Riding The Storm Out

Fucking weather. It's supposed to snow like a bitch around here in the next day or two, get down to 17 fucking degrees and then be all butterflies and honeysuckle.

I bailed out of the Weasel den, told my guy that has been living in a fucking shed and taking care of my cat to move his ass in so he doesn't freeze to fucking death, made sure there was propane, groceries, some beer and smokes and bailed the hell out to come see the sweetie and make sure everything is OK here.
 I drove through two snow squalls, a hail storm and sleet for twenty miles.

What ever is supposed to hit the Weasel Den should be three times as bad here.

I made her go to the store with me so we had enough to get by with for four days at a minimum.

Riding the storm out baby's.

It's Back

Blowing like a motherfucker again.
What the Fuck?  See that blue shit slamming into Washington state? That be me.

I got a glimpse of the weather pattern and it it is the classic, come from Wassilla by way of the Gulf of Alaska, do the counter clock wise twist and slam into the southern coast of Oregon and whistle your way up every ones ass past the Oregon coast and into the Willamette valley and straight up my fucking ass and past me to towards Seattle again. the classic cold weather storm in the Pacific North West.

 A Counter Clock Wise nasty fucking  cold front from Alaska that slams into the Oregon coast, where I grew up and back North again .
Oh hell yeah, we have the wind gusts again and it is going to get fucking cold again.

It ain't even winter yet and I am already freezing my as off.

Here KittyKitty.

So far,no precipitation. It is still nasty fucking shit.

So far, I have several blankets on me but I am fixing to ratchet the fucking heaters on in a second.

Cold can be subjective. Folks in Canada can either be huddled up inside or walking around in shorts, seriouisly,,
Folks in Florida can be laying around in skimpy bathing suits and ordering fruity cocktails.

Me? I am bundled up up in multiple blankets and still freezing my ass off because I am a skinny sonofabitch and it just got cold in here

Cold. The temperature has dropped twenty fucking degrees in the last two hours.

I don't give a shit what the weather man says, there is thing called Micro Climate.




I don't give a shit what the electric bill is going to be, I am turning the knob on the space heater

Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

Four mother fucking degrees?
Four.

What the fuck is this, Siberia?

That's the forcast for tonight.

It already snowed like a bitch all night and half the day.
The kid opened the door for about three seconds and a blast of frigid air came blowing in.
My little Willy went directly behind the front pocket of my jeans.

It is brutally fucking cold out side.

We lost power for a couple of hours last night and this joint only has electric baseboard heat.

Thankfully it didn't get uncomfortable before the lights came back on.

We would be huddled under blankets shivering our asses off if that happened again tonight.

This is threatening to fuck up our holiday traveling plans. Can't much go visiting relatives if ya can't get out of the fucking driveway.

Not much point in bitching about it anymore, it isn't going to change anything.

I'm going to go snugggle with the Nasty Girl, see ya's.

BTW, I have no god damn clue why this thing is High lighting and for the life of me, can't figure out how to make it stop.

Some Stupid Fuckers Need Their Asses Kicked

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

WELLINGTON, New Zealand – A crate of Scotch whisky that was trapped in Antarctic ice for a century was finally opened Friday — but the heritage dram won't be tasted by whiskey lovers because it's being preserved for its historical significance.


Let's get something straight right the fuck now.
The only reason God invented whiskey in the first place was to prevent the Irish from ruling the fucking world.

Nice strategy Big Guy, it seems to be working.
Now then, the only reason anyone makes whiskey is so YOU CAN FUCKING DRINK IT!!

But no.
Some ignorant fucking asshole decides that after they found a WHOLE CASE of hundred year old whiskey under a fucking porch in a place less than a thousand people go to, for a damn good reason, that it should be "tested" with a fucking needle through the cork, did I mention this is One Hundred Year Old Scotch?

Bring me that mans head.

Go read the whole article, I have been following this story like a welfare queen after a check.

Gimme.
What actually infuriates me, is that some tight assed mother fucker thinks that it is OK to put the shit BACK UNDER A PORCH IN ANTARCTICA!!
You fucking idiot sonofabitches!
Oh, it's for historical reasons.
That makes it all better.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

 I couldn't beat you senseless, apparently someone has already done that.


 Seriously, you are going to put a whole case of hunnerd year old whiskey back under a mother fucking porch in Antarctica and not give one fucking Big Wig who funded the research one single taste?
You need a severe beating.


Two things I did notice, that case of hundred year old Scotch only had eleven bottles in it, as they reported.
Not a full case where I come from. That would be twelve.

The other. the original recipe has been lost so they are going to try and replicate it.
I ain't going to live another hundred and fifty fucking years.

Open one of those sonsabitches right the fuck now, let someone enjoy a beautiful bottle of ancient Scotch, keep two for your scientific purposes, put some iced fucking tea in the rest of the bottles and THEN, put those back under the porch of a fucking shack out in the middle of nowhere in Antarctica.

Say Hi to the fucking penguins while yer there.

Idiots.

Ten

Degrees that is.
It's still frozen here. A bunch of the trucks at work are now in the shop defrosting. When it gets that kind of cold the air valves freeze up if there is one drop of moisture in the air system.
No rest fer the wicked. I am all kinds of busy this morning.
It is supposed to start warming up on Sunday.

My Buddy here has a friend who gave him some surplus Coast Guard insulated coveralls and one pair was too big for him.
Bright orange and very toasty, as a matter of fact I am sweating.
These things are the shit, I'm telling ya!