And Happy Birthday to my little Brother, BP.
Thanks fer stopping by and be safe.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Happy Halloween To All You Little Devils
And Happy Birthday to my little Brother, BP.
Thanks fer stopping by and be safe.
I Survive
Yeah, I am still working on this chest cold but I am slowly getting better.
It might have been the Swine flu but probably just the annual chest cold, what ever.
I would prefer to remain ignorant.
I have cheated death many times already, eventually the bastard will win, I want to make him earn it.
In the mean time, life goes on.
I need to get off my dead ass and clean this joint up.
After being sick for three damn weeks, this place is getting ripe.
The first order of business is to clean out that damn cat box.
Jeeze, as much as these critters are outside, you would think it wouldn't be a problem but I swear, I open the door and they head straight to the cat box and then to the feed dish.
They are currently in their normal state, comatose.
I could give a rats ass about what is happening in the political world right now, I can guarantee ya we are all fucked and don't know it yet.
Fucking bastards, I don't even get a kiss first.
I need to go procure a few items while I still can but that cat box has to go.
Damn, it's only been two days!
I went to grab a beer and got a whiff of that, oh hell no.
I gotta quit feeding the little shits so much.
Little cat turd factories.
The joys of living in a 35 foot trailer.
One stinky sock can ruin yer morning and God forbid ya cook with onions or garlic.
I do anyway because it is just me but ya sure as hell get a nose full when ya open the door.
Thank goodness for Fabreze! Glad trash bags are my bestest friend.
Go buy some food, winter is coming and the economy is being dragged on the ground behind some so called expert economists like toilet paper on yer ex wife's heel coming out of the bathroom.
It's tragically hilarious at this point.
I think I am going to make a pot of beans this afternoon, there is a smoked ham hock calling my name, and corn bread sounds fabulous, I have some fresh butter too.
Thanks fer stopping by.
It might have been the Swine flu but probably just the annual chest cold, what ever.
I would prefer to remain ignorant.
I have cheated death many times already, eventually the bastard will win, I want to make him earn it.
In the mean time, life goes on.
I need to get off my dead ass and clean this joint up.
After being sick for three damn weeks, this place is getting ripe.
The first order of business is to clean out that damn cat box.
Jeeze, as much as these critters are outside, you would think it wouldn't be a problem but I swear, I open the door and they head straight to the cat box and then to the feed dish.
They are currently in their normal state, comatose.
I could give a rats ass about what is happening in the political world right now, I can guarantee ya we are all fucked and don't know it yet.
Fucking bastards, I don't even get a kiss first.
I need to go procure a few items while I still can but that cat box has to go.
Damn, it's only been two days!
I went to grab a beer and got a whiff of that, oh hell no.
I gotta quit feeding the little shits so much.
Little cat turd factories.
The joys of living in a 35 foot trailer.
One stinky sock can ruin yer morning and God forbid ya cook with onions or garlic.
I do anyway because it is just me but ya sure as hell get a nose full when ya open the door.
Thank goodness for Fabreze! Glad trash bags are my bestest friend.
Go buy some food, winter is coming and the economy is being dragged on the ground behind some so called expert economists like toilet paper on yer ex wife's heel coming out of the bathroom.
It's tragically hilarious at this point.
I think I am going to make a pot of beans this afternoon, there is a smoked ham hock calling my name, and corn bread sounds fabulous, I have some fresh butter too.
Thanks fer stopping by.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tired And Can't Sleep
So far, this is every night this week that I have been dead tired, went to bed at a reasonable hour and woke up in the middle of the fucking night and can't get back to sleep for hours.
My ass is going to be dragging tomorrow, it's two thirty A.M. fer chrissakes.
WTF is up with that?
I see the usual suspects are holding up extending unemployment benefits for the folks who can't find a job in the midst of the worst Depression since 1932.
Those fuckers are playing with fire.
People are hurting.
Do they not realize the only alternative for those people who have hungry children is to turn to Welfare?
The fucking idiocy can be smelled like a rotten fish.
These recalcitrant motherfuckers have to go.
We need some fresh blood in Congress.
I predicted last year that the Republicans were going to disintegrate as a viable political party and I stand by that prediction.
They are rudderless, have no ideas or plans for anything other than obstructionism and stomping their little feet like spoiled children.
Less than 25% of Americans now identify themselves as a Republican and I think that is going to go under 20% before the next election.
They are self destructing before my eyes and good fucking riddance, they are taking this country to the brink of civil war.
That might be a fatal mistake for those assholes, I'm thinking they must be terrible at math on top of being racist ,ignorant,power mad and just plain dirty sonsabitches.
My ass is going to be dragging tomorrow, it's two thirty A.M. fer chrissakes.
WTF is up with that?
I see the usual suspects are holding up extending unemployment benefits for the folks who can't find a job in the midst of the worst Depression since 1932.
Those fuckers are playing with fire.
People are hurting.
Do they not realize the only alternative for those people who have hungry children is to turn to Welfare?
The fucking idiocy can be smelled like a rotten fish.
These recalcitrant motherfuckers have to go.
We need some fresh blood in Congress.
I predicted last year that the Republicans were going to disintegrate as a viable political party and I stand by that prediction.
They are rudderless, have no ideas or plans for anything other than obstructionism and stomping their little feet like spoiled children.
Less than 25% of Americans now identify themselves as a Republican and I think that is going to go under 20% before the next election.
They are self destructing before my eyes and good fucking riddance, they are taking this country to the brink of civil war.
That might be a fatal mistake for those assholes, I'm thinking they must be terrible at math on top of being racist ,ignorant,power mad and just plain dirty sonsabitches.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Stone Soup, Revisited
I will be the first to admit, I can't remember where I saw this but I know it was on the internet, so I can't give credit.
All I can do is link to Wickipedia for the story and I would like you to go read this before you continue.
I got to thinking about this tonight after I started adding a bunch of stuff out of my fridge to a pot of soup I started the other day.
I have to give credit for that inspiration to that cutie, little Rachael Ray.
Like her or not, that was the one damn thing I miss about getting rid of my TV, The Food Channel.
Anyway. I remember watching one of her Dinner in a Half hour, whatever they called it shows and she made Chicken Noodle Soup in a half hour.
Of course she cheated but I was impressed and actually tried it, with my own twist, and it was great!
So, the other day, I was digging in the fridge and found some celery that was fixing to go bad, a buddy had given me some tomatoes that were in the same shape too.
Further exploration came up with some ground Italian sausage and some Cajun Pork cutlets.
Hmm, time for some soup.
I added a can of Baby clams( note to self, get a freakin' CASE of those things!),
a quarter cup of instant rice, a can of potatoes, mash 'em up a little first, a whole onion and six cloves of garlic.
Throw in some chili powder, onion powder and stir on High like yer life depended on it.
Oh, of course, while you are at it, Two Table spoons of Louisiana Hot Sauce too.
Stir until it boils and turn it to simmer, keep stirring.
My point here is, if you have such a thing as a big stock pot or a large cast iron pot and can keep it simmering all day, you can feed a great many people, even if they only have a small donation to the ingredients. The longer you cook it, the thicker it gets and it quickly turns into a stew, just add water.
I am doing this just for myself and eating on a four quart pan for a couple of days.
Imagine what you could do with a huge Stock Pot or a Crock pot.
Just keep throwing things in it and have a hot dish, anytime of the day.
This is how people used to live two centuries ago, sometimes you have to wonder just how modern luxuries replaced one of the greatest things ever invented, a bowl of hot, home made soup.
If you can afford to get through this mess by yourself, more power to you, the rest of us are going to be eating a lot of Stone Soup.
All I can do is link to Wickipedia for the story and I would like you to go read this before you continue.
I got to thinking about this tonight after I started adding a bunch of stuff out of my fridge to a pot of soup I started the other day.
I have to give credit for that inspiration to that cutie, little Rachael Ray.
Like her or not, that was the one damn thing I miss about getting rid of my TV, The Food Channel.
Anyway. I remember watching one of her Dinner in a Half hour, whatever they called it shows and she made Chicken Noodle Soup in a half hour.
Of course she cheated but I was impressed and actually tried it, with my own twist, and it was great!
So, the other day, I was digging in the fridge and found some celery that was fixing to go bad, a buddy had given me some tomatoes that were in the same shape too.
Further exploration came up with some ground Italian sausage and some Cajun Pork cutlets.
Hmm, time for some soup.
I added a can of Baby clams( note to self, get a freakin' CASE of those things!),
a quarter cup of instant rice, a can of potatoes, mash 'em up a little first, a whole onion and six cloves of garlic.
Throw in some chili powder, onion powder and stir on High like yer life depended on it.
Oh, of course, while you are at it, Two Table spoons of Louisiana Hot Sauce too.
Stir until it boils and turn it to simmer, keep stirring.
My point here is, if you have such a thing as a big stock pot or a large cast iron pot and can keep it simmering all day, you can feed a great many people, even if they only have a small donation to the ingredients. The longer you cook it, the thicker it gets and it quickly turns into a stew, just add water.
I am doing this just for myself and eating on a four quart pan for a couple of days.
Imagine what you could do with a huge Stock Pot or a Crock pot.
Just keep throwing things in it and have a hot dish, anytime of the day.
This is how people used to live two centuries ago, sometimes you have to wonder just how modern luxuries replaced one of the greatest things ever invented, a bowl of hot, home made soup.
If you can afford to get through this mess by yourself, more power to you, the rest of us are going to be eating a lot of Stone Soup.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Joe Liebermans Entire Political Career In Under Two Minutes.
He is so blissfully unaware, grazing on the largess from his wife and Big Pharma, he decides to put his head down and vote with the Republicans against a Public Option.
Harry Reid, pay attention, this is your fate too.
Have some of this for a re election total, here ya go, this is what is going to happen to ya the next time ya run for office.
Ned Lamont is going to own you.
Independent Democrat, my ass.
Joe Lieberman is the worst backstabbing, Prima Donna,Attention Whore since Arlen Specter I have ever seen and some sonofabitch with a Shelalie needs to have a short conversation with that asshole.
Arlen?
Yeah, a two by four of enlightenment will do.
Get the Hell out of our National Discourse, this ain't High School,it ain't 19 freaking 47, Arlen, and it ain't 19 freaking damn 57 , You little weasel Lieberman.
It is 2009 and you can both kiss my Liberal ass for not having an ounce of morals or self respect.
Jesus Christ, I was born in 1960. Get the fuck out.
Go use that sweet deal of tax payer medical you don't want anyone else to have and go the fuck away, forever.
Being a bought and paid for, a couple of party swapping, old fucking bastards with no compunction except for staying in power and flat out embarrassing any one that knows ya while ya do it is flat out a reason to haul yer asses out of office and spread tuna fish on ya.
Jesus Christ, you bastards,ya can't even figure out how to set an alarm clock and yer Grand kids run away from ya at Christmas.
Old, bought, whores, both of ya.
Get the Hell out before some one under sixty decides to put you in a home.
One that you refuse to fund, that will have some mean woman in it, who will wipe your asses with a corn cob.
Thanks for nothing, Her name isHilda Godzilla.
Bring on the Primaries.
Thank you, Marv Newland.
By the way, if you don't have any personal convictions you can stand by after Fifty Fucking Years, I don't want to know ya.
We can argue about our differences and still get along, just have some.
These two weasels are the epitome of what is wrong with our current political system.
Harry Reid, pay attention, this is your fate too.
Have some of this for a re election total, here ya go, this is what is going to happen to ya the next time ya run for office.
Ned Lamont is going to own you.
Independent Democrat, my ass.
Joe Lieberman is the worst backstabbing, Prima Donna,Attention Whore since Arlen Specter I have ever seen and some sonofabitch with a Shelalie needs to have a short conversation with that asshole.
Arlen?
Yeah, a two by four of enlightenment will do.
Get the Hell out of our National Discourse, this ain't High School,it ain't 19 freaking 47, Arlen, and it ain't 19 freaking damn 57 , You little weasel Lieberman.
It is 2009 and you can both kiss my Liberal ass for not having an ounce of morals or self respect.
Jesus Christ, I was born in 1960. Get the fuck out.
Go use that sweet deal of tax payer medical you don't want anyone else to have and go the fuck away, forever.
Being a bought and paid for, a couple of party swapping, old fucking bastards with no compunction except for staying in power and flat out embarrassing any one that knows ya while ya do it is flat out a reason to haul yer asses out of office and spread tuna fish on ya.
Jesus Christ, you bastards,ya can't even figure out how to set an alarm clock and yer Grand kids run away from ya at Christmas.
Old, bought, whores, both of ya.
Get the Hell out before some one under sixty decides to put you in a home.
One that you refuse to fund, that will have some mean woman in it, who will wipe your asses with a corn cob.
Thanks for nothing, Her name is
Bring on the Primaries.
Thank you, Marv Newland.
By the way, if you don't have any personal convictions you can stand by after Fifty Fucking Years, I don't want to know ya.
We can argue about our differences and still get along, just have some.
These two weasels are the epitome of what is wrong with our current political system.
Monday, October 26, 2009
A Blast From The Past
Hey, if ya don't like it, click that little red box at the top with the white "X" in it and spare me the whining, OK?
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I'm sure It's Just A Coincidence
Apparently my computer has the same fucking problem I do, insufficient memory.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
What A Blast!
As usual, I got out of the Hell hole yesterday and headed straight to a beer.
I came home and proceeded to knock down several screwdrivers .
My neighbor, the big guy, came over and I gave him a beer and a pint of vodka, just to be neighborly. We sat and chatted for quite a bit and he proceeded to get pretty fucked up.
No problem, the guy lives ten feet away and if he gets too drunk, he can just sleep where he is sitting.
We are just kind of sitting there, bullshitting and by now both of us are downright hammered and Out. Of. The.Blue.,
this guy reaches out and punches me in the face and breaks my fucking nose.
Naturally, I return the favor, twice.
He then passes out while I am getting a paper towel and mopping up the blood.
WTF?!
Of course my glasses cut my nose too, ya gotta love those Made In China motherfuckers from the Dollar store, they are sitting on my broken nose as I type, they are fine.
Never a dull moment.
I kinda lost count but I think this is the eighth or ninth time my fucking nose has been broken.It is eight O'clock in the morning and I am going to go wake that bastard up and buy him breakfast, the fucker anyway.
If ya don't hear anything outta me in the near future.......
Update;
No, he doesn't remember a fucking thing, just as I thought.
Been there done that.
He woke up wondering why his mouth hurt and couldn't find his glasses, they were on the table over here.
He apologized several times.
Shit happens, I most certainly am not going to hold a grudge, he is a really nice guy, I just gotta remember not to give him hard alcohol.
Some folks are like that.
He said he was glad that he didn't kill me, that's two of us.
I came home and proceeded to knock down several screwdrivers .
My neighbor, the big guy, came over and I gave him a beer and a pint of vodka, just to be neighborly. We sat and chatted for quite a bit and he proceeded to get pretty fucked up.
No problem, the guy lives ten feet away and if he gets too drunk, he can just sleep where he is sitting.
We are just kind of sitting there, bullshitting and by now both of us are downright hammered and Out. Of. The.Blue.,
this guy reaches out and punches me in the face and breaks my fucking nose.
Naturally, I return the favor, twice.
He then passes out while I am getting a paper towel and mopping up the blood.
WTF?!
Of course my glasses cut my nose too, ya gotta love those Made In China motherfuckers from the Dollar store, they are sitting on my broken nose as I type, they are fine.
Never a dull moment.
I kinda lost count but I think this is the eighth or ninth time my fucking nose has been broken.It is eight O'clock in the morning and I am going to go wake that bastard up and buy him breakfast, the fucker anyway.
If ya don't hear anything outta me in the near future.......
Update;
No, he doesn't remember a fucking thing, just as I thought.
Been there done that.
He woke up wondering why his mouth hurt and couldn't find his glasses, they were on the table over here.
He apologized several times.
Shit happens, I most certainly am not going to hold a grudge, he is a really nice guy, I just gotta remember not to give him hard alcohol.
Some folks are like that.
He said he was glad that he didn't kill me, that's two of us.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Nicely Done
I had my neighbor put some heavy duty shelves in a closet by my built in refrigerator that I wasn't using.
He did a fantastic job, 3/4 inch plywood.
When I get home tonight, I am going to fill those suckers up with canned goods that I bought the other day when I had a run away.
I had an unexpected windfall and went out and bought a ton of long term storage foods.
I had just enough left over for the shelves to be done.
I am a much happier guy now.
Winter is fast approaching and I have a couple of projects that I put off and I need to get those done.
I need to get a couple more propane tanks and have them filled too.
I ran out last winter in the middle of a blizzard and I have no wish to repeat that experience.
When I had the neighbor tear out the nasty hide a bed, I kept the mattress, it looked like it had never been used.
I asked him to help me take the old mattress off my bed so I could replace it.
I was going to throw it away but he wanted it for his kid to sleep on when he showed up.
Jesus Christ what a project!
Try getting a Queen sized mattress out of the nose of a fifth wheel, through a fucking door that is twenty four inches wide, then repeat this feat in reverse to put it in his place.
Oh my aching back.My shoulder too.
Heavy bastard, with nothing to grab a hold of.
But, it's progress.
Now I have to go put everything back that got knocked down in the struggle, when ya walk in and turn to go to the bedroom area, it looks like a hurricane went through the joint.
I hate housework but I gotta get off my ass and get it done.
Went and did five loads of laundry last night too.
Now that I think about it, it's no wonder I am so damn tired.
Oh well, no rest for the wicked.
BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
He did a fantastic job, 3/4 inch plywood.
When I get home tonight, I am going to fill those suckers up with canned goods that I bought the other day when I had a run away.
I had an unexpected windfall and went out and bought a ton of long term storage foods.
I had just enough left over for the shelves to be done.
I am a much happier guy now.
Winter is fast approaching and I have a couple of projects that I put off and I need to get those done.
I need to get a couple more propane tanks and have them filled too.
I ran out last winter in the middle of a blizzard and I have no wish to repeat that experience.
When I had the neighbor tear out the nasty hide a bed, I kept the mattress, it looked like it had never been used.
I asked him to help me take the old mattress off my bed so I could replace it.
I was going to throw it away but he wanted it for his kid to sleep on when he showed up.
Jesus Christ what a project!
Try getting a Queen sized mattress out of the nose of a fifth wheel, through a fucking door that is twenty four inches wide, then repeat this feat in reverse to put it in his place.
Oh my aching back.My shoulder too.
Heavy bastard, with nothing to grab a hold of.
But, it's progress.
Now I have to go put everything back that got knocked down in the struggle, when ya walk in and turn to go to the bedroom area, it looks like a hurricane went through the joint.
I hate housework but I gotta get off my ass and get it done.
Went and did five loads of laundry last night too.
Now that I think about it, it's no wonder I am so damn tired.
Oh well, no rest for the wicked.
BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
Aye, Shit, It's Way late.
I was going to rant about those spineless fucking Dems threatening to take away the anti trust advantage that those motherfuckers in the insurance industry have been exploiting but I got busy.
I was also going to rant about Obama wanting to cut the exorbitant salaries some of those assholes on Wall street have been getting, but I got busy.
I was also going to rant about the CIA buying into some domestic spying asshole software outfit, but I got busy.
I am so busy, Fuck The World and have a nice fucking day.
Come Friday, I am going to get seriously busy.
Just shoot the fuckers and I won't be so busy.
Dirty sonsabitches.
I was also going to rant about Obama wanting to cut the exorbitant salaries some of those assholes on Wall street have been getting, but I got busy.
I was also going to rant about the CIA buying into some domestic spying asshole software outfit, but I got busy.
I am so busy, Fuck The World and have a nice fucking day.
Come Friday, I am going to get seriously busy.
Just shoot the fuckers and I won't be so busy.
Dirty sonsabitches.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Let Me Just Say Thanks
Lady Luck, The Good Lord, somebody smiled on my narrow ass today.
Without going into details, I got hooked up with a truck load of supplies tonight.
I think I have enough for a couple of months, easy, and had enough to pay my neighbor to convert a closet into a pantry.
I was pretty nervous that he caught me red handed hauling in my supplies, I have helped him keep from starving a couple of times.
I think I will be OK, all I have to do is keep him fed, he is a big motherfucker though. He is trying to start a home improvement/ handy man business and I wish him the best. He is very good at what he does, Very.
I trust him plenty, I am just getting paranoid in my old age.
What the hell, it ain't like this is a new trend.
In case ya haven't been paying attention, these are some seriously tight economic times.I helped out three of my neighbors in the last few months and I was getting worried about my own self here lately. This was a very, very welcome bonus for me, I don't work for Goldman Sachs.
Those fucking assholes need to spend a couple of months on this end of the economy.
Without going into details, I got hooked up with a truck load of supplies tonight.
I think I have enough for a couple of months, easy, and had enough to pay my neighbor to convert a closet into a pantry.
I was pretty nervous that he caught me red handed hauling in my supplies, I have helped him keep from starving a couple of times.
I think I will be OK, all I have to do is keep him fed, he is a big motherfucker though. He is trying to start a home improvement/ handy man business and I wish him the best. He is very good at what he does, Very.
I trust him plenty, I am just getting paranoid in my old age.
What the hell, it ain't like this is a new trend.
In case ya haven't been paying attention, these are some seriously tight economic times.I helped out three of my neighbors in the last few months and I was getting worried about my own self here lately. This was a very, very welcome bonus for me, I don't work for Goldman Sachs.
Those fucking assholes need to spend a couple of months on this end of the economy.
Finally.
Two weeks to the fucking day, I finally feel half way human.
Jesus, what a stubborn God damn cold.
At this rate, I might be back to my ornery self in another two weeks.
I actually woke up before the alarm, I am not coughing uncontrollably, shit, I just might make it.
Jesus, what a stubborn God damn cold.
At this rate, I might be back to my ornery self in another two weeks.
I actually woke up before the alarm, I am not coughing uncontrollably, shit, I just might make it.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Like I Give A Damn
Aye, this will be a short freakin' post
Have a nice day, try not to run over yer kid's fuckin' cat and for damn sure don't get caught sticking it in yer baby sitter.
Criminy, I still feel like shit, this time I paid for it.
Some things never change.
Have a nice day, try not to run over yer kid's fuckin' cat and for damn sure don't get caught sticking it in yer baby sitter.
Criminy, I still feel like shit, this time I paid for it.
Some things never change.
What A Concept, Regulating The Banks
Finally, someone has had enough of these greedy fucking bastards, it's about fucking time.
It ain't enough in my opinion.
The fucking bastards belong in jail, period.
Too big to fail, my achin' ass.
Large banks are on the verge of losing a key legislative battle over the shape of financial reform, an unusual setback that reflects the continued political backlash over their role in creating the financial crisis.
The House Financial Services Committee is expected to vote Tuesday to let state governments protect bank customers by imposing restrictions that go beyond existing federal laws, according to congressional and industry sources.
The move would roll back a doctrine called preemption that has allowed big banks to answer solely to federal regulators. The banks argue that operating under a single set of rules is more efficient and results in lower prices for customers. But the Obama administration, which is pushing for the change, regards preemption as a cause of the crisis because it prevented state regulators from quashing obvious abuses.
The change essentially would unleash 50 additional regulators on the largest banks.
It ain't enough in my opinion.
The fucking bastards belong in jail, period.
Too big to fail, my achin' ass.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
This Is Just Too Damn Funny
Care to make a bet I disregarded all of these?
This lady is the shit, I go visit her every damn day.
Please go say Hi to Earth Bound and tell her Busted sent ya.
Be nice dammit.
This lady is the shit, I go visit her every damn day.
Please go say Hi to Earth Bound and tell her Busted sent ya.
Be nice dammit.
I'm Still Kicking
Not very high but as Mark Twain once said, the reports of my demise are highly exaggerated.
Thanks for the concern and the advice.
No, I don't need go go pay a hundred and eighty five fucking dollars for my doc to confirm I have a fucking chest cold and tell me to go to bed and drink plenty of liquids, thank you very much.
I had a chest cold a couple of years ago that took damn near three months to get over.
I know what it is and it is another stubborn fucker just like that one.
Of course, it doesn't help that I don't take care of myself and get likkered up way too much.
Hey, it's my life and I do whatever I fucking well please, thank you again very fucking much.
Hugz and kisses to you all, now hand me the whiskey God dammit, or someone is going to get hurt.
Thanks for the concern and the advice.
No, I don't need go go pay a hundred and eighty five fucking dollars for my doc to confirm I have a fucking chest cold and tell me to go to bed and drink plenty of liquids, thank you very much.
I had a chest cold a couple of years ago that took damn near three months to get over.
I know what it is and it is another stubborn fucker just like that one.
Of course, it doesn't help that I don't take care of myself and get likkered up way too much.
Hey, it's my life and I do whatever I fucking well please, thank you again very fucking much.
Hugz and kisses to you all, now hand me the whiskey God dammit, or someone is going to get hurt.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I Am Sick Of Being Sick
I got hammered a week ago Tuesday with a wicked chest cold.
I am still hacking and coughing to the point of gagging, sweating like a whore in church and still generally feeling like I have been given the chance of a lifetime to see what is underneath a sewer truck traveling at sixty miles an hour.
Sorry for the lack of posting.
It might be a bit sporadic for a while yet.
I am still hacking and coughing to the point of gagging, sweating like a whore in church and still generally feeling like I have been given the chance of a lifetime to see what is underneath a sewer truck traveling at sixty miles an hour.
Sorry for the lack of posting.
It might be a bit sporadic for a while yet.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
An Eye Opener, Laundry The Hard Way
I am fresh off of an experiment with doing laundry, HALF off the grid.
I live in a fifth wheel, I have a washer and dryer recently given to me from a friend who found them on Craigslist, but do not have them hooked up yet.
I thought it might be instructive to do a small bit of laundry the hard way.
I have a propane stove and a medium sized ceramic covered water bath canner so I thought to myself, lets try this the old fashioned way by boiling some clothes and hand wringing them to hang dry.
What an eye opening experience.
I have renewed respect for those that came before me.
Remember, this is cheating.
I had a propane stove, lights and running water.
I first filled the big pot with hot water in the shower, then I put it on the stove and lit two burners.
I walked away and let it get hot enough that I could not stick my hand in the water.
I put in some dish washing soap because of the superior grease cutting abilities, I am not concerned with soft and fluffy, and then tossed in five pairs of cheap cotton socks and one heavily soiled thermal underwear top.
Remember, I am a single guy and a mechanic.
I deal with diesel fuel, gasoline, 90 weight gear oils and heavy duty grease.
Nasty things like brake dust, some of the nastiest things you want to talk about when it comes to getting dirt out of your clothes.
I threw the socks and one top into the pot and started stirring them with a wooden spoon.
I walked away to let them soak, the whole time two burners are going full blast.
One of the first things that struck me was how much heat was involved with this relatively small load of laundry.
It takes a lot of BTU's to heat that much water, even using propane.
Then I went back and started agitating this little bit of clothing by hand with the wooden spoon. Shortly another revelation came to me, this is hard work.
It is mid October and starting to get chilly here in the Pacific North West so the heat was actually welcome.Imagine doing this when it is a Hundred degrees outside.
I stirred and stirred and stirred, trying to get the nasty stuff out of my clothes.
After a half an hour, I figured that was as clean as they were going to get and turned the burners off and went and sat down for a minute.
Then it dawned on me that I had to pick up that big pot of boiling water and dump it out.
I found some pot holders and grunted real good picking that thing up while taking it to the sink to dump it out.
Back to the shower to rinse, several times.
Now it is time to wring the water out, by hand.
Let me tell you, being a mechanic, I have a fairly good grip.
I wrung on those socks until I thought my hands were going to fall off and they were still soaking wet, ditto for the thermal top.
I hung them over the shower rod and looked at the time.
7:26.PM.
Not being the dullest knife in the drawer, I grabbed a laundry bag and loaded them up, jumped in the truck and raced to the nearest laundromat and tossed them in the dryer before they closed.
Several lessons were learned here.
One, it takes a huge amount of water and heat to do even a small amount of laundry.
Two, five pairs of socks?!
Three, it is very labor intensive.
Four, it can be very dangerous wrestling a very large pot of near boiling water full of wet and heavy clothing.
Five, if I had to do coveralls or jeans or sweat shirts, I would be there all week and I am just one guy.
I could not imagine what it would take to keep up with a family of four and all the laundry that goes along with that equation.
Towels, bedding, kitchen laundry, heavy coats, etc.
This was one VERY eye opening experiment and I am glad I did it but if the power goes out for any length of time, there are going to be a LOT of smelly people out there.
I called my Father and he told me of my Grandmothers travails with laundry back in the late 1930's in Nebraska.
No electricity and no running water, she had a Maytag washer with a gasoline powered washer motor. Semi reliable I hear.
I actually remember seeing a few of these things when I was younger, I have no idea if anyone still makes such a thing.
I just wanted to give ones mans experience into the unkown, please tell me if you have a better plan.
I live in a fifth wheel, I have a washer and dryer recently given to me from a friend who found them on Craigslist, but do not have them hooked up yet.
I thought it might be instructive to do a small bit of laundry the hard way.
I have a propane stove and a medium sized ceramic covered water bath canner so I thought to myself, lets try this the old fashioned way by boiling some clothes and hand wringing them to hang dry.
What an eye opening experience.
I have renewed respect for those that came before me.
Remember, this is cheating.
I had a propane stove, lights and running water.
I first filled the big pot with hot water in the shower, then I put it on the stove and lit two burners.
I walked away and let it get hot enough that I could not stick my hand in the water.
I put in some dish washing soap because of the superior grease cutting abilities, I am not concerned with soft and fluffy, and then tossed in five pairs of cheap cotton socks and one heavily soiled thermal underwear top.
Remember, I am a single guy and a mechanic.
I deal with diesel fuel, gasoline, 90 weight gear oils and heavy duty grease.
Nasty things like brake dust, some of the nastiest things you want to talk about when it comes to getting dirt out of your clothes.
I threw the socks and one top into the pot and started stirring them with a wooden spoon.
I walked away to let them soak, the whole time two burners are going full blast.
One of the first things that struck me was how much heat was involved with this relatively small load of laundry.
It takes a lot of BTU's to heat that much water, even using propane.
Then I went back and started agitating this little bit of clothing by hand with the wooden spoon. Shortly another revelation came to me, this is hard work.
It is mid October and starting to get chilly here in the Pacific North West so the heat was actually welcome.Imagine doing this when it is a Hundred degrees outside.
I stirred and stirred and stirred, trying to get the nasty stuff out of my clothes.
After a half an hour, I figured that was as clean as they were going to get and turned the burners off and went and sat down for a minute.
Then it dawned on me that I had to pick up that big pot of boiling water and dump it out.
I found some pot holders and grunted real good picking that thing up while taking it to the sink to dump it out.
Back to the shower to rinse, several times.
Now it is time to wring the water out, by hand.
Let me tell you, being a mechanic, I have a fairly good grip.
I wrung on those socks until I thought my hands were going to fall off and they were still soaking wet, ditto for the thermal top.
I hung them over the shower rod and looked at the time.
7:26.PM.
Not being the dullest knife in the drawer, I grabbed a laundry bag and loaded them up, jumped in the truck and raced to the nearest laundromat and tossed them in the dryer before they closed.
Several lessons were learned here.
One, it takes a huge amount of water and heat to do even a small amount of laundry.
Two, five pairs of socks?!
Three, it is very labor intensive.
Four, it can be very dangerous wrestling a very large pot of near boiling water full of wet and heavy clothing.
Five, if I had to do coveralls or jeans or sweat shirts, I would be there all week and I am just one guy.
I could not imagine what it would take to keep up with a family of four and all the laundry that goes along with that equation.
Towels, bedding, kitchen laundry, heavy coats, etc.
This was one VERY eye opening experiment and I am glad I did it but if the power goes out for any length of time, there are going to be a LOT of smelly people out there.
I called my Father and he told me of my Grandmothers travails with laundry back in the late 1930's in Nebraska.
No electricity and no running water, she had a Maytag washer with a gasoline powered washer motor. Semi reliable I hear.
I actually remember seeing a few of these things when I was younger, I have no idea if anyone still makes such a thing.
I just wanted to give ones mans experience into the unkown, please tell me if you have a better plan.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The Death Knell For Joe Lieberman
How sweet it is.
Olympia Snowe crossed party lines against heavy threats to vote for some kind of Health care reform.
Someone promised that lady part of the moon, I ain't stupid.
Let me stop there,not.
Yes, I can fucking guarantee that they gave this lady that part of the moon they just blew up.
I can also guarantee that they have been sending her roses and blowing up her skirt for about four years now, tryin' to counter that little fucking cunt Joe Lieberman.
Damned if I know what it took, maybe some hot little Puerto Rican pool boys on speed dial, I don't give a fuck.
The damage is done.
She voted for it under threats by her own party that she would be denied a high ranking seat on an influential committee.
That tells me one thing.
Joe Fucking Lieberman is about to get his due.
Sweet revenge is mine.
Ya cocksucker,traitorous motherfucker, back stabbing sonofabitch, they just went around yer ass.
LMAO!
Hows that feel Judas?
Even Arlen Specter is smarter than you, that has to hurt, ya miserable piece of shit, because Arlen is a demonstrable weasel, he will jump to another party for political gain faster than his Viagra takes effect.
Dude, you just got played and I am so fucking happy, I am going to send five bucks to Ned Lamont, again.
Suck my Dick, even better, fall over dead.
Olympia Snowe crossed party lines against heavy threats to vote for some kind of Health care reform.
Someone promised that lady part of the moon, I ain't stupid.
Let me stop there,not.
Yes, I can fucking guarantee that they gave this lady that part of the moon they just blew up.
I can also guarantee that they have been sending her roses and blowing up her skirt for about four years now, tryin' to counter that little fucking cunt Joe Lieberman.
Damned if I know what it took, maybe some hot little Puerto Rican pool boys on speed dial, I don't give a fuck.
The damage is done.
She voted for it under threats by her own party that she would be denied a high ranking seat on an influential committee.
That tells me one thing.
Joe Fucking Lieberman is about to get his due.
Sweet revenge is mine.
Ya cocksucker,traitorous motherfucker, back stabbing sonofabitch, they just went around yer ass.
LMAO!
Hows that feel Judas?
Even Arlen Specter is smarter than you, that has to hurt, ya miserable piece of shit, because Arlen is a demonstrable weasel, he will jump to another party for political gain faster than his Viagra takes effect.
Dude, you just got played and I am so fucking happy, I am going to send five bucks to Ned Lamont, again.
Suck my Dick, even better, fall over dead.
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