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		<title>Paddle Boat Fishing &amp; Other Adventures Pt. 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 04:33:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Craig &#38; Joel were pretty excited when fishing season rolled around every year.  The two brothers were 16 years apart in age but fishing was one of the activites they could both enjoy.  Sometimes the other brothers Drew, Robert &#38; Dan would go along.  Mostly though it was time that Craig &#38; Joel spent bonding. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><!-- Start Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><!-- End Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic -->Craig &amp; Joel were pretty excited when fishing season rolled around every year.  The two brothers were 16 years apart in age but fishing was one of the activites they could both enjoy.  Sometimes the other brothers Drew, Robert &amp; Dan would go along.  Mostly though it was time that Craig &amp; Joel spent bonding.  Though they enjoyed fishing neither of them owned a boat so sometimes they borrowed one from their friend John; other times they fished from the shores of the local lakes.  Of course after a while Craig &amp; Joel got tired of not being able to go out on the lake whenever they wanted.</p>
<p>Dan was working one day- roofing a house when the owner came out &amp; offered him a paddle boat.  The owner was getting ready to move across country &amp; needed to get rid of it.  Dan thought of his kids &amp; happily accepted.  Dan figured when the kids were a bit older they&#8217;d love having a lake toy.  Not having a way to haul the paddle boat Dan gave Drew a call. &#8220;Hey man, whatcha doing?  Got a minute to buzz down &amp; pick up something in your truck&#8221;? &#8220;Sure, whatever Dan.  What is it this time&#8221;? Drew was curious as the boys all had a habit of picking up odd items when offered free.<br />
&#8220;Oh just a paddle boat.  Shouldn&#8217;t be a problem to get into the truck.  Craig said I could leave it in his garage &#8217;til we get mine built.  He&#8217;s home so you can drop it off on your way by.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;A&#8217;ight, I&#8217;ll be down in a couple hours. See ya then.&#8221; Drew hung up &amp; went to explain to his wife why he was going to be gone all afternoon.</p>
<p>A few weeks passed &amp; the boys didn&#8217;t give much thought to the paddle boat until one day Craig&#8217;s wife complained that it was taking up her parking space in the garage.  &#8221;Get the thing out of my way! I&#8217;m so sick of having to park under the trees&#8230;my car always has sap &amp; leaves or worse all over it.&#8221;  Jenn was used to the boys storing stuff in the garage but usually it wasn&#8217;t as big as the paddle boat.</p>
<p>&#8220;Fine, I&#8217;ll move it tonight&#8221;, Craig muttered as he headed off to work on his garden/landscaping business.  During the long hot day Craig thought how nice it would be to finish work &amp; head out to do some fishing in the cool of the evening.  &#8221;Damn not having a boat anyway&#8230;I&#8217;m sick of asking John to borrow his &amp; I want to get out where the fish are really biting.  If only I could come up with some extra money.&#8221;  Shaking his head Craig gave Joel a call to see if they could go fishing.  Joel was more than game &amp; promised to have his gear ready when Craig stopped to pick him up after work.</p>
<p>After work Craig swung past his folks to pick up Joel.  He chatted with his mom, grabbed a fresh rhubarb muffin &amp; off the boys went leaving a cloud of dust drifting across the parched fields.  As Craig &amp; Joel discussed the advantages to fishing different spots Joel suddenly remembered the paddle boat sitting in Craig&#8217;s garage.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hey, it&#8217;s too bad we can&#8217;t use the paddle boat!  We could get past the reeds at the edge of Sanderson&#8217;s Slough&#8230;might give us a better shot at catching something.  It&#8217;ll be quieter than the lakes right now.&#8221; Craig gave a sort of dumbfounded look&#8230;.then his face broke out into a huge grin. &#8220;That&#8217;s awesome, it&#8217;s not like we&#8217;d have to paddle far.  And it&#8217;s so calm out there we wouldn&#8217;t drift much.&#8221;  Craig screeched to a halt at the nearest corner, whipped a U-wie &amp; headed toward his house. &#8220;Besides I promised Jenn I move it out of the garage tonight anyway&#8221;.</p>
<p>The two boys quickly grabbed the paddleboat &amp; with some awkward manuvering managed to get it on top of Craig&#8217;s car.  Several bungee cords &amp; a little duct tape for good luck later &amp; they were back on the road.</p>
<p>Once they reached Sanderson&#8217;s Slough the boys wrestled the paddle boat down from the car roof &amp; managed to slide it to the shore.  Getting it into the water past the reeds &amp; rushes was a challenge.  Craig ended up having to wade out about waist deep, pulling the paddle boat before they could move very well.  Climbing aboard the two of them peddled quickly toward the center of the water.  Craig used an old cooler with no lid as a makeshift drag anchor.  After a couple hours of fishing the boys had caught enough for a late dinner so they pulled up the cooler (which had nicely doubled as a place to keep their catch) and headed for shore.</p>
<p>Rather than go to all the trouble of getting the paddle boat back on the car, Craig &amp; Joel hid it in a little spot in the slough where they knew no one ever went &amp; tied it to a scrawy but tough tree.  As they climbed into the car the two were already making plans for the next Saturday.  They wanted to try their luck on Current Lake.</p>
<p>&#8220;We should call Drew, Robert &amp; Dan&#8230;see if they&#8217;re free too.  Drew can bring the smoker &amp; we can make a day of it.  I don&#8217;t mind taking turns on the paddle boat.  Besides my legs got tired&#8230;&#8221; Joel&#8217;s legs weren&#8217;t as long as Craig&#8217;s so he had a tough time keeping up.  Craig laughed, &#8220;Yeah, it&#8217;d be nice if we could find a way to&#8230;&#8221; Craig stopped the car in the middle of the road. &#8220;Hey! Remember that old trolling motor Dad has?  You know, the one he fixed up off that old boat that got smashed in the windstorm last summer.  I know it works great.  I bet Drew could weld a mount for it&#8230;it&#8217;d be perfect for the paddle boat!&#8221;</p>
<p>Craig took off again as Joel grabbed the cell phone to call Drew.  After talking for a bit &amp; explaining what they were thinking Drew was happy to get onboard with the project.  He also suggested that they look through the local free trade flyer to see if there were any other paddle boats going cheap.</p>
<p>Well it took almost a month to get everything set &amp; fixed up but finally the brothers got it all done.  One hot lazy Friday in July Craig, Dan, Robert, Drew &amp; Joel piled into Drew&#8217;s truck &amp; headed for the lake.  The bed of the truck was piled high with fishing gear, lifejackets, coolers &amp; camping gear. Behind the truck was a trailer holding 2 paddle boats &amp; behind that on it&#8217;s own separate trailer was the smoker.  The boys were finally ready to try out the paddle boats with the trolling motor mounts.
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		<title>Swinging Pigs</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 04:53:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[5 year old me was always outside weather permitting. I had not yet discovered &#8220;chapter&#8221; books so although I was an accomplished reader books didn&#8217;t own me the way they would during my teen years (ok, they still own me).  Being a farm girl there were 6.475 billion things to do on any given day. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<!-- Start Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><!-- End Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><span style="color: #7f8cc7;">5 year old me was always outside weather permitting. I had not yet discovered &#8220;chapter&#8221; books so although I was an accomplished reader books didn&#8217;t own me the way they would during my teen years (ok, they still own me).  Being a farm girl there were 6.475 billion things to do on any given day.  This particular adventure deals with a fine early summer day in 1980.  I am, of course, the heroine of this little tale  with cameo appearances by my sister Lissy, brother TJ &amp; Mom.</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">I should also note that I loved to help out &amp; follow Dad around.  Mom&#8217;s jobs were things like dusting &amp; taking care of a baby.  Dad had animals, trucks &amp; other machines&#8230;plus there was always a chance for a trip to town or a neighbor&#8217;s farm.  Being the social butterfly I am (and caffeine addict&#8230;farmers ALWAYS have coffee) Dad was who I would choose when the opportunity presented itself.</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">We had pigs at the time &amp; there are few animals more cute than the soft pink &amp; curly tail of a piglet.  I was in love with them &amp; attempted to catch one to play with on several occasions. The trouble was there were a lot of baby pigs &amp; they would get all would up by my chasing them.  This led to squealing&#8230;from them too &amp; I hated that noise.  Being a precocious problem-solver I thought about the best way to catch a pig (hmmm&#8230;too bad Cary Grant isn&#8217;t around for more movie roles&#8230;) &amp; decided  to grill Dad about it.  After using all the persuasiveness innate &amp; willingly wielded; Dad relented &amp; one day gave me a piglet catching lesson.  Dad showed me how to stand firm &amp; then he shoo&#8217;ed the piglets my way.  He showed me how to reach down &amp; grab them by their back legs &amp; hold the squiggly little suckers upside down.  If done properly this keeps the piglet from sounding the &#8220;a crazy 5 yr old just snatched me&#8221; alarm.  We practiced a few times &amp; I proclaimed myself proficient.</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">A couple days later I was playing outside when I decided that catching a piglet was the order of business that needed attending.  Needing a piglet catcher I enlisted the aid of my 3 yr old sister Lissy.  We walked to the hog house area which was in the back par of our yard.  I then proceeded to give Lissy the very same instructions I had received.  I planted her in the doorway &amp; then chased 20-30 baby pigs at her.  Needless to say she was scared to death &amp; started to cry and scream.  Frustrated but undaunted I managed to catch a piglet &amp; headed outside with the struggling piglet firmly clasped about the middle.  Of course the pig was squealing, Lissy was still crying &amp; I was frustrated at the whole thing.  Mom, hearing the commotion while changing TJ&#8217;s diaper leaned to the window, &#8220;Becci, what are you doing with that pig?&#8221; The exasperation in her voice still rings clearly through the years&#8230;. I stopped, still with a firm grip on the pig &amp; in the most matter-of-fact way explained, &#8220;Well, I want to swing but I want someone to swing with so I am taking the pig along. I&#8217;m going to teach it to swing too.&#8221;  And with a nod at Mom &amp; the thought of what a silly question that was I continued over to my swing set.</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">The swing set had a teeter-totter, 2 individual swings (excellent for lying on your stomach &amp; pretending you could fly) &amp; a two seater swing.  I hauled that pig into the two seater &amp; began to push back &amp; forth&#8230;it didn&#8217;t last long &amp; I let the piglet go running back to the safety of the pen.  I learned something very important that day&#8230;.pigs simply don&#8217;t like to swing.</span><div class="shr-publisher-895"></div><!-- Start Shareaholic LikeButtonSetBottom Automatic --><div style="clear: both; min-height: 1px; height: 3px; width: 100%;"></div><div class='shareaholic-like-buttonset' style='float:right;height:60px;'><a class='shareaholic-googleplusone' data-shr_size='tall' data-shr_count='true' data-shr_href='http%3A%2F%2Fnil17.com%2F2009%2F09%2Fswinging-pigs%2F' data-shr_title='Swinging+Pigs'></a><a class='shareaholic-fblike' data-shr_layout='box_count' data-shr_showfaces='false' data-shr_href='http%3A%2F%2Fnil17.com%2F2009%2F09%2Fswinging-pigs%2F' data-shr_title='Swinging+Pigs'></a><a class='shareaholic-fbsend' data-shr_href='http%3A%2F%2Fnil17.com%2F2009%2F09%2Fswinging-pigs%2F'></a></div><div style="clear: both; min-height: 1px; height: 3px; width: 100%;"></div><!-- End Shareaholic LikeButtonSetBottom Automatic -->]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Banana vs Muffin: DeathMatch 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 01:56:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One bright but foggy autumn day a young receptionist walked to work &#38; planned out her day. In her bag she carried her lunch &#38; a snack. Since she had been unable to make up her mind there was a banana &#38; a muffin for snack. They were busy arguing from the second it became [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<!-- Start Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><!-- End Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><span style="color: #7f8cc7;">One bright but foggy autumn day a young receptionist walked to work &amp; planned out her day.  In her bag she carried her lunch &amp; a snack.  Since she had been unable to make up her mind there was a banana &amp; a muffin for snack.  They were busy arguing from the second it became apparent one of them would be the unchosen snack.</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">Banana was proud of his perfect yellow skin &amp; bragged about all the potassium he would provide to be used as fuel when our girl went running later.  Muffin scoffed, confident that his big puffy top &amp; fiber content would help him win the snack contest.  The yogurt, veggie sandwich &amp; water Lunch listened to them aruge all the way up to the 15th floor.  Finally when they were tucked away in the desk Lunch got fed up with the bickering. &#8220;Look, we are sick of you two arguing about this.  What does it matter who is the left-behind snack?&#8221;</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">Banana responded, &#8220;It matters because whoever is chosen is the superior food.  The chosen snack gets to fuel our girl through a critical part of her day&#8221;, with a proud lift of his stem Banana looked at Muffin.  &#8220;I am THAT snack.  Full of potassium &amp; other minerals.  Not to mention my vitamin capacity.&#8221;</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">&#8220;Vitamin capacity&#8221;, snorted Muffin, &#8220;What sort of nonsense is that?  I am filled with fiber &amp; carbohydrates to provide a longer boost of energy to ward of the fatigue &amp;  boredom during the long afternoon.&#8221;</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">&#8220;ALRIGHT! That&#8217;s it&#8221;, Lunch lost its temper, &#8220;We are going to settle this like proper food.  None of this lunchbox squabbling&#8230;Muffin you put out the word to the morning coffee break snacks &amp; Banana you let the afternoon sugar dip crowd know&#8212;We are gonna have ourselvs a Desktop Deathmatch! That&#8217;s right&#8230;10:30 right here when our girl takes her first bathroom break.  A fifteen minute, no-holds-barred battle.  As Lunch I will be the referee&#8230;Now get going.&#8221;</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">All morning the snack gossip was buzzing about the Desktop Deathmatch.  There were rumors, hints of this happening before but the stories were so fantastic that nobody really believed there was any truth to them.  Now the lunches &amp; snacks were excited to see this legendary battle.  Right on schedule our receptionist pulled the snacks out &amp; set them on her desk, then got up &amp; walked to the bathroom.  Immediately there was a mad dash for the receptionist&#8217;s desk as lunches &amp; snacks from all over the cubicle farm raced for seats at the Desktop Deathmatch arena.  Word had spread as far away as the 7th floor &amp; exotic looking snacks from Taiwan &amp; Bolivia slinked toward the front to squeeze in with Carrots &amp; Apples from Wisconsin.  As Lunch slid into the ring the noise from the crowd was deafening.</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">Lunch motioned for quiet &amp; began the announcement. &#8220;In the corner wearing the yellow trunks, weighing in at 10 oz is&#8230;&#8230;MUFFIN&#8221;, Lunch points &amp; Muffin shadow boxes.  &#8221;And in the blue trunks, weighing in at 11.73 oz is&#8230;&#8230;BANANA&#8221;, Banana jumps up &amp; down pumping his legs high.  &#8221;We&#8217;ve been over the rules&#8230;there really aren&#8217;t any rules and may the best snack WIN!&#8221;</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">The judges: Pudding, Rice Cakes &amp; Popcorn watched closely as the bell rang &amp; the fighters charged toward each other. The two fighters danced around &amp; took theatrical jabs at each other. This lasted for awhile but the ravenous crowd started booing &amp; screaming, &#8220;Come on&#8230;hit him.  Stop being such a wuss, get in there and hit something.  You suck, this is the worst fight I&#8217;ve ever seen!&#8221;  As the crowd grew more rowdy Muffin got more brave.</span>

<span style="color: #7f8cc7;">Suddenly Muffin kicks Banana hard &amp; Banana goes down.  Muffin jumps &amp; quickly snaps Banana&#8217;s stem in half.  Banana manages to jump up &amp; with a Chuck Norris-like roundhouse kick knocks out the front of Muffin&#8217;s glorious puffy top.  Soon the two snacks were engaged in a melee &amp; it was impossible to tell who was winning.  The judges were about to ring the bell when out of the back and into the ring came Granola Bar with Almonds.  Before Lunch or anybody else could react, Granola Bar quickly knocked out Banana &amp; got Muffin into a full-Nelson.  &#8221;I AM ALL THAT IS SNACK!&#8221;</span><div class="shr-publisher-891"></div><!-- Start Shareaholic LikeButtonSetBottom Automatic --><div style="clear: both; min-height: 1px; height: 3px; width: 100%;"></div><div class='shareaholic-like-buttonset' style='float:right;height:60px;'><a class='shareaholic-googleplusone' data-shr_size='tall' data-shr_count='true' data-shr_href='http%3A%2F%2Fnil17.com%2F2009%2F09%2Fbanana-vs-muffin-deathmatch-2009%2F' data-shr_title='Banana+vs+Muffin%3A+DeathMatch+2009'></a><a class='shareaholic-fblike' data-shr_layout='box_count' data-shr_showfaces='false' data-shr_href='http%3A%2F%2Fnil17.com%2F2009%2F09%2Fbanana-vs-muffin-deathmatch-2009%2F' data-shr_title='Banana+vs+Muffin%3A+DeathMatch+2009'></a><a class='shareaholic-fbsend' data-shr_href='http%3A%2F%2Fnil17.com%2F2009%2F09%2Fbanana-vs-muffin-deathmatch-2009%2F'></a></div><div style="clear: both; min-height: 1px; height: 3px; width: 100%;"></div><!-- End Shareaholic LikeButtonSetBottom Automatic -->]]></content:encoded>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 05:49:13 +0000</pubDate>
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