Well the first day of school wasn't too bad. I didn't even cry when I droped my little girl off. The boy is used to the whole deal, so he was like, later Mom. Today my girl got a little clingy when I was leaving, but later she told me she had a great day. She still thinks school is cool.

I went to part of a year of kindergarten, then was homeschooled till seventh grade, so I missed all this. It is kinda strange watching my kids go through something I never did. I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. But I'm not gonna go there right now.

I noticed in the paper today the controversy about the Aliveat5 thing. So, any input? I thought it kinda sounded like someone was loooking for something to complain about, but I don't really know. It seems like it would be good for downtown business for the most part, and I know several downtown business owners who are behind it all the way. Miz Koontz seems like she managed to get her ducks in a row after a poor start, which impresses me.

Sadly, I have several things I want to write about, but I never seem to have time anymore.

Politicians suck. I am totally disgusted. They are all lying bigots as far as I am concerned, and they can all kiss my ass, based on their stupid commercials.

I am still concerned about the inforcement of the sign code. Why did they cram this down our throats if they were not going to inforce it. The old one was just as uninforced. Without a year of media coverage and the bad feelings that ensued. And the waste of our city governments' time. And my time, dammit, I went to several City Commission Meetings, and did research and stuff, only to be told this is what the public wants....

Anyway, I may have a moment or two to post again soon. I may be pissy about things again. We shall see.

Man, I feel like I am running uphill in quicksand some days.

This weekend fishing was great. I caught a limit of walleyes and my other half didn’t. This has never happened before. I wanted that sixth fish so damn bad, just so I could rub it in that I caught part of HIS limit! But I didn’t get it. Maybe next time.

There is a Madden football game going on in the Boys bedroom that is something to hear. If the boy beats the other half things may get ugly. Good times!

In other news….hmm….well, guess there is no other news right now. I don’t have time to write anything in depth, so I’ll just go away now. Thanks for stopping by, maybe one of these days it will become worthwhile again.

And just a few more...

How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?
How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?
Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?
Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?
Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.
Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?
Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?
If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?
Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
If Wiley E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner? Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
Why did you just try singing the two songs above?
Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?
Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride; he sticks his head out the window?
Do you ever wonder why you gave me your e-mail address in the first place?

Cape Breton Style

A Cape Bretoner visited a brothel in Toronto and decided to approach a prostitute.
He asked her, how much do you charge for the hour?
$100, she replied.
Do you do Cape Breton style?
Not knowing exactly what this was, she refused.
He tried to sweeten the deal and said, I'll pay you $300 to do it Cape Breton style.
Again she declined.
Being the persistent type, he laid down the final offer; I'll give you $500 to go Cape Breton style with me! What do you say?
Finally she agrees thinking; well I've been in the game for over 10 years now. I've been there and done that, and had every kind of request from weirdo's from all over the world. How bad could Cape Breton style be?
After several intense hours of every possible way and position, she turned to him and said, that was fantastic, but I was expecting something perverted and disgusting.Where does the 'Cape Breton style' come in?
The Caper opened a beer, took a BIG swig, and replied, I'll pay you next week when I gets me pogey."
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Murphy's Lesser-Known Dictums

Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
He who laughs last, thinks slowest.
Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.
Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.
Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.
If you lined up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would be stupid enough to try to pass them, five or six at a time, on a hill, in the fog.
If the shoe fits, get another one just like it.
The things that come to those who wait will be the things left by those who got there first.
Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day.Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat all day drinking beer.
Flashlight: A case for holding dead batteries.
A fine is a tax for doing wrong.A tax is a fine for doing well.

I want to know..

how you lose one shoe. On the side of the street.
Driving down the street the other day, there is one black boot lying on the doohicky in the center of the road.
Is there a problem with this shoe?
Why just the one? It's not like there is a reason to toss one and not the other-most folks kinda need a pair.

So this post is a day late. Sue me.

I’m still tired from Sunday. It started just like a normal day-I woke up.
And then I remembered it was my daughter’s birthday.
Now those of you who have been around a bit will remember, I procrastinate. But really, early is a good time to go to WalMart! Except by the time I got there it wasn’t really early anymore. And the half of the city that isn’t anti Walmart was already there, plus a few who are lying about it until they want to save a few bucks. I managed to retain my temper, but after being in there for over an hour I wanted a smoke – Lowest prices guaranteed does Not apply to cigarettes!
But the birthday went well, there were loads of people over. We always let the birthday person pick whatever they want for dinner, and she went for fish. Well, we had a pile of fresh perch, pike and walleye in the fridge so that worked. Had to run to the grocery store, and the girl got money, so we had to go shopping AGAIN. Then we might as well feed a bunch of the people who showed up. I swear, I cooked fish for hours! Everyone was standing around just munching as I got it cooked.
And then I have people ask for the recipe, which is a problem cuz I kinda just throw things in there. Hard to give someone a recipe when you use a handful of flour, and their hand is way bigger.
But the girl says it was the best birthday ever, even though it's not like she has a lot of them to remember!

If anyone is interested...

I finally started putting pictures on flickr. Nothing exciting, and I don't know how to get you there, so just search gffirefly I guess.

Whatcha think?

A social experiment

Well, every time I try to write something I get interrupted. And I have been wasting time on working and such. However, one of those problems will soon change, and the other will (hopefully) get worse.
Any how, read a post on another blog about what makes a good or bad site. I have been thinking about it, and in comparison to others, I think I may be kinda boring. And since I started this partly as a way to become more outgoing and express myself more, (in real life) I gotta ask, what do you come here for? I never really expected the readers I have, and I am curious why you keep coming back.

Yeah, that's a big fish

But holy crap, look at the size of that bottle of whiskey!

So I've seen this thing going around...

about what you have in your closets and such. I just had to ask-anyone else got nightcrawlers, leeches and little pill bottles of maggots in their fridge? No? kay, just askin.
So what is the outright wierdest thing in Your house?

Bluegills

My grandfather died in february, right after his birthday. He was old and tired and did not love life anymore, or even like it much, so after being in the hospital for a while, with no chance of parole, he refused to allow them to do any more surgeries, or transfusions or such, told grandma he loved her and left the world.
I mourned him, though I didn't know him as well as I would have liked. He was a gruff fellow, who spoke his mind, but laughed and had fun. Had some great jokes and he loved children. After retiring he worked as a bag boy at Krogers for many years, "just to make the kids laugh and their mamma's blush" he told me once.
And he made the best cole-slaw I have ever tasted. And ate tomatoes fresh from his garden with salt and cream.
My grandfolks were fairly well too do, granddad was an engineer after he got out of the service. They had a beautiful home on several acres, with a forest behind them, a little creek, and a strawberry patch the likes of which I have never seen before or since.
Here in Montana we went and picked wild strawberries and were happy, untill we saw Grandpa's. Big ones, like in the store, and there were so many! And no bears! They had blueberries, and raspberries and marionberries and it was near paradise for a child. Peach and apple trees out on the farm.
Anyway, one of my first ever fishing experiences was at Grandpa's. The little creek that ran through the woods emptied in to his pond. It was a decent sized pond, with a little dock for his little boat. And he stocked it with bluegills. And we caught them and he showed us how to scale them and eat them.
One of the beautiful moments from my childhood, that I wish I could have appreciated more before I learned how fleeting those moments are.

So the guys went fishing, I'm sitting here drinking my last beer, and I just remembered the battery for the truck is dead. It is actually the boat battery, but someone left the key on in the boat, so the truck battery became the boat battery and the dead one became my problem. Nice. Anyone want to bring me a beer? The lawnmower is having problems-the shutoff lever thingy doesn't work, so to turn it off you have to run in the house and get the other half to pull the spark plug wire. And he isn't here, so I can't mow the lawn. And after seeing him jump when he pulled the wire-before he got smart and used a stick-I have no plans to try it myself. Time to invoke the Girl Clause. So I may spend the afternoon working on my tan. Infinitely better than doing any sort of work, except for the absence of beer.

Was up at the local sporting goods store yesterday pawing guns. (Actually I was buying a new prop for the trolling motor, but that is a whole other story) I shoot the father-in-laws Parker Hale 25.06 which I love. When I started hunting again about 8 years ago we decided I would just shoot his guns till we decided what I wanted. Now I know what I want, but it is kinda hard to find. I really love that gun, but the grumpy old fart will Not sell it to me. Mutters about having the whole set, and they are hard to find, and all that crap. Uh, yeah, I know it's hard to find, that's why I want yours! It's not like he ever shoots the damn thing! Only thing he can hunt with anymore are his pistols anyway, having a bad shoulder and all.
Anyway, I fondled a couple 25.06's at the store, but the only one that came close in weight and feel was a Kimber. And the price tag on that thing made me shiver like I just had a shot of tequila. It is a beautiful gun, had the right weight (one of the reasons I like the F-I-L's is it's not too heavy for a skinny girl to pack around all day) felt good when I threw it up to my shoulder-and it was pretty. (No, not girly pretty, gun pretty) I may have to save my pennies for a few years. (Or decades)

Get to take the boy antelope hunting! Either sex! WhooHoo! I'm going to be on top of the list for OTC tags , maybe I can pick up a cow tag too. Much better to get a cow than a bunch of doe tags. I want to go turkey hunting again too. Spring is shotgun only, but in the fall you can blast'em with a rifle, and we have a awesome spot to go.

Anyway, I'm off to tan. With no beer. Damn.

IT's A WHOPPER!

10 year old catches new state record fish! 9.5" long weighing .96 lbs! It's HUGE!

Anyone know what it is?

First off,

Montana rules, which are the only ones I give a damn about, say keep your damn jetski wake 200 feet from my anchored fishing boat. Do not operate a boat within 75 feet of persons engaged in fishing unless it is unavoidable, then you must travel at a no wake speed. Pretty straight forward.

I fish. Others ski, tube, run big boats as fast as they can go up the lake till they run out of gas. Whatever, it is a big lake. We run miles up the lake to fish, leave the whole lower end to the players, stay out of the way, we are usually right next to shore, there is no damned reason for this. Use some common courtesy.

2 oz sinkers work well on the flyfishermen who think other people don't have a right to catch their trout, too. Been there. Flyfishermen are why we don't fish the river around Cascade anymore. We gave that up because it just wasn't worth it. Water skiiers and jetskis are supposed to be off the water at sunset. You are only allowed to fish till midnight. So I should only fish on Holter Lake from sunset till midnight? You can kiss my ass.

Everyone has a right to recreate how they want to. Water skiiers do not have any more right to the water than anyone else. Trout fishermen do not have the right to demand you use a fly or get off the river. We pay as much or more for our right to fish as any water or jet skiier. I respect the rights of others, always have, but your right to enjoy yourself DOES NOT supercede MY RIGHT to enjoy myself.

Headin' out















This is where we are going.






























View from the good seats.

















Gold at the end of the rainbow.














So I was not impressed with the campsite. Too many people to close together. But it was a get together with friends type of plan and that's where they were. Never again.

Water skiers need to remember fishing boats have rights too, dammit! Don't cut right up to us, slosh us silly with your wake and then smile and wave like it's all good. That wave we gave ya back? We have all our fingers, we just chose to share the one!

Of course I forgot the sunscreen, so now I have burned portions. Nothin' too bad tho. Didn't get done unpacking and cleaning fish till way too late last night. Now I must launder and clean.

Gone fishin'.

Have a nice weekend.