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I'm at a loss of what to write about. Not that I don't have enough to talk about - more like I have too much.

I feel a lot like this guy:

Waiting for Armageddon

 

I'm going to take a couple days off. Just to take the pressure off myself and maybe get some chores done. 

 

Hope you all are well. Try to stay warm.

 

Take care out there. 

 

 

 

The Enemy Loves Numbers

This is not trying to be a doom and gloom blog post. Just a look at what the enemy thinks of as important dates. Today is a 223 223 date. 2.23.2023. 322 is the number for Skull and Bones. So the fact that today is a double reversed 322 date has to be significant for them.

Just a possible false flag day. Although we'd be hard pressed to single out something in particular with all the daily catastrophes going on. Just situational awareness. You never know with these people.

Take care out there.

 

Update from Patara

 

Tuesday Updates

The RV repairman finally finished up. Our heater is working fine again – although we will probably try to use our 2^nd electric heater as much as possible to save on propane. We had to have him out a couple times before he was finished because we had a leak and no hot water. The leak was just a loose fitting and the no hot water was due to a blown fuse which he replaced and gave us a spare.

The RV repairman is a really great guy. He told us that the part for the heater is usually around 89 dollars but is now over 350! I believe him. It's just like everything else around here.

We chatted about balloons and trains and the sorry state of our country. It's rare to find someone who knows what is going on in the world. He said, “Don't take this personally, but I hope I never see you again.” We laughed. We knew he meant that he hopes nothing else breaks on our RV. I hope so too.

Hope everyone is doing well. Keep prepping and praying!

Take care out there!

 

President's Day

This holiday used to mean something. Not anymore, although it is still a reason to have retail sales I suppose. Other than that - it doesn't even make the news, too many catastrophic events going on. I have to work today. Plus, I couldn't think of anything else to write about.

Take care out there.

Eco-Grief

Interior Department Now Offering ‘Ecogrief’ Training For Employees

The fact that this is a “real” story and not satire from the Babylon Bee speaks volumes about the state of our country and government. It is past time to dismantle these extra constitutional departments if this is the kind of thing they are spending our hard-earned tax dollars on. Who are the big babies who are taking this training? Ridiculous. The comments on the article are pretty funny.

Le Sigh.

Fat Dog Friday

Since it seems we have a little lull (and I have already written about everything going on) in the escalating destruction of Western civilization, I thought I would start to tell the story of our dog. It may take several posts, so I will try to squeeze them in between fake food and the poisoning of the water supply.

A long time ago I had a ferret named Flash. He was so cute. His little antics and stories about his hidden stashes of shiny objects could fill a book. I really loved that little guy.

He got lymphoma and died.

I vowed to never have another pet due to the fact that they get sick and die on you and then you are painfully brokenhearted.

But then I met my husband. He had an adorable little black and tan chihuahua named Jojo. (She looked like the picture above.) Except for her crooked nose and her snaggle tooth she was perfect in every way. I loved that dog.

She used to snuggle up and lay by me as I worked on the computer. She was always obedient. She was dainty and feminine and oh so adorable. One day she was running around the backyard happy as can be and the next day she had a massive heart attack and died.

I was devastated. I did not want to get another animal. I really hate being overwhelmingly sad. My husband was devastated as well, but he really felt like he could not live without having a dog.

A co-worker at the time was trying to find a home for her dog. She was working 12 hour shifts and felt bad about the dog having to be in a crate all day. She showed me a little video she had made of the dog, which I showed to my husband. Long story short, three days after Jojo died, we had a new dog. 

Now that I think of it, I should track down that co-worker and beat her up.

That brings you up to speed on how we acquired our very fat (she weighs 65 lbs) pure blood beagle named Shyla. I will have to write more on her later.

Hope you all are well. Take care out there.