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.
Showing posts with label Weather. Show all posts
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Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
The First Day Of Spring
And it is snowing like a bitch outside.
Goofy fucking weather around here lately.
It is 75 degrees in Minnesota and snowing in Portland Oregon.
That's just wrong.
Goofy fucking weather around here lately.
It is 75 degrees in Minnesota and snowing in Portland Oregon.
That's just wrong.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
It's Time For "That" Talk
Ok, now that everyone is snuggled in their own little bunkers and I have seen the stories of the shelves in every store being empty, it is time to say, we told you so.
Not that I ever, ever wanted to see something like this happen but here it is and don't you feel just a tiny bit bad for chasing around looking for D batteries at the last second?
I can't begin to count the times I have seen people roll their eyes and look down their noses at "Preppers".
Not quite as stupid as you thought we were, are we?
I feel bad for folks that are staring at the weather event of their young lives with no fucking clue where to go or what to do.
I just had this conversation with my new wife, I have been dancing around the topic for quite a while now, she has a pretty good idea that at least some form of supplies are in her future.The first thing she asked me after I brought it up again was whether or not I have a dehydrator.
Told ya she is a keeper.
I love her dearly and before we got married her excuse was no where to store anything.
Ahem.
Even in an apartment, there are places to store some survival supplies.
Now every Tom Dick and Harriett on the East Coast just figured that out.
My heart goes out to those just figuring this out.
We still have no place to live together but just had a short conversation about this very subject.
As most of you know, I live in a 35 foot long Fifth Wheel Travel Trailer.
I had a guy build me a pantry out of a closet that I have no idea what the original intent was for. It is right next to the fridge in the kitchen area.
At one time, I had enough food stored to last me six months, easy.
Where I live, water is not that much of a problem in an emergency, The Columbia River is a mile wide and five blocks away with another, small tributary eight blocks the other way.
I saw another post today complaining about toilet paper. That is a biggie.
When you have ladies and young children with you, buy that by the truck load.
For those of you who are telling yourselves that I have never been through a Hurricane, let me tell you about the storms we get on the West Coast that qualify, they just don't get names.
I have been through storms with sustained winds of 125 mph before, tornadoes and Ice storms that shut down a city with a million people for days.
What I am trying to do is open up a dialogue with some folks who are getting a pounding and never thought it would happen to them.
It's only too late if you are dead.
I sure as shit wouldn't be ready for a major shit storm like what is happening back East right this second but I can guarantee you that I would be one thousand times better off than seventy percent of those who just sat on their hands, watching this blow right into their front yards.
Even without a major hurricane coming your way, just inflation and food shortages alone should make you look around and see if you can't find a way to put a little emergency stash away.
Take my word for it,come what may, it is a great feeling of security to know that if the lights go out, that you know you and yours are going to be safe, healthy and sound when the lights come back on.
You certainly don't have to be a full on Prepper but as they always say, the more the merrier.
These aren't weirdos, they are fellow Americans and they would love to talk to you.
They would love to show you how to throw a screw right back into your grocery store by using coupons and have a wealth of information gathered from friends and family, including the things our parents and Grandparents learned the hard way during the last Depression.
They still work folks.
God Bless ya and I am anxiously awaiting the safe return of some of my Blog buddies.
Not that I ever, ever wanted to see something like this happen but here it is and don't you feel just a tiny bit bad for chasing around looking for D batteries at the last second?
I can't begin to count the times I have seen people roll their eyes and look down their noses at "Preppers".
Not quite as stupid as you thought we were, are we?
I feel bad for folks that are staring at the weather event of their young lives with no fucking clue where to go or what to do.
I just had this conversation with my new wife, I have been dancing around the topic for quite a while now, she has a pretty good idea that at least some form of supplies are in her future.The first thing she asked me after I brought it up again was whether or not I have a dehydrator.
Told ya she is a keeper.
I love her dearly and before we got married her excuse was no where to store anything.
Ahem.
Even in an apartment, there are places to store some survival supplies.
Now every Tom Dick and Harriett on the East Coast just figured that out.
My heart goes out to those just figuring this out.
We still have no place to live together but just had a short conversation about this very subject.
As most of you know, I live in a 35 foot long Fifth Wheel Travel Trailer.
I had a guy build me a pantry out of a closet that I have no idea what the original intent was for. It is right next to the fridge in the kitchen area.
At one time, I had enough food stored to last me six months, easy.
Where I live, water is not that much of a problem in an emergency, The Columbia River is a mile wide and five blocks away with another, small tributary eight blocks the other way.
I saw another post today complaining about toilet paper. That is a biggie.
When you have ladies and young children with you, buy that by the truck load.
For those of you who are telling yourselves that I have never been through a Hurricane, let me tell you about the storms we get on the West Coast that qualify, they just don't get names.
I have been through storms with sustained winds of 125 mph before, tornadoes and Ice storms that shut down a city with a million people for days.
What I am trying to do is open up a dialogue with some folks who are getting a pounding and never thought it would happen to them.
It's only too late if you are dead.
I sure as shit wouldn't be ready for a major shit storm like what is happening back East right this second but I can guarantee you that I would be one thousand times better off than seventy percent of those who just sat on their hands, watching this blow right into their front yards.
Even without a major hurricane coming your way, just inflation and food shortages alone should make you look around and see if you can't find a way to put a little emergency stash away.
Take my word for it,come what may, it is a great feeling of security to know that if the lights go out, that you know you and yours are going to be safe, healthy and sound when the lights come back on.
You certainly don't have to be a full on Prepper but as they always say, the more the merrier.
These aren't weirdos, they are fellow Americans and they would love to talk to you.
They would love to show you how to throw a screw right back into your grocery store by using coupons and have a wealth of information gathered from friends and family, including the things our parents and Grandparents learned the hard way during the last Depression.
They still work folks.
God Bless ya and I am anxiously awaiting the safe return of some of my Blog buddies.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Buckle Up East Coasters!
Hurricane Irene is heading your way and I'm not talking about crazy uncle Charlies wife.
This is going to be ugly.
They are talking about a thirty foot storm surge hitting New York.
For those of you who have never lived by the ocean, imagine a three story wall of water trying to find a place to go in a hurry.
If you can get out, do it.
Trying to play He Man Super Guy will get you fucked up in a bad way if you are near that body of water.
Find some high ground.
In the mean time, get some supplies laid in.
Clean drinking water is going to be at a premium.
Non perishable food, light and a way to stay warm and comfortable while you sleep are hugely important also.
Please be safe.
Update;
Mayor Bloomberg just announced a mandatory evacuation for the first time in the cities history for anyone living in low lying areas by 5 P.M. tomorrow.That includes two major airports, the entire subway system and a few million residents.
Don't be a fucking dumbass, get out now.
And for those of you who have been snickering about preppers,your time has come.
They are shutting down all means of mass transit as of tomorrow.
Remember Katrina folks.
This is going to be ugly.
They are talking about a thirty foot storm surge hitting New York.
For those of you who have never lived by the ocean, imagine a three story wall of water trying to find a place to go in a hurry.
If you can get out, do it.
Trying to play He Man Super Guy will get you fucked up in a bad way if you are near that body of water.
Find some high ground.
In the mean time, get some supplies laid in.
Clean drinking water is going to be at a premium.
Non perishable food, light and a way to stay warm and comfortable while you sleep are hugely important also.
Please be safe.
Update;
Mayor Bloomberg just announced a mandatory evacuation for the first time in the cities history for anyone living in low lying areas by 5 P.M. tomorrow.That includes two major airports, the entire subway system and a few million residents.
Don't be a fucking dumbass, get out now.
And for those of you who have been snickering about preppers,your time has come.
They are shutting down all means of mass transit as of tomorrow.
Remember Katrina folks.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Colder Than A Well Diggers Ass At Midnight
I had to laugh, I was worried about the snow here at Nasty Girls place, I think we had an inch and a half,
Back home got slammed with six inches.
It is supposed to get down to four to nine fucking degrees here tomorrow though, nothing to look forward too.
Lucky me, She has hot flashes all the time, bet your ass where I am going to be, snuggled right up next to her.
Back home got slammed with six inches.
It is supposed to get down to four to nine fucking degrees here tomorrow though, nothing to look forward too.
Lucky me, She has hot flashes all the time, bet your ass where I am going to be, snuggled right up next to her.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Travel Day
Nasty Girl was due to go home today, when we left here and went through the Gorge a few days ago, we missed getting blasted with a snow storm by mere hours.
Of course, it dumped more snow again last night. We went to my families Christmas party yesterday and had a great time.
The food? OMG!
Just the appetizers were off the charts.The guy is a murderous fiend when it comes to hunting and fishing. Antelope sausage with cheese and jalapeno's, Summer sausage made out of Elk, pepperonie ALA Antelope, Antelope Jerky, cheese out the wazoo. That was just for starters. Turkey, six dufferent kinds of salad, some awesome bean soup, I do need to hold my brother down and get that fucking recipe, some kind of Texas,/ BBQ kind of thing and a completely delectable roast beef. Oh, my, that was perfect.
Cooked to a beautiful rare, sliced thin, almost like thick cut bacon strips, and totally gone in sixty seconds.
Fuck, my mouth is watering just thinking about it.
My little cousin and her husband have a fabulous, huge, house. It was freezing ass cold and the wind was, the only way I can describe it, howling and biting. Two minutes outside to huff half a smoke and the cold would radiate off my leather jacket.
We do a White Elephant give exchange for the adults which is absolutely hilarious. Everone gets a number, the very first one has the ability to exchange his or hers at the end, IF, it hasn't already been stolen three times.
I ain't kidding, this gets vicious. Collaboration between husband and wife, Boyfriend and girlfriend and cousin against cousin.
There is actually quite the game of strategy that has developed over the years.
Everything is twenty five bucks or less.
Note to self, just go to the fucking likker store and throw it in a dollar store bag.
Lottery tickets and booze are the hot ticket items.
Needless to say, after I had the folding fishing pole swiped from me, never to return, I wound up with a tin of three kinds of popcorn. I was being nice, the fucking tequila was long gone.
Of course, I was dressed as nice as I ever do, which ain't that much. No blue jeans allowed say's she and didn't think about the cold. No T shirt, no Long Johns. The Girlfriend was smoking hot in her outfit, dress, and stockings, nice blouse. She was freezing her cute little ass off too. We actually went out to the car to have a smoke because there was no fucking way we were going to stand in that Arctic Blast.
Natuarrly, we left right before it got dark and it started to snow. Forty miles away from home and it snowed most of the way home.
Long story short, Nasty Girl was freaking out about the weather conditions coming back this way and we monitored them half the night and this morning.
When I saw Black Ice warnings, I made the decision for her. You ain't fucking driving home.
So we bailed out a bit late and then argued about what route to take. I made up my mind and told her to hold on and watch the bitching.
I would have been worried sick about her driving in that shit and we did hit some nasty shit. I just drove nice and slow with both hands on the wheel, don't tell my guy friends, guys are supposed to drive with one hand only.
We got here and more of that white shit is scheduled but snow doesn't bother me, it's the fucking ice.
By the way, Oakland beat Denver's ass yesterday and her Vikings are getting their asses kicked as I type.
LMFAO.
I have a nice cold beer, a few shots lined up, a hotty G/F who is still alive and life is good.
Remind me to tell ya about her shit head little sister who talked her little shit kid into fucking with our Facebook profile pictures. Mine got changed to Sarah you know who and hers got changed to Obama. The kid has already had his ass beat for his trouble.
Thanks fer stopping by and Happy Holidays to you all.
I still have a couple of you out there that I am still praying for.
Of course, it dumped more snow again last night. We went to my families Christmas party yesterday and had a great time.
The food? OMG!
Just the appetizers were off the charts.The guy is a murderous fiend when it comes to hunting and fishing. Antelope sausage with cheese and jalapeno's, Summer sausage made out of Elk, pepperonie ALA Antelope, Antelope Jerky, cheese out the wazoo. That was just for starters. Turkey, six dufferent kinds of salad, some awesome bean soup, I do need to hold my brother down and get that fucking recipe, some kind of Texas,/ BBQ kind of thing and a completely delectable roast beef. Oh, my, that was perfect.
Cooked to a beautiful rare, sliced thin, almost like thick cut bacon strips, and totally gone in sixty seconds.
Fuck, my mouth is watering just thinking about it.
My little cousin and her husband have a fabulous, huge, house. It was freezing ass cold and the wind was, the only way I can describe it, howling and biting. Two minutes outside to huff half a smoke and the cold would radiate off my leather jacket.
We do a White Elephant give exchange for the adults which is absolutely hilarious. Everone gets a number, the very first one has the ability to exchange his or hers at the end, IF, it hasn't already been stolen three times.
I ain't kidding, this gets vicious. Collaboration between husband and wife, Boyfriend and girlfriend and cousin against cousin.
There is actually quite the game of strategy that has developed over the years.
Everything is twenty five bucks or less.
Note to self, just go to the fucking likker store and throw it in a dollar store bag.
Lottery tickets and booze are the hot ticket items.
Needless to say, after I had the folding fishing pole swiped from me, never to return, I wound up with a tin of three kinds of popcorn. I was being nice, the fucking tequila was long gone.
Of course, I was dressed as nice as I ever do, which ain't that much. No blue jeans allowed say's she and didn't think about the cold. No T shirt, no Long Johns. The Girlfriend was smoking hot in her outfit, dress, and stockings, nice blouse. She was freezing her cute little ass off too. We actually went out to the car to have a smoke because there was no fucking way we were going to stand in that Arctic Blast.
Natuarrly, we left right before it got dark and it started to snow. Forty miles away from home and it snowed most of the way home.
Long story short, Nasty Girl was freaking out about the weather conditions coming back this way and we monitored them half the night and this morning.
When I saw Black Ice warnings, I made the decision for her. You ain't fucking driving home.
So we bailed out a bit late and then argued about what route to take. I made up my mind and told her to hold on and watch the bitching.
I would have been worried sick about her driving in that shit and we did hit some nasty shit. I just drove nice and slow with both hands on the wheel, don't tell my guy friends, guys are supposed to drive with one hand only.
We got here and more of that white shit is scheduled but snow doesn't bother me, it's the fucking ice.
By the way, Oakland beat Denver's ass yesterday and her Vikings are getting their asses kicked as I type.
LMFAO.
I have a nice cold beer, a few shots lined up, a hotty G/F who is still alive and life is good.
Remind me to tell ya about her shit head little sister who talked her little shit kid into fucking with our Facebook profile pictures. Mine got changed to Sarah you know who and hers got changed to Obama. The kid has already had his ass beat for his trouble.
Thanks fer stopping by and Happy Holidays to you all.
I still have a couple of you out there that I am still praying for.
Monday, December 06, 2010
It's Back
What the Fuck? See that blue shit slamming into Washington state? That be me.
I got a glimpse of the weather pattern and it it is the classic, come from Wassilla by way of the Gulf of Alaska, do the counter clock wise twist and slam into the southern coast of Oregon and whistle your way up every ones ass past the Oregon coast and into the Willamette valley and straight up my fucking ass and past me to towards Seattle again. the classic cold weather storm in the Pacific North West.
A Counter Clock Wise nasty fucking cold front from Alaska that slams into the Oregon coast, where I grew up and back North again .
Oh hell yeah, we have the wind gusts again and it is going to get fucking cold again.
It ain't even winter yet and I am already freezing my as off.
Here KittyKitty.
So far,no precipitation. It is still nasty fucking shit.
So far, I have several blankets on me but I am fixing to ratchet the fucking heaters on in a second.
Cold can be subjective. Folks in Canada can either be huddled up inside or walking around in shorts, seriouisly,,
Folks in Florida can be laying around in skimpy bathing suits and ordering fruity cocktails.
Me? I am bundled up up in multiple blankets and still freezing my ass off because I am a skinny sonofabitch and it just got cold in here
Cold. The temperature has dropped twenty fucking degrees in the last two hours.
I don't give a shit what the weather man says, there is thing called Micro Climate.
I don't give a shit what the electric bill is going to be, I am turning the knob on the space heater
It Finally Let Up
Four days straight, it has just been howling! Cold sumbitch too, my heater is crying it's eyes out trying to keep up.
Last night was really bad, I am afraid to look outside right yet. There was stuff crashing and banging all night long and this thirty five foot long Fifth Wheel was rocking and shaking like an empty cattle car on a stretch of particularly nasty track.
It finally died down some and then it started pouring.
As of this minute, all is quiet.It's probably just taking a breather getting ready for another big blow.
Friday, July 09, 2010
Outta Here
It's been ninety five fucking degrees here in Vancouver the last two days, that's enough to croak us web footed locals.
Shit, a week ago the highs were in the low sixties and it was raining.
Now, it's an oven.
The Weasel Den is even worse, it was 105 when I opened the door to my Easy Bake Oven on wheels.
I'm off to see the GF and will be headed East where it is even hotter than it is here.
The cats have been staying outside and I'll make sure they have plenty of food and fresh water.
See ya's, have a nice weekend.
Shit, a week ago the highs were in the low sixties and it was raining.
Now, it's an oven.
The Weasel Den is even worse, it was 105 when I opened the door to my Easy Bake Oven on wheels.
I'm off to see the GF and will be headed East where it is even hotter than it is here.
The cats have been staying outside and I'll make sure they have plenty of food and fresh water.
See ya's, have a nice weekend.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Yay! It's Summertime
Finally.
It has rained so much around here in the last month it broke the all time record for one month.
I am so sick of it, I still can hardly get into my garden to plant anything, it's a fuckin' swamp.
There is usually rain throughout June around here but it has been ridiculous.
Hopefully, it will start drying out and I can get with the program. Our Summer usually starts after the fourth of July and goes into October.
September and early October is gorgeous around here.
I can't wait for it.
It has rained so much around here in the last month it broke the all time record for one month.
I am so sick of it, I still can hardly get into my garden to plant anything, it's a fuckin' swamp.
There is usually rain throughout June around here but it has been ridiculous.
Hopefully, it will start drying out and I can get with the program. Our Summer usually starts after the fourth of July and goes into October.
September and early October is gorgeous around here.
I can't wait for it.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
One Oh Seven
No, that ain't a fucking call sign, that was the high temperature today.
More of the same tomorrow and on and on until Sunday.
As of twenty minutes ago, it was still a hunnerd motherfucking degrees in here.
The cats are outside, they have multiple sources of water and food and now I am going to finish melting into a little puddle.
Wait, Beer Me first, I drank over a gallon of Gatoraid type shit today, I can has beer now.
One more cold shower first, I am just fucking oozing sweat.
This in the Pacific NorthWest....
More of the same tomorrow and on and on until Sunday.
As of twenty minutes ago, it was still a hunnerd motherfucking degrees in here.
The cats are outside, they have multiple sources of water and food and now I am going to finish melting into a little puddle.
Wait, Beer Me first, I drank over a gallon of Gatoraid type shit today, I can has beer now.
One more cold shower first, I am just fucking oozing sweat.
This in the Pacific NorthWest....
Monday, July 27, 2009
It's Too Hot To Blog
Seriously.
It was a hundred and one in the shop this afternoon, it was a hundred and ten when I got home and opened the door to the blast furnace.
One of my stupid cats literally fell out onto the steps panting like a sonofabitch.
I finally corralled her and got her cooled off.
I gotta make sure they are out fucking side tomorrow, it is supposed to be a hundred andthree fucking seven and Wednesday is supposed to be a hundred and five. That will make this trailer into a goddamn blowtorch.
It is now nine o'clock, it is STILL ninety fucking seven degrees in here with both doors, all the windows I can get to wide open and the fans going full blast.
I have been dunking myself in the shower which works for about ten seconds.
Fuck, my balls are sweating just sitting here, which ain't pretty, it's my bald fucking head that is pouring and blinding my ass.
The damn A/C works for about three minutes and blows the circuit breaker so I gave up on that sonofabitch.
I got shit for sleep last night, I might as well forget sleep.
Sweet, sweet unconsciousness is going to be my only relief.
Don't expect to hear much outta me until this heat wave subsides, I am going to find a bar with A/C that works and stay there until they drag me kicking and screaming out the fucking door at closing time.
It was a hundred and one in the shop this afternoon, it was a hundred and ten when I got home and opened the door to the blast furnace.
One of my stupid cats literally fell out onto the steps panting like a sonofabitch.
I finally corralled her and got her cooled off.
I gotta make sure they are out fucking side tomorrow, it is supposed to be a hundred and
It is now nine o'clock, it is STILL ninety fucking seven degrees in here with both doors, all the windows I can get to wide open and the fans going full blast.
I have been dunking myself in the shower which works for about ten seconds.
Fuck, my balls are sweating just sitting here, which ain't pretty, it's my bald fucking head that is pouring and blinding my ass.
The damn A/C works for about three minutes and blows the circuit breaker so I gave up on that sonofabitch.
I got shit for sleep last night, I might as well forget sleep.
Sweet, sweet unconsciousness is going to be my only relief.
Don't expect to hear much outta me until this heat wave subsides, I am going to find a bar with A/C that works and stay there until they drag me kicking and screaming out the fucking door at closing time.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
The Fur Is Going To Fly
Shit happens, life ain't static, even though I have been laying on my ass all fucking day.
I have more shit coming down the tube pointed right at me than a mere rain slicker is going to handle.
My parents are getting ready to head down South to Yuma Arizona or some fucking place where it ain't currently raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock, like it has been here all day.
That means I basically have to move, in a limited sense.
While they are gone, I got elected, again, to go house sit for them and keep an eye out on one of my 95 year old Grannies.
It got a little tense last year, after three months, I needed to get the fuck out of there before I went nutso.
This year is going to be different.
I have other family around who are going to be getting phone calls once in a while so they can come spell me for a weekend.
In other news,my neighbor, who has been telling me he is going to move since September now announces that he will be pulling out on the 8th.
I want to move this piece of shit trailer over where he is because he has a ready made raised bed garden I want to go crazy in.
All fine and dandy.
Except he still has his original trailer parked behind the newer fifth wheel he is moving into and he has no fucking title to the sonofabitch and is going to have to demolish it before I can move mine, in January.
Right.
We shall see.
I am not looking forward to moving my portable Rat Hole, even if it is only twenty feet sideways.
This fucking thing is packed solid because it is only twenty six feet long.
Hook it up to a truck and give it a jerk and listen to the shit hit the floor.
Then I will have to hook everything back up after disconnecting it in the first place, clean up and throw away any broken shit and THEN, have to move all my shit out of the storage shed over to the one he has.
Yay.
In the rain, in January, while trying to keep my job and looking after Granny.
This place is a complete disaster inside right now as it is, I guess a good shuffle won't hurt anything.
I also get to look forward to having to snag and bag a couple of fucking cats to haul over to my parents.
At least this time I have a cat carrier, I might not have to lose a cat for two fucking months again, maybe, we shall see.
God has a wicked sense of humor and I am on speed dial when he gets bored.
So, look forward to some world class sniveling here in the future and count your fucking blessings.
Now then, back to that bottle of Gatorade I mentioned earlier.
I have more shit coming down the tube pointed right at me than a mere rain slicker is going to handle.
My parents are getting ready to head down South to Yuma Arizona or some fucking place where it ain't currently raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock, like it has been here all day.
That means I basically have to move, in a limited sense.
While they are gone, I got elected, again, to go house sit for them and keep an eye out on one of my 95 year old Grannies.
It got a little tense last year, after three months, I needed to get the fuck out of there before I went nutso.
This year is going to be different.
I have other family around who are going to be getting phone calls once in a while so they can come spell me for a weekend.
In other news,my neighbor, who has been telling me he is going to move since September now announces that he will be pulling out on the 8th.
I want to move this piece of shit trailer over where he is because he has a ready made raised bed garden I want to go crazy in.
All fine and dandy.
Except he still has his original trailer parked behind the newer fifth wheel he is moving into and he has no fucking title to the sonofabitch and is going to have to demolish it before I can move mine, in January.
Right.
We shall see.
I am not looking forward to moving my portable Rat Hole, even if it is only twenty feet sideways.
This fucking thing is packed solid because it is only twenty six feet long.
Hook it up to a truck and give it a jerk and listen to the shit hit the floor.
Then I will have to hook everything back up after disconnecting it in the first place, clean up and throw away any broken shit and THEN, have to move all my shit out of the storage shed over to the one he has.
Yay.
In the rain, in January, while trying to keep my job and looking after Granny.
This place is a complete disaster inside right now as it is, I guess a good shuffle won't hurt anything.
I also get to look forward to having to snag and bag a couple of fucking cats to haul over to my parents.
At least this time I have a cat carrier, I might not have to lose a cat for two fucking months again, maybe, we shall see.
God has a wicked sense of humor and I am on speed dial when he gets bored.
So, look forward to some world class sniveling here in the future and count your fucking blessings.
Now then, back to that bottle of Gatorade I mentioned earlier.
Monday, December 22, 2008
More Of The Same
We got whacked with another six inches of the evil white stuff last night.
I ended up driving around my small town in the four wheel drive trying to find some propane for the Heater From Hell.
I thought I had enough to get through the night but no.
I finally found an outfit that not only had propane but had more than just one person working so a guy came out and filled up my little jug.
I thanked him profusely and then went in to pay and their electronics were down. While the lady was trying to reboot the system, I dug deep and had enough cash, including a bunch of change, to just pay her and get the hell back home. It took 45 minutes just to get the ice off of the windshield to go on that little jaunt.
This morning, here we go again. Not as much ice, lots of snow.
Oh. and they never got around to plowing the highway. Fun Fun. 25-30 miles an hour but I got to work and boy howdy did I find a nightmare when I got here.
Feet of snow and inches of ice on all the Big Rigs.
My buddy drove fifty miles in that shit to get to work.
The first thing he did was pull his truck in and grab some tire chains that we have in a barrel for spares.
He wrapped one around his tire, measured it and cut off the excess. Did the other one and then it was my turn.
We both now have Heavy Duty chains on our four wheel drives which is a beautiful thing out there in refrigerator land.
It is supposed to let up a bit tomorrow and then start in again Wednesday.
This is already the worst winter storm in this area in Forty years, since 1968.
Funny, I remember that one, it was worse because that one was mainly a huge ice storm.
I also remember my dad had a Ford Four wheel drive just like mine but a year newer, it was brand new.
He tip toed that thing twenty miles to downtown Portland and grabbed the front loader from the asphalt plant he worked at and dumped a load of pea gravel in the bed so he could get around.
I also remember the time he took me to school on a snowmobile down a four lane street.
I come by my crazy naturally.
Stay warm and dry.
I ended up driving around my small town in the four wheel drive trying to find some propane for the Heater From Hell.
I thought I had enough to get through the night but no.
I finally found an outfit that not only had propane but had more than just one person working so a guy came out and filled up my little jug.
I thanked him profusely and then went in to pay and their electronics were down. While the lady was trying to reboot the system, I dug deep and had enough cash, including a bunch of change, to just pay her and get the hell back home. It took 45 minutes just to get the ice off of the windshield to go on that little jaunt.
This morning, here we go again. Not as much ice, lots of snow.
Oh. and they never got around to plowing the highway. Fun Fun. 25-30 miles an hour but I got to work and boy howdy did I find a nightmare when I got here.
Feet of snow and inches of ice on all the Big Rigs.
My buddy drove fifty miles in that shit to get to work.
The first thing he did was pull his truck in and grab some tire chains that we have in a barrel for spares.
He wrapped one around his tire, measured it and cut off the excess. Did the other one and then it was my turn.
We both now have Heavy Duty chains on our four wheel drives which is a beautiful thing out there in refrigerator land.
It is supposed to let up a bit tomorrow and then start in again Wednesday.
This is already the worst winter storm in this area in Forty years, since 1968.
Funny, I remember that one, it was worse because that one was mainly a huge ice storm.
I also remember my dad had a Ford Four wheel drive just like mine but a year newer, it was brand new.
He tip toed that thing twenty miles to downtown Portland and grabbed the front loader from the asphalt plant he worked at and dumped a load of pea gravel in the bed so he could get around.
I also remember the time he took me to school on a snowmobile down a four lane street.
I come by my crazy naturally.
Stay warm and dry.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I Can Haz Bleezard?
There is supposed to be a whopper of a snow storm hit sometime this morning, a fifty year event they are saying.
Great.
There is already snow on the ground from yesterday.
Oh well, whatever.
I should be OK as long as this fucking trailer doesn't flood again, I am still cleaning up that fucking mess.
Christ all mighty.
Michael from Staying Alive mentioned that maybe God was working on my character a little.
I think God has a wicked sense of humor and has my number on speed dial. When he gets a little bored he just reaches over and hits send so he can watch me flail around a little so he can get in a quick chuckle.
It's all good.
What doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger so I hear.
Let it snow says I.
I have enough grub around that I will be fine, enough booze to knock over a three hundred pound ballerina with plenty to spare and a carton of smokes.
As long as I have the electricity for the computer, I will be fine.
If I have to go somewhere, I have the old bomber 4X4 that gets me where I need to go.
If you are caught up in this mess I wish you well.
Great.
There is already snow on the ground from yesterday.
Oh well, whatever.
I should be OK as long as this fucking trailer doesn't flood again, I am still cleaning up that fucking mess.
Christ all mighty.
Michael from Staying Alive mentioned that maybe God was working on my character a little.
I think God has a wicked sense of humor and has my number on speed dial. When he gets a little bored he just reaches over and hits send so he can watch me flail around a little so he can get in a quick chuckle.
It's all good.
What doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger so I hear.
Let it snow says I.
I have enough grub around that I will be fine, enough booze to knock over a three hundred pound ballerina with plenty to spare and a carton of smokes.
As long as I have the electricity for the computer, I will be fine.
If I have to go somewhere, I have the old bomber 4X4 that gets me where I need to go.
If you are caught up in this mess I wish you well.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Wet Cats Suck
What the hell is it that it goes from 104 to 102 to 69 and raining like a motherfucker?
I guess the old saying here in the Pacific Northwest is true, " If ya don't like the weather, wait ten minutes".
Gnarly thunderstorms at 7 am yesterday , today, overcast all day with showers and now pouring rain. Meh, at least I don't have to water the garden.
In other news,
My fucking cat has learned to knock on the door when it wants in, I shit you not.
I have not seen it but I have heard it, it sounds just like someone rapping their knuckles on the door.
I ask "who is it", and no answer, so I get up and slam the door open and Baby comes flying through the door, ain't no one else out there.
Tricky little shit!
Of course today she is soaking ass wet and immediately wants to jump up on my lap and rub chins.
Sorry cat, get the fuck off me and go, wait, it is already happening, lick yer ass.
I guess she got tired of scratching and pulling at the bottom of the door while meowing in an obnoxious voice, now it's all about wanting to sell me something long enough to get her head in the door.
The next guy who tries to tell me how smart his dog is, is going to get a smart assed cat thrown at him, it will keep them both busy so I can relax in peace.
I can tell this cat to go lay down and it sulks off and starts licking itself and finally crashes out.
It doesn't bother me anymore after I tell it to lay down.
Try that with a girlfriend sometime.
I guess the old saying here in the Pacific Northwest is true, " If ya don't like the weather, wait ten minutes".
Gnarly thunderstorms at 7 am yesterday , today, overcast all day with showers and now pouring rain. Meh, at least I don't have to water the garden.
In other news,
My fucking cat has learned to knock on the door when it wants in, I shit you not.
I have not seen it but I have heard it, it sounds just like someone rapping their knuckles on the door.
I ask "who is it", and no answer, so I get up and slam the door open and Baby comes flying through the door, ain't no one else out there.
Tricky little shit!
Of course today she is soaking ass wet and immediately wants to jump up on my lap and rub chins.
Sorry cat, get the fuck off me and go, wait, it is already happening, lick yer ass.
I guess she got tired of scratching and pulling at the bottom of the door while meowing in an obnoxious voice, now it's all about wanting to sell me something long enough to get her head in the door.
The next guy who tries to tell me how smart his dog is, is going to get a smart assed cat thrown at him, it will keep them both busy so I can relax in peace.
I can tell this cat to go lay down and it sulks off and starts licking itself and finally crashes out.
It doesn't bother me anymore after I tell it to lay down.
Try that with a girlfriend sometime.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Couch Potato's Rejoice-- Writers Strike Over!
After 100 days of having to like, talk to their families, watch reruns or GASP! read books, lazy slobs all over the country wept openly at the cheering news.
Hollywood writers strike ends
snip
LA Times
Over 3 BILLION dollars in lost wages and revenue for the LA area, I heard on the radio this morning, that's a lot of cheese.
The last strike lost 500 million, not exactly chump change, but 3 billion?
There must be a whole bunch of television watchers in this country.
I am glad that people get to go back to work and make money. I am very glad that the Writers get a piece of the electronic pie, it is after all, their talent and product that is being disseminated.
Myself, I hardly watch the boob toob, most of the programming insults my intelligence and the news is a forgone conclusion.
The propaganda the government wants you to see and hear, followed by the local news that is deemed to be safe enough to hear, followed by a couple of fluff pieces, the weather and sports.
Oh, and then the weather again.
The weather here in the Pacific Northwest is more important than anything.
On the local channels it is not unusual to see the local forcast at least 3 times in a half hour.
God forbid there be some kind of storm, then it SATURATES the air time.
The 3 local channels that come to mind all have their very own LIVE, LOCAL, STORMTRACKERS!!! Eleventy eleven !!!! EXCLAMATION POINT!!!!
Pathetic and laughable.
So, happy viewing America, lap it up.
Dick Cheney approves.
Hollywood writers strike ends
The strike is over.
Hollywood's costly 100-day walkout came to a widely welcomed end Tuesday after members of the Writers Guild of America voted overwhelmingly to go back to work.
More than 90% of the 3,775 writers who cast ballots in Los Angeles and New York voted to immediately end the work stoppage, capping the entertainment industry's most contentious labor dispute in recent history.
snip
LA Times
Over 3 BILLION dollars in lost wages and revenue for the LA area, I heard on the radio this morning, that's a lot of cheese.
The last strike lost 500 million, not exactly chump change, but 3 billion?
There must be a whole bunch of television watchers in this country.
I am glad that people get to go back to work and make money. I am very glad that the Writers get a piece of the electronic pie, it is after all, their talent and product that is being disseminated.
Myself, I hardly watch the boob toob, most of the programming insults my intelligence and the news is a forgone conclusion.
The propaganda the government wants you to see and hear, followed by the local news that is deemed to be safe enough to hear, followed by a couple of fluff pieces, the weather and sports.
Oh, and then the weather again.
The weather here in the Pacific Northwest is more important than anything.
On the local channels it is not unusual to see the local forcast at least 3 times in a half hour.
God forbid there be some kind of storm, then it SATURATES the air time.
The 3 local channels that come to mind all have their very own LIVE, LOCAL, STORMTRACKERS!!! Eleventy eleven !!!! EXCLAMATION POINT!!!!
Pathetic and laughable.
So, happy viewing America, lap it up.
Dick Cheney approves.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Missed It By That Much.
Apparently the local yacht club is no more. We had a fucking tornado go through here today and I missed it!Right down the street!
I heard a shitload of real loud thunder, and we lost power and the toobz at lunch time, then it POURED rain, hard , for a bit.
I guess thats when Dorothy and Toto came to visit.
I'll have to check the local news and update later.
Update;
Literally, right down the road, about one mile, to be exact.
I came home and caught the local bobble heads in a feeding frenzy over the first tornado around here in 30 years.
Funny,I don't remember that one, but I remember the one before that,I was about ten
This one first touched down in a lake just out of downtown and then skipped up the hill into another town, then skipped yet again further East.
It tore some shit up I'm here to tell ya!
Over 200 hundred trees down, one of them 50 inches in diameter! Thats a big tree.
Ripped several roofs off and threw some cars around. Miraculously, no one was hurt.
Here I was, eating lunch, listening to what I thought was just a real good thunder storm.
Right place at the right time I guess.
I heard a shitload of real loud thunder, and we lost power and the toobz at lunch time, then it POURED rain, hard , for a bit.
I guess thats when Dorothy and Toto came to visit.
I'll have to check the local news and update later.
Update;
Literally, right down the road, about one mile, to be exact.
I came home and caught the local bobble heads in a feeding frenzy over the first tornado around here in 30 years.
Funny,I don't remember that one, but I remember the one before that,I was about ten
This one first touched down in a lake just out of downtown and then skipped up the hill into another town, then skipped yet again further East.
It tore some shit up I'm here to tell ya!
Over 200 hundred trees down, one of them 50 inches in diameter! Thats a big tree.
Ripped several roofs off and threw some cars around. Miraculously, no one was hurt.
Here I was, eating lunch, listening to what I thought was just a real good thunder storm.
Right place at the right time I guess.
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