You do? So sorry. It's my damn blog and I'm going to bitch.
I'm in a foul mood. Downright nasty. I'm tired of winter, tired of snow, tired of digging out, unsticking stuck cars, failing oil furnaces, digging out the furnace repairman's truck, wondering how/when I'll get back to Arlington to pick up all the things I need for a Tuxedo function Saturday night, tired of looking through these infernal contacts all day long 'cause I broke my glasses and the other pair is in Arlington. I'm sick and tired of looking out the window and seeing all the beautiful snow and realizing that it is really just a gorgeous, natural prison--and with ANOTHER foot coming tonight, my sentence just got longer.
Most of all though, I'm just plain tired of hearing the phrases "global climate change" and "global warming." My ass.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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pish posh!
It could be worse. Just imagine if you had someone like Nancy Pelosi as Speaker of the House and Harry Reid as Senate Majority Leader. Now THAT would be unbearable! And to make you really appreciate your snow-covered good fortune, imagine how much it would suck if you had a President at the same time who was just as liberal as those two. Sometimes you just have to imagine really, REALLY awful possibilities to appreciate just how good you actually have it.
Hey, at least Carolina sucks this year! Don't get to say that during basketball season very often (one might argue that Carolina always sucks but wins anyway). Now all we need's a good earthquake in Blacksburg and all will be right with the world.
Ok, gotta go dig out the truck. Dad heats with wood and the old curmudgeon informs me he's almost out. Time to hook the splitter back onto the tractor.
John S - How long would it take to drive that thing up here to the Eastern Shore? Funny thing, my splitting maul has gotten progressively less efficient over the last 10 years. It used to have no problem splitting a cord but it seems to give out after just a few logs these days. Cheap tools.
You are allowed to bitch as often as needed. Don't hold it in, it'll kill you. But don't go postal either!
Not quite the country gentleman, eh?
Of course he's a tad miffed Mr. Goldstein; he's had to muck his own stalls.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
any cheese with that Whine?
Hey, where's that Yankee stick-to-it-tive-ness. Look at it this way, it's the price you pay for living in some of the most beautiful places on Earth; like Camden NJ, Baltimore, MD and Columbia Heights, right in our Nation's Capital, Washington, DC (I get teary eyed just thinking about it). So cheer up.
Hey Hammer, don't make fun of Camden. It's on the comeback. Oh wait a second, that's right, that's what we've been told for 50 years!
Plus, it's one of three places that when the Good Lord gives NJ an enema, He sticks it. Trenton and Newark are the other two.
Hey Doc I was posted at Ft. Monmouth in Joysie while they tried to educate my country-ass, tobacco picking, redneck self and teach me how to fix Raytheon multiplexers and Collins MW radios. They were moderately successful.
But I loved NJ. It was full of working class girls who thought my accent was "cute", tried to suck my tonsils out of my head and thought their panties were a terrible nuisance. Plus I loved the food; pizza, subs, pastrami...it was like going to another planet.
"Panties were a terrible nuisance"
Classic.
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