One For The Guys

Thanks Dad. He said maybe I had thought of this as a way to beat Flat rate.

I have actually thought of this at times.

I know I have dumped stuff out of my pickup backing up at full throttle and slamming on the brakes

All a guy could say is, "It ran when I pulled it!"

That Was Fast!

I went to that job interview yestrday and talked to a pretty nice guy but he had a strange accent and I had trouble understanding him. He asked lots of questions too.

I have a few weak spots, I'm not a licensed electrition for one.

Well, as you can probably tell from your own experiences at interviews, I was a tad nervous.
It is a maintenance position for a company that is world wide.

Apparently I said the right things because I got a phone call from the placement agency lady a little before lunch today telling me that the interview went really well and I am to report for work on Monday!

I let out a huge WHOO HOO!

Then I toldher that it was awesome and thanked her too.
I am currently two and a half hours away from home working under a deadline that this job HAS to be done by Friday. We pulled twelve hours today and made good progress but it is going to be close.

I told the Boss Man about the news and told him I have to be back in Vancouver Friday afternoon to go piss in a cup for this outfit.
I ain't worried about the piss test, it's the getting the fuck out of here in time.

There is more to this story but that kinda lets ya know what is going on.

To say I am stoked to get a full time, long term job ten fucking minutes away from home would be an understatement.

I still have some other things coming down the tube to tell ya about but I am going to string you along for awhile until I get a battle plan hammered out.

I would like to thank everyone for their best wishes for not only my recent wedding but also for this job interview.

It means a lot to me and I want you to know that.
I have had a lot of support from people I have never met yet are people I would like to call my friends.

OK, I just put in a twelve hour shift and I am fucking beat.
I may have to do it again tomorrow but I will be doing it with a slight hangover because I am going to celebrate a wee bit before I fall down and go thud.

Thanks again fer stopping by.

I'm Still Kicking

Crikey, It's been damn near a week since I last posted.

I was out of town for two weeks trying to make some scratch.

The Wife To Be came down here and is going through the last of the lists for the Wedding.

Freaking out about ties.
God bless her heart.

I do believe the nerves are starting to show.

I have not had time to visit my favorite sites pretty much all week.
I didn't even turn this thing on for two days so I am uncomfortably ignorant of current events.
As such, no ranting today.

Lucky you.

Two weeks from today, the big day is barreling towards us.

Anyways, thanks fer stopping by, maybe I will have some time yet today to scan the headlines and work up a head of steam about something.
There seems to be a never ending supply of complete fucking assholes out there up to no fucking good.

Where In The Fuck Am I Today?

Holy shit, I actually woke up in my own bed for a change.

I haven't been here in the Weasel Den for more than twenty hours at a stretch in two fucking months.
Gotta get some propane, the cat is actualy glad to see me, I didn't get to bed until four fucking o'clock this morning and now I have to go watch the Daytona 500 with a bunch of my drunken friends.

I got to see my honey for a little bit last night, that was nice.

Hey,Busted's Bro?

Thank you bud.

I'll be back.

God damn, this computer is fucking pissing me off.

Slower than tar running down a telephone pole in August.

Reverse Road Trip

Heading back to the weasel den here shortly.
This is going to be fun.
The place was a freakin' wreck when I left and now I have a weeks worth of laundry and a ton of camping shit that smells like camp fire smoke.
Tent, sleeping bag, all of my cook ware to clean and put away.
Hey, If I leave today, I still have a couple of days to do all that.
The GF is coming too.
BWAAAAAAHHHAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA.

Gotta love it.

Guess there ain't gonna be no hurry.
Like I could give a fuck anyway, I'll get to it eventually, it's all in plastic bags or boxes anyway.
That gives me most of Friday and then I need to get my circadian rythm back in sinc to go back to the Salt Mines on Monday.
In the mean time,

Thanks fer stopping by, seriously, I do appreciate it.

Submitted Without Comment

I gotta give credit to the cute little sister of Nasty Girl, who I spent several years trying to stick or something that rhymes with that.




Now kiss my fucking ass.

Have A Nice Weekend

Heh heh heh, Nasty Girl says Hi.

Beer Thirty Approaches

Actaully, cocktail hour approaches.
TGIF, I haven't been sleeping worth a shit all week and I am tired.
Yet, whoever said that there is no life after death should see me after work on a Friday, tired or not.
Y'all have a good weekend, I am sure something will catch my attention and cause me to unleash a generous dose of The Peoples English.

Soon the best part of the work week is going to happen, I am going to watch this place get smaller and smaller in my rear view mirror until it disappears until Monday.

Cheers.

Vitamin C Overload

As in in too many Screwdrivers last night.
Back soon.

What A Blast!

As usual, I got out of the Hell hole yesterday and headed straight to a beer.
I came home and proceeded to knock down several screwdrivers .
My neighbor, the big guy, came over and I gave him a beer and a pint of vodka, just to be neighborly. We sat and chatted for quite a bit and he proceeded to get pretty fucked up.
No problem, the guy lives ten feet away and if he gets too drunk, he can just sleep where he is sitting.

We are just kind of sitting there, bullshitting and by now both of us are downright hammered and Out. Of. The.Blue.,
this guy reaches out and punches me in the face and breaks my fucking nose.
Naturally, I return the favor, twice.
He then passes out while I am getting a paper towel and mopping up the blood.
WTF?!
Of course my glasses cut my nose too, ya gotta love those Made In China motherfuckers from the Dollar store, they are sitting on my broken nose as I type, they are fine.
Never a dull moment.

I kinda lost count but I think this is the eighth or ninth time my fucking nose has been broken.It is eight O'clock in the morning and I am going to go wake that bastard up and buy him breakfast, the fucker anyway.
If ya don't hear anything outta me in the near future.......

Update;

No, he doesn't remember a fucking thing, just as I thought.
Been there done that.
He woke up wondering why his mouth hurt and couldn't find his glasses, they were on the table over here.
He apologized several times.
Shit happens, I most certainly am not going to hold a grudge, he is a really nice guy, I just gotta remember not to give him hard alcohol.
Some folks are like that.

He said he was glad that he didn't kill me, that's two of us.

Drunk And Disorderly

Mission accomplished, I LOVE being on vacation.


Heh heh, notice the time stamp.

Thud

Yes, I fell down, no, I didn't spill my beer.

Fucking rookies.

Good Night Irene

I'll be back.

Ye Gads!

I'm outta beer, this will not do.
I have been outside in the heat, using the weed whacker that I finally got running, trimming the Primordial Jungle weeds in the back yard for an hour.

Screw dis, I'm on a beer run.

Chillin'

I haven't done a dang thing today.
I went outside once, to change the propane tanks and that was it.
It was nice earlier and then we got another thunderstorm and torrential rain. It did the same thing last night, it was so bad they broke into the local media with the emergency system about it.
It flat out poured last night.

I have just been sitting here on my behind playing computer games all day.
I needed a day off.
I got quite a bit done around here yesterday.

Oh, there is still plenty to do, too.

Sometimes ya just gotta kick back and relax.
Today was one of those days.

Thanks for stopping by and have a good evening.

Home Sweet Home

Heh, I am such a Redneck.

I bailed out of my parents place shortly after they got home.
I already had one cat in the truck and was loading up the other one as they pulled in.
I gave mom a kiss and a hug and gave my dad a hug and was bailing out, it was rather hot out and I didn't want the cats to cook.
Pops told me to hold up, he had something for me and the next thing I know, he is digging around the back of the motor home and starts hauling out half gallons of whiskey, four of 'em!

Damn straight I will wait a minute!

So I threw them in the back and off I went, in the Beast.

I had had a couple of beers about an hour before they got there while I was packing shit in the truck and I was fine to drive but you might be a might alarmed to know that people like me exist when you least expect it.

I had two gallons of booze, a half rack of beer and two rifles in the gun rack,yes I have a gun rack in my truck, why do you ask?

I had two more rifles in the back, along with my pistol.
The truck is louder than hell, the power steering quit working, the front brakes pull to the right pretty good, the cab was full of crap and the bed was full of crap and I have one turn signal that really likes to stay on when I ain't looking and brake lights that work once in a while.

I do have insurance and the tags are good!

All this and bombing down the road at sixty miles an hour.
Whoo Hoo!
Get the hell out of the way kids!

Did I mention that I only have one cat carrier?

That means I also had one very unhappy cat traveling around randomly under the seat, on the dash everywhere except under the pedals, I kept grabbing it and throwing it on the passenger side.

I made it just fine and am laying here in the Weasel Den with one cat in, one cat out, a cold beer and a bottle of whiskey within reach.
I get to try out the shower here shortly, I just got done planting my onion sets.


The Beast is parked until I can get around to fixing some of that shit, brake lights are kind of a must anymore, dammit.
I know what is wrong, the turn signal switch is wore out, they want fifty bucks fer one of those damn things now!

Never a dull moment!

And you worry that I have no fun in my life, shame on you.

So, How Is The Economy Working For Ya?

It's getting scary out there.
I have been house sitting for my folks for the past three months, and I have to say, this is not down town.
This is a fairly solid upper middle class neighborhood and I have been having the strangest shit go on since I have been here.
I have this one guy that stops by every week and wants to collect the empty beer and pop cans I put in bags and set out.

OK, have at it dude, I been there and ya are more than welcome to 'em.

Two minutes ago, at Eleven Fifteen at night, the door bell rings.
Not a good thing.
I don't recognize the beater car in the driveway so I take a precaution before I open the door and here is the Beer can dude!

He ain't happy because there aren't any cans outside!

What. The. Fuck?!!

I took the garbage and recycling out three hours ago and I know damn good and well there was at least ten Beer cans in sacks, in the recycling.


Somebody done beat the guy out of his money, which ain't much, but he came to the door a couple of weeks ago and asked permission to get the cans.I can't fucking believe there is someone out in this area that is ripping off the Can Dude.

That's fucked up.


Apparently there is someone in more dire straights, and the Can Dude needs to rearrange
his schedule.

He was not happy that there were no beer cans in the recycling and rang the fucking door bell at quarter past eleven to let me know that.

A locking storm door and a deadbolt on the front door, I ain't worried about the guy busting in and demanding a half rack of empty beer cans but it is sure as fuck a sign of the times when someone is swiping beer cans out of the recycling at ten o'clock at night.

The poor bastard was giving me a guilt trip because I told him he could take them and tonight there wasn't any when he got here.


By the way, this is going to be a big surprise to the old man when he gets back into town.

Heh,the poor Can Dude is in for a let down too, When I split, the cans are going with me, Daddy don't drink beer anymore.

Holy Crap, I'm Outta Beer!

I shall return shortly.
I hate it when this happens.
H/T tip to my lovely friend Suzanne for turning me onto this little ditty, enjoy until I get back.



BTW, the reference to KPIG?
If ya like the Blues, tune in on a Saturday night.

Happy Birthday!

To me.

See ya's laters ,Gators.
I has some things to take care of today.

Guess What?

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! , Thud.

Gnite!

It's going to be a long day tomorrow.

H/T Larue and Rehctaw.

Holy Shit.