calling all "southern states freaks with their tree lined lakes"

[festivus]

Charming.  I hope that sunburn requires you to talk even slower. 

[HCollado]

Well, maybe Labor Day may be better.

Ramblin, You are going to have to tell me about your basement job. I am in the midst of changing jobs and ready for a change. Soooo, for now, getting together during the week is also good.

Let me know.

[Bitzco]

I also have one of those basement jobs. Unfortunately, it is pretty seasonal and summer is the high season. Today was the first day I've gotten out since the Powell trip three weeks ago. I've gotta figure out a way to manage it so I can boat a heck (The Utah police would get me if I used a stronger word) of a lot more in the summer. Or, maybe I can move to Australia for the winter when things are slow. I know there are some Aussies down under who know our engines.

All that said, I did get out today. Three sets for me and everyone else. Landed some toeside stuff which I'm thinking ain't bad for my decripid old bod. Glassy water, very few boats, and minimal whining from the kids. I need to do this every day.

[Rambling Wreck]

It is Sunday morning, the family has left the lake to get ready for the first day of school tomorrow (I will be leaviing a little later) and we weren't able to pull off the Roundup today. I am somewhat bummed. THEREFORE, let's here some stories from Lesman's night of drinking moonshine with his first and second cousins, aunts, uncles and other in-bred creatures. Well..., many feel that is what a southern high school reuinion would consist of!!!

Lesman, shake it off (tomato juice helps) and spill your guts-- ugh... let's change that to "and tell us everything".