Fuck You Big Daddy Google

Recently, Google decided what was best for us and enabled some weird fucking word verification that no one can fucking read without even as much as a would  ya'?

I know it pissed me off and I went and checked their questions about it page and it is obvious  most every one there is of the same opinion.

Idiots.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it, yet again.
Head, desk, repeat.

Apparently it is their solution to curbing spammers.

What I do know from personal experience, is that it frustrates the living shit out of someone like me who has marginal eyesight.

I CAN"T READ THE FUCKING LETTERS YOU MORONS!!!

Jesus H Fucking Christ.

I know for a fact that I am not the only one.

The end result being that after someone takes the time and effort to leave a comment, even if it is only to tell me to go fuck myself, and gets frustrated with the comment publishing process, they will just say fuck it and NOT SAY ANYTHING!

SOOOOOO, I have two choices here at my own little rant hole, I can either allow spammers free reign and have to go in and manually delete their verbal diarrhea,or, turn off the fucking word verification, which I just did, you are welcome.

For the love of all that is Holy, please, tell me that shit is gone in the now wide open comment section.

Oh, and GOOGLE?

Get your heads out of your collective asses and fix that shit yesterday.

Back to the drawing board boys and girls.

Speaking Of No Fly Zones,

One of my Domestic Terrorist Friends has decided to bail out of Blogger and move to WordPress.

EEEDIOT!

Oh well, I hope it works for him because as far as I am concerned,WordPress can lick the tar balls out of my ass.


Been there, done that.

I see a few other folks haver been having problems with Blogger and bailed out.
More power to ya's.
I am no tech geek but that outfit flat pissed me off.
I spent weeks and weeks trying to get that sumbitch to do what I wanted and got cock blocked every step of the way.
I have heard that it is more user friendly than it used to be but once you piss me off as bad as they did, suck my fucking dick.
One of these days I am going to have to get my own website and that is going to cause me to have stomach cramps in the night.

In the mean time, I still known how to use this fucker, watch.

Need I say more?

Riding The Storm Out

Fucking weather. It's supposed to snow like a bitch around here in the next day or two, get down to 17 fucking degrees and then be all butterflies and honeysuckle.

I bailed out of the Weasel den, told my guy that has been living in a fucking shed and taking care of my cat to move his ass in so he doesn't freeze to fucking death, made sure there was propane, groceries, some beer and smokes and bailed the hell out to come see the sweetie and make sure everything is OK here.
 I drove through two snow squalls, a hail storm and sleet for twenty miles.

What ever is supposed to hit the Weasel Den should be three times as bad here.

I made her go to the store with me so we had enough to get by with for four days at a minimum.

Riding the storm out baby's.

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.

Why Do I Smell Propane?

Guess I'll go light a smoke and find out, I know I lit all the pilot lights.
Little fucking bastard, the pilot went out for the oven.
What, you look like you are surprised you didn't hear a big boom.
Yeah, I lit the fucker, my buddy Steve was sitting right in front of me when I did. Thank goodness, it is a little tiny one. I have fallen asleep with a stove burner on before with out it being lit, ya really don't want to do that. Thank God I am up above the stove and this joint has a draft or two.The gas flows down hill and a good fart sends it elsewhere.
For some damn reason, the oven light went out. I haven't been here in a few days and this place is getting old.
I re lit it, turned the oven on a couple a times and shut it off, the pilot is still going. Just for good measure, I lit off the furnace. That should have lit the place up but it is all good.
Ya gotta love living dangerously.

Quit worrying fer chrissakes, it was just a little whiff here and there.
I thought the cat was especially glad to see me after four days.
See ya's tomorrow, maybe.
LOL!
Shirley, you can't possibly believe you are going to get rid of me that easy...

Seriously, Propane, Natural gas, Kerosene, Gasoline, Coleman White Gas, none of that kind of petroleum liquid fuel is to be taken lightly, it can burn you to a crisp or blow you to an early meeting with your maker.
I kid around a bit but I have been messing with this stuff for years now. Let me tell ya, I have had my eyebrows singed off more than once.

Disclaimer;
If you smell rotten eggs , get the hell out of there.
Bad things are brewing.
For your Grand childrens sake, never, ever, ever, clean parts in gasoline, never clean parts in solvents without proper ventilation, proper protective equipment like rubber gloves and face shields and extreme attention to sources of flame, like a fucking a pilot light in a gas fired hot water heater or some idiot standing next to you smoking a cigarette and for my sakes, do not listen to what I say and do, I like you guys and I am just being a smart ass.
Nothing I do or say should ever be used as a measure of what is safe and what isn't. If, I am running my yap, you can bet your ass it isn't safe.Run the fuck away.
BTW, keep all yer fingers and toes, I don't want to have to pick your nose for ya.

I like Comments

When you all have a reply to what I have to say, it makes me feel like I actually have something intelligent to say instead of just spewing words into the ether like a Bukkake film.
Know what I mean?

Apparently my comment feature is completely fucked up right now.
After Haloscan went tits up, I tried a couple of different venues and no one was happy.
Sorry.
I even paid money for one system and they pissed me off a week later so I told them to go pound sand in their ass and keep the lunch money.
That pissed off the guy in charge and he Emailed me so I replied to his face and still told him to keep the lunch money.

Now, I am having mystery issues, the Disqus that I had installed disappeared by some miracle and I really don't know what the fuck is directing my comments.
I tried to re install it, took me a fucking hour and a ton of hassle, I'll be fucked if I know if it worked.

I know that I am just like everyone else that absolutely hates having to type in those fucking confirmation words, seriously, they piss me off.
The downside of not having to do that are those intestinal worms called Spammers, they immediately infest this joint and I have to spend a bunch of time deleting their shit when I could be drinking beer.
Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

So, I am going to leave this up to you guy's. If ya want me to get rid of comment moderation, let me know.
If I have to spend a bunch of time deleting those Spammer cunts, I'll do it until I don't feel like it anymore.
Just so ya know, all comments also show up in my Email account and I can delete your ass either way.
It's up to you, I really like the inter action and treasure your comments but I also have to level that with those fucking bastards who leave some kind of Asian Spammer shit all the time.
It's your call, I am going to keep ranting either fucking way because I AM DAMN GOOD AT IT.

Thanks fer stopping by.

I Finally Pissed EVERYONE Off!

Either that or my stat counter is broken.
According to it, I have not had one single visitor since ten o'clock last night.
Lol! It could be too, that everyone is somewhere else.

We Shall See

I did something out of the ordinary last night and actually got something accomplished.
I cut up some paper towel rolls and got out the peat moss and some seeds and started twenty five little peat pots.
I have WAY more seeds than garden space but that is a good thing.
They are sitting next to a window and will stay warm and get plenty of light.

I also tore into my get home bag, what a disaster that thing was.
It is going to take several more hours to put it back together the way I want it but it was way the hell overdue.

Little by little, I am trying to get my shit back together, I have seriously been slacking.
Now that the weather is starting to get decent, I find myself getting more active. I am one of those unfortunate souls who gets all fucked up in the winter, the short days and miserable weather just shuts me down.

Now I have more to do than I can shake a stick at but I am chipping away at the stone.

I am going to busier than a half fucked fox in a firestorm here shortly.

Site Maintenance

I just went through my Blogroll and deleted a slew of defunct sites that weren't there anymore when you clicked on them, it was way overdue.
Some had been dead for a couple of years.
It just makes room for some fresh faces later.

There are a couple more I am eyeing if I don't see a new post pretty damn soon too.

Get busy.

About Those Comments....

Yes, I switched the comments over to Echo, no I didn't want to and no, I don't like it.
I pretty much had no choice and had to pay twelve bucks for the privilege.
Halo Scan is shutting down Feb 19th for good. If your blog is on Blogger, you will have to switch to Echo or something or else you will lose all of your previous comments and not have the ability for anyone to leave any. I had just shy of 4,000 comments and I have put way too much time and effort in this place to lose them over twelve lousy bucks.

Like anything else, in time we will all figure out how to use this new system.

God dammit.

Colder Than A Well Diggers Ass

12 fucking degrees this morning and Winter is still two weeks away.

The water lines going to the Weasel Den have been frozen solid four four days now. Gotta love having some bottled water stashed away.Even the sixty gallon storage tank is frozen.
Miserable shit.
I see someone did finally cut down that dead tree behind my place last weekend. I could kiss whoever that was.
I have been worried about that thing coming down on top of me since I moved over there.
It happened to my neighbor, there was another one right next to it and it broke off in a windstorm and went through his trailer like a knife through butter and he was in it!

He got lucky and didn't get hurt but I saw first hand what the results were and it wasn't pretty.
I just happened to move into the exact same spot.
One less thing to worry about.
I am just hoping none of my water lines are burst, just waiting to spray water everywhere once they thaw out.
That could be very, ugly.

It Never Ends

What a Royal pain in the ass it has been.

Not only have I been bedridden with THE WORST fucking cold of my life, since last fucking Tuesday, I finally crawl to some kind of cognizant thought about eleven thirty this morning and roll over and hit the computer to see what is going on and I repeatedly get an error message that my Verizon Piece of Shit Air Card is "out of order".
Yay.

After two grueling hours of dealing with a very nice young lady from tech support, we gave up.
She thinks it is a software problem, I think the card took a shit.
I still have my old laptop sitting here , plugged in, so the cats have a keyboard to lay on, they are just that way.
I plugged it back into that and got the same error message.
That tells me the card is fucked.
So, while the nice lady is mailing me a new disc, I called my old man, because he has the same shit, and asked him where the nearest Verizon store is and if it is open.
Sure enough, about ten miles and they are. The nice lady wanted me to drive to Oregon, about sixty miles, round trip.

So, I call this place and ask them if they can test my card, no, their computers are locked to keep them from watching football or porn. or some fucking thing.

I talk to this nice young man, describe my problem, he say's, all I can do is get a new card as a premature upgrade.
For Eighty fucking dollars.

Fine, I says, give me a few and I will be there.
Drag my carcass out of bed, fire up the Beast, another story I am pissed about, and drive up there.
As I am pulling out of the driveway, my phone rings, so I stop and answer it.
It is some lady friend who is half drunk and starts in about this crazy lady who used to live across the street who was pulling her chain. It took a good three minutes to get her off the fucking phone and when I hang up to pull out, I see a local cop sitting across the street, as far as I know, he has been there the whole time and here I only have comprehensive insurance on the Beast.
I hung up, turned on the turn signal, pulled out and prayed.
It must have worked.

I get there, after scaring the shit out of anyone within thirty feet of the Beast, and there is a fucking line of people, on a Sunday.
Some guy comes a me with a clip board and I think to myself, here we go.
Takes some info and says wait until we can get to ya.

My fucking head is spinning and my knees are wobbling just standing there.
Fortunately, a cute chubby chick comes up and we start in. I ain't in a good mood and I am being curt, not rude, just curt.
We dicked around about ten minutes and my knees are getting wobblier and my head is spinning faster. FINALLY, she says, that will be 99 bucks with a rebate.
NOT.
I told her I had talked to this guy Matt and he said eighty.
Off she goes. Pretty soon Matt overrides her ass and then it is pay the lady and get back home.
Delete Verizo0n, reinstall, it works, I go to get on the internets and FireFox is fucked up.
By now, I am pissed off.
I load Internet Explorer, I have teh internets again and delete FireFox, reload the sonofabitch and here we are.

Ain't life Grand?

See ya later, I gotta go back to bed now.

They It Is

Look to the left, I added a Donate button that actually works.

I ain't proud, anything that helps get rid of those pesky collection calls is more than welcome.
I titled it Keep Me Out Of Your Neighborhood because winter is coming and I hate pan handling in the rain.

Thanks in advance.

Busted

Busier Than A Seven Peckered Billy Goat

Damn straight there ain't no rest fer the wicked.

I don't think I can even remember all the shit I did today.

First off, Granny has been waiting for three months for this piece of shit, goddamn little plastic tray that was supposed to just slide over the top of her walker.
It showed up yesterday, and just as planned, it didn't fit.

I took the fucking cafeteria tray with two slots in it to work, along with her walker and spent 45 minutes with a Die Grinder opening up the slots that were supposed to slide right over the handles out and then throwing a couple of screws with rubber tubing on the outside on the back side of the damn thing so it would do what it was supposed to do.
She can just lift it off if she doesn't want to use it.That got done at nine thirty this morning and she is absolutely thrilled to have it.

In the mean time, I tried to keep the guys in the shop on track to get what needed done, done.
That didn't work so well because I have two guys that pretty much do whatever the fuck they want and spend half their time yakking at each other because my boss goes around me constantly and gives them these little projects to do.

In the mean time, I started figuring out what it was going to take to repair the throw out bearing arm that sticks in and out of my transmission because nobody has parts for a forty two year old Ford, anywhere, in town.
I backed it into the shop the other day to load up some crap and that was the end of that, the clutch quit working because the idjit I got it from fucked up the throw out bearing AND the arm that levers it back and forth.

I get to go to the shop tomorrow and finish putting the fucker back together.
Just for a bonus project, I found out I have the Fred Flintstone floor board going on.


I finally had an epiphany and realized the spring clip that had broke off could be reproduced with a bit of ingenuity by grinding down an old Sawzall blade and burning a couple of holes in the end to screw it down to the arm.
Ninety bucks and several hours later, My buddy Norm stuck the transmission back in my truck, after a great deal of fucking around with a piece of shit transmission jack and me laying on my back with a flashlight in one hand and a prybar in the other.I would have never got that sonofabitch back in by myself.

I had to beat feet after work and go pick up a prescription for Granny, bring that and the walker here, had a beer, took off for home, stopped and had a drink, went to Bi Mart, picked up a toilet seat and a lid , some canned goods, there was fuck all for ammo, more empty shelves than I ever want to see again, I snagged a brick of 22 LR and some 22 shorts, that was it.

Stopped and grabbed some smokes and then
tore into that toilet.
I have twenty five onion sets going gang busters, I snagged some more seeds for the garden I hope to put in before I fall over dead.

Yadda , Yadda, Yadda,
This has not been a great day and I have so much shit to do it would make yer head spin.

I finally got the toilet fixed in the Weasel Den tonight, I have about a ton and a half of big rocks to load up, by hand, and drag off, a hot water heater to swap out, not the one you are thinking about, a propane fired one that lays on it's side and has to have the outside cover glued and screwed to keep the rain out.
I have to fix the roof, finish unpacking, clean the joint up, fix the lights and do a ton of laundry.
Then it is time to pack up all my shit here at my folks, move that back, snag a couple of fucking cats and try to get them acclimated to a new place and finally get about thirty containers of garden soil unloaded, make some more raised beds and fuck all if I am not going to drink a bunch of beer in the next week.
I know damn good and well I am forgetting about ten more things that need to get done but I am going to fall the fuck down now.


Thanks for stopping by, if it gets a little quiet around here, it will because I am exhausted.

It's A Week Early, So Sue Me

I completely forgot about my Blogiversary last year and don't ask me why, I just happened to think about it tonight.

On the 27th, this little bit of Blogtopia will turn three.
Three years I have been churning out expletives and rants that would make a sailor blush.
That's something, I guess.
Here is my first post, just for posterity.

My first post

I had to start this blog to leave a comment on somebody elses blog. I will return later and leave some kind of raving lunatic rant about politics or something.

How prophetic was that?!
Yep, I ranted and raved during the BushCo regimes tenure and I ain't done with those cocksuckers yet, either.
This current financial meltdown is in no small part, from their watch.
I know Clinton is not blameless but just for shits and giggles, take a hard look at reality.

Anyway, Obama and those spineless fuckers in charge right now sure as shit are not getting any kind of free pass, I call Bullshit when I see it, I don't care who is in charge.

There is Bullshit going on too, never seems to be an end to the fucking over of the average working person.

I have actually tried to steer away from the political crap because it makes me very, very angry, and I don't need the stress, I have enough lately, thank you very much.

Anyway,
I would like to take a moment and personally thank anyone and everyone who has stopped by to see what ever I am ranting about, I appreciate that it is a conscious decision to take time out of your day.
Thanks.

To my regulars, (that just sounds weird to type),Thank you for your comments and continued readership.

It took a long time to get any kind of traffic through here at all, and over the last year, this little juice joint kind of took off.

I just want you to know that I am sincerely grateful for the support.

Phil Paul, AKA, Bustednuckles, the Ornery Bastard.

Wore The Fuck Out.

Sorry, nothing new to go off on, there is but I can't because of legal ramifications.Take my word for it, I ain't a happy camper.Work related.
I went to bed early yesterday and I am doing it again tonight.
Thanks for stopping by, I did find out Granny is a sugar fiend.
I do believe I counted over ten different kinds of cookies and cakes and sugar rolls when I took her shopping tonight.
WTF, when ya get to be 95, ya do whatever the fuck ya want.

I bought beer and some Girl Scout cookies for her.
The little shits are quite relentless.

Bustedus Domesticus: Laundry Day

Whew!
When I went and started mucking out the Rat Hole the other night, I completely filled the back of a short bed pickup up with clothes and bedding and any thing else I could get my hands on.

I have been doing laundry for two freakin' days!

I wanted every thing out of the way so the next time I head over there, it's going to about picking up miscellaneous shit and scrubbing and securing shit so it won't go flying around when I have to move it.
With any luck, that will be next weekend.

I was wayyyyyy overdue to clean the place up anyway, this just gives me a kick in the ass to get it done.

It's amazing what a fucking disaster a damn trailer can turn into when you are a lazy fucking slob like I am, jayzus, what a mess.

I am waiting to hear from my ex about what I can reasonably expect for a tax return.
If it is enough, I am going to be on Craig's List like stink on shit looking for a new and improved Rat Hole.

This one has served it's purpose but it is a real junker and I would like to get something maybe a little newer than a 1981 model and that everything is actually in it and works.

We shall see.

Sometimes I see some real steals .

Wish me luck!

As The Stomach Churns, So Are The Days Of Our Lives

Or something like that.
Change is gonna come, for me sooner than thee, I hope.

Yep, I fucked around and here it is.

My folks are leaving tomorrow for parts unknown until they get there, I am heading over to their place to wreak my own special kind of havoc.

Unlike a great deal of my fellow countrymen and women, I am actually going to upgrade.
I dunno how many channels of shit on the new TV, I don't even know how the fucking remote works. I did see where the sonofabitch lets ya know who is calling ya on the phone, that's a new one on me.

I am going to head over there tomorrow after work with the first load of dirty laundry and the first stupid cat that sticks it's head out for me to grab.
After that, it is going to be piecemeal but I am going to find the bottom of this Rat Hole and clean it out completely.
I haz a plan but it is too early to let on.

God Bless ya and I hope all is well with ya during this transition.
Don't worry if ya don't hear from me every day, I have a giant bottle of Aleve with my name on it and my newest bestest friend, the Heating Pad, not to mention the usual adult beverages.

A Change Is Gonna Come,
Aretha.
This is fucking excellent.

Thank You, May I Have Another?

Karma is a bitch.


True to form , I got bit on teh ass again.
After the big Flood the other day, I set down a pair of rubber gloves I was using next to the bathroom sink after I was done cleaning up the fucking mess from a door to door water flood.

Lucky me, I came home tonight to find water running out the motherfucking front corner of the the trailer, the old cat decided to make it's self comfortable on top of the sink in the bathroom, with the water running to keep the pipes from freezing, again, because I had the heater going to help dry out the joint, and plugged up the sink with the rubber gloves I sat down after cleaning up the last mess
Ain't life grand?
Holy Fucking Shit.
This is after the roads being frozen and having to drive three miles an hour in Four Wheel Drive through town on a sheet of ice.

Happy Holidays.

It might be a bit before I post again due to my having to regain my sense of humor.

No, it is too late, I am now officially crazy.
Do yourself a favor and stay clear the hell out of kicking distance.

I see the folks telling me to get out now.
To where?
Right. I am still luckier than a great deal of the people with a heartbeat on this planet.

If I was buddies with the assholes currently running this country, I could get a brand new trailer from the government, I just can't hold my breath that long, Mr. FEMA dude, and there is a huge conspiracy going on right now with the disposition of all those FEMA trailers the government bought for the victims of Katrina that were found to have high levels of Formaldehyde. The government is paying some farmers hundreds of thousands of dollars a month to store them while they sell them off for scrap metal.

Meanwhile, the folks of New Orleans get bupkiss.

I might have some troubles but I don't live in a city that the Bush Administration decided to let die a slow death.
Fuck that. Life goes on for everybody. I just have some extra fun.

The Frozen Turd Tube Fiasco

Y'all will please excuse my recent absence, I was kinda busy.
My last post mentioned the cold weather that has descended on the area and has refused to let up, well it bit me finally.

I knew it was going to freeze around here so being the real fart smeller I am, I turned the water on to run in the bathroom so my pipes wouldn't freeze. All well and good says I.

Not.

I woke up to a half inch of standing water all over the whole trailer, basically from one end to the other, again.

I went through this little scenario a while back. So my first thoughts are that the damn pipe I fixed must have let go but I don't hear water running.
I stick my head in the bathroom and there is still a slow drip coming out of the faucet but the other thing I see is a whole bunch of standing water in the tub.

Strange.

Then it dawns on me, oh fuck, the sewer hose is frozen.
I rush outside to turn off the water and sure as shit the flexible sewer line is frozen solid.

Fuck me, that ain't good.
I go back into my soggy lair, I had a bunch of shit sitting on the floor, including a big pile of dirty clothes I had been sorting out to wash, everything was soaked.

I drug out the multiple laundry baskets I had stacked up in the corner and started filling them up. Then every towel I own and a couple of blankets got tossed on the floor to start soaking up all the water.

I opened up a cabinet and got out a bottle of water from my emergency stash, (SEE! I keep telling you!) and made a pot of coffee while I figured out just what the hell I was going to do here.

I called work and told them I wasn't coming and started in.
I drug the Propane Heater From Hell outside and fired it up, then I scrounged a sheet of plywood from the neighbor and leaned it up against the side of The Rat Hole and then some other miscellaneous boards and shit and made a little lean to so the heat wouldn't just go straight up into the air.

Then I went inside and started boiling pots of water.

Many trips back and forth later, I finally got one end of the hose undone from where it goes into the ground.
Many more trips and I got the valve thawed out for the black water tank to close. The sewer hose had a couple of holes in it and water was just pouring on the ground until this point.

One thing I was SO grateful for, I had recently dumped the holding tank and flushed it out several times so there were no human waste products involved in this whole fiasco. I was afraid of the damn thing freezing and splitting wide open, I have seen the results of that, not good. This could have been a real disaster otherwise, like throw everything away and find a place to live while decontaminating everything. All the water everywhere was Fresh water, Thank God!

Long story short, I spent all day getting the situation straightend out.

Three trips to the Hardware store, it never, ever takes less than three trips, ever.

I finally replaced the Turd Tube, mounted it up on a board and wrapped heat tape around it and plugged it in.
All set, right?

Wrong.

While I was dicking around with that, the fucking water line going into the trailer froze because I had shut it off.
It broke a plastic 'T' I had on it so I could hook up a garden hose too.
Off that came, took the hose inside and thawed it out, boiled more water and thawed out the pipe where it comes out of the ground and reinstalled the hose going to the trailer.
This time, I was ahead of the game because I had bought insulation to cover all this stuff up,on the last trip to the Hardware store.

I worked on that mess until three thirty in the afternoon. Lucky for me it was a beautiful day. Cold but no wind and not a cloud in the sky.

I took all the wet clothes and threw them in the bathtub and went and had SEVERAL cocktails.

I still have a mess to clean but the big project is fixing where all that water came from in the first place, the seal under the fucking toilet must be shot, that is where it all came from.

The first order of business is doing all that laundry.
Then I am going to mop the floor with bleach, then I am going to tackle the toilet.
No fun job that, it isn't your typical porcelain model with the nice handle on the tank. Oh no, this is a RV model with the foot controls and is plastic and very expensive and a real bitch to access the bolts holding it down because it is literally boxed in between the linen closet and the sink cabinet.

No rest for the wicked.

I am going to very busy for a couple of days.

Oh, by the way, I was not the only one this happened to, I saw several familiar faces in the plumbing section at the Hardware store, all with the same problem, frozen turd tubes.

The joys of living in a trailer. The learning curve continues.

Update:

Snow and freezing rain being predicted off and on for the next couple of days, things are going to get ugly around here.