So this is vacation right?  WRONG!

I have had the most wonderfull expericence in my short time home.  Put in full days work everyday sept T-day.  Spliting wood, dropping trees, chainsaws and tractors, shooting guns with my brother.  I slept on the floor next to the dog last night.  I thought all the beds were taken and i'd rather sleep in the driveway than our couch...it's a bad deal.  Its been a heck of a tune to sing along with.    NO HORSES :( Nothing a cheap cigar and a few cups of coffee cann't fix, right?  The best thing about this whole ordeal is being able to hang out with my niece.  She rocks.  I built her a truck and put straight pipes on it, pulled her around, she liked that.  We're pals. 

Another exciting adventure.

Last night i after i got done doing chores at the barn bout 6:30...i went over to a friends house in town to meet up for taco night at the Pioneer Club.  He had to clean the house up a bit so i played with his blue heeler dog- good time.  Before we left i went to go grab my cigars out of the Rodeo.  He went out back to start the truck, i told him i'd be there in a min.  On my way out i was walking fine as pie until i stepped off da curb right into a drain or somthing...it was dark out.  My heel gave out and i went down.  I laid in the street for a while wondering what the heck happened and hoped my ankle wasn't broken.  I was in pain...i mean it hurt!  After a while had passed....i'm still flat on my face and i realized i could wiggle a toe or two.  I got up and figured it wasn't as bad as i thought it was.  Nothings broke...but everything in the ankle feels a little loose.  I hate ankles!  Anyway...that was the longest possilbe way i could told you....i sprained my ankle. 

Heres to swimmin with bow legged women.

Currently Listening Big Bad Love By Various Artists see related

If you say half as much as you think, you'll learn twice as much as you already know. SM

Speaking with point sometimes takes some focused thinking.  I haven't had focused thinking in awhile.  I know T-Day is comeing up...what i'll do......well not sure.  I think i'll unload a box of ammo that's been sitting in the gun cabnent for too long.

A man of a certain prestigiousness walked along the windy street of this a way.  The man's bushy eye brows swirled round and he bumped into a trash bin on the curb.  Out fell a ineresting aray of treasures.  Garbage, the obvious one lay all across the side walk.  He noticed a beat up wallet lying next to a lamp post with a green slip of paper poking out. Next to his feet say a dog that had come to investigate the comotion.  A pair of plyers were just in front of the dog....and beside those rested the most fasicating of all.  A once new and very ornate looking tin box was half open, reveling its secret.  A diamond incognito you could call it.  The man took a long hard look at the box.  With the toe of his shoe he flipped the lid off.  Then...pondering some more over what he discovered stepped over the box and picked up the tattered wallet.  The green was green.  He holstered the wallet and took one last look at the box.  Then....in a rush of swirling wind continued on his way.  The dog moved in and poked his muzzle into to box...sniffing intensly.   HE picked up the noticed, yet undiscovered thing in his jaws and whisked away to his alley. 

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