This is not a journal! Or a diary!

Today I took my daughter up into the mountains where I'm from and we spent most of the day in the woods. I'm giving her the education I got as a small child, the skills passed down through generations of how to sneak up on people in the woods, how to make a fire with only one match, not-getting-lost-in-unfamiliar-wilderness 101, identifying animal tracks, emergency shelter making, edible wild plants, et cetera. All the things a kid might need to know one day. I was taught these things by my grandfather who was taught them by his father and his father before him. My little girl is pretty adept at walking very quietly through the woods, and she is a natural at fire-making, she's showing a lot of improvement at all these things and I'm proud of her :) Eventually all three children will be taught these things but she's the oldest and is excited to learn this stuff it seems like. At the same time, I'm trying to keep it on a level she can understand. When we got home we drew some strange looks from the wife and her fancy gal pals hanging out in the living room. They thought we looked odd in our matching hunting boots and the hunting knife hanging off my belt, apparently they weren't taught wilderness skills by their fathers. Thats ok though, I bet my little girl could have a camp fire made before they could! :sarcastic:
 
Had a tiny accident today at my grandparents' place. We went down there to celebrate grandpaw's birthday and my aunt and uncle were there and after giving him gifts and eating cake and ice cream, my uncle held out his hand and said "I got somethin for ya". So I reached out and took the object from his hand. It was a stag handle pocket knife made in Sheffield, England. It's absolutely gorgeous! A couple times a year I'll see a knife and get it for him and he does the same for me seeing as how we both collect them, it's just something we do. So several hours later, we men go to the den to swap hunting stories and other manly talk and I found a whet stone and proceeded to sharpen my new toy. Well, this was bad idea number one.... So I got it really sharp, sitting there talking of hunting trips and equipment and my daughter came into the room and wanted to hear us men swapping stories. She listens for a while and she asks to see the knife I had just finished sharpening, so I said "ok baby just get up here on my lap and we'll look at it together but don't open the blade" she sits on my knee and she's admiring the thing and us men were still talking and I never saw her open the blade until she started to drop it! All I could think about was it cutting her, or me, and I reached out and grabbed it... by the blade (like a total idiot :kickingmyself:) and that fine English steel blade sliced me right to the bone! She didn't get cut, but boy I sure did! It took most of a tube of super glue to close the wound. I bled all over my pants and the floor before I could get a towel around it. It's gonna be sore tomorrow. I didn't have time to pick where I grabbed it but just as a reflex, reached out and snatched it just as she had let it fall. She started crying when she realized I was hurt, I told her it was my fault for being distracted talking and that she wasn't in trouble. She stopped crying and she helped fix up the cut and we went back to telling hunting stories. Pretty good day other than that, and with a fine piece of English cutlery in my front pocket as I type this ha ha ha.
 
Time to put some more glue on my cut. Starting to come open. Might have to have the wife sew it shut before I go to work. I hope not, though, cause it really ain't fun at all.
 
Wow so here i am at work, on SPW, on my new phone, from some taptalk app thingy. I can get used to all this technology stuff after all, i reckon. Hope y'all are having a better day than i am :)

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ImNotMyIllness

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This is really a great journal...I mean, as far as diaries go. Just kidding. I just had too.

...I keep seeing "sent from taptalk". I guess it's very popular.
 
Wow thank you for the kind words. I honestly figured mine would be too boring to read. I'm gonna take that goofy taptLk signature off if i can :)

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I'm awake but still laying in the bed, dreading the day more than usual. I guess its time to get cleaned up and put on one of the god-awful work uniforms again. I long for the day when my shirts don't have my name sewn into them. :rolleyes:
 
Off to work. Its snowing but not laying and its pretty. Got my classic country playin and I'm headed down the highway.
 
Finally home from a 12 hour shift. And i had to make a few stops on the way home. Feels great to finally take my boots off. 19 degrees outside and my socks are dripping wet with sweat. In fact my whole uniform was soaking wet but that was gear oil. I reckon I'll hit the shower, i probably smell just god-awful.
 
Wow. I found out today that i have a niece that i didn't know about. Turns out my brother just found out about her the other day. I would love to go see her and play with her but i ain't on speaking terms with my brother. It really makes me kinda sad because i want to spoil my only niece. She's adorable.
 
The old lady asked me earlier if i'd take her shopping tomorrow evening so i reckon that's what i'll do. And like so many other weekends, my daughters friend will be staying with us for a few days. She don't know her father and her mom dumps her off on people for days at a time so she can party and act stupid. I'd adopt that little girl in a heartbeat if i could. She's stayed with us off and on for several years now when her mom takes a notion to act like a teenager again. The mom just leaves the little girl with anybody and sometimes she forgets whose house she's at! I've told the mom before that I'd gladly adopt the kid but she said no. I worry about the kids well being and most of the time i kinda get choked up when she has to leave because nobody knows where she'll be staying later that day. When that kid told me she just wanted parents that loved her and that she wants to go home every night, well... it hurt me. She's 8 years old. She shouldn't have to want stability at home. So that's when i tried to get the mom to let her live with us, but she wouldnt, even though she refuses to care for her herself. Its really a sad situation but i can't change it or i would. But this weekend she will be with us where i know she'll be safe.
 
So I keep seeing people saying that this forum is "cliquey". I wonder if I'm blind to it or possibly I'm not online enough to see it. Am I in a clique, I wonder? I don't think so because I talk to a lot of different people here and comment on different types of threads. There are a few individuals here that I don't like but only like 3 so I reckon I'm doing pretty good with it. Are these cliques like the ones in high school where it was the jocks, smart kids, preppies, stoner types, the gothic kids, the cowboys, and then everybody else? If that be the case I plan to do just what I did in high school and hang with who I want regardless of clique. There, I said it. That's my thoughts on it in general. I don't like being labeled.
 
I'm ready to go to bed but I don't get any quality sleep, I wonder if this is just the way it is and I should just accept it and move on? The other day I slept like a deep sleep and it was awesome, but it was alcohol induced which ain't the way I want to have to sleep. Oh well. Lets go try this again. Good night everyone.
 
Had a good day today. I woke up to the neighbor's wife knocking on the door asking me for a ride to town. I started to open the door and it hit me so I had her stay on the porch while I went to go put pants on. This was while the wife and kids were gone to church so I was alone when I woke up. So I brushed my teeth and threw on my clothes from yesterday just so I could be quick and we were off to town. The next town over, that is. Turns out her husband had left their house and left his wallet on their dresser and he ran their car out of gas on the side of the highway and her sister had borrowed their other car. What luck, huh? She was telling me all this as I was standing on the porch pulling on my shirt. So I grabbed a gas jug out of the garage and off we went to go fetch him. We didn't take my Chevelle because I wanted to be able to converse on the trip and that car is just too loud so we took the old blue truck. Going down the highway I realized I had forgot deodorant in my rush to get out the door so I told her to get in my duffel bag in the floorboard and find me some deodorant. This is the bag I keep clothes and soap and stuff in for showering at the plant. She finally found some and I put it on while driving, I hate doing anything going down the road but I have to smell good so I figured I'd compromise. Finally found him and emptied my gas jug in his car and he had somewhere else to go so i brought her on back home. I had to grab somethin to eat on the way home so we went through the drive thru at a Wendy's. Then we came back home and I figured she'd go back home but she said she didn't really want to be home alone so I finished eating and we watched a couple episodes of Breaking Bad on DVD before the wife and kids got home. After a while they got home and her husband still hadn't come home so she stayed here and it was really making me wonder because she don't just stay here very long at all but this was different. I reckon she sensed I was curious and she started talking about hearing odd noises during the day for the past couple days so she's been scared to be home alone. Come to find out she had been sitting on my front porch for a good while before her husband called her cell phone and she woke me up. I felt sorry for her being scared like that. My wife told her that she should have woke me up sooner if she was scared instead of sitting on the porch, and I told her the same thing. The poor girl was really creeped out by whatever she'd been hearing. I told her where we keep the spare key outside and told her to just come on in our house the next time she got scared at her house. After a few minutes passed and I thought about things I walked over to their house and looked around and then I went in and went through all the rooms making sure somebody wasn't lurking around there. I didn't find anything unusual I don't reckon. It just makes me wonder what's up with that. I wonder if some psycho is casing the joint to break in or is it some drug addict looking for stuff to steal or is it just nothing at all? I think she's gonna stay over here tomorrow while her husband is at work, it wouldn't surprise me cause her and my old lady are kinda friends I guess. Her husband finally got home in the afternoon and she told him about it. Maybe he'll get an alarm system or something. I hope she's just hearing stuff or something.
 
I forgot to mention earlier that I'm planning on taking the family on a hike up in the mountains to where an air force jet crashed not far from where I'm from. The top of the mountain apparently burned off when the crash happened and now it's a pretty field on the top of the mountain with flowers and stuff and you can see North Carolina and Tennessee from that particular mountain top as it's right on the state line. Anyway I think it'd be a neat day hike for the kids. And I confess I want to go there too just to say I've been there. I'm posting a link to the news article and map as well just in case someone else might want to hike in there some day.



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I was having a good night at work until i called the wife. She started in on me about how i don't disciplne the kids to her approval and how i don't clean the house to her approval and i don't dress nice enough. Really? To that i say if i tell one of the kids several times to do or not do something and they ignore me, ill spank them. I clean the best i can but i ain't making it my life's mission. And i wear what i've always wore since she has known me. So i told her to kiss my *** and she hung up on me. I don't have really anyone else to complain to about her so i'm complaining into my phone so you all see it. Anyways....
 
Got home from work last night and my pet wild rabbit was laying in front of my garage dead. It looked like a dog or something had killed it. For the last almost a year, this rabbit has got used to me and would be playing in my yard when i'd get home from work. Then i'd toss it a carrot or something. It had got to where it would come into the garage or up on the porch if i acted like i didn't see it. I always made sure to not mow down the brushy area at the edge of the field where it seemed the rabbit lived. Any time i was outside it was only a few feet away. And some mangy critter come along and killed it. Didn't kill it to eat it, just killed it out of meanness. Well... two can play that game. After i buried my pet wild rabbit i went in the house and loaded my shotgun. That rabbit never bothered nobody and it stayed on my property. That's ok. Next time i see a coyote or a dog or a fox on my land it better run. I liked my rabbit.
 
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