Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Not dead yet, but working on it...

Hi folks. Sorry its been so long. I am finally getting there. My electric, after a long struggle with the city of Norman, was turned on 2 weeks ago, (still no internet connection though, damn it!), my well is up and working, and as soon as I get my hot water heater, oven, and furnace converted to LP gas, I'll have all the amenities that come with that!

A lot has been happening here. I caught an ear infection about three months ago, and my doc sent me to give blood. Two days later, they call to tell me I have leukemia!

Of course, everyone freaked out. Well, everyone  but me. They told me it was chronic lymphoma leukemia, and I'd probably had it for years. So no big deal where I'm sitting.

Then, after setting up a blood test every six months, they called me back to give blood after 30 days, because they weren't sure what kind of leukemia it actually is. Seems it doesn't fit in any box. But definitely leukemia....

I get to go for a cat scan tomorrow followed by a bone marrow biopsy. FUN! And again, everyone is sweating it but me. If a .12 gauge shotgun at point blank range can't finish me off, leukemia can go fuck itself!

Working on getting internet. Not looking good in the near future. I'll make sure to post the results of my tests when I find out. Hope there's still a few folks out there who give a shit....

Take care and watch out for each other.



Thursday, January 1, 2015

I HATE Norman

I bought Turn Here Rose because it had a Noble,  OK address,  zip code, and postal service. After I had already closed on the land I found out that I'm on the very edge of Norman city zones...
Did I mention I hate Norman?
I still don't have electric,  gas, water... And all because of stringent and unfuckin'reasonable codes. Like no metal siding allowed. On manufactured homes. Keep in mind this is an area that was completely destroyed by fire 2 years ago. Go figure.

So, January 1st, 2015 finds me in a mobile home, electric hooked up, but the electric company won't turn on the juice until the city clears the permit. Which they won't do until the building permit is cleared, and I still need to put skirting on the trailer, have an electrician wire the pump in,(which I've had wired in for over two months and using with my generator), porch rails and handrails on the little 4X4 porch I constructed,  and build another stairway on the back door which I can't even GET to on the outside.

I have my gas tank installed, but need to have my stove, furnace, and water heater converted from natural gas to propane. By a QUALIFIED heat and air tech, before they will hook it up.

So, I'm making progress. It's 9 degrees today, I have a small gas heater that will heat up the living room OR bedroom to a maximum of 55 degrees, using my generator to pull water as needed, have a camp stove
for cooking, a smoker to use as a makeshift oven, and a long way to go. Nevermind getting internet out here!

Keep the faith, friends! Happy New Year!!!


Thursday, December 11, 2014

I know, I know!

Sorry for no posts in so long.  Couldn't afford the payments on my cell phone,  so I'm using a fucking Trac phone for Petes sake. Now I can't even read my emails out on Turn Here Rose!

Had a lot of issues with the trailer,  including a broken frame that looked like it had been cut most of the way through.  But I actually ended up with a nicer one through the benevolence of local reader.  But more on that when I get the chance.

Electric pole goes in tomorrow,  and as soon as I can afford the electrician and materials,  I'll actually have light!  Gas for furnace and cooking/hot water gets put in on the 29th.

I miss all of you. Things are a little(?) tough still, and I never did get the AR-7 Jessie In DC offered me. So with no defense against predators,  I'll have to start the flock over this coming spring.

Pigs are doing well.  Had some piglets that I sold to make ends meet, and I think Momma might be pregnant again.  I'll know in a couple of months for sure.

Thank you sincerely for those of you who still send me encouragement. And special thanks to Burt. (You know who you are...)

Got to run, but wanted to let you know I'm still alive, this blog is still active, and I'll try to make one post every week from now on at least.

Love you, folks.  Keep your powder du!


Friday, October 10, 2014

I get so stressed out around here I don't realize how long it is between posts. So for what it's worth, I apologize for my lack of content.
This post isn't about Turn Here Rose. Waiting on permits and titles and movers and the "substructure" to be picked up, and living in a tent pitched about twenty feet in front of the pigs. I'll try to keep y'all up to date when shit changes.

I was talking to a friend a while back, trying to get him to visit sometime, and the subject got onto wine. He was telling me he had just opened a bottle, and was going to let it breathe for twenty minutes before imbibing. I just don't understand this. This wine has been sitting in an air tight bottle for who knows how long. And if THAT hasn't already killed it, isn't giving twenty minutes to breathe kind of instilling a false hope? After all, twenty minutes is only about half as long as it's going to take me to kill the bottle once and for all! And I don't know what he drinks, but when I have a bottle of wine, twenty minutes isn't so much a time frame as it is the vintage! Ripple, circa 9:15AM!

Probably going to have to let my guns go to the hock shop. If I ever get ahead, I can always replace my guns (maybe not the .22 derringer) but it's all about the trailer at this point. Priorities.

I've been trying to follow the news, but I only occasionally have access to the internet. Gotta say I'm worried about my friends in Texas. When the government says Ebola is nothing to worry about, I tend to REALLY get worried.
I haven't been able to follow the middle east bullshit, but don't imagine anything has improved. The economy sucks. Just in case you listen to the MSM and think everything is getting better...

Oh, and I have this really bloody mess across my nose where a tree branch broke off above me and scraped the skin off on its way past. Talk about REALLY looking like a broken down old bum now.
I just keep telling everyone I'm not homeless, just hopeless...
Still no clue about my court case. Think I'll call the DA office. My lawyer just tells me he's on it, and if he needs me, he'll let me know. He's an asshole, but by all I could find out, he's good enough to be any kind of ass he wants.
Typing this one letter at a time on my sis-in-laws kindle, so guess I'll quit while I still have a stub left of my finger.

Keep your powder dry, friends. I'll be back soon.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

To the III from the I

My deepest gratitude to all who have contributed to the cause of Turn Here Rose. Things are starting to look a little better, and hopefully I will soon be able to stop whining and get back to some real blogging.
Speaking of which, one of the things I miss most is being able to keep up with my favorite blogs, what's going on in the world, and how our country is (hopefully) resisting the tyranny of our own government. I REALLY need to keep in touch with the world, but between no good signal, hocked computer, POS phone just to be able to make calls and (kinda) check email once in awhile, I have a hard  time of it. Hell, some extremist beheaded a woman about 15 miles from my house, and I had to find out about it when my wife called from hearing about it at work!

Anyway, THANK YOU very much to these III percenters and just plain good folk who have helped me:

Rich R
Leonard A
Richard S
Ken McC
Thomas P
Patrick M
Bert M
Joe L
Elizabeth DeJ
David H
Stephen P

And ALWAYS to Hiswiserangel. Especially for "putting herself out there" for me. She's my Angel, to be sure!

An interesting aside: I was talking to my nephew, the cop, the other day, and he brought up my being arrested. Said if I ever learned not to be such a smartass, maybe I could stay out of trouble.
I told him if cops followed their oath, and upheld the Constitution, I wouldn't BE such a smartass.
His reply?
Oh fucking great. ANOTHER III percenter.

Amen to that. I am proud and humbled to be counted among your number. God bless America, and all she is.

Until next time folks, hopefully with a better update, and maybe try to find out whats going on in the world.... Keep your powder dry. (I may need the backup!)

PS: Hi Jim! Coming down soon?

Monday, September 29, 2014

'Nother update

I have taken pictures of the trailer, interior, exterior, amenities, and applied for a permit to place it on the land. Everything looks good at this point. The only thing I will have to do after its moved (the mover has to apply for that permit, and its in the cost of moving it) is get a permit to install 'tie-downs'. But that isn't that expensive, and I can get that permit myself, without having to go through some kind of 'professional' trailer tie-downer...

Still a long way from enough to move it, but my wife gets paid Friday, then again in two weeks, and if I can make an agreement with the mover, (fingers crossed), to pay him off over the next two months, I'm good. He's a 'good ol' boy', and a good friend of my nephew and older brother, so I'm hoping he'll go with it. Not saying I don't appreciate and could still desperately use a hand...

Speaking of which: I would like to thank Leslie A., and Terence M. for their contribution to my sorry ass. Sometimes I really can't stand my life, and all the choices that got me here, but it truly makes me feel blessed to know that there are people out there that care. And are willing to help.

Thank you all.


Saturday, September 27, 2014

Another day...

Woke up this morning! Most days I do that, I count as a plus...

I want to thank John B., Roger R., and Clifford S. for their help. It is greatly appreciated, and I'm trying to let any donations that come my way sit in my paypal account until I pay to move the trailer.
It helps if I can actually see the balance in a separate way than my dismal look at finances at my bank!

Truth be told, I'm a long way from the funds needed to get the trailer moved to Turn Here Rose, but at this point I can only trust in Divine intervention and, as Scarlett O'Hara would say: The kindness of strangers.

I miss doing my blog on a daily schedule, and appreciate all of you who have continued reading this drivel, even if it is of a more domestic nature than is my usual fare. I promise I'll get back to the grind as soon as I can, and when I can get internet out at my place. Right now, I'm on a POS phone that can't even LOAD my blog due to insufficient memory, and even reading my emails takes almost 20 minutes to load each one. Kinda feel like I'm back in the eighties...good old Commodore 64!

Well, I got to the library late, so I'm getting kicked off the computer so they can close.

Take care all, and thanks for everything you've been doing for me. You know who you are!

Til next time, Keep your powder dry.

(Here's how cut off I am from all things media related: Some sick assed muslim wannabe cut a woman's head off the other day, and I didn't hear about it until my wife came home from work and told me. And it happened in the next town over from where she works! Fucking extremists. Religion of peace my ass. More like religion of pieces!)

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Latest update in the ongoing saga of "Turn Here Rose"

I know. You've been holding your breath, right?

So, here's the latest rundown:  I went to court on Tuesday. Sat in the courtroom and noticed that a lot of the lawyers didn't show up until just before their clients cases were called. So I wasn't too worried that I didn't see my lawyer there. (Of course, they don't expect LAWYERS to waste an entire day sitting waiting for cases, they're apparently notified a bit before they have to be there!)

I sat and watched as person after person left the courtroom. Still no lawyer. Finally, it was just me, Rose, assorted courtroom flunkies, and the judge.
He looked at me and asked my name. When I told him, (still sweating that my lawyer hadn't shown) he informed me that my lawyer had met with the DA on Monday, and my case was being held up.

My lawyers office is right across the street from the courthouse, so I ambled over and nicely asked "WTF"?
I was told, rather bluntly, that I shouldn't have shown up since he hadn't called me.

Hmmmm... He could have informed me of this a little earlier.... Anyway, I asked when my case was scheduled for now, and he said he'd call 48 hours in advance.

So I actually have no clue what's happening with my case and am in limbo status UFN.

Now on to the house:

Had my initial inspection yesterday. Not good. The inspector showed up a few minutes earlier than the 'code enforcer' who had sent me the violation letter, and asked me if I could lock up my three little yapping dogs, because "Julia might be a little scared". (Julia is the code enforcer).
I gave it my best shot, but three little dogs, all faster than me, were impossible to corral in a dog kennel cage, so I ended up just telling them to shut the fuck up and left it at that.
About this time Julia showed up, got out of her truck, and started doting over my little mutts. Apparently it was the inspector who had no balls and was scared of my animals. Unwilling to admit that he was the pussy, but knowing 'I' knew it, he got out of his truck and the inspection began.
Apparently, EVERYTHING about my domicile makes it unlivable. Contrary to all evidence to the contrary, as I have BEEN living in it for a couple months.
End result: Vacate, or be found in violation of code restrictions, and fined and or jailed for non-compliance.

I actually asked Julia if I was breaking any 'laws' and she said no, but he could file charges against me on the code violations.

Now, I understand the purpose of code restrictions. If I have someone building my home, I'd like to rest assured that the house will stand longer than it takes for the check to clear. But I was under the mistaken impression I was a grown man and able to make my own decisions about my personal safety and what I consider adequate for my needs. (Besides, I've assisted in building enough houses to know what I'm doing, and this damn 'substructure' is more solid than anything the 'codes' require!)

So Its a no go on the building. However, they say when one door closes, another opens. In this case, it's thankfully true. My nephew clears out repossessed and abandoned properties, and he has been hired to clear some land in Dibble, OK. that has a mobile home on it. Almost all the windows are broken, and the family that lived there left it a cluttered, absolute mess. Some walls have holes in them, there is NO area more than a six inch square of the floor that is clear of debris, and the door jamb is broken. But structurally, its sound, and I can have it for the taking.
Unfortunately, it will cost me 1450.00 to get the damn thing blocked up to put an axle and wheels on, although the hitch is still attached, towed to my property, re-blocked to let the mover remove his axle and tires, and then have to do the leveling and repairs.

But its a damn sight better than trying to fix up the substructure to meet the un-meetable code inspectors expectations, and I plan to tell the city of Norman to kiss my scrawny ass. Not on the left cheek. Not on the right cheek. But smack dab center where I'm all puckered up and waiting. (I can't even keep the 'substructure' on the land without some major foundation work, due to it being over 400 square feet, so everything I've already invested in it is gone. I can't even use it for a fucking workshop!)

Its gonna be a close thing though. I have to come up with about a thousand dollars or so still. Thanks to trying to get this damn other building ready for inspection, and the trailer has to be off the property its on and moved by the 10th of October. Or it gets bulldozed with the rest of the property.

And finally: THANK YOU Wouter de W., Curtis C., and Terrence and Emily B. I truly appreciate your generosity, and will do my best to pay this forward if I can ever get the fucking city off my ass....

God bless all, and keep your powder dry. (I may need backup!)

Monday, September 22, 2014

Court tomorrow, inspection Wednesday

Get to go to court tomorrow. Hopefully all will go well with my "obstruction" charge, and I can move on to suing the shit out of the Cleveland County sherrifs department.

Wednesday I have code inspectors coming out to do a preliminary inspection of the 'substructure' I call home, and see if it can be made into a dwelling. Funny, I BEEN dwelling in it for two months!

I don't have the cash for the materials I need to get it up to snuff. There are windows that need framing, openings that I need to get window into, a clogged drain to the septic tank, and still no wiring inside.

Hopefully, this being a prelim inspection, they'll just tell me what I need to do, (like I don't know already!) and give me a permit to start the work.

There is one thing that is certain. I am NOT leaving my land. Not alive anyway.

And thanks to B and Wraith. Checks received and greatly appreciated!

Friday, September 19, 2014

a real quick thank you!

I only got a second or two before I have to go to my lawyers, but wanted to make sure I got this out:


John T.
  • Clare C.

  • Justin F
  • Carl D
  • Hillbilly Drilling
  • James M
  • John B
  • Robert H
  • Thomas P.