Several skulls, a snake, four cows and fun with fruit.
Wine, Women and Song
That's what I need in my little life.
Interests and pastimes:
I'm cleaning skulls regularly now. I just finished my first rabbit, when we find the camera there'll be pics. I'm currently working on a fox. I also just acquired a three mystery skulls from a fur trapper (I have yet to identify them). I also got assorted bones for crafts projects. When I'm done cleaning them, I'd like to make a wind chime and a Jolly Rodger.
I'm also skinning and tanning the hides of mice the cat brings me. I'm considering posting a picture tutorial on how to skin and tan when we find the camera.
It all may be a bit morbid, but it feels like if I'm focusing on those things, I'm not thinking about my own sweet demise.
I did not get a scorpion. Kaylee is a ball python and she is gorgeous. She's a foot and a half long and isn't a picky eater (as ball pythons tend to be.) Again, there will be pics when the camera produces its self.
What's on my mind:
Still lonesome, (what's new?) Someone told me my dating profile seems very low self-esteem. My response was “but I am low self esteem”.
crap
I hate being alone...
I know I've got a lot of work to do on me first.
But I'm so damn tired.
Sandi says “so rest”
But I'm getting older, and I don't want to waste any more time.
I've spent half my life waiting for the other half to happen.
Also
Nicole, sorry if I've made you uncomfortable with the things I've said here. I was happy with you, and for someone that hates themselves that's kind of a big deal. I won't go on about you anymore, but know that I miss you, and you own a permanent bit of my heart.
With each passing day I become more convinced that I'll be alone forever.
Sometimes this crushes me to dust.
Sometimes I'm apathetic
Sometimes I'm just pathetic.
What I've been up to:
It takes me about three days to settle into a lifestyle. I've long since settled into this one. I help with the girls, they feed me. Occasionally I do a spot of writing for pay. I peel my heads, play with Kaylee, eat venison and go to sleep.
I've lead harder lives, and many aspects of this one seem too good to be true.
Twice now I've been off visiting Sandi's kin in the mountains, WV's deeper south.
For the 4th it was a pig roast wherein I was attacked by ninja cows.
Yea, you read right, Ninja fucking cows.
And now some stories:
At the edge of the cow field (several acres of rolling hills and trees. Think “the wide open spaces in Jurassic park”) there is a nice little cache of bones, where the aforementioned fur trapper disposed of his left overs.
So that's where the scene opens, it's roughly 900 degrees in the shade and I'm about to hop a barbed-wire electric fence at it's lowest point (just low enough for me to step over if I'm careful)and I'm carefully scanning the horizon for the bovines in question. I did not yet know they were ninjas. There are none in sight, I figure they're probably at the creek several hills away. I step over the fence, slap on a pair of latex gloves (I always do when handling dead things) and pull out the small trash bag I brought for the purpose. Than I get to work, searching the hillside for skulls and whatever other bits and pieces catch my eye. In that heat and direct sun, it was mostly white bone and occasional bits of mummified flesh. It's all very interesting (for me at least) and draws in my attention long enough for it to happen.
There was no sound, no sign, it was just...there. Not three feet away from me. 800 pounds of bovine. It was simply staring at me with dull eyes, a mass of flies on it's snout. The only movement in the moment that followed was the occasional flick of its tail. Than in the shadows of the trees across the field, three more cows, dark as night plodding our way. They lined up next to the first and just stared. They now had my full attention. One of the mooed really loud and I decided it would be a good time to go have breakfast.
Don't laugh, when's the last time you had to fight a ninja cow? How about four? If you had to choose between that and farm fresh bacon and eggs, which would you pick?
Okay, here's another story about something completely different in another style.
The Cantaloupe
Once upon a time there was an almost-two-year-old named after the moon and a Wrat. They were in the food lion (think stop & shop with a southern accent) looking thru the produce isle. The Wrat was sent to seek bananas and the almost two year old named after the moon was exited by this mission, so she wanted to help by riding in the cart and singing. Well, it just so happened that on the way to get to the bananas the Wrat saw a large cantaloupe sitting atop a mound of it's freshly stocked brethren. Images of children in hot weather sitting down to nice cool sweet melon filled his head, and so he snatched up the tasty prize. The almost two year old who was named after the moon was overjoyed to see the melon moving towards the cart and very politely requested to hold it by grinning at it and signing please.
The large melon and the tiny girl were quite the sight to see and got more than a few amused chuckles and grins from the fellow shoppers. Even the cashier when it came time to pay was smiling as she entered the sku manually, for the almost two year old who was named after the moon did not want to let it go. On the way home, the almost two year oldl who was named after the moon insisted very sweetly to hold it in her car seat, and even fell asleep cuddling it.
It has been three days, she carries it with her everywhere and loves her melon very, very much. No one has the heart to slice it up, for it fills her with so much joy.
I wish I had a pic for this, damn camera.