SNAGLEY snagley SNAGLEY or (TRI SNAG)

Please count the number of legs on this frog,
that's right thrill seekers 5.
this was found in my yard.
one of those hands is mind.
Snagley out.

Oh, i am back.

Got tagged by Kelwhy

7 quirky things about Snagley

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.

2. I collect pictures of nuclear explosions.

3. I memorized pi to the 100 decimal
3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307816406286208998628034825342117067

4. I prefer to start fires using flint and steel.

5. If I am wearing pants I have a pocketknife with me.

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.

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

Snagley out.

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Merry Christmas
and to those atheists out there who are easily offended.

It's JESUS BIRTHDAY

MUUHAHAHAHA.


Snagley out

Well there she is Pearl

For those of you thrill seeking Snagley followers, who did not know,
My son at one time had a chicken named Fuzzy Britches.

Poor Fuzzy was not a normal chicken; she never matured properly and always was a little off.
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.

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.

On a normal farm she would have been chicken and dumplings, at my place she became a pet.

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.
We built Fuzzy her own pen so the other chickens would not kill her, (chickens are mean).

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.

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)

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.

You ought to hear the story of Son #2 fighting a hawk with a stick, quite entertaining.

Snagley out

I am sorry i have not posted in a while.
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.

in light of that why don't you please ask me some questions and i will answer them honestly.

either that or i can revert to posting pictures of cats.

your choice.

Snagley out.

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I find it hart warming to see generosity in people today.
Give Give Give its the battle cry of a generation of sacrificial givers.


Snagley out.

I understand
Snagley, quit your blathering and talk about chickens.

I built the chicken coop out of untreated oak 4x4s.
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.

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

I have salvaged 4 treated 4x4s from an errant rose trellis and plan to rebuild with them.

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.

A little chicken trivia here for you non-agricultural city folk. Chickens do not urinate. Bet you did not know that.

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.

In other news.

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.

The government spends that much per year on toilet seats, hammers and paper clips.

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I am getting older and as I do I am discovering thing about myself. Some of them I like some I don’t.
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.

I am going to post today about things I don’t like and tomorrow things I do like.
Things I don’t like include but are not limited to.

1. My inability to get to know people on a more personal level.
2. My lack of concern for the poor and down trodden.
3. My nature of political cynicism.
4. The fact that I do not call my extended family often.
5. I don’t study more.
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.

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.
Not particularly proud of that.

The other think I don’t like about myself is I don’t drive a lotus elise

In other news
The Chicken coop fell in and I have not fixed it yet.

Snagley out

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There is a local idiot in my neighborhood.
I shall withhold his name in the odd chance that he learns to use a computer, we shall call him Lyman.
He cuts trees for a living.
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.
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.

Me: Lyman why in the name of Bert Parks are you using a cross cut saw to cut up that tree.

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.

Me: Lyman that is impossible.

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.

Me: Lyman, go get your chain saw let me take a look at it.

Lyman: Ok, here you go.

I grab the saw switch it on and yank the cord. It powers up immediately I rev the motor a few times

Lyman: What’s that noise.

Snagley out.

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