~ Have a Great Weekend ~

Playtime ;-)

THAT, Would be Awesome !!

Gotta LOVE Bacon

Happy Canada Day !!

Just playin' ;-)

 

Btw, that last pic is off a t-shirt @ the duty free shop. Stopped in last week as I drove through the border. You know, your border officers can be a pain sometimes, took a whole lotta convincing for them to believe me that I was going back to Canada (sometime)...

Sheesh :P

À La Belle Étoile...

Bonne Nuit ;-)

...is Paved with Corruption

Ain't No Foolin' a Good Dog

They now... ;-)

Counting Down The Days...

Seems Legit

Would You Drive it As is?

Fuck Yeah !!!

Missed a Few?

This Ain't No Canadian Maple

Just got back from a little nature walk.

I'm not holding it close to the camera, it's actually on my laptop. Freakin' thing is almost 12 inches from the tip to the end of the stem. Y'all have mutant trees out here ;-)

Bye Bye Great White North !!!

Woohoo !!!

Almost ready to hit the road...

But first, I feel like gloating a little...

This "contracting" business was new territory for me, 

but I did it, up to this point anyways.

Got all my ducks lined up and ready to go,

for a post-vacation build.

See you in a few days...

when I land, that is ;-)

Happy Father's Day !!

To all the Dads out there

who take being a parent to heart <3

I would add "Protector" to that list.

And to the special Dads who can't be

with their loved ones today...

And a little extra something for the ones

who love their 4 legged babies...

I know a few ;-)

~ Y'all have a Great Father's Day !! ~

More Father's Day...

One of My Favorites

I Call Bullshit !!!

So many moving parts to this thing we call LIFE.  Mine has changed in more ways then I can count over the past couple years. Whether that be my blog, my personal life, or my work. I'm not wanting to go in much detail about these changes on this post, I mostly wanna bring up a specific Clusterfuck I've had to deal with this week....

I guess a little buildup is still needed... Most of you know I have my own little Woodlot since March 2015, and that I have done some work on it before last winter set in.  I haven't shared many specific, my apologies for that, I hope to rectify that in the near future. Movin' on...

I Can See Your Ass From Here....

~ It's My Life ~

Dog Diary ~ vs ~ Cat Diary

The Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity...

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

Thanks Angry for the link ;-)

A Lesson From History

Snatched this post from @SonofLiberty357  Twitter feed ;-)

~ Remembering D-Day : JUNE 6, 1944 ~