wheeler to firecracker

Good morning; Spring is getting closer. Yesterday when Me and Flynn were out on our four Wheeler run. We run into a new problem. All the trails I use in the winter were hard packed and I could drive on top of the snow. Yesterday that snow was soft and I kept sinking in. Witch wasn't to bad in most palaces the snow is about two foot deep. But I did get stuck when I was just about to the top of Firecracker Mountain.

For those of you who don't know were Firecracker Mt. is let me explain. It's right north of town and you immediately start going up hill . On the really steep stretches the Snow is gone and it's all mud with rivulets of snow melt running through it. The mud is fun . I splash though it and right behind me is Flynn splashing through. We both have big smiles on our faces. Then we hit the two feet of snow, we both go belly up in it and slow down but we keep going, both with simile's on our faces. Oh ya' I was giving directions. North of town, up (Alyssa's, wolf howl hill), Take a right at the blue berry patch, follow that trail to the intersection of Diamond willow and Firecracker. Then take a right and one half a mile and your their.

Well we got to that intersection it the trail leveled out and the snow got deep. The start of our problems. We got stuck, I mean I got stuck. I managed to back to a muddy spot for a run. Boom I hit the snow again. I couldn't get through. I put Flynn on my lap I was afraid I'd run him over in all the back and forth ramming. That's when I found out how wet he was. Any way he fell off on the next ram. And we were barred, I had to dig out by hand, No shovel or help from Flynn. But we made it, I managed to get turned around ,and we made it home. A good time was had by all.

P.S. One day I'll have to tell you about Lissas wolf howl hill with a real wolf.

REBUMPBERD

Rebumpered
This is what my bumper looked like yesterday morning, oh ya their is no back bumper. So I went over to my friends shop and he welded a piece of bumper looking metal on it.

It didn't take to long and walla I've got a new bumper. I am now legal or at least close enough to it that the police won't stop me any more. At least not for that.

It looks pretty good don't it. It might be a little to Wide from side to side but not bad. I like it, and to think I was worried that it would make my truck look tacky. Thank you Jim.

One more thing. I told you I was having break probables. Well on my way home from Jim's I was just starting down main street of Tower and no breaks, none at all. I couldn't slow down I couldn't stop. The good thing was I wasn't going fast. I coasted the whole length of town to Bob's gas station. I was going slow enough to pull in. I pulled up to the pumps. Then I noticed parked their was A Highway patrol car "Oops". I went by the pumps at two miles per hour it wouldn't stop. Did I ever mention that the roller doesn't have an emergency break. So I slowly pulled through. Looking in the window at Bob's I could see Bob, Junior,Mike, and someone I didn't know. "Oh shucks" That's close to what I said, I gave it a little gas and back on the main street of town I was. But me being a lucky guy made it home, run into a snowbank in my back yard to stop myself. That's ware it sits right now wanting tell the parts store opens tomorrow. Today I'll have to walk to Bob's and try to explain why I slowly drove my and waved............He'll understand.

Congradulations Dani

I want to congratulate my granddaughter Dani on her honer role status. And I'd like to do it on this blog space because my spelling is so much better here. If I could have done as well as her in school I wouldn't have this problem now. Keep up the good work.
What else is new ? In a little wile I'm going to a friend's house and get my bumper fixed then I'll show you all a picture of it. The only problem is yesterday the breaks went out. I ordered the part I need but it won't be here tell Monday afternoon.
I guess that's the price you have to pay if you want to drive something as antique as the rusty roller. But it's so worth it when I get all the looks or admiration and stairs of envy when I drive by. When I see someone point and whisper behind his hand to a friend I just know he's saying " Boy I wish I had one of those".
Went to a boat show yesterday. A pontoon boat like the one I sold now cost $27,000.00 boy am I out of the loop. But it doesn't matter I've got a good boat I got from Sarah. I can hardly Wait to get it in the water.
Got to go I,m rambling.

TOWED ROAD TRIP

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well this one is . Becky came up to visit Allison me and grandma and Adam and kids in her new car right after it came out of the shop for some repair or an other, it's been in the shop a time or two in it's young life. The trip up was uneventfully , her time up here it run fine. But on the way home is when it all began. She got five miles on a two hundred and fifty Trip. It died along the highway, we towed her back to tower. We looked for a mechanic that could fix it, but it was a big job and would be expensive and take a long time.
What do we do? Then " just like in the cartoons a light bulb went off over my head." I could tow her home and the dealer she got the car from could fix it. Perfect idea, I just bough that truck in the picture and it's a good truck after all I payed $300.00 for it. We had a plane. So next the morning off we took. We were having a good time B.S.ing and singing songs. Then we hit the fifty mile line we held our breath ---------------------------------Then it was fifty one miles. A sigh of relief and on we went, More B.S. story telling and snaking, then the one hundred mile mark---------------------------whooooo we made it that's when we had to stop to restock on munchies and take this picture. Then it was two hundred we were in the city's I hate driving in the city's. We got lost on the main highway then we got lost on the side streets just to find the highway and get lost all over again. But after about fifty miles of driving in circles through the ghettos of Minneapolis and St. Paul we found the dealer she bough this lemon from.
We happily left them the car, got some directions and headed to Becks house in Wisconsin. No more B.S.ing song singing or story telling. Buck was in a loner car and I was following closely so I wouldn't get lost again, never though that Becky was probably lost.
Anyway we made it. We all had a good time on the road and with Livy and Scott. The next morning Beck and Scott had to go to work and live went to day care. So I headed my wonderfull truck north for a happily uneventfully trip home.
P.S. This truck doesn't have a name it's just known as the blue truck.

My girl Dani

Look what I found. I pictures of a pretty girl on a sunny day , in a bright green summer scene.

The date on the picture is May , It's almost April We're getting close to real summer....

Thank you for smiling so nicely Dani. See you later....

Love Grandpa

Fat grandpa and fairy prinses

This is fat grandpa and princes Livvy., Fat grandpa is the one with a hat on. And the fairy princess Livvy is the one sitting like a fairy princess. DA! This is one of the pictures on my camera. I love it I just wish my camera took better pictures .
I just got home from work. So now I'm off tell Saturday. I'm going to help Jim my boss delivering some furniture to his island place on Lake Vermilion in the morning, then in the afternoon we are going to weld some kind of a back bumper on the rusty roller. I hope that it dosen't take away from it's charm. Oh well I've got to get it in shape for my trip this summer.
Well I have nothing else right now and I have to go and fix flynn's Chan he broke it today on a failed attempt at freedom. He's getting bigger. Maybe one day the cat won't even laugh at him anymore.

I'm back

Hello I'm back , I just took a little vacation. I still don't know what to write about. But I got my camera back. Thanks for sending it Beck. The timing was good our old computer died and I lost all my old pictures so I'm stuck finding new one's This is a picture of my old hoola girl with the short skirt. I know it doesn't come out on the picture but her feet had to be glued together. So I fixed her up. Her name is Cumon Iwana Wana and she rides in the rusty roller. You've seen her sister Meto. You can't see it but this one has my name tattooed on right arm in a hart.

Oh ya Dani was right their was coyotes in town two years ago. A pack of seventeen. They killed six dogs scared a lot of people and had a school bus full of first graders surrounded at the school yard. Our sheriff had to call the police from Virginia and they came out and killed two and the rest run off. their still around. I'll tell you about them some day when I have more time.

And one more though. Its about dog's and language. My dog, dumb as can be, knows sit means sit. think about it I don't understand one thing he says . How can that be. And Irish setters can understand Mexican chihaua and German Shepard understand Scotch terrier. I couldn't understand a finish fisherman or a Iranian taxi driver.Maybe dogs arn't dumb animals.I don't get it.

In A Funk

I think he needs the * you owe it to your people* lecture. Does`nt he look like he`s in a funk?

A Hunting Story

I saw him through the glass doors, overlooking the back deck. The four kids were all playing on that deck.

He was walking slowly, shoulders

haunched, never taking his eyes from his prey, he looked like any predator would look. He was stalking my children, and this was not his first time. As i watched him come closer, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

Look at him and tell me he does not look like something the devil himself had sent.

His eyes glowed, his body was muscular , i could see them rippling, and he always put fear in my heart when i saw him through the trees. They called him Wolfgang. Fitting name don`t you think? His home was behind us, a mere 5 acres away. He was allowed to go anywhere he chose.

I quietly called the kids into the house, shut the glass sliding door, even though this did not persuade him to leave, i knew i had something that would.

Skip had recently purchased a 12-gauge shotgun for me, and i had practiced with it a time or two, it was the short period in my life i was going to become a hunter ...........of something. The kick of that old shotgun started me to rethinking my plan of becoming a country girl turned great white hunter. ( now you know where sulli gets her hunting addiction from)

Finally, i knew what i was born hunt. I was going to become a wolfgang terminator. That beast was going down! As god Is my witness! He would not eat my children one by one!

So just like in the movies, i ran and got my big ole shotgun, then i ran and got 3 bullets, incase i missed the first two times. I hushed the kids and told them to stand back. They huddled across the room by the stair railing at the front entry.

This was to be my shining moment, protector of my children, slayer of beasts! A story to tell my grandchildren, tell them what a brave woman their grandma was.

I opened the glass sliding door, and would`nt you know it, that demon dog was still there, waiting for me to let those 4 juicy kids outside. Ha, i was going to show him!

I loaded the gun with a bullet, I aimed the gun, looked the beast in the eye, and whispered, "take a step closer and make my day," Then i think i said, " Kiss your ass good bye wolfgang!" Just then i heard the children gasp, then hold their breath.

That`s when i remembered that kick, my bruised shoulder, that really really scary loud sound. I squinted my eye, and sighted him in, he did`nt even blink, the bastard. I turned my head slightly and saw 4 sets of HUGE eyes staring at me, waiting for the kill.

I looked back at the beast, stomped my foot, and yelled, "Oh No!! He got away!" He looked at me, turned slowly, and started off back home. I swear to God , he had a smile on that arrogant face!

I turned to the kids, and said, " Dang it, he got away! I`ll get him next time."

It was a few months later ole Wolfgang was found shot and killed in the woods. I swear , i did not do it. I wish i had, but damn, that is one mean kick to that gun.

I took the bullets out, much to the kids relief, and put the gun away, never to be used again.

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* This is a true story, but perhaps embellished just a tiny bit. And, Skip said i could write on his blog, and i thought this blog needed a hunting story.

STINK EYE

Stink eye in the morning.. I know how she feels. Today I have a day off so I was going to sleep in. But at 6:00 this morning my devil dog that I have to weak up every morning at 6:00 and bring in so he wont bark and wake the neighbors. Was out side barking his fool head off. But in all fairness I suppose he though I over slept. So his plan was to wake up the neighborhood and the phone calls from all the angry neighbors would wake me and he would be the hero. Boy I have a good cat.
OK enough stores for a wile. Two in a row was a bit mush. I'm going to considerate on taking good pitchers, like you guys are so good at. Yesterday would have been a good for that with all that sunshine. But I'll try again.
Oh ya I'm sorry my postings are at all weird times. I'd like to do them in the mornings every morning at about the same time. but this work thing kinda screws me up. I think I'll quit.

COREY'S PART TWO

Sorry I'm late with part two but here it is.

This story has a meaning. I could tell you but then you wouldn't get it. But if you get it I won't have to tell you.

-------------------COREY PART TWO---------------

I came by one evening and he didn't answer my shout. So, I knocked on the door, no answer. I looked through the window to see that his fire in the stove was out. Then I broke in, only to find old John wouldn't be telling stories anymore.

The sceme at the graveyard was like his life, sad and lonely. There was just the three of us, the grave digger, me and the preacher who said, "Don't worry about this man God cares." Then they put the cold earth over him and I thought I was alone.

I got up to leave and discoverd a woman standing beside me. I said, " If you're a relative, I just want to let you to know John was a friend of mine, and he died peacefully in his sleep." She said to me, " My name is Corey, and I'm just a friend." A shiver went down my spine and I remembered John saying "My Corey's coming no more sad story's coming."

Well that's the old man's story. I'm glad you came tonight because this railroad station gets a little lonely for me up here all by myself.

People wonder why a young man would live up here and work a job that pays so little. I confess I miss the old man a bit. But there is one more reason I stay up here at this depot.

Can't you see my Corey's coming, and I won't be telling any more sad stories. She'll be my midnight, moonlight, morning glory, and like he told me, that when she holds me she'll enfold me in her world.

-------------------------------------THE END---------------------------------

Corey (Part 1)

Old John Joseph was a lonely old man. He lived in a train depot in the rail yard just outside of town and, he lived their many years.

He has been their since the days when they had a lot of trains going thorough town. Now they are down to only one freight train a week. So old John had nothing to worry about but time.

I came by in the evenings to hear his stories, and hear about the places he's been, he'd just say "come in kid, let's see where should I start tonight". He would tell me stories of an existing past of travel and adventures. but he would always end with his story of Corey.

He'd would always say " My Corey's coming , There will be no more sad stories, no more lonely days or nights, and like I said before , when she holds you she will enfold you in her world."

I guess I was surprised by all the places he has been and all the things he has done. So I started asking around town if the stories were true. They told me, old John Joseph was born in this town and lived here all his life. No one could ever remember him being more then twenty five miles from his depot.

I checked around some more and found out he's never had a girlfriend let alone a wife, and no one by the name of Corey ever lived in this town.

END OF PART ONE-------------------------I'm going to try something different. I'm going to tell a story in two parts to keep from having to many words for some of my readers. I think it might be fun. I'll see you tomorrow.

Puff

Once upon a time their was a dragon.Yes a dragon and this might be a true story. This dragon over the years went by many names because dragons live for ever. His encounter and adventures change along with his name. This particular encounters happened outside of his cave in the land of Honah-Lee. A young boy by the name of Jakie Paper encountered this mighty beast wile walking along the ocean beach out side of town. When Jackie seen the dragon he was more in aw then scared, and the dragon was more like a big mean dog with a puppy. More curios then threaten. They both took a step backwards then slowly came closer to meet one another. Little Jakie Paper and the mighty rascal Puff over time became fast friends. They played hours on end. They flew through the sky and sailed on the sea as Jakie kept lookout on puffs gigantic tail. Noble kings and princes bowed when ever they came upon them. When they sailed over the ocean priate ships would lower their flag in fear when puff roared out and blew fire. Jackie would also bring presents to Puff not silver and gold but things like strings And sealing wax and other fancy stuff. But dragons live for ever but not so little boys. And so one gray day it happened Jakie Paper just quit coming to to see Puff. And puff was so sad he quit flying over the land and stoped his fearless roaring. He just hung his head in sorrow and went into his cave and was never seen again. Jacky paper went to collage and became a investment banker and eventually forgot he ever even knew a dragon. Puff is still wanting for another young imagination to find him.

the end

The story is about lost innocents not drugs

Good morning Tylan and every one else. Not much time you know I work. But I had to say Happy St. Patricks day. As you see my best grandson is wearing his green wrestling dudes and I'm wearing my green Ireland hat so we'll have a good day.I hope the rest of you will to.

Dog house

The first pitcher you see is what Flynns old dog house ,and he liked it just fine but it was a little tacky and he is getting better so today I went to Ely and bough him a new house to live in because he dose sleep outside. That,s not Flynn inside the house if you didn't notice that's Alissa pretending to be Flynn ((She's such a good actress)). Anyway I put his blanket in it and some dog food he went in ate the food so I though every thing was OK. Come night time he wouldn't go in and he drug his blanket out and was laying on it outside. So grandma being the softy that she is drug out his old doghouse so he could sleep in that. He's going to learn to sleep in the new house and like it. Them thinks ant cheep. And I though the cat was bad. KIDS!!!

Alyssas fish

got to love them summer days. First Pitcher is Alyssa was showing me she could out fish me with her eyes closed and with her good luck fishing rod. Next pitcher was her catch of the day. She cough many walleyes last year and she boated three smaller muskies between 2 and 6 lb. and one bigger one that broke her line and got away.We can hardly want for spring and the lake to open. I hope shes ungrounded by then. Another story "A dog poop throwing contest with her friend."

I'm going to Virginia this morning so I'll be trying for a new pitcher and I'll try to have the camera ready at all times so I don't miss anything. If I can get a pic. I'll wright again this evening hopefully with something new to say. HOW CAN I BE SO BORING

Hibbing V.A.

Hello all , No I didn't fall off the edge of the earth. I've been working I know it's no big deal for you guys to work and still have time for other things but I'm old and out of shape. So I get home from work and lay around on the coutch and try to stay awake until American Idle comes on.

I had to go to the doctor this morning for my monthly blood sucking. I took Adams camera along in case I came across something to take a pitcher of. First thing out of town "car in ditch" perfect car in ditch wrecker and two police cars but I wasn't fast enough. So grandma got the camera ready and here came the "snow plow" grandma got ready camera aimed ready steady here it came CLICK she missed she got a pitcher of the tail light. So we put it away tell we got to Hibbing. In the clinic I asked the nurse if I could take a pitcher of my arm with the needle stuck in it. She told me no. I couldn't belive it, she said it was "V.A. policy''. I don't know what they were thinking that I was with 20 20 or 60 minutes. They would just snuck a camera, or taped a mini cam to a rats forehead. Oh well on the way home Grandma took a pitcher of my hoola dancer Meeto Iwana Wana. So if I can get that pitcher to work we'll just half to look at her.

man at gastation

I still don't have a camera and I'm running out of pitchers.But I'll look again.

Ha I've got something to tell you. Now I think I'm a purity good person I'm friendly and I'm in tune with other peoples problems But today wile at the gas station I run into a friend well not really a friend I see him in passing a few times a year. I don't even know his name. But it's always "hi how are you" "fine how are you" Or "hi been fishing" "no but the weather is nice". You have that kind of friends to I'm shear, But today I say "HI how she going". And low and behold first sentence out of his mouth is His father just died, his fourteen year old daughter is pregnant and his wife left him. Woow what do you say to that. I was in a hurry I didn't have time for this and I'm ashamed to say I really didn't care. But being the nice guy that I am I say "gee that's to bad" but he keeps going on and on. I finally say "well I got to go". and leave as fast as I can. So the question is this ((( am I wrong for not caring and fleeing ))) or (((was he wrong for dumping his problems on me instead of just saying, "fine nice day isn't it".)))

The Working Man

I submit this pitcher as prove to the fact that I work sometime. It was going to be one week but today I find out it will be closer to three weeks. That's alright then I will work three weeks, I hope my back will hold out. I'm quite the wreck to.

The dog is getting better he knew he was in hot water so he's been extra good. Ok but I hope it will last although I know it won't. My sisters dog was also a bone head when it was young. It's a very good dog now. She told me the first three years are hard but then he got better. Three years!! I've got my vet Dr. Kevorkian on speed dial.

I'm writing this post this evening because in the morning I'm pretty rushed with drinking coffee and watching the morning news. And I should quit watching the news to. It is always the same anyway, employment is down, gas prices are up, gas production is down, housing forecloses are up, housing starts are down, cost of living is up, wages are down, Oh ya Bret Farv retired. Same old same old.

Have a good day

Baily

Another of grandpas angels and just like the others she can do no wrong.

Lot to say not much time. I have to work this morning. Yes work I try not to do to much of that but I work part time for Wrights custom docks. This time of the year I make decking for docks. It will probably be only a week or so but that's all I need for now. As soon as the lake opens I will be working on a 40 ft. barg in the lake putting boat lifts in the watter for Jim. I'll explain all that at some latter date. right now I've got to go.

dog do do

Cute ant they.. Wrong puppy's are evil. Mine is the worst if you don't believe it take him for a day and you'll see.

Yesterday morning Adam came over and we made a couple of dog kennels to put the in overnight We made them in my garage. Flyn was in trouble for something in the house so grandma tied him out. I being a sap felt sorry for him and brought him in the garage with us, I was afraid he would git hurt or eat something that would kill him. SO after five minuets I tied him out again. He pooped on the floor and we didn't know it until I stepped in it and tracked it all over the floor. but ha puppy's will be puppy's. When we were done I borough the kennel and the dog in the house as soon as he got in the house without worning he peed on the floor back out side he went. When he finished peeing and realized we wornt happy with him I brought him back in and put him in his new kennel to see what he though of that. He didn't like it one bit and let us know with an hour of uninterrupted barking then he pooped again and rolled in it. it stunk so bad I almost gaged. Grandma had to through him out and clean up the mess. When he was out he got in trouble at the neibors house,It was only noon and the fight was on and he was wining. That's the way my whole day went. until I went to bed and the puppy was in bed with me, The puppy peed again ON MY BED. If you think cute little puppy's come from heaven, I'm here to tell you one more day like yesterday and I will return this one.

And I picked him first ( the pick of the litter) HA!!! He dose know how to sit. Adams dog (The leftover of the litter) can sit, lay down, stay, fetch, he gets the papper in the morning and his sleppers in the evening, not only can he speek he can speek tn three languages, and when he has to go he askes for permision to be excuse. I know all this to be true becuse Adam told me,.

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i LOST MY POST

good morning . I JUST LOST MY POST AND I CANT FIND IT

my lost post

Good morning ; I'm glad to here at least some of you liked my story. My only negative comment was " I didn't read it, to Many words not enough pitchers". I suppose I could do a cartoon that really might be fun. But I think I could come up with a story once a week. Or maby put my twist on an old story like I did with Don Quixota. I could do a lot of the Because I know the real meaning behind most of the stories every told. Alice in wonderland ya that one is easy, Peter Pan, Alladin anything by the Grim brothers has a hidden meaning. NO I'm getting carried away. I really don't have anything to say today so I'm rambling sorry. maybe I'll post latter.

grandma found the lost blog

Don Quixote

Ok. I woke up this morning thinking about of all things Don Quixota . More then thinking about it I was feeling it. I think after 40 years I get it. So lets pretend you're five years old and I'll tell you a bed time story of Don Quixota.

Once upon a time in days of your when knights were bold and brave. They wore shining armor head to tow and road big war hourese called chargers. They spent their days fighting dragons and monsters. they protected the kingdom and most importing they rescued damsels in distress and damsels were always in desires. They were always locked in towers or being chased by witches or dragons. It was grate times but all to soon it was over. All of a sudan
all the damsels and princess were safe. All the dragons,trowels, and monsters of any kind were either dead or chased off. And all the knights were out of work. The kingdom was good, every one was happy. Meany years latter when the Knights were old and their armor was rusty from lack of use. One of the old knights his name was Don Quixota he had nothing to do but sit around the house all day, life was good but he wanted more. So one day he decided he was going to go on one last quest. He was hopping their was at least one more dragon for him to slay. So he bough an old skinny plow horse and got out his rusty armor and off he took. Everyone though he was just a craze old man who faintly lost it. The first person he met on his quest was a naboure by the name of Sancho. Now Sancho was a friend so he said he would go along and help Don as a squire and keep him out of trouble. So they road through the kingdom and every time they came to a windmill Don Quixota would see in his mind either a dragon or a giant with long arms tying to suat at him. And every time they came to a country inn he though it was a casal . But to make a long story short. This went on for a few years and one day wile battling yet another giant he was knocked off his mighty stead and died. The kingdom missed the caricature.

...................THE END..............

The moral of the story is crazy old Don Quixote died a happy a young hero fighting a giant, instead of an old man dieing of high cholesterol on his easy chair.

P.S. thanks for the header

laugh

good morning everyone needs a good laugh.

Diamond Willow

This is one of my hobby's that I've had a lot of fun with for the last few years. I make fishing rod handles out of a wood called diamond willow. Its a mutated form of willow that grows in the swamps around here. It just looks like scrub brush that's dying, not impressive at all, but once its cut, peeled, dried, sanded and varnished it's quite beautifull. I've made fishing rod handles by the hundreds. I've also made walking sticks, canes, lamps, pitchers and mirror frames, fillet knife handles;and numerous other things. I sell them and make enough to re buy my supplies and a little profit. I have fun doing it but I've been slaking lately. But now ice fishing is over so I'm going to have to get at it some more. I have some people wanting some itemss but not much. Just something I do.

road trip

Good morning. It's another beautifully day in Paradise. 18 degrees above and calm. Defiantly a day to play outside. I can hardly Wait for spring, winter seems to be running a little long this year. I would like to take a road trip this year. I think I'll pack up the rusty roller with sleeping bag and tent and see if it will make it to the coast. I bet it will of make it. Of corse grandma wouldn't want to go ((smart woman)) so I'll either go alone or take the dog. But before I can go I'll have to do something about the back bumper. I got stoped again last week for no back bumper. They are going to get series pretty soon. And oh ya I'll have to replace my leaky radiator . And maby put a muffler on it, I've wanted one of those for a long time. Then I'd be ready to go except for a break job, I've got three purity good breaks but I probably should have four good ones. But fix that and I will be on the road. Oh ya the windshield 0h I ain't going to get that picky I'll just tell the cops it just happened. And they can't see that the seat belt really don't work. Boy I can hardly want. I'll just go to the junkyard and get 2 or 3 spar tires to replace them as they blow out . It will be grate Ma by I could get someone to go along with me to share expenses. Anyone out thier want to go along with me. The winning candidate could bring the gas can and tow rope Oh ya and some tools just in case we might need them. And you would have to be able to sing my radio don't work that good. It'll be fun I can hardly want.

666

Now this is a face that every one could love. This is Livvy. This is who Bec said yesterday was sadistic..Will I'm here to tell every one she's perfect in every way,and we all love here to pics. But Beck said something about 666 on her head. I don't know what that means but I remember when Bec was a baby about two I noticed a mark on her forehead I looked closer then I looked with a magnifing glass and I seen the 666. I wasn't worried about it but the next doc. appointment I munched it. He said not to worry it was just a birth mark and would,d go away Or at least it was so small you couldn't see it. So that was the end of it. Tell now, that she brought it up, I got out pitchers of Livy and with my magnifing glass I could see it just like her mother, on her forehead their it was I still don't know what it meant so I went to see Becks old doctor. I was told that he died years ago He just started vomiting pea soup and his head spun off. weird! but I wouldn't worry. You could double click on this pitcher and see what I see.

Sorry about being late this morning but the dog was slept in the downstairs bathroom and I slept in.

tagged

Boy what fun! Did you see yesterdays responces. Ilove this.
O.k. I was tagged so here goes. I think this is right . so here goes.
"Will,the monks didn't pay of course, nor do the priory servants nor the villagers So it's just a traveling knight or a tinker every day or two.Then on holy days,when people come from all over the county to hear the services in the cathedral,we gather farthing galore.'
"It seems to me we might man the bridge on holy days only, and give you a fire out of the proceeds,"said Philip.
The book is (The pillar of earth) by Ken Follett . Set in the twelthe century . A rock cutter/mason just wants to make a cathedral and live his life.
Now that I've been duly tagged lets take to Jettie. Thanks for stopping by and I like your comment about puppy's and kids. Your right puppy's are like kids they pee and poops and gits into every thing and pees some more and wines when they don't get his own way, then they poops. All for 10% of the time when they are cute and cuddly and lovable. Do we do it for that 10%. No I think somehow we're sadistic saddest that are punishing ourselves.

day two

Good morning all you people of the world wide web. Well I published my first blog yesterday and I'm proud to say I had a good responds. First from my wife with wifely support then from my son who I had to call and shame into making a comment.

Adam brought his new dog over yesterday. Yes I said new dog . He went and got one of my dogs brothers. We might have to heir Suill to shoot us a fue deer for dog food or better yet teach them dogs to hunt deer themselves.

I'm still having trouble gutting a pitcher up. but I here grandma upstairs she'll help me. Still pitchers out of my files. but today I'm going out in the world with Allys camera.

new at this

This is my very first blog. I'll probably do a lot of things wrong at first, but I'm going to learn . And I'm going to prove to all naysayers that you can teach old dogs new tricks. I don't know what direction I will go in, but like most blogs I read, I will probably just try to brake down my day in a few sentences with some pictures. I know it isn't that easy for you bloggers because already I am finding it hard to come with anything. First I need a good camera. I have a cheap camera and it isn't even here, I forget it at Becks (((BECKY COULD YOU PLEASE SEND MY CAMERA TO ME?))) Next my spelling sometime is a little wack. And I have a stupid spell checker. It can't figure out a lot of my misspelled words. Mabe I'll have to up grade that to. Also I'll have to learn to get pictures out of my files without help from grand ma.

I have some pictures of the rusty roller in my files. It's my pride and joy .You can look at that. Just remember its been antiqued.