evergreen Building is vacant right now because of a big meeting, and those who didn’t have to go to that meeting took the day off because they are stripping and waxing the floors. So, here I am, barricaded in by lobby chairs, all by myself…and the damn shit they are using on the floor smells straight up like a perm! I guess the upside of that is the threat of asphyxiation gave me a good reason to shut the air off and open up all the windows…gotta look at the bright side…I almost feel like I’m outside enjoying the day. :)

But, it’s only 10:00 am….and I’m just about over it already. At this rate, it’s gonna be a long ass day. I hate sitting around not doing anything when there are tons of other things I could be doing. Like, for instance, finishing my fancy fenced in pool porch, so I can fill up my fancy blow up chillen pool, so I can chill in the water, drink beers, catch a tan and avoid people. (Not all people, just the stupid ones.) However, one must learn patience…and I’m trying real hard. I just gotta wait a little bit longer than I care to wait. 4:00 pm just seems so far away….

Also, in other awesome news from the Crow’s Nest…y’all ain't gonna believe this shit but I swear it’s true….THE SINK IN THE LITTLE BATHROOM FUCKING WORKS! Ha! Only took 3 years to get that shit accomplished! We won’t discuss that, but we can sure wash our damn hands up in that bitch now! Pays to know the right people, or so I’m told. Such a sweet, sweet victory!

And meanwhile, across the yard…there used to be an area that we always mowed around, that was all grown up and trashy lookin’. Honestly, I just mowed around it because whoever mowed the yard before I bought the place mowed around it. Didn’t know why and I never investigated, I just assumed there was good reason behind it. You know what they say when you assume though, right? smdh. Anyhow, went all hard ass in the weeds a couple weeks ago, and we discovered that the only thing in that whole big mess of overgrown shit that one would need to mow around, that whole big mess of overgrown shit that was about 10’ long and 4’ wide….was a damn creek rock, and a small piece of wood. And, I’m so not kiddin’….you can’t make this shit up. Been mowing around dumb shit for 2 years. What the fuck?

But, in that spot where the mower never went, I now have a superb little garden. It’s my first garden. And being the selfish asshole that I am, I’m only growing the shit that I like. Peppers, cucumbers & corn. Or, as the signs I painted for my superb garden say, “pepperz, cukumberz, & kernz”. Don’t know the first thing about a garden, but I figure if I water it, keep the critters out, and chop the weeds out periodically….it might work out. I haven’t killed anything thus far, so I’m gonna stick with that plan.

Just celebrated Loki Joe’s 2^nd birthday last weekend. That dog is rotten to the core, and then some. He ain’t worth a damn dime - I guess that means he’s priceless. :) Anyhow, the blue eyed boxer took a birthday trip to the Rural King with me, and got a new leash, new tennis balls, a big ol’ bag of pig ears and lots of love from the other Rural King patrons. Then we cooked his ass a big ol’ steak on the grill, and he loved every minute of it. He’s such a turd, but I love his white ass. :) I don’t want him to get any older though, it seems like the 13 years I had with Diesel Ray flew by, and the years are doing the same with Loki and Slim. I can’t even cope.

I’ve booked myself completely up tomorrow - with an event called “not doing shit” that lasts all day. I plan to drink beers (maybe margaritas?) in my fancy blow up chillen pool, on the fancy fenced-in pool porch, while the puppies run wild in the yard. If y’all need me tomorrow, that’s where you will find me….but no, I’m not doing anything for you. No, I’m not leaving the house. And no, I’m not putting my puppies up so you can come over with your children. No, no, and no. Tomorrow, I plan to enjoy the effort I put forth every day, and by enjoy - I mean don’t come at me with no bullshit. Try me Sunday, if you must. :)

And before I go, I just want to put it out there again that a co-worker of mine tragically lost her baby boy, Emmett, yesterday. He was 8 months old. It really bothers me when bad things happen to good people, life just shouldn’t work that way. However, it does and we must endure it because we can't change it. This girl is as sweet as she can possibly be, and I hate that she is living this nightmare right now. Her best friend wrote what is below on the gofundme page that they have set up for her. Please read it, and help her if you can via the link at the bottom. She needs all the support she can get, and the last thing she should have to think about right now is money. Be the good in the world people, because one day it might be you. Tomorrow isn’t promised to any of us, and that’s a true story.

“I am not exactly sure what to say, but today my best friend lost her precious baby boy. This is a very difficult time for her and she needs all the help she can possibly get, emotionally and financially. Sarah is the strongest person I have ever known to walk this earth and she does anything and everything she can for her children, family, and friends. All I am asking is that you please, please donate anything you can to her in this time of need. Even if it's only a dollar anything will help her. She isn't going to be able to work for a while and bills still have to get paid as well as the funeral expenses and she has a 3 year old daughter. There are countless people out there that love and care for her and know what a great person and mother she is. Not that anyone ever deserves something so horrific to happen to them, but it is the absolute worst that she has to be the one living this nightmare. I wish that I could take all of her pain away but there's only so much we can say or do for her at this time. But I want to make damn sure the last thing she's going to have on her mind is money. Please share this, spread the word, make private donations directly to her if that makes you feel more comfortable. Anything in the world will help. Thank you so much. We need to give this sweet baby boy a beautiful service and celebration of his life. He was too pure and the world just wasn't ready for him.” - Jessica Crain

Raising Funds For Sarah Hedges 

some people feel the rain; others just get wet.

"One day it started raining, and it didn't quit for four months. We been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin' rain... and big ol' fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath. Shoot, it even rained at night..."


I wish I could find the words to adequately describe my frustration level with this stupid ass soggy weather. 
I've got sunflowers and cucumbers to get in the ground. A yard to mow. A tan to work on. A creek to swim in. 
I've got t-shirts that I just cut the sleeves off of that I need to wear, and jeans that I just cut the legs off of too....
I've shit going on that requires good weather. This is all just fuckin' unacceptable. Fuck. 
I feel like I'm living in Vietnam with Forrest Gump & Benjamin Buford Blue right now. 
At least I've got the puppies to lean up against so I don't have to sleep with my head in the mud. 
That's why we a good partnership. We be watchin' out for one another. Like brothers & stuff.

Speaking of the puppies, I need to get Slim a new pool to occupy her time.
Her Uncle Fig ran over her old one with the lawn mower. Don't ask, cuz I don't know how that happened. 
But Thunderbutt is gonna require one too big to possibly cram in the Lincoln this year. 
Until I figure this situation out, I guess I'm just gonna have a pretty little wet and muddy princess. 
Cuz Slim doesn't discriminate. Clean water, puddle water, creek water, rain water - it's all the same to her. 
She must get that from me. I'd swear she was a Pisces too, if I didn't know better. 
I just wish she could bathe herself. 

Speaking of the mower, all this damn rain and the jungle that erupted from my yard broke boozer last week. 
One stripe left to whack down, and boozer decided he was just not gonna mow anymore. 
Not even one more stripe. Not even a little more. Not even at all. 
I've had the worst luck with belts and pulleys this year. I'm tellin' ya. 
Me and boozer haven't really been vibin' on the same kick ass wavelength. He's starting to piss me off, really. 
And as we speak, the yard turning into a jungle again. Fuckin' rain. Fuckin' grass. Fuckin' wet grass.
It's the wrong month for this. All this rainy shit was supposed to happen in April. 

Not being able to mow and grow and weed and create awesome shit outside has left me oh, so bored. 
And the lack of an available sidekick has made the rainy day boredom even worse. 
Finally got a sensible schedule, and my homies got significant others. Go figure. 
And it just keeps raining, it never stops raining! 
And it makes me tired. And it makes me sad. I've waited all winter for this to be over! 
I'm going to have a full blown adult tantrum if this shit wastes much more of my spring!

I've been planning cool shit for months, and waiting and waiting. Shit makes me anxious. 
At least I still have Netflix when it rains. Netflix never lets me down. Except when it rains really hard. 
I have my thunder buddy too, even if she uses my flesh for traction to run away when it thunders. 
And I have my soul puppy, even though he's normally wide fuckin' open and doesn't give a shit about rain.
I apparently have the ability to write about rain in short sentences and arrange them in crazy little paragraphs. 
And when it rains, I have the rain. If nothing else, I have an over-abundance of the fucking rain. 

RAIN! 

You better just let it go.

You know, sometimes I can sit here and answer 250 phone calls a day and not even have to use to my brain to do it. I can tune out everything except the name of the person the caller needs, match up the name with the extension number and never miss a beat....and boom bitches, it's a wrap. 

Some days, it's takes all I've got to even make myself reach for the receiver when it rings. 85% of you fartknockers that call here are hands down, no questions asked, no way to sugar coat it, plain and simple - phone idiots. Some days, the other end of the line just sucks the life right out of me.  

So let's talk about this, y'all. Here are 5 different scenarios that I battle through, numerous times, every. single. day. 

"I missed a call from there." *crickets*  

Okay, and? There are roughly 90 phones in this damn building and they all have the ability to make an outside call. Actually, there's 88 phones, and I know because I counted the son of a bitches, but that's not the point. The point is, if you don't have a damn clue which of those 88 phones called you, chances are - I don't either. But yes, oh yes, I will help you Forrest Gump your damn way through this situation. 

"Do you know anyone who works here?" No. 

"Do you have a family member that lives here?" No. 

"Have you applied for a job here recently?" OH! YES! THAT'S IT! 

Fuck my life. 

"I need to talk to my girlfriend, Jane Doe." 

I'm sure the culprit of this one is the fact that cell phones are considered to be illegal devices, contraband if you will, here at headquarters. So rather than risk getting fired over the illegal communication device, might as well have your overbearing, clingy, controlling ass old man just call the main line so I can deal with him too! Why not? Works for me! 

"Do you know which suite she normally works on, or what class she's usually in?" No. 

Great, so let me stop what I'm doing and page for her, wait for her to call me back from wherever she's at, so I can then hang up with her, pick your call back up and transfer you down to her....all so you can make sure her sheisty ass is at work where she belongs. My guess is that you're probably calling from the phone she isn't allowed to have, while you're probably out blowing her money and running all the gas out of her damn car! 

10 minutes of my life wasted. 

(Now, I understand that the every once in a while calls may due to sick children, or things that are actually important...but those ones that call all the time, every day - yeah - those are the ones.)

"This is Joe, calling on a recorded line, can I speak to Jane Doe?" 

Bill collectors are the devil. It takes a special kind of asshole to sign up for that job.

I always ask, "Is this a personal call?" 

And they always lie, "No, it's a business matter." 

Okay, well good. Now that we got that out of the way...I explain that we are a healthcare facility, that the person they need is in our direct care department, and that they can't be pulled off the floor to take personal calls. 

And they always try again, "It's not personal, it's business." 

Okay, well good. Now that we go that out of the way...I always ask what the matter at hand is exactly, so that I can transfer them to someone who is not in our direct care department and can surely help them just the same. Then they get mad, sometimes talk shit, and then hang up on me - like I'm the asshole. 

"I've been trying to call Jane down at the main office for about an hour and I can't get ahold of her." 

And again, I normally just reply with "Okay?" 

And I get, "Can you tell me if she is in?" 

Uhm, no, because you just called me on a totally different number, at a totally different location that is 45 minutes northeast of where she is. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, I can do if she isn't answering her phone, because you know what, you damn tool-shed, the only way I have to get in contact with her is to CALL HER as well.  No super duper walkie talkies, no way to send super power telepathic messages, no go-go gadget eyes to see into her office from here. I'm all out of options to help instantly gratify you if the phone doesn't work. 

But you know what, I will send an email for you - in addition to the voicemail that you have left already - with the same damn message in it that you have left on the voicemail already, and we will see if that helps to get you a call back any sooner? Chances are, she'll get them both at the same time and it won't help at all - but by God, I'll do it for ya.  

"I need to speak with nurse Jane." 

"Okay, do you happen to know which nurses station she is in?" No, but I do have an extension number. Oh, bless your pea pickin' heart! That's awesome! Please, by all means, provide me with that fantastic information! 

But tell me....why didn't you just ask to be connected to that extension in the first place?! 

This type of shit right here folks, is why you will never...ever...see me happy to answer my own damn phone on my own time. 

And also why very, very few of you will ever actually succeed at getting me to answer the damn thing, happy about it or not. 

Serious business, especially on days like to day - if that shit ain't textable.......you better just let it go. 

Keep It Simple, Stupid.

I've got some adapting to do, and I just can't figure out which way I wanna adapt. But when dealing with tons of people on a daily basis, one really must have a plan...because chances are, each day, you're gonna run into an idiot. 

COMMON SENSE IS RARE.
Personally, when someone feels the need to explain shit to me that I'm smart enough to already understand on my own, I find it condescending - so I try not to be that way to others.

Like, who the fuck do you think you are trying to explain to me what a fitted sheet is at 21 years old? And yes, I actually can figure out by the words that are printed on the water bottle label that one is purified water and one is water from a spring. And believe it or not, I can chew gum and walk at the same time too! 

But I'm starting to realize that when that happens to me, it's not because people think that I'm stupid, it's because people have adapted and accepted the fact that most people are stupid, and it becomes a habit to explain normal, simple, common sense things that shouldn't need an explanation. 

I DON'T WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND.
I, on the other hand, have not adapted or accepted this but I might have to....because it never fails, every time I give someone the benefit of the doubt and think, Nah, surely they got this...I'm wrong, and they most definitely do not have it.  

For example, I sent a list of information out via email today to a committee leader (who is way further up the ladder and makes way more money than I do, mind you.) with two items highlighted that were in question. I explained to him that I had requested the information that we needed to verify those last two items, and once it was received the list would be good to go. The person I requested the information from replied back to both of us shortly after, with the information we needed. I assumed that the committee leader would put 2 and 2 together at that point and go with it, so I did nothing further. Some time later the committee leader sends an email to the rest of the committee that says, "we have everything we need except for the information we are waiting on from Jessica, it should come sometime today." Fuckin' really? Do I really need to hold your adult hand, right now? You got the same email that I did. The same information. Use. Your. Brain. 

I know that I would spend less of my time shaking my damn head at the world if I could just revert back to the old school days of Mr. Seibert and make the KISS method a part of my everyday living pattern. You know...KEEP IT SIMPLE, STUPID - and never ever assume that anyone is going use their brain, ever. 

THE EASY WAY OUT. 
Knowing that you can lead an idiot to knowledge, but you can't make him think - it seems that sometimes it's easier to not assume, to not explain, but to just do shit yourself so you know it's done right. My trouble with this is that it makes shit too easy for people - it allows them to continue being stupid and requires more effort outta me. Why should they get to stay lost in left field and not even attempt to use their thought processes, when they are the ones lacking? I know that I can't save the world but I don't think I'm okay with putting forth extra effort to enable stupidity, either.

Example: A supervisor told a staff member here at headquarters today that they don't make overhead pages correctly, so they need to have me do their pages from now on. As opposed to? Say, teaching them how to do it right? Like I don't already page enough? Negative, that's just not gonna work for me.


I really don't know which way is the best way to go, here - it pisses me off when people are dumb and you can't count on them, it takes a lot of my effort to try and improve their ignorance, and it takes a lot of my effort to pick up their slack if I don't...I'm just like, what the hell? All options seem kind of fucky to me but I guess that's the price you pay to be a smart ass in a world full of dumb asses.

...and they say that being brilliant is a blessing. hmph. 

Plant A Key, Destroy A Life. (Fuck Manitowoc County!)

So, how of many of y'all done watched Making A Murderer on Netflix? Can I see a show of hands on how many of y'all found reasonable doubt during that trail, and would not have convicted that poor backward fucker again, had you been on that jury? Really all I could come up with to say up after spending like, 10 hours of my life watching it and then hearing the verdict was: BULLSHIT!

I know that y'all basically know at this point that I'm a sucker for the long shot and I seem to always find myself rooting for the underdog and trying to save a motherfucker that can't be saved - that being the case, my opinion may be a bit biased because I sure to seem to love me a good idiot. But y'all also know that I'm basically a mastermind...I'm smart, paranoid and intuitive. Which means that I tend to figure shit out pretty quickly and I'm rarely wrong.  I really should have done something with my life, but that's neither here nor there. And I'm telling y'all what - stubborn as I am on top of all that - had I been on that jury...I sure would have caused a stink!

Now, I'll admit that I went into this one with a slightly jaded view. Michele and I had discussed this show a few days prior, and during our conversation she gave me the back story and basically said, "I watched the story on his original case on Dateline, and I'll give him that one...but they found the missing woman's body, and her car on his property and they knew that she had been there to see him. I can't see how he didn't do it." And I agreed, I mean - one would think that would be enough to prove that he was involved. But oh, no no no. 

Sitting here Sunday, refusing do anything that required effort and bored out of my wits, I decided that a new Netflix binge was in order. Hadn't been on a good one since the last season of OITNB came out - so off into Netflix world I went. And that's where I stayed for 8 hours on Sunday, and I came right home and finished it up last night. And last night, boy was I fired up over some fucker I don't even know. 

On Sunday, my narcolepsy got me down for a moment and I slept thru episode 4. Melony had already watched the first two episodes, but started watching again after I did and due to my nap, she ended up about an hour ahead of me. Therefore, I was able to spout off my opinions as the show went on to someone else who knew what was up without ruining it for anybody. My messages to Melony went a little something like this.... 

- fell asleep, gotta watch 4 again...lol.
- oh, these fuckers done planted the blood!
- starting 6 now.
- this poor fucker. smdh.
- ugh! #freestevenavery.
- cant help but feel sorry for these hill jack fuckers. jury is out deliberating and my wifi is fuckered up. go figure. 
- eh, who needs a liver anyhow? mines probably an asshole. (that doesn't apply, it's just funny shit.)
- oooooh......at the verdict now!
- BULLSHIT!!!!
- cousin Kayla is a douchebag!
- whaaaaat? Brendan? guilty? these motherfuckers.....
- all a bunch of bullfuckery!
- how is her family okay with accepting it was him with all the holes in the story? You'd think they'd wanna know for sure!

As you can see, I was substantially perturbed all the way through because the bullshit was sooooo obvious, and seemingly never ending. As if being wrongfully accused, not getting a fair shot at proving his innocence,  serving 18 years for a rape he didn't commit, and losing his wife and kids for no reason at all wasn't enough the first time, these asshole cops just couldn't leave well enough alone and managed to frame him and get a false conviction AGAIN! And the fucked up part of it all, is that they didn't even do a good job at it, they got called on several bullshits that made all their evidence against him null and void, and despite that - they fucking pulled it off!

I could go on for days explaining in detail what happened and what was wrong, but I won't ruin the whole thing for those of you who haven't watched it. All I know, is that if a loved one of mine had been the girl that got murdered, I would not have even slightly accepted that Steven Avery was the one who killed her. How in the world they think justice was served for this girl is beyond me. 

And to think, all of this happened to this poor man because he did something that any decent man would have done - he chased down his own cousin, who was married to a cop, and came apart on her ass one morning for telling people that he was pervert...smdh. We sure live in a fucked up world. 

I know what I know and right now I now two things: My smart ass won't ever be traveling to Manitowoc County Wisconsin, and as soon as I can manage to find one I'm gonna have a "Free Steven Avery" t-shirt and I'm gonna rock that son of a bitch.