Fuck, Yes.Someone Gets It.

The Rude Pundit nails this bullshit kerfluffle with a white hot sledgehammer.
Get your panties in a twist over something that really matters and get off women's reproductive issues, women's tendency for voting and women's earnings compared to men.

Hell yes these are all important but they are distractions at this point. If Mitt Romney gets elected, then it will damn sure be something to worry about because those fuckers want all of us to go back to the eleventh century. When it comes to being a working mother and having to sacrifice your entire life to raise your children, I would recommend watching Helen Hunt in the flick As Good As It Gets.

I love that flick and I love her, Hubba Hubba.

When it comes to this bullshit about Ann Romney and the dust up about some obscure Democrat woman named Rosen dissing her on Twitter, The Rude one takes the words right out of my mouth,

Are we really doing this again? Are we really having some worthless fucking debate over how hard it is to be a stay-at-home parent? President Obama said, "There's no tougher job than being a mom." Really? Ask a coal miner. Ask a sweatshop worker. It's fucking stupid. Are we just back to Hillary Clinton and the motherfucking cookies? Oh, wait, Michelle Malkin's quoting that 1992 remark, so the Rude Pundit supposes that we are.

I absolutely hate the political correctness every fucking election cycle.

Speak your mind,something something called The First amendment, and if the wannabe electors handlers think it might hurt so and so's chances of election, you are now a pariah and are thrown to the vultures.

It's a good fucking thing I won't run for office.

When it comes to Ann Romney and her priviliged life, lucky her.
I can remember sharing a hot dog bun with my little brother with ketchup and mustard on it after my parents split and calling it pizza because that's all we had to eat.
So yeah, fuck you and your under privileged spoiled brats.

The First Day Of Spring

And it is snowing like a bitch outside.

Goofy fucking weather around here lately.
It is 75 degrees in Minnesota and snowing in Portland Oregon.

That's just wrong.

That Didn't Take Long

The same day I shut off that horrible word verification they were back.

I will have to admit that word verification seems to be quite the deterrent to those fuckers but Google HAS to come up with something a lot more user friendly.
The thing that kills me about those asshole spammers is that they tend to target older posts like I ain't going to notice and the chances of anyone else seeing them approaches zero.

Nobody goes through my archives except me and more often than not, I can't even find what I am looking for.
In the mean time, into purgatory they go, every one that I find.

Just once, I would like to meet some jerk who proudly claims he is a spammer face to face.

I'm sure my knuckles would heal eventually.

Miserable sonsabitches need a case of the hives in their crotch and their fucking teeth knocked out so they have to suck soup through a straw for a month.

It's Time For "That" Talk

Ok, now that everyone is snuggled in their own little bunkers and I have seen the stories of the shelves in every store being empty, it is time to say, we told you so.

Not that I ever, ever wanted to see something like this happen but here it is and don't you feel just a tiny bit bad for chasing around looking for D batteries at the last second?
I can't begin to count the times I have seen people roll their eyes and look down their noses at "Preppers".

Not quite as stupid as you thought we were, are we?

I feel bad for folks that are staring at the weather event of their young lives with no fucking clue where to go or what to do.


I just had this conversation with my new wife, I have been dancing around the topic for quite a while now, she has a pretty good idea that at least some form of supplies are in her future.The first thing she asked me after I brought it up again was whether or not I have a dehydrator.
Told ya she is a keeper.

I love her dearly and before we got married her excuse was no where to store anything.

Ahem.

Even in an apartment, there are places to store some survival supplies.

Now every Tom Dick and Harriett on the East Coast just figured that out.

My heart goes out to those just figuring this out.

We still have no place to live together but just had a short conversation about this very subject.
As most of you know, I live in a 35 foot long Fifth Wheel Travel Trailer.

I had a guy build me a pantry out of a closet that I have no idea what the original intent was for. It is right next to the fridge in the kitchen area.
At one time, I had enough food stored to last me six months, easy.

Where I live, water is not that much of a problem in an emergency, The Columbia River is a mile wide and five blocks away with another, small tributary eight blocks the other way.

I saw another post today complaining about toilet paper. That is a biggie.

When you have ladies and young children with you, buy that by the truck load.

For those of you who are telling yourselves that I have never been through a Hurricane, let me tell you about the storms we get on the West Coast that qualify, they just don't get names.

I have been through storms with sustained winds of 125 mph before, tornadoes and Ice storms that shut down a city with a million people for days.


What I am trying to do is open up a dialogue with some folks who are getting a pounding and never thought it would happen to them.
It's only too late if you are dead.

I sure as shit wouldn't be ready for a major shit storm like what is happening back East right this second but I can guarantee you that I would be one thousand times better off than seventy percent of those who just sat on their hands, watching this blow right into their front yards.

Even without a major hurricane coming your way, just inflation and food shortages alone should make you look around and see if you can't find a way to put a little emergency stash away.

Take my word for it,come what may, it is a great feeling of security to know that if the lights go out, that you know you and yours are going to be safe, healthy and sound when the lights come back on.

You certainly don't have to be a full on Prepper but as they always say, the more the merrier.

These aren't weirdos, they are fellow Americans and they would love to talk to you.

They would love to show you how to throw a screw right back into your grocery store by using coupons and have a wealth of information gathered from friends and family, including the things our parents and Grandparents learned the hard way during the last Depression.
They still work folks.

God Bless ya and I am anxiously awaiting the safe return of some of my Blog buddies.

Stay Outta Kickin' Distance If Ya Know What's Good For Ya.

It's been two fucking days since I had a cigarette and two fucking days since I had any alchohol.

Get just a little closer, I dare ya....

Christ I had forgotten how bad it was to quit smoking.

Drinkin' ain't that bad but the smokes,

Redrum...

I laid around yesterday going through withdrawals, looking at that pack of smokes sitting on the night stand.

I swear I never looked at Farah Fawcett with such longing, I would have kicked Cindy Crawford out of bed and onto her ass if she had blocked my view.

Today, of course, is worse yet.

I was working on a buddies truck and I always had a butt hanging out of my mouth when I was wrenching on my own time, AND a cold beer within reach.

I have been wanting to quit for a while but between the cheapest smokes and the cheapest beer I could find it was 13 bucks for one six pack and a pack of nasty tasting smokes so I bit the bullet.

All I can tell you is a mother moose with PMS would come out limping right now.
I have zero sense of humor.

Temporary Reprieve Update;

The Wife called me worried that I was suffering unduly and told me to go have a smoke, so I did.
It's amazing how the sky went from blood red to sunny so fast.

Be warned, I give it an hour and I am going to be like this again;



H/T to Carolyn in comments.

Sounds Familiar

Employee: "Excuse me sir, may I talk to you?" Boss: "Sure, come on in. What can I do for you?" Employee: "Well sir, as you know, I have been an employee of this prestigious firm for over ten years". Boss: "Yes".  Employee: I won't beat around the bush. Sir, I would like a raise. I currently have four companies after me and so I decided to talk to you first".

Boss: "A raise? I would love to give you a raise, but this is just not the right time".
Employee: "I understand your position, and I know that the current economic down turn has had a negative impact on sales, but you must also take into consideration my hard work, pro-activeness and loyalty to this company for over a decade".

Boss: "Taking into account these factors, and considering I don't want to start a brain drain, I'm willing to offer you a ten percent raise and an extra five days of vacation time. How does that sound?" Employee: "Great! It's a deal! Thank you, sir!"

Boss: "Before you go, just out of curiosity, what companies were after you?" Employee: "Oh, the Electric Company, Gas Company, Water Company and the Mortgage Company!" 

All jokes aside, this is too close to the truth for too damn many people these days.

Finally, We Meet Sarah Palins Speech Writer

Fun is fun, I certainly hope this lady is OK.

We already know there ain't no hope for Caribou Barbie.

Off To Do Laundry

I would like to thank everyone who stopped by to wish me a happy birthday, that was nice of ya.

I had a fairly relaxed birthday, a bunch of company showed up out of the blue and my girl friends friend made hamburgers and such for every one, that was damn nice of her.

I am in full recuperation mode and am getting ready to head out with the honey and go do laundry and grocery shopping.

In the mean time, the shit is still hitting the fan in Egypt and even the King of Jordan has seen the writing on the wall and replaced his government in response to growing unrest over food prices.

Note that last bit, food prices, you are going to see more and more unrest over food prices.
That is because those same jerks who contributed to our current financial meltdown have decided to treat food the same way they do car sales.

Betting on this and that, buying futures up like candy and driving the final price of food up. Look around ya, the price of cotton is up over ninety fucking percent, one guy, ONE, bought up almost all of the cocoa futures. Bet money, little Ms.Swiss Miss, is going to have a sore ass here in the future.

Pay attention folks, things aren't just going to be ugly in the Middle east, here shortly, the mid west is going to chiming in  too.

I keep arguing trying to persuade my girl friend into getting some grub put away for a little buffer but she is a hard headed Norse women and says she has to go into town several times a week any way and has no place for storage.

I got your hard headed and raise ya by an Irishman......

FUBAR

I don't know how it happened but my normal computer took a major shit last night.
I surfed the web, checked my mail, everything was cool. I got off the web and decided I would do a computer scan while I snoozed. It takes a while and I figured it could do it's thing while I sawed logs.

Got up this morning and see a fucking warning about some fucking infected file. I clicked out of that and my monitor lit up like a fucking pinball machine with twenty extra games.

Can you say FUBAR?
 Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition?
It won't let me do a God Damn thing.
No restore, no internet, no Windows, Croaked.

I said Fuck it and turned it off, apparently there are several of the little nasties battling each other over control of my hard drive.

Dirty fucking sonsabitches.

In my eyes, if there was ever a reason for Capitol Punishment, hackers like these would be first up against the wall.
Pissed off? Oh, you fucking betcha I am pissed off.
So, I went to town and cooled my heels, made a few phone calls and I am still fucked.

I came home, unplugged the fucking thing, swapped it out for my old one, and it fucked me too!

Three mother fucking hours I have been dicking with this cocksucker.

I believe it is currently in Safe Mode because the colors are all fucked up and the borders are all the wrong color.

Can anyone tell me what the fuck System Idle Process is?
It locks this motherfucker up tighter than a drum. It has something to do with Windows and you can't kill it. It takes up 99% of my processor activity according to Task Manager but like I said, ya can't turn it off.

I had to reboot the fucker several times, delete and reinstall (SPIT!) Verizon twice and I just now got online at what. 2 o'clock in the fucking morning?

I have been fucking with this shit since 9 P.M..

My uncle seems to have too many computers laying around, I do believe I will ask him to donate one to the cause , at least until I can find an electronic sledge hammer to kill some fucking viruses with.

I think this pretty much sums up my feelings at this point.



Seek and Destroy.

Have A Sit For A Spell

Relax and enjoy this.

Have a shot, a beer and a smoke, you will thank me later.
One of my favorites.

I won't go into the seven fucking trips to the stores today and all the Merry Fucking Christmas shit I am having to endure because of my Girl Friend. She just LOOOOVES Christmas.

It's a giant pain in the fucking ass if ya ask me. I needed something to relax to for a minute.



Heh, sucker punched ya there. Still, good tunes.

The Fuckery Begins

Motherfucking asshole sonsabitches.

The four Republicans appointed to the commission investigating the root causes of the financial crisis plan to bypass the bipartisan panel and release their own report Wednesday, according to people familiar with the commission's work.

Four fucking assholes.

This is what you wanted, this is what you get, bend over and ask for some more because it is coming.

Fuck me running.

You Know You Have A Cat When.....

Ya wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom* and come back to realize there is an error message flashing on the monitor,
"Windows Mail Is Unable To Establish Contact As There Is Another Program Running Already"."

Half asleep, what do you do? "X" out of the fucker, again and again and again and again and again, until you look down at the bottom of the screen and see there are 375! motherfucking programs running at the same damn time!!

Little bitch has been sleeping on the keyboard again.

Can you say reboot?

Fucking cats.


* Yeah, go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, half asleep when your foot hits a soaking wet carpet.

While I was gone, I had my dad shut the water off because of the freezing weather, I didn't want something to burst while I was gone.

There were a few guy's here at the time and someone was nice enough to turn on a faucet to make sure there was no pressure left in the system.

After I got home and turned on the heat, I was bull shitting with a couple of neighbors outside and turned the water back on. We stood there and shot the shit in the cold for a minute or two before I said we need to go inside where it is warm.

That's when I heard a faucet blasting away at full pressure. I tracked it down, it was the bathroom faucet, with the plug in the sink.
There was an inch of fucking of water on the floor, pouring out into the kitchen off the step and of course, the sink was quite full.

I shut the faucet off and used every single towel I could to soak up the water.

So, of course, when I wake up in the middle of the night to take a piss, what do think happened? I stepped on a soaking assed , cold,wet carpet.

Yay.


Out goes the cat and now I have a space heater in front of the toilet, trying to dry the fucking carpet out.

That should only take three months.
It's great to be home again.

On the bright side, I don't need to shampoo that carpet I guess.

Oy, I'm going back to bed.


While I am still up, I would like to take a moment to thank a sweet lady that hit my donate button while I was gone. You know who you are and SMOOCH!,

What a sweetie.

Snowbound

I have been over here at my GF's for a week today. I came up last week when this fucking weather hit and can't get out of here. All I have here is a two wheel drive truck with no studs.

It snowed, then the freezing rain hit and it is snowing again.

I can get to the little convenience mart about six blocks away just fine, it's that Damn Columbia River Gorge that I can't get through She lives at one end and I live at the other.

Once that bitch freezes, it's studs or cable chains. They end up closing the highways on both sides of the river when it gets bad. It can take days after a cold spell to flush all the cold air out of it. 75 miles long.

I't's "supposed" to be clear tomorrow. We shall see. I have been having to call my buddy Steve to keep an eye on my place. None of my fucking neighbors have a damn phone..  It looks like I am going to have to put tags on The Beast because it at least has four wheel drive.

A set of chains for that fucker are around a hundred bucks but it is fairly dependable. I keep forgetting the speedometer doesn't work though.

If all else fails and I can get the seven miles across the bridge to town, I can use her tire store account and have them throw a couple of studded tires on the back of my little hoopty. I hate to do that.
Fuck me, I hate Winter and it's not even Winter yet!

Anyways have some of this that was going through my evil little mind this cold assed morning.

Let There Be Heat!

Jeeze, I have been freezing my ass off all night and all day. It's warm enough under the covers but my hands get cold and stay that way.I only got a couple hours of sleep this morning and the damn phone woke me up.
I was up till one and then went back to sleep.
The phone wakes me up again at four thirty.

I finally decided to get off my dead ass and go get some propane before it got completely dark.
Of course, then ya have to dick around and re light the pilot lights for the hot water heater and the oven.
The furnace has been running for ten minutes and all I can say is that it has kind of knocked the chill off somewhat. It isn't exactly toasty in here by any stretch.
That's what happens to these big sardine cans, once they get cold it is hard to warm them back up even though this was a high end model for it's time and actually has two inches of styrofoam insulation in the walls.

It will warm up eventually.

I'm going to go help it and crank the thermostat and let 'er rip until I can at least feel my hands again.

Computer Woes

This thing has been pissing me off for quite a while now but yesterday, something happened and I'm not quite sure what but I'm thinking virus.
I left the thing on all day, hooked up to the internet and a buddy came over and talked me into going out for a bit and I forgot to turn thr damn thing off. When I got back several hours later it was all fucked up.
I could scroll around but I couldn't click on anything, left click or right click.
Talk about pissed off.
I have a newer computer but can't get the mother fucking air card to work in it. Of course I called Verizon's technical support and dicked with them for a fucking hour and the young lady finally threw up her hands and told me she was going to send me a new disc.
I already have two fucking discs.

I actually think it is a VISTA problem amyway. It won't put the USB Modem under the Modem file, it puts it under 'Other".
Fucking VISTA anyway, I hate that program. Give me XP and I'm good to go.
Anyway, I did one of those "FREE" registry cleaner things and it only found 548 fucking problems. It fixed 100 of them for "FREE" and then of course wants you to "Upgrade" and buy the fucking thing.
I am having to use Internet Explorer right now because Fire Fox is fucked.

Needless to say, I am not a happy camper right now.
Miserable fucking shit anyway.
So now I get to unhook everything and hook up the other computer for the tenth motherfucking time and dick around with that sonofabitch to see if I can't get the modem problem fixed or it's back to this crippled up fucker.

I don't even know why I am awake, I was up half the fucking night dicking with this fucker before I just fell down and went to sleep.
Fuck it, I'm grabbing a beer before I get pissed off again and throw this cocksucker out in the drive way. 
 If ya don't hear from me for a while you can pretty much figure out I snapped and out it went.

Welcome To My World

Sorrry, no blogging lately.
I have been rather busy.

I think yesterday was Wednesday, don't quote me on that.
I went down to the place of my former employer after I woke up in a semi coma and started in.

They were nice enough to let me borrow a one ton flat bed with a lift gate to haul my tool boxes out with.
It took four guy's to load them on the truck using a fork lift, all fine and dandy
.
I took them to my Dad's place and me and my seventy three year old father got to unload them.

 I swear, I thought we were both going to have a fucking heart attack.
You should all have the fun of trying to wrestle a fucking five and a foot high and six foot long tool box on wheels three fucking feet off the ground back and forth to get the fucker sideways on a goddamn lift gate that is just about the same dimension.
Then have to take it off sideways.

For you that are not familiar with these things, that one tool box weighs two fucking thousand mother fucking pounds.
I weigh a hundred and forty two now.
Thank you Nasty Girl, I have dropped twenty five pounds in the last six months.
Dad is a bit bigger but not that much, I thought were both gonna fucking die if that bastard tipped over.
That was just one.
We had to do that two more times.
I was shaking like a dog shitting peach pits.

Right the fuck after we got done, his neighbor came over and offered me a job at a foundry doing maintenance.
Nice guy, I am still debating it because I threw my back clear the fuck out wrestling the tool boxes, I have been unemployed since Monday and my right leg went to sleep three times tonight while watching a stupid assed movie.

I am seriously leaning towards having the Beast pay me to sit on my ass for a bit and then retrain me to do something else.
Basically, my body is wore the fuck out.
I had my lower back fused when I was twenty five, wrecked twenty nine cars in ten years, I can't even remember the motorcycle wrecks, heh, maybe twenty, bullshit, way more than that, I used to be a crazy motherfucker,.I just flat lost count of all the wrecks I have been in, they could make a movie about it and no one would believe it.
I am lucky to be alive but my body just can't take the stresses of wrenching any more.
Three weeks ago, I was using a four foot long pipe wrench with a six foot pipe on the end of it and jumping off the bumper of a Kenworth truck trying to tighten a fitting on a valve on the ass end of the tank on the truck.
I am fifty fucking years old now, that shit ain't conducive to having a nice nights sleep. Can you say pain?
I sure the fuck can.
So, I am leaning towards getting the fuck out of the wrenching business.
Did I mention the carpal tunnel in both hands?
Any way, I still have to go pack off a bunch of shit from my former employer, I am seriously considering either throwing a bunch of shit away or just leaving it there for them to deal with.
Right now, I am going to fall the fuck down and call it a day. at two in the morning.

Thanks fer stopping by.

Let Me Introduce You To My Other Treasonous Set Of Friends.

 Actually, I can't call them friends, they have no idea I even exist and will be shocked to see where you came from if you actually click on the links below.
Warning, this is a long post and if you have a problem reading any thing that takes over ten minutes, go see your doctor.
I have deleted several instances of excessive vulgarity which is not my usual style in case anyone wants to link to this post.

The reason I call them treasonous friends is because we share the common belief that our government cares less than a whit about us as individuals and we have to take care of our selves and loved ones and because.. we recognize that politics as usual is a waste of time. feed me Seymore doesn't work.
Do you know that the Federal government of this country is , by law, passed by our own Congress, to have enough food stored to feed every man, woman and child in this country for two years?
That's a fact.
My bad, they changed the rules while I wasn't lookng.
Here is the actual wording from lhttp://www.archives.gov/federal-register/codification/executive-order/12656.html in the mean time.

Part 3--Department of Agriculture.

Sec. 301. Lead Responsibilities. In addition to the applicable responsibilities covered in Parts 1 and 2, the Secretary of Agriculture shall:

(1) Develop plans to provide for the continuation of agricultural production, food processing, storage, and distribution through the wholesale level in national security emergencies, and to provide for the domestic distribution of seed, feed, fertilizer, and farm equipment to agricultural producers;

(2) Develop plans to provide food and agricultural products to meet international responsibilities in national security emergencies;

Think about that for a minute. It's a fifty fifty chance you or someone in a foreign country are going to get food in a National emergency.

(3) Develop plans and procedures for administration and use of Commodity Credit Corporation inventories of food and fiber resources in national security emergencies;

(4) Develop plans for the use of resources under the jurisdiction of the Secretary of Agriculture and, in cooperation with the Secretaries of Commerce, Defense, and the Interior, the Board of Directors of the Tennessee Valley Authority, and the heads of other government entities, plan for the national security emergency management, production, and processing of forest products;

(5) Develop, in coordination with the Secretary of Defense, plans and programs for water to be used in agricultural production and food processing in national security emergencies;

(6) In cooperation with Federal, State, and local agencies, develop plans for a national program relating to the prevention and control of fires in rural areas of the United States caused by the effects of enemy attack or other national security emergencies;

(7) Develop plans to help provide the Nation's farmers with production resources, including national security emergency financing capabilities;

(8) Develop plans, in consonance with those of the Department of Health and Human Services, the Department of the Interior, and the Environmental Protection Agency, for national security emergency agricultural health services and forestry, including:

(a) Diagnosis and control or eradication of diseases, pests, or hazardous agents (biological, chemical, or radiological) against animals, crops, timber, or products thereof; Again with the dispersants and tar balls the size of an SUV and their effects on marine life and near by farms and agriculture, not to mention the complete wiping out of the coastal sea business and commercial fisherman ... God forbid you have a tail light out though.

(b) Protection, treatment, and handling of livestock and poultry, or products thereof, that have been exposed to or affected by hazardous agents;

(c) Use and handling of crops, agricultural commodities, timber, and agricultural lands that have been exposed to or affected by hazardous agents; and

(d) Assuring the safety and wholesomeness, and minimizing losses from hazards, of animals and animal products and agricultural commodities and products subject to continuous inspection by the Department of Agriculture or owned by the Commodity Credit Corporation or by the Department of Agriculture;  Dispersants anyone?

(9) In consultation with the Secretary of State and the Director of the Federal Emergency Management Agency, represent the United States in agriculture-related international civil emergency preparedness planning and related activities.

 

Oil soaked beaches, marshes and fragile marine ecosystems?

Sec. 302. Support Responsibility. The Secretary of Agriculture shall assist the Secretary of Defense in formulating and carrying out plans for stockpiling strategic and critical agricultural materials.

My bold.

They have just about enough to feed about half of us a half a loaf of bread for a month, if they can find it, it ain't moldy and they can distribute it to where it needs to go before it does get moldy and they can find a truck and a driver who will do it cheap. Never fear, the wars go on and Goldman Sachs can give BILLIONS away for bonuses.

I made a passing reference to the Prepper sites I frequent the other day and now you get to meet them..
Let me preface this with the fact that I am pretty much a left leaning Liberal scumbag in some of these peoples eyes but I have just enough of a Libertarian streak that we should all get along pretty damned well. Also, this is less than one percent of these types of sites that I read on a regular basis.
Besides, trying to make sure you and your family has enough to eat and can see at night ain't a bad thing.
I am going to start beating up on Nasty Girl real serious like to get her shit together a little more, even if my shit is scattered all over the place.
I still have enough to feed myself for at least two months, probably more and if the fucking lights go out, I know I will be good for a while in that aspect and I will tell you this, I am one innovative individual.
When I was sixteen, I made an alchohol stove out of a tuna fish can and some strips of cardboard wrapped around inside to heat up a can of chili.

That was thirty four years ago, think I haven't learned a few things since then?
I actually cut the frame of an old Ford LTD in half with an axe one time so I could haul it for scrap to get the money to eat.
Try that sometime.

My Grandparents were raised during the Great Depression and I lived with them off and on for many years, exclusively after I took off from home at fifteen, after a brief stint with my real mother and her crazy drunken husband, which is where I did the alchohol burner trick.
I was in the Cub Scouts, was a Webelos and did some serious assed hiking for two weeks that covered fifty miles around some seriously huge and frozen volcanoes when I was twelve.
I have been hungry, near starvation and I don't want to ever go there again.
 I have stayed under bridges, lived in my car, lived in a van and have frozen my ass off under the stars.
I don't often harp on this subject here but we are currently in The Greater Depression, even if no one wants to say it out loud, the current economic plight of every day Americans  is going down hill and gaining momentum.

It is past time that you should be putting some resources away and I am going to give you some places to get the information that you will need that could prove to be critical and be desperate to have in the future
Pay serious attention and book mark these links. Then, continue to monitor them because the Shit has already Hit The Fan  and you can't eat American Idol.

First off,

100 things that disappear in a prolonged emergency.
Copy this and get busy.
Long time preppers are already half way through this list or more, I personally have a long ways to go but I still work at it.
Now comes the links that you should watch, granted they are bloggers and it isn't every day they post about specifics but generally do a good job, the thing to remember is not to crap your pants and go into debt getting ready, that is counter intuiitive, read their back content and archives.

Survival Blog, this is the Grand Daddy of them all. One warning, the recommendations espoused will be way the heck beyond the average Americans  ability to afford, there is great info if you pick through it though.
Especially the archives. start there.

Next up, a great guy who actually lives the life every day and has a wealth of info on how to live off grid and thrive, M.D. Creekmore @ The Survivalist Blog.
Hey, when you are being foreclosed on like I was, you can get pretty damn appreciative of a damn travel trailer for a roof over your head and that guy does it well. Serious info for hard core off grid living and a damn nice guy in my opinion, I wish we were neighbors and I had a giant still.
Next up, Wretha. Another off grid, no dang electricity, out in the middle of no where, kicking ass and taking names kinda gal.

OK, this next one reminds me of my dear departed Grandmother sometimes so much that I just want to give her a giant bear hug and a squeeze it kills me.
Jackie Clay.
I absolutely adore this woman, I swear, she is the Martha Stewart for us regular folks.Go read every word this lady has ever written and then buy her cookbook. I can't recommend her highly enough.
Oh my, what a wonderful lady. A virtual walking encyclopedia for canning advice. She has a blog associated with Back Woods Home magazine, who is my next recommendation.
Moving along, this has already taken an hour, we have a a few other places I suggest you peruse, this ain't no cake walk and knowledge is power.

I am going to link to a couple of other folks who are trying to get by with hard work and limited resources.
Sometimes it's not all sugar plums and unicorn farts, there is serious work and unexpected hardships involved in just trying to live and raise kids and varmints.
One of my favorites is Self Sustained Living.
MMPaints is having a hard time getting by right now but exhibits some of the best qualities of what made this country great.
My hat is off to you honey.

Best of luck to you.

Here is one that is geographically close to me as the crow flies but would take over two hours to drive to because of this huge river between us and how far I would have to drive to get to the nearest bridge.
This lady is a farmer, a real one, who grows her own beef and takes care of her soil, does the hay bailing thing and cooks on a wood stove. Throw Back At Trapper Creek.Mind you, she does this on the side of a volcano in the North West corner of Oregon.
The weather up here is a couple of months behind Texas, take my word on that...

I told you this could take a while.
Two other sites you should read regularly are Sharon Astyk's Blog , she even has written a couple of books and teaches classes, in her own house., the other one would be Preparedness Pro.
This lady lays down the law, get yourself ready and here is how to do it,

There are literally hundreds of sites that will give you solid advice how to be a bit prepared for even a small inconvenience such as a temporary electrical failure all the way to zombie hordes beating down your door to eat your brains.
I would hope that anyone who actually reads my ranting has enough brain power to differentiate between the two.

This ain't no joke folks, this country is going belly up and there will be a day when the shelves will be empty.
Just ask anyone who lived in New Orleans  after Katrina and had to move to Oregon. It happened.
There are counties grinding up their tore up roads and turning them back to gravel, that is your clue.

Three unemployed neighbors are mine, I have to reconsider the fact that they know I have toilet paper, let alone Rice A Roni.

It's Gonna Be One Of Those Days

Fuck me.

As usual, I got drunker than a seven peckered Billy goat last night.
I left work an hour early and started in, came home and REALLY went at it, the neighbor asshole came over and I could not tell ya when I finally fell down, I do remember trying to pass out several times before I just got up and went to bed.
He was still here after I fell down and I have no fucking clue as to when he finally left.

My Ex girlfriend called and woke my sorry ass up about eleven, wanting to know how many fucking tomato plants I wanted, she has over fifty in her fucking green house and no place to put most of them. I told her to bring me ten, now I have to find a place to put them!
She has no idea what kind they are, I don't care.
So, as I try to wake my drunk ass up, I go to get on line to check my mail.

Denied.

The fucking batteries in my mouse are dead.
I fumble fart around and get dressed and go get in the truck to head to the Dollar store.

Denied again.

The clutch slave cylinder is leaking and when I step on the clutch, the pedal goes to the floor and stays there.
This is when the cursing starts in earnest.
I am supposed to go meet Nasty Girl for a weekend of drunken debauchery tomorrow.


I have had the transmission out of this cocksucker SEVEN fucking times!
A guy used it while I was on vacation a few years ago and blew it up to the point it broke a shaft in half. It has never been right since.
I finally yanked the bitch out and dropped it off at my buddies place, he fixed it and two months later, it took a shit again. He finally gave up and went and bought one out of a wrecking yard out of his own pocket, went through it at no charge and basically said don't darken my doorstep again with this mother fucker.

Fuck.
This ain't good.
I finally corral some idiot neighbor so I can bleed the clutch. Yay, now I have brake fluid running down my arm, inside my sleeve, laying on my back in the gravel.
I get the fucking thing half way working and still have to start the truck in gear and slam on the brakes and kill the engine to get from reverse to first gear.


Three blocks.
I am trying to get three mother fucking blocks, still half drunk.
I get around the corner and spy this long haired tweeker dude staring at an old Ford truck.
Oh, you can guess what happened next.

He came running over and stops me in the middle of the street and asks me if I have a fly wheel for a 390 engine.

WTF?
Like I have a wrecking yard in my pocket?

He starts yammering on about all the problems he is having with this Piece Of Shit old Ford that he making payments on for three hundred bucks and yadda fucking yadda.

In the mean time, I ain't paying attention but some other asshole in a mini van has pulled up and pretty soon he starts yelling at me to pull up five fucking feet so he can get in his damn drive way!
Sorry dude, didn't see ya. That gives me an excuse to get away from tweeker dude and I an back to get some batteries, so I could get on line and sit here and bitch and moan.
I have now been awake almost a whole hour.

Fuck this, I am grabbing a beer, having a smoke and going back to fucking bed.
See ya.

Off To A Wedding

I HATE them. The only damn thing any good about a wedding is the buzz that I catch before, during and after one.
You think I'm kidding, I even took a shot of whiskey in the middle of my great aunts funeral once.
Kinda the same thing, now that I mention it.
Y a gotta be good to get away with that shit, it's all a matter of position, always sit in the back, preferably with a co conspirator for look out and to block the view.

Anyways, It's my nieces wedding, on a fucking Thursday, in downtown Portland.
Great choice there honey, nothing like trying to find a place to park and then having to fuck with rush hour.
Ah well, I'll be relaxed, it ain't my fucking wedding. All I have to do is show up and take care of both of my 96 year old grannies.
It ain't like I can't out run them, should be a piece of cake.

Back later with the gruesome details.
Mutter, mutter, fucking weddings.

Another Fucking Monday

Damn, I need a vacation in the worst way.

Five more days of hell are on the line up.

My fucking back is out right between my shoulder blades again and I can barely move my head. Guess what I get to do today?
Pull a crank shaft out of a pump that has six inch main bearing journals and three inch rod journals. Thankfully it is only about three feet long. It still weighs over a hundred and fifty pounds.
I will put a sling on one end and use an engine hoist to carry most of the weight until I can get it clear of the pump housing.
Yay, I can't wait.

See ya's later.