SNAGLEY snagley SNAGLEY or (TRI SNAG)

Winifred has not taken my advice.
And blue butt painting does not pay well.
but if it pays anything it will be an astronomical raise for her.
If any of you have any experience at blue butt baboon communication correct me if I am wrong.


My baby is now 12 months old. He is a looker.
He has blue eyes and strawberry blond hair.


One of my best friends wife is dying.
Putting it in words makes me cry again.
When my wife had a biopsy about a year or more ago his wife had one too.
My wife’s turned out ok, his wife had a malignancy.
They fought it with surgery and chemotherapy.
And it is back. This time in her neck spine and shoulders.


This big strong man who has mentored me in many things, broke down with me and cried.
“What am I going to do when I wake up and reach across the bed and,,,,where is my wife., “
We both cried. He has a good marriage, and loves his wife dearly.

Life has a way of coming along doesn’t it?

Life is hard boys and girls. Damn hard.

I don’t want to miss any of it but it is hard.


IN other news
My poison oak is better I no longer itch.

Folks let me be honest with you. I am not a happy man right now. With all the crap I have been through in the last 6 weeks I am tired and worn out.
I need a break from all the anguish and frustration. I want a vacation. I am taking the second week of December off from work. Maybe I can recoup some of my old zing.
I don’t have much funny stuff to post about. I think life has just beat me down.

Try to bear with me. Surely I can get things going and be back to my old self at some point.

Oh, if you have boobs go get a mamogram right now. and give yourself a exam in the shower etc.
and send pictures


Snagley out.

Labels: It looks like a long hard grey winter

I am not dead.

I have some news then latter this week I have a “true” story for yall.

I have only named one shoe because the other one has not shown sufficient personality to justify naming.

The USS Alabama was fun. The boys climbed on every gun, into every bunk, in every room cubbyhole and bathroom aboard the vessel.

We slept pretty well; it was like being inside of a sawmill with a really bad echo. We had some world-class snorers going at it.

The bunks were three high. I was laying on the bottom bunk which was about 6 inches off the floor when a boy came running by and barfed on the floor about 18 inches away from my face. We got that cleaned up, and off we went into blissless slumber.

Then a kid behind me, earlier in the day, bought in the gift store a plaster rock with a fossil in it he accidentally pushed it off his top bunk about 2:30 am. Inside of a metal vessel it sounded like as if a Japanese battleship torpedoed us.

My oldest son joined our church Sunday, He and I went through an 8 week series about what it all means. He and I both enjoyed it, such things bring up the sort of conversations that kids enjoy and I relish. I gave him a new grown up bible Sunday morning. He was impressed. I love being a Daddy.

Winifred quit her job at Pizza hut. When I asked why, she said, “Someone was stealing my tips”.
I said well “ why did you not put it in your pocket or a fanny pack or your apron or your bra or some other equally inaccessible place.
Her response was “someone stole my apron”.
Then I explained that while now no one was stealing her tips now, she is also not getting any tips herself. I then gave her an invaluable tip. “Get a job and cling to it like grip death”. I told her if she could get a job that pays anything at all that she better keep it even if she is required to paint her butt blue and try to communicate with baboons.
We shall see.

In other news I went bow hunting the other day. Nothing.

For those of you who know about bows and wonder what I shoot
A Hoyt hyper Tec 70-80 lbs and I shoot 2413 29-½ inch arrows with muzzy 3 blades 125 grain. The bow is set at 78 pounds.

In yet other news.
I have poison oak again. Itch itch itch.