Land of the Loon

So, I went to the Land of the Loon street dance for a bit this year..... and the whole thing was wrong, just wrong, I didn't know what to make of it. First off, I went down with my friend's Wes and Kristen and their baby. We walked around for a little while, and Wes met up with a buddy of his. After a while, their buddy ran off to grab a burger, and Wes and Kristen left, but I needed to stay up late, so I wandered off without them, promptly running into their friend, who had a burger in hand, and a perplexed look wondering where his friends had gone. I explained that they needed to get home, and he then asked me to walk around with him. Sure why not? So I wandering around getting to know someone new for the first couple hours, passing my brother's friend Scott several times and waving. Well, I had promised Scott I would get a hold of him and run him down eventually, so I begged my leave of Wes's friend, and found Scott. Me and Scott then ran into two more of my brother's friends, one of which was drunk and felt the need to apologize profusely for picking on me when I was younger *rolls eyes* Oh please.... help me! He then felt the need to explain that he doesn't really get drunk like that often... over and over again. Yikes!!!! Okay I probably shouldn't have been at a street dance if I wanted to avoid drunk people right? So I asked where my brother was, and one of them said that my brother was at home and only wanted to play pool? Hmmmm... so they seemed to enjoy my company and I couldn't find many people I wanted to hang out with, so why not? So, I ran around with my brother's three friends and a few other guys and quickly realized men are pathetic.... all three were hitting on me.... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My brother's friends?!?? Ummmmm..... I would like to say they were all drunk to ease my conscience, but only one was, the others don't really drink. What would my brother think???? So the one insisted on getting me a diet coke, which I tried to reject... but was unable to. Then my brother's other friend bought me a meal, which I would have rejected but he was drunk and insisted on paying for everyones meals, and you don't argue with a drunk person.... so yeah.... ummm... I didn't know what to make of the whole night, it was rather odd.... hang otu with a stranger for two hours, then your brother's friends who are trying to chase women and are hitting on you..................?????? Yikes...... last I checked 51% of the population are female... and why rush, single is good and fun..... enjoy while it lasts I say......

Land of the Loon

So, I went to the Land of the Loon street dance for a bit this year..... and the whole thing was wrong, just wrong, I didn't know what to make of it. First off, I went down with my friend's Wes and Kristen and their baby. We walked around for a little while, and Wes met up with a buddy of his. After a while, their buddy ran off to grab a burger, and Wes and Kristen left, but I needed to stay up late, so I wandered off without them, promptly running into their friend, who had a burger in hand, and a perplexed look wondering where his friends had gone. I explained that they needed to get home, and he then asked me to walk around with him. Sure why not? So I wandering around getting to know someone new for the first couple hours, passing my brother's friend Scott several times and waving. Well, I had promised Scott I would get a hold of him and run him down eventually, so I begged my leave of Wes's friend, and found Scott. Me and Scott then ran into two more of my brother's friends, one of which was drunk and felt the need to apologize profusely for picking on me when I was younger *rolls eyes* Oh please.... help me! He then felt the need to explain that he doesn't really get drunk like that often... over and over again. Yikes!!!! Okay I probably shouldn't have been at a street dance if I wanted to avoid drunk people right, so who cares it is expected, right? So I asked where my brother was, and one of them said that my brother was at home and only wanted to play pool? Hmmmm... so they seemed to enjoy my company and I couldn't find many people I wanted to hang out with, so why not? So, I ran around with my brother's three friends and a few other guys and quickly realized men are pathetic.... all three were hitting on me.... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My brother's friends?!?? Ummmmm..... I would like to say they were all drunk to ease my conscience, but only one was, the others don't really drink. What would my brother think???? So the one insisted on getting me a diet coke, which I tried to reject... but was unable to. Then my brother's other friend bought me a meal, which I would have rejected but he was drunk and insisted on paying for everyones meals, and you don't argue with a drunk person.... so yeah.... ummm... I didn't know what to make of the whole night, it was rather odd.... hang out with a stranger for two hours, then your brother's friends who are trying to chase women and are hitting on you..................?????? Yikes...... last I checked 51% of the population are female... and why rush, single is good and fun..... enjoy while it lasts I say......


I did call to harrass my brother, and his only comment was, "WHAT, I NEVER SAID I WAS PLAYING POOL, AND CHAD CALLED AT ELEVEEN AT NIGHT, I WAS SLEEPING ALREADY!" Oppps... I let the cat out of the bag.....

Red Neck Fishing...

So, I went fishing the other day, and as we were fishing from shore we could never quite cast out far enough, and we kept catching sunfish and bass. Since I wanted to cast out farther then I was, I put on my swimsuit, and still I couldn't quite cast out far enough. So what else was there to do, but put bobbers on and swim out to the exact spot that we wanted the bobbers at. So I gave my buddy my rod and grabbed one line with a leech on it and one line with a minnow on it, and swam out a block or two, deposited the bobbers, and swam back to shore. The question is, who would the DNR ticket for having two lines out? I had the lines, my friends had the fishing poles, so who is liable?

Work Hard, Play Hard, and Sleep Hard.... sounds like fun!

So, my life continues to be a hectic swirl leaving me very busy, happy, and content. Life up on the Range is a 24/7 vacation... fishing, hunting, shooting, mudding, horseback riding isn't just for vacation time any more, I can do those things every day... once the responsibilities are taken care of, of course. This last weekend I slept 3 and a half hours, got up, and went to the Sheep Ranch and checked fences.... I then went to work, came home early, and slept 13 hours. I woke up, went to L&M, picked up paint and a few other things, went to Kmart and picked up an outside patio bar table for my indoor kitchen table :), I went mudding with my Toyota Corolla (no I didn't get stuck), I went for a walk, I hung out with friends... then I slept 4 hours, woke up, cleaned my walls in my trailer house, cleaned the cupboards, put my table together, moved my deck to the house, and then went out fishing at a campsite I know.

Now what was so funny about my fishing methods is the question? I went out to the campsite... off shore.. with my swimsuit on because I knew it was shallow and I wanted to cast out farther. Well, my plan worked and I caught a good eater Northern. So I took the bench at the camp site, threw the bench in the water, grabbed my fillet knief, and proceeded to clean the fish while kneeling in the water. I then cleaned off the bench with water and heard some giggling coming from a boat and some guy say, "Is that a female cleaning a fish, in the lake?" Now I take it these guys were not from the Iron Range, what was so wrong with my methods? :) MEN!!!!!!!!!!!