Tain't much going on

I cut my finger instaling a metal flap on the stove at the PBR.

Almost purposefully hit a spodestrian (you're welcome, cousin Luke- use at will).

Diagnosed an overheating problem on the car of a young lady at work.

Cleaned up a little for the Yooj coming to town tomorrow.

I have Theory of a Dead Man and Katie Perry fighting to become the supreme ear virus in my head.

I meant the thing about the teddy bear, well, Ted.

Gotta get this knife holder:

I love lazy fishing

Friday night I caught a channel cat using a treb and chicken livers. It was very hard to catch. What you have to do is bait and cast your line, then the pole in the rod holder and go up to the cabin to drink beer and watch the movie, The Big Labowski.

In the morning, there will be a fish on your line, and it looks like this:

gone fishing

Tomorrow and Saturday I'll be at the lake with cousin luke visiting John's lures.

I messages will be listened to when left on the phone.

Ah- Springtime

Springtime is when you don't have to have a raging fire on the back porch and then freeze as you pee in the yard.

God bless beer and good friends. One of which I have.

OW, FUCKITY-FUCKITY-FUCK-FUCK THAT HURT!

cut my finger with the hatchet last night while splitting shakes in the basement and now have a splint and a bandage on my finger.
No stitches, just a bit of blood.

I only had two beers.

I thought I typed like shit before.

kaboom!

I'm up here in Indy, and we picked up Cousin Luke's son's car. We at at Cheeseburger in Paradise for lunch and then got the car. We went to Crackers to watch some good comedy.
We had fun, and during the main event (after I cheezed of plenty of times) the main comic Tammy Pescatelli asked someone what the problem was, an a young lady at the table next to me said "Someone shit their pants."
She said "I smell it too!" and then went into a rant about smelling farts.

I stopped a comedy show and redirected the comedy.

I love me.

Time doth disapear

My older brother Darrell has a birthday Friday. If you want, e-mail or call him and let him know how happy you are that our parents were drunk one night in June 1970 that culminated in the bundle of whatever in March 38 years ago.

Like him or hate him, he does have a big truck, so he's somewhat useful.

hahahahaha

It's March 2nd, Damnit!

I was on the phone to the Yooj to make sure all is well in his homestead, as snow has a way of making trees take out power lines.

He and the fam are groovy, but while talking with him, I came off with this gem:

"It's March. There's snow in the Carolinas, and it's 17 defuckinggrees here. I'm driving up to Puxatawny, yanking Phil out of his hole, and kicking him in his furry little asshole."

My pepper seeds are starting to sprout on the dining room table, the fishing poles are on sale at K-mart, and I'm tired of hunkering down inside. I need spring.

These are called Peter Peppers. Cousin Luke and I got some seeds and plan on planting some of these in a flower pot in a prominent area of the local establishment of higher learning.

soon to be abuzz

Cousin Luke played hookey from work and was over at the house while it was warm out. He phoned and told me that the bees were coming out of the top and the bottom. Since the ones using the lower entrance were juveniles, it appears that they have over-wintered well.

If wondering what the significance of that is, remember that Ky loses about 30% of it's hives a year.

The super will go on in about a week, and then let the girls get to work. Hoeffenlich we'll get a fair amount of honey. Maybe we can keep the Yooj from sneezing his butt off when he's in the Ville.

This picture is not mine. I found it when I googled "honey super." this is what the frames look like.

I guess I'll build an igloo

I'm sick and tired of winter.

There is too much shit to get done to have to wait another month.

Four days left in February, then we get into the rainy season.

Why the hell are Cousin Luke's broccoli seeds already sprouting?

And I said STAY OUT

Don't illegally park where I work.
It's raining.
I have paper dots.

Boy do they stick.

I had a bad day yesterday, and today ain't lookin' too hot.
I told the floor staff that if someone came in complaining about that which I did, then come get me and stand back.

I love me.
Repeatedly

not much happening

Split, stacked and burned wood this weekend.

Planted pepper seeds yesterday.

Waiting for spring.

Where'd the cartilage go?

Cousin Luke and I cut wood and drug brush most of the weekend since we had good weather and they're starting to pick up ice damaged limbs today.



I woke up this morning and didn't want to move. Well, I wanted to move but couldn't muster the gumption through the pain.

After about twenty-five minutes in the shower my back started to feel better, and my knees stopped hurting. However, I have so many bruises that I thought I had broken a law in Singapore. That, and my arms are scratched up to where it looks like I tried to put a cat in a toilet (if you haven't tried that, hold a cat over the toilet and flush the crapper- make sure you're insured first).



Well, it wasn't all bad. CL and I drove to the U-boat to check for damage and found none. Beer was cold, and the water was up, so we got the worms out of the fridge and wetted a line. We said hi to the Yooj's lures and soaked up some sun.



My brother Darrel called last night and asked what the chance of feugo was at the PBR.

I told him none, and that I wasn't getting out of the chair for about an hour.



All-in-all not a bad day.

We've another 28 days of this

Then the month of 40-50 deg and rainy, then a week of spring and right on into summer.

Gotta love the 'Ville.

On turning over a new leaf

Last night when I got home and it was near Zero degrees that I would do some housework (vacuuming/laundry) in order to stay busy and warm.

It was during this odd episode that I learned three things:

1) At some point the light bulb at the top of the stairs shattered. Explains why there was glass in the carpet.
2) I only had six beers last night.
3) I dream funny when I'm allowed to sleep for sleep and not to sleep something off.

When I finally got out of bed at seven this morning after tossing and turning for about 45 minutes I started thinking about maybe curtailing the libations so that I could get better sleep, which would mean I could wake up refreshed, which would mean that I could get more productive stuff done (because I came to work earlier I was able to miss Owen Bennett Jones on BBC America- I'll take that as a plus).
After much pondering I decided one thing:

I have to put a new bulb in the light at the top of the stairs.


In other news- I spoke to Janey-Janey-Fo-Fanie yesterday, and she said that where her boyfriend in Ottawa lives it was 15deg below.
F that man. Remember Woody Guthrie's ribbon highway? Take that sonovabitch somewhere south!

I'm not waiting on a lady...

And I'm sure not waiting on a friend.

I'm waiting to get a TOC so I can set up a book and do some more printing tomorrow.

There goes getting Sunday off.

Thanks.

In other news, now that I have time:

Remember that cool goatee I had?

Gone.

I was blowing on the coals in the stove to get 'em cooking, and one of the pieces of redwood popped into the hair on my chinny-chin-chin and got it to going.

I first swatted at it with my hand, but resorted to dunking my chin in the water bucket next to the stove to put it out.

Ouch.

In front of the mirror I tried to trim it even, but to no avail. It burned from the middle to the left, so off it came.

Maybe that's my New year's resolution. Not to shave and see how long I can get it.

I'm not sure about the hat and the curly side-burns.

It's almost over

I might get Sunday off!!!

Holy-shmolly

UL 74

UK 70

It sounded on the radio like a foul-fest, which means the teams weren't allowed to play like the ACC thugs do.

I do wish that the Cards and the Cats were in the same conference so that they could play each other again during the season.

An interresting thought

Now, I realize that with the cheap pieces of crap that come from China these days and time restraints that this isn't always possible, but doing for yourself has its merrits and gives a feeling of pride.

I saw this on a website a while back, but I saw it today in the folder and it got me to thinking after talking to a bunch of people in my family.

Bah, Humbug

One of the best Christmases of my young adult life.

Quiet morning, a good dinner at my cousin's house, then we drove to the U-boat in Boston and drank some beer and checked the place out.

Had a fire that night and my brother came over.

Easy-peasy- japanesey.

Back to the grind.