Monthly Archives: July 2015

Last winter I had just the right amount of firewood. This is a miracle of predictive wisdom in a “just in time” warehousing economy. It’s “working without a net” in the redneck economy. Being righteously freaked out I’ve been meaning … Continue reading →

[This post was composed as I drove from nowhere to nowhere… and was driven batty by NPR.] A few weeks later I was on the road again. My cell phone rang. (Better service every year.) “Some dude shot up a … Continue reading →

[I apologize for the overly long post. I was trapped in a truck cab and had time to think. You’ve been warned.] I’ve been on the road a lot. I’ve tried (and probably failed) to capture the spirit of reality … Continue reading →

Our main feline defensive perimeter (outdoor cat) was formerly a bad ass. It beat the shit out of everything cat sized and killed anything small enough to be eaten. It was a bully, a jerk, a monster. Yet I had … Continue reading →

This is a post from Mrs. Curmudgeon. Yep – I am hijacking this blog. I know a few of you were bummed you couldn’t get a Death Wish Coffee Valhalla Java mug just like A.C.’s… well you still can’t! But … Continue reading →

I once wanted a tiny house. I wanted one desperately! The reason I wanted one was because I needed a place to live. I had none. Big houses were out of my fiscal league. Why not a small one? No … Continue reading →

This is several years old and just as topical as ever. Hat tip to Gateway Pundit and Maggies Farm.