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I curse and drink with the best of them. I'm blunt and honest and if you think that might offend you, too bad; don't read my entry. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** For those of you who are brave enough to continue: Thanks for stopping! Molly Jean   |
| I guess I've become accustomed to those nice November days. You know the ones, you go out in your t-shirt, bask in the sun for a good 8 hours then bundle yourself in 12 layers of clothes once it goes down. There was a blanket fog over everything this morning. Leaving only about a two foot layer underneath for you to make out where you were. We didn't sleep well either. I don't know if Gary didn't sleep well and it bothered me or if I didn't sleep well and kept him up. Either way I woke up with a sore neck and stiff joints. Hell, maybe that's just age. I have no idea. My uncle's father died last week. Nothing was particularly wrong with him, just old age. He was a wonderful man and will be missed greatly. It was neat seeing the pictures last night at the viewing, spanning over 90 years. How things have changed, cars, people, the way men wear their pants.  We watch A LOT of Andy Griffith. Love that show! Everything about it. The only bad thing that comes from it is wishing we had an Opie Taylor instead of the spawn of Satan we do. Just kidding, he's not that bad, but seeing Opie Taylor trying to throw a fit, and then watching our kid really throw one, makes you a bit wistful. Still listening to B104.7. It's the greatest radio station ever, they cover everything from the 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's. Every genre from every decade. It's great. You gotta love Steppenwolf followed up by the BeeGees. The edge of our house is as far as the station goes though. Can't pick it up in the truck unless you're heading northing toward Delaware, or West toward Columbus. Mom and Dad two houses down can't get it. It's been a life saver with all the long hours we put in finishing the house. Our neighbors have to think we're nuts because we're outside just shaking it down to the Hustle, any number of Berry White songs or singing Elvis at the top of our lungs "Another little baby's born in the ghetto *in the ghetto*" Yep, we're weird like that. Well, enough talking about all this work we've done to the house. How'd you like to see it? Take a gander.... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Pretty huh? Gary's been trying for 20 years to have a blue house and every shade he tried was wrong. There is a house just outside of Newark we drive by quite a bit and it's just beautiful. One day we went, knocked on their door and asked them what color their house was. Turns out the people that did the siding were good friends of Gary's so we got a killer deal on it. I like it, especially with all the white trim. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** We put some big floods on the side of the house so we can see what goes on in the field at night. We have deer that like to bed in the brush over there. We see their tracks in our yard and the driveway. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** My good looking husband finishing all the ladder work I just can't bring myself to do. He's about 10 foot off the ground there. I can't get past 6 with out getting all shakey. We have pictures of me hanging siding too but I can't find the card they're on. When I find them I'll post them. I still have to do more billing today and catch up Quickbooks, balance our check books and clean our bedroom. I walked in to the laundry room today to find my washer open, the dryer open along with the cabinet above it. Tyler gets so frustrated that we know every move he makes, but, give me a break. I can follow him around the house and tell you exactly what he's done because he leaves all the cabinets open when he gets in them and a swath of destruction about 3 foot wide where ever he walks. Speaking of walking, he sounds like a freaking dinosaur walking through the place. He can't sneak any where. It's not that parents, or mothers more likely, have eyes in the back of their head's, it's that the kids are so predictable it's silly. I can sit in the livingroom listen to him walk in the kitchen rummage around for things in the fridge then the cubbards and tell him "Shut the fridge and cubbards, and don't leave my skillets out in a mess, or covered in melty cheese." This is generally followed by a heavy sigh, "I'm not, you don't even know what I'm doing." "You're making grilled cheese. Clean up the crumbs on the counter and quit slathering the bread in 1/2 a tub of butter. You'll have a heart attack before you're 25." Another heavy sigh and grumbling. Hit it on the nose. And 9 times out of 10 I can tell you what that heathen is doing just by the sounds he's making. He's predictable and a slave to habit. He hates that we can predict him so well because he thinks he's so original and out there. He's not. He's a Rolex. Alright, well another day another blog entry. I got some writing out of me and I need to devote the rest of my time to making sure Chance and Georgia figure themselves out. Y'all have a good one and we'll see if I can keep this up for tomorrow too. |
| My last entry was over a year ago. So much for being a blogger huh? Lots has changed. We're working on the house. It's blue now. Really nice, thick white trim around the windows and doors, my mums like giant pin cushions in the beds in front. Gary and I finally got married. *twirls finger in air in celebration* People were always asking me if I was excited? Are you nervous? Aren't you ready to explode? No, I was ready for it to be over with, I'd run my self ragged planning the thing and tired of everyone bitching. I'm glad we did have a real wedding though. I loved every minute of it, and I'll be able to have those memories forever. But, to be honest life isn't much different now with a piece of paper saying we're legal than it was before. We were married, just not in the eyes of the great state of Ohio or God. But we are now and it's the same. We still fight over the same things, do the same stuff day after day. Still have great sex. The way all Gary's friends talked some steel door was going to slam shut in my twat the minute he put the ring on my finger. I still haven't heard a ear splitting, metalic clang down there. The minute it happens, I'll let you all know. Being married hasn't added that much class to me either, twat is still in my vocabulary, deal with it.  Here are some pics. Enjoy! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Not bad huh? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Aren't we so cute?  ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** My cousin Paul officiated and did an amazing job. To the right is Gary's Dad, he was his bestman. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** One of my (and Brooke's) favorites. We really were lucky with the weather and the leaves. It was a perfect fall wedding. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Can you tell we were finally relaxing? I'm bored off my ass though. Business is picking up and I have things to do for that. Filing, typing contracts and bills. I just don't have a set schedule. It's driving me bonkers. I've never been much of a morning person, I usually would get rolling around noon, get the things done I needed to get done and go to bed around midnight. Always been that way. I think that's why everyone percieves me as a bitch, because they're dealing with me before my nice alter ego wakes. Another reason I manage to hang in on those 24 hour days from plowing. I used to have a great trend. I'd get up around 7 or 8, drink my tea eat my breakfast and write until around 11 then shower and go to work. Now I really don't have to go to work, I can do it all here at home. That and I hate my office, I have one window that's only 2 foot wide and it opens up directly into the grill of my Jeep. Sure it's a decent view but not as good as the one out my front picture window. I've lost a lot of my ambition. Gary really doesn't want me to work. He doesn't like the idea of me around other men. I know, I know. He's a crack head but he's so much easier to deal with when I just let him have his way. He doesn't always get it, but there are just some battles you never pick. And that is one of them. Since we've met I've had probably 7 different jobs. Before him? Three, and one was a part timer that I was just using to get extra money, I still kept my regular job! I am a classic example of how a square peg doesn't fit in a round hole. He keeps wanting to throw me in an office. Making me do things I hate to do. Write fucking safety manuals for Christ sake. Where's the creativity? I am a Virgo, and I love stability and monotony as much as the next guy but I just can't take office politics and all the other bullshit that goes on daily in cubical hell. It's not how hard you work, or the person you are; it's who you're blowing and who's ass you can kiss the most. Merit has nothing to do with anything any more and it's frustrating. Anyway, today is the beginning of my new schedule I hope. I'm going to try and regain that stability that I need and get back to my mornings of bliss, and writing over a nice hot cup of tea. And maybe throwing a blog entry out there every once in a while. Snow season is on it's way. I smelled it the other day. That dry, sharp, bitter cold. I'm praying for lots of white stuff. |
| I'm so not a blogger. I just can't bring myself to write down the crap that happens in my life everyday. So here's the gist of what's been going on. About two weeks ago my sister in law calls me while we're out in Zanesville to inform me my brother has decided to have an affair and he's leaving her with their four children to go and fuck this gutter tramp. After I picked my jaw up off the floor, regained my wits I talked to her for a few minutes in absolute utter shock. In the end all I could do was appologize for what he'd done and wipe away a few tears. After the surprise and sadness wore off rage set in. I haven't talked to my brother since before that call and doubt if I will for a very long time. Apparently as I have learned today he hasn't been able to stand her for the past four years, yet lets count the kids. Hmmmm.....let's see....Danny is 5, he was almost present at the wedding, Kaity is 3, Emily just turned 2 and Alex was born in February. For some one that couldn't stand her he sure fucked her an aweful lot. I'm just pissed. I believe my father is instigating a lot of this and it just makes me livid. My father and I have had a strained relationship for years, my mother tells me it's because I can see right through him, and this is the breaking point. My brother's been staying with him while all of this has gone on, and I don't believe he's saying or doing what needs to be done or said. He's so worried about being knocked off that precious pedistal my brother holds him on. When I was 5 and my brother was 3 my mother decided she'd had enough of my father's affairs and told him she was done and wanted a divorce. My brother is doing the exact same thing, and Danny and Kaity are the exact same age we were. It boggles my mind. Not only has he ruined the lives of 6 people, he's alienated himself from his family for some cheap piece of ass and told his wife that this girl is everything that she isn't. I know my dad's down there just letting him do what he thinks he needs to do instead of beating him like the rented mule he's acting like. My mother refuses to speak to him, as do I and Gary (hubby) who has never really liked him anyway. I do, however, talk to Nancy (sis in law) almost daily to make sure she and the kids are doing well. Things were tight before he decided to go and fuck this tramp, things are going to be even worse now. I just don't understand why, i guess. Why would you torture your kids for a piece of ass? Nancy is handeling this very well. She's pissed as hell, and she has every right to be. She's called his little whore and told her off, and pretty much made her life miserable. I applaude her at every turn. I told her I'd beat the shit out of her if she wanted me too, she told me not to because "the bitch is mine." The kids already know there is something going on. Things are getting ugly at the house and he's threatening to file for custody of the kids and Nancy is scared that my father will help him make it happen. My father lives in a shit hole house that has greasy car parts all over it. There is no way they would let him have those kids. For one they'd never leave their mother, and two he can't stand to be around them for even a weekend with out them driving him crazy how does he think he's going to raise them on his own.I just don't understand why he thinks this is what he needs to do. I mean, has he done the math? Does he have any idea what he'll be paying out in child support for 4 kids plus alimony because he never wanted Nancy to work? She'll never have to work again! *Deep sigh* Christ, he's a fucking idiot. You're taught from the time you are old enough to understand english that you back your family no matter what. I'm finding it hard to back my gene pool at the moment. It sucks. I'm pissed and working on a good buzz so I can forget all about this and the way my kid has been acting and go to bed. The first day of school is tomorrow, I think that's why I can't sleep, something still left over from my youth i guess. Tyler starts 6th grade, I'm kinda excited about it. I'm starting in one of my moods again. I don't want to work, I don't want to do anything other than write and drown myself in really expensive scotch. Scotch is my mind blocker. The creativity bleeds through the insanity and I can function with out the stress again. Blessed relief from the real world, more legal than pot and not as permanent as death. A happy medium. |
| What is WIOD? Well it's a FABULOUS program sponsored by the National Wild Turkey Federation *quiet Brookie, I know I'm a Turkey! * called Women in the Outdoors. http://www.womenintheoutdoors.org/ <- a link for you! I had no idea this program even existed until my friend Elaine told me about it and invited me to attend one of the days of fun. For $50 you get to take your choice of 4 classes that range from outdoor cooking and camping to shot gun and archery. You get breakfast, lunch and door prizes. I bought three raffle tickets hoping that I'd win the .22 rifle or the hiking package but I didn't. I won the hunting package which was good for Elaine because there was tons of bow hunting stuff (she's a turkey hunter). *quiet brookie...I will look out * I took wine making, rapelling, orienteering and outdoor cooking. Wine making was cool. They tell you where you can get the kits and how to get started. It was about 8:30 on the morning and I was doing tastings so...well i took little sips because I was going to rappeling next. It was good though and we got to mix, then bottle and learned the steps and all the equipment we'd need to start making our own wine. Rappeling was great. Well it was after I got over being hoisted so far off the ground. Those of you who have read some of my previous blogs know I don't do heights. I know, why would I even think that rappeling had anything thing at all to do with heights? Idiot attack on my part, I saw it and said, "That sounds like fun, sign me up!" I show up to class and find Elaine hanging upside down 100 feet off the ground and my butt puckered up so tight I wasn't sure if I would ever beable to have a bowel movement ever again. Elaine had a blast, she's done this many time before with the scouts though so it's old hat. We get in our harnesses (which get pulled so tight my hip bones are bruised!) and watch the demonstration, as the guy goes up I find myself backing up, and backing up, and backing up. I keep telling myself it's so I can see what's going on, subconsciously, it's because I feel like I may vomit and banana just isn't that good the second time around. "Who's first?" Sure as hell it's not me. No way. Luckily there was a volunteer because I could see the guy looking right at me. Turns out I'm second. I get up there and tell Jon, the instructor, that I have a thing about heights, and my voice is cracking and I'm sure I'm about to blubber all over him like a little baby. So he talks to me while he ropes me up and it's not so bad. He may have thought he was distracting me, I was watching really close to make sure he weaving that rope the way he was supposed to so I wouldn't go plunging to my death. My first time up I only went maybe 10-15 feet. I came down fine, didn't cry or make a fool of myself so he asked if I wanted to go back up and go a little higher. I did, I'm already strapped in why the hell not. This time he wanted me to invert, which again made my butt pucker even tighter than before. I'm 20 feet off the ground and he wants me to come down head first. In the end I did it almost 7 times and the last time I made it all the way up to the highest rope. I was pretty proud of myself and so was Jon, he took a video of it, and will send it to me. I'll have pictures too soon. Next was Orienteering. Great fun, I've always loved maps and compasses so it was easy for me to understand. I've taken lots of geography classes and undertood terraine maps and directions and degrees. Learn my 100 ft paces and managed to walk the course really well. Outdoor cooking was great too. I learned how to cook in a dutch oven and the basics of camping (which I already knew) and fire starting. Made my own fire starter out of candle wax and saw dust. We made cookies and popcorn. I'm going to try and make biscuits and some dump cakes next time we're out. You can actually make roast and things in them also as long as you keep the coals hot. The rest of the weekend was spent with Father's day stuff, and that was cool because I got my day alone! We got Gary a recliner for Father's Day. He's been wanting one for a long time and was really surprised because he thought we were going to go and get him a new plasma TV. I have a feeling it's going to be the new family chair because it's soft and comfy. He also rearranged the furniture in the living room to make room for it, which I've been wanting to do for quite a while. Well kiddos, it's almost time for my day to be over. I'll have pictures up as soon as I can. It'll probably be a photoalbum titles Women in the Outdoors and I'll just keep the dates on the pics because I'll definately be going to more of these programs. It was definately the day I needed away and Elaine is always fun to hang out with, she's great. Everyone have a great day and I'll be back later to post links! Molls |
| Don't have much time. Reviewing and working and studying for my Pesticide license takes up a ton of time. check out my new photo album though
That's what we did on Sunday! Enjoy! |
| That's right! You heard me! Mother fuckers! and who are they, the people dictating our gas prices. I just filled my jeep up at $3.79 a gallon! WTF is that all about? How in the world are we supposed to run a business and a household when 1/3 of our income goes to fuel? I feel sorry for the people barely making it! I'm going to go back to riding horses....atleast all I have to do is turn them loose in the yard and let them graze for fuel. Fuckers.... Poor ol' Brooke got the brunt of it. I called her as I was pulling away from the pump...sorry girl....but you can't just let something like that go! You must vent and kick and punch shit! Ho-ly hell! Alright, enough of the talk that is going to secure me a spot directly in hell. Speaking of M-effers though, my hubby. Not that he is one, i suppose in a very technical sense he is  but he just has this look. I, just me Gary had a job meeting, went to Ty's Court of Honor a while back and met all the parents, the dad's the mom's and the inbetweens. They are all VERY nice people and welcomed us warmly. That weekend we drop Tyler off for a camp out. We talk to the troop leader, very nice man and then Gary props himself up against the trailer, crosses his arms and just kinda chills out. Gary just has a body language and look about him that is intimidating for some reason, I don't think he means to do it but who knows. He had on his hat and sunglasses and I'm standing next to him taking in the crowd and scenery. I see almost every scout dad that I've met start to head our way to say hello then stop, look at Gary, look back at me and then turn around and walk away. I felt so bad....so I told him to quit looking like such an M-effer and be nice.I think Elaine is coming in to visit today. I think....she finally moved out to her dad's in BFE and FINALLY has internet. so we can email back and forth. Everyone misses her a lot, the kids at scouts are always asking where she is and Tyler wants to know when she is coming to visit. Gary's taking Tyler to Trails West tonight to buy stuff for my Jeep. It's a 4x4 superstore out here in our little corner of Ohio. He's buying Mother's Day presents. We just got the suspension lift for it yesterday, and the 4" fender flares. We held them up though and think that we're gonna have to go 6" to cover the offset from my new wheels and tires. 33" tires with 15" x 8" wheels! *add redneck type hollar here* I can't wait! It's gonna look bad (and by bad I mean the good bad not the bad bad ). I know Brooke wants constant updates,....I'm thinking of making a scrap book of it all and if anyone is handing out upgrades I'd love to have a photo album of it on here! *hint hint* I have to get it undercoated and ready to go because we are going to be doing the lifting this weekend! Wooooooo hoooooooo! (I think that's my redneck type hollar right there! ) i will definately have pictures here for all to see and we'll be painting too. I'm thinking that I might have my grill poweder coated because of rock chips and the like but I won't match my paint.....we'll see. Decisions decisions!I finished my Holding Pond writing assignment yesterday Invalid Item  . I've been a whiner about it because I really didn't want to do it but it was fun and it's done and I'm glad. It might turn into a bigger story, you never know with those things. 759 words. it had to be over 500 and under a 1000 so I think I did alright. For those of you beginners out there The Holding Pond is a great place to start because it's a huge support group of talented individuals (such as myself ) that review your work and you have to participate or they kick your ass out!  ! I know! Alright, I have to go and earn my kid some more Webkinz dollars and go pick him up and there is filing that I have to do here too. I might do that while they're out shopping though. Everyone have a great day and until next time!!!!!!!!  Molls |
| Hello all my faithful blog junkies! Sorry it's been so long but there has been lots going on. We got our friend Elaine all moved in to the basement, she was content and pretty happy. Her dog wasn't but she was. During the three weeks she spent with us she started taking Ty to Boyscout meetings. She's been involved with scouting since her 21 year old son was in elementary school and is a committee chair. He is now registered and scouting his little tush off! Good news is that scouts are all about leadership and the other kids get to boss him around for a while until he gets older and then his patrol will be old enough for him to help run the meetings. We're just happy he's doing stuff with other kids. Oh and he's got a crush on the girl down the street. They both deny it like you wouldn't believe but it's totally cute. We got our personal injury case settled and got a large chunk of cash there. We're paying off bills and hopefully getting married and having kids. Yes FINALLY! After 6 years and him telling me that it will never happen, we have been making plans. We're shutting down our mowing devision of Tygar. Gary's taking it really hard. He feels like he's failed in some aspect. He hasn't though! We just can't compete with these guys that have a mower and a pickup truck. Our minimum is $30 a yard. We have people underbidding us everyday because it's their hobby and not their livelihood, or they use Mexicans that work for tacos. Yes that makes me sound like a terrible biggot but have them steal your business away from you and we'll see how sympathetic you are. (don't even get me started about people that wear their pants below their butt They'd probably shut my blog down if I went off on that tangent.) We're still going to be doing pavers and raised walls, bush hogging, and garden tilling, but the piddly shit we're just letting go. There's no money there. Gary's mom has been diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. They took out a lymph node last week and are biopsying it. I have to take her to Zangmeister for a three hour test today, Dad's gonna pick her up. They are saying that they caught it early and it's treatable but it doesn't look good. Well what the hell does that tell us?! We're just so used to her being sick I don't think that all this has sunk in. Gary's mom has had MS for decades now. There is always something wrong with her so I think we have just kinda dumped this into the pile with everything else and assumed she'll get through it like everything else. We should know more next week when they get the bone marrow scans done today. So it's been a precarious balance between good and bad lately. Kinda like the campfire I'm in. I play a genetically gene spliced rodent. I know sounds enthralling right? Well it is! Check out Brooklyn  's blog for a link to our characters. And Gary said my useless knowledge of cartoons would never get me any where! EVIL->alright kiddos. Well I'm out for now. I'll be back though. As soon as something happens again. I will try to keep everyone updated on gary's mom. Have a great day and *sings* let the sunshine! |
| Spring has finally swooped in I think. It's 65 and sunny today, rain tomorrow and the rest of the week is supposed to be in the 60's. Right now my kid is unloading the dishwasher and I can't imagine an atomic explosion being any louder. I haven't even finished my tea and he's ratteling the windows. We bought him new shoes last night because he's been wearing his boots all winter, and the gym teacher said if he didn't have sneakers by the spring he was going to fail gym. And lets face it, only prissy girls and rejects fail gym so we couldn't have that. He's wearing a size 7 in mens. You'd think he'd struck gold in our backyard the way he's carrying on about it. That's only 4 sizes smaller than dad folks. We had to buy him new jeans about a month back also, he's in a 14, and he's 11. We though 12 huskies would fit him fine, except that he's not huskey, he's a bean pole. 12 huskies have about 3 inches more waist. 14 regulars however fit him perfect except for the fact that he's not growing up. So we have about 3 inches of pant leg to deal with. By the time I was in 5th grade I was 5'5". I could wear my mother's clothes, had to shave my legs and it was necessary for me to wear a bra. I hated it. So in some sense I'm glad he's not going through that just yet. But then again being a boy and going through puberty is a whole lot easier than what we women had to deal with. I'm sure you all remember it, that first time Aunt Flow decided to make her unexpected visit. I was at my father's of all places. Luckily I had an older step sister to help me out, except for the fact she was 2 years older than me, in middle school and hadn't gotten hers yet. I cried, I bawled, I couldn't take it. I didn't want to be a woman, I didn't want to have that talk. I didn't care about makeup, boys or anything girly like that. I wanted to play soccer and climb trees. I didn't want to have to deal with maxi pads and midol and all the other shit that accompanies womanhood. What do men have to deal with? Maybe thier voice cracks? And they claim how incredibly embarrassing that is, but I can't image it's near as embarrassing as having a pad leak while your at school. So what they have to shave? Should we calculate surface area and compare? Because I'm sure again we'd come out with the bigger burden. Anyway. It's a beautiful day. Elaine is moving in today, so I have to have the house clean and ready to go. Tyler has new engines for his rockets so we are going to launch those later. He's got one that has LEDs in it so we're going to launch that one at night. It should be really cool. I have to finish up my story and get to cleaning folks. Have a great day and I'll be back as soon as I can! |
| I'm out of the newspaper business. Yup. Got laid off last monday, a blessing in disguise really. But my idiot of a boss did it in true passive agressive fashion telling me he'd be building the paper and if he needed me back he would call. He brought in another person that day to have them do it. I'm really tempted to call Job and Family Services and tell them about it. Occording to law he can't do that, he has to notify me first and offer me the job back before he can hire someone else. I'm really fighting my bitch impulse. I might just do it because he lied to me, just to fuck with him. Kymie misses me. I've talked to her a few times since then. So what is girl to do with two days a week free now? Work of her ever busy hubby of course. He's putting me on payroll finally. Now I'll be getting paid to do all those things I did before for free. $200 a week. Not bad when you were working for free before and you were only getting $150 before. Now we'll have some extra money for groceries and more importantly our house payment. Work is coming in quickly. Our partner is in DC this week with his parents so we don't have many job meetings but the ones we've had all want to sign. This crappy housing market has been a blessing for us, because rather than selling their houses, people are fixing them up and staying. We just did a bid for two attorneys. They're budget is $45K for just the kitchen! They are starting the glorious task of pothole fixing here in Ohio now. Rt. 40, Main St. to the locals is the biggest cluster fuck I've ever seen. I want to run the workers over as they fill them because all they do is dump hot asphalt in the hole and roll on. I have all kinds of tar and shit all over my Jeep. It'll take me three days with tar remover to clean it up. It's on my windshield, my fender flares, my bumpers, my running boards. If I find it inside I'm going to get it detailed and send ODOT the bill. It's three guys. One holding a shovel the others lending moral support I suppose. They dump it in the hole, look at it and move on to the next one. It wouldn't be so bad if it was just a few every couple hundred feet, but this road needs replaced. A little bit of history here. Rt. 40, especially our stretch, is the original National Rd. The first one to span the entire country. Bits and pieces have been replaced, some of them rerouted to preserve the road, but ours is just built right on top of the old one. There are canyons in this road, and they are just filling them, then leaving them to the cars to pack them in. I don't understand what would be so hard about tamping it in, even just a little bit so it doesn't get thrown all over the cars that travel the road. I've been finding creative ways of avoiding it, unfortunately I can't completely because our business sits right on it. I'll try and get pictures of the disgusting state of this road. In places it looks like a patchwork quilt where they have just laid new patches of asphalt in areas that are the worst. Well enough ranting for now. Next time I'm sure I'll get into the bridge transitions in this state. I haven't been over a smooth one yet. The drop is enough to fracture your spine if you don't have good shocks. Well you all enjoy yourselves and I'll be back soon! Have a great day! |
| It's almost 4 am. Snow started falling yesterday around 8 am, didn't stop until 4pm today. That's over 24 hours of snow. Lots and lots and lots of snow. I haven't seen snow like this in 12 years, let alone all the storms that used to pass through when I was a kid. This was a monumental snow. We put in an 18 hour day yesterday. It wasn't so bad yesterday, we were just trying to make sure we didn't have 2 feet of snow to plow through today. Over night this system dropped 10 inches of snow! TEN INCHES! Plus high winds that just made the drifting worse. Our roof is shot on this house. It was put on in the 80's and they used staples back then. Great time saver, shitty in the long run. The staples have rusted through now whole 10' x 10' sheets of shingles are starting to lift up. One by one we pick them up in the yard after wind storms, it's become Tyler and mine's favorite past time. We pick them all up, put them in a pile and present a very tired, very over worked Gary with them. He rolls his eyes, and get up off the couch, puts his pants back on (I'll address this one in a minute), grabs the gallon of tar roofing sealer and heads up top (because me on a roof is just not going to happen. Heights and I don't mix, I get shakey and completely mental. As if some huge gust of wind is going to blow me over the edge, or some twist of fate is going to make me go slidding or trip over the roof line and send me hurling to my death. Too say the least I am affraid of heights.) to seal any exposed plywood. I diligently hold the ladder for this operation and bite my nails because not only am I affraid of heights enough for myself, I am affraid enough for everyone else on this planet. Today though, there was enough snow on the roof that the shingles were protected. On with the show. TEN INCHES OF SNOW! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I hope you all notice the roof of the house in the upper right corner of this picture. that is what we were plowing through. Yesterday Big Blue's tranny went out. Lost reverse like we did last year for some reason. We really needed a 3/4 ton truck for this. My little Jeep is great for these 3" snow falls we get all the time but this 10" shit kills it. And it takes forEVER with a 6' blade. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. When I'm a passenger it puts me to sleep. We have the 1 ton dually but it's 2 wheel drive and got stuck going up a hill into a parking lot. It was Gary, Mark (our labor), me and Tyler. Dually is stuck, I wish I had a picture of this truck because it really is a beast, and we are trying to push it up this hill. Me, all 150 lbs of my scrawny ass self, Mark, I think he might be 100 soaking wet, and the boy, 11 years old, skinny himself. So we grunt, we push, we fall in the street on the ice and the whole time there are three guys and two girls standing across the street just taking it all in. Finally fed up with the fact that the three skinny asses pushing the damn truck are getting no where I look at our audience and ask "So, how long are you gonna watch us?" I didn't wait for a reaction because I was too busy doing something they had only heard about, Work. Mark said they all sat there kinda offended then realised it was some skinny ass dude, a girl and a little boy pushing that big damn truck and they finally decided to help. Guy #1 is about 400 pounds, a fat ass to be truthful. Guy #2 about 6'2 atleast a good 250. Guy number #3 was built like a pro football player, 6'5 everybit of 300 lbs, and you could tell he was solid muscle. Then the two chubby girls. Fat ass the football guy and chubby girls all jump in bed of truck, passer bys, scrawny ass labor, me and boy all push. Finally the truck goes up the hill. I thanked everyone profusely and was very nice since they decided interupt their snow play and help. Kinda pissed me off that I had to say something though. 1/2 hour later Gary high centers the Jeep in a snow bank he was pushing through. We dig that out. 6 hours later we leave campus and head to Elford, our next account. They blow a fuse and the plow lights go out. Replace fuse continue to ploe. The A selinoid goes out on the dually. Blade won't go down. Can't push snow with a blade that won't go down. So we march on with my little yeep. Yes, my little 4L inline 6 bulldozer saved the day, until my blade quit working. Something happened to the control module and we can't move the blade. Stuck in up position. Can't push snow with a blade that won't go down. Frustrated, tired, cold and wet Gary grumbles something about heading to the shop. Dually is fixed in a matter of minutes, my blade is a whole nother story as it's electrical and we don't have a repair manual for it. If anyone here knows anything about SnowWays please email me or IM me or something. Thanks. So here I am now 4:30am putting the kid to bed, rambling on about a hard physical day of work and scrambling to find a way to fix my damn blade so we can finish our jobs. But hey, you guys got a good show and a picture. I'll try to post ones of our front porch. The snow is up to Tyler's waist. Atleast 3 feet deep. We're going to make a snow fort if we ever stop working. Have a great night everyone, well morning I guess. I"m going to finish my searches and head to bed and wait on hubby, who will probably show up around 10 this morning. I completely forgot to come back to the fact that my hubby drops his pants as soon as he walks through the door. I really don't know why this happens. I think it has something to do with being self employed, because he never did it when he worked for someone else. It just happened on day. He came in through the garage, took off his boots came through the dining room stood in the livingroom took of his pants and parked his ass on the couch in the boxer briefs. How do you react to this? It's become a nightly ritual now. I can't say that I'm complaining or anything, other then the boy is starting to do it, and the fact that he's getting a little too old (if you know what I mean) to be walking around the house in his tighty whities, is just a disturbing thought to both Gary and I. The kid showed me his nut hairs the other day. Just whipped them out and showed them to me. He has no shame. . He's gonna be hairy like his dad, I can tell already. Poor kid. Primates are going to mistake him at the zoo, I just know it.I"m getting tired and slap happy, you guys don't want to hear bout my kid's nut hairs. I gotta go to bed. Later! |
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