Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Hurt you?...... They cant

Try to?.... I dare them

Luv you?...... I do

Be you?......They want to

Envy you?..... They should

Defend you?......I would

Saturday, April 05, 2008

The time has passed...

There are times when you have to take a step back in life and take one of those deep breaths.

To clear your mind, to remember things "back when".

Remember before the memories fade forever.

I was bumping along at work the other day and got a hankering to wander out to a little cattail, lillypad filled lake Dad and Mom used to take us boys to back in the late 1950's and 1960's. It was in the middle of the forest on Ft. Lewis, Washington.

It was an active little lake. Complete with picnic tables, a small boat launch and limited parking areas.

There was enough room for about six families to recreate comfortably. Every time we went to the lake we found an empty table so the public pressure wasn't all that overwhelming on the small site.

Life was simple... had more meaning back then.

Or so it seemed.

Our entertainment, our fun was self generated. Family style! We'd fish together, we'd play together, we'd hide together.

We'd explore everything, everywhere!

Our expeditionary base camp would be one of the several picnic tables on site. Our parents were our supreme commanders. The expeditionary leaders. At least one brother would be in charge of wood collection while the rest of us boys would repair and clean the fire pit.

People respected these types of sites back then. Rarely did you find remnants of a "campfire" with burned cans, rubbish, eggshells, etc. in them. Most of the time the sites were left in better shape than when they were found.

Things have changed.

The biggest thing I ever hooked while fishing I hooked off of this downed tree. I'll never forget it.

I kept playing with a fish just below the limbs off of the left side. I'd walked out onto the tree's trunk, flipped my Mepps into the water past the limbs and reeled it towards me.

Every other cast I'd get a bump from a lunker. It'd come out from the shadows of the tree, hit the spinner and before I could set the hook it'd flip back into the shadows.

It was testing me.

I thought I'd trick it. I switched to nightcrawler and decided I'd cast past the limbs, out into the lake a bit more and reel through the fish's strike zone. That'd draw the fish out, he'd hit that nightcrawler and, realizing it's real food would take the bait! Hook, line and sinker!

Great plan! Wonderful plan! It'd work! It had to work!

A foolproof plan of attack for that lunker. I'd be dragging in the biggest fish of the day in a matter of minutes. Simple as that!

Nothing could go wrong. Nothing!


One of my four brothers had worked his way out onto the downed tree behind me. I wasn't paying attention. I was focused on the fish, my plan, the future...

As he moved out onto the tree I reared back to cast. My hook with worm went back over my shoulder. My eyes fixed on the water in front of me... on the site where I was about to cast. As I brought my cast forward I felt a tug... a snag of sorts. Without looking I pulled again to free the hook, bait. The snag fought back. The bushes behind me weren't forgiving. They held onto my hook and bait.

In fact, the bushes behind me were screaming. Screaming at me to "stop!"

I turned to look at these talking bushes, to see what was happening. About the time I turned I saw my brother charging down the tree towards me, his right hand holding his neck, his left hand his fishing pole.

His face was distorted... anger, pain, surprise!

I recognized that look. I'd seen it several times before.

He wanted to hurt me.

I jumped off of the tree into the water... fishing pole in hand.

He followed me... his fishing pole in hand.

About the time I got to the shore from the lake Dad reached it from the bank. He pulled me out of the water then Dan, my brother... who was still screaming at me.

The baby!

Dad pulled my barbed hook from Dan's neck. The nightcrawler had long since fallen off into the water.

We were done fishing for the day.

We headed back to the "camp" to stand by the fire and get dry, poles in hand and Dad between us... keeping the peace.

Once back at the picnic table Dan lost his anger. We laughed about the incident. Dad laughed the longest, loudest.

All I know is that I hooked the biggest living thing ever hooked by anyone in our family at Cat Lake. It was at the cost of living under a life long threat of retaliation though.

Dan, he makes sure he fishes "up front" now... and he's real wary when I cast.

I have no doubt that lunker got my worm that day.

I'll bet he's still there, bigger than ever!

...but things just ain't the same anymore.

Friday, April 04, 2008

Points to ponder...

Life's Rules... Think about them!

1. There are two sides to every divorce: Yours and S___head's.

2. The closest I ever got to a 4.0 in college was my blood alcohol

3. I live in my own little world but it's OK, everyone knows me

4. I saw a rather large woman wearing a sweatshirt with 'Guess' on
it. I said, 'thyroid problem?'

5. I don't do drugs 'cause I find I get the same effect just by
standing up really fast.

6. A sign in a Chinese Pet Store: 'Buy one dog, get one flea.'

7. Money can't buy happiness but it sure makes misery easier to live

8. I got a sweater for Christmas. I really wanted a screamer or a

9. If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport a 'terminal?'

10. I don't approve of political jokes. I've seen too many of them
get elected.

11. The most precious thing we have is life, yet it has absolutely
no trade-in value.

12. If life deals you lemons, make lemonade. If life deals you
tomatoes, make Bloody Mary.

13. I love being married. It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.

14. Shopping tip: You can get shoes for a buck at bowling alleys.

15. I am a nobody; nobody is perfect, and therefore I am perfect.

16. Everyday I beat my own previous record for number of consecutive
days I've stayed alive.

17. Claudia Schiffer must be a genius because I told a friend my
plan to attain world peace, and he told me I have 'Schiffer Brains.'

18. No one ever says, 'It's only a game!' when their team is winning.

19. Ever notice that people who spend money on beer, cigarettes, casinos and
lottery tickets, are always complaining about being broke and not
feeling well?

20. How long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door
you're on.

21. Isn't having a smoking section in a restaurant like having a peeing section in a swimming pool?

22. Marriage changes passion... suddenly you're in bed with a

23. Why is it that most nudists are people you don't want to see naked?

24. Snowmen fall from Heaven unassembled.

25. Every time I walk into a singles bar I can hear Mom's wise
words: Don't pick that up, you don't know where it's been.

-Now, in spite of all of your challenges go out and enjoy your day... the rest of your life!

Friday, March 14, 2008

Let There Be Twins!!!

We have twin grandsons!

Our Daughter In Law went on on March 05, 2008 to give birth to twins and she did!

Brett and Blake. Our new grandsons. TWINS!!!


Brett has a little cleft on his chin that's just like Grandpa's so I can tell which one is which. They're really not identical but they are kind of identical.

Officially they're fraternal twins. You know... not identical but born as twins. They were about two minutes apart.

Brett first then Blake.

I know some of you want all of the details re: size, weight, etc. but I just don't have that with me right here, right now. I had it at one time but not now.

The birth was by "C" section so I guess the order of birth was determined more by the attending physician rather than Mom Nature.

Brett is the smallest of the two.

He's also got a bit of a "perky" personality. I mean, he's already being a bit ornery... in a cute sort of way.

Blake, on the other hand... his "younger" but bigger brother is more calculating. He seems to be a bit more cautious, more wary... for an infant.

I don't know, I'm no Dr. Spock but I swear these two boys are destined to be great, productive citizens in this world.

I just feel it in my bones.

Call me crazy, call me nuts...

Call me whatever you want. But I know these two boys have what it takes to make a positive and productive mark in this world.

They're destined for greatness!!!

Better yet, you can call me Grandpa!

Mom's doing fine! She's had some tough spots but she's doing fine.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

A day at the "estate"...

The other day I took a walk down a recreation trail that belongs to the company to see if there was anything "wrong" with it... windfall, erosion, etc.

We've been having some pretty rugged weather in these parts this winter. Restaurants, homes and roads destroyed by mudslides, floods closing the interstate highway for several days, scores of thousands of trees blown down...

...all kinds of natural challenges.

And that's on the "job" side of things. I wish life was that simple.

At home we're still sorting through the "estate". Trying to tie up all of the loose ends before we move on.

I think I mentioned that Dad didn't have a will. He left some things to be dealt with when he died.

He was doing his best to "catch up" when he was alive but we really didn't realize how much he was affected by that stroke he had earlier in August.

I don't think he realized that himself. Several bills were left unpaid, the checks were in the envelopes but they weren't mailed... for two months.

He had more than enough money in the bank to cover the checks he just didn't mail them. But he thought he did. He told me he did a couple of times when we chatted after the stroke.

When Dad died all of the bills to be paid were stacked at the end of the breakfast bar. Stacked there for months. Checks in sealed envelopes that were never mailed.

At first everyone was in agreement as to what to do. All five of us "boys" were on board as a team... an odd accomplishment at best. Now it's fractured a bit but it lasted much longer than I thought it would.

Right now there's a bit of dissension. The one who could be counted on to throw a tantrum did. I lost money on the bet as to when though. I lost it quite awhile ago.

So, four of us are moving down the same path, the fifth... who knows what he's doing and who really cares.

I have some personal collections and a house of Dad's to sell so quite frankly, I don't particularly care where he's pouted off to.

I'm tired of having to act like I do.

Once these deeds are done I'll be done too. Done with it all. I'm going to move on, wash my hands of his lifelong tantrums and enjoy what's left to live.

Take care all. I apologize for returning with so much negativity but it's been a long eight months, at least.