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Monday, March 29, 2010

Alice Cooper is my homeboy

I think we have spring fever. I'm antsy and weird and generally grumpy. The kids are beating on each other on a regular basis... I need the snow to melt and the sun to start sizzling my skin. I want to be outside all day...
Winter has its moments. I snowboarded for the first time this year and LOVED it. I actually didn't do too bad... the bruising on my ass was minimal, but in general I'm over winter.
I miss hiking. Even Nyla is begging to go hiking. Sigh.
Yeah, see... generally grumpy. Strangely enough, the only thing that seems to work to bring me out of this funky funk is blasting 80's tunes. Ya, we're rocking to the 80's. 'Poison' by Alice Cooper is my current favorite.

So, we now have wolves being all woolfey around here. I used to have such a soft heart towards animals in general, until I became a farmer. I'm ready to blow away anything that is threatening my space. The wolves are really a problem because they come right up to the house and the dogs are actually afraid of them. They tuck tail and hide... seriously. So, obviously I want to shoot them. I actually want to use grenades, but apparently they're illegal... pfftt. The 'funny' thing??? We aren't allowed to shoot the wolves. I made the mistake of opening my mouth about it in a public place. You'd seriously think I threatened to cook up and eat some one's mother. Now I'M the monster. AWESOME! Well, I've decided I don't give a flying rat's ass that wolves are protected species. I think if they want to remain protected around here they better re-locate their staanky asses.
So, if I end up in some kind of environmental prison for shooting them, please remember me. I like chocolate and will plan to take up smoking so I can further pollute the world... so send me smokes. I'll wash my clothes in regular phosphorous soaked detergent and feed a lot of beans to the other inmates... especially the ones who work in the greenhouse (get it... greenhouse gasses??? bahahahahaaa). I'm so bad-ass :)

And, to all of you who don't live in the armpit of the world and are actually experiencing spring already... SHUT IT. I don't want to hear about it. I mean it... if you so much as tell me about your flowering bulbs I'll get even with you. Gasoline and a match all over your happy little garden should just about take care of it right??? You've been warned.