I’d like to think not.

The Good Lord provides.

Of course Irish is going to be laughing his ass off because he was absolutely right on the money the other day but I’d still like to think somebody upstairs is trying to look out for my tired old ass.

I have actually been kind of wanting one of these for a while now but after the last two days of yard work kicking my ass, I was really wanting one.

I just never said anything.

As Fate would have it, while I was hauling my Sister In Law’s patio furniture to her new place, I drove right by an Estate Sale.

Yeah yeah, I know.

There was rusty old shit out in a field right in front of it so I knew there was some kind of treasure there calling my name. After I dropped her shit off, I hauled ass back to the nearest ATM, grabbed some cash and hauled ass back, it was almost 5:00 in the afternoon and I figured I would be cutting it close.

As soon as I pulled into the long driveway I knew I had struck gold. There were several rusty old riding lawn mowers lined up against a fence.

I parked, jumped out and walked right past my treasure but not without scoping it hard on my way by.

First I had to see what else they had.

Oh yeah, some old guy just like me must have passed away and there was rusty old shit all over the damn place.

I could have dumped a paycheck there no problem.

It took some serious ass self restraint but I wound up with an old Huot drill index with some drill bits in it, a small Rigid pipe vise and this little diamond in the rough,


Yeah, it’s old and fucked up.

IMG_20190615_175234¬†I’m going to have to patch some rusted out sheet metal.


I also could’t begin to hazard a guess as to the last time the thing actually ran, I don’t even know if it will turn over.

I also have no idea what condition the chipper section is in.


But I do know I certainly could have used the sonofabitch the last two days in a row and it would have saved me fifty dollars in recycling fees alone.

I hauled all 3 items off for forty dollars.

They wanted $35 for the shredder, $7 for the drills and only $4 for the pipe vise. It needs an upper jaw.

I am already out of room for all this crap and the Wifely Unit is completely in the dark about this one so far.

You know the old saying about it being easier to ask for forgiveness sometimes….

I’m going to drag the old, really fucked up Walk Behind tractor out of the shed, dismantle the damn thing and get rid of anything I can’t find a hole to stuff it in. I will be keeping the gear box for sure. That’s just to make room for the David Bradley tractor. All the implements are a whole ‘nuther issue.

Yeah, I’m an incurable Pack Rat, I know.

I also know that if I can get this fucking thing running and working that it will pay for itself over and over again.

It would be REALLY interesting if I could find a way to mount the prick on the front of the David Bradley and use it’s motor to power it but that would be quite a feat.


Why Nature Is Known As A Female Entity

Because even though there is no denying the beauty,


There is that inevitable trail of debris that seems to come with it.


Eleven fucking bags of leaves from those three trees.

Not just any leaves either. Big, heavy, leathery paper leaves, with scads of pods as big as hand grenades all over the place.

The Yard Debris container is completely full of trimmed branches and I have already made one trip to the recycling outfit with a bed full of trimmings.

My back, is fucking killing me.

The Wifely Unit keeps nagging at me that I am doing too much, that we should just leave the fuckers but they drive me crazy and piss off everybody around me because the wind blows them fuckers all over the damn neighborhood.

They literally create drifts next to the curb in front of the place.

It looks like shit compared to all the manicured lawns these compulsive assholes maintain around here and it drives me up the wall looking at it every damn day.

I have been working my ass off lately and putting in lots of overtime and now I get to do this bullshit on my day off. Double triple bonus round, her sisters are moving in together and now one of them wants me to haul some fucking patio furniture.

At the very least, they are both smart enough to hire some movers this time because I am just getting too damn old and my back can’t take that shit anymore.

Don’t even fucking ask me to haul furniture anymore.

Head Scratcher

First thing that came to mind was WTF?

The second thing was, WHY?

The third thing was, WTF do you use it for?


If it’s supposed to be for camping then someone needs to make a shit load of curtains.

When You’ve Had Enough

had enough

There about forty cops visible in this picture.

They are spraying water and chemicals against one guy pushing on a barricade fence.

That one guy don’t give a flying fuck either, he’s pissed off.

Comes the day a couple hundred thousand guys just like him show up in one place?

You won’t be seeing those cops for long.

When the consent to be governed is abused to the point that happens and said consent is rescinded en masse, the police are going to be irrelevant.

They know this.

They live in constant fear as it is.

For good reasons.

The time to choose sides has come and gone.

They chose poorly.