Come ON! This is day five of 40 below or colder. What the hell? I'm cold. The dogs are cold. Sam's cold. The trucks don't run right (The F150 is pretty much dead for now)...I'd cry, but my tears would freeze! According to the weather service, there is no relief in sight. It's going to be cold forever. The 1,000-mile Yukon Quest International Sled Dog Race starts on Saturday and mushers from all over are here for pre-race festivities. Last night, Libby and I, who together have covered 14 Yukon Quests for radio and print media, went to Meet the Mushers. It's a chance for the general public to see their favourite dog drivers up close and personal. Libs and I went to mingle and visit with mushers, vets and race officials that we haven't seen since last year's Quest. I'm going to write a long feature on the race for Mushing Magazine, but I'm not going down the trail from start to finish like I usually do, as I have my own race to run. I'll drive up to a few checkpoints and then go to Whitehorse for the finish. Sam is going all the way from start to finish for the News-Miner along with a sports reporter. Tonight is the start banquet and then Friday night I'm hosting a Quest bonfire here at the cabin. Yes, it's going to be 40 below at least, but we'll stand around outside pretending it's not that cold. That's what we Alaskans do.I wanted to add this, below, to show that my blog has recently been rate PG. Huh? Come people, let's aim higher, god dammit! Let's swear until we see the coveted 'R.'
Boob, crap, damn.
Peace
UPDATE
OK, people, we're moving on up. Let's keep those curses coming!
UPDATE
WE MADE IT!
12 comments:
Fuck piss shit titty cocksucker.
Just doing my part.
Have fun at the Start banquet - I will live vicariously through you till the Quest makes it's way down here!
Hey, if you see a really long-haired (braided usually) scottish lass, say hi! That's one of my best buds, Laura! As a wanna-be-Quest-musher herself, she is following the whole race with the Quest crew. No doubt she will be spending most of her time at Cold Spot Feeds, haha.
Oh yeah - shit, bastard, and damn the cold to hell!
YEAH! Balls, pecker, cock-knocker...hooray for swearing! Sorry Gran.
Dammit it's colder than a witches tit up there, so sorry for you bastards...
I will never, ever fuss about my zero weather again here in Indy girl..brrr, it makes me cold thinkin' about that.
ca-ca
Yikes. But thanks. Son of a bitch.
mine is totally rated R. i cant believe i have a bigger potty mouth than you.
I think your Gran got this potty talk started with that pecker reference. Holy shit! I'm still laughing at that little exchange. Meanwhile, I'm cold and I don't like it.
Don't feel bad. I got a G rating.
Holy shit, my pool's fucking cold this morning! Just helping you out!
There's a friend of ours from Alaska visiting for two weeks and I fucking SWEAR she brought your damn freezing ass cold weather with her.
Oh well, it'll be back up close to 100 in a couple of days...
I got an NC-17 once without even trying... Although now it's probably closer to G.
Good job Mary, she X-rated for sure, especially with the titty cocksucker part :) Apparently all I had to do was say gun, dead, death a few times and now I am R rated (and I was talking about gun safety for crying out loud. Well, keep up the good work and don't let your pee freeze!!!
Gun, death, dead, killer, bullshit and FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK We sound like the girl with terrets from the Deuce Bigalow Male Gigalow movie.:)
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