Christmas Tour

Second stop: The Village. Don't feel bad for us, we are building from scratch and that takes time. We're keeping it real by starting off with The Paddle Shop, just across the bridge from the Y Knot Bait Shop. It is not clear how they can possibly be Up the Creek with so many paddles at hand, but we digress. We still don't have a lake, in no small part because it would be constantly occupied by a giant sea monster (aka Amadeus, the cat).

Next up is the Dairy, rather self explanatory, but in no way resembling our milking parlor, or what remains of it anyway. After that it's just some Targets and the Facilities ( much more civilized than the Facilitrees)...took awhile to find the feral hog looking statue though:

A Christmas Tour

Our first stop: Obnoxious ChristmAss Bear. This is our replacement bear, the first having been buried at sea in the Great Swirly. In some ways this fellow is more socially acceptable, but let's not get into the weeds here. He looks pretty cute in his festive holiday garb, doesn't he?

His sign is a little hard to read but I think you'll be able to figure it out. The Kilted Scot (in the Scotch bottle) actually dances a very nice Highland Fling when he's properly wound up:

It's Beginning

To Feel At least a bit like Christmas! Mistakes were Made; happily the resulting guilt ridden hangover resulted in even Princess Jay helping out with the Lighting of the Tree.

A Word of Advice: Never mix The Squid with The Green Fairy; thank FSM that the Crystal Skull of Valu-rite (Vodka) didn't find it's way home...we may have run out of porch cots!

The random shot of Rufous is just there to lighten yer spirits:

The End is Near

It'll happen on Sunday actually, in the afternoon. An Ice Age; it'll be 35F by Monday morning here in the Great State of Confusion. This has dire implications for the tomatoes, basil, and pole beans, as well as the hibiscus. For the broccoli, cabbage, and cilantro, not so much.

Oh, and there still haven't been any good pictures of yesterday's meteor; feel free to use yer imagination.

Strange Lights in the Sky

A Sign of the Apocolypse no doubt, as personally witnessed and interpreted by myself. It happened rather late this morning - a good thing, wouldn't want sleep through something like that - during morning chores. It was rather foggy but otherwise normal. There was a faint, far off rumbling that really didn't give much pause honestly. Seconds later, walking to Cluckingham Palace, I was preceded by two shadows. While pondering this unusual occurrence I looked up just in time to see the Great Green Flash. And the fireball. Horizon to Horizon.

This surely portends the Zombie Apocolypse; fortunately we've prepared. As any reasonable and prudent Redneck would do, I've opted to carry the Zombie Special (Glock 30 with a double stack) rather than the Judge today; at feeding time it'll be the AR with an extra mag or two (it's hog season anyhow). Guess we should have bought a few thousand more rounds (or not burned up so many shooting full auto last weekend), but who knew? The Mayans? They certainly didn't mention it if so.

The pictures were taken from news sites. Hopefully some better photos will turn up, as they don't really reflect the sheer awesomeness of the event. There's some less than tasteful Zombie Hunter and weapon shots too. In the wrong order of course.

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For yer Chicken House: buy lots of Gatorade. Fill the empty bottles and freeze; when it's 100F the girls truly are appreciate the effort. It wasn't used this year at all, but worked well during the record hot Summer 2011.