Monday, April 24, 2017

Well, Yesterday Was Fun


After I woke up, I grabbed some coffee and went out back to have a smoke to have a minute to clear the cobwebs.

As I'm standing there in the drizzle vacantly staring around I looked over and see there is a section of fence down.

Regular readers will be able to fill in the blanks of what came out of my mouth at that point.

So I wander over and take a look and sure as shit, one of the fence posts has sheared off underneath ground level and the wind had pulled that section out of the little sheet metal clips they use these days to hold all that shit together.

I went back in the house to inform the Wifely Unit and got a bunch of reasons why it wasn't our problem because we rent the place.

Yeah, right, whatever, the fence needs to be fixed dear.

As I was about to walk next door to introduce myself to the neighbors and discuss what the plan of attack was going to be, I heard some banging coming from the back yard.
The neighbor was already out there and was trying to put up some kind of tore up, funky plastic mesh to deter his dog from escaping.

I introduced myself and we started discussing what needed to be done.
He is a very nice guy, about my age and size large.

Probably six foot five and two thirty.
He also works twelve hours shifts, three on, four off, four on, three off.

So I tell him that I will go get some lumber and he says he will start digging out the old fence post.
I went ahead and bought the concrete and clips along with the lumber. I'm thinking he wants to replace a bunch of the Cedar fence boards, that will be on him.


He tells me he knows there is concrete around the bottom.

Come to find out, that was an understatement.

An hour later, after digging, prying and digging some more, it was still in the ground and not budging.

Fuck you I says to myself, you are coming out of the ground.

I will win.

I went in the garage and got that little folding engine hoist I bought last Summer from Harbor Freight and drug it out there.
We set it up so that it straddled the hole and wrapped a nylon strap around the sonofabitch in a choker.

I maxed the poor little thing out pulling on it and the post STILL wouldn't budge!
More digging, more prying and more pulling.
It took almost another hour before we got that fucker out of the ground. Then I saw why.



When they were building the fence, they brought in a Bobcat skid steer with an auger attachment on it.
The post hole was four fucking feet deep.

After we wrestled the damn thing into the wheel barrow, we agreed to come back this weekend to finish it up because we both had to work later.

Then I went in the house for a couple of hours before going to work, for another twelve hour shift.........

I am going in a bit later for another twelve hours and tomorrow too.
Until we get this big project done.
I'm hoping Wednesday will do it, if not maybe Thursday.
Then I get a short turnaround.
Get home at six thirty, seven in the morning and then have to turn around and be back at two thirty in the afternoon.

My back is killing me already from yesterday, I can't wait for the rest of the week to be over so I can go fence building on Saturday.



Sunday, April 23, 2017

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Do I Have A Treat For You Guys.

At some point while you are watching this, you are just going to say DAMN! to yourself under your breath.

For those of you who have been around a while, you just may remember Johnny Winter, older brother of arguably better known Edgar Winter.

John Dawson Winter III (February 23, 1944 – July 16, 2014), known as Johnny Winter, was an American musician, singer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and producer. Best known for his high-energy blues-rock albums and live performances in the late 1960s and 1970s, Winter also produced three Grammy Award-winning albums for blues singer and guitarist Muddy Waters. After his time with Waters, Winter recorded several Grammy-nominated blues albums. In 1988, he was inducted into the Blues Foundation Hall of Fame and in 2003, he was ranked 63rd in Rolling Stone magazine's list of the "100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time".[1]

For those of you who are too young and unfortunate enough to have never heard of ol' Johnny, here is one that you won't forget.


This is ass kickin' music.

You can thank me in the comments.

Crank this shit up.


For Earth Day, You're Hiding Stuff In There And We Want It.

Fuck you tree huggin' Greeny bastards.

Trump Administration Hammering "Sanctuary Cities" Left And Right

Good.
I saw this move coming months ago.
These fucking Mayors seem to think they are pretty big fish in a little pond.

What was that, you wanted some Federal money for your infrastructure?
How about no, does that work for you?
Do we have your attention now?

You can either quit harboring people who are in this country illegally and keep getting some of that sweet Federal money or you can try and keep them and fuck the fuck off.

Your choice there pal.

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