As a few here know we’re moving up into the mountains.  The nearest main town is Pine Grove, which is about 5 miles away and it’s like stepping back in time up there.  Here is a picture of the American Legion building, they were flying the flags at half-mast when I took the picture for the loss of the members of Seal team 6 and others in Afghanistan.  The other pictures are just random shots from the road into and out of Pine Grove, population 2,037.  It’s definitely going to be quiet up there, especially with no cable….

Let you in on a little secret:

This is true for me with some women I know….

(Source: life-teaches-lovee-reveals)

Here are some pictures of the woods behind our new home, you can see why I love it so there.

Actually I should have been up there this weekend but got a really bad case of welder’s flash on Friday, the worst case of it I’ve ever had.  Welder’s flash or Photokeratitis is “akin to a sunburn of the cornea and conjunctiva, and is not usually noticed until several hours after exposure. Symptoms include increased tears and a feeling of pain, likened to having sand in the eyes.”  It really does feel like you’re having sand rubbed in your eye and the is the first time it’s last more that just that night, my eye is still a little weepy but definitely on the mend.  Friday I accidentally struck an arc with the plasma cutter without my glasses on, the arc from the cutter is somewhere in the neighborhood of 20,000 degrees (or higher) so it doesn’t take much exposure.  So, anyway, I spent the weekend, until now, in bed, instead of working on the plumbing in our new home…

Here I am at working, first grinding out cracks in a truck frame being repaired after “free” rolling into a rail-stop.  Then there is a picture of me cutting off unused brackets under a car being rehabbed for North Carolina’s railroad.  Cutting all the rotted/rusted metal from railcar’s body to rework it and bring a 50 year-old railcar back to life.  Yes, I know I’ve got a smoke in mouth in all the pictures, at work it’s hard to find me not smoking…..

The first is a picture of the outside of  the trailer that is going to be our home, as you can see it’s a fixer upper (more fixer than upper).  My sister-in-law bought it and it was hastily moved.  It originally had a porch on the front which was cut down and is laying in a pile behind it waiting for re-assembly.  The rain gutters and the skirting were cut down and have to be replaced with new. I feel like I’m in the sequel to that movie “The Money Pit”, this young couple buys this beautiful home that then literally falls a part around them (It’s a Rom-Com).  But living in the mountains is a childhood dream.  

The second picture is of a stainless steel train door that I’m going to install as the trailer’s back door.  The existing back door of the trailer is fucked-up, so I got this one to replace it.  Pretty cool or what?  It locks with a train key of which I have several, but I’m going to install a dead-bolt too.

The fourth picture is a view of the weeds and trees from the front of the trailer (across the driveway).  Now look closely at the weeds, don’t they look like, well, weed?  I checked them out and on closer inspection it obviously isn’t.  But man, when I first saw this I thought to myself “I’m home.” ;) lol

The last is a picture taken at the truck/rest stop off of the Interstate about 3 miles down the road from our new home.  If you look just to the left of the trucks you can see our road through the trees.  The mountain rises up right on the other side of the street at about a 40 degree angle and it dwarfs the trucks in the picture. 

I’m finally going to keep a childhood promise, with my best friend, of moving to the mountains and there is a creek running behind the property so that in the summer, with the windows open, you can hear the water babbling over the rocks in the creek-bed.  He has already staked out a spot on our sofa once we get settled in…LOL   This is so far out there, there is no cable or Fios, nor DSL, I’ll have to get Satellite internet or go back to dial-up (the only real draw back)….

Gorescene asked:

hello dude. how are u ? :’)

Good morning! All things considered, pretty good and yourself? What’s up?

Hope you don’t mind me answering your question here instead of at my porn blog, but that blog is less personal than this one.  This is truly my home at Tumblr where you’ll get to know me.  As a matter of fact we had company last night which wouldn’t have appreciated seeing those erotic images so instead of being off-line altogether I hung out here…

Curiosity killed the cat…thank god I’m a dog person! lol
I was wondering where on this world do you call home?
hugs :):

Hi Missiongirl,

LOL….  Sorry it took so long to answer this, I saw it Sunday morning and figured I’d get a chance to answer it later but didn’t get back to Tumblring until today. Hope you don’t mind I’m answering this here instead at the adult blog, just this seems more appropriate answered here.

I live here in Andalusia, a historic neighborhood in Bensalem Township, Bucks County, Pennsylvania, USA, just Northeast of Philadelphia. Lived here for the last fifteen years, but this is only until the end of this month.  We’re moving up state to Schuylkill county, the country.  Trading in worries about the car being stolen (happened once with two failed attempts) or being robbed for problems with deer eating the flowers and bears going through our trash…oh, and snakes.

I’m a dog person too.  I love my pitty though it would be nice if this 60 pound dog realized she isn’t a lap-dog… ;) lol 

Yep, yep…don’t like to argue and love spending alone in my home (surrounded by nic nacs, my books and stuff)….hell, I can be totally alone in a crowded room.   

In Ojibwe (Chippewa) culture, a Dreamcatcher (or bawaajige nagwaagan meaning “dream snare”) is a handmade object based on a willow hoop, on which is woven a loose net or spider’s (asabikeshiinh) web. The dreamcatcher is then decorated with personal and sacred items such as feathers and beads.

A Dreamcatcher is hung above the bed as a charm to protect sleeping children from nightmares. As dreamcatchers are made of willow and sinew, they are not meant to last forever but are intended to dry out and collapse as the child enters the age of wonderment.  The Ojibwa believe that a Dreamcatcher changes a person’s dreams.  Luscious dreams pass through the center hole to the sleeping person. The bad dreams are trapped in the web, where they perish in the light of dawn.

While I don’t have one hanging over the bed I have several hanging about the house and one hanging from the mirror of my car (though I should never be dreaming there)….

Beautiful design luv!

I’ve been chatting with this one and that one here at Tumblr and seriously enjoying to get to know you (also getting to see you) and thought it was time to let you get a look at who you’ve been talking to….this is me. 

The goatee is now gone because my significant other hated it, see my beard hair is extremely coarse so would scratch the hell out of her face.  So I was given a choice, being able to have intimate (aka: sex) with her or keep the goatee and be celibate.  Let’s just say if there were an Olympic event for speed shaving, I’d be a triple gold medalist….LOL