I wanna know
where the hell they got my home number?
This is beginning to really piss me off. Every other day, I get a phone call on the home phone for me from someone who barely has a grasp on the english language. Then they launch into a spiel about "how I've been approved for a credit card with rates epsecially for college students." And this is coming from Discover and Mastercard among others.
Hmm....
Wait, I already have a credit card. It's Visa, and I notice that Visa never calls me. I think my school sold me out. Those bastards. Those money-grubbing bastards. Really. Here, I put my faith into an institution of higher learning only to have those greedy, scumsucking, bottom-dwellers give my information to a credit card company. So then this company decides to call me at home. I don't want to talk when I'm at home. What makes you think that I "was approved" in the first place. I did not sign up. I know I didn't unless I've got the worst case of sleepwalking that has ever existed because I must walk out of my room, sit down, turn my comp on, browse the web, and then sign up for a credit card all while being asleep.
That would be simply spectacular, on many levels, the least of which is that I'm a surly bastard if I get out of bed before I want to.
Also, who taught these people to speak English? I think they went out on the street and found people with the thickest language or the least rudimentary skills of speaking it. Do I really trust you if you've got Abdul telling me "Roosty yew arre approoved for a Disssscover card for college age stoodents?" No. I don't trust you. Like I want someone whom can barely speak English looking at a screen with my personal information. Next thing I know, I'll be getting money from Nigeria.
At least I've shut the last three "small business loan rate credit" people up with an ultra rude,"How did you get this number? This isn't a business. Quit calling here," in the snarkiest (thank you becka for the word) tone I can muster. Just wait until I figure out an even more suitable reply for these college age credit people.
To a great man, Farewell.
My grandfather whom passed away this morning at about 12:15 or so. I had a feeling like I knew it was going to happen today for some reason. I don't know how to describe why I felt like I knew it was going to happen today, but I just knew. I knew it for sure when the phone rang in the darkness of the midnight hour.
It was more than his time as he had battled a stroke that he suffered in October of 03. It was sad to see a man who had a wealth of knowledge and life experience struggle to remember his own grandchildren's ages. We all knew that his time was coming and so his passing was not a shock. It's more a feeling of emptiness and loss which is better than the shock of a sudden death I guess. The Fish, Minderooski and I were his only three grandchildren.
Ugh. What do you say in a time like this? We're leaving for Texas in the morning sometime. So that means run around, dig out things to pack for the trip down there, try to get all my shit done that I needed to do by Friday and all that other wonderful fun stuff that one gets to do when life throws a wrench in what seemed to be a smoothly working machine.
What's going to get me is having to be around those witches that are disguised as my grandmother's sisters. No one, and I mean no one has ever met anyone more bitter than those two women, Jane and Bean. I just have a problem dealing with some of that side of the family. I don't know what it stems from, maybe this holier than thou attitude that they have always exhibited. I lost a lot of my respect for that side when the letter arrived back in the fall from Jane's three kids pleading for monetary contributions from "the cousins" to help aid Bean. I quote "only after we see how the cousins are willing to help on what level, the we can assess what we can do to help Bean." Excuse me, but begging the cousins for money first? Something about the whole undertone about that letter made my skin bristle.
Dammit, i'm starting to rant. I know that there will not be any traditional funeral service as both my grandparents had written provisions into their wills that their bodies be given to science. My grandmother said something about a concert in his memory so things will surely be interesting.
Anyways, I'm off to Texas for who knows how long.
What a weekend
It was a good weekend.
I sit here about to write about this weekend while I should be studying, but I'm to the "aww screw it point." I'm tired enough not worry about it. Plus she drops one low test score. It's no big deal.
It feels like I spent my weekend outside, and now that I look back on it, I think I did. Friday, dad and I spent the day fishing. But I can't remember what we did friday night except watch the Braves play on TBS. I know I went to bed because I was hunting the next morning.
Saturday came and I woke up 15 minutes later than I had anticipated but was still out the door only two minutes late. I met Gyles and Jar over at Jar's parents and we headed out to where we were going hunting. We got out there and got geared up in all our camo, facenetting and gloves. The three of us set out across the field when we heard a gobble off in the distance. We had to cross a little creek in the process and finally we were set up. Jar hunkered down about 15 yards behind us and he started calling. It was still dark, but he kept getting gobbles. At one point it sounded like every turkey in the county was perched up in the trees. The gobbling started down in the south and moved through the area like a tornado.
By now it was getting light enough to see the turkeys off roosting in the distance. I was using binoculars to assist me. About 7 ish, they decided it was time to come down. So what did they do? They flew off the wrong way. We spent the next two hours trying to track them down but to no avail. We walked back to the car and the G-man said he was going home. Jar and I decided to go on a drive to the spot that I spent Thursday morning at with no luck.
We made a stop for coffee, and then took the back way in towards this field. In the adjacent quarter-section, we saw a lone turkey off in the distance. I asked Jar if he could get him in. Jar wasn't sure but he was going to try. We got out of my exploder and started making our way down the hedge when we heard a gobble off in the distance to our right. At this point i thought things were looking up. Continuing south, we set up shop on the backside of a waterway on the downside of a little berm, up against a plum thicket facing south right in the opening of the waterway that split the hedge. I thought if Jar could get the turkey coming towards us he'd walk around the opening in the hedge right into my line of fire. It seemed like a good plan.
Jar made a call or two and we heard a gobble off in the distance to our right where we had seen the turkey, right away. Again he called, again a gobble and it sounded closer than it was before. A little while later we heard gobbles off to the south, then gobbles off to our right again. At one point it sounded like we had two turkeys off to our right.
Jar asked me if I knew when to shoot a turkey and I didn't. He whispered to me not to shoot it when it's strutting as it's head is down and harder to hit. The turkey seemed to be inching its way closer slowly. Jar started telling me a story about his wife's brother-in-law and a gun. I was quietly laughing when he made another call to which he got a shocking response.
The turkey was on the other side of the hedge only 30 yards away.
"Get your gun up, get your gun up," he hissed to me.
"Like this?" I shot back pulling my gun up. He nodded and made another call. We got another gobble. By now, I was nervous like I had never been, my heart fluttering and beating so loud I thought the turkey could hear it. I'm pretty sure I was shaking with a mix of anticipation, fear and even a little self doubt. Again another gobble from just the other side of the hedge and I was half laying down, sitting back with my gun up, pointed in the way that I thought the turkey would come through.
I heard a snap of a twig on my right. To our surprise, the turkey strolled through the hedge row. I couldn't swing my gun to shoot because he was staring right at me. Jar was ducked down in the plum thicket telling me not to move. The turkey was incredibly wary. He moved away a little bit and finally after another call from Jar he began to strut. I slowly eased my way down the backside of the little embankment. I turned over and the game was new.
I was able to finally move my gun around to the point where I could maybe get a shot off. The turkey was beginning to move away from us. By now I was worried that it would get out of range, or into a spot that I couldn't shoot because of the plum thicket.
"When should I shoot it?" I hissed to Jar.
"Whenever you can!!" He hissed back.
I decided to take my shot. I got to my knees. It seems like it was one motion that took forever. I popped up, drew a bead on it's head and fired. The head of the turkey disappeared behind the other embankment.
"I got him. Did i get him? I think I got him.I think I got him" I almost ran up to the bird. Halfway there, Jar was saying "Pace it off, pace it off."
At that point, we got up and went over to my first turkey laying on the ground with a perfect shot to the head. We packed up our stuff and paced off the shot at 38 yards. I took him home and did the measurements of spurs of 1 to 1/4 inch, a beard lenght of 8 inches and weight about 20 lbs.
I spent the next two hours cleaning the bird. Mom popped him in the oven about noon and then it was time to work. Jar and I did about 3 hours of yardwork including rototilling and tree removal. that lasted until 3ish. Then we spent the next 6 hours moving stuff to his house, including beds, chairs and a desk or two. We also moved a 10 panel dog pen. After a shower, we hooked back up for some starcraft.
I did my best impression of a coma sleeping from 12:30 til 11:30. After a lunch, Jar and I moved yet more stuff to the house using my explorer. I played some catch with my sister, until my pops joined us and started hitting us flies and grounders.
Anyways. I should go to bed since i've got a test tomorrow
A morning to forget
I'm retarded.
Really, sometimes I wonder if I wasn't dropped on the head as a child or if I never fully developed in the brain area. There has to be a reason that I be stoopid.
Anyways, why do I feel stupid? I know that by now, everyone is wondering why I feel this way. Today kicked off spring turkey season. After getting home and getting off the phone with April, I began to lay out my stuff, including jeans, shirts, hat, the camo pouches, that type of thing. I finally decided that it was time for me to hit the sack as my alarm was set for 5:20. Before going to bed, I got the coffee maker ready so all I would have to do would be plug it in.
So, I finally roused from my sleep. After laying in bed for a little, I decided it was time to get up. For some reason, I couldn't remember my alarm going off, but I didn't think anything of it. I walked upstairs, fired up the coffee maker, went to the bathroom, then back downstairs to get dressed. I pulled on everything except for my boots. I had even put on my hat, double checking that I had everything laid out. I finally glanced at the clock because it kind of felt like I was running late.
It said 2:37.
I thought to myself "There's no way I can be reading that right." I went upstairs and checked the microwave. Yup, 2:38. I checked my T.V. 2:37. I couldn't believe it. I was dumbfounded. I sheepishly crept back upstairs and unplugged the coffee maker. I pulled off my clothes and went back to bed.
It's official. I'm retarded.
Two days and counting
So, the time is coming once again.
Last year was unsuccessful, but this year, I have a renewed vigor to accomplish my goal. It will take some dedication, hard work and even patience, but I have all three of the elements.
I'm talking about spring turkey season.
Today was a good day because I saw three gigantic toms which was like pouring gas on a small fire. Wednesday can't get here soon enough. I'll be up at the asscrack of dawn to go hunt turkeys.
But there is a problem.
And it's one of my worst nightmares.
The place I am going first had several big toms on it last year. There is also a flock that hangs out around the area. I thought my chances were good for bagging a gobbler. However, that was until Saturday. I pulled up to the northeast entrance to this 1/4 section to see what was on the other side of the hedge row so I knew what to expect.
There in the entrance to the other adjacent 1/4 was this little yellow sign proclaiming prosecution for tresspassers, not a highly uncommon detail on signs. There was other writing on the sign though.
That's when I read it, and let loose with a word that rhymed with duck.
On the sign, were the words "LEASED BY some bullcrap Kansas Outdoorsman shooting thingy". All that translates into is Sedgwick County (Wichita) mofo's with guns and no ethics whatsoever. Why did the landowner have to lease it? Why did he do that? Why did he unknowlingly screw us?
I hate Sedgwick County hunters. Sure, there are some exceptions to the rule, but for the most part 97% these guys are unethical urban dickweeds that have no respect for others or even the property they hunt. They are infact the ones that have sent me diving for cover on more than one occasion to avoid being shot. I've screamed at them at the top of my lungs because they just hopped into fields we were already in.
Now I'm turkey hunting. Turkey hunting is different because we wear full camo, which adds an element of danger to the hunt. These guys are the type of guys to shoot first without knowing what exactly the target is. In fact, I think it was Sedgwick Co. boys that were hunting the same area, when they called each other in and the one shot the other because he was just guessing that there was a turkey in the bush.
And they will be hunting right across the hedge row from me. Great, just freaking great.
Sometimes it feels like
I'm surrounded by idiots.
I'm playing spring softball, since I am a softball whore. I'll play anywhere for anyone except that jamtart Blake. Anyways, this team that I'm playing on, has a few of the familiar faces from the fall ball team. I thought that the twins weren't going to be on the team.
Whoops, was I wrong.
Both twins are playing, well, attempting to play. Case, our manager type person, had enough of Twin 1's atrocious serve-it-up pitching and told Timmy that he would pitch for the season. That was a great move because Timmy is a good pitcher. I believe that Timmy would be a better pitcher than Twin 1 even if Timmy was pitching left-handed. That left Twin 1 without a position which forced Case to put him at catcher. That's fine because Twin 1 can actually catch occaisionally. However, he has never backed anything up in his life except maybe a toilet or two.
That leaves Twin 2 playing what was supposed to be my original position at first. We're faced with a double-edged sword as Twin 2 can only catch a ball thrown right at him, and even then he can struggle. There is no way that he could ever dig one out from the dirt. Here's the problem, if I'm put at first, that means that he's put out in right and he couldn't catch a fly ball if he was using a garbage can.
What kills us though is their bad desicions in the field. Tonight for example, we had a play at first. Twin 2 actually made the catch, but the runner at second took off. Timmy was yelling "NO! NO! NO!" so that Twin 2 wouldn't throw the ball, but that never registered through his feeble mind. He throws a wild throw into the NEXT FIELD and the runner trots home.
The other problem with these two is the fact that someone never taught them how to run the bases. Both of them run while looking at the ball which slows them down. Argh they're frustrating.
It wasn't a good night as we got drilled 17-7. JP didn't have a good game as he made three errors out in left center. For some reason just because he played college baseball, he thinks he should be God's gift to softball. So when he makes an error or two, he quits trying, then he starts trying to force it at the dish. Case and DD had all kinds of trouble on the left side of the infield. Case just rushes his throws and I can't get it through his head that he need to just take that extra split second to find his target.
It looked like Timmy and I were the only two that showed up to play tonight. I went 2-3 with 3 ribbies which felt great. I was way overdue to hit the ball.
Hopefully we can put up our clown shoes for Thursday's twinbill.
I'm getting too old for this...
I mean it.
Although, I really think I could have kept going strong, I became responsible and went home.
I guess I should start from the beginning. This weekend was a bachelor party for a friend of mine, Hole. Hole is in fact my brother from another mother's little brother so in essence he's like a family member only once removed.
Anyways, (if you can follow that, i'm probably not as tired as i think i am) he wanted to have a bachelor party that consisted of a LAN party and lots and lots and lots of computer games. I think he was under orders from his wife to keep it low key, which was fine with me because there would be beer there and I could go as comic relief and get killed a lot.
I bounded out of bed at eight in the morning to go watch my stud cousins play volleyball in a church tournament. We ended up watching them play four games during the morning before I finally decided it was time to go over to Jarr's to get all his crap for the party.
I rubber banded everything that we were taking including cords, speakers, a briefcase, a digital camera, and even the Bicardi bottle. We were laughing outlandishly at just goofy crap as we ran to WalMart to pick up other supplies. We left our self respect in the car as we bought plastic swords to dress up like Iraqi terrorists when we played Desert Combat, but just in case that we were on the Allied forces, we grabbed plastic Army helmets. Armed with this we proceeded to the party.
We played games all night. Finally about 5 a.m. I decided it was time for me to grab some sleep, so I headed home. I feel asleep at 6 and woke up at noon.
I realize that this about zapped me. Plus I went fishing in the wind, and I'm sure that helps add to my tiredness.
anyways, i'm off to bed
Procured from Becka who thieved from Bev
First best friend: Jeff (and we've been friend since we have been 5)
First job: shoveling dirt/bussing tables
First screen name: Cockroach, i'm old school like that
First self purchased album: Wow, i'm having to think really hard..but I think it was John Cougar Mellencamp
First crush: Teresa
First funeral: great grandmother
First piercing: Thumb
First credit card: Still have my reliable one
First true love: Hmm, no true love so far
First enemy: Andrew, we were at each other's throats for a long long time
First big trip: Mexico probably
First play/musical/performance: We did a money musical in third grade. I'm ignoring all the christmas programs that i lip synched through
Lasts
Last cigarette: July of 94...
Last car ride: To the barn tonight
Last bus ride: to contest last year..fuckers wouldn't let me drive straight to contest..no I had to go west to school 30 miles, ride on a bus back to the southeast for almost an hour, rather than drive STRAIGHT south for 30 miles and meet them. Bitter, your party of one is now seating.
Last good cry: My uncle's wake in May of 03
Last library book: Probably some Hardy Boys book
Last movie seen:Five Deadly Venoms..oh yes. it's right up there with Master...
Last beverage drank: water
Last food consumed: crab legs baby, crab legs
Last Crush: I'm not a player, I just crush a lot
Last phone call: to my sister whom never returned it
Last tv show watched: Forensic Files on Court TV
Last time showered: today before lunch
Last shoes worn: a pair of old New Balance
Last annoyance: my mother whom didn't explain anything
Last disappointment: my back hurting today
Last ice cream eaten: uh...some vanilla i think
Last shirt worn: my HCC hooded sweatshirt
Last website visited: Becka's
Last Person talked to/chatted with: Carrie
a p p e a r a n c e
height: 6-0
hair color: brown with highlights
eye color: depends on my mood, brown on the inside, green on the out though
piercings: nothing currently, but i am going fishing sunday.
tattoos: none yet.
r i g h t n o w
what color pants are you wearing?: black shorts
what song are you listening to?: Doyle Bramhall II -Jellycream
what taste is in your mouth?: saliva
what's the weather like?: not too bad, promise of a joyful day manana
how are you?: getting tired. out at the barn all day and held a horse for two hours
d o y o u
get motion sickness?: um...i don't think so
have a bad habit?: filling out surveys
get along with your parents? pretty much
like to drive?: actually i do.
f a v o r i t e s
conditioner: i don't have a favorite
non alcoholic drink: probably water
alcoholic drink: margaritas
thing to do on the weekend: fish, hunt, cook, hang out, play ball, play golf, kill brain cells, yard work, watch sports, play poker
band or group or singer or rapper: blah, way too many,( I agree with Bev here but I really dig Los Lonely Boys)
h a v e y o u
broken the law: my lawyer said i can't talk about it
ran away from home: yeah, but i only got as far as the fire hydrant
snuck out of the house: oh yes. many time..hence the lawyer
ever gone skinny dipping: no
made a prank phone call: Yes, and the guy thought it was hilarious
ever tipped over a porta potty: nope
used your parents' credit card before: yes, yes i have
skipped school before: a couple of times...even in high school, but i was under the watchful eye of my father as we went to a sporting event
fell asleep in the shower/bath: no, i'm too worried about falling out and catching my head on the sink and bleeding to death from my cut that will open again someday
been in a school play: didn't we go over this once?
let a friend cry on your shoulder: yes many many many many times. I've lost lots of sleep
l o v e
boyfriend: no. i'm straight
girlfriend: nope, no chance of that happening
sexuality: straight
children: No, but if I do...i want 10 so i can quarterback my own football team
current crush: do i have any right now? not really
been in love: not to my knowledge
had a hard time getting over someone: possibly
been hurt: yes. the bitch lied to me
your greatest regret: not playing basketball in high school
gone out with someone you only knew for three days: nope
r a n d o m
do you have a job: yes, and it's good
your cd player has in it right now: Joss Stone in my vehicle, Doyle Bramhall in my comp
if you were a crayon what color would you be?: green. always green
what makes you happy: fishing, hunting, playing ball, playing golf, just waking up in the morning with a pulse
who makes you happiest: me. i'm a ray of light no matter where i go
what's the next cd you're gonna get?: hmm...maybe Kenny Wayne Shepherd or Crossfade
who do you consider good friends?: I will not call them ratbags like becka did. But they know who they are.
w h e n / w h a t w a s t h e l a s t
you got a real letter?: My birthday
you got e-mail: today obviously
thing you purchased: lunch
movie you saw in the theater: I think it was with April...I think it was the Village.
