arguing with a tree
Ahh, Christmas time. It's that wonderful time of year when U of I sprays down every single tree on campus with crappy smelling chemicals in the hopes that the drunken frat boys (or lazy dorm residents) won't cut them down for Christmas trees. This of course means that jaws_of_fenrir and I just returned from chopping down our Christmas tree from the U of I experimental forest which is a good 45 minute drive from here. For the record, never taunt a cowgirl and the daughter of a logger. We have axes and rope and goddamnit, the wilds of Northern Idaho don't scare us one bit (however, the residents up by Potlatch who were quite possibly all extras in Deliverance are certainly a frightful bunch).
That said, I am an Amazon. jaws_of_fenrir's little white car got stuck about four billion times and thanks to my amazing muscles (and a lot of swearing) we got the fucker out. Yay for shoving cars both uphill and downhill. After that was done we stole across barbed-wire fences, over creeks, and finally cut down the mangiest looking fur we found. Of course, the only opportune time to do this is at midnight for we need the cover of darkness. HUZZAH. For a liberal, I am one proud tree-murderin' bitch (so shove that up your ass, all you SUV driving yuppies who want "recycled" cups for your fuckin' lattes).
That said, I am an Amazon. jaws_of_fenrir's little white car got stuck about four billion times and thanks to my amazing muscles (and a lot of swearing) we got the fucker out. Yay for shoving cars both uphill and downhill. After that was done we stole across barbed-wire fences, over creeks, and finally cut down the mangiest looking fur we found. Of course, the only opportune time to do this is at midnight for we need the cover of darkness. HUZZAH. For a liberal, I am one proud tree-murderin' bitch (so shove that up your ass, all you SUV driving yuppies who want "recycled" cups for your fuckin' lattes).