Make It Stop

As you may recall, I was bitching about the weather a couple of days ago. It snowed pretty good around here the day after Spring sprung.

Last night it was cold enough to freeze the windows on the car.

This morning, as I sit here scratching myself inappropriately, we have freezing fucking fog.

Fuck this.
I finally went to bed at 3 this morning, woke up at 6:45 it is now almost 8 AM and I am going back to bed.

From the looks of it outside, there will be no change when I wake up again.

We had a high of 39 the other day.
I am so looking forward to Summer.

Just for fun, night before last I woke up in the middle of the night needing to use the bathroom and while staggering around in the dark I managed to smack my knee cap on the dresser real good.
Damn, that fucker is sore, limped around all day at work. The whole knee cap is a nice shiny red, hasn't even turned colors yet.

Enough bitching, lights out.

Thanks fer stopping by.
Maybe I will have something more interesting later.

I Won This Battle

The war is far from over but I finally kicked that Chevy in the nuts and Fordified it.

I got on the internets and found a few cheats from other guys who had gotten tired of fucking around and figured out how to re wire a Chevy starter and the Alternator too.

A few copy paste, send it to the wife so she could print out the schematics, five trips to the parts house because I couldn't get a grip on all the little fucking electrical connectors I needed and game on.

The inside of the engine compartment looks like a nightmare but it works and I can go back and redo a bit here and there at my leisure to make it pretty again.

At least I know what goes where now.

WTF, it starts, runs and drives again and if I ever, ever, find the crack head that butchered that wiring harness, I am going to beat him senseless with his liver and string him up and choke him to death with his intestines.

The fucking shit I ran into would make a mechanic drink until he was blind.

Two, 10 gauge heavy duty wires coming from the alternator back to the starter, wrapped together and connected to a 14 gauge wire, with electrical tape.

Think of two ropes connected to a shoe string trying to pick up a rock the size of your car.

That kind of shit everywhere.
EVERYWHERE!

Everywhere I started hunting down wires, I ran into bizarre shit like that and would have to go get more wire and the correct connectors.

I got it to start and run but I am going to spending a long time going through a bunch of wiring harness'es and a ton of new wires, new connectors, harness covers, tie straps and beer until I get this fucker straightened out and looking pretty again.

It is a testament to my mechanical ability I got the fucker running at all.

Run it does though.

BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!


Kiss my fucking ass.

I do have to admit, right now under the hood it looks like a spider on acid had a field day....

Damn I'm Tired

My first full day out in the production room.

Like I said in the last post, I have been having a hell of a time sleeping all night lately.
This morning I woke up at Oh dark fucking thirty again, 4:00 AM.

I was going to go back to sleep but the low battery warning on my cell phone started beeping and when it does that, I don't trust that little fucker as far as I can throw it.
Usually it will beep once and die.
Soooo, I laid there trying to stay awake, of course, I dozed off but my mind must have been aware of my anxiousness not to be late for a job that I just started Monday and that I am on double secret probation for the next six fucking months, so I woke the fuck back up and turned the lights on.
Fucked around on the computer trying to catch up with some of my favorite sites for a while and bailed out.

There is a reason I have left those butt munchers in D.C. alone for a while, I don't need the added aggravation right now, I have a lot on my plate as it is.

Got to work, this time only twenty minutes early instead of eleven fucking hours like yesterday, and started in.

Basically, now I am a Millwright.

It's still turning wrenches, you know, Lefty loosie, Righty tighty, but it is all on things I have never seen before so there is a steep learning curve.

Mostly, figuring out where the hell what I am supposed to be working on is because all of their machinery has a number and I have no fucking clue where that certain machine is yet and I just saw the insides of the place for the first time yesterday afternoon.

I had to take a test for confined space entry ( thank you, Demeur) and Lock out tag out protocol.

Wouldn't ya know it, first thing this morning I had to do a lock out tag out and go get an oxygen meter to go down where the machine was we were going to take out with an over head crane.

This place uses Argon gas like crazy and that shit is odorless, tasteless yet non toxic, but it is heavier than air and will collect like water in the under ground pits with grates over head.
It will fucking keeel you if it fills up the pit and displaces the oxygen and without this oxygen sensor with alarms, you won't have a clue of what is happening to you except you just feel real sick, right before you die.

Anyway's, this is getting long.
My feet are killing me from the new steel toe'd boots I have to wear and I am beat from lack of sleep.

Come to me my pretty little pint of whiskey, Daddy needs a good nights sleep.

Speaking of Daddy, today is my Dads Birthday.

I need to make a phone call.

Thanks fer stopping by.

Did I Forget To Mention?

I really, really, truly fucking HATE weddings?


Especially my own..

Thank goodness I am not overly involved with this one either.
The one saving grace of being a guy.

So far, my instructions are;
 show up, sober, in a suit.

Two out of three anyone?

What Day Is It?

Holy fuck, I'm still alive, barely.
Twelve and thirteen hour days all last week and just for fun, on Friday, I worked from six A.M. to seven P.M., went to the portable domicile and ate something, laid down and finally fell asleep about nine thirty.
Got woke up at Midnight, was on the jobsite at Twelve thirty and worked straight through until I finally couldn't go anymore at eight fucking thirty Saturday night.
I drove over six hundred miles  last week to boot.
My crazy assed little brother worked thirty four hours straight finishing the job.
I couldn't do it.
Fuuuuuck me, am I tired and sore.
Now I get to drive for three and a half hours today so I can go whine and snivel in the arms of my sweetie.

Now ya know why it has been so quiet around here.
I get off work, have a few shots, eat something and fall the fuck down, rinse and repeat.

It might be a day or so before I start feeling human again so keep stopping by, I'm sure there will be something or other that I need to pound the keyboard about.

In The Middle Of Nowhere.

Yep, on the road again, I am many,many miles from the nearest town and will be here for a couple of weeks. Amazingly enough, there is WIFI here!

I'm in some RV park with my brother.

I'm tellin' ya, I am feeling like transient lately.
From here to there and back again every week or two.
Lot's and lot's of driving involved.
I have some long days ahead of me so blogging might get a bit scarce around here.
You can always find something interesting on the old blogroll though, that's what it is for.

Thanks fer stopping by.

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.

Someone Is Watching

Got a call from my little girl, what is she, 19?
Wants me to drive thirty miles to go look at a car she wants, on a dealer lot. 4200 hundred bucks for this POS.

Can you say NOT!!!?
I finally agreed, told her she ain't buying this fucking car and the guilt trip started.
Hey, I don't need the guilt, I will go look at the sonofabitch, I used to make a decent living picking apart used cars when I worked at a dealership.

Praise be, she called me right as I went to put gas in the truck to go over there.
Someone was going to be late and she had to stay over to cover for them.
I just went through this shit for my niece and my buddy came through for us and found her a nice damn little Plymouth with good paint, good tires, his partner did a head gasket job on it and fixed some stuff like a broken tail light and some other minor shit, took it through emsissions and fixed something else, all for 700 fucking dollars.

Let's do the math.
4200 bucks for a Ford Focus that she " has" to have, or 700 bucks for a decent runner.

Someone needs a dose of reality here AND a good beating., it looks like I am going to be busy.
Damn, I am getting too old to hold them down anymore.
Fucking kids.
I'm calling in the heavy guns, her mother.
I ain't stupid.

Maybe Tomorrow

It ain't happening today fer damn sure.

I Am Sofa King Done

I just spent the last three days getting my shit out of the shop, after I was "laid off".
My lower back is fried, the sciatic nerve in my right leg is lit up like a neon sign.
 I ate a corn dog on Wednesday for breakfast, had three bites out of a tuna sandwich and went and fell down.
I had a half of a home made egg and  english muffin Thursday for breakfast and a Taco Supreme for dinner , drank myself into a coma and woke up at six thirty this morning.
Had another corn dog and a coke, worked my home sick ass off all day, got stuck in some serious fucked up traffic, forty minutes to go a mile and a half, got back to the shop twenty minutes after they closed, shook the hand of the guy who got my job and went to my parents.Caught a buzz, got a cell phone and got home a half hour ago.
I made a cajun rub pork cutlet for dinner and now I am going to pass the fuck out.
I have a lot of shit on my plate right now and paying seventy bucks a month to Blog might be going the fuck away soon.
Either way, thanks fer stopping by.

Right now, I am so fucking exhausted the only thing saving my ass from being incoherent is Spellcheck.

It Figures

I have been dog tired all god damn week and have been looking forward to sleeping in since Monday.
Oh, fuck no, I woke up this morning earlier than I did every single day all week, ten after seven.
Fuck this noise, I am going back to sleep, I has the secret weapon.
See ya.

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.

Yeah, Yeah, I'm Slackin'

Life gets in the way sometimes and the beer is nice and cold.
I'll get back to ya in a bit

TGIF

Finally, an end to this fucked up week.
It's supposed to be nice tomorrow for a change, shit , it's in the high sixties and sunny today!

Two more fucking hours and my favorite part of the day will come, watching this fucking place disappear in my rearview mirror.

GOTCHA!!

I was checking my Email and clicked over to see number 99,999 so I hung around a few minutes and sure as shit I happened to catch number 100,000.

Mahtomedi says it was at a hunnerd grand and is from Minna-sota.

Thank you very much for stopping by!

It is quite the mile stone, a hundred thousand hits.

Now I can get over it and start back with the ranting, which I am going to do right fucking now.

Apparently, President Obama left his fucking nuts in Chicago, someone needs to Fed Ex those fuckers back to him, Next Day Air.

The motherfucker is STILL trying to appease those rotten cocksuckers from the Right Wing who have repeatedly stated their only agenda is to stop any thing he wants to get done and have repeatedly been successful at doing so.

Mr. Obama?
You need to sack up, kick that no good dirty sonofabitch Lieberman out on his ass into a snow bank and then go punch Mitch McConnel in the throat to send a message.
Playing nice with these sociopathic assholes gives everyone a perception of weakness, as if that isn't enough of a problem with the rest of the Democratic Caucus bumping into each other trying to find their knees fast enough to be the first one to openly fellate one of these dirt bags on National Television.

You said the buck stops here, then grab a pair and start slapping people around for Chrissakes.

What part of Commander In Chief do you not fucking understand?

I have seen seven year old girls who have shown more dominance than you.

Stand up and wave your dick around and let some of these fucking pussy bullies know just who the fuck is in charge here!

Bipartisanship is a figment of your imagination and asking those rotten fuckers to play nice CONSTANTLY reveals a side of you I never want to see again while holding public office.
We have two fucking wars going, a real Depression and you can't even keep your economic advisor's under control?

Dude, quit acting like a fucking freshman senator on his first day on the hill, trying to find the fucking bathrooms and stand up to these rotten fucking bastards and get PISSED OFF!

You can rest assured if I was in that spot, I would be out for blood.

Sarah Doesn't Disappoint

Stupid Fucking Bint.
Jesus, this is why Fox News is so fucking dangerous, some people actually believe their propaganda, apparently Caribou Barbie relies on them extensively for her information. In her Fux You's debut, she readily admits to that world famous lying motherfucker Bill O'Reilly that she thought that Iraq was behind the attacks on the Twin Towers on 9/11, SEVEN FUCKING YEARS LATER!

Interviewed by Fox News’s Bill O’Reilly on his show “The O’Reilly Factor,” Palin trashed many of the critical accounts of her candidacy in the new book “Game Change.” But one story from the book that Palin did not say was “made up” or “a lie” was the description of her uncertainty as to whether Iraq had a hand in the planning of the September 11 attacks.

“I did talk a lot to [campaign strategist] Steve Schmidt about the history of the war and where the attackers could have come from,” Palin said of her debate prep during the fall of 2008 – more than five years after the start of the war in Iraq and seven years after the terrorist attacks that hit New York and Washington

Please notice where I just got that quote, from the notoriously Right Wing Talking Points Spewing Politico.



Hello?
Seven years?

The following is a list of the hijackers that has been available to the general public long since 2001;

American Airlines Flight 11
Waleed Alshehri, 22, from Saudi Arabia *
Wail Alshehri, 28, from Saudi Arabia, brother of Waleed Alshehri, had psychological problems *
Abdulaziz Alomari, 22, from Saudi Arabia *
Satam Al Suqami, 25, from Saudi Arabia
Mohamed Atta, 33, from Egypt (the likely pilot) *
United Airlines Flight 93
Saeed Alghamdi, 21, from Saudi Arabia (had flight training) *
Ahmed Alhaznawi, 20, from Saudi Arabia *
Ahmed Alnami, 23, from Saudi Arabia *
Ziad Jarrah, 26, from Lebanon (the likely pilot) *
United Airlines Flight 175
Ahmed Alghamdi, 22, from Saudi Arabia
Hamza Alghamdi, 20, from Saudi Arabia, brother of Ahmed Alghamdi *
Marwan Alshehhi, 23, from United Arab Emirates (the likely pilot) *
Mohand Alshehri, 22, from Saudi Arabia, possible cousin of Marwan Alshehhi and/or from the same extended family as Wail and Waleed Alshehri
Fayez Ahmed Banihammad (Alshehri), 24, from United Arab Emirates (had flight training)
American Airlines Flight 77
Khalid Almihdhar, 26, from Saudi Arabia (originally from Yemen, changed citizenship in 1996) *
Nawaf Alhazmi, 25, from Saudi Arabia
Salem Alhazmi, 20, from Saudi Arabia, brother of Nawaf Alhazmi *
Hani Hanjour, 29, from Saudi Arabia (the likely pilot)
Majed Moqed, 24, from Saudi Arabia *


Sourced from "The Complete 9/11 Time Line".

Which, may I add, took me less than two fucking minutes to find on Google.
Is it just me, or do I NOT see one fucking name on that list with the word, IRAQ behind it?

Fair and Balanced my achin' ass, more like Twisted and extremely unbalanced if ya ask me.

In this day and age, where I just proved to you that being misinformed is an actual choice, where information is literally available at the speed of light from multiple sources and GOVERNOR Sarah Palin still believed, seven years after the fact, that Iraq still somehow had something to do with the attacks on the Twin Towers, I ASK YOU, TO YOUR FACE,
You still believe this woman is qualified to be The President of The United States of America?


Cross posted at The Seminal

at Firedoglake.

A Day Late And A Dollar Short

Fucking bastards!
The weather dudes all said it was supposed to be in the forties today.
Instead, I woke up to freezing rain and it is STILL colder than hell.

Even the fucking cats are trying to snuggle.
MMMPH< Covering my head with a blanket.
I am afraid to take a piss, my hands are frozen.
Trying to keep the furnace down but fuck this noise, I ain't doing anyone any favors by being a fucking popsicle.

Bonus round, I can hear the rain hitting the roof, guess what that means.

I'm sure It's Just A Coincidence

Apparently my computer has the same fucking problem I do, insufficient memory.

Long Day Ahead

What a fucked up weekend.
Spent two fucking days swapping out the engine in my kids pickup.
The motherfucker would NOT go back in.
Thank God my buddy Steve dropped by.
We spent two hours wrestling that motor and it STILL would not go in. Trying to stab the fucking clutch, we had to pull it in with long bolts through the bell housing, the hard way.
Dirty sonofabitch anyway.
We finally got it back together about five thirty yesterday.
Then the battery went tits up.
Then the fuel pump went tits up.
I have had the bed off of that truck FIVE fucking times putting used fuel pumps in it.
NO MAS.
The boy is going to Ford and buying a new fucking fuel pump.

My ass is kicked but good and now I have to fucking work today too.
I ain't a happy camper.