Yesterday, Monday, ‘neckson was home sick, he had been since Friday. All his buddies in the lunch room started textin’ him around lunch time… It appears some fool decided to run nekkid through the school. Hey, I’m crazy, but yesterday’s high temp. was ’bout 25. I ain’t strippin’ down to make a statement anywhere but in the shower when it’s that cold…
When you say nothin’ at all. So get ready y’all. I’m ’bout to drop a whole lot of nuthin’ on ya. Here’s the lures I’ve snagged since my birthday. I know you’ve been diein’ to see ‘em…
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Yeah, this is all the stuff I’ve got to wait to use, or try out until spring… damnit I hate winter. I do.
Now, about my pig… he’s in the post below, and I can’t find him. Nowhere. Sneaky bastid… li’l pink punk. Let’s hope Teresa knows which hog is runnin’ the show now… Daytona is comin’.
arnold, arnold…, arnold!
ARNOLD, ARNOLD…, ARNOLD!!!
I lost my damned pig… anybody seen him?
If you run across him, tell him to come home. It’s time to eat.
‘Neck
I felt lucky this morning, and upgraded from WP 2.07 to WP 2.1, codenamed “Ella”, for Ella Fitzgerald. Well, most things went well, or appeared to, until I get home and want to take a stroll on down through the ‘roll…
‘Roll? What freakin’ ‘roll? It’s gone. A shell of what it was just 24 hours ago. At least she didn’t whack the Clan…
The contents of it still show up in my posting area, but they’re just not displaying right now. Went on strike I reckon. I’ll look at it and see if I can find anything in the “readme” stuff that might explain it, but I may have to call in a pro…
Update: I caught Ella, and got my ‘roll back, but damn is it out of order. Tomorrow sometime, I’ll get it back in order and hopeully fixed back right like it was.
Hell, somewhere ’round the weekend of my 45th birthday, I got my ass busy orderin’ fishin’ stuff off the internet. It was great fun. I’ve got 3 of 5, I think, packages I ordered over that weekend. They’re all hella cool. Some are kinda big, but, I guess I’ll just have to fish bigger waters this year. I’ll be honest. I ain’t felt this giddy since I signed up for one of them programs to sell flower seeds as a kid, and waitin’ to get rich once they came in the mail box… Now, I know that sounds strange maybe, but that was back in the day when they’d actually send you the merchandise to sell before they got their money for the said merchandise. Imagine me as a 6-10 year ol’ showin’ up on your front porch pimpin’ flower seeds to make your garden grow… Yeah, … it ain’t a pretty picture is it? But hey, at least I had the seeds on hand to sell. None of this order now, pay later stuff. That sucks. Them girl scouts got it rough I think. They gotta pimp them cookies. And let’s face it… those damned cookies damned near pimp themselves, but sometimes one of those little scoutin’ girls will show up, and I just don’t want to fill out the form, and wait for the cookies and the bill… 8 weeks later. If I’m fancyin’ some sweets, and the doorbell rings, and I’ve got some scratch, and she’s got some cookies for sale, … it’s a done deal. She’s happy, and has helped her troup out, and I’m gonna satisfy the cookie monster in me. Those peanut butter ones are good as hell, and those mint things in moderation ain’t bad neither. I don’t get many of those cookies anymore just ’cause of that reason. If I do, I usually buy them from somebody’s kid at work. The logistics of this order now, pay and collect later deal can be a bit of a pain in the ass for everyone involved. Let’s face it. If they were sellin’ pizza that would be delivered in 8 weeks… who the hell would buy it… Fuck it, I’d call Pizza Hut, or somebody that could get me one quick.
Now that was one helluva tangent to ramble off on… back to anticipation. I’m finding this to be a double tap anticipation. I get the anticipation of seein’ a box on the porch from the UPS man or from the mail man in the mail box when I get home from work. Gives me a reason to want to check the mail. If I needed any more reasons to want to come home from work thats ’bout as good as any I can think of at this point. It is cool. Kinda like Christmas as a kid… The second tap of the double tap is the anticipation of usin’ the lures come spring… I can’t wait. I wish I had an indoor swimmin’ pool to practice with ‘em in … that’s bad now… bad. My tub ain’t that big. Can’t cast the baits right. Ricochet off the tile and flyin’ hooks ain’t cool. Broken rods can be replaced by spring…
Here’s some things I’ve learned buyin’ bait on the internet. Most of ‘em are bigger when they get here, than they were on the web page you bought ‘em from. Trust me on that one. The money you save on the baits, you lose on the frieght. It’s a shitload of fun though! I swear, I can almost understand how a woman could have three hundred pair of shoes. Almost understand it now… Lately I’m lookin’ a 12 to 14 foot little boat to go troll stumps with… Hey, beats shore fishin’… You’d be, well, you might not be, but I was suprised at about what 8 hundo can get you in that price range… craig’s list is provin’ to be quite the classified source… That’s all for tonight, I’m wore out, and late gettin’ to bend. Midnight for a middle aged ain’t always a good mix. If you’re of the male gender, and you’ve ever had it “caught in the zipper” ala “Something about Mary”… I’m thinkin’/hopin’ this bait will impose that on a fish or two next spring/summer, and I hope I don’t get my willy ‘tweenst those blades while they’re in motion, or still, for that matter.
