Ketchup or Catch up

Sorry for being away for so long but as you all know our 11 year old son “Hammy” was diagnosed with a brain tumour November 5th 2012, and had surgery to remove it January 7th 2013, he is recovering nicely, to look and talk to him you would never know that he had recently under gone major surgery, the only effect left from the surgery is the fact that he is partially blind in his right eye. Its his peripheral vision that is affected at the moment, he is in therapy for that and his surgeon says that his vision should improve if not return.

To say things have been chaotic and frantic around here the last few months would be a drastic under statement to say the least. Things like getting wifi or wireless internet out here have been put on the back burner and had fallen into the “things that are not important category” as has repairing the car and van, repairing the house etc, but as the days go by I am slowly catching up on the not important file and getting things done such as home repairs, acquiring a reliable vehicle, getting internet access, catching up on bills etc.

Yesterday I borrowed a friends car and took our son to the city of Regina for a day out together, we went on a small shopping spree , he had saved up enough money to buy a couple games for his PS3, he wanted Black Ops 2 but E-B Games was sold out of that, so he bought himself Modern Warfare 3 and Battle Ship, we forgot to buy a keyboard for my Wifes PC and a battery for her DS thing, ah well next week. We also went to Visions (major electronics store) and I bought a wireless internet stick through Bell and a router so we can run more than 1 computer at the same time online, not that there will be more than 1 online often.

I also went and looked at another car , a 1998 Chevrolet , it only has 78,000kms ( about 60,000 miles) on the motor, the guy wants $1500, I didnt buy it yet, but have been emailing back and forth finding out why he wants to sell it.

I will get my trusty red DORF repaired, its the exhaust manifold that cracked, I have the new one and the gaskets for it but more or less have to wait for spring to install it as it has been minus 45C ( minus 49 F ) just a tad too dang cold to be working on a motor. So the plan is buy another car, repair the red DORF and use it as a spare car.

We have 6+ feet of snow on the ground, and the snow banks that make up the wind rows are almost 12+ feet high, some of the snow drifts in are yard are in excess of 8 feet, it has been a cold snowy winter and when spring arrives the village of Pense is going to flood for sure, I know that our property will be under at least 2 feet of water for sure, thats okay though, I am ready for that, I have spent the winter shovelling a 4 foot path around the house and have a couple sump pumps on stand by, no water will get in the house or the crawl space, the house itself is perched on a foundation that lifts the house a good 4 feet off the ground, the crawl space itself is all concrete and sand, even if water breached the foundation walls, there is nothing in the crawl space that could be harmed, there is no electrical wires there, no furnace, just plumbing and sewer pipes. All I would do is simply pump it out then spread lye across the sandy floor to prevent any mildew or smells, open the outside access doors, put a screen and chicken wire across the opening and let it air out all summer, be good as new when done.

The Sundown Optimist Club of Regina is having its 33rd annual classic car draw, this year they are raffling off a 1968 Ford Mustang, so I bought 50 of them, the money goes to support youth programs so I figured it was money well spent, I dont have a snow balls chance in hell of actually winning the car, my chances are 20 in 46,000 , but hey thats alright. Last year I entered for a 1974 Corvette Stingray ...didnt win that one either lol its like the lottery, I never win but play each week, cant win if you dont have a ticket, its more of a waste of money but its only $6 per week. Chances are slim to non that I will ever hit the jackpots, but through the years I have won $50 here and $1500 there and loads of free tickets but never the “big one” I just play for the fun of it and never expect to win, if I win something , even a free ticket, then bonus, if not, oh well nothing ventured nothing gained play again. I enter pretty much every draw that the village of Pense rec board hosts, and have won various things, from candles to custom pedal bikes and a small sculpture from local artist Joe FaFar.

Well guess thats about all for now , yall have a good day

Butch


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“That Kid just ain’t right” or how I put my Dad into a low orbit

I would love to tell you that I started out life being the perfect daughter to my parents….. but that would be a lie, ummm put it this way, my Father was a liberal man who more or less raised me as if he had a son, by age 4 I knew how to take a carburetor off any vehicle (much to the dismay of my Father and a few of his friends), by age 5 I knew every swear word on the planet and if I swore my Dad and his friends would laugh and think it was funny.

My Mother on the other hand was a strict Catholic and tried to make me all prim and proper wear dresses and not swear , do little lady shit etc….. failing that she swore up and down that I was Satan incarnate because I fought with boys, when I was about 7 years old we lived in a small village in the deep south of Saskatchewan it was the early 1970’s and our house had electricity but no plumbing , if you needed a washroom you went out to the outhouse and did your business …… I told you that so you would understand this.

Now I was a Tomboy through and through, Mom didn’t give up on trying to make me wear a dress until I was around 14 (the day I nearly shot her), but that’s another story for a later time …we will call that one an “accident”

Anyway, most of my summers were spent helping Dad in his work shop, now one of Dad’s jobs was to go around the countryside blowing up beaver dams for the farmers and the fish and wildlife folks…. Dad always made his own explosives , depending on the location and size of the dam sometimes he used black powder charges and sometimes he used the old diesel fuel and fertilizer , he always whipped up his batches of explosives in his work shop,which I was always in helping (pestering) him, to keep me amused (out of his hair) he taught me how to make home made fire crackers , they were about equal to your standard cherry bomb, and so it was, I’d be out behind the house blowing shit up with my home made fire crackers, yanno things like my little sisters toys , plastic pails, infact a game of dare stemmed from the plastic pail, the dare was , throw a fire cracker in it then sit bare assed on the bucket and wait for the BANG, a few friends chickened out, but that boy Robbie was short and fat so when he sat on the bucket it kinda sucked itself to his arse ….. no worries though, the fire cracker broke the skin to plastic seal and with a scream he was free…. rolling on the ground holding his nuts….but hey he was free!! and he became the first and only kid to stay on the bucket to the bitter end, he was the school hero, even if he did walk funny for a few days.

By the way… my Mom whupped my ass for that, turns out I could have made it so Robbie couldn’t have kids when he grew up ….hmmmm who thinks of that during a game of dare?? christ that was the first time I ever seen a boys junk and I had no friggin clue what it did or was supposed to do I was just a kid! …. and yes to make it even I dropped my drawers and let him look at my junk fair is fair after all (and yes Mom whupped me for that too cuz apparently girls don’t show their privates to boys….ever. )

So anyways summer came and went and I grew another year older but was just as sweet and innocent as ever when this happened…………..

I had learned how to build a better bomb (by helping my Dad)….one fine day for what ever reason that eludes me now, I thought it would be fun to throw a fire cracker into the out house…. so I did…….. NOTHING!! I must have thrown about a half dozen down the hole with the same result… Nothing, nada, zip, not even a poof!!

Didn’t take me long to figure out the firecrackers wouldn’t go off because they were wet , hence the black powder was wet as was the fuse etc…. NOT one to give up (my Daddy taught me persistance pays off, he always said never give up if at first you don’t succeed try try again), I went around behind the out house and dug a small hole between the wall and the shit hole, I “accidently” took one of my Dad’s half sticks of black powder explosives ( about the strength of a quarter stick of dynamite) I tied a length of baling twine around it and pushed it through the little hole I made, I let it down into the hole slowly so the fuse wouldn’t come out or tangle and as soon as I heard it touch the goo in the shit hole ( a little plop) I tacked the twine so it wouldn’t sink, I had just lit the fuse when my Father came out of the house…….

I high tailed it for the hedges and hid in them , thinking Dad would be headed for his work shop and I knew he would be angry with me when that explosive of his went off, too late now though……..and Dad went into the outhouse and not his work shop!!

What happened next happened in slow motion, but was over in less than a second…… Dad was in the out house taking a crap…. the explosive was down in the hole……..the fuse was burning….after what seemed like forever there was a THUNDEROUS KABOOM !!! the out house launched a good 5 to 10 feet straight up into the air with my Dad in it, and when it landed a few feet away the door flew off it’s hinges some boards flew off the walls and the roof fell in a bit…….. my poor Father was still in the sitting position, pants around his ankles and a blank distant stare on his face…his cigarette was still in his mouth too…

By this time I was thinking I killed my Daddy , but he wobbled to his feet pulled up his pants and walked right past me without so much as a single word……Dad spent a couple hours just sitting at the kitchen table with Mom and at supper he didn’t say a word , he didn’t talk to anyone …. looking back in hind sight he was probably plotting my demise, Mom didn’t even speak to me, but her eyes shot daggers at me……. it took Dad a week before he came looking for my ass, and yes he whupped me really good!!

My Dad had a permanent nervous tick above his right eye that stayed with him right up until he passed away in 1999 , and everytime he heard a car backfire he’d nearly jump out of his skin….. I can’t imagine why!?!?

So that’s all for tonight, now you know that I was THAT kid and looking back..I do understand why I am the Black Sheep of the family, and that’s okay , I know my family loves me, they just don’t trust me lol

Remember folks: express your love often,never take tomorrow for granted,and be kind to others.

Butch
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Politics Shmalitics my POV right or wrong they are mine

I dont often say much about politics,because quite frankly I dont really give a shit whose our fearless leader of Canada is! why? because they are all assholes thats why, they lie, they cheat, they steal and generally give us (the general masses) a bone here and there to appease us while secretly rewriting the laws. Such is life, welcome to Canada where we become a little more Americanized each passing day.

One of the perks of being Canadian was a quazi freedom of speech, you could say what ever you liked as long as it didnt incite a riot or provoke or promote Hate, the Neo Nazis and extreme right wing loons had a rough go up here in Canada,that is until our fearless leader removed section 13 from our law books.... yippie effen yahoo!! now the younger generations see this as a good thing, why? because dammit Canada should have free speech just like in the good ol US of A !! they forgot that section 13 stopped those crazy west burrow bastards at the border just a few short years ago, they probably never even heard what happened to the KKK in Alberta back in the 1990s, they most likely never felt the sting of hateful words... the price of free speech is going to be steep in Canada, all those hate groups that were stopped from entering Canada now have free reign ... but I lament, no one paid heed to the cost of hate speech way back in the early 1930s over in Germany either...well yeah look how that turned out, Not saying that will happen in Canada, no the jews and muslims and tamil tigers etc are all safe.... for now, the Gay community is going to catch hell now for sure, they will be the first target I guarantee it, after all now you can legally organize a mob and crash pride parades calling them anything you desire.....you are now immune from prosecution, and you can bet your ass almost every right wing blowhard insane preacher with a couple hundred equally insane followers are gonna have a field day here in Canada

Why does this irk me enough to write a blog post? because I am one of those "old farts" that fought for equality for ALL going way back to the late 1970s when I was just a confused kid who didnt know my ass from a hole in the ground, thats why! Ive been gay bashed, not just verbally but physically, hell I have a criminal record (multiple assaults) from the early to mid 1980s for getting into rumbles and brawls over my right to be ME! Im getting too old for this hate shit! I was looking towards the newer generations to keep a vigilant eye on our hard won rights and freedoms , but they dropped the ball...a royal FUBAR, so much for the next generation being the enlightened bunch, they will hug a tree, preach against spanking and discipline, but fallow the masses like good little sheep and actually cheer the new version of free speech....the American version, whats that bible story when the jews strung Jesus up on the cross?? oh yes....forgive them father for they know not what they do.... yeah well I aint God and I aint so forgiving, the new generation have let our fearless leader abolish the law that prevented hate speech...they trampled on my right to live in PEACE free of verbal abuse and the shit storm that is coming! you give those freakin right wingers an inch and they will take a mile and condemn 1 group at a time.

enough of that shit, lets move on shall we?

How about that Nelson Mandela , a great man really, though I am not of African decent, I have followed this man for decades and truly believed in his cause, it does sadden me to know that he is not long for this world.I really dont know what to say except his family is doing a piss poor job at maintaining his legacy! someone needs to wake the hell up and set things right before Nelsons legacy is over shadowed by all the family infighting! this too saddens me.

on the topic of the USA, all I have to say is that I am pro Obama, and think that good ol boy GWB should be well forgotten and soon...as the Great Bugs Bunny would say....What a maroon!! hey if its any consolation we have had (and sometimes still have) our share of maroons as our fearless leader(s) up here in Canada, anyway, I am NOT anti American, I do love our southern neighbors, I simply do not want to become one either! ( Hear that Harper... We are CANADIAN,not AMERICAN and wish to stay that way) I do however love that American cooking!! OMG yall can cook!! I have in my life had the pleasure of travelling 38 states, I can honestly say that I was made to feel welcomed in every single one, some of my greatest memories was chatting about our funny money and how colorful it is and swapping smokes ( yall smoke some serious shit down there,honestly I cant handle American cigarettes), Im not too partial about your beer though, honestly how can you drink that shit? it tastes like recycled monkey piss and is weaker than hell, your strongest beer is considered a light beer here, if you want to taste real beer come to Canada ! however your hard liquors can stone a horse! yall tricked me good with something called Ever Clear! I drank 3 or 4 shots of this magic potion in Vegas, tasted like gasoline and holy flying batfarts did it ever burn ! (both ways, going in and coming out)dont think Ive ever pissed liquid fire before or since!btw I woke up 3 days later in Utah with no clue how I got there, still dont know to this day, and that was 20+ years ago.

American politics is fun to watch, your candidates good or bad have flare and style and pizzazz unlike our dry snooze fest politics, watching Canadian politics is akin to watching paint dry,I dont know its just that you Americans seem to do everything louder and with more enthusiasm than the rest of the world, especially Canada, dont take that wrong, its a compliment,dont even get me started on your accents, dang how can there be so many different accents in 1 country, each state has its own accent and in some cases language ( I was messed up in Cajun country), couldnt understand a dang thing was that english french? wow its like trying to talk to an intoxicated Newfoundlander, just fallow the tone of voice and not politely now and then!

I cant get a passport (because Im to damn lazy to get a pardon) and I dont much care for all the border guard bull shit (on either side of the border)so I wont be able to take my family to the USA and show them some truly awe inspiring sights such as Hoover Dam, Old Faithful, the red/purple mountains in Arizona, the Washington Monument, or Mount RushMore, damn that last one is a true marvel of human ingenuity !

anyway its late, Im tired, Ill bitch about my own country (Canada) another day, this whole free speech shit really has my undies in a knot and I needed to vent


Gnight

Butch


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The simple side of life

Happy Independence Day to everyone in the USA !! God Bless you,may you once again become a world leader and champion of all that is Right and Just.

Canada Day was July 1st, being that we live out in the countryside I purchased and fired off fireworks, of course they werent as good as the professional fireworks in the cities, but hey, they were pretty and there were no major mishaps,fires or unwanted mayhem.

Today was a day of getting back to basics,remembering where we were and where we are now, today was a day to get back to the simple country living that we have come to enjoy for the past 6 odd years or so.
Keep in mind that my Wife is a city gal, born and raised in Calgary Alberta,she has lived in the big city for 32 years of her life,try to picture the culture shock and general shock of leaving a big noisy fast paced city of 1.2 million people and moving to the outskirts of a small village with less than 500 people,where the only noise is cows mooing or coyotes howling! there is a small bar here, always dead except for friday nights when all the rowdy young farm boys come to town to drink gamble and swap stories about who has the biggest baddest truck in these here parts, the village also has a gas station which doubles as the local liquor store,convenience store,and greyhound bus stop ( though the bus rarely stops here), there is also a post office( mail arrives around 10:30am and gets sorted sometime before 4pm (closing time), there is an Anglican church,a hockey rink with a small curling rink attached, and a school that goes from kinder-garden to grade 8 (the kids have to bus it to the city to attend high school) and thats about it.

My wife misses the city life,she misses the transit system,she misses the large crowds and multiple shopping stores and malls,and after 6 years out here in the country she is still blind to all the beauty and freedom and safety that comes with living out here, I know if I ever hit the lottery or sold our property she would demand to move back to the stinking crime ridden big city.

I am hurt, wounded,and now uncertain of my future,our sons future, I am saddened by the fact that we live in an almost paradise and my wife is blind to it and doesnt want to be here at all, yes the winters here in Saskatchewan are brutal, minus 40 degrees and over 6 feet of snow are the normal here in winter, and they are long winters too, 6 months straight, last winter it was 7 months straight! even I get fed up with the winters, but I always stop and think we usually get 6 months of hot summer too so it balances out.

Overall it is like a personal utopia here that Ive spent 6 years building for my wife and son, you wont see deer or moose in your yard in the middle of the city, you dont hear the coyotes sing their lonesome songs,nor hear the bull frogs and crickets, you cant tame down a raccoon in the city and have your morning coffee out on the deck wearing nothing but a tee shirt and boxers without a neighbor bitching, in the city you can only have as many hobbies/toys as your garage or parking space will allow, here in the country we have all kinds of toys, a camper, 3 vehicles, a pair of off road bikes a snowmobile etc, good luck using half that crap in the city never mind trying to park it all, here you can walk for miles and breathe fresh flower scented air, the folks are friendly and actually stop and talk to you, try leaving your car, garage and house unlocked over night or while your out in the city, cant do it or youd be robbed blind, here you can and we often do as do most others in the village.

Here in the country you can sit out and watch the stars and actually see them, all of them, cant do that in the city,the bright lights blind the stars,thunder storms are awesome out here in the country,scary and invigorating at the same time, most of the storms are lost in the cities, hard to watch the lightening show when theres a hundred story skyscraper blocking your view.

here our kid is free to roam where ever he pleases,everyone knows him and if he gets into mischief ,we know about it before he gets home and can deal with it, cant let your kid have that kind of freedom in the city, no shootings stabbings robbery in the country, all that and more in the city.

Im hurt because we have worked hard to get ourselves out here so our son could be free and so we could get away from the crime found in the cities, I dont wish to give what we have up just to have multiple shopping options, we can drive to the city for a day of shopping without having to actually live there.

I am pretty sure I would whither up and eventually die of a broken heart if I had to move back to a city, our son feels the same, yet my wife doesnt seem to care, she wants the city and is not happy here at all, I am caught between a rock and a hard place, and hope that her and I can resolve this, the negativity is killing me.


guess thats all for now

Butch
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Good Bye Red Dorf

Sadly the Family Unit has decided that it is time for my Beloved Red Dorf to be passed along to someone else, so with a heavy heart< I put the old girl up for sale today.


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Beware the Ethnic foods… or how to completely Destroy a bathroom…

So Hammy and I were invited to a Full Gospel church in the city , to say it was different is an understatement, it’s open and welcoming to people from all walks of life all genders and orientations, now I should mention that my friend who invited me is Jamaican , she is a laugh riot and a very beautiful person , those that know her are blessed to have her in their lives, she introduced me to the reverend? preacher? pastor? (the big cheese at the pulpit) he is a very kind man, and does the whole laying on hands while praying, and he prayed over Hammy and I for guidance and peace during our time of grief, I did have some trouble understanding him as he is from Africa , and as I quickly discovered , he can speak in biblical tongues . It was an amazing experience.

And yes Hammy and I were the only caucasians at this church , which is perfectly fine, people are people, but as we learned today that other than color there are some pretty big differences in our cultures. such as Love and Kindness, now I am sorry to have to admit this but within my own culture I don’t often see so much love and kindness towards our fellow human beings, I have never been hugged and kissed by so many strangers before or made to feel so welcome, and it was genuine emotion not just empty words, the biody language matched their words.

Another big difference, (that I only believed happened in the movies) and this never happens in the little church out here in the village is, the way they worshipped at this Full Gospel Church , the music was very up beat and quick, there was a full choir, and almost everyone was dancing , some folks jumped up in the isle and started yelling Hallelujah and dancing with their arms outstretched to God , people were crying , yes I admit it scared Hammy a bit and really surprised me, my friend leaned over and told me this is like a rival you see on tv, happens all the time there , people feel the spirit and they can’t contain themselves, and many were singing and speaking in tongues .

This went on for about 2 hours , and I was amazed and I swear i could almost feel the spirit myself, the sermon was beautiful all about loving our fellow man , we are all brothers and sisters in this world , being on guard because the devil is a trickster , anyway after the sermon , everybody gathered downstairs for a big dinner, that’s when another big cultural difference hit , to be honest I can’t tell you exactly what the food was, there were eggs, but I’ve never tasted any like that before, and there was a salted fish and cabbage , that OMG it was delicious, and very spicy , and some sort of dumpling , it was a sweet with meat in the middle , also spicy , I have no idea what the foods were , they were all spicy and Hammy and I struggled with some of it as we had never eaten it before, the folks were very kind, they gave us little sample bowls before putting it on our plates, and my friend was warning me that is very spicy mon , or try this mon you’ll love it , and I did , as did Hammy , it came time for us to leave and we were again hugged by most everyone and thanked for coming, we thanked them for having us .

Now when we got home, being that I’m old , the food went through me quicker than shit through a goose! I hit the washroom … aaaaannnndddd HOLY MOTHER OF GAWD!!!! I thought it burned going in, I discovered the NINTH PLANE OF HELL as it was on it’s way out!!

I’ll spare you the Gory details and just tell you that Montezuma’s Revenge is a nice sunday walk in the park compared to what was going on in my bathroom !!

That ethnic food was Anal rocket Fuel to a caucasian !! and if I had to guess I’d say I had eaten about 2 pounds of this mystery foods ……. and a HELL of a lot more than 2 pounds came out!! I swear to GOD I lost 5 freakin pounds in less than 5 seconds! it…. came out with such force it very NEARLY LAUNCHED me off the toilet!!

I DESTROYED my bathroom !! even the toilet tried to regurgitate !! , I opened the window and jammed a fan in it to clear out the smell, 3 cans of air freshener later … 3 whole cans!! the stench was unbearable , I poured a gallon of Bleach into the toilet , my damn dog caught a whiff of the bathroom and ran upstairs whimpering !!! Hammy swore for the first time in his life …….. “JESUS ALMIGHTY DAD YOU BLOODY KILLED THE BATHROOM!! as tears streamed down his face….. he was in the living room… 3 whole rooms away !! he started to turn green around the gills and went outside so he could breathe !! the 4 cats were upstairs hiding from the stench under the bed refusing to come out , the dog was in Hammy’s room shooting me dirty looks , and i was in the hallway checking my underoos for skid marks!!

it has now been 5 hours since the above happened, the bathroom still has a faint smell to it, I showered to get the stank off me and have run my clothes through the laundry, triple the soap and quadruple the bounce sheets, I phoned my friend and told her what UNHOLY DEMONIC SHIT took place in my washroom…… between her fits of uncontrollable laughter, she asked me “are ya dead yet mon? and laughed even harder at my plight (because my arse is still on FIRE!!) I replied no i am not dead, but I am wishing I was!! which brought forth even harder laughter on her end… she replied with no worries mon, drink some milk and you’ll be fine in the mornin followed by uncontrolled howls of laughter on her end .

So that’s all I got for tonight folks, this experience took A LOT out of me… (LITERALLY!!) , I am gonna go sit on a pillow and go medieval on a bottle of pepto bismol and a 4 litre jug of milk

Remember folks: express your love often,never take tomorrow for granted, and be kind to others

Butch
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Another Month or so

Well again it took longer than I expected to get back to my Blog and keeping those who are interested updated on what Ive been doing as of late.

Right this second I am sitting at a McDonalds in the city of Regina, using their free WiFi service since my own internet connection is still in the toilet!, I hope to have my own wireless set up again around mid October.... heres hoping anyway!

My small business is still going full steam ahead, and I am seriously thinking about continuing on this winter via snow clearing , I have a Kabota, and a snowblower, may as well make some money with them.
I was planning on taking the winter off and just being a house hubby, minus 45 and I dont get along very well lol

My Wife still works at a DayCare in the city and is going to be taking a food safety course so she can start her own catering business, not the usual cater to weddings and such, but to the 2 Potash mines and 22 oil rigs that are near our village.
Of course I will be there to help her by taste testing the foods hahahaha

Our son earned enough money helping me this summer that he bought himself a new playstation 3 and a couple games, I am very proud of him, he worked hard and never once complained, for an 11 yr old , thats pretty impressive now a days!

I have 2.5 hours to kill before I pick my wife up from her work, I drove her in this morning because I had a whole mess of Dr appointments to attend, everything checks out fairly well, my ticker is still ticking and I am still breathing so its all good.

I plan on joining the little fitness centre in our village for the winter just to keep from gaining too much weight, I am sitting at a comfortable 195lbs ( down from 225lbs) Im fairly tall so I do carry my weight well, (5ft 10) , I dont think I want or need to lose anymore weight, i feel good, and am comfortable in my own skin.


welp guess thats about all for now, if I think of anything else to share Ill come back and post it.

Cheerios

Butch
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A Ford in Dodge Country

This is a 2002 Ford E350 Cargo van, identical to the one I bought back in June of this year, its a 1 ton but gets surprisingly good fuel mileage, I get around 40 kilometers per litre or 400 kilometers per half tank, compared to the Bronco this van is a dream for fuel, (the Bronco only got around 11.5 miles to the gallon, or just under 200 kilometers per half tank) the only issue I am having with the van at the moment is a faulty starter, which if things go as planned will be fixed this weekend.

I am also in the process of wheeling and dealing on a 1992 Ford Ranger mini truck, its a 4 cylinder 4 speed manual, alas it to requires a new starter! what is it with Fords and starters! other than that a Ford has never let me down, even with a wonky starter!

Its rough being a fan of Ford in our village as most everyone here drives Dodge trucks,I always take a good hearted ribbing for driving 1 of the few Fords in town, I always chide back "at least its not an Import" and grudgingly the rednecks agree that yes a Ford is better than imports lol

I am getting the internet back soon so I will be able to write more often, right now I am in the city of Regina (Saskatchewan) home of the Rough Riders (CFL) using free WiFi at McDonalds to write this, which is fine as I am just passing the time until I have to pick my Wife up from work.

well guess thats about all for now, if I think of anything else I will come back and post it.


Butch
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