Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry


Today basically sucks so far. The fifth full day of Spring and we are having one of the worst snows we've had this year. It was truly nasty coming in to work this morning. Work would have been cancelled except we go on the same schedule the schools do and the big stuff didn't start coming down until after the busses started running so none of the office managers knew what to do about it I guess. Anyway, the weekend was nice.

Funny thing about relaxation. If I sit around the house all weekend doing nothing, I feel so guilty about not getting anything done. But if I go out fishing, I don't feel guilty at all. So that's what I did Saturday. I had a whole bunch of plans of what I was going to do but it only took one mention from Rob or going fishing and I was out the door and in the truck. We actually did less fishing and more driving around looking for places to go fishing. We stopped by Rob's dad's place and had a beer with Alvin and Bill while we all tried to figure out what was wrong withthe Allis Chalmers tractor. I swear it must have looked like a scene from "King of the Hill." 4 rednecks standing around with beers in their hands going, "Yup!"

Then Rob an I went down to Nolan's pond and cought some nice largemouths. Not enough for a fish fry so we let them go in Alvin's pond so we could catch them again later. On the way out of the pastrue I noticed a dead cow. The conversation went something like this. "Rob, does your dad know he has a dead cow?" "I don't know, you sure it's dead?" "Well most live cows I've ever seen aren't bloated like that and have thier front leg chewed off down to the bone." "Yup, that's a dead cow alright. Wanna kick it to make sure it's dead?" "nope, that's allright. You kick a dead cow like that and they tend to explode." "Yup!"

I don't know which is worse, seeing a dead cow or having seen them often enough, you know what happens when you kick them!

We drove around some then headed back to town to see if Robbie wanted to go out to the strip mine ponds with us. Robbie is so whipped, I swear. He was going with his wife to church for marriage counseling. I asked him how long he had been going and he said three months. I asked him if it had helped any and he said "no." So I told him he should just go fishing with us because he's get more good out of it. But we couldn't convince him. So we went on our own. Just as well I suppose because we would have had to listen to him bitch about his bad marriage the whole time.

So Rob and I went down to Doc's Dock and fished for bass some more. Didn't catch a damn thing but I think the water was still too cold because that pond is 30 feet deep or so. Went back to the house and ate some venison jerky waiting for Gwen to get home. She brought pizza and we watched a DVD and had pizza for dinner. Rob and I did some work on the planning for the North Carolina fireworks show. We wanted some different effects so we are thinking we might do a Niagra Falls, a string of 50,000 firecrackers, 20 ground bombs and a barrage of 2" Roman candles. Still a bunch of planning left to do and we still have $1700 left to spend on it. Should be fun ryl!

Sunday I actually worked. I got another fence row pulled out with the tractor and all the posts pulled from the previous work. Iworked until the rain started coming down. It smelled so clean and wonderful. But I'm glad i got that work done because the rain and snow will make the fields a mess. I also pulled in a whole elm tree that the wind storm last week had brought down over the fence. Tore my henads up on old rusty barbed wire though. Have I mentioned lately how glad I am to have gotten a tetanus shot recently?

Headed home fairly early but hit a fairly severe snowstorm in the process of getting really nasty. Took me three hours where it normallyt takes me 1 1/2 hours to get home. Did a web page fro the Bone Fire pics I took last week. They are here:


Now I'm sitting at work hoping they send us home.



PS - the guy who they sent on the Press OK instead of me is stuck on the runway at the St. Louis airport. See, I would have been halfway to the plant by now because I would have driven.


Mar. 25th, 2002 03:02 pm (UTC)
Dang! I knew I forgot something Saturday! I meant to ask him if he could come. Being Mr. Chemistry, he'd probably love it. Did he ever tell you about the firecracker lab last year?

Catching people on fire...okay, leave work at work. Stupid omens in 1.3. Out of my head I command you!
Mar. 25th, 2002 03:14 pm (UTC)
We can always use an extra spotter or two but if I can manage it, I'll let you light something. Especially if you help us do the set up during the day. The 50,000 firecracker string is notorious for going out mid string. Actually the force of the explosions blows the string apart so we are thinking of tying them to an upright post and laying on this stuff called sticky match. it's basically black powder stuck to a long piece of clear tape and burns at about 10 feet per second. That would make sure it all went off but it might all go off at one too. So that's something we'll be trying to figure out. Among other things. Should be fun.

Mar. 25th, 2002 03:21 pm (UTC)
That sounds very very cool.
Mar. 25th, 2002 03:25 pm (UTC)
Luckily we are not doing a Poisonous Spider cake. They frequently break out the side and shoot little flaming zingers at all the team members. But we may be doing a 100 shot Magnum load Thunder King. One of the loudest effects you can get short of mortars. It's always a fun show to do anyway. Plus the staff feeds you for free. Free food is always a plus.

Mar. 25th, 2002 03:35 pm (UTC)
Wouldn't it be great to be the person who names fireworks? "Poisonous Spider Cake" sounds like a mystery novel to me. "Thunder King" would be a great name for a racehorse. The only thing more fun to name would be drinks and there you're kind of restricted to the porn star and wrestler-sounding names.
Mar. 26th, 2002 08:59 am (UTC)
I named a drink once. The St. James Tropical Rum Surprise. What went into it each time was as much of a surprise to me as it was to the customer. I know a guy who hase fireworks named after him. His name is Jim Freeman and he came up with the idea for Freeman shells. These are 6-10 inch mortar shells shaped like big salamis which have multiple aerial efects in each shell and a very loud report. So we know if we are lightinga show and the person loading says #6 is a Freeman, you light it and get the hell out of the way.



Wander aka StoneBear
Bear Dancer Studios

Latest Month

January 2019

Page Summary

Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Teresa Jones