Oh Well, Little Late

Got pretty busy before we left town today so here we are in NV. This is what I wrote many many hours ago, about 6:00 AM EDT.

It's now 12:10 AM EDT, we just got to the hotel after a quick In-N-Out dinner. Let's see, where were we early this morning:

FN Uploads

It's Friday morning and I've been trying to get one little clip posted on YouTube or on this blog, still trying. My upload speed is 55 mph If it gets through, here's what an exciting fishing trip looks like: lots of boredom and 60 seconds of exhilarating fun. SWMBO might add something here:__________

And by the way last weekend was a bit of a bust. The weather scared us off Saturday but we had a feast Saturday night regardless. Sunday was iffy but we went. Fortunately the trailer disengaged from the truck as we entered the parking lot, I saw fortunately because if it had been a little later the trailer would have been in the water. Seems as though I thought the straight receiver had a 2" ball on it....it didn't. Could have been a lot worse though. The day was rather uneventful, we caught some fish but not what we were looking....Virginia mullet. Luckily we had a nice seafood dinner anyway....shrimp.

Lewis Hamilton in a vintage Silver Arrows, on one of my favorite race circuits, Monza! 

Happy birthday to all of those young ladies with birthdays, including our granddaughter who is now engaged!

So in my close to be 60 years here's my advice:

Believe in yourself.

Be an adult, people will remember how you act in a crisis, anyone can steer the boat in calm seas.

Love the Lord and treat other people better than you want to be treated.

There you have it, so long. 

Off to Las Vegas in a few minutes, we're ringside for the fight tomorrow night. JK we are going for the national hardware show and since it's my birthday we're going out a little early. Tomorrow we'll be at the Supercross watching local Cooper Webb close out his national championship. Should be fun.

And that is about all I had to say 18 hours ago. Good night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another Plate of Scrambled Eggs

There seems to be a little riff between US Airways and American Airlines. Last Sunday night I checked in online for my anticipated 5:20 AM flight Monday morning. As bad weather was approaching about 8:30 PM I called and asked if everything was on time, I was assured it was. Checking e-mail about 11:00 PM I saw where my flight had been cancelled and they had already re-booked me for a 10: something or another AM flight.......................on Tuesday. Only problem was I needed to be in Mineral Wells Texas for lunch. Hilarity ensued and I ended up with a busted week.

But it was OK, I worked my way to the middle of the state Wednesday and delivered a Dink sofa to Sanford, and then hired an old friend Thursday. Better yet SWMBO got the all clear from Duke MOHS so the sun is a lot brighter today.

As promised there are no fishing pictures; that's because there has been no fishing. Tomorrow looks very iffy, Sunday OK and Monday looks great! Unfortunately the FO has to be out of town Monday morning for work so it's all on the line for Sunday, yes that was a pun. Whether or not you got it, you're hooked. I'll stop. 

Again, no pictures

OK, one:

Keelyn dressed up as a clown for class Wednesday and Holly took this great picture of her clowning around for the school. She was wearing oversized pants, suspenders and Jay's sized 15 bowling shoes. Who has their own bowling shoes? Any way, great picture. 

I am now armed with GoPro, you have been warned

In Town All Week!

And not a knifing  or a fighting or nothing...................

I guess we've been too busy, SWMBO and I kinda pass like ships in the night sometimes. This weekend Elizabeth, Jackson and Daisy are coming to see us, and yes we will take advantage of their inexpensive labor to get the remaining stuff out of Dink's condo. After that on to phase two: getting it out of my garage.................

Hard work has its rewards, my brother bought me this last Sunday at Pete's:

In case you're wondering it is a pimento cheese bacon cheeseburger, yum.
While in downtown Morehead we ran into a distant relative:

OK you got me, a close relative.

The pollen is as heavy as I remember it down east, this leads to nose and throat problems as well as observing those with too much time on their hands:

Is pollenart the same thing as pollinate? Time for a dinkism, the yellow stuff is called polllllmmm.

Let's see, where was I? Oh yes, thinking about going fishing, yes, that's where I was. But where was I going with that? Oh yeah:

Right down behind the courthouse, you can't miss it. That's where all the fish are, right down behind the courthouse. Next weekend will be our annual birthday extravaganza fishing weekend, there will be no pictures, sorry. OK maybe there will be some pictures, but consider yourself warned. One of these days I'm going to hook up that new Go Pro and see what happens. It works fine, I just can't get it to sync with the wrist remote, but then again I haven't tried but a couple of times. This weekend I'll get it figured out. Come on YouTube!

New haircut number 2 processed last night, it is just about at the point where I can't grab it and pull it out, just about right. See that little bandage? The person cutting my hair didn't and I just about yelled but I didn't (I might have peed just a little though, but that will be our little secret)

Lastly, a picture we found going through Dink's stuff. I took this picture in January 1973 as Dr. and Mrs. High walked by in Jim Holshouser's inaugural parade. They were very happy that day, and proud of the hard work they did to help get him elected. Yesterday was their anniversary and I'm sure they had a good time. I can always remember that date because they got married a couple of days before the FO was born....

Happy 61st old boy, hope you catch a lot of fish next weekend.

Off to Texas on the 5:20 AM Monday morning, don't be late!

Beaches Be Crazy

As the dingbatter population increases every weekend is appears as though the local atmosphere increases in intensity weekly, ergo the title.

MooooooHaha

Augusta: need I say more? Good day with the boys and then doggone it if Duke didn't go and win the whole shooting match. There are those among us who think Dink had something to do with that, I guess she has more pull than Dean Smith? Actual conversation overheard behind me as we got out of the plane from Dallas to Charlotte tonight:

Are you going to fire your coach?

We never fire our coach!

Matt Doherty?

He resigned!

(Laughter around the combatants..............)

Good week in Texas but then a little slippage towards the end of the week, need a rep in NC, know anyone? Need a rep in a lot of places, apply in the "comments"

Yes I did get a haircut a few weeks ago. As we went through mama's stuff last week this picture among many others appeared

It became quickly apparent as we went through several lifetimes of photographs that I have never had a good haircut in my life. I think the best was when I parted it in the middle and just let it grow. Sue used to cut my hair and I enjoyed the experience and I know she did the best she could, but it is what it is. I shave in the shower so about the only time I really look at myself is when I get a haircut. We've discussed the "smile" before, won't go there again. But I recently found a video of me looking into the mirror after I got a haircut, enjoy!

Don't tell TAR but my plans have changed, it looks as though I'm in town all next week. We'll just let that be our little secret.

Good News/Good News/Any Bad News?

Good news: a very productive week in eastern NC, my second week home this year and as of early Friday morning no fisticuffs or knifing! Thanks to Sterno and matches I cleaned up a lot of paper sitting on my desk and I am ready to hit the road next week.

Good news: looks as though we have sold Dink's condo, not to jinx the deal but we have a clean offer which we accepted. What a relief to be able to settle her estate within the next 60 days or so. Now for yet another fun part, moving her remaining furniture into my garage for dispersal to whomever may want it. I scared TAR this week when I told her about an old desk that resided in our Mill Street living room forever and is now in the condo. It is a neat old piece of furniture that has a lot of memories but is now dry-rotted (that was when SWMBO said whewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, I thought you wanted to keep it.) So we will say goodbye to a lot of things that tug at our souls to keep, but have no use or need or desire to keep, we're not keeping things just because they were our parents'. Sorry. I wouldn't want to strike a match too close to it. Want an old desk?

And a good week at work, got an order that was more than 10 X the size I anticipated, good news indeed. And a wonderful surprise.

Bad news, well not too bad, we tried but we didn't catch any fish Wednesday, met up with the Fishin Optishin for a short trip to catch a hickory shad, we both knew it was too early but couldn't resist giving it a shot for an hour and a half on a pretty day. He said it reminded him of when we were kids, casting and casting and casting and not catching anything. Oh well, warmer weather and our birthday weekend extravaganza are on the way.

On Monday we get to walk the hallowed grounds of Augusta National for a practice round courtesy of a Christmas gift from our # 1 son. Don't tell anyone but I have an Alan Shepherd-type break-down 6 iron I'm going to insert in my trouser leg.... at just the right time I might drop a Titleist in a fairway and tear me one off; I've been to the course many times through the years, I'm thinking this might just be the last visit. And I've got a plane to catch for Texas Tuesday at lunch, hmmmmmm, might need to think about this a little longer. We hope the weather will be pretty as we walk these very special grounds. So that's good news too.

And since it is Holy Week, enjoy Ken Block in a 845 HP Mustang. 

Don't know if you catch the reason for that and since it is Good Friday I will not be sacrilegious and explain it, not today anyway. 

Years ago Cooper was at Bible school during a summer visit, there was a drama conducted about Daniel in the lions' den, the facilitator stopped the story for the day as Daniel went into the den, she asked them to come back the next day and in the mean time to pray that Daniel would be OK. Cooper announced to everyone that he knew the story and not to worry, he is going to be OK. Many of you have heard me tell this story before, get over it, I hope I can tell it many more times. Good news:this is Easter and the tomb is empty.

Florida

Went to the Last Resort this past week and managed to get behind everyone who sits in the left hand lane with their turn signals on; honestly on more than one occasion I couldn't see the driver. I did not accomplish my goals for the week, but the airlines were pretty close to being on time and I got home safe and sound. And I'll be in the office all next week, I hope SWMBO can handle it. Oh, and at least it was pretty in Florida one evening:

Last Saturday we went to Durham to enjoy our nephew's daughter's birthday. At some point we put their kids along with Jay and Holly's kids together for a picture. Imagine if you were to shepherd a big bunch of kittens, it was kind of like that. How many thoughts and conversations are going on in this picture?

My birthday is coming up soon and I know I'm easy to "present" or "gift-card" (those were used as verbs there), but here is something I've got my good eye on................follow the link if you dare:

                                              http://www.ksl.com/?nid=711&sid=33925599

Micky Mantle was 19 years old when he hit a homer 550-600 feet. I'm not sure why this is in here but it is, and its a good picture of number 7.

Saw this on the road between Tallahassee and Daytona Beach Tuesday evening. I always liked the VW camper-van, this guy took it up a notch. I think he started out with a VW camper-van and then took some LSD. The thing on top is not standard equipment, it is a pickup truck cap. My romance with the VW camper-van is over. 

I've caught some grief over the past few years because my profile pictures usually do not involve my face. I've documented why over the past few weeks, after all you can't make chicken salad out of chicken manure (you're thought I was going to say chicken shit weren't you?) but after my last haircut I decided to update my look, No more hiding behind a helmet visor, I'm out there now, the new picture is on the right side of the blog, like it? Yes I do look older. 

That's it from the old eastern shore, RIP Joe Fristik. 

WHOA! What Was That?

A rare Thursday evening post, I got in late tonight and have more than a full day tomorrow followed by a quick run to Durham to help Caroline celebrate her birthday at the Durham Museum of Life and Science on Saturday. Going to be another short weekend. My flights were late tonight, but I'm home safe and sound before midnight. 

So this squirrel knows how to fly a model plane and someone is recording both the plane and the owner as he gets something out of his car? Hmmmm, not sure I'm buying the premise of this video but what the heck, I'm in! How did that squirrel learn to fly so quickly? He must be a genius, or a flying squirrel. 

And kudos to the owner for the perseverance to keep running on the ground after the airborne squirrel, All right, maybe the storyline was a bit contrived. Did I mention I went to see 50 SoG?

This boat is for sale in Morehead City:

It is a Bass Tracker 17 with not only a pilot house but also a raised pilot station. I'm pretty sure if I hauled my lard arse up there it would simply fall over.

This from the Wal-Mart in Morehead City. Some of my readers are probably qualified to estimate the caliber, some aren't, but who mounts weapons under their bumper? 

Deer hunters? Fast drivers? Ferguson Police Department? See? Went too far!
If you're from Rocky Mount this picture will warm the cockles of your heart:

But then again if you're from Rocky Mount you're probably looking up the word "cockles" right now. I had to look up the spelling. Anyway it's getting near time for the annual shad run, I might have to work in a couple of hours of casting, getting hung, and slipping in the mud. That is an excellent picture of those rickety old piers that used to be there, how they survived so many floods is beyond me. I saw someone................. well I saw the shadow of someone walk off one of those one night. He fell into about 6 inches of water and 3 feet of good old tumor-inducing Tar River mud. Looking back on that night I should have turned the lantern back on...............................

Last but not least, the photograph of me from the 80's that I mentioned last week. Floyd Brown took that picture somewhere out on the East Side and I always liked it. I even smiled purdy for the camera. I gave it to SWMBO and she put it in the sun room, she said she always wished I would be..........

Sorry for the blur, that is a photograph of a photograph, if you want to view it please visit Morehead City, tours are available.

Oh yeah, I ate some asparagus for supper.

OK, hope you are duly offended in oh so many ways, off to Florida next week, then I'm going to stay home for one week, I promise. Off to bed.