tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101358762024-03-14T11:58:34.521-06:00SNAGLEY snagley SNAGLEY or (TRI SNAG)its time to compost your turnip greensBO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.comBlogger502125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-50001093555634512472009-02-24T17:35:00.003-06:002009-02-24T17:37:59.709-06:00frog with 5 leggs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TL8mAwDpbkkorhUzhgvJsEei_wZWxDmEwaGGYLtOpN9B4k2c_VdjpPMF2a6XiYlUv-HMgjC4AFXOJHjbwOw95t529_VGqStN8GbKPdYRF27SLvlNPAMHwOW55f-miJsqVsYoXw/s1600-h/frog.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TL8mAwDpbkkorhUzhgvJsEei_wZWxDmEwaGGYLtOpN9B4k2c_VdjpPMF2a6XiYlUv-HMgjC4AFXOJHjbwOw95t529_VGqStN8GbKPdYRF27SLvlNPAMHwOW55f-miJsqVsYoXw/s400/frog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306511790318576482" border="0" /> </a><br />Please count the number of legs on this frog,<br />that's right thrill seekers 5.<br />this was found in my yard.<br />one of those hands is mind.<br />Snagley out.<br /><br />Oh, i am back.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-81049964081554214852008-12-23T15:01:00.002-06:002008-12-23T15:04:38.451-06:007 quirky things about SnagleyGot tagged by <a href="http://kelwhy.blogspot.com/">Kelwhy</a><br /><br />7 quirky things about Snagley<br /><br />1. Every screw head in my house office workshop is aligned the same way. As a matter of fact every screw head I come in contact with is aligned the same way, vertically. It used to be so bad that I carried a Swiss army knife with me for the express purpose of aligning screw heads.<br /><br />2. I collect pictures of nuclear explosions.<br /><br />3. I memorized pi to the 100 decimal<br />3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307816406286208998628034825342117067<br /><br />4. I prefer to start fires using flint and steel.<br /><br />5. If I am wearing pants I have a pocketknife with me.<br /><br />6. If I go into a bathroom in some ones house I always check behind the shower curtain to make sure someone is not in there, before I make use of the facilities.<br /><br />7. I can at recollect verbatim almost every conversation I have ever had with anyone. This goes back to when I was 4 years old. I can remember the exact words of conversations I had with almost everyone<br /><br />Snagley out.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-4662850135713707282008-12-23T10:12:00.003-06:002008-12-23T10:16:27.339-06:00Merry Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-wtcpKLyBVgVhpB67Olzrj2bpQCkifOY_LjmaTLYsZEgFAqA3SHN0L1_umiAJLczcneUm7mcoaDDdm86uf6efpSI77dzQcmhzctyUzTkvZJG-QJmr4PdyqVTXxDR2zT1lGq4A4w/s1600-h/grinch_santa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-wtcpKLyBVgVhpB67Olzrj2bpQCkifOY_LjmaTLYsZEgFAqA3SHN0L1_umiAJLczcneUm7mcoaDDdm86uf6efpSI77dzQcmhzctyUzTkvZJG-QJmr4PdyqVTXxDR2zT1lGq4A4w/s400/grinch_santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283019378772056194" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ></span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Merry </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Christmas</span></span><br />and to those atheists out there who are easily offended.<br /><br />It's JESUS BIRTHDAY<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MUUHAHAHAHA</span>.<br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Snagley</span> outBO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-649844230833256482008-12-06T05:04:00.003-06:002008-12-06T05:07:02.265-06:00pearlWell there she is Pearl<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2KgfrNikg58lsDg29cVQc57fncFsNOgAIhKMkOby_UMTZTjPkaDZ6olUimOd-rpsJ6IDMP8EKFd3RnZ0eyz9ZD4upPBxR4Np517yAVZuXpvZibZOuFlOaXuJ7qoLJI_o56U40Q/s1600-h/our+house+044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276631597321125010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2KgfrNikg58lsDg29cVQc57fncFsNOgAIhKMkOby_UMTZTjPkaDZ6olUimOd-rpsJ6IDMP8EKFd3RnZ0eyz9ZD4upPBxR4Np517yAVZuXpvZibZOuFlOaXuJ7qoLJI_o56U40Q/s400/our+house+044.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-41338731845278112812008-11-25T09:02:00.002-06:002008-11-25T09:02:55.482-06:00Ode to Fuzzy BritchesFor those of you thrill seeking Snagley followers, who did not know,<br />My son at one time had a chicken named Fuzzy Britches.<br /><br />Poor Fuzzy was not a normal chicken; she never matured properly and always was a little off.<br />Her beak overgrew into a huge overbite that I had to routinely trim in order for her to eat, Her toenails would overgrow to the point she could not walk if I did not trim them.<br /><br />She was blind in one eye and could not see out of the other. Her feathers did not mature properly and left her with fuzz around her behind and legs thereby bestowing her moniker of Fuzzy Britches. She never laid an egg.<br /><br />On a normal farm she would have been chicken and dumplings, at my place she became a pet.<br /><br />The kids would carry her around under their arms, and in baskets, in the little red wagon, and I swear Son #2 carried her around as he rode his bike through the yard.<br />We built Fuzzy her own pen so the other chickens would not kill her, (chickens are mean).<br /><br />Alas, one day I went up to her pen to distribute the morning corn, and she was dead as a hammer. As I explained to my distraught son, “sometimes chickens die”. A funeral followed with long mournful eulogies.<br /><br />Since then we have acquired a white bantam hen named Pearl. Son #2 has had quite a time keeping this one alive. He had to beat a Red Tailed Hawk off of pearl with a stick, so pearl now lives in a cage on my back porch. (You might be a redneck if)<br /><br />Pearl is a little larger than a pigeon, they have tamed her to the point she will sit calmly in your lap as we sit in the swing. Quite cool.<br /><br />You ought to hear the story of Son #2 fighting a hawk with a stick, quite entertaining.<br /><br />Snagley outBO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-55675817324297969002008-11-24T09:16:00.002-06:002008-11-24T09:19:05.716-06:00Blimpton T PettifoggerI am sorry i have not posted in a while.<br />I am struggling with some personal issues that I am not at liberty to discuss at the moment and it has me not feeling exactly creative lately.<br /><br />in light of that why don't you please ask me some questions and i will answer them honestly.<br /><br />either that or i can revert to posting pictures of cats.<br /><br />your choice.<br /><br />Snagley out.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-34163556147049782092008-11-04T11:49:00.005-06:002008-11-04T11:51:43.974-06:00I voted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDREDAIA2ncCypORkYLlnzXaxnf0sC4QggGN-0Mdn9iGBch1AyemV6I6OKF3FRzIWDfyYBOGJRCVk-r2MBaWL29NzHAZeGC-EHsxVNGzf14O0nMLrnMVlRhIsNhgNHxm0vzfPIuw/s1600-h/I+voted.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDREDAIA2ncCypORkYLlnzXaxnf0sC4QggGN-0Mdn9iGBch1AyemV6I6OKF3FRzIWDfyYBOGJRCVk-r2MBaWL29NzHAZeGC-EHsxVNGzf14O0nMLrnMVlRhIsNhgNHxm0vzfPIuw/s400/I+voted.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264861233996189266" border="0" /></a>BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-89237241399580176112008-10-31T18:37:00.003-06:002008-10-31T18:39:52.613-06:00free catI find it hart warming to see generosity in people today.<br />Give Give Give its the battle cry of a generation of sacrificial givers.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFaIxpjQ8CK4eKzbbTCwRr6cqBI-ayAXMjvKhOuabHx4_O2ENLooeO3F8aJM2NMd0wIZkaSHqI0ZjdPkXpYLAs6Mj43kuTilqhwB4vo0J-sJ4SmwEEqTqaj_qCaKBvQhDmmGD3Q/s1600-h/Free%2520Cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFaIxpjQ8CK4eKzbbTCwRr6cqBI-ayAXMjvKhOuabHx4_O2ENLooeO3F8aJM2NMd0wIZkaSHqI0ZjdPkXpYLAs6Mj43kuTilqhwB4vo0J-sJ4SmwEEqTqaj_qCaKBvQhDmmGD3Q/s400/Free%2520Cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263481866830134354" border="0" />Snagley out.</a>BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-9821694346141674282008-10-27T12:21:00.001-06:002008-10-27T12:22:29.742-06:00newsI understand<br />Snagley, quit your blathering and talk about chickens.<br /><br />I built the chicken coop out of untreated oak 4x4s.<br />The reason I did this is because I had an overabundance of untreated oak 4x4s and absolutely no treated 4x4s. After 4 years they rotted off at the ground.<br /><br />When the coop actually fell in all the chickens escaped and began feasting on my turnip greens. I was at work and the kids rounded then all up and stuffed them into the northern annex until I can rebuild. No chickens were injured<br /><br />I have salvaged 4 treated 4x4s from an errant rose trellis and plan to rebuild with them.<br /><br />The hens are about to go through the molt, this is when they loose their summer feathers and gain winter feathers. They stop laying eggs completely at this time.<br /><br />A little chicken trivia here for you non-agricultural city folk. Chickens do not urinate. Bet you did not know that.<br /><br />In other news I have decided to run naked in the sweet dew of the morning until we are independent of foreign oil, have a safe cigarette, and find a cure for the common cold, or until I forget to get up early to do it. I will keep you updated.<br /><br />In other news.<br /><br />I have a serious question.Why don’t we offer a 1billion dollar award for the first car company to come up with an alternative energy vehicle that will hold 4 people to 70 miles per hour for at least 4 hours and cost less than $19,000.00. I think that would grab their attention.<br /><br />The government spends that much per year on toilet seats, hammers and paper clips.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-82543607166798165312008-10-24T08:41:00.001-06:002008-10-24T08:42:35.560-06:00what i dont like about myselfI am getting older and as I do I am discovering thing about myself. Some of them I like some I don’t.<br />As time passes and we get older we see ourselves as mortal. This causes us to take a look at our lives and see where we are and where we want to be, and what we want to do with what we have left. Its not a bad thing unless it brings about impulse buying and drastic life changes that injure the ones you love.<br /><br />I am going to post today about things I don’t like and tomorrow things I do like.<br />Things I don’t like include but are not limited to.<br /><br />1. My inability to get to know people on a more personal level.<br />2. My lack of concern for the poor and down trodden.<br />3. My nature of political cynicism.<br />4. The fact that I do not call my extended family often.<br />5. I don’t study more.<br />6. I am not a very good friend to people who know me. Mostly due to my being an introvert and partly due to being self-involved with my family.<br /><br />If you take most of the stuff I don’t like about myself it stems back to basically I am selfish. I want my family circle to be happy and I want to bask in the warmth of their love. What I need to be doing is extending that out to others.<br />Not particularly proud of that.<br /><br />The other think I don’t like about myself is I don’t drive a <a href="http://www.linternaute.com/auto/salon-coupe-cabriolet-2005/reportage/images/lotus%20elise.jpg">lotus elise</a><br /><br />In other news<br /> The Chicken coop fell in and I have not fixed it yet.<br /><br />Snagley outBO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-79668083503580798792008-10-13T11:19:00.000-06:002008-10-13T11:20:52.716-06:00Lyman and the ChainsawThere is a local idiot in my neighborhood.<br />I shall withhold his name in the odd chance that he learns to use a computer, we shall call him Lyman.<br />He cuts trees for a living.<br />If you have a tree that has fallen he will come out to your house and cut it up for you. Part of his deal is he will sell it for firewood.<br />I had just such a tree. A Sweet gum tree that fell and I needed it to not be there anymore. So I called Lyman, he showed up with a cross cut saw. The following conversation ensued.<br /><br />Me: Lyman why in the name of Bert Parks are you using a cross cut saw to cut up that tree.<br /><br />Lyman: I tried a chain saw once and I can cut 5 times as much wood in a day with the cross cut saw as I can with a chain saw.<br /><br />Me: Lyman that is impossible.<br /><br />Lyman: no really I still got the thing in the truck. Chain saws are overrated, I cant get the thing to cut worth a toot.<br /><br />Me: Lyman, go get your chain saw let me take a look at it.<br /><br />Lyman: Ok, here you go.<br /><br />I grab the saw switch it on and yank the cord. It powers up immediately I rev the motor a few times<br /><br />Lyman: What’s that noise.<br /><br />Snagley out.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-51096492978195357142008-10-06T10:44:00.000-06:002008-10-06T10:45:27.452-06:00more newsI was built a compost bin Saturday. I built it out of wooden pallets. 4 tied together.<br />Then one layer of rotten hay followed by one layer of green plant material followed by another layer of rotten hay then followed by a layer of chicken poop (provided by resident chickens) followed by another layer of hay followed by a good soaking by the Snagley well pump.<br /><br />The chicken coop fell in Friday. So I moved them all to the annex while I repair the coop. Saturday the boys and I disassembled the main coop and dug up some treated 4x4s that I was using for a rose trellises. I did not use treated timbers the first time around, as I did not have any treated timbers. And wood true to its nature rots in dirt water and chicken poop.<br /><br />In other news,<br /><br />The CPAP seems to be working.<br /><br />I have some pepper sauce made out of some chili peppers from the garden. It is slightly hotter than the surface of the sun, very good on turnip greens. Which I might add are coming in quite well.<br /><br />I am taking a class on reformed theology, quite interesting stuff, John Calvin, Martin Luther, Westminster Confession of Faith etc. These guys had a lot to say. Unfortunately they did not write it in, what I would term, the most captivating prose. Nonetheless, I am reading it and trying to absorb what I am reading.<br /><br />I have a question I would like to ask you.<br />How much time did you spend as a child out side playing, and if you have kids how much time do they spend outside playing.<br />And do you discourage your kids from getting dirty<br /><br />I spent almost all of my time outside summer and winter.<br />My kids do not spend as much time outside as I do but I would estimate on weekdays 4 to 5 yours and 5 to 7 on weekends.<br />I don’t care if they are dirty or not as long as they take an occasional shower<br /><br /><br /> Snagely outBO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-39218607788095782152008-09-30T07:37:00.002-06:002008-09-30T07:38:17.963-06:00answers to questions1. Chickie, I have no birthmarks. I do wish somone would take them.<br /><br />2. Christoph About 3 years is the max. Yes most of the chicken you get in stores is 6-months old or less when they get old they get stringy and chicken salad or dumplings is about all they are good for. If you tried to fry an old chicken it would be like trying to eat a piece of tractor tire.<br />My dream tractor would be anything brand new, but I am trying to find <a href="http://www.usfarmer.com/equipment/showlisting.htm?id=205016">a Ford 8N</a>. They were made back in the 1950s; they were overbuilt so they are still reliable and not too hard to find parts for. The one in the link is in Nevada so that does me no good.<br /><br />3. Christina LMT We have had chicken funerals (very sad) but I don’t have room for 17 chickens + 20 more. Chickens can be mean and the older hens would kill the newer chicks.<br />I dated my wife for 6 months then asked her to marry me then waited 9 LONG months for the wedding. Once I got to know her, I new I wanted to marry her. If you got to know her you would love her too.<br /><br />4. Chuck no commentBO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-43920172234519428482008-09-29T13:01:00.000-06:002008-09-29T13:02:24.118-06:00News.<strong>From Snagleyshire<br /><br />I took the garden down Saturday and Sunday cleaned up around the place.<br />The cubs are coming for the day this weekend and I want the place looking nice.<br />The adoption is going. We expect a call from a social worker this week.<br /><br />Our turnip greens are up. And our chickens have stopped laying. They are getting too old.<br />I am going to get some new chicks in the spring and start over; the big question is what will I do with the old ones. They are too old and tough for much. I may see if I can find a petting zoo or something that wants them. If I clonk them on the head I will have to pay a lot for child therapy.<br /><br />I am now using a CPAP machine at night. I think it is helping but it is too soon to know for sure.<br /><br />My oldest son found a 10’ bullwhip at the feed store and bought it in a euphoric rush of Indiana Jones fervor. That is a hoot. He has a black cow boy hat and that whip and plays Indiana Jones all the time its fun being a kid.<br /><br />I need a tractor, but I can’t find one that I can afford. It’s a pain in the butt being poor. If any of you have a tractor that you need to find a good home for let me know.<br /><br />This year the garden was a big success. We had tomatoes, peppers, squash and zucchini to excess, peas, green beans, eggplant, watermelon, okra, and for the first time in a long while sweet corn. We have a freezer full of veggies and a cupboard full of canned stuff and jellies, etc.<br /><br />I love pickled green tomatoes, my old college buddy Chuck was gifted a jar last year and I think he likes them too. If I ever see him again I will give him another jar.<br /><br />The hay cutters came and cut the hay, it looks good when its cut.<br /><br />In other news<br /><br />Coming up next post 10 things about Snagley<br />You get to choose the 10 things<br />Go get to voting.<br /> Snagley out</strong>BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-66643607750123571142008-09-15T08:47:00.005-06:002008-09-15T09:25:26.730-06:00level 7as some of you may have recently read.<br />I Bo Snagley have been declared level 7 wizard by the local chapter of wizards, mugwumps, non-tooth but very masculine fairies, and assorted scum.<br /><a href="http://candclo.blogspot.com/">Christoph</a> has chosen to make note of this on his blog. thank you Christoph.<br />I had to eat a plate of dried ladybugs. (quite tasty) to have this honor bestowed upon my humble noggin.<br />Thanks o'pleanty.<br /><br />Snagley out<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3REd-BhMaDFesot3icish5vjc55jiwbgpgvAbRm72CEx31ZVnAgylqkhsDFjfIyNi6dffoNs9vp1ZhX2PWZKVJMYkSm2lmh_Ty0QogfTiH8w-pGH61lA5kjrTbBmiH8dQDCymw/s1600-h/dried+ladybugs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246261357919396642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3REd-BhMaDFesot3icish5vjc55jiwbgpgvAbRm72CEx31ZVnAgylqkhsDFjfIyNi6dffoNs9vp1ZhX2PWZKVJMYkSm2lmh_Ty0QogfTiH8w-pGH61lA5kjrTbBmiH8dQDCymw/s400/dried+ladybugs.jpg" border="0" /></a>BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-49446766669216132182008-09-09T08:02:00.002-06:002008-09-09T08:03:46.372-06:00Luann for PresidentGood grief. <a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/luann/">Luann is getting a tattoo</a>.<br /><br />I thought that the republic was in trouble when we have McCain and Obama running for<br />Neither of which I would put in middle management.<br />Frankly I think the worst thing for us is if either of them wins. Obama is proving to be a typical political liar, and McCain is no better.<br /><br />Both flip flop dependant upon which audience they are speaking to. And please don’t try to defend either; it is a sad commentary on our nation when public liars are our only choice.<br />I know some of you will say, “Well they all do it, whatever it takes to get elected.”<br />I am tired of that. I want someone with integrity I want a yes to be yes and a no to be no. I don’t want to debate the definition of “is”.<br /><br />Please write this down, we will not be better off in 4 years than we are now. That says nothing for our current administration. I think history will decide about Bush, I don’t think he is as great as his ardent supporters say or as bad as his detractors. The statement that we will not be better off in 4 years is a sad commentary on Obama and McCain and our lack of choices for the next election.<br /><br />I think Luann would be a better choice<br /><br />Back to Luann, her brother, Brad, got a tattoo. That Toni Daytona girl pressured him into it. So now Luann thinks she needs one too, as she said to be unique just like everyone else.<br /><br />What’s next Ziggy growing a goatee, Dagwood wearing crocs, Garfield goes vegetarian.<br /><br />Snagley out.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-61673848472939095782008-08-26T07:56:00.001-06:002008-08-27T06:52:07.333-06:00Fred and the CoyoteUncle Fred sat in his rocker in his house beside the barrel stove he used for heat. His foot neatly in a cast was toasting nicely in the heat of the stove. Atop his cast was a red stocking cap after all it was the Christmas season.<br />The cast was a gift from me to him, or so was his ongoing claim. Truthfully he fell off of his old pickup truck while cutting mistletoe out of an oak tree for me to sell at the local feed store. He was not pleased with me at the moment, but with the aid of a quart of home brew he was sleeping well.<br /><br />As I walked the old road to his house pulling a little red wagon my mother had loaded with food for Fred, I saw a coyote. He could not see me as I was walking in the deep ditch only my head was exposed. It was lots easier to avoid getting hit by a car, or beaten senseless by the Bickerstaff boys, if you could dive into a ditch at a moments notice, granted it was difficult pulling a wagon but I was 13 what do you expect. The coyote was running as if he were late for an appointment with his sweetie. He did not see the mail truck coming and was run over. This is very unusual for coyotes. They are usually very solitary animals and would not venture near the road; also this road only saw a motorized vehicle once a day on a good day, this must be a dumb coyote.<br /><br />I walked up to the Coyote and noticed that, other than a little blood around its mouth it was in great shape. My plan was to give the Coyote to Uncle Fred, he could sell the hide and would not be mad at me any more. I loaded the Coyote up into the wagon and drug it along.<br /><br />When I got to Fred’s house he was asleep in his rocker his foot propped on his kitchen table snoring blissfully, his wood stove was popping and sizzling and a pot of coffee was warming atop.<br /><br />I decided that a great surprise for Fred would be for me to put the coyote on the table so he would be able to see it when he woke up. As is the nature of 13-year-old boys, I decided that it looked to dead just lying there so I picked up a box of wooden matches and put them under his chin. The coyote still looked to dead, so I took two matches and put them under his lips on each side so that he had the look of a snarl. I wanted Fred to be surprised so I went outside to wait and see how surprised he would be.<br /><br />I went outside and started whittling a stick, as was my common practice.<br />Soon I heard the sounds of surprise, it manifested itself in the form of profanity. I shall paraphrase it for the sake of our more gentle readers.<br /><br />“What in all tarnation dingbat dang, aaaaaggghhh get away from Meeeee you unpolished son of an English muffin”.<br /><br />Then the door burst open Fred was on crutches they looked like a windmill in a tornado. He shot straight out of his shack and straight into his outhouse. There he stood peering out of the Half moon window on the door, his stocking hat covered toe hanging out the door.<br /><br />Then, to my great surprise, out walked the coyote. He was chewing on a match, shaking his head. Either trying to shake off a bad headache, or in wonder of the spectacle he had just beheld.<br /><br />It was about that time that I remembered that I had matters of great concern that required my immediate attention elsewhere. So I left.<br /><br />Fred, not being one to appreciate a 13-year-old boy releasing a live coyote into the shack of an old man with a broken leg, was not quick to forgive me.<br /><br />But as we all know time heals all wounds and soon we were hunting together again. But he always made me walk in front of him from then on.<br /><br />Snagley out..BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-78684961053016761242008-08-22T12:08:00.001-06:002008-08-22T12:10:04.796-06:00Chuck NewsCHuck news.<br />as you all may have known Chuck who used to blog all the time is a friend of mine.<br /><br />In his absence from blogging he has been ordained as a minister and is contemplating leading a cub scout den.<br /><br />when you get up off the floor please drink some cold water.<br /><br />Snagley out.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-50256361352843533542008-08-15T15:50:00.000-06:002008-08-15T15:51:13.055-06:00Mad RantI am a simple man, I don’t deny being one, I revel in it.<br />One of the things that I don’t understand is people like this <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/15/cult.leader.release/index.html">jerkwad</a>.<br />If you read the article you will read of a man who advocates having sex with children as a form of religious expression.<br />My soft spot, other than my wife, is Children.<br />Leave them alone.<br />Every year I hear of some new “religion” either bigamously having child brides or some other perversion with children.<br />This sort of thing is what the death penalty should be used for.<br />Why this man is being allowed release from prison is beyond me.<br />He will be back in soon, but which of our children will be sacrificed to see that it happens. I am not willing to sacrifice mine.<br /><br /><br />Children are to be protected and cherished not objects of perverted desire.<br /><br /> A sickened Bo Snagley out.<br /><br />P.S. Yall were no help with the snakes.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-13682834395836807632008-07-30T08:14:00.000-06:002008-07-30T08:15:49.425-06:00Snakes, beans, and onionsSon #2’s gift with animals does not, as it turns out, include snakes. He looked into the hen’s nest and found a 4-foot garter snake looking for mice and had a conniption fit.<br /><br />Can’t say that I blame him, old no shoulders and I have not had a long and illustrious friendship. (Sounds like a Bo Snagley childhood post in the making) My wife verified the existence of said snake, it would seem now that I have a new job of snake eradication. I don’t particularly want to kill the snake, snakes eat mice and I have an overabundance of mice. However, I don’t want to be the one who has to feed the chickens and gather eggs henceforth and forever, that’s one of the reasons I had kids.<br />Ideas anyone.<br /><br />In other news,<br /><br />We are harvesting our green beans. Son one, Son two, daughter and I picked one third of a row and got 6 market baskets full. The row is 70 feet. We are getting lots of tomatoes and more peppers than we can handle. We have started leaving squash and zucchini in the cars of people that foolishly leave their windows open. And, believe it or not gentle readers we have corn this year. We got maybe a quart of blueberries this year the rest got eaten by marauding children. But a coworker gave me 3 gallons, which we froze.<br /><br />We went to the farmers market and bought some peaches for our peach salsa and some for pies. We found some clear seed peaches for 5 dollars per basket; we bought 9 baskets and had some pies. The kids have lots of t-shirts with peach juice stains on them, but that’s what childhood is for.<br /><br />We also bought 20 pounds of Vidalia onions and then were gifted with another 20 pounds of Vidalia onions from a friend. 40 pounds is a lot of onions. If you are not familiar with Vidalia sweet onions you should familiarize yourself, the best application is a cross section applied to a home grilled hamburger.<br /><br />Well thanks for the comments on the previous post. I will try to post more often.<br /><br />Snagley out.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-14008804913712181002008-07-23T15:31:00.000-06:002008-07-23T15:32:47.208-06:00Ask Snag and NewsLatest news update<br /><br />I have not posted a lot lately.<br />My pleasure from posting has come from telling stories that are all flawlessly true from my youth.<br />But when I post these I get no comments and frankly they take a lot of energy to write.<br />I used to joke with Chuck back when he was around that I could post a picture an ingrown toenail and get tons of comments but pour my energies into a story and get Bubcus.<br />I have started telling about news from Lake Snagley, which gets mixed reviews at best.<br />I have tried ask Snagley posts and that works well some times.<br />So today I have decided to post news with a ask Snagley.<br /><br />News.<br />Son 2 may have some sort of gift with animals. It’s getting sort of freaky<br />He has always carried chickens and cats and other assorted animals around the yard his entire life. He told me the other day he had been catching birds in the back yard.<br />I sort of took this with a grain of salt until I saw him do it.<br />He would walk up to the bird feeder at a profoundly slow pace then reach up and grab a bird. Then the bird would chirp loudly and sit there till he would release the bird.<br />Freaky.<br />Then yesterday I get home and he says watch this Dad. He walked up to the bird feeder at a normal pace put up his hand and the bird stepped onto his fingers as if he were a parakeet. He then walked around the yard carrying this bird. He would point his finger straight up and the bird would adjust to the new position without showing fear. But if I walked up the bird would fly off.<br />He has named the bird Lulu.<br /><br />Ask Snagley<br /><br />Ask me a question I will answer it honestly.<br /> Snagley out.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-16615664257427352632008-07-09T08:05:00.003-06:002008-07-09T08:07:04.932-06:00Happy Birthday BO SnagleyHappy birthday to me<br />Happy birthday to me<br />i cant remember the rest of the words.<br /><br />Snagley outBO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-65992492221309323592008-07-08T16:38:00.001-06:002008-07-08T16:40:13.539-06:00I took an online iq test. i dont recomend you take it as it took me 30 minutes<a href="http://thefreeiqtest.com/"><br /><br /><img src="http://www.photojiggle.com/cgi-bin/locban.fcgi?text=137&font=Action%20Man%20Extended.ttf&s=40&x=225&y=125&r=245&g=245&b=245&img=284" /><br /></a>BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-70693279268197806712008-07-01T13:28:00.000-06:002008-07-01T13:29:33.299-06:00well its official "I cant sleep"Well I have to go back to the sleep clinic.<br />Evidence shows that I wake up 14.5 times per hour. <br />I have to go back to the sauna, and get hooked up to a shop-vac running in reverse and set the pressures low enough so my eyes wont bug out. This is supposed to make me sleep better. <br /><br />Evidently what happens is my throat is closing off while sleeping. This causes me to not breath. I have discovered it is not good to not breathe. The Doctor told me that if at all possible he would prefer that I breathe all night long. As he said, “Oxygen in your body promotes good health” I am assuming he is not referring to the cable network. <br /><br />I said “Yeah doc that makes sense, but this time how about a room with air conditioning and towels and soap”. <br />He replied “sure as shooting Sleepy, this time you will not have to dry off with a bath mat and use antibacterial hand soap as shampoo”.<br />I said “Good that last time was just beyond horrible”. <br /><br />So I am going back for another round.<br /><br />In other news <br />I plan on posting garden pictures soon.<br />The adoption paperwork is in the works.<br />If anyone knows of a kid in need of adoption please let me know.<br />I am being serious.<br /><br />Snagley out.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10135876.post-1459806338773261082008-06-25T15:09:00.001-06:002008-06-25T15:09:53.069-06:00sleep clinicMy night in the sleep clinic<br /><br />It was just short of horrible.<br />I get there and they make me stand in the parking lot while he talks on the phone. <br />I usually one of those easygoing guys so I just got in the truck and listened to my new Taylor Swift CD and waited. Then the dufas comes out and asks me to re-park as my tires are on the yellow stripe. He was looking at me as if I parked one of those huge porta-jon sucking trucks in his driveway and it was leaking. There were no other cars in the parking lot, but I figured I would go ahead and re-park but it was evident that I was not pleased.<br /><br />Then he shows me to a room. I go in and watch a 45-minute DVD on the horrors of sleep apnea, which could have been used as treatment for sleep disorders. Then another guy comes in and hooks me up to 278 electrodes and sensors. Electrodes, and sensors are all over my head chest legs etc it was unnerving. <br />Then I find out the AC is broke in my room. It was not hot but egad.<br />I am sitting there now looking like a cross between a marionette and something out of the Matrix.<br />The guy now leaves the room turns out the lights and says good night.<br />Its 9 freaking 30. I guess that Ma and Pa Kettle go to sleep at 9:30 but I usually don’t go to sleep till a bit latter.<br />After much misery I fall asleep to be awakened every 2 minutes by some electrode poking me.<br />Literally I bet I slept a total of about 3 hours combined. <br />The dufas would come rushing in and adjust some electrode on me then rush out.<br />Then they got me up at 5:00 and told me “you don’t have to go home but you cant stay here”. So I got up and went to shower.<br /><br />They told me they would handle all the towels etc. but they had no towels, and no soap. I took a shower with hand soap and dried off with a hand towel that felt line dried.<br />I then went for breakfast and drank a pot and a half of waffle house coffee <br /><br />Oh and they said the doctor will get with you regarding the results so I wont know anything till July 3<br /><br />Still tired thinking about it.<br />Snagley out.BO Snagleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04558079674279711797noreply@blogger.com0