I'm A Grandpa, Again

My boy and his girlfriend had a baby last night.

Remind me not to fuck with this girl.
She is tough.
Two hours of hard labor with no epidural, she finally popped out a whopping nine pound baby boy.
He has some problems but in the long term I am sure he will be fine.
His blood is too acidic and his body temperature is too high so they sent the little feller to OHSU, the best, most sprawling giant assed , state of the art, hospital over in Portland.

They basically have the poor little feller in a bucket of ice, his body temperature is clear down to 95 degrees, which is hypothermic to the point of near death.
Damn that is going to be one grumpy little kid.

I feel for the little bugger.
When I was four, I had the Chicken Pox and they stuck me in the bath tub and filled it with ice.
I will remember that until the day I die, talking to my Dad, he even remembers that, told me he didn't want them to do it but apparently I was in bad shape.

Anyways, Please give a shout out to little Carter and lend a thought to a couple of exhausted kids who are going to be pretty much sleepless for the forseeable future.

He has all the necessary appendages and a head full of coal black hair from what I hear.
They are not letting friends over to see him yet, my boy told me I could come over but I declined, they have enough on their hands and I have been told it was a good thing I wasn't at the hospital last night as her Dad was a complete asshole.
My oldest daughter said that I would have punched him in the head , even the ex said he was a jerk.
Tea bagger asshole, talking politics, disrespected my son to the point my five foot two daughter got in his face. Even her mother had enough and grabbed her and walked away.

Damn proud of that little darlin' I am.

I'm sure I will meet this fuck head some where down the road, I hope they warn him about me first.
I ain't quite so patient.

I Won This Battle

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

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

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

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

At least I know what goes where now.

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

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

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

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

That kind of shit everywhere.
EVERYWHERE!

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

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

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

Run it does though.

BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!


Kiss my fucking ass.

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

Apparently Being A Red Neck Is Not Exclusive To The Southern States Of America

Hey, the heater in my Ford is like lighting a match in a blizzard.

I have to wear gloves because of that cold assed plastic steering wheel and wear a Hoody for the fifteen minute commute.

Crazy enough, the dude got government permission to do this, like that would EVER happen in this fucking country.

 

Kinda Cross Posted at Fixer and Gordon.

Just Ignore That Unholy Howling You Hear

It is just all the Demons in Hell celebrating my birthday, fifty two years ago.

As I recall from my Birth Certificate, I was born at 2:10 AM on January 31st, 1960.

That was a long time ago.
Just about the time the Oakland Raiders came into being too.
Of course, having been shat out in Oakland, ya damn well know I have been a Raiders fan my entire life.

No Color television, no remotes even, I WAS the remote, No Microwave ovens.
The Russians had just kicked our asses with Sputnik too.

No Radial tires,just one Ornery little fucking baby screaming into the void, just like I do now.
Some things just never change, I still love boobs too.

I seriously thought I would never live to see thirty way back when and now here I am still.

I must be more resilient than I imagined.
I crashed and/or totalled 29 cars in ten years in my early years and I pay for that shit every day but you can bet your ass I have some good stories to tell.

Thanks fer stopping by and have a shot for me, ya know damn good and well I will.

Cover Your Eyes, My Delicate Flowers

The rest of you sick fucking bastards, line up and get ready to laugh your fucking Asses Off at the ignorance on display here.

For those of you who have led a sheltered life, let me just point out how fucking hilarious this is.

First, we have a Santorum.
Not the idiot dumbfuck, the Brilliant,huge Fuck You, that has followed this fucking idiot around the internet for years now.
Brilliant being an understatement.

Google it, I fucking dare ya.
Never mind, ya fucking pussies, let me do it for ya;

Santorum (san-TOR-um) n.
1. The frothy mixture of lube and fecal matter
that is sometimes the by-product of anal sex.

If you are not long on the internets, you might not know this, now you do, this is internet gold.

It has been to Mars and back, it is so funny.
Talk about a google bomb, that made Nagasaki look like a fire cracker.

Next up, for you new initiates, is "Tossing Your Salad".

DO NOT! Click that link if you are a repressed, right wing homophobe or have serious issues with sexual practices other than the Missionary position and can't stand thinking of anyone, anywhere, performing sexual acts that conflict with your strict upbringing.

If you can hang, then the irony of some stupid rednecked idiot from Iowa renaming his Chicken salad, " Santorum Salad" should cause your Irony Meter to go around and around like a Merry Go Round on Amphetamines and cause every one who knows the joke to write in and give it a really nice review.

Snort!

LMFAO!!!

Ya just can't make this shit up.

I wonder if it comes with a big pickle on the side?

It must have some really, really, "Creamy", dressing....

OK, I gotta stop now, this could get deliciously disgusting.

I Hate It When That Happens

Holy Fuck.

I was talking on the phone to some nice young lady trying to pay those over priced motherfuckers at Verizon when I took a swig off the jug and that sonofabitch went down the wrong pipe.

FUUUUUUUUCK me!
Coughing, choking, wheezing and talking like I had a rasp ran up and down my throat ensued.

Damn, ya haven't lived until ya've had 40 proof go down the wrong way.
It'll get yer attention real quick.

I finally got enough wind to finish the conversation, I think the poor dear was going to try and call 911 for me.

I finally convinced her I was good to go.

Damn, that was harsh.

I'm just glad my seven dollar fast food dinner didn't come up.

I hate that.

The Wife tells me on the phone tonight that I am in no uncertain terms that I am going to come see her this weekend, even if she has to come get me for a round trip of over a hundred and sixty miles.

My thoughts on this are mixed.

Should she leave her panties at home or wear them so I can rip them off with my teeth?

Personally, I vote for the latter.

Ya, Ya, I am a horn dog, I know, I was a dirty old man when I was ten fucking years old and now I have perfected it into an art form.

Just for shits and grins, I have been working at a college for the last two weeks and have seen HUNDREDS of hot little nubiles walk by En Mass in their short shorts and tank tops and have not only not been slapped yet but they haven't called the cops yet. I have had several little cuties smile at me.They know, and I know, there be no touchy but it sure as hell makes an old guy feel good to have a little cutie not run away screaming while dialing 911.....

Oh yeah, I know I am married now but I can still look and I can't wait to get back and be with the hottest one of all.

Those little cuties are fun to watch but My Baby has it going on like they won't ever understand.

OHHHHHHH yeah, My baby takes Damn good care of me.


I ain't just talking shit, either.
my wife IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING AWESOME!

I am sure there will come a day when she get's pissed off at me and I ain't a bit worried about that, I know how much it costs to get divorced and she is going to be stuck with my narrow ass, she is the one that wanted to get married.*

In the mean time it is adults only, rated "R" and y'all have a nice day!


* Take my word for it, I thought long and hard before I asked her to marry me.

Been there, Done that before.
She is a good woman.

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.

Wedding Bells Are Ringing

Gettin' hitched tomorrow.
I would like to thank everyone for the well wishes.

As you can probably guess, I am going to be busier than a one legged man in an ass kicking contest here for the few days so I probably won't be posting anything untill some time next week.

In the mean time, hit the old Blogroll, there are lots and lots of talented people there.

My Best Wishes!

I would like to announce the marriage of two of the best I have the gratitude to have found on the internet.

Mr. Driftglass and Blue Gal tied the knot today.

I would be proud to meet these folks someday.

My sincerest congratulations to the both of them.

One of the proudest days in recent memory was finding out I was on Drifty's Blogroll.
It doesn't get much better than that in my book, the guy is a personal hero and Fran is legendary in her own right.
I don't know where she finds the time but she is all over the place.

Do me a favor and swing by and congratulate them, tell 'em Busted sent ya.

It looks like I am still on deck for Sunday.

I'm Surrounded

Goddamn women folk around here are all right wingers, I could be busy handing out beatings for quite a while.The Girl Friend and her two fucking sisters, I still love the little split tails anyway..

In one voice they all proclaimed their love of that idiot dirt bag Glen Beck.
Then it got better and they proclaimeed Rush Limbaugh to be some kind of fucking saint. They claim to be Tea Baggers, Nasty Girl got Tea bagged  in the traditional sense earlier and loved it. Take that Sarah Palin lovers.

Like I said, I could be busy fer a while, there is three of the misguided little souls, that's  a lot of beatings for one old man. I know I can take Nasty Girl, I had her pinnned down earlier for an extended period of time, it's the other two I am wondering about.
Not to worry, I can be a mean sonofabitch when I have to be.
Still, I tend to keep my back to a wall just in case.

It is hotter than a half fucked fox in a firestorm around here, 101 degrees outside.
Christ.I had her take me to me to the likker store and I about had heat stroke getting out of the damn car.
The front of the store faced the sun and it had to be one twenty right there before I could get inside.  Then we stopped at another store and I made the mistake of walking behind the car to get in.
Fuck me. The fan was going full blast and I literally walked into a jet stream.
God damn, I bet it was throwing out 220.
Nasty Girl is currently teasing my ass by bouncing up and down on a little trampoline, I have already had to fix six fucking typo's, I think I have whiplash.
See ya, thanks fer stopping by,.

Prediction Time

Jesus Christ...is that Dick Cheney giving me a yellow card?

Well, it's the weekend and you know what that means. Won't be long before OB will be posting something about needing a doctor after his weekend with Nasty Girl. Seriously, dude...STFU and change the name of the place to "Lucky Bastard" already.

In the meantime, since the boss ain't around I get to do whatever the fuck I want and you also know what THAT means...football, baby...football. This is a foot, this is a ball and this is the World Cup. I come before you tonight to annoy you with my predictions.

Landon Donovan before the game: "The US can beat anyone".

Landon Donovan after the game: "Umm...except for FIFuh...I mean Ghana".

Ghana is the last African team in the tournament and they'll be playing with the pride of a continent and the covert backing of FIFA. I expect another disallowed US goal that should have stood or a missed penalty call or some shit like that. The officiating at this thing has been absolute garbage and the US won't get any favors in this one.

Won't matter anyway. On this side of the bracket the winner of the Netherlands/Brazil game (that'll happen in the next round) goes to the final. End of story.

The other side of the bracket is a king-hell-bastard to call...Germany/England, Argentina/Mexico, Spain/Portugal...that's gonna be a slug-fest and by far the best games to watch. I can't remember a World Cup with so many heavyweights on one side of the knockout bracket. Spain has the best team in the world right now but Argentina have the best player in Lionel Messi. Portugal has Christiano Ronaldo, who can turn a game if he can stop diving long enough to care and England have Wayne Rooney, who can do the same if he can keep from getting pissed off and red-carded.

Hand me another beer, it starts gettin' good from now on.

I'm predicting a Brazil/Argentina final with Lionel Messi stepping up big and getting that Diego Maradona monkey off his back once and for all.

spongebobcrackwhore

Maybe?

WHOO HOO! The keyboard works now!

I don't have a fucking clue what finally fixed it. I been fucking with it for four goddamn hours.
Google this, get on a discussion thread, get the fuck out, I ain't fucking with this thing any more, I killed it once already.

My buddy was awesome enough to have some one build this damn thing for me for free and it fucked up, he took it home and fixed it on his own time but the damn keyboard wouldn't work so I have been using the virtual keyboard you can find under accessories, if ya can see the fucking thing.

Whatever happened, I was for damn sure not going into the operating system.
I was going to swallow my pride and take the damn thing back to him before I even tried to fuck it up again.

I was all over the internet doing specific searches, something happened. Now I will see if the other one works tomorrow when I plug it in at the shop.
Hey, use a known good part, Ford has that advice in their factory manuals and so does Micro fucking Soft I see.

Either way, WOOT!!

Now I gotta fix the screen resolution, I can't hardly see the fucking letters I am typing.

I think I can handle that.
As my buddy said, now I can get back to pissing people off.

Merry Christmas motherfuckers.

Goodnight

Ornery Bastard is going dark for at least a week or so.

Shit happens.

I still owe the Doc a tidy sum for that little bit of surgery I had and I am about to get the finger of scorn up the arse from a long lost love who is going to be garnishing my wages.

God Bless America.

Fuck you Obama, for giving away Single Payer before the fucking deck was cut and the cards were dealt.

Until I can pay my internet provider,Soyanara.

I'll be back, Don't ferget me.

Thanks for stopping by.

Thanks Fer Stopping By

Well shit,
I left the last post up hoping that I could get some real live Comfort food recipes and I would sincerely like to thank those who did.
Yer awesome.
I have a crock pot full of Black Beans and Ham Hocks going right now and Hell Yes, there is damn near a whole onion two table spoons of minced garlic, and several spices going on in there.
Reminder to self, throw some fucking Cumin in there later.
I been soaking those magnificent beans since yesterday.

No changes on the political front, whatever Obama is doing is not going to change a fucking thing fer little peoples like you and me, Cheney and Bush should be on trial and I need to go water my fucking garden.

Just fer shits and grins, I think I am going to go see my Doctor, I has a little cyst on my neck that I found about a month ago and I need to be lectured about smoking, again.
The fucking thing is about the size of a Bee Bee, but it is underneath all the layers of skin, so I can't just stick a fucking upholstery needle in it and pop it like a zit.
Trust me, I already tried.

A hunnert and eighty five bucks to walk in the door and two days for them to find my file, because I don't go see the fucking guy unless I can't stand it anymore, what ever it is.
The poor fucking guy is as busy as a motherfucker all day, every day, dealing with little old ladies bitching about everything under the sun, when a real good dicking would make most of 'em happy campers.

Before anyone gets their panties in a twist, I suggest you try and visit yer local, good looking doctor and observe this phenomenom yerself.
I am very lucky, this guy quit taking new patients over fifteen years ago and this is one positive from my marriage to the nice lady I have to call my ex wife.

OK, some of these old ladies have a legitimate reason but I can't fucking stand listening to them whine in the waiting room.
The little kids coughing until they are about to puke makes me go outside and have a smoke.
Doctors waiting rooms are a damn good place to get sick.
You wonder why I can't wait to go sit in a closet for half an hour waiting for the guy to whisk in with a whole days worth of sick shit for me to take home?

For the life of me, I don't know why the guy is still alive.

Must be a tough bastard.


Meh, no one lives forever and who the fuck would want to?

Have a nice fucking day.

A Word of Advice

Yeah, and I could use a few pointers myself.


This is ugly, as I found out today.

In the middle of the clusterfuck that I went through today, I had to move a buttload of canned goods.

That shit does not just jump up and fly out the door, it is very heavy.

What the fuck?
I know it is food security but if something comes up and ya have to get the fuck out of Dodge in a hurry, it is a boat anchor stuck in the sand.

Holy Crap!

It took me three hours and two trips hunting for boxes to pack up twelve boxes of Food out of a twenty four foot trailer and I am not done yet.
I have not even got to the rest of the shit.
Gahhh!, I am such a packrat!

Fuck Me if TSHTF!

All I am trying to do is move thirty fucking feet!

How in the Hell someone would be able to pack up and haul ass is beyond me.

Unless everything was in a box with wheels on it, yer fucked.
Either that or have a fucking conveyor belt system that a guy could back up under, even then ya are fucked, it takes two people , minimum.

So, a good dose of the ugly truth, ain't nobody going to out run anything.

On the other hand, the neighbor lady that teased me about my puny little garden last year seems to have gotten a change of heart and asked me if she can help me with the one I want to put in this year.

Hell yes.

In the rest of the news, the guy that wanted to buy the Rat Hole has had a stroke of good luck and was given a Fifth wheel to move into, good for him.

He has offered to demolish the Rat Hole and I am all fer that.
One less fucking nightmare for me.

Thanks for stopping by, be assured there is more fun to come tomorrow, the fucking neighbor dude never got his trailer moved out so I can pull my new POS in and there is going to be burnt rubber come tomorrow when I hook up to that fucker and drag it out.

Wish me luck and God Bless.

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.

Turdblossom Subpoenaed By Conyers

They would once again, like to chat with the fucking scumbag about the Politicization of the Justice Department and about his alleged involvement in the political prosecution of an Alabama governor and the firings of nine US Attorneys.


Chairman subpoenas Rove.

John Byrne H/T Raw Story

Published: Monday January 26, 2009

Invoking President Barack Obama, House Judiciary Committee Chairman John Conyers (D-MI) has subpoenaed former Bush Deputy Chief of Staff Karl Rove about his alleged involved in the political prosecution of an Alabama governor and the firings of nine US Attorneys.

The subpoena, approved by an earlier vote of the House, was issued pursuant to "authority granted in H.R. 5 (111th Congress), and calls for Mr. Rove to appear at deposition on Monday, February 2, 2009."

Specifically, it enjoins Rove "to testify regarding his role in the Bush Administration’s politicization of the Department of Justice, including the US Attorney firings and the prosecution of former Alabama Governor Don Siegelman."

I wonder how fast Rove is going to get the fuck out of the country as a dodge just like he did last time?
Rove doesn't have Bush to cover his ass anymore and a judge and President Obama have said the prick isn't covered by executive privilege so this ought to be some prime popcorn shoveling times ahead.

"Mr. Rove has previously refused to appear in response to a Judiciary Committee subpoena, claiming that even former presidential advisers cannot be compelled to testify before Congress," Conyers' office wrote in a release. "That 'absolute immunity' position was supported by then-President Bush, but it has been rejected by U.S. District Judge John Bates and President Obama has previously dismissed the claim as 'completely misguided.'"

Here is a copy of the subpoena.

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!

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.

Frontal Assault Complete

Never the subtle one, I pulled in the driveway here at Gentry Way with enough throttle to have a bunch of porch lights get turned on, I'm Baaaaack!
What a fucking week.
I am wiped out.
After I got home,I grabbed my second amendment , one of the fucking cats, a buttload of dirty clothes and a half a bottle of whiskey and tight assed it over here in The Beast to my folks's place in time to give my Granny a chance to vent for a few minutes and then I went out and got THE most important piece of baggage, the fucking Heating Pad.
I ain't purty but I ain't stupid either.That fucking rib is being stubborn and won't pop in and I don't have the dough to go see a bone cracker just this minute.


That other stupid fucking cat decided it needed to get back to nature and dived out the door between my legs and disappeared while I was falling out the door, loaded down with essential shit.
I tried to call it and it was all about soyanara motherfucka, so I returned the sentiment and left a bowl of food out.

I have to go back in the morning for another truckload of shit and I shall see if there is a Catsickle on the doorstep.


I am sure the neighbors saw the folks pull out this morning, it's kind of hard to miss a 38 foot motorhome backing out of the driveway, so they know what is going on.
They are all pretty nice people, even though we would all be just as happy to wave at each other while taking out the garbage and not ever actually have to talk to one another.


LMAO!!
I bought one of those cat scratch post things with the multiple levels covered in carpet when I was here last year to keep my cat from shredding my mothers couches and left it here because I have no room for it.

Baby has been here less than an hour and is going apeshit playing on the damn thing.

She has already made herself at home!

It is time for a cocktail and I am fixing to turn this heating pad up a notch and then get real adventurous and see if I can figure out how to turn on the television.

Tomorrow?
I am going to take an extravagantly long hot shower,then go start hauling more shit out of the Rat Hole.

Have a nice weekend, I will tune ya up with a progress report later.

Oh, by the way, Nine More days asshole,hurry up and get the fuck out.