Friday, July 18, 2014

No big shit

At least not in the house in town! I can't thank Stevierayv and one of my readers named Jim who showed up and busted their butts helping me. Although I admit I really felt pretty bad when Jim's clutch starting smoking like a chimney moving his trailer into position at the farm. But Stevierayv stepped up and hauled the trailer for the subsequent 2 trips.

It rained all day yesterday,  and the chicken pen was a quagmire of muck,  but some brute strength and some maneuvering got it moved.

These were two guys,  (and a girl,  Jim brought his adult daughter to help! ) who drove anywhere from an hour and a half to three hours to help a stranger.  GOOD men.  And I owe them a great debt of gratitude.  I fervently pray they never need any help in the future,  but if they do, I'll be there come he'll or high water.

We didn't do any shooting,  but had a good time after all the work was done,  had some good country ribs,  corn on the cob,  a beer or two,  and we separated to get back to our lives. Strangers who met, worked together,  and parted friends.

A good day!
And they mocked me when I tried lighting a fire.  I even used my firesteel! 

Jim's daughter, Christy. Did more work than some of us today.
Okay, more than ME anyway...

That's Jim on the left. Drove over an hour hauling his trailer
To help me out. One of the most talkative dudes I've ever met. But his daughter
says he don't socialize much, so I'm glad he had the opportunity to
share some of his life with me. This is one fascinating individual!
Oh, that there specimen of virile male pulchritude is the inimical Stevierayv himself
on the right! 
And I'd like to add here that it's not very nice making fun of your host's fire starting ability,  or taking video when he's lighting home made napalm with a fire stick (Christy)!

Ps. Send it to my email and I'll post it. Promise. 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

this sucks

Until about three month ago, maybe a little less, I had a large shed out back, poorly built, leaked, had mice, but it held all the crap I could never throw away. You know, I might NEED that broken yard rake with no handle. Some of its tines will come in handy if I ever need a long piece of springy metal to perform that emergency lobotomy on myself some day!
But I wasn't going to take it with me, so I emptied it out and sold it to some guy for the cost of moving it out of the yard.
Now, I'm a major packrat. Not Hoarder TV quality, but I really hate to throw anything away. So now, my already overcrowded house is looking like I may just start to qualify. Over the 4th of July weekend, I had the grandkids tearing things up trying to find the one missing lego out of a box of about five bazillion, pushing things back to make room for six people to sit and move around. The last two days I have been spending the daytime at the farm while Rose is at work, and the damned goat figured out the doggy door back in town. Including knocking down the blockade I put up to stop him. I don't know if you realize how much one goat and two large dogs can do, but quite frankly, I'd rather clean up after the proverbial bull in the china shop!
Now I'm sitting here realizing that moving the larger furniture and appliances is going to be a pain in the ass simply making paths through all this shit.

Oh well. At least then I'll be able to rake it all up with my broken rake head and bag it all up for the trash bin. Rose will probably make me do it blindfolded so I won't be able to see that old inner tube with a hole in it I was saving in case I needed to cut it into heavy duty rubber bands someday...

To Fireguy:

Sorry, somehow your comment went to spam.
I'm covered on the trailer, but thanks anyway. I could always use help loading it though!

Loading up around 8:00AM tomorrow. No sweat if ya can't make it. Long drive for ya, and I gave my readers damn short notice.



I'm sure all of you know what those three letters mean. We have all used them.
Maybe that's part of our problem in this country. Rather than say "What the fuck?" we use just that three letter acronym. I can only imagine three reasons for this, and none of them says much for Americans in general.
First, its easier. We can't be bothered to spend our valuable time we could be using in our many sybaritic and venal pursuits.
Second, we're conceited. Our narcissist attitude makes our needs paramount. We see no reason to expend effort typing out three long words. We already know what we mean. Fuck the readers, let them figure it out.
Third, we are unwilling to take resposibility for our actions. If we don't actually type out the word 'fuck' we are exempt from the social stigma of using that once offensive, but now all too common, expression.

All of these things are pandemic in our society. Work? Why, the government pays you an "entitlement". Those lucky enough to actually have a job being unwilling to offer charitable support to those who are in need, and those who would receive this charity taking it as their due rather than a hand in getting their own shit together.
We no longer take responsibility for ourselves. The highest position of honor and dedication in our country, that of President of These United States, is held by a shining example of the downfall of our people. An almost perfect parody of Sergeant Schultz, he nows nothing of what is going on in order to avoid culpability.

I do vehemently NOT include those of us who embody the true spirit of our country. Those few amongst the sheeple who do not graze complacently and call ourselves the III.
We are the hope where there is mostly despair. We are those who support each other and keep the wolves away from the flock.

As it becomes harder and harder to claim pride in being American, we remain steadfast and ready as Patriots.

So, WTF? How will this get fixed? IDK. But I do know the fix will not come from our government, but from Us.

(OMG, typing this one letter at a time on this POS phone sucks!)

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

A call to arms! And some quality XenoBabes!

Maybe that should be a call FOR arms...
Moving starts around 8:00 AM Thursday morning, bbq to follow.

Email or comment if you can help me move to Turn Here Rose! Its a chance to meet and eat with some local III's!

 Bless you all, my readers, and my soon new friends!

Oh, and here:

Update to moving, and the generosity of the III

I am once again humbled and proud.

I have a gent with truck and trailer willing to assist, but I could probably use help with loading the heavy stuff. Figuring out the schedule, and will let ya'll know. Others have offered to help as they can, and I appreciate you all!

I have always been proud to be an American, but never prouder than I am of the III and our helping out when one of us has a need. III TO III.

ps. There is definitely a barbecue becoming a reality here. What do ya'll think? brisket or ribs?

UPDATE TO THIS UPDATE:  Thursday morning! Anybody out there likes barbecue enough to work for food? looks like moving starts around eightish.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Any III near Norman, OK?

Need a hand moving all my crap to the farm.  My problem is, I need the transportation. Truck, trailor, something. I'll load my shit, but need some way to transport it. Offering only my unlimited support in return.

Mrs. Xeno's Monday Men


Okay, it's official. Blogging from this POS phone SUCKS!
However, one does what one must. And when I'm back in town, I get internet access which I most definitely don't have on the farm. I'll try to get my posts out as I can on the days I'm not there.