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Friday, November 20, 2009
BAD PET OWNERS SUCK!
2:20
We just saw the most awful thing. I thought Daddy was gonna stop and punch this guy out. So we are driving along the highway, through the outskirts of a town, when we see this guy swerve to the greenbelt in the middle of the road, and slam on his breaks. So we think his truck is on fire or something. He gets out and starts running through the tall grass in the median. We see he’s running after his DOG! The dog was wearing a Stars and Bars bandana and was an ol’ coon dog and probably beagle mix. He was running all frantic and funny-like through the grass. It looked like at least one if not both his front legs were broken because he kept falling over and it didn’t look like it was the tall grass that was causing the problem. The stupid redneck asshole prolly had his dog in the back of his truck and it fell or jumped out!!! Daddy was yelling and cursing for a good 5 min about it, and continued muttering under his breath about it for another 20. It was a really irresponsible thing for that guy to have done. Animals are not disposable or invincible. They are also not that smart. They rely on us, their humans to be not only their caregiver, but their protector as well. A dog should NEVER EVER EVER ride in the back of a truck OR with its’ head out the window. Anyone who does that is a bad pet owner and should not be allowed to have a pet. I don’t care who this offends; you suck if you allow your animals to ride this way! Oh we were so ripped!!!
We just saw the most awful thing. I thought Daddy was gonna stop and punch this guy out. So we are driving along the highway, through the outskirts of a town, when we see this guy swerve to the greenbelt in the middle of the road, and slam on his breaks. So we think his truck is on fire or something. He gets out and starts running through the tall grass in the median. We see he’s running after his DOG! The dog was wearing a Stars and Bars bandana and was an ol’ coon dog and probably beagle mix. He was running all frantic and funny-like through the grass. It looked like at least one if not both his front legs were broken because he kept falling over and it didn’t look like it was the tall grass that was causing the problem. The stupid redneck asshole prolly had his dog in the back of his truck and it fell or jumped out!!! Daddy was yelling and cursing for a good 5 min about it, and continued muttering under his breath about it for another 20. It was a really irresponsible thing for that guy to have done. Animals are not disposable or invincible. They are also not that smart. They rely on us, their humans to be not only their caregiver, but their protector as well. A dog should NEVER EVER EVER ride in the back of a truck OR with its’ head out the window. Anyone who does that is a bad pet owner and should not be allowed to have a pet. I don’t care who this offends; you suck if you allow your animals to ride this way! Oh we were so ripped!!!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Pinstripers and Sex Shops
1:19pm
We are on our way to Surf City, NC to have linner (lunch and dinner) with some of Daddy’s friends that he met recently at the Hot Rod show he had photographed in Syracuse, NY. They are largely responsible for putting together the panel jams (where a bunch of pro pinstripers get together and each take turns laying lines on a panel that is later auctioned off) that raise money for a non-profit organization helping battered children in the area called the McMahon house. He also hosts an annual event as part of the show, called Arties Party, where all the top talents in the pinstriping biz can get together to share ideas or to meet up with old friends. Linda, Artie and Daddy had hit it off really well at the show and he wanted them to meet Seamus and me. Artie had told us a better way to get to his place, other than the main road which he knew would be congested, especially at this time of day. Well, we missed the turn-off, so we ended up following the GPS route anyway. It was one of those great southern strips of road for tourists where the stores’ pattern was as follows: Firework shop, mini-golf, seafood restaurant, sex shop, supersized swim/beach store, sex shop, mini-golf, other restaurant, sex shop, mini-golf, repeat.
We are on our way to Surf City, NC to have linner (lunch and dinner) with some of Daddy’s friends that he met recently at the Hot Rod show he had photographed in Syracuse, NY. They are largely responsible for putting together the panel jams (where a bunch of pro pinstripers get together and each take turns laying lines on a panel that is later auctioned off) that raise money for a non-profit organization helping battered children in the area called the McMahon house. He also hosts an annual event as part of the show, called Arties Party, where all the top talents in the pinstriping biz can get together to share ideas or to meet up with old friends. Linda, Artie and Daddy had hit it off really well at the show and he wanted them to meet Seamus and me. Artie had told us a better way to get to his place, other than the main road which he knew would be congested, especially at this time of day. Well, we missed the turn-off, so we ended up following the GPS route anyway. It was one of those great southern strips of road for tourists where the stores’ pattern was as follows: Firework shop, mini-golf, seafood restaurant, sex shop, supersized swim/beach store, sex shop, mini-golf, other restaurant, sex shop, mini-golf, repeat.
Monday, November 2, 2009
The NO Venus Fly Trap Trail!
Day 4
12:34pm
12:34pm
After breaking down the campsite we drove to what the park had named Flytrap Trail. Here we were to find not only the Venus Flytraps, which was our entire reason for visiting the park, but several other endangered and bizarre carnivorous plants. It was early but the sun was already hot, a far cry from the overcast thunder showers predicted yesterday. Good thing, because we going trail walking rain or shine, shine was just bound to be more fun. We walked the whole trail and saw a lot of great flora and some fauna, but you know what??? NOT A SINGLE GODDAMM FLYTRAP!!! We even went searching off the trail like bad lil’ kids to the swampier areas to find some, but we still came up with nothing. The only one we did see was the Yellow Pitcher Plant. 
It was cool to find, and made for some nice photos, but I wanted Flytraps dammit. I mean if you go to Flytrap Trail there should be at least a few Flytraps, right? Am I asking too much?? I mean they could transplant some along the path to satisfy the tourists’. No one would be the wiser! ALAS!!!!
It was cool to find, and made for some nice photos, but I wanted Flytraps dammit. I mean if you go to Flytrap Trail there should be at least a few Flytraps, right? Am I asking too much?? I mean they could transplant some along the path to satisfy the tourists’. No one would be the wiser! ALAS!!!!We did see some other cool plants and the nature trail was very pretty.......
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Pogo Sticks and Pig Tails
9:22 pm
After leaving Chapel Hill, we headed south on to Carolina Beach State Park, along the coastline, not far from Myrtle Beach. There we rented a campsite for the night, for only $18, a much better deal than the KOA’s can offer. We were hoping to see some Venus Flytraps, and the other carnivorous plants boasted to grow here. The Flytraps can ONLY be found growing naturally within a 60 mile radius located in Southern NC and Northern SC. It had been overcast and rainy all day. With no signs the sky would clear we picked out site and headed to the local grocery for some meat to grill and all the BBQ fixin’s. It eventually cleared up a bit and we had a great lil cookout. As we were relaxing with some brew and Seamus way playing pyro with the dwindling fire we hear a strange sound, almost like banging in the sidewalk. We looked around the patch of trees separating the sites and there were three young girls bouncing up and down on pogo sticks. Now let me tell you whenever I had tried the pogo in my child hood I never got past the second or third bounce. These girls could go for a good 10 min, especially the oldest one, who began showing off her skills but bouncing a good 10 times in a row with NO HANDS! Man could she get air too. Her lil blonde braided pig-tails were flopping with each bound and her bright blue eyes shining with excitement. They were a riot!
Look Ma No Hands!
Major pogo ACTION!
WE LOVE CAMPING!
MEAT!!!
The boys being dorks!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Down on the Farm
Day 3
1:28pm
We accidentally slept in late, and didn’t get up until about 8:45 am. We knew Tori had to leave for work at about 7 that day, so we didn’t get to say bye to her. And naturally being on a farm, Mark and Molly had been up for hours. I could see that by 9am, the time I wandered into the kitchen, they had made and eaten breakfast. They had also made muffins and gathered some fruit from the garden, or fridge, not sure which, cut it up all nice, and left it out for us to eat. Mark was out mowing the yard, and Molly was drinking coffee and working in the den. She said we’d have to make fresh coffee because that pot was already cold. Damn they DID get up early! We showered and got ready, and then I wanted to go take a few pics of the barnyard and pens. I was just going to snap some pics through the fence, but molly said we should go in the pens. 1st we went into see the poultry. 
I never knew there were so many kinds of chickens. Some were regular ones, but others were black and white, and others had long feathers on their heads that flopped around when they ran about. They looked like lil rockers bangin’ their heads to some heavy metal!
We all got to hold this one chicken that was a bit tamer than the rest. Their grand-daughter had spent some time with them and taken a liking to that one. She used to play with it and fed it blueberries. So it had not only gotten spoiled but quite docile as well. He was all black and had the longer feathers on his head and they fell down covering his jet black eyes.
They were soooo cute, and would bleat for their mother who would come over in a huff to make sure they were ok. The big billy-goat had a longer goatee than Daddy’s and they had some fun sticking their tongues out at each other. He was a bit more standoffish and with those big horns we didn’t dare attempt to force him to get in a picture with us. Then there were the sheep. The sheep were a freakin’ riot! They just loved to be scratched and would loll their heads back and forth, roll their eyes and stick their tongues out. Not unlike a dog whose leg shakes when you rub him in just the right spot.
Next we went to the pig pen. These were some BIG pigs, and we were not about to go in the pen with them. They were rowdy, running around and bashing each others’ rumps with their snouts. But we got some cute pics of them through the slats in the pen. 
So what was originally going to be another morning of getting ready and hitting the road, turned into a glorious morning down on the farm. It was soooooo refreshing and enjoyable to just walk through the wet grass with a hot cup of coffee on a chilly morning and play with the animals.
1:28pm
I never knew there were so many kinds of chickens. Some were regular ones, but others were black and white, and others had long feathers on their heads that flopped around when they ran about. They looked like lil rockers bangin’ their heads to some heavy metal! 
We all got to hold this one chicken that was a bit tamer than the rest. Their grand-daughter had spent some time with them and taken a liking to that one. She used to play with it and fed it blueberries. So it had not only gotten spoiled but quite docile as well. He was all black and had the longer feathers on his head and they fell down covering his jet black eyes. 
Mollie found a passionflower growing in the pen and picked it for me. They are just such beautiful, unique flowers. I had no idea they grew in the US. I always thought they were so tropical, and could only be found in the jungles of Costa Rica or something. We also spent time in with the goats and sheep. There were two kids in there that were about a week or so old and we got to play with and hold them.
They were soooo cute, and would bleat for their mother who would come over in a huff to make sure they were ok. The big billy-goat had a longer goatee than Daddy’s and they had some fun sticking their tongues out at each other. He was a bit more standoffish and with those big horns we didn’t dare attempt to force him to get in a picture with us. Then there were the sheep. The sheep were a freakin’ riot! They just loved to be scratched and would loll their heads back and forth, roll their eyes and stick their tongues out. Not unlike a dog whose leg shakes when you rub him in just the right spot.
Next we went to the pig pen. These were some BIG pigs, and we were not about to go in the pen with them. They were rowdy, running around and bashing each others’ rumps with their snouts. But we got some cute pics of them through the slats in the pen. 
So what was originally going to be another morning of getting ready and hitting the road, turned into a glorious morning down on the farm. It was soooooo refreshing and enjoyable to just walk through the wet grass with a hot cup of coffee on a chilly morning and play with the animals.
Friday, October 16, 2009
11:29 pm
After dinner we all sat around and talked about different things. Daddy and I caught up with Tori and we all shared stories of recent adventures. Later in the evening we all watched Iron man before Mark and Molly called it a night and we put Seamus to bed. Then the three of us all went out to the back porch and hung out talking and relaxing. We saw the biggest slug ever, it was just going round and round the dog food bowl. It was so big that Marabellle, the Lab mix was growling at it! Probably saying get off my food you asshole!
After dinner we all sat around and talked about different things. Daddy and I caught up with Tori and we all shared stories of recent adventures. Later in the evening we all watched Iron man before Mark and Molly called it a night and we put Seamus to bed. Then the three of us all went out to the back porch and hung out talking and relaxing. We saw the biggest slug ever, it was just going round and round the dog food bowl. It was so big that Marabellle, the Lab mix was growling at it! Probably saying get off my food you asshole!
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