Always been a morning person. Would much rather get up before the chickens and get things done early, then have the afternoon/evening to relax or read.
Welcome to the asylum! I met my lovely wife, Jackson, here and several others have found their matches here as well. We stick around because of the friends we've made.
It ain't the only place, but it's certainly a place!
The most recent was taken in the past year or so. But it doesn't really matter in my case - except for a little more white in the whiskers, I haven't changed much at all in the past 10 years.
I remember flying when they still served good meals on airlines - and when I was still very naive'.
Due to a heavy meal just before takeoff, I couldn't eat everything and - being Scots Irish and therefore somewhat frugal - I thought "I paid for it, I might as well save it for later!" I thought about wrapping the un-eaten portion in a newspaper, but then I noticed the neat little bag on the back of the seat in front of me !! "Eureka! I'll just put it in the little bag!"
It worked quite well, but when I exited the plane upon landing - with my tightly sealed bag in hand - the Stewardess, gesturing towards the bag, said "Oh, here. I'll take that for you, Sir!" And I received a look of pure disgust when I (naively!) replied "That's alright - it was supper - I'll finish eating it later."
(It was only after I told someone about it later, that I finally learned the intended purpose of the bag!)
How many people assault or kill people with baseball bats and cars? But nobody's trying to ban us from driving to the ballpark!
And my main handgun is used for sport - Hunting as well as competition shooting - and I've come to value it as much as anything else I own.
It just torques me, that of all the stuff I have that most folks wouldn't know anything about, it seems the one thing they don't want me to have is that one item that they know least about.
Too sick to work, not sick enough to justify going to the ER, can't get in to see the gastro-enterologist until Monday at the earliest and maybe not until the end of July!
I'm tired of feeling like crap and I'm impatient because I'm getting better but it's taking too damn long. We've got beautiful weather and I'm so damned puny I can barely walk out to the gardens.
My lovely wife is a SAINT and is taking very good care of me, but I feel like I'm letting her down by not being able to do anything.
I'd like to see a thread that discusses the relative merits of bellybutton lint versus dryer lint for starting fires and making sweaters for small animals.
Barring that, I'd just like to see a thread that doesn't make me think "Why the heck did I click on this?"
That the gastro-enterologist could see me first thing this morning (instead of "maybe Monday" or "the end of July"), they'd take my gallbladder out tomorrow and I'd be back to work next week and not have to suffer or worry about pancreatitus anymore.
Awwww... Come on over an' we'll loan you our backyard, the garden hose and our over grown puppy, Spartacus. I'm sure he'd be happy to all those things with you, plus, he's a great kisser!
Those are the lyrics. They were sung very slowly in a very deep voice at the end of each broadcast. And you'll know that it fits me because I've been wishin' for several weeks that I could go fishing and this morning I just decided to go ahead and do it. I'll be loading the canoe on top of the Ramcharger as soon as it gets light enough to see.
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far; They are strong and brave and true; But they're always tired of the things that are, And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove, What a deep mark I would make!" So they chop and change, and each fresh move Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance; He has just done things by half. Life's been a jolly good joke on him, And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost; He was never meant to win; He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone; He's a man who won't fit in.
Since the corn is recovering well from the storms last week and the okra is starting to come up... Maybe I'll post a couple of pics tomorrow.
I'll post a "before" pic of what the hillside looked like before I started carving out the gardens, one more of what things looked liked after I was more or less done with the basic landscaping and a couple more of how things look now... How's that?
RE: Do you have good advice for the world......share it.
'Mornin' Pat!
(oh, and yep, this "old fart" is a redhead! )