So It Begins

I got a bonus present for my birthday, another fucking cold.
I felt it coming on Sunday night and true to form, I am in bed today, hacking and coughing, tickle in the throat, my head is completely plugged up and I have a sinus headache just for fun.
I hit the Nyquil after I woke up this morning with all the above, plus my eyes were glued shut with crusty shit.

Yay.

I got up at noon and started to drive to work and stopped at the nearest convenience store to get some kind of cold remedy, oh fuck no.
By the time I got out of there, my head was pounding and I was sneezing and hacking constantly.

I am so sick of being sick!

I finally had some relief about an hour ago.
I spent some time on line looking at seed outfits, the garden bug is biting me too. I tried to order some on line but fer some damn reason, it wouldn't take my card even though there is enough mony to cover it easily. The damn thing has been giving me fits lately when I try to swipe it too. Fuck that noise.

I dragged my narrow ass out of bed and went three blocks down the road to the Feed Store and collected quite a variety of seeds for this coming Spring.

I also got a wild hair up my ass and bought 50 fucking pounds of something that I am going to have to get my shit together to process and store but hey,I got it out of the way at least.

While I was online earlier, I also surfed around a site called LocalHarvest Dot Org that you can use to look around anywhere in the country to find local farms and farmers markets and actually found a lady less than a mile from me who sells fresh eggs, the occasional chicken and manure to compost. Quite the score if she emails me back.
Check it out.

Anyway another round of uncontrollable hacking is upon me and I can feel a fever too. I am going to see if I can't burn this off.

Got seeds?
If not, they are forecasting shortages for some seed types, food shortages in general and who knows what the fuck else here in the near future. I don't need a tin foil hat, I don't trust these motherfuckers anyway.
Get off yer ass, I did.

I'm Still Kicking

Not very high but as Mark Twain once said, the reports of my demise are highly exaggerated.

Thanks for the concern and the advice.
No, I don't need go go pay a hundred and eighty five fucking dollars for my doc to confirm I have a fucking chest cold and tell me to go to bed and drink plenty of liquids, thank you very much.

I had a chest cold a couple of years ago that took damn near three months to get over.
I know what it is and it is another stubborn fucker just like that one.

Of course, it doesn't help that I don't take care of myself and get likkered up way too much.
Hey, it's my life and I do whatever I fucking well please, thank you again very fucking much.

Hugz and kisses to you all, now hand me the whiskey God dammit, or someone is going to get hurt.

Still Sick As A Dog

I have literally been in bed since Tuesday WITH THIS FUCKING CHEST COLD, I am hoping it isn't Pneumonia.
It keeps trying to turn into a head / chest cold.
I have been sleeping 16 to 18 hours a day, Nyquil is my friend.
That is the only way to get over these miserable sonsabitches, sleep through it while your body goes toe to toe with the bugs.

It will continue to be quiet around here until I start feeling halfway human again.

Something To Look Forward To

Like this could never happen in your neighborhood?


In Honduras, break in curfew allows residents to buy essentials.

For a few hours Wednesday, Honduras' political drama gave way to more important matters -- like buying groceries and filling gas tanks.

Streets in the capital, Tegucigalpa, were clogged with frantic shoppers after the country's interim rulers briefly lifted a nationwide curfew to let residents restock shelves. Meanwhile, the deposed president, Manuel Zelaya, remained hunkered in a foreign embassy.

It was the first chance for residents to get out since Monday, when Zelaya sneaked back into Honduras and the de facto government abruptly imposed the shutdown. The curfew was to resume later Wednesday.

"I haven't had food at home for three days because the curfew caught us by surprise. I have to get milk for my three children," said Mariega Garcia, a 40-year-old administrator.

Maria Cristina Juanes, a 41-year-old maid, waited in a long line in her impoverished neighborhood to buy milk and cheese. "We don't know what's going to happen," she said. "We only have God on our side."

The government lifted the curfew after a night of scattered clashes in Tegucigalpa. The confrontations left one man dead, authorities said, and a number of stores were looted or vandalized. Police arrested more than 100 people.

Sure it can, which is why everyone should have at least two weeks worth of food, water and essentials.

That being said, I have a confession to make.

I was doing fairly well with my preps until my neighbors started falling on hard times and I decided to help them out.
After a while I noticed who was and who wasn't trying to help themselves and shut it off.
In the mean time, I pretty well put myself back in a bad position, as I recently found out.

I have been sick for the last three days with what I can only describe as food poisoning.
Flat on my back when I wasn't retching, throwing up, sitting on the terlet at moments without a minutes warning and sleeping a great deal.

I finally felt better enough to try and hold something down and went looking.
Bad news Busted, ya gave most of it away.
I couldn't even find a can of chicken noodle soup OR a bottle of Seven Up.

That just changed everything.

I am going to get back on the ball and stock this place back up, ASAP.

The Dollar Store, here I come. That is the closest place that has the best deals, although I tend to keep my eye out for specials on other needs.
There will be nothing said to any neighbors, I will do it after dark and I WILL get this place back where it was and then some.

Let this be a lesson to the rest of ya.
It's OK to help someone in need, just not to the point it is detrimental to your own survival.
My bad, lesson learned.

Note to self, get some more Pepto Bismal.

Never Underestimate The Power Of People Thinking About You

I have been kind of out of sorts for the last couple of days, no posts.

I had one of those lovely little visits from some tiny little varmint that you can't see, smell or hear that causes one to wake up in the middle of the night with your asshole clenched as tight as the knees on a second chance virgin at an after hour party on Prom night.

Something about trying to describe ones self pissing out of their ass for twelve hours straight leaves something to be desired, so I just shut off the computer for posting.
I think you can understand.

Other than that, life goes on.
There must be another disturbance in the force going on too.
I just spent two hours on a Friday night doing dishes.
That ain't normal for me.
It's all good though.
A younger man I used to work with and has been through the wringer has just bought the used trailer from the neighbors who paid ten grand for the one with the garage in the back. It is not real big but he is glad to have his own place.He is going to be my brand new neighbor, that is way cool.
I am glad he got it and I am going to go through this place and try to hook him up with the extra cook ware and dishes and assorted extras I have.

Win, win.

My oldest friend is in the middle of getting foreclosed on, he needs some serious help.
Ya don't have to be religious for a bit of positive thought to do it's thing.

I pretty much believe that.

Anyway, sorry I was so absent, I just figured I would spare you the details of what was happening with my alimentary canal.

Bonus round, I get to look forward to a phone call at eight thirty tomorrow and get up, go load a broke down fucked up old Ford truck on a trailer, drag it twenty miles and dismantle the fucking thing in one day, all the way to the frame.

Yay.

I can use some of the parts for The Beast.

Prepper Kitty Sez,

I had a neighbor guy I work with fool around on a mini bike and wreck it and tore his knee all to hell, now he is going to have surgery and be off work for several months.

When I found out he was in the hospital I had his buddy and his kid come over to my place and I loaded them up with three handcart loads of goods. Food, powdered milk, toilet paper, all kinds of stuff so that his family had something to get by on until they got some other assistance.
Of course I will have to replace it all but at least I had it to give.

There is a hard to describe feeling of calm that comes over ya when you open up the pantry and it is full, when ya really need it.

Right now, I just got out of bed because the phone woke me up, I called in early this morning to work and told them I was staying home.

I really suffered with this head cold all night last night.Wicked sinus pressure, headache, stuffed up head and body aches. I have had this cold since last Thursday and it is kicking my ass.

I am going to try and break the fever later today.

Keep prepping, this economy is still FUBAR.

H/T Lolcats for the picture.

Uggh

Head colds suck major ass.
This is the third one so far this year.
I took a four hour nap at noon today and then took Granny shopping.
I made something to eat and have basically been sitting here vegging out, perusing other peoples sites.
Do some of them a favor and peruse the Blogroll until my head clears up enough for me to think.

Thud.

Fuck. Me.

I see antibiotics in my future.
This place might be pretty dead for a couple of days.

I Ain't Dead Yet.

Thanks fer covering my ass One Fly.

It is awesome to have a friend who will take an interest in your welfare, too bad our elected officials don't.

I am still working on getting better enough to vent my spleen again. it might be awhile.


I have a cat that ain't real happy right now too, but it seriously needed a fucking bath.

I have a ton of shit I need to get a pry bar after but today ain't the day.


I still have some healing to do.

Nice to see the pussy mother fuckers in the new Congress are all over repeating their ways.


Harry Reid needs to be put to pasture like a three legged goat with a Hard On.