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.

Can We Dissolve The Department Of Homeland Security Now?

OK, Osama Been Dead now.

OK, now what?
 We actually have his body!
How fucking cool is that?!
Finally.
Osama Bin Ladin is finally dead.
Yah fucking Hoo.

The fucking President hasn't even spoken about it yet.

The jizz is running down  Chuck Todd's chin as I type.

Can we get rid of the Patriot Act now?
 Seriously?



Hey, GW?
 You fucking pussy, a black man finally got the fucker.
Really.

The 8th anniversary of Mission Accomplished. To the fucking day.

Shadenfruede to the tenth power.
Have some of this;

 

Have some covert operations.
We have known for a long time that he was in Pakistan.
  Did they use UPS or FedEX to get his body out of the country?

"US Personell Involved",

The talking heads  on tee vee have had a collective orgasm and are currently trying to make  GW a fucking hero.
Excuse me?

 Bush has been out of office for two and a half years and still can't figure out how to lift the lid on a toilet.

OMG, 9/11. Taliban,McChrystal,, 
What The Fuck Ever.
These fucking people  from the Main Stream media need to be dragged down the street by their intestines.

Anyway, this chapter of American History is over.
Done.

 Good.

Bonus round, My sister in law, what a sweetie, caught this screen grab from Fox Fucking News and sent it to me;

USAMA.

Idiots.

Bonus round, I told my brother that the fucking media was going to blow this up to equate the end of World War two and I will be damned if they didn't do exactly that.

Brian Fucking Williams @ NBC, did exactly that.

Excuse the fuck out of me,  One dead mother fucker is equal to four years of world wide war and hundreds of thousands of human beings being killed in horrific ways?
Really?

BTW, Fuck you Cheney, Fuck you Rumsfield and fuck all of you sonsabitches that lied to our faces.
 RIP Pat Tillman and all the other American servicemen and women who have been killed for their lies and Please take away the pain and suffering of the wounded.
 From all sides.
The Collateral damages.
These cocksuckers are guilty of ordering the death and suffering of over a half a million people, because of one guy.

Never, ever, forget that.

Verizon Can Suck My Ass

Ohhhh, this has been coming for a while.

Wait for it.

I originally got a Verizon air card a couple of years ago when I still had a laptop. I'll be the first to admit I thought it was way cool that I could go any where there was a cell phone signal and get on line. I still think that is cool.

Unfortunately, my lap top took a major shit.

Then I hooked up an old PC and plugged it in and away I went.
Originally, it was like $59 bucks a month, for two years. It started creeping up to, I dunno, $62 a month.
Last year at this time, I was lying flat on my back, so sick I thought I was literally going to die. It took over two months to get over what ever the fuck it was I came down with.
While I was laying here, I entertained my self on the internet.

All of a sudden, I couldn't get connected.
So I fucked around and I fucked around, trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong.

I finally called the sonsabitches and went through a big hassle of diagnosing the fact that my air card had died.
The little thingy you plug into yer USB port.
By now I am sick AND pissed off.
I drug my sick ass out of bed and went the two blocks down the street to where I bought the motherfucker, to be told it was out of warranty and they don't sell that shit anymore. Now I AM pissed.
I get directions to the nearest Verizon store and get in my truck and drive fifteen miles away, the whole time my head is spinning and I think I am going to pass out.

I get there and these young little gen X'ers are all over me. I tell them my problem, they tell me the fucker is out of warranty, I explain I already know that.
I tell them I am sick and possibly contagious and the game plan changes immediately.

A new air card is $80. Fine, get one now. Soon enough, I am handing over my debit card and signing a receipt.

Off I go and yadda fucking yadda, I finally get set back up.

What the dirty cocksuckers didn't bother to tell me, was that they renewed my fucking contract for another two years.
I found this out after I started having problems again last summer and had to call the fuckers again. I wanted to get rid of the bastards then but Oh, Hell no, it was going to cost me another $120.

So I said fuck it and just kept paying them. Next thing I know, my bill has gone up to $72 fucking dollars a month on a $59.99 a month plan!
I bitch but I keep paying.

I am on the internet all the time when I ain't working or at the club having a few.

Then I lost my job.

This is where it gets interesting.

A month later, I get the $72 bill for the internet.
I'm thinking I can't afford that shit on unenjoyment so's I call them up and tell them I want the cheaper plan. The lady tries to talk me out of it, citing I used blah blah blah, so many bites or some fucking thing. I said I can't afford that shit anymore, so she say's OK.
Fine. This is after my Girl friend bailed my ass out with these pricks to the tune of damn near a hundred and fifty bucks in September.

Now that I am not working, I spend WAY too much time surfing the net apparently.

My bill, for ONE MONTH , came to $268!!

That is no typo, TWO HUNDRED and SIXTY EIGHT MOTHER FUCKING DOLLARS!!

For one month of internet service.

Gee, ya think maybe I thought there was some kind of mistake?
Oh, HELL NO!
You bet yer ass I called 'em and bitched. The $39.99 service only covers so many blah blah blah bites or some shit and they start adding up at so much per bite when ya go over.

It seems I went WAY the fuck over.
So I called 'em and I threw a complete fit. I realize it isn't the young lady on the phone that caused my grief and I told her that but God DAMN was I mad!
So I bitched and bitched and bitched some more.
She tried to explain to me how their billing process works and it went clear over my head, I was so pissed.

I handed the phone to my girl friend and she finally figured it out.

Needless to say, I told her to change my plan back immediately.

Seeings how it was still the first week of the month, she said she could do that retroactively and was nice enough to give me a 35% discount on this enormous fucking bill.

Now it is only $195 bucks..
I feel so much better now.

NOT!

Dirty fucking bastards, after the first of the year, I am going to give them their $120 bucks to cancel this fucking contract they extended without telling me and calling those other cocksuckers at ComCast.

I hate those fucking bastards too but I have limited choices in this little podunk town.

At least it won't be Dial Up.

Dirty fucking bastards, all of 'em.

A Short Conversation With My Cat

Me:
 Get the fuck off of me, I already fed you.

My cat;
I loves you, pet me asshole, where the fuck have you been?

Me;
 Yer spilling my beer, get the fuck off me.
My cat;
Fuck you dude, pet me now.

Me; Goddammit, get the fuck off me! Here, Let me light a cigarette, I know how much you like that shit.

My cat;
 Here have a set of claws right through your right nipple.

Me; Holy SHIT!!

My cat, don't piss me off again, I'll bite yer ass.

Me; Want some flying lessons?
My cat;,
Bring it bitch.
Me; OWWW! You little sonofabitch!!

My cat;
Fuck you asshole, where the hell have you been? My fucking shit box needs to be cleaned out, you think that petting me for an hour and a half is going to change that?
Here have some blood, it's on the house.

Me; Oh, you little bitch, come back here.

My cat; fuck you asshole, while you were away, Rahm Emmanuel  decided to run for the Mayor of Chicago.
Me; How much does it cost to send an ungrateful rotten mother fucker too Chicago?
My cat; How the fuck should I know, bleed some more asshole and call the White House!

There will be beatings handed out around here as soon as I can find the fucking Peroxide and a one way ticket to Chicago's Mayor office. If the little bitch lasts as long as the elections, God help who ever opens that fucking box.

Either way, it's a win win. Daley is fucking gone, Emmanuel takes office and opens Pandora's box into the corruption that has been going on there for the last thirty years and I get to read about whoever opened some fucking box and got to meet my cat.

Nice kitty.

A rat is a rat after all.
Someone needs to send a rat  chaser over there.

Fuck you Rahm.

Signed, a member of the Professional Left, asshole.
Good fucking riddance. Get the fuck out of the White House and go back to the little Rat Hole ya came from, dick head.

Sorry for your luck Drifty.


Get out of the way, secretary lady, cat treats have no effect, just dump the box off and run for your life.
Take the population of Chicago with ya.

Monsanto To Allow Farmers To Use Modified Soybean After Patent Expires

According to this NYT article, after 2014 Monsanto is going to allow farmers to continue to use it's first generation genetically modified Soybean after the patent expires, will let them save the seeds and will not force them to buy new seed every year.
Some snippets from the article,

In letters to seed companies and farm groups this week, Monsanto said that it would allow farmers to continue to grow its hugely popular Roundup Ready 1 soybeans even after the patent protecting the technology expires in 2014.

snip

Because farmers and seed companies would no longer have to pay royalties to Monsanto on the gene after 2014, Roundup Ready soybeans would become agricultural biotechnology’s equivalent of a generic drug.

snip

While Monsanto sells Roundup Ready seeds itself, it also licenses the technology to other seed companies. Some seed industry executives and academic soybean specialists say that Monsanto was not planning to renew licenses for that Roundup Ready 1 trait that expired before 2014, so that seed companies would have no choice but to move to Roundup Ready 2.

But in its letters this week, Monsanto said it would now extend all contracts for Roundup Ready 1 until the patent’s expiration date. It also said it would not enforce language in some contracts that would have required seed companies to destroy or return Roundup Ready seed when the patent expired.

And Monsanto said seed companies could continue to sell seeds containing the Roundup Ready 1 trait without jeopardizing their access to the successor technology.

Also the article mentions that Monsanto is currently under investigation for Anti trust violations by the Justice Department.

This is good news and bad news as explained in the next snippet.

Still, it is uncertain how long Roundup Ready 1 would survive in generic form. Some nations require licenses for the import of genetically engineered crops to be periodically renewed. Monsanto said it would maintain those licenses through 2017. But if they expired after that, American farmers would not be permitted to export the Roundup Ready 1 generic soybeans to certain countries, which would discourage them from growing those crops.

Go read the whole article by ANDREW POLLACK to get the whole story.

It's terminal

My other computer died today. RIP motherfucker.

It could be a while before ya see any ranting, it has been coming.

Two down.
My friends are letting me borrow theirs, that should keep the NSA busy making new files.


Stay tuned.

When ya take the time to stop by and ya read my rantings,leave a fucking comment for Christ's sakes, even if it to tell me to Fuck Off.
Eleven hundred people stopped by here yesterday and I got two fucking comments.

One Goddamn troll broke the record the other day at 39.

I dare ya's to beat his sorry ass.

I'll be back, Sorry for your luck.

It's Official

I have way too much crap.

I spent the better part of the day trying to put stuff away and I was completely foiled.
I still have the back of my old truck full of shit and there is no damn way all that is coming in here, there ain't anywhere to put it!.
Tomorrow, I am backing a pickup right in front of the door and shit is going to start flying.
Look out kitties.
I have more damn clothes than a man should be allowed to own legally.


That is going to change.
I still have no clue where to put all my cookware, my friend Suzanne is coming to kick me in the ass and show me how it is done.
God Bless Her Heart, I tried to call her and disabuse her of the notion but she will not be deterred.

The thing is, I don't buy clothes, I get 'em for free all the time because apparently all these women folk think I am destitute because everything I own looks like it has been through a war.
Grease on everything, ripped, torn and abused.
Hello?

I am a mechanic.

Shit happens.

HMMM, it will take her a while to get here, that gives me some time to get my ass to the laundromat and clean out the cat box.
Little fuckers shit more than they eat, I swear to God.

I am currently incinerating some dead chicken parts on the gas grill the guy left behind.
Now I see why he left it.
I don't think the flames are supposed to come up behind the control knobs, what a fucking disaster.
I think I have it under control but there are a couple of thighs that I don't even think the cats are going to want.

I shoulda stuck with the old charcoal sumbitch, it works as advertised.

What the hell, I have gloves and pliers, just cook the dead chicken parts without blowing the place up and I will be happy.

If not, Kentucky Fried Dead Chicken Parts is right around the corner.

Never Underestimate The Power Of People Thinking About You

I have been kind of out of sorts for the last couple of days, no posts.

I had one of those lovely little visits from some tiny little varmint that you can't see, smell or hear that causes one to wake up in the middle of the night with your asshole clenched as tight as the knees on a second chance virgin at an after hour party on Prom night.

Something about trying to describe ones self pissing out of their ass for twelve hours straight leaves something to be desired, so I just shut off the computer for posting.
I think you can understand.

Other than that, life goes on.
There must be another disturbance in the force going on too.
I just spent two hours on a Friday night doing dishes.
That ain't normal for me.
It's all good though.
A younger man I used to work with and has been through the wringer has just bought the used trailer from the neighbors who paid ten grand for the one with the garage in the back. It is not real big but he is glad to have his own place.He is going to be my brand new neighbor, that is way cool.
I am glad he got it and I am going to go through this place and try to hook him up with the extra cook ware and dishes and assorted extras I have.

Win, win.

My oldest friend is in the middle of getting foreclosed on, he needs some serious help.
Ya don't have to be religious for a bit of positive thought to do it's thing.

I pretty much believe that.

Anyway, sorry I was so absent, I just figured I would spare you the details of what was happening with my alimentary canal.

Bonus round, I get to look forward to a phone call at eight thirty tomorrow and get up, go load a broke down fucked up old Ford truck on a trailer, drag it twenty miles and dismantle the fucking thing in one day, all the way to the frame.

Yay.

I can use some of the parts for The Beast.

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.

I'm Alive

Today is the big day, I have to get my ass out of my parents place and go put my own place in order, like that will ever happen!

The Beast is completely full of my shit and soon I am going to throw a couple of fucking cats in it and get down the road.
Never a dull moment when it comes to my life.
Just for shits and grins, I am currently listening to an inspirational music list, of which this is at the top of the list.

I had a hell of a time finding this on Youtube, apparently the powers that be are scouring the net to get every unauthorized copy of this tune disabled.
Have a nice day, you fuckers, I bought this music, I have the CD in arms reach and this is a one fingered salute to you money grubbing cocksuckers.

Enjoy it while you can, they have unleashed the digital Hounds of Hell to keep this cash cow full of milk.

By the way, ignore the damn message window at the top, don't click on it.
Like I said, this the only copy I could find.


There is a message in the lyrics all of us preppers should take to heart.

Some Advice If You Want To Buy A Used Travel Trailer

This is a public service announcement.

If you are thinking about buying a used Travel Trailer, whether it be a traditional tow behind or a fifth wheel, you will want to pay attention to what I am going to say here.

First off,

If you are not a certified Jack Of All Trades, you want to reconsider this decision right now.

Some skills you will be using constantly are,

Electrical trouble shooting, 110 volt and 12 volt both, they are two distinct different systems.

Travel trailers and Motor homes use both types of electricity, at the same time, and have a converter built in where the circuit breakers and fuses are located.
A great deal of the lighting , the electric water pump and possibly the refrigerator are generally on the 12 volt system while things like microwaves and the usual 110 volt outlets for televisions and other things are on a completely different system.
This is a complex system and you had best get a good grip on it as problems can get quite frustrating if the actual wiring is involved, tearing out wall panels is a real possibility, tracking down problems involving wiring is a real life nightmare in a real sense, every one of these things are glued and stapled together.

Next, this is important, if you have to take something apart, SAVE EVERYTHING!
There are so many fixtures, couplers , plumbing parts and things like light fixtures that you are going to go match up at the hardware store that you would be astounded.

Beware, these are RV specialty items and you are going to have to get real creative in trying to find a replacement.
Take my word for this, I have been trying to fix quite a few things in my trailer and they are not readily available at your local hardware store.

I spent an hour and a half trying to make a traditional porcelain toilet adapt to the plastic water lines that they use in these trailers.
There is nothing in the plumbing system in an RV that is the same as a house, as far as I have seen. The toilets and sinks are completely different.
Speaking of plumbing, get ready to deal with tiny little sinks.
That is one of my pet peeves, the kitchens are an after thought and the sinks are a joke.

There is no counter space in one of these things and ya better get ready for that right now.

The other things that you need to be aware of are water leaks.
These can be a deal breaker in the first place if there is one disclosed while buying and are the number one killers of RV's.

Water leaks do not happen all at once, like bumping a curb tends to throw the alignment off for your car.
Water leaks are very difficult to find and repair and cause terminal damage in some cases, way too often.

Things like air vents that are a stop gap measure to let heat out in the summer are especially notorious.
They are cheap pieces of junk with hand cranks that seem to be designed to destroy the very same workings that operate the lifting mechanism they were designed to operate.

Most of these contraptions have an air conditioning unit mounted on the roof to keep the occupants from frying like an egg in mid Summer, the electric bill will reflect the amount of heat directly, as will the propane furnace and water heater will in the Winter.

Again, these are proprietary units and will have no resemblance to anything that a stick house on the grid will have.

I swapped out the hot water heater in mine today.
That is a unique experience.

Things like Trailer brakes, tires that rot off the rims while sitting for long periods of times, wheel bearings are a huge maintenance item.
Take the time and expense to take the tires and brake drums off, take the wheel bearings completely out, replace the wheel bearings ,bearing races and pack the new bearings with a graphite based grease.
This is one of the most important maintenance items you can do and it does not cost a fortune.
It ain't cheap but two hundred bucks compared to a wheel falling off at sixty miles an hour with pretty much every thing you own inside that long box? Coupled to the Truck hooked to it and your kids?
Just do it.

To make this post short enough to read, I am going to stop here but just for grins, consider the waste water systems and the cost of repair and maintenance of those...
Do the math.
Trailers do a lot of sitting and wheel bearings will put you on the side of the road with a gaping hole in the side of your trailer in a heart beat.

Updates From A White Trash Trailer Park Near You.

Another day of fun and games.

I found the bed, after putting away a small truckload of clothes and things that needed to be herded that way while moving.
You know, important stuff like three bricks of .22 shells, a new scope, two gun cleaning kits, with new brushes for the appropriate calibers,six boxes of .22 shorts, extra gun oil,a box of .30 .30 shells, extra cleaning patches and an alarm clock.
I'll be damned if I know where I am going to put all my socks now......

I dug out some clean bedding and made the bed and then went out and dumped a bunch of the boxes of garden dirt my Uncle had brought over, in between down pours.
I wasn't real happy after I dumped the third , fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh box, only to find out someone had used large styrofoam packing peanuts to fill in the grates in the bottom of the milk cartons to keep the dirt from falling through and then dumped over a couple more that had large pieces of broken plastic, nuts and bolts,screws, the cellophane wrappers off of cigarette packs and quite a bit of other garbage. It started raining again so I just left it where I dumped it.
I am going to have to wait until it all dries out to go picking through it all.

In the mean time, one of the neighbors had found a forty foot long fifth wheel and were unhooking the old one to move it in.
I don't know how they found it but they told me the guy wanted fifteen thousand bucks for it and they talked him down to ten.
Quite the deal.

The thing is, it is forty feet long, has some slide outs, but has a FOURTEEN FOOT GARAGE IN THE BACK!!

Criminy!

So the actual living space is not so big, but a built in garage?!!

I could deal with that.

I helped them unhook and move the old one, they parked it in the empty space where the Rat Hole used to be and then went and helped the guy back the new one all the way through the park, just like they had to do with mine.

This guy, I have to say, knew what the hell he was doing.
One shot to get it in the spot and one pull ahead to reposition it to fit where all the hook ups are, done.
That is pretty impressive.

So after all that excitement, I decided to take a nap.
I woke up at three thirty in the fucking morning last night for some reason and couldn't go back to sleep.
I finally got up and surfed the internet until six thirty, as it was getting light out.
Par for the course, the damn phone woke me up at nine thirty, just when I was snoozing hard.
I don't think I ever really got to 100% all day.

So I climb up in the front, ducking my head, and fall down on the bed just made, to take a snooze.

Laugh My Ass Off, if my fucking feet don't hang off the end of the bed.

This is going to be interesting.

Apparently this thing was designed for people under five foot seven, such a deal.
Seeings how I am just about six feet tall, this is a small problem.
I am every bit as long as this bed and then some.
I will deal with this in my usual, efficient, way.

There is a shelf at the head of the bed about six inches high and eight inches deep.
That is going to get stuffed with massive amounts of pillows, effectively lengthening the sleeping space.
I have to sleep with my head elevated anyway, something about Adenoids, my head plugs up and I can't breathe, been that way since I was a little kid.

So, the adventure continues, never a dull moment.

Oh yeah, I kept smelling gas, so did my buddy.
It finally dawned on me to open the damn door and then open the oven and light the pilot light in the bottom.
Details, details.


Update;

Crack my ass up!

Just for shits and grins I was checking my stats just now and found this.

Yo no habla Espanol Italiano but it cracked me up to see I was at the top of a search engine list in a foreign language!

Titties And Beer!!

Yesterday was my nephews 21st birthday and his dad decided to take him out for a few drinks at a strip bar.
He asked the young man who he would like to go along and I was on the short list.
I haven't been to a titty bar in years and years, damn, did I have fun.

The young man got the gynecologists special from the young ladies when they found out it was his birthday and the dollar bills were flying.

I couldn't really afford to go, I will suffer for it next week but ya only turn 21 once, and I was due for a break, I have been busier than a cat trying to bury shit on a hot tin roof for weeks.

I am still going to be busy as hell for the forseeable future, such is life.

I am two blocked because I am here at my parents until the end of the month and it is too expensive for gas to be running back and forth to work, here, my place for a couple of hours and back to here.
Rinse and repeat, I try to get a little bit done on the weekends and as soon as I cure this hangover, I am off to get some more unpacking and cleaning done at The Weasel Den.

One good thing about this whole fiasco is that I will have a pretty good idea of where I stand in regards to having food and supplies, a sort of on the fly inventory.
I already know I am way behind where I would like to be and taking three months off has not improved my situation, except for getting a much bigger and nicer trailer to live in and a big garden spot to work on later this Spring.
The planting season is generally fairly late around here.
I have found that although The Weasel Den is ten feet longer than The Rat Hole, it does not have near the overhead cupboard space. I am going to have to get creative with storing all my canned goods.I think I had something like fifteen liquor store sized boxes of just canned goods and a couple of bigger boxes full.
That stuff is heavy!
I also don't have near enough space to store all my pots and pans and cookware.
Groan, this is going to be a challenge and I think I see a garage sale or a hefty donation to someone in my future.

Can I Borrow A Spatula?

I need something to scrape my ass off the floor.

I am exhausted and I am taking a fucking day off.

Please take a few minutes and peruse the Blogroll. There are quite a few new folks that could use a little traffic.

Thanks for stopping by, hopefully I will get back into form in the next week or so.

Thank You

I kid you not, I am a very lucky sumbich.This move went off with only a half hour of dicking around trying to get the Weasel Den into its new home. Thank you Mark, my neighbor, for hauling the fucking thing for me and having to back the fucker up clear through a Motel parking lot and a trailer park because the fucking thing is so long.The extra half hour of backing up over boulders and shit, trying to get the bastard moved over sixteen inches, was above and beyond.

I need to extend some very sincere thanks to some friends and relatives and I am all over that, right fucking now.
Thank you Kevin, my brother.
The man got up at the crack of dawn and drove three fucking hours , just so he could bust his ass.
Bust his ass he did, I am forever in your debt dude.
Then he got to drive three fucking hours to get home.
Wow!
I do believe I owe ya , as long as it ain't heavy.

Another brother, BP, showed up with a buddy and there was a buttload of heavy lifting going on shortly.
Thanks B. and Mike!
Kevin made sure the fucking thing was level, the water did not leak, the furnace worked and generally kicked fucking ass.
By the way, the water line started leaking at the faucet, my neighbor Roger pointed that out right as I was leaving.
It probably needs a new washer, fuck it until tomorrow.
Let me just say that I am one lucky guy to have friends and relatives to come help me move without a whole bunch of notice and do it well.
I have a neighbor couple who kind of gave me a hard time last year when I was trying to garden, let me just say that that has changed and there will be a garden this year with more than two hands, right on.

OK, it is time fort me to fall down now, oh yeah we has pictures. Thanks Steve, for running home to get yer camera;

The Rat Hole,




Hell, I even met a couple of neighbors that pitched in and My sincere thanks to them for that!

The whole time we were getting with this program, there was a crew right next to us demolishing another trailer and I am here to tell you,these guys do NOT fuck around!
There was a huge pile of shit and they were still going at it when I left!




The Weasel Den











I still have to go yank out the dishes and pots and pans tomorrow, then I am calling it a done deal for this round.
There is a shitload of cleaning that has to be done, moving all my shit into the nooks and crannies snd getting rid of o few items that do not fit.

Well, I am pretty much exhausted, Gthud.

Here We Go

Today is the big day.
One of my brothers just got here, I just called the guy where the trailer is and off we go.
Going to be a long fucking day but worth the effort.

Waiting For Tomorrow

If I still have a job after tomorrow, things could be looking up.
My boss is one unpredictable sonofabitch, I know for a fact he is Bi Polar because I am and I recognize it when I see it.
He chewed my ass real good about twenty minutes before quitting time on Friday and I wouldn't put it past him for one second to have stewed about it all weekend and just walk in and tell me I am done first thing in the morning.
If I can make it through the day, I will breathe a little easier.
The good news I alluded too?
I went to go talk to the other neighbor that was supposed to pull the other neighbors trailer that has been telling me he is going to move since September, and I passed him going the other way on the freeway, hauling the guys trailer, finally.
Bonus round, I got a phone call from a guy I know who has a kid in the middle of hard times and wanted to know if I wanted to get rid of the Rat Hole.
You betcha.
a hundred and a half and it's yers.
So, I might not have to fuck around tearing the thing up and paying to haul it to the dump!

Like I said, surviving tomorrow is the key. Wish me luck......

I Haz Title

My tax money came in three days early, will wonders never cease?
I went over and paid the nice man the rest of the money for the new digs and got the title.
We are both happier now.
Then I stopped by the trailer court to see if my neighbor had moved yet, oh fuck no.

So, I lit a fire under his ass and told him to get with the fucking program because I am coming on with it in two fucking weeks and I will move him MYSELF if he isn't fucking gone by then.

I think I got his attention.

Subtlety isn't one of my strong points.

In other news, my drivers license expired last weekend on my birthday so I had to go renew that sonofabitch this morning.
I took off my granny spectacles and the lady made me do the vision test anyway, dammit. I BARELY passed that bastard, I fucking guessed on a couple of the letters, must have been close enough, I got to shell out twenty five bucks and got a new temporary with the usual hideous picture.
At least it is good for 5 years.
It's progress, at least!

Some Awesome Good News !!

I scored Big Time today!!

If ya have been following my exploits for any time, you know I have been living in a POS 26ft Travel Trailer I call the Rat Hole.
It's a beat up 1981 trailer that basically half the shit inside either wasn't there, or if it was, it didn't work.
Dents, fucked up doors, no stove, you name it.

I have to get a picture of this for the Red Neck hall of fame.

By the way though, I was very happy to get this trailer at the time and it has served me well., It was a big step up from what I was in before and I seriously want to give a shout out to my friends Steve and Tim for looking out for my narrow ass and getting it for me when I really needed something that didn't fucking leak water all over my bed, no matter which end of the motorhome I tried putting it on, Thanks Guys!

Anyways, Someone upstairs smiled on me today.A big, beautiful smile and I am very thankful.

I have been checking out the local Craigs List for months, dreaming of finding a deal out there and I have seen several but I never had the money.
Today made up for all of those in spades.
I spotted an impossible deal and got lucky.
I found a 1985, 35 foot long Fifth wheel for.....
$1095!!!

I about shit a ring around myself before I could get on the phone and call the guy.

The ad had been up since Sunday after noon and I figured it would probably be long gone, but NO!!

Better yet, it is only a couple of miles from the trailer park.

I hauled ass getting over there after work, but I was nervous because I didn't have all the money, my tax refund is due on Friday.
I stopped at the ATM and cleaned out my checking account and went over there with two hundred bucks and a case of nerves, hoping I could talk the guy into a down payment until Friday and IT WORKED!!


WHOO HOO!!!

Of course the thing needs some work here and there, some minor water leaks, a hot water heater (nothing wrong with the one in the Rat Hole, that was the first thing I had to fix in that thing.)
The landing gear is busted and it is sitting on some four by fours, I will graciously offer to clean up after myself and if he doesn't want them, what the hell?

The tires look good and did I mention it is THIRTY FIVE FEET LONG?!!

This thing is like the Taj Mahal compared to what I have now!

Can ya tell I am just a little stoked?


WOOO HOO!!

The best part is that he needs to clean it out of some stuff but he has to go out of town next week so I have TWO weeks to get shit situated and stuff moved around where mine is now and hopefully the neighbor who has been telling me he is going to leave since last September should be gone by then and I can just back it in and start moving.

After I am done, I am going to talk to my boss about dragging the Rat Hole to work, parking it next to a twenty yard dumpster and taking it apart with a back hoe and carting the carcass off to the dump and the scrap yard.

I am just beside myself and am very, very grateful.

Wish me luck and I will keep ya updated.

It just goes to show, sometimes ya just get lucky and this was almost scary how lucky I got on this deal.

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!