11 August 2010

nobody ooo'd and ahh'd over my new sweater

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I don't care if you don't like it! I think it rocks. I've been out lugging huge containers of distilled water into my house instead of groceries because I gained about five pounds while I was down dealing with all that insanity and, though most of them are off already, I'm going to lose a few more to give myself a little more wiggle room for future forays out into the world where it's too frickin' hard to control what goes in yer mouth.



  1. Hey,

    you've got my truck on your shirt!

    Not the ranger, my old '48 dodge pickemup. Bless her soul, had to lay her to rest long ago...

    She was fun, but ornery. Easily flooded with the hand choke, she sometimes refused to start until I got the turkey baster and cleaned out her intake manifold.

    Once I was by myself with a dead battery in a large parking lot. I set the hand choke, put her in first gear and then walking alongside with my hand pressing the clutch in, I began pushing her across the lot. Once I got her rolling I let the clutch out and she started right up. One thing I hadn't counted on was the fact that pulling out the choke knob also applied a small amount of throttle. Off she went with me running along side trying to keep up. I finally managed to get a hold of the door frame and with a move that would have made Roy Rodgers proud, I swung myself up onto the running board and jumped in in time to stop her from hitting anything.

    She had a bad habit of bringing her tail end up front when trying to stop fast on wet or icy pavement. I started keeping a load of split firewood in the back to mitigate the problem.

  2. Going to get a load of firewood one time we were going down a steep hill and hit black ice. At the bottom of the hill the road did a 90 degree turn to the right. Not a sweeping turn, more like an intersection, 5 mph turn on dry pavement.
    We began sliding out of control, I had the wheels turned fully to the right with no effect. Straight ahead was a 15 foot embankment dropping into a farm field. Just beyond the right hand shoulder, going around the turn, was an eight foot deep ditch full of snow. Convinced we were headed for the farm field we were quite surprised when the wheels hit the gravel on the top of the embankment. The truck did an immediate U-turn, shot back across the road straight into the ditch on the inside of the turn about 10 feet from the corner. The cab was completely buried in the snow and we had to roll down the windows and dig our way out.

    When the tow truck got there to pull us out the driver was dumbstruck as to how we could have ended up there since we were coming down the hill in the first place.

  3. Oh, you guys and yer turkey basters....

    It's never ceases to amaze me that you are still alive. Yer a KLUTZ and you have lived through too many disasters to count. Amazing.

  4. Did I ever tell you about the time I....

  5. Noooooo! Don't tell me! :o)

  6. Anonymous One8/11/10, 8:18 PM

    Luv your new roll neck sweater !

    You got my trailer on it ... It's a homemade
    (not by me) 55 Chevey pickup truck bed.

  7. I'd rather have the truck than the sweater, but, well... $$$$$$

  8. Brutal Truth8/19/10, 5:51 PM

    It's beautiful. What is that in the back of the truck? Celery? Or am I just stoned?

  9. It's a tree. It's supposed to be a Christmas sweater, but since I live in big timber country, it works year around.


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