SNAGLEY snagley SNAGLEY or (TRI SNAG)

my scar was itching me a few minutes ago.
I rubbed it and a 1/4 inch shard of glass popped out. (thats 6.35 millimeters for all you metric people)
thought you might be interested.

I thought it might be some weird connection to lord voldemort.

Snagley Potter out.

I still can’t remember why I was writing that post yesterday.
I am loosing it.

I don’t have anything particular to say so I thought I would make an inane list
Top 10 things that occupy my thoughts right now.

1. My wife.
a. Ok I shall elaborate. I love her very much. She is a great wife, she loves me back. Life is very hard for everyone, if you have never experienced hard time, just wait it's coming. I am glad that I have her to accompany me so we can share each others burdens and make it just a little more bearable.

2. My kids
a. More elaboration. I have 4 kids. My wife and would like to have more but life and its limitations have conspired to keep us at 4 of our own making. So we are looking at adoption. If you don’t want to have a lot of kids don’t be me, it would ruin your day.

3. My parents.
a. They are old. They just had their 65 anniversaries. They live with us I know that one day one of them is going to die and it is going to change everything. Life and death has a habit of changing everything. So we are enjoying them as much as they can stand for now.

4. My up and coming 40th birthday.
a. I think my wife is planning some sort of party to celebrate my agedness. I have been trying to have a mid life crisis for the past 3 years and you bloggers keep talking me out of it. This could be the year.

5. The prospect of any of the presidential hopefuls getting elected.
a. It is like having to choose between Larry, Curly, or Moe. Democrat or Republican, if you have to vote for anyone, you are getting screwed. All of the candidates do not have the collective intelligence to effectively open a can of cat food much less direct the course of the greatest country in the world. Get ready for a huge debacle.

6. The lack of really good honey mustard.
a. I am having to create my own. They either taste too sweet or too horshradishey. I also like a little dijon

7. How to get a ton of lime to my garden in a pickup truck
8. How to explain light speed to an 8 year old.
9. The ides of march.
10. Post concussion syndrome can be permanent.

I was born 4 of 5. My oldest brother is 20 years older than me. My first memories are of me writing him letters when he was fighting in Vietnam. I would scribble on a pad of paper and my mother would make up words and read it to me. I sent him one almost every day. I remember when someone at my church saw me writing a letter and told me it was gibberish. I cried for over two hours before they had to take me home and I cried myself to sleep. I was around 4 years old and new that he could die any day, how else could he know that I loved him if he could not read my letters.
But I digress.

I was poor. My parents both worked to send me to a private school. It is one of the biggest regrets of my life that I did not attend public school. Poor people in private schools face many hardships.

My dad was forced into retirement from the steel mill when I was around 14. I started working that summer at various farms in the area. I arose at 4:30 each day to milk cows. This continued for years. I also worked construction building houses and digging ditches. I have stood in the mud and shoveled muck every day for many years.

After high school I went to a trade school and learned to fix and repair air conditioners. I made a 4.0. Then my girl friend of 4 years left me so I went a little crazy and enrolled in college at a local university. I worked off and on to pay my own way. Many times I did not have enough money to eat. My good and weird buddy Chuck would smuggle me into the cafeteria so I would not starve. I once went 7 days with out anything to eat, one or two days without food was not abnormal but 7 was the max. My parents were broke too and could not help me with money. I remember driving my car to the university and leaving it parked for weeks at a time because I did not have enough gas to drive it. It was a 1971 Chevy nova 4-door pea green that got about 12 miles to the gallon, and that was oil.

I got really sick with a kidney infection that went unchecked and spent two weeks in intensive care. Of course I had minimal insurance so I ended up dropping out of college. I tried to go back once but had more hospital bills that I could not pay so I left for good.

When I started this I had a point but I forgot what it was, this head injury is doing that to me. Oh well I will try again latter.

Snagley out.

I was born 4 of 5. My oldest brother is 20 years older than me. My first memories are of me writing him letters when he was fighting in Vietnam. I would scribble on a pad of paper and my mother would make up words and read it to me. I sent him one almost every day. I remember when someone at my church saw me writing a letter and told me it was gibberish. I cried for over two hours before they had to take me home and I cried myself to sleep. I was around 4 years old and new that he could die any day, how else could he know that I loved him if he could not read my letters.
But I digress.

I was poor. My parents both worked to send me to a private school. It is one of the biggest regrets of my life that I did not attend public school. Poor people in private schools face many hardships.

My dad was forced into retirement from the steel mill when I was around 14. I started working that summer at various farms in the area. I arose at 4:30 each day to milk cows. This continued for years. I also worked construction building houses and digging ditches. I have stood in the mud and shoveled muck every day for many years.

After high school I went to a trade school and learned to fix and repair air conditioners. I made a 4.0. Then my girl friend of 4 years left me so I went a little crazy and enrolled in college at a local university. I worked off and on to pay my own way. Many times I did not have enough money to eat. My good and weird buddy Chuck would smuggle me into the cafeteria so I would not starve. I once went 7 days with out anything to eat, one or two days without food was not abnormal but 7 was the max. My parents were broke too and could not help me with money. I remember driving my car to the university and leaving it parked for weeks at a time because I did not have enough gas to drive it. It was a 1971 Chevy nova 4-door pea green that got about 12 miles to the gallon, and that was oil.

I got really sick with a kidney infection that went unchecked and spent two weeks in intensive care. Of course I had minimal insurance so I ended up dropping out of college. I tried to go back once but had more hospital bills that I could not pay so I left for good.

When I started this I had a point but I forgot what it was, this head injury is doing that to me. Oh well I will try again latter.

Snagley out.

on my recent chicken butt post.Southern Sweetheart did not recognise a chickens behind.
this caused me to pause. Those of you who have no farm experience do not have the experience to properly identify an animals hind parts.
this caused me no end of consternation. I made haste to compile a less than comprehensive photo listing of relevant hind quarters found on some rural Alabama farms.
any incidental likeness to chuck is purely accurate.

an updated scar shot.
But like a say "Chicks dig scars".

This is the time of year that I refer to as the gap. In between winter and summer. It is too cold to do anything fun but too warm to stay inside. This reminds me of an episode of my youth from when I was 14 years old and visiting some relatives in the foothills of the Rockies. I went there once a year usually the week that we were sprung from school. This was the spring of 1981 I got to bring my good friend Sven and my other friend whom I shall refer to as Goon. Goon you know who you are.

We were strolling around a creek debating about the meaning of life. I supposed it was to own a car. Sven said “no, that we were put here to have sex with members of the opposite sex and questionable moral values”. Goon said, “ You are both wrong we are here to fish.” Since Goon came up with the only meaning that we could partake of due to our limited funds, looks, and shortage of members of the opposite sex and questionable moral values, we went fishing.

This is where the gap came in. It was hot. By hot I mean upper 80s low 90s. We began to sweat and true to 14-year-old boys nature we stunk. Goon in particular smelled so bad that we made him sit downwind from the rest of us. Soon Sven said lets go swimming.
I mentioned that I did not have my bathing suit handy. They laughed at me saying, “ever heard of skinny dipping”

I had heard of skinny-dipping, I had not seen many people other than myself naked at this point in my life. I would not have minded seeing a members of the opposite sex and questionable moral values naked, I had no desire to see either Sven or Goon naked. Frankly, I did not wish to be seen naked by either of my two companions either I had only known them 12 years and did not particularly trust either of them where nudity was concerned.

We were sitting on the bank of the creek it was the kind of bank that had washed away under the bank where you could dangle your feet. To one side was a thorn apple thicket that extended for about 200 yards then it was another half mile to a bridge that followed a trail to my Aunt Mavis’s house.

Suddenly Goon shouted last one in is a rotten egg. They started stripping naked and running to the bank to jump in. I, the rotten egg, fumbled with my shoestrings in an effort to remain a rotten egg. As they began to run to the creek I took a moment to contemplate the water in the creek. Looking up at the snow capped peak I quickly calculated the by the rate of flow of the water in the creek I realized that less than 3 hours ago this water was snow. I further calculated that the temperature of this water could not be above 40 degrees Fahrenheit. As Goon hit the water his shrieks lasted only 2 seconds as his head went under the water. Sven did an excellent impersonation of Wile E Coyote trying to run on air, but finally gave in to gravity.

They tried to claw their way up he bank and finally gave up and drifted the 200 yards to the bank. Then they hiked to the bridge where I met them with their cloths. They got to the bridge before me.

Their reputation suffered from this episode. My aunt drove by and saw them. She assumed that they were wearing Pale blue leotards. I used this as another reason not to get naked around them.

Goon is still mad about it to this day. He said Nature did not get the memo that it was summer.

Snagley out.

Time for a general update

Dick. it is the 3.42 thanks for the information on the engine i will change to mobile 1 at the next oil change. what do you know about the transmission with the 3.42 ?

The baby is doing well, fat and sassy like his dad.
the other kids have some sort of bazooka barf virus, this virus causes late night projectile vomiting, usually directed at a benevolent parent.

i had a chicken die the other day for no aparent reason. i suspect it had an egg blockage but rather than preform a necroprocy i chuncked her into the burn barrell and built a large fire on top of her befor the kids saw the dead chicken. ahh life on a farm.

I made a rather large sale the other day. it will add 1/3 to the size of the company. I am getting a series commission checks for it. I plan to finialize the purchase of the farm with it. It will be good to own my home outright. but after that i will be broke again.

I am going out of town next week but may be able to post from the hotel.

My oldest boy earned his Bear badge in cub scouts last week. he will be moving up to webelos next. He was upset because he said that he does not want to leave the cub scouts because he is proud of all the stuff he has done in the past 3 years. I love being a Dad.

In other news i have promised to take my wife on a weekend trip where ever she wants to go as long as we drive. She is trying to find a driving destination not far from home so that we dont spend the entire weekend driving.

Oh for the record chickens do not urinate. they expell their liquid waste with their solid waste.
thought you might be interested.

Snagley out.

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