Getting on that time of year...

So yeah...
I'm not a blog whore by any means. My days tend to run together in a blur... Wake up, feed, get the boy off to school, mend some fence, beat some bucks into submission. Maybe come in for lunch, back out and find something that needs fixing. Get the boy from school, feed again, and fix dinner for my clan.
Not what I would consider blog-worthy, not that I know what that is. Essentially, it is pretty goddamn boring. You should thank me for not going into it on a daily basis.

I think that my years out here in isolation have left me a little anti-social, funny when you think about it, an anti-social blogger, on a social networking site no less. Hell, I go weeks w/out seeing anybody but my family and my son's bus driver. Yeah, I can see folks driving by, cars and trucks no bigger than ants. Come to think of it, I was anti-social b4 I moved out here, probably why I did.

I digress, I did have something on my mind other than making excuses as to why I'm not blogging away w/ the rest of you.


So yeah, holidays are upon us. A wonderful time of year for me. The Ex comes out of hiding, from whatever rat hole she had sequestered herself into for the last nine months. Suddenly the holidays are here and she remembers that she is a mom. Yeeaaa!!!! good for her. Must be convenient to be a holiday parent. I suppose that's not entirely true, she has an older boy from her previous (ie. b4 me). That boy is just as broken as his mother, which is saying something. I tried getting him help and even went so far as getting the state involved, it is good to see my tax dollars so hard at work. The Ex must have sweet talked them good, case was closed in a matter of weeks... no resolution.

So now I am just waiting for that call two or three days b4 Thanksgiving and X-mas, demanding that I drop whatever plans I have so that she can be a perfect mom for the holidays and drag my boy to her family's gathering. Then the fighting will ensue, cause I'll be like, "...Nah."
And she'll be like, "You can't stop me from seeing my son!"
And I'll be like, "...Yeah."
And she'll be like, "I'm calling the police and we're going to court!!" *click* dial tone
And I'll be like, "...Sweet."

I've heard this threat to many times to count, so I'm not overly concerned that the men in blue will be appearing on my porch any time soon. However, I've been ready for my day in court for the last two years. Maybe one of these years I'll give her that court date for x-mas.

So yeah, very special time of the year here at the FallnSaint household. Hope everybody's holidays are just as special.

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Back to school, YEAH!!!

So, finally the boy has gone back to school. I don't know which one of us was looking forward to it more. He was tired of hanging with my sorry ass, and I was tired of his fucking cartoons.
Btw Nickelodeon, your on my fucking list.
I got to sleep in this morning, woke to the sounds of some music producers trial on court tv. Not my first choice, the wife is following the trial, sure beats the hell out of:

Are you ready kids!?!
Aye aye Captian!!

I can't hear you!!
AYE AYE CAPTAIN!!!!!!!

OOOHHHHHHH,  Who lives in a pineapple under the sea!?!
GODDAMN SONOFABITCH!!!!

Little and yellow and porous is he!!!
Satan, thee I worship!!!

If nautical nonsense be something you wish!!!
GODDAMN SONOFABITCH!!!

Then drop on the deck and glub like a fish!!!
Jesus, I can't take this shit!!!!

SpongeBob Square pants,
God damn son of a bitch,
Jesus, I can't take this shit,
SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS!!!!!!!

Fuck, I used to enjoy watching with the little guy, but three fucking months of non fucking stop, Spongebob??!!??!  Like five channels of Nickelodeon, playing Spongebob from sunup to sun down.

So yeah, school is a good thing.



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2nd attempt

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3 better than two?

British pop singer has an extra what?




(Hopefully I did that right)

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Sunday nights escapade

    Got a call from the neighbors on Sunday night, their emu broke loose from its pen and they wanted help corraling it. And I was like...Nah. A little back story here.
Couple months back, an emu broke loose from a ranch down the road and was running down the state highway. Some good samaritan called the animal control, based out of a suburban area, they come out and try catching this 5 ft tall bird (most everyone has seen an emu at the zoo right? Looks kinda like an ostrich). After chasing this bird several miles down the road, at speeds surpassing 35 mph, they get it into the neighbors back pasture. Actually, it lead them there.

    Now, I don't know what is funnier to watch, folks that are used to catching stray cats and dogs try to corral an ostrich; or watching local law enforcement, comprised entirely of city folk, no offense, trying to clear a few stray cattle off the road (seen it , hilarious).  Anyway, these folks had to park and climb through a fence to get into the pasture, so now they're on foot trying to catch this thing. The neighbors come out w/ their lasso and try roping it, to no avail. One of the officers tries grabbing the bird, till it starts kicking. Not exactly the way I would have tried it, a misplaced kick can kill you. They ended up catching it when it tripped on a fence and went down.

    The officers couldn't put it in the truck because it was to big. The neighbors said they would take care of it and keep it if no owners stepped forward. Well, the owners stepped forward a few days later and came to collect their property. But the neighbors were so taken by the bird they bought another one.

    Hopefully you can understand my trepidation, that entire event ran through my head when I got the call. Went so much smoother than expected though, apparently it helps if the bird hasn't been chased five miles down the road by a truck b4 trying to catch it. Who knew?

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