S#$%*T

I am a little upset with myself. I've had my parts for my harley for about a week and have yet to even look at my bike. Yeah I've been sick or helping my buddies with thier bikes. Today I'm going to work on mine and if any one calls asking for help with something they are just outta luck. The colds I had were nasty enough to put me down for a couple days. Last week ended with a chest cold and sinus infection, this week it added some unpleasant stomach problems and I missed a day of work. I hope no one else gets this. It was horrible. I say was because today I feel pretty damn good. I am still waiting for my little bro to help me put some pics on here. He got puddled on saturday, so did his girlfriend. Which is cool, they deserve to go out and have some fun once in a while.
Saturday was not a good night for me. My brother and his friends were great, always are. But the other people I was with, nothing but drama. First there was a fight at the bar I hang out in. I had to bring one of the regulars up to the emergancy room to get stitches. Then after I got him home another friend of mine was having issues so to speak. Damn near had a street fight going before we got every body to leave. Everthing was okay for about an hour than she had to go talk to her ex at another bar and proceded to start fighting with him. Overall not a good night at all. I should have just went to hang out with my brother and his friends. Mine are all nuts.

I'm Lost

I really have no idea what the hell is going on. I might end up in Grand Forks for a couple weeks, or I'll wander around here. It really dosn' t matter. I get paid either way, it would just be nice to know for sure so I could plan something. Still restricted to fourty hours a week. It will be that way until the first of July, mabey longer. So I put in four ten hour days. I also am picking up a night or two at the bar for extra cash. My younger brother has told me about a movie "Six String Samuri". If he would ever bring it with him when he comes to visit I might get to see it. Then again Doug your the only one who reads this so bring the damn movie with you next time you come down. I don't really have anything else to say at this point. It might be awhile before I post anything again.

Outside

Finally we get to work outside again!! I hate being in the office. The only bad part is the lagoon is thawing too. That lovely aroma that lets you your in DL. Its like a huge slap in the face first thing in the morning. One would think there is an additive or chemical or something that could help deminish the smell. At least the weather is nice. Some rain could help the lawn. Most of my friends have been riding up a storm, dirty S.O.B.s . Mine is still in peices. Not happy about that. My buddy Cletis came over on sat. and watched a movie my brother left. Dad watched it too, which I think he regrets. I thought it was funnier than hell. You could tell they made it stupid on purpose. That might be what diquallifies it from our little contest.

Good Times

St patty's day has come and gone again. This year instead of getting blindly intoxicated again, I went to Fargo to see My uncle Mark and his band play at Play Makers. It was a Shuffle Cats reunion. There was Mark Anthony's Storm Project and Sweet Paulie T and the Blues Blasters playing, and it kicked ass! I met up with the little bro Doug and his girlfriend Karissa and Mom and my "little" sister Ang and her husband Brian. I say "little" sister because she is six years older than I, but about a foot shorter :-). Then again, Karissa is about the same height. I wonder what its like being vertically challenged. Anyway, the concert was alot of fun and the music was just great. A friend of mine was suppose to come with me, but she "fell asleep" and did not wake up by the time I left. Oh well, I still had fun. Mark has an agent now and is going on tour starting May 1st, if I get a list of dates I'll post them on here if anyone is interested. It Blues style music. Also on another musical note, I have my Type O Negative ticket. Doug and I and some of his friends are going. My friends are not into that type of music. Bunch of sissies. After that me and the guys are planning on going to Williston for a bike show on the 14th of April. My liver is not going to speak to me again for awhile after that. Also this week I'm in GF for a Construction conference for work, overnight trip. This weekend I'm suppose to go with the same friend that flaked out on me this last weekend to a UFC style fight in GF. I guess Shes got good tickets. We'll see how that goes. Crap, just got busted doing this at work. Great now I gotta go do something.

Can you hear it?

Can you hear it? I can. I know some others can. It won't be long and every one will hear the thunder of pipes roaring after a long winters sleep. With this weather I'm really getting the itch to get my bike out on the road. I've got some fixin to do before the riding season officially starts, redo the clutch and maybe the front brake. My buddy Mikey wants to go for a ride today. I don't blame him. The last couple of years Matt has been the first one out with his Evo. It would be nice if Mikey and his 68 shovel head beat him to it this year. Denis just got done repainting his sportster, looks damn good for being the first one he has ever done. Today the sun is shining, 50 degrees outside. Hell with this noise, I'm going for a ride.

You can't take some people anywhere

Mabey its just me, but does any one have a friend that you can't take anywhere? I've got a buddy like that. This last weekend a bunch of us went out to the bar. The night started out good, everyone having fun. Close to closing, my buddy wants to this one person in particular in another bar. Myself and another tell him to just leave the situation alone. As always he dosn't listen to us and damn near gets into a fight again. I say again because this happens every time or almost every time we go up to the bar. Once he has enough to drink, hes ten feet tall and bullet proof. I don't know if he feels he has somthing to prove or what? It is really getting old, having to babysit every time he comes out with us. Don't take this the wrong way, he is one of the best friends a guy could have. Litteraly, he would give you the shirt off his back if you asked for it. But at the same time what fun is it to go out if you got to watch some one all the time to make sure he's not freaking out over nothing. I'm just pissed that this happened again. Sooner or later I figure he'll grow up and realize that this crap has to stop. I'd hate to see him end up in jail for something dumb.

snowmobile trip

Its been awhile since I've been on here. This last weekend me and the guys went on a little trip up north to a buddies farm near Walhalla, N.D. to go riding on the sleds. What a blast!!! Jack, Matt, and Clint rode the sleds there from DL, a good 100 mile trip to the farm. Jon, Jaeger, and myself not being that ambitious (or foolish depending on perspective) trailered ours up. We met Jon's brother Cortney at the farm, and proceeded to start in on the booze. Then we headed out with Cort blazing the trail. What an awesome ride, every time we stopped the scenery was just spellbinding. Every time we stopped we also drank some more. We were up and down the Pembina Gorge, hit the flat land and open up the throttle. Back down into the gorge, fallowing game trails, crossing the river. We ended up back at the farm around 2am, all shitfaced and tired.
Sunday rolls around and everybody hungover and sore from the ride the previous night. Cort and Jaeger cook up some breakfast for everyone and we sit around bullshitting the day away. About 3 in the afternoon the guys decide its time to ride again. Not this guy. I decided to hang back at the farm and make supper for when they got back. Besides I was still sore from the night before, and Friday night when I took my sled for a ride with Jack out to Penn and hit 2 fences. So I made chili and let it simmer all night. Its really peaceful at the farm with no one around. I sat there reading a book till they got back, at 3am!! When they came in they were hammered. I wasn't to bad off myself but Jack was completely fubared. From what the guys told me (about 6 times each) was they stopped on the river bottom for a beer break. Jack took off his helmet turned around on his sled and stretched out, and then passing out. Cort had gone back up the trail to look for Jon and Matt. Clint meanwhile was shaking Jacks foot to try to wake him. When the three caught up with rest they finally woke Jack up. Keep in mind he is facing the wrong way on his sled. Jack shoots bolt upright and grabs for the handle bars and giving her throttle, only to realize that he is facing the wrong way. He spins around and again grabs for the handle bars, giving her gas for all shes worth. Cort, being kind hearted and just a good guy, walks up to Jack and puts his arm around him and says "Jack, buddy your sleds not running." While the others are snickering in the background Jack looks around, sees that his hood is open on the sled and says "Oh." Wish I would have been there for that one. Also Jon had dropped his sled off a 10 foot ledge with Matt almost following. That is why they were behind, both shook up a little. The guys ate and we all crashed for the night about 5am. The next day we were packed up and ready to head home by about 1pm. That is the amazing part. Matt, Jack, and Clint rode their sleds home, but did not want to. The three of us who are smart(at least on this occasion) trailered ours home. Cort had left about 11am to get back to grand forks so he could go to work. The weekend was a relaxing and needed escape for all of us. We are hoping to do this again before spring arrives.

PS If you are reading this Doug, Dad is wondering when you are coming to visit again.