Luke Bryan - ah, too funny

Way too funny for me and Thank You Naj (Janis Ferguson) for sending it for me.  I laughed so hard when I received this, I near had to go to the porch.  I had it in my head that I would save it to post here.  I got myself giggling and in Luke Bryan frenzy, I deleted everything and had to Naj resend.  I truly have to purchased this cd of his.  Oh my, I'd be giggling all the time.  I can so see myself (in my younger days) in these Luke Bryan songs.  Now, I opt just to sing-a-long perhaps dance a step or two.

We are busy doing wood, oh the wood is such hard work.  I spent four hours out there this morning, now I rest.  Geez, seems like every year I post about the (many curse words) wood.  Sometimes, I have to just buck up and take the bitter with the sweet...and as I  say to Noisemaker...I am the only sweet around here. 

Busy week ahead, Noisemaker is having his birthday, can you believe 66 years old!  I will be baking him his favorite - lemon pie.  We are going out for lunch down the highway to the Coyote Grill for The Burp Burger, this Friday.  Coyote Grill is only opened in the summer months and only on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  I am looking forward to it.

Another peaceful day on the mountain side, I hear no music blasting from the alein down the road; but I should not be because the lunatic is in the clink where he belongs, doing weekend time for stealing at our general store.  

I must tend to mode of lolly gag, lolly gag at Noisemaker as he is trying to do wood.  His health (blood pressure wise is good, but his foot is throbbing like my heart when I view Bruce Springsteen or go to a John Prine concert).

Oh yes, when we do wood there are pieces, I simply refuse to deal with.  I make piles for Noisemaker to deal with.  Today I made three piles, one pile is for pit wood, one pile is for - I cannot deal with these and the third pile is the same as the second.  I was opting to confuse Noisemaker.  He looked at the piles, okay - he says, pit wood...and what is this, I told him, I cannot deal with that and did we not go through this before...what is this pile, he says, I told him - I was singing John Prine - again, he shook his head, no further questions were asked to me.  You gotta love life on the mountain side. 

Good Morning Daisies

It's a beautiful, peaceful morning.

It will not be peaceful very long, we are having cords of wood being delivered today.  Guess what I'll be doing for the next week.  Yeppers, correct you are.  Splitting, stacking, singing, and swearing. 

Everyone ~ Happy Friday.

Wood, (many curse words), Wood

I was outside early, early this morning pounding away at splitting wood.  Oh my, such a big job it is, but as mentioned good exercise.

I picked up a piece of wood and to me, if felt odd.  It was heavy and had many a knot to it.  I thought to myself, not to split but throw it to the pile of pit wood.  Pit wood is wood we reject and burn later at the fire pit.  I decided to go ahead to split it.  Holy smucksville - the splitter blade hit the knot in the wood and backfired - came shooting right off next to my head.  I ducked out of the way and let go of the lever controls, that automatically shuts down the splitter.  I had to take a break after that spell.  I was going to go wake up Noisemaker but it was 6:30 in the morning, I figured he did not need to be awakened by some lulu explaining a piece of wood backfired and near took my head off. 

I got myself together and thought well, I will try another one.  It worked fine.  For the love of god, I pick up another piece to split and it backfired on me.  The splitter makes an odd noise when that happens, I think it woke up Noisemaker.  He came outside and asks me, is there something wrong with the splitter?  I replied, yes - it is trying to kill me - but you get your coffee and I'll go on to something else; I'll explain it all later.

I saved the pieces of knotted wood to show to Noisemaker.  He sets me straight.  Explains to me, I must go over from the knot and then the wood should not missile on me.  I finished up my splitting but left four big pieces for Noisemaker to do.  I told him - those pieces are not getting along with me, I cannot deal with them - can't you take them back, do a return?

Noisemaker, could not help but laughed and so did I.  ah, the joys of living on the mountain side and doing wood - glorious, glorious, wood.

Wood ~ Glorious Wood

Oh geez, can you guess what I will be doing for the next week or so ... wood.  Wood, wood, glorious wood.  Of course, we all know I am a professional wood splitter/wood stacker/toe tappin'/john prinein'.  teehee  Every year we do this (many curse words) wood.  It is very hard work, very physical.  In a way that is good as it is good exercise.  I try to get out early each morning around 6 a.m. and by 12 noon well, I just think to myself it is 5 o'clock somewhere.  By that time, I am tired.  My noisemaker, he does most of the stacking because he is taller than I.  I stick mostly to splitting and singing Prine.  I can sing Prine and noises from the splitter become all my back up musicians.  Oh, it is truly a delight, I wish you all could join me.

Lydia got a makeover today.  Her radiant locks are nicely back in place along with her hat.  She is a happy little darling.  Lydia tells me this morning, where is my Donald - I have not seen him all spring.  I replied, oh Lydia do not fret - Donald will come around; he is probably busy doing wood.

Have a great weekend folks! 

I Am The Queen Of Fire, I Bring You Fire

I believe I want my crown and banner returned, remember I won those for being the queen of fire making. Noisemaker has suffered a bit of a spell (hopefully, not anything too serious); so last night he slept on the sofa bed out in the living room where the woodstove is. I did not want to wake him but I knew a fire had to be started this morning. So the queen of fire making set to start a fire with no light - yep, 5:00 a.m. there I am starting fire in total darkness. Oh, I should not say that, I have a clock on the dvd that is giving me some sort of 'where the hell am I' direction.

The fire started - it when blazing. Noisemaker is still sleeping next to the fire, the queen started. I want my banner and crown returned, pronto!

Chimney Inversions

It was a tad on the side of cool this morning, I knew I would have to build a fire in the woodstove. I opened the door of the stove and noted immediately the temperature inside was cold. From the vast knowledge I have of wood burning, I knew not to start a fire because I would have an inversion. I hate those inversions. Smoke comes billowing out and you panic. Noisemaker he told me what to do when you think you are going to have an inversion, but rightly or lefty speaking, it must have been one of those moments I was not paying heed to. I went on line and found this wonderful website ~all you need to know about wood burning stoves but were afraid to ask~ teehee. Website is http://www.chimneysweeponline.com. I followed the instructions given for my problem and now I have a nice, toasty lil bit of a fire going. I am proud of myself, very proud.

The Flinger

This is a flinger - a piece of 2 x 4 used to fling at anything pestering you.

For example when those heathen cows come to visit and trample all over the yard I use the flinger on them.

I also threat my fine neighbor, Chris with a flinger when he gets out of control. My noisemaker, he on a regular basis, gets informed about 'it could be flinger time'.

I could well ramble into a song - It's flinger tossin' time (to the tune of It's finger poppin' time).

Speaking of songs, I have two rolling upstairs today. Somebody's Knockin' (I cannot remember the lady who sang that song - Terry something - I must check). I combine Somebody's Knockin' with Ain't Hurtin' Nobody by John Prine and I have a entire new song. So typical of me.

The picture is taken in the woodshed where I have my stash of flingers. See in the picture how nice the wood is stacked. I stack well. The two toned wood is due to pine beetle which has devastated our forests here in British Columbia. We are giving it to the USA as a nice little present.

Wood Stackin', Noisemakin', John Prinein'

I gave the Noisemaker an easter present yesterday, I stacked the wood - ain't it a picture to behold! It is like putting a jigsaw puzzle together, each piece has its' own side and the side must be corresponding to fit into another piece.

Yesterday, I also went to take some pictures of all the birds out back. I quietly sat (squatted) down and then leaped with a great 'ouch' as I had landed my bottom on a prickly rose bush. I had figured that 'bush' was not quite finished with his duties ~ and with the prick of the landing I had, I knew what I was thinking was ringing true.

ah, and Easter Sunday it is. Peter Cottontail should be hopping down the bunny trail. I hope he does not leave anything behind like the moose do here. Yikers, we do have lots of droppings. Sunday is also paper day at the general store - god, I love to get the Sunday paper - do you know the Sunday paper includes five crossword puzzles, I have enough crossword puzzles to last me the entire week. There are great crossword puzzle books, I had one sent to me. It is themed crossword puzzles, my favorite.

For supper last night I made homemade bread and chili. The recipe for chili calls for 1/2 cup of beef stock. I use oxo. I saw the Noisemaker had the kettle out and naturally, I was thinking that in the kettle was water. I continued making my recipe and later on Noisemaker came to the kitchen asking what he should do with the kettle water - I replied, well pour it down the sink - he says - there is vinegar in there, I was cleaning the kettle. I did not say a word. The vinegar water had already gone into the chili. I never said a word. I inquired after supper, how was the chili - great, he said. I left well enough alone and stuck to having several pieces of homemade bread, no vinegar chili for me. I did taste it and it did taste okay, but just the thought of vinegar in chili - ugh and pukesville.

Oh yes, as a side (lay me down) note - I had my will drawn up last week. It is not a heart warming experience knowing you are writing about your death. However, I did have to laugh to myself when I read the final copy - the last line reads - . . .and play some John Prine. *smilin*

Glorious, Glorious Wood

Oh Lordy, now that I have the saving and uploading of picture knowledge, I am going to be picturing forever. (I had to look up picturing to make certain it is an actual word - it is).
This is last years wood pile. Four deep and approximately at mid 6 feet high. Prior to the wood reaching this stage; the trees are dropped, bucked, and split. All the branches go to the fire pit. The wood is stacked as such in the picture. After it has seasoned, usually over the winter, it is loaded into the woodshed. Generally speaking you always have a two year supply of wood. We are considerably less this year and will probably have to call for help with the woodchopping. My stepsons are good at tree dropping, bucking, and splitting. I do not partake in those tasks. I do a bit of stacking but because of my height I cannot go very high. See, there is a benefit to being on the side of short ~ you do not have to stack much wood!