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!

Xenolith

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.

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?

'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.


Xeno

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!)

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.
Badly.
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!)

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!

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:


THANK YOU,

John T.

Clare C.

Justin F

Carl D

Hillbilly Drilling

James M

John B

Robert H

Thomas P.

My Humble Thanks

I would like to thank my blog friends, and I won't list them by name as I would hate to leave one out, (You know who you are!) who have mentioned my straits on their own blogs. God bless each of you.


And I would like to thank the people who have responded. There haven't been a great deal, but I'm not complaining. Every dime that you generous few have sent me has gone a long way to keeping me going. I had one lady from the United Kingdom donate some 'pounds' to me. That was a first for me, and also greatly appreciated.


Here's a quick update on Turn Here Rose: My pot-bellied sow had her get the other day. TEN of the little runts. We lost one, but the other nine are doing well. In about six weeks I can start selling them off and make a couple of bucks that way. Six weeks is a bit of a stretch, but thanks to you folks out there, it looks like I just might make it.


Now if I could only get the code inspectors off my ass and figure out how to get this 'substructure' up to "their" standards...

My bad...

I'm NOT done!


First let me say Thank You to Robert H. and Highlander. The money you sent is truly appreciated. Even if I get only five dollars, that can sometimes (like lately!) mean the difference between my wife getting to work or not for a couple more days. I am grateful. Deeply.


Now for the rest of the story....




I've had a lot of support from you folks out there.
I get scared sometimes, and overwhelmed. Most of us do whether we will admit it or not.
When I see the woman who means everything to me turn away so I don't have to see her tears when I come in the 'substructure' we call our home, I feel inadequate.


I put a lot of that frustration into this blog the other day when I didn't see a whole lot of options, and I was ready to give up. But, I'm trying to work with the bureaucrats here and make this thing work.




One of my readers asked how much it would take to get moving forward.
I apparently misunderstood the question, thinking any day I wake up above ground and make it through until night WAS moving forward!
So I erroneously ass\u\me\d he meant how much I would need to get to a point where I could start to get AHEAD!


So with all due diligence, I wasted an extra hour of our taxpayer money having a bureaucratic flunkie go over EVERYTHING required in a "Section 2: Rural Agricultural Land: Single Family Dwelling. Then I went to Lowe's and priced materials. Then I called THREE licensed electricians, THREE licensed plumbers, and THREE licensed carpenters for estimates on a 10 minute look-see on work that I would perform.


Now, I don't want to sound ungrateful, and I truly do appreciate any help I get. But the question of what it would take to move forward came with a caveat: "This time with a plan."




Again, I erroneously ass\u\me\d I'd HAD a plan the first time.


My 'plan' was to perform hard work in constant pain and 'make a life in the wilderness'.




Was I naïve? Yep.
Did I get shafted? Yep.
Was it MY fault? Yep, yep, and YEP.




I allowed myself to chase my one dream.
And I'd put my faith in a system that I inherently KNEW was flawed.


The American Spirit that will always breathe in MY soul is what allowed this country to be born.
Our forefathers moved west and did indeed 'make a life in the wilderness'. (Of course, all THEY had to deal with were a plethora of savage beasts and hostile former tenants. I have to deal with CODE INSPECTORS!)




Okay. I screwed up. Everybody happy now?




But I have to blame some of this (a small portion at least) on life itself. Tactics only work until contact with the enemy, and plans only work until contact with reality.
I didn't 'plan' to have a hurricane take everything I own and leave me with little recourse but to relocate to Oklahoma. I don't even particularly LIKE Oklahoma...
I didn't 'plan' to be shot.
I didn't 'plan' to be out of work and worthless for two years.


I didn't 'plan' a lot of the shit "life" has thrown at me. Nor a lot of the opportunities "life" has given me.


So if you have a question, ask. I will do my damnedest to give you a full and honest answer. If you don't want the answer, don't ask the question.


If you wish to give me charity, I will humbly accept and offer my heartfelt gratitude.


What few shreds of my dignity and pride I have left, however, I will hold on to until the bitter end.
And I'm afraid I will still take (most) people at face value until I have been burned. Its my nature, reinforced by my wife's undying belief that there is good in all, and I doubt I would care to live in a world where there were no trust-worthy people.


If you feel your charity will be squandered, or expect me to change who I inherently AM, or require me to accept criticism and give up what's left of my shattered pride in order to get by, I am sorry. I cannot.


'Life' can take my so-called "substructure". Take the land its on too.
I've lost literally everything I owned except my clothes not once, but THREE times in my life due to shit I not only didn't, but couldn't, plan for.


Take it all. I'll start over and once more come out better than I was before.
Because I was wrong about one more thing: I'm NOT done!


My bad....

Reply to 'Getting my ass kicked' comments:

To Gregg: Tried that route. Norman still requires certification of 'code' for ANY type of "manufactured home".

To "B": Honestly, I'm pretty much screwed. But if you want a breakdown, I went to the permit department this morning to find out what I need to get done. Here's the breakdown [after I ran to Lowe's and got some cost estimates]:
Heating (woodstove setup) 600.00
Sheet rock 120.00
Temp electric pole 200.00
Window (1 req'd in bdrm) 100.00
Fixtures Kitchen sink, bathroom sink, shower stall, toilet, water heater 1250.00
Insulation 210.00
Replace septic pipe 120.00
Plumbing 280.00
Electric 370.00
Framing studs 45.00
Well (ctrl box, press. tank, 1"pipe to house, Conduit for wiring) 350.00
Permits and 'licensed' professionals to sign off on plumbing, electric, and structure, low estimate is 150.00 each, or 450.00

Basically, a hair over 5000.00. And that's not counting all the miscellaneous fittings, screws, nails, glues, mortars, and inevitable errors.

Ain't life grand? I figured I had most of this taken care of buying this particular building. Now I'm having to pay half again what the building cost me in the first place. And because I DID buy this particular building, I can't afford to pay to RE-do everything to make it livable, permits, sign-offs, and still eat, get Rose to work (including extra mileage for missing the driveway), feed my stock, and everything else with basic everyday living...

Seems if I stand still, they kick me. If I run, they just bite me in the ass...


(But trust me, all the moral support I've received is TRULY appreciated from all of you!)

Guess my ass is finally kicked. I just don't have any fight left in me.

The journey had to end sometime I guess. Most things usually do.


Bought land with 2 wells and septic. Can't use either one worth a fuck until I get electric.


Electric company won't put in permanent connection until a building is on site.


Bought a building fully wired, insulated, paneled, and even has an attic for all my extra shit.


Life is good, right?


Well, not so much. The building can't be hooked to electric due to the wiring being well pump wire, and not up to code for a family dwelling. So I tore out all the paneling, all the insulation, (which my dogs have subsequently destroyed,) removed all the non-code wiring, and bought a 4000W generator to give me access to electric until I can afford to rewire the whole damned place.


Bought a couple of pigs, sow is ready to birth any day now. Bought a goat to help clear the brush and weeds. Bought chickens for eggs, geese for an alarm system, and ducks because fuck it, I LIKE ducks.


Came home from my brother's house last week, and the generator I had chained to a defunct telephone pole was gone. Somebody cut through the chain. All my dogs were in the house, and wouldn't come out until I went in and got them, so as they are all friendly dogs, I don't know what the fuck was done to scare them so bad.


All my chickens are gone. Raccoons and a skunk. One of my ducks is gone, and my geese don't do me a fuck lot of good if I ain't home to hear them honking.


And today. Today I got a notice I am in non-compliance with the single family dwelling codes, and am required to vacate within the next 29 days, and cease 'dwelling' on the property until I build or buy a compliant domicile. Apparently, even if I put in electric, plumbing, walls, and all the bullshit amenities of a "house", this building is classed as an 'out building' and cannot be upgraded to a 'dwelling unit'.


So fuck it. I quit.


I got Cleveland county sherrifs arresting me for walking down the street I live on. I have land I can't live on and nowhere else to go. All my money is wrapped up in this place already, so can't do anything more. Gonna give the goat to my brother, and if he can't take them, I'll sell the pigs cheap to find them a good home.


Rose has been crying all day. I don't know what to say to make her feel it will be okay, because I don't know how to make this okay. I've run out of time, money, options, and faith.


I don't know when I will be able to post again. Or if. Apparently I can live in my car in the State Park if I pay for the electric hookup to be turned on. At least the water is free. But I can't live in a waterproof building on my own land.


I'll still check my email. And look for comments here. But don't know when I can post again.


Guess I'm done, folks. I tried.
Love ya'll. Bless those who have been my staunch supporters through all this.


Bye.

Boring Update. Please stand by...

Things are becoming almost normal. Not that I'm advancing from my status of primitive living, but it seems I'm acclimating to my situation.


Raccoons have gotten three of my chickens, leaving me one hen and three roosters. In order to give the poor girl a rest, I have caged two of the roosters, and had one for dinner last night. For those of you not familiar with free range chickens, they are much 'tougher' than that crap you buy in the store; they actually use their muscles running around and chasing bugs and stuff...


A skunk has been stealing my eggs. And my dogs have stopped 'protecting' the henhouse since one got sprayed. I had to tie the poor mutt out under a tree a LONG way from the house and downwind for over a week...


Water procurement has gotten a little easier. I steal it from the state park! It's only six miles away, and they have a spigot right past the gate. Its amazing how many five gallon jugs (my wife gets them from work; cooking oil containers) I can fit in the back of a Saturn!


I have hooked up a couple of small solar panels I had almost forgotten I had to charge a 12V marine battery, and I can run a small (six inch) fan on both sides of the bed during the night so sleeping is no longer an issue waking up to a pillow that feels like a waterlogged shredded wheat cereal and a sheet that you can ring out.


Got my camp stove for cooking. I know, I'm lazy. And ask Your Crazy Uncle Bubba about my fire-making skills! (NOT!)


Tarp keeps tearing in the Oklahoma winds, and I keep putting in new grommets and putting it back up.


Life sucks, but it beats the alternative. Still waiting on Sep 23rd to go to court over my 'obstruction' charge. I'll let ya'll know how that turns out, unless I'm in jail, in which case Rose will update ya!


Take care. PLEASE keep commenting, it makes this a lot easier knowing you're out there.


Bless everyone of ya.


Xeno

I'm still alive! (sorry!)

Things are almost starting to feel "normal" living out here. After so long with so little, things are tending to become routine. Get up, feed the animals, check my list of things to do (all three pages), see if I can get any of them done, or at least start on a couple or so, cut some firewood, (its gonna suck this winter as it is, I don't want to have to go out and cut wood every day!)


Still stay in touch with Jim, the reader that helped me out with the move. Called him last night, he ragged on me about my fire making skills (okay, so I couldn't get the damn fire started worth a shit when he and Uncle Bubba came to help me move. I was rushing it, and you just can't do that with a fire!).
I always like shooting the shit with him. He and I are a lot alike, and he's got some good insight into life in general, and prepping, too. He's older than me, which makes him REALLY old, and has been through a lot. Talking with him now and then helps keep me focused on what I'm really trying to accomplish here. Says he'll come down and visit again sometime, and I gotta say I look forward to his visit. I need to prove that I really CAN start a fire....


Can't keep up with the blogs like I used to read everyday. Jim filled me in on Uncle Bubba's doin's. Sorry to hear about the shit your dealing with Uncle Bubba. My thoughts are with you. Sometimes with all the crap in my current situation, I tend to get shortsighted when it comes to the plights that others go through. (And my big brother lent me his Ryobi 18volt set, so don't sweat the drill.) Take care of yourself first and foremost my friend. Besides, its almost as much a pain to recharge the batteries as to just use my manual drill. And I've still got your hand truck, if you happen to get up this way, I'd love to get together again.


Okay. So now I've used this blog as a way to get some words out to my friends out there, and let ya'll know a bit about what's going on with me. Not a whole lot new, just hoping things start to come together before the weather starts to change, though I wouldn't mind it a LITTLE cooler around here!


I'll try to come up with something interesting soon instead of the drivel I've been publishing lately, but using a Library computer, I have to behave myself. Which SUCKS!


Til next time, folks. Keep on doing whatever the fuck it is you're doing, and keep your powder dry!


Xeno

Nothing new

But I had to come to the library to check some finances on their computers, so I figured I might as well drop a line and say hi!


Thanks, Brian in Florida for the support. Its always good to know there are folks out there who read this and actually care.


Thanks also, Hiswiserangel, for donating to the cause. Still love ya!


And now a brief update:


Have had two chickens and a duck killed in the last week. Surprisingly, (or not) this is happening in concurrence with the land just east of me being bought and the new owner razing it down to the dirt from the wild landscape it was.
Not only does it ruin my view by replacing it with a large expanse of bulldozed dirt, but all the critters that lived there, PLUS the predators that preyed on them, at least the ones the dozer didn't destroy, are now moving to my land. I don't mind the critters, but can do without the predators eating my livestock!


The building I eventually plan to move into is still bare, but I've stored a bunch of my stuff I won't be needing in the 'attic', and have reduced the pile in front of the place to a smaller mess.


Pigs are still going strong, and Mama Pig should be popping out the youngun's any day now.


Lost a rabbit to snakebite, now I need to get another buck for breeding the two does I have left.


Other than that. Its HOT.


Gotta love country livin'!


Until next time I get to the library, stay safe all!


Xeno

okay, enough whining

Let me preface this by saying I don't cry. Ever. But I came close today. Stupid wind knocked the tarp down last night, and Rose had to go to work, so it was up to me to fix it. Which I did. And no sooner did I get one side or corner up and another fell. After the third time, I just sat down and wanted to cry REALLY bad. Was just about at the end of my rope, and tired of pulling water by hand, no electric and having to do everything with this fucked up shoulder.


But ya know what? Fuck it!


Got up, put on my big boy pants, and put the damn thing up so it ain't never coming down. Took most of the day, and two pain pills, but its done.


Things could be worse, I'm just tired and frustrated, but I'll try not to put it on here anymore.


Someday, I will have my computer back, and service in my area. Promise.


Until then, stay safe all, and keep on doing what ya gotta do.

Living under a tarp sucks!~

Well, this shit is REALLY getting old. Every time I turn around, someone else seems to want to take a piece out of my ass!
I know I've been asking for help a bit much lately, but between getting royally screwed by the company that sold me a "ready to move in" building that turned into a pig in a poke, being arrested for standing up for my 4th amendment rights, my wife's pay now being garnished for debts incurred during my convalescence after my injury, and all the other crap that piles up from not having electricity to keep food, run lights (and having to constantly buy more batteries!), and legal fees, I've just about had it. I am frustrated with everything and ready to just tell the mortgage company and the building company to take their shit back and just give up.
I started a Gofundme.com page if anyone gives a shit. http://www.gofundme.com/de0tis
And I'm at the fucking library again, so no girlie pics. And I haven't been online enough to look at any of the sites I normally frequent, so this is about it.


Take care all my friends. I'll be back when I can.

Gotta be nice here....

I'm at the Noble, OK library, so I have to keep this clean (damn it!).
A lot has been happening here. Got arrested, then talked to a civil rights attorney, who told me he doesn't do criminal cases, so I should talk to this other lawyer he recommended.


Got an appointment to talk to this other lawyer, and he said basically I could plead guilty, and the judge would probably dismiss my case, or take it all the way and go for a jury trial.


I said I'd rather go to trial than admit to any wrong doing on my part, and he said it would cost me $5000.00 for him to take it to trial. That's FIVE THOUSAND folks!


He was recommended to me because he absolutely HATES the military force and I am God attitude of the cops, especially the Cleveland County sheriff's office. And he thinks I have a good case with the first lawyer to sue the shit out of them, so he offered to take it to trial PRO BONO!


Of course, once I get the criminal charge done with, then sue the shit out of them, he WOULD like me to remember him and give him a small percent. Which I probably would have done anyway.


Not all III percenters stand their ground. Some defend those of us who do!


Anyway, I got a new phone number, starts with 405-501-xxxx.
Angel; email me! Yer still my galpal! Robert, now that I'm in the build up stage, could REALLY use that item. tvrspecialist, let me know what's up!


Love all you guys and gals who are still following this crap and have been loyally waiting for more news from yours truly, but its all work, work, work, hurt, hurt, hurt.


Still trying to find a way to connect out at Turn Here Rose, and can't wait to get back on schedule.


(Oh, and Phil? Feel free to rack up some bust points on me. When I get back, yer gonna need 'em!)

Had to go to the doc, figured I'd blog

Pictures are still a bit hard to get on here with this phone,  but a LOT has been going on!
The pre-wired building I bought was wired with well pump wire,  which isn't shielded,  so I can't get a permit for the electric company to run a meter to it. I'm in a major fight with the company I bought it from, as I now have to buy all new wire,  run it, buy all new insulation,  and either paneling or sheet rock. I paid extra for THIS building because it was 'move in' ready!
My neighbor,  who I actually thought would be pretty cool turns out to be a yuppie (do people still use the term yuppie? ) and actually called the cops and told them I had abandoned my dogs to get them to come see that I'm basically still living under a tarp and sleeping in a corner of the house on a mattress on the floor.
What was interesting is how cool the cop was. Because right after he showed up, two more showed up behind him. The first cop and I had been talking already,  and he'd basically said,  "fuck it. It's the country and dogs will roam,  right?"
So he told the next TWO cops that showed that I was fine,  and not breaking any laws.  It's not illegal to camp out in your front yard in Oklahoma.  He further went on to tell them I had a well, a generator,  and listed the animals I keep,  and that I had plenty of feed for them...
Turns out this wasn't his first visit! He'd come by the day before and gone through all my shit!  I didn't make too big a deal out of it, but I did politely ask him to stay the hell off my property unless he was invited or had a warrant...
And two days ago, I hitched into town with a neighbor for a pack of smokes (so much for quitting...) and started walking towards home figuring Rose would pick me up as she should be just about getting off work.
Instead,  I heard a car coming up behind me, turned and saw the lights on top, and knowing my wife doesn't drive a cop car,  I turned and continued my stroll.
Sure as shit,  the cop pulled up, and asked me what I was doing.  I told him taking a walk. He asked where I was coming from, and I told him 'back that way'. He asked where I was going, and I told him 'up that way'. He asked if I had any ID and I told him yes, but not on me. He asked my name, and I asked HIM if I was being detained? He said 'maybe', so I asked him what I was being suspected of.  He said some houses in the area had been robbed recently. I told him that's nice, and continued on my way. He apparently felt I was being disrespectful,  because he turned on his lights and told me to put my hands on the hood of his car after I had gone maybe thirty feet and he'd had time to call for back up...
I informed him I had an injury to my right shoulder,  and couldn't put it up on the hood as he'd requested.  So like any good cop, he GRABBED me by the right arm,  and tried to put it behind my back!
This tore something in my shoulder, and when I yelled,  he let go.
Now I not only am in absolute agony, I'm PISSED !
So here comes another cop, who the first said was his supervisor,  and so when he walked up, before I could explain myself,  HE'S on my right arm. Agony again, and when he realizes my arm is physically not capable of going behind my back, let's go.
I pulled out my phone as another cop showed up, and told them the next fucking pig that touched my right arm could kiss my ass. They had had no reason to detain me, as I was walking down a public street, and had the right to travel unimpeded.
The THIRD cop grabbed my right arm, asked sarcastically if I thought I was some kind of lawyer,  tried to shove it around behind me, and when it wouldn't go, through me into the side of a cruiser and told me to stop resisting! (I wasn't resisting,  I was busy recording! )
Long story short,  I was arrested for 'obstructing an officer during an investigation'.
The next day, when I got out on my own recognizance,  I found that my video had been deleted.  And I know this,  as the stupid idiot when he deleted it, accidently took a four second video of himself,  time stamped while I was in cuffs in the back of a cop car!
Seems to me the Supreme Court recently passed something or other about this being against the 4th Amendment.
So I'm now looking for a lawyer who will take my case against violations of my 4th amendment rights and illegally stopping me in the first place.

PS: Just got done with the doc. Tendinitis from the stress on my implant and possible tearing.  She's scheduling CT scan. ..

I'm still alive (mostly...) And a long overdue Xenobabes edition!

Sorry for the lack of posts,  dear readers. Seems like every day is more overwhelming than the last out on Turn Here Rose.
Each day has hit me with its own new roadblocks,  and I haven't gotten in to town much,  and when I do, it's a quick run and back or to the farm.
But I'm still alive and therefore so is this blog.  I promise as soon as I can,  I'll get back to working on this blog again.
Until then,  thanks for stopping by!

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. 

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.

XenoBabes

WTF?

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!)

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.

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

XenoBabes

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.
So...

Turn Here Rose (took four hours to create this damn post. ..)

They delivered my building on Tuesday, (Pictures to follow) and of course it turns out I screwed myself again. After it was set in place, I called the electric company, and they set up an appointment to 'stake'the spot where they are going to put the pole. Now I've been using a small generator for my electrical needs rather than purchase all the materials needed for a temporary post,  because I was informed by the technician that I could get a permanent pole installed once I had a building on the property.

So I stayed out there on Tuesday for the building,  then on Wednesday for the electrician.  Three digit degree heat,  no a/c, and sleeping in the ground or hard floor.

Then the tech tells me on Wednesday that as soon asi geta permit for the building,  since it's already wired for electric,  he'll schedule the pole installation. And of course,  I have to pull all the insulation so the permit inspector can verify the wiring meets code. 

However,  if I opt to put in a temp pole (at my expense) I can get a permit for twenty bucks and they only inspect the pole. So after all this, I'm back at square one, but spent the money I would have used to buy materials for the temp setup on the wired,  insulated building.  Being a landowner has its moments, huh? FUCK!

Also,  on Monday I picked up a brush mower. Got a couple pictures of that too.

And now,  without further ado:

Building front. You can see through to the hole in the back wall.

The interior has been partitioned with a small room in front, and this section as the main space. And yes, I have an attic.  Frankly,  I'd rather have the headroom, but it is what it is. I can always keep Rose up there when she gets senile. ..

Left wall of front entryway. 

View into interior from the hole cut in the wall and they removed the AC unit.

Not much air circulation inside,  so I put my tarp shelter up in front. Still sleep out here, too.

My. .. ahem... Not in the house yet, for reasons that should be rather self evident

My shower. That hole in back came in handy.  As did the two by four I used for checking level.

Picture of my weed eater. Yes,  he's in a plastic tub in the back seat of my car. A needless precaution,  as he was quite the gentleman (gentlegoat?) and didn't crap until I took him out of the car.

Off the job! Lazy little shit spent most of the evening under my chair, where I could just reach to occasionally scratch his crown.

Right side of front entry.  Washer and dryer will be going here.

Told the idiot towing the building that I hadn't done much more than weed whacked the tall grass. He ran over a piece of rebar with his front tire. Poor schmuck.

Well,  that's it for my farm report.  Only took me about four hours on this damn phone! I'll try to get more posts out,  but at this rate, don't expect miracles! 

My Very First Post. One year ago..

Today is the first anniversary of beginning this blog. So far, it has been a lot more work than I thought it would be, reading the blithe, always interesting, and so easily written articles of Wirecutter, Hiswiserangel, and Phil (aka Bustednuckles). You folks led me right into this shit with your silver fingered segues from reality into the blogosphere! May your genitals be inflicted with the fleas of a thousand camels!

What follows was my original and first ever post, with some notes in red where something may have gone awry or changed a bit:

Saturday, July 13, 2013

The voices in my head...

...told me I should start a blog of my own after following others for quite awhile now. I got a screwed up shoulder, so I gotta type one handed. (Kinda like a prostitute, we're both Hunt 'n peckers...) So if I type too slow for ya, too bad. (Hand works better, and I use it mostly for the mouse on my lap rather than the keyboard, but the shoulder will never work again!)
This is going to be a conservative, anti-big government kinda thing with random thoughts thrown in for good measure. (And nekkid wimmen, lots and lots of nekkid wimmen!) Just starting up, so don't expect glorious stuff right off the bat, but I'll do my best to keep it interesting enuff to come back to once in a while. (Hopefully I have lived up to this goal. Not always easy, and sometimes just wanna quit, but it has all been worthwhile in the long run!)
Gotta git wif some of my blogfriends out there and figure out the whole "link to my site" thing so I can get their blogs listed. (Obviously figured it out, and my bloglist has grown considerably. Many more being added than taken off when they stopped posting.)
I am pro everything. Period. (No change. Do what you gotta do! Just don't try to make me do it with you. Of course, if you ask real nice, there's always a chance...)
More a Libertarian than a Conservative (I think). Libertarian sounds less opinionated anyway, and more "Leave me the fuck alone-ish". (Decided Constitutionalist was the word I was looking for!)  I care about very few people, and like it that way.(Most of THOSE are reading this...) I DON'T care about some ragheaded fucker in some country ending in -istan blowing up his fellow countryman. And although its probably not politically correct, I don't care about all those folks in Newtown either. Yes, I do feel bad for what they have to go through, and wouldn't wish that on anyone, but I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. And if the poor sheeple bleeding hearts who parade devastated families like that around for their own agenda think taking guns away from honest, law abiding citizens is the way to FIX this, all I can say is: BULLSHIT. (Well, that's not ALL I can say, but it does sum it up fairly well....)

Gonna go play around and see how to link some sites to this thing, and let my blogfriends know I aspire to be just like them. (only better looking...) (Managed to figure out how most of this shit works. Still can't figure out how to get a simple mp3 file to load into a post without a whole damned video, but other than that... I hope you have enjoyed my little road trip down the information highway over the past 12 months, and I won't guarantee that I won't get dejected when y'all read my shit and no one comments, but I'll still keep plugging away. Thank you to all my readers and especially to my mentors and friends. You know who you are.)
 Xeno out.

 

MS 13

Can somebody PLEASE tell me the difference between the Mexican gang MS13 and Al Quaeda?
 Besides the fact that we are bringing MS 13 into America. Hmmm, a group of militant thugs who use torture, intimidation, and violence to gain their objectives. About the only difference I see is location.

Terrorists. Coming to your town through the auspicious actions of your federal government!

Temporarily out of my head...

...and can't hear the voices!


First, a great big Thank You to Hiswiserangel for posting on my behalf! I am currently behind the eightball (again, what else is new?), and am having to post this from an older iphone. Busted my newer phone on some bricks, and even insured it will cost $175.00 to replace it.
I'm spending most of my time on the farm, trying to get shit going, and have run into some government crap policies that are causing me physical and financial problems. I had to pawn some items to keep electric on in town, and as I really don't own a lot of pawnable shit, my computers and guns were the first prisoners of war.
Not looking for help here, I'll get through this. Just letting you know that with no internet out there, and having to use my POS phone in town, my blog is going to have to be put (mostly) on hold.


Sorry folks. I'm trying...

Politically UNcorrect

Steve is out at the farm tonight getting ready for the cabin to be delivered tomorrow. I told him I would do his post for him. Have a great day.