Mr. Bush!

Well the power finally came back on around 4:30 yesterday.  5 days of stress and gas.....money that is.  I spent part of the day gathering wood.  Nothing much going on.  
Ever since the holiday season started I have been singing the Grinch song in my head.  I love it.  It's so catchy.  
I got to thinking we all should do our own Grinch song.  So I did.
I urge you to try it as well!  Of course I had to trade Bushman for Bush but you get the point! 
I was going to have Mike Rowe or James Earl Jones sing it for you but they're not returning my calls so I guess I'll have to do it.  Mind you I can't sing but seriously the song explains who I am so you'll understand why I chose to sing it anyways!

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Click here to hear me sing it if you dare!
Mr. Bush

You're a weird one, Mr. Bush
You really are a whack,
You're dimwitted and befuddled, you act like you smoke crack, 
Mr. Bush,
You're a crazy Mr. Potato head with an eye for smile left rotting in the sack!

You're a goofy one, Mr. Bush,
Your heart is on parole,
Your brain is full of nonsense, you have laughter in your soul, Mr. Bush,
No one understands you so crawl back in your hole!

You're a smart ass, Mr. Bush,
You have a smirk in your smile,
You have all the comic genius of a stomach full of bile, Mr. Bush,
Given a choice between the two of I'd take the stomach full of bile!

You're unpredictable, Mr. Bush,
You're the king of public farts,
Your conscience is a chalkboard with many erasable parts, Mr. Bush,
You're a uncontrollable, emotional freakazoid with a personality that people just can't comprehend!

You overwhelm me, Mr. Bush,
Without a doubt you are a hoot.
You're a smelly, dirty gardener but you grow the best fruit, Mr. Bush,
Your outdoor capacities leave me fluctuated with discernment yet befoul me with contempt!

You're a headshaker, Mr. Bush,
You're a dizzy, wizzy schmuck
Your heart is full of cheer, your soul is in the clear , Mr. Bush,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Give me beer!"

Don't forget the ice

"Don't let me forget the ice", he said to her as they made their way across the parking lot to the grocery store.
"I won't for the 10th time already, sheesh!", she answered him.
They hustled and shoved their way through the crowds of holiday shoppers.  Everyone rushing around, picking up last minute gifts and the forgotten ingredients for their Christmas dinners.
A mad house, a plethora of heavy winter coats, red scarves and the jingle of the bells by the frozen Salvation Army volunteer.
A sign outside the store advertised the store hours.  Not many chances left before they shut down.  He needed to get everything on this one trip.  Ne did not want to risk another venture into this cash swallowing monster.

As their vehicle pulled out of the lot and headed down the road towards home he smiled.  This was going to be a great three weeks.  No work until January 13th.  So much fun to be had.  To kick it all off was tonight's annual Christmas party with all of their friends.

Halfway home he reached for the windshield wiper control.  It had begun to rain.
Pulling into the driveway the rain had picked up just a tad and they scurried to get their groceries in the house.
"Damn", he yelled.  "I forgot the ice".

It turns out he didn't need any ice at all.
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The rain eventually turned into freezing rain and the entire area was saturated with an icy coat of power cutting, tree crushing misery.
We had a few people show for our party but most stayed home due to the road conditions.  We had fun anyways.  A big spiral ham, Rachel's homemade artichoke dip, Sandy's toast delights and Momma's ham pinwheels.  Of course I made the obligatory bowl of party punch which contained assorted juices, pineapple rum, vodka and slices of strawberries, chunks of pineapple, kiwi and star fruit.

Fat from all the food and warmed by the free flowing adult beverages it was a fun night albeit a short night due to weather but fun nonetheless.  Afterwards I cleaned up a few things but decided to finish the rest in the morning.  I was ready for bed.
I should have finished!
Around 2 AM the power went out.  It's still out.  I'm running on a borrowed generator and praying that the people I borrowed the gennie from don't lose their power.
Estimates of around a 1/4 million people without power.
There are trees down everywhere, power lines lay strewn across the roads and yellow caution tape is all that separates you from instant death.  It is a mess!
I have some pictures and a video (if it works).  I feel extremely fortunate to have heat and power.  So glad we put in this wood stove.  Our next purchase is going to be a generator.  We lose power way too often.

The ice storm was followed by some snow accumulations and it is quite breathtaking. Except everytime the wind blows more trees come crashing down.

It's like living in a fairy tale land!

I used the Arctic Cat to haul the brush to the burn pile.

Click below for video

very bad, shaky video LOL

I'm not sure why the video is a little blurry.  Maybe had some condensation on the lense.  

So that is it for now.  We are hosting Christmas dinner here tomorrow.  I have a big ham, a 5 pound prime rib and numerous other goodies to go with it.  Hopefully the generator can withstand all the cooking.

I have it wired directly into the 220 volt breaker in my fuse panel.  I had to drive almost an hour away to find a 30 amp 220V plug to fit the generator so I could run the well and the stove.  Everyone was sold out of anything generator related.

I hope you all have a Merry Christmas!  It should be pretty fun around here.  

Everything is an adventure if you want it to be!!!!

Cheers,

-Bushman

Edited to put a better video in the post

Click here for better video

Green Bottle Clarity

Can you imagine a world where Katy Perry sings a song to everyone of your life moments?
I mean think about it.  I haven't blogged in( hang on I'll go look) well, since Nov. 29th.  That is 435 days.
(I told you I wasn't good at at math)
Now here I am and Katy is singing, " I been held down but I got up, now I'm shaking off the dust".
A lot of dust.  I keep telling myself to blog but I get so bored with myself I can imagine how all of you feel.  But I'm back.  At least for tonight.  Thank Heavens for Molson Goldens!  Courage comes in many forms and for me it is usually liquid.
I need to get back to the basics.  Reading, Writing and...no...no...I am not doing rithmatic.  I'll stick to the 2 Rs.
Like last Friday night.  I took too many shots and maxed my credit card.  Unfortunately no Menage a trois.  Hey there's always this Friday night...right?

I'm getting too old for that.  It's a midlife crisis, swinging for the knock out.  I keep ducking but I'm running out of steam.  It's gonna get me.

I'm stuck in a rut.
I need to find my spark, show people what I'm worth.  Like a firework!

I've been dreaming for so long.  Hoping to wake up one of these days.  Write that book.  Make my life.
I wish I knew now what I knew then.  My castle's crumbling, I'm wide awake now!

Yeah that's where I'm at.  Living on the coat tail dreams of others.  Nothing left in the mystery bag, no chance of the magic rabbit.

Why Katy Perry?  She's hot!  I like her music too.  Big tough guy like me listening to girl music...I know.

I need time and sleep.  I can't sleep because there's no time.

Where am I going with this?  Absolutely nowhere but if you wanna hang on for a few it may straighten itself out...but I doubt it.

Just pecking at the key feels good.  Not knowing what will venture forth is even funner.

I need to write a story.  A story about a kid that never catches a break.  One that will have the readers so endeared with this kid that in the end when he dies they cry their eyes out and write hate mail.  Now that is a story.
I've had the chance to read a few.  They were great.  Nobody wants to be the villain though.  Hero or nothing.  I say be the villain.  Pull the heart strings so tight that when you let go they snap back leaving ugly, purple welts.  Marks that never leave.  Stuck... purple....vision....hate......re-read.

-bushman