{"id":1031,"date":"2015-05-02T02:18:44","date_gmt":"2015-05-02T02:18:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kellnlivestock.com\/site\/?p=905"},"modified":"2015-05-02T02:18:44","modified_gmt":"2015-05-02T02:18:44","slug":"meltdown","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kellnlivestock.com\/site\/meltdown\/","title":{"rendered":"Meltdown"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The police officer got out of his car as the kid who was stopped for speeding rolled down his window. “I’ve been waiting for you all day,” the officer said.<\/p>\n

The kid replied, “Yeah?  Well I got here just as fast as I could.”<\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n

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When the cop finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket.<\/p>\n

I can say that this has never happened to me.  I did, however, have a run-in with a really crappy OSU campus turd of a kop last week.  I won the argument, but I still earned the right to donate some cash to the city of Stillwater.  Actually, when I think about it, this was WAY cheap compared to the stuff that they didn’t cite me for back in the early 90s.  <\/p>\n

      I am aware that the readership on this blog site spikes greatly when I have one of my meltdowns or even if I just kind of go sideways a bit. Well, tonight isn’t the night.  I’ve had too good of a day.  Duke and I did chores this morning, then made our rounds.  Watered a greenhouse, stopped at a couple of banks, bought a cultivator then headed out to flip rocks.  I have been wrestling with the decision to go south to goat sales or keep my ass at home.  I decided to flip rocks in Oklahoma and see what we could find.  We didn’t flip very many rocks before I decided to stay home.  Sometimes, one just needs to remember where their roots are.  And I like flipping rocks.  <\/p>\n

      So, we got home, did evening chores and then we voted to go fishing.   This is how the votes happen around here.  “Hey, you wanna go fishing?”  Him, in a very monotone voice–“Sure.”  Me–“Seriously?! Do You want to go or not?”   Favorite son–“Sure.  For real.  I wanna go fishing.”  Duke and I headed to Lake Vincent to test our luck.  It was a  nice evening, but the fish weren’t biting.  I did catch a decent bass, but that was it.  But all’s I need to catch is one; just one, to put me in a really good mood.  We then worked on a little driver’s ed and back-roaded home.  One thing about this kid, his heart rate stays pretty even-keeled.  <\/p>\n

       You could bet a pile of cash on the derby or the big fight.  But the sure money is to bet that my favorite son and I will wet a line again in the very near future.  Speaking of favorites;  I got a video of my favorite daughter this past week.  She’s retarded.  She hiked up some mountains in California, just so she could bungee jump off of some bridge while wearing a GoPro camera.  The term dipshit comes to mind when I watch this video.  Of course, I’ve showed the video to numerous people.  <\/p>\n

      It had been a decade plus since I had fished at Lake Vincent.  I used to skip school and go there back in the late 80s.  Catch some rays, a few fish and well, I think that I will stop there before I incriminate myself.  However, I remember catching crawdads late one night with my brother Jake.  We got back to Shattuck with a bucket of mudbugs and went to washing them.  Jake really wanted to eat one–right now.  So, he threw one in the microwave and cranked it up.  He ate it, but I wouldn’t recommend a microwaved crustacean for supper\/breakfast.  <\/p>\n

      Cheers to all!  Here’s to horseshoes and shamrocks for all.  <\/p>\n

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