IT NEVER FUCKING ENDS!

This is AFTER a run to the dump, yarding a crap load of shit out of the garage to get access to the furnace because the damn circulation fan quit and now I gotta make a phone call, weed whacking a bunch of shit, getting the leaf blower out and blowing huge piles of crap up and The Wifely Unit’s Niece and her boyfriend coming over to help do a shit load of yardwork for some extra money today.

After I hauled that shit off I came back and started filling the back of it up again with a bunch of scrap metal shit that came from her parents house yesterday courtesy of her fucking sisters.

Then I had to put all kinds of shit away before I could come in and eat something and take a break.

There truly is no rest for the wicked.

I still have shit to do yet today before I am done.

27 thoughts on “IT NEVER FUCKING ENDS!

  1. The Lord put you on this earth to accomplish a specific number of things.

    Right now, you are so far behind you will never be allowed to die.

    Welcome to Hell, my friend.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Sorry Bro, no one should have to work that hard. I paid some young-guns to pull all the masonite paneling and insulation out of our “finished” basement after Detroit Sewer and Water turned off the pumps during a deluge. I’m too old (nd fat) to work as hard as you do, I am always impressed at your work level

    Liked by 1 person

  3. One of the nice things about where I live. I can just grind shit like that up with the mower and be done with it. Big shit goes on the brush pile. Haven’t raked a yard in almost 16 years. Just the way I like it.

    Well, I see my stickers, but have yet to see where the Blue Oval ended up. 😛

    Leigh
    Whitehall, NY

    Liked by 1 person

  4. You must have become Catholic, you have given up beer, given up sex. You are paying penitents for some unholy crap you pulled as a youth, am I too far off the mark Phil? You just plain work too flucking hard. I know shit has to be done, but you keeling over with a Cardio vascular incident or exhaustion and what will Death, egorr, Sandy, Greg, Johno, Grog and all of the rest of us gonna do? I have now completed another orbit around the 3rd rock from Sol…

    Like

  5. One of the things I enjoy most about where live is our ability to have outdoor fires. I have a campfire ring out in the yard that serves two purposes. Burning all my brush and yard trimmings and sitting around at night with some friends and a refreshing beverage which is when truth tends to come out of people. I look at people and ask myself whether I would want them at my campfire and if you’re ever in North Texas stop by.

    Also – Confirmed but lapsed Catholic here who wore the school uniform. I’ll say this – I give those Nuns credit for just about every good decision I ever made. The way they live in your head is unbelievable.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Husband has a friend that’s 92 – met him at work. The man served in the marine Corp, the army, and finally in the national guard until his forced retirement in his eighties. Was a surgeon in Viet Nam and was deployed multiple times to the Middle East. He did pre- deployment physicals for several years prior to retirement but was hoping to deploy again. My husband takes him fishing and hunting on a regular basis and the man drives 1.5 to 2 hours to meet up. His philosophy in life is, don’t stop moving cause you will develop rust and grow moss, so keep moving. I think you will live longer than you think Phil, cause you keep moving.

    And dammit, I’d be bored without you!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Great Googlymoogli Nanuk! How a pissin’-n-moanin’ blogpost can bring about the most fascinating comment threads. I had no idea I was cavorting with this many lapsed Catholics. Always said I can do nothing about the facts of history, but I have vivid memories of the penguins with their rulers the size of baseball bats. We debated for years about whether or not they had real hair under all that black-n-white. What cured me of the affliction was four years at a Catholic University. Never did set foot in the campus chapel though.
    Hang in there Phil; you’ll muddle through somehow. As the old saying has it, It’s always darkest before it goes completely black.

    Liked by 1 person

    • In the 4th grade at good old St. Charles Catholic school over on 42nd and Killingsworth in NE Portland, some kid’s Dad was a Contractor and he brought in cases of Fold Up Yardsticks that were Tri Color. Each segment was either Neon Pink, Hi Vis Orange or High Vis Green. The teachers lambed on to those fuckers and used those to rap our knuckles with. One whack with those flimsy bastards slapping together on the back of your hand immediately got your attention.

      Like

      • I dated a girl that use to go there at St. Charles. I believe she got me to go to a Mass one time… The priest kept pushing me to become Catholic. No doing, I was a Congregationalist and we don’t don’t stray…

        Like

Pansies, Trolls and Liberals are urged to flee this place.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s