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Saturday, August 02, 2003


Friends

My wife is my friend. However, Jagermeister is not my friend! I feel like ass! Just Damn!

posted by Dax Montana 6:02:12 PM


Friday, August 01, 2003

Happy Birthday

The lovely and talented Priscilla turns twenty-five years old today. I’m going to spend the day with her.


posted by Dax Montana 4:50:56 AM


Feeling It

I haven’t been “feeling” it lately. I come home from work and sit at my desk waiting for the bytes of goodness to leap forth from my monitor. I read about war, politics, taxes, government and personal lives. It’s the personal lives that I find so fascinating. I want to know about the healing process of a penile implant. I want to know about that new job in Colorado. I want to know how it feels to be a put upon mother and wife. Sometimes enough is enough and I need a break. Sometimes I get so caught up in the virtual lives of my fellow Bloggers, I neglect my own, real life family. I just haven’t been feeling like I had anything to write about. I sit in front of the blinking cursor and wait for my muse to hit me with some sort of inspiration. She’s been absent lately.

I didn’t mean for my absence to be so long. I really meant to post everyday. Sure, I’d think about how this conversation or that news story would make a great post. I’d ride home and kind of piece it together in my mind. However, when it came right down to it, I just wasn’t feeling it. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 4:48:17 AM


Monday, July 28, 2003

Drink of the Day

All this talk about Property Rights and the rough weekend leads me to the drink of the day. I am a self confessed TV junkie. I watch a lot of TV. The only TV character that has it harder than I did this past weekend and full property rights would be Gilligan of Gilligan’s Island. So, of course, today’s drink of the day is A Gilligan’s Island.

Get out your tall rocks glass and fill with ice, add a shot of Vodka and a shot of Peach Schnapps fill with Orange Juice and Cranberry. Shake it up and enjoy! If you fill you glass with OJ, add a splash of cranberry, watch it slowly mix in for a Jamaican Sunrise.

Didn’t this guy just get back from Jamaica?


posted by Dax Montana 7:46:41 AM


Property Rights?

Philip Coons has linked to a story about “the most expensive garbage can in America.”

“Joseph Haggerty may own the most expensive garbage can in America.

Because he kept it in the front yard, not the back, his homeowners association took him to court for violating community rules. After a four-year standoff over whether neighbors could see it behind a shrub, he lost and was ordered to pay $11,978.75 in fines and legal fees.”

When I bought my current home, I had several requirements; you know, schools, traffic patterns, number of bedrooms, bathrooms etc. However, the first requirement was the absence of a homeowners association. I believe in the absolute right of property ownership. Maybe I want to paint my house pink with purple polka dots. Being a Redneck, I want to have my Camero up on blocks in the front yard along side my old washing machine. Besides, it matches the sofa/ refrigerator combo on the front porch.

Whatever I do with my property is none of anybody’s business. Fuck Off! I guess these fools and their Homeowners Associations get what they pay for. Oh yea, I have no sympathy. They pay to belong and they entered the contract. Idiots! They signed away their rights. Screw ‘em!

I still have a problem with Property Taxes. I guess I don’t own property. If I miss just one Property Tax payment, the Government takes my property. What kind of ownership is that? It’s not. It’s a feudal system. If I don’t pay homage to the King, he kicks me off his land. Welcome back to merry ol England. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 7:16:02 AM


The Invite

It seems that I have been invited to dinner over at Acidman’s place. It seems that the guest list includes a few close Blogging friends. I offered to tend bar and keep my hands to myself.

The last time I hung out with Acidman. I was uninvited, yet welcomed just the same. I spent the night with two drunken opinionated Southern Crackers. A good time was had by all. At least what I can remember.


posted by Dax Montana 6:54:39 AM


Recovery

I still haven’t fully recovered form the Saturday night Event/Inventory/Drunken stupor followed by Sunday’s Opening shift. Over the past year, I have become a “night” guy. I don’t do days very well. Actually, I’ve never done days very well, but after working for seven years as the “day” guy, I adjusted. There’s just something wrong with that close to open shift. It’s not so bad when I open the store I just closed. Then I have the “Cheat” factor advantage. You know the “fuck it, I’ll do it in the morning.” attitude. Actually, I spend a few extra minutes at night so that I can slack off in the mornings. I don’t do mornings very well. Oh well, I get through it. I only have a few shifts left before my two days off “in a row”, mini-vacation. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 6:47:18 AM


Sunday, July 27, 2003

Wasted

Good God Man! What a night of total debauchery! Ok, not really but damn close. I had to work the “Event” tonight. I actually work at two locations, a night here then a night there. Usually, I work the non-event location. I get the second rate employees and make “it” happen. I’m good at that. Well, tonight I worked at the “Event” location. The store is located across the street from an Arena. Tonight’s show was the REO Speed wagon, Styx, Journey concert. We were jammed packed; kick your mamma in the head busy. Everything went smooth. I was ready. What I wasn’t prepared for was the inventory count. Every other Saturday, I have to count every thing in the store, from cups to wings. Everything! The last customer got thrown out at 2:30am, and then the final count begins. It’s not that big a deal except that I have to open the other store at 9 am. Hello! It’s six am. What the fuck was the boss man thinking with that schedule? Just Damn! Never mind the fact that I’ve been drinking rather heavily. (It makes the counting just a wee bit more accurate.)


posted by Dax Montana 6:20:14 AM