Talk about your day thread

[wease]

We’ve been chosen to be a Nielsen family. House Trag about to make serious waves for the television industry.

Do you still use cable or satellite?

No and I was surprised when they said we’d still qualify

So how did this come about? I’ve long wondered about this process.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[96583UP]

beach

bike ride

watering

costco

[wease]

In the bedroom getting ready to go work the Beyoncé show in Nashville. All the family starts screaming for me to come there and hurry! So I find them all out on the back porch surrounding Snowball, our mini poodle, just laying there. Everybody’s just sobbing and crying and honestly, she looks dead. And we HAVE to leave to make our call time to work. I notice her chest is still moving so I picked her up and she is still breathing so, remembering what happened when Buzz Lightyear passed a couple years back, I tell them to get me a towel and before they got it to me she peed all over me. With that I think that’s it. She just died in my arms. But no, she lifts her head up and seems responsive, if a little lethargic. So, she’s alive. For now. But we have to leave and everyone except the youngest Weaseling is working this show. We definitely DON’T want to just leave her there to die with only our youngest there so we called Mrs Wease’s aunt, who keeps her for us sometimes, and she’s going to come get her and keep her tonight. She’s had many elderly pups and is a much better choice to be with her if the end comes tonight. I hope it’s not but she’ll be well cared for if it does happen to be the end.

Very scary.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[VinylGuy]

sorry man. really sorry.

[BurtReynolds]

Must be the day for it. My dog is at the emergency vet. Vet said he was in bad shape...

[96583UP]

damn dudes

so sorry

is it the heat?

hot as a mf everywhere these days

[BurtReynolds]

He's been falling down a lot. Now he won't move at all. Just lies there panting.

[JuanHamm]

Sorry guys

[96583UP]

maybe you should stop having sex with his butt?

[bart]

Must be the day for it. My dog is at the emergency vet. Vet said he was in bad shape...

WHAT NO

[wease]

So Snowball seems to be fine at Mrs Wease’s aunt’s. We’re thinking she may have had a seizure. To our knowledge she’s never had one before so hopefully it was a one-off thing.

Hope your pup’s ok, Burt.

[wease]

Goddamn. We’ve been sitting here in the car in the lot not moving at all trying to leave after this Beyoncé show. She was supposed to hit the stage at 7:00 and at 8:10 the venue staff told us workers that she wasn’t taking the stage until 9:00. They didn’t announce it to the crowd. Fucking Axl Rose diva bullshit. She finished about 11:15 and it’s now 12:15 as we’re still waiting to even fucking move.

[wease]

We moved!!!

About 7 feet…

[Bammer]

We need to put our heads together and find wease a new side hustle. He doesn’t deserve this.

[Ello Sailor]

Must be the day for it. My dog is at the emergency vet. Vet said he was in bad shape...

WHAT NO

Not like this. Underbite king stay the king.

What's the problem, Burtos?

[VinylGuy]

Goddamn. We’ve been sitting here in the car in the lot not moving at all trying to leave after this Beyoncé show. She was supposed to hit the stage at 7:00 and at 8:10 the venue staff told us workers that she wasn’t taking the stage until 9:00. They didn’t announce it to the crowd. Fucking Axl Rose diva bullshit. She finished about 11:15 and it’s now 12:15 as we’re still waiting to even fucking move.

i saw a video of her riding giant flying horse haha that girl´s ego...

[BurtReynolds]

Must be the day for it. My dog is at the emergency vet. Vet said he was in bad shape...

WHAT NO

Not like this. Underbite king stay the king.

What's the problem, Burtos?

I paid almost a thousand dollars for the vet to say "he's old". They gave me some painkillers to give him. The phrase "putting him down soon" was mentioned, but we'll see how this week goes. He seems much better today, but he isn't moving much.

I am beyond depressed.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.