What a Ransom

Yep - it's Gregoysm day.  And let me tell you something - Gregory doesn't follow his Uncle Curtis' three rules of life.  He is definitely a pig stank (where it falls it stays - messy guy). doesn't care that the post office is always hiring, nor whether or not a bucket of Popeye's chicken can feed you for a week.  But he is very endearing to say the least.

Today after a long day of adventures in canvassing I walked in the house with Chase and had to scurry to get out of the house in 5 minutes because of a baseball game tonight.  Gregory seeing our hurriedness promptly announced that we were the essence of ransomed at that moment.  Ok - I get things done, so I'll take that as a compliment.

Too many dogs on the route today in adventures in canvassing -- just too many.  Don't even want to talk about it.  But I will say that on of my co--canvassers got bit by a dog yesterday.  Chain your dogs people and keep them under watch while we are doing our job.  I can appreciate the postman.

Ciao Y'all

Wednesday = Gregorysms

After being out for less than 3 hours of adventures in canvassing this morning, I enter the house to "get ready to be ransomed" from you know who.  After a few hours and 87 mapspots  my main interest was not to ransom or be ransomed.  Seeing big as* vultures devouring a lifeless bird was all the fun I could stand for one morning.  GROSS YUK EOW and so on...

On my break, fixing lunch, writing this entry and hopefully I will get the other 3 hours in for today - assignments are running particularly low.  Considering the average is 19 mapspots an hour I should probably still be out there now, but gee wiz it bothers me to walk slow when there's a job to be done.

Ciao Y'all