One of these days Alice!!

Ever have one of those days? I'm not talking about those days where unfortunate things happen all day long....I'm talking about one of those days where NOTHING will make you smile, and EVERYTHING gets under your skin? Something as simple as a...."Hi" makes you want to grab Mr. Wonderful, and throw him against a wall, shouting, "Why are you so happy? What do you mean by, "HI"? Can't you see I'm miserable? What is wrong with you man?" OK, maybe I'm not THAT bad, but boy oh boy am I irritable. The problem lies with the fact that I cannot get into much detail with why because this blog is affiliated with Magic 93.......and I'll leave it at that. It's a 'work' blog. Don't get me wrong...I don't have any issues with Magic 93. No issues with the on-air staff either. As a matter of fact, Frankie made me laugh so hard this morning, coffee shot out my nose. Have you ever seen someone snarf coffee. I did.
So, because I cannot talk about what's bothering me here.....let's chat about something else...OK? Hmmmmm.....what can we chat about? Hmmmmmm....what can I write about?
Oh, I got home from work last night, and immediately took my motorcycle out for a ride.


I needed a little stress relief. But because I only have my rider's permit, I cannot ride after dark, so I was a bit limited to 45 minutes. Needless to say, it wasn't long enough. I'm still stressed. I'm still agitated...oh wait...I can't talk about that here.

Ok, let's see. It's Friday. Whoo hoo! But that means 5 times as much work because of the folks who like to wait all week....uh oh....not here Tom!

OK, it's Friday, and it's almost the weekend. I'm on the air tomorrow morning 6-10, and then I'm going to attempt ice fishing probably one last time this season....provided the rain didn't melt all the ice. Say a little prayer that the ice holds, or that's it's almost all gone so I know not to walk out there.

It's almost the end of the day too, so that's good, because I don't know how much longer I can keep locked up in my office so I don't kill someone. You know what...I'm going to blame the lack of nicotine in my system. No smokes for almost 2 whole weeks, so I'll blame that. That's why I'm cranky.
Oh boy, this isn't good, there's a line of people waiting to 'talk' to me. I've got to keep my mouth shut. This is NOT going to be easy. :) I hope you don't read about, "Local radio personality from Magic 93 arrested for aggravated assault". Brian Hughes wouldn't be able to report that story without laughing though. Hahahahahaha. Oh good, a smile. I amuse myself sometimes.

Thanks for reading. Thanks for listening to Magic 93.

You Ain't Nuttin But a Hound Dog

I've got three. Yep, three dogs. Three little guys. All boys. I can't begin to tell you the joy and laughter they bring to my house.

2 of them are chihuahuas. They are brothers from the same litter. They are almost 5 years old.


Yes, they are brothers. The white one is named Houdini, and the black one is Paolo. Houdini has had his nu......has been neutered, but the Pal's hasn't. The Vet told us he's never seen a great disposition in chihuahuas like ours before, and he recommended we breed them. Well, poor Houdini had a prostate problem last year, and he had to get snipped to make him better. He's doing great now, but he did become a little porker. These two have GREAT personalities. Paolo is the, "I don't care, whatever" type of dog, and Houdini is more the, "Hey....you....look at me! See how cute I am?" It's funny, the Beans (Houdini) will sit up on his back legs and look "cute". My wife always says, "Aw, you're paying the rent" when he does it because he's so freakin' adorable. They sleep in the bed with us. Paolo under the covers at the foot of the bed, and Beans on top of one of our pillows. And they snore. LOUDLY. As loud as my wife. Do they make those strips you put on your nose for dogs?

Then there's the third little one. We got this guy last May or June, or something like that. He's a little over one year old, and his name is Mork. We did NOT name him. He came named that way, and he's got part chihuahua in him. It was fate we got him, because of the chihuahua in him, and because my wife's name is Mindy. I'll give you a minute to think about that.




He is part chihuahua, part dacshund, part terrier and part Italian greyhound. He is a mutt. But he's our mutt.

He's wacked. He's crazy. He's HAPPY!!!! We got him from a shelter not too close to here and I'm so glad we did. You should have seen him when we brought him home. He looked awful! Hardly any hair (skin disease), bloody stool, bad teeth, boy oh boy. He's doing fantastic today. He loves to watch TV, he loves his 'chewy's', and he loves to pick on Pally and Bean. The three of them are like kids...constantly. He sleeps in his crate at night in the bedroom, because he wants to KILL our cats. We've got 2 cats too, but that's another story. When I say KILL, I mean, speed at 75 miles an hour at them, grab them by their faces and rip them to shreds Kill. I've never seen a dog go so apenuts when he can't get to the cats. So he's got to sleep in the crate at night. During the day when we're home, the three of them are limited to where they can go in the house, and the cats are smart, they stay upstairs.
I love these guys. They are so therapeutic, stress relieving if you will. And the one time they were boarded for our wedding, the house seemed so empty when we got home. They love us unconditionally, well, except maybe Mork who only loves you when you're playing, or hiding his chewy. Palls and Beans listen very well. I shoot Paolo with the finger gun, and he falls over, and we tell Beans, "down" and he lays flat. We tried teaching them, "Navy Seal" when they low crawl, but they just didn't pick that one up yet. They do sing on command too. Houdini sings bass. It's funny to hear such a deep howl come out of a little dog, Paolo sings Tenor, and Mork is a SUPER HIGH Soprano. You should hear him. It sounds like a little 3 year old girl screaming at the top of her lungs. It's so funny.
My words cannot describe them, so here are some pictures of them.


Of course I've got about ten MILLION pictures of them, but you get the idea. That's it for now. Thanks for reading and listening to Magic 93. Sit. Stay! Good boy (girl). Here's a cookie!

Feeling Blue

It's an average Monday here at the Magic 93 ranch, and the normal sounds are resonating throughout the building. That in turn is putting me to SLEEP!!!! So I need to find some things to wake me up.......here they are.....to get the full effect, turn the volume up on your computer loud so everyone else around you hears. If they're falling asleep, consider this a kind gesture of your caring for others. Hahahahahaha-cough cough-hahahahahahahahaha!

This will give you an earworm. That's when a song gets stuck in your head, and the only way to get rid of it is to sing the theme song to Gilligan's Island in full, out loud, and make sure it's the newer version. (The one with "Professor and MaryAnn". NOT the one that says, "And the rest")






Then there's the infamous Blue Man Group. I love this clip because it's funny, and then when they perform I Feel Love with Venus Hum, I crank up the volume and RIP THE KNOB OFF!!!! Not really, but I do like it loud....and Annette Strean looks like she's just having a BLAST!!! (and she's cute)



So I hope you're not sleepy anymore, I hope your co-workers have enjoyed the service you provided to them, and I hope you remember all the words to Gilligan's Island, because if not....M Balla Balla will be stuck in your head all day!

Thanks for listening to Magic 93. Now get back to work!

Born To Be Mild!

Ever since I was a kid, I've always wanted to ride a motorcycle. When I was younger and visiting a friend in Lansford, PA, we would cruise through the woods on a three-wheeler and his quad (atv). I loved it.

As I got older, I wanted to ride a motorcycle (which I will refer to from here on out as a 'bike'). But all the people in my life told me I'd kill myself. "Bikes are soooo dangerous, that one little pebble in the road will end up killing you." My Mom especially "FORBID" me to ride/learn to ride. If she found out I was cruising around on an ATV at Ryan's house, SHE would have killed me, never mind a motorcycle......or that pebble.
Let's now jump many years into the future. Last Fall. October 2008. My wife and I went to a wedding in Connecticut, and on the way home, we decided to take the 'back roads' instead of the highways. It was the most beautiful ride I think I have ever taken. And I saw thousands of bikers out that day. Which reminded me of me always wanting to ride. So I decided. Right then and there I was going to learn. And by this Spring, I'll be riding my own bike. Please, allow me to share what I have learned so far.


First I thought about it. My wife doesn't have a problem with this. Both my parents are gone. My Father-In-Law rides, my wife's Uncle and 2 Cousins ride, and I've got a bunch of acquaintances who ride. So I talked with a bunch of people, and they all told me the same thing....."TAKE THE SAFETY COURSE". I plan on it. Registration doesn't open until 2/24 at 6:30PM. Yes, I've been watching the website. But I digress.

I did my research. Boy did I research. I read about all different bikes, all different styles, everything! I came to the conclusion I wanted a cruiser....but not a Harley because, well, they cost too much. I also read certain forums online and got experienced opinions. The common suggestion between four billion bikers is to, "start off small, and you can always upgrade." You see, being the beginner that I am, anything bigger than 250CC's, I'll kill myself. There will be so much power, I won't be able to handle it, and it'll take me for a one-wheel ride down the driveway where I'll crash into 17 cars and kill myself. Anyway, more research later and I decided a Honda Rebel 250 was the perfect starter bike for me, and that I could always upgrade. Plus, they really aren't that expensive, and I think they look great! And the gas mileage? 70 MPG? WOW!!!! Plus they're Honda......it'll last forever as long as I take care of it.

I get the Motorcycle License book from the DMV, study it and pass. Whooo Hooo! I've got my Motorcycle Permit. Yay! Now it's time to start looking for a bike. Time to find that Honda Rebel. I want a pre-owned one, so when I do hit that pebble and kill myself, it wouldn't have cost me too much cabbage. For the record, this was in November. Great time to start riding right!?

My goal was to be able to put the bike in my barn between Christmas and New Year's Day, so I can learn as much as I can BEFORE I take the safety course. Not riding mind you, but learning, doing research and what-not. Anyway, the picture of the bike up there.....that's MY bike. In MY barn. Which I got on 12/26/09. .1 miles on her, 2008, and NOT from a dealer. I saved over $1000.



I have done so much research, it's pathetic. You need ALL FOUR LIMBS of your body to drive a bike. No big deal. There are TWO brakes. NOT ONE like a car. TWO. The front brake on the handlebars, which by the way, is 80% of your stopping power, and the back brake which is under your right foot. If you forget to apply BOTH brakes at the SAME time, you're in trouble. Too much front brake, the bike will stop directly under you and you'll fly over the handlebars, landing in the middle of the highway during rush hour and kill yourself. Too much back brake, the bike will go into a skid, in turn you losing control, hitting a moving truck and killing yourself.
Shifting. Nope.....NOT automatic. There IS a clutch. And THAT my friends is under your left hand. Plus to shift gears, the lever is under your left foot. Sooooooo, left side of the body is to shift, right side of the body is to brake. Oh, and right side of the body is to accelerate too. The throttle is under your right hand grip. No, it IS the right hand grip. So be careful if you want to apply the front brake that you don't accidentally accelerate, because you'll fly out of control too fast, the motor will explode under you, careening you into a tree, killing yourself.

Believe it or not, there are high beams and low beams on a bike. That's not really for you to see better, it's for other's to see you better. "What about a horn?" I'm so glad you asked. It goes, "meep meep". A Volkswagen Bug's horn has more, "Get the heck out of the way" power. Me yelling, "Get the heck out of the way" with a full face helmet on is louder than the horn. So I guess I'm going to have to be watching in all directions when I'm riding because my headlight (yep, just one) and my horn really won't keep me too safe......killing myself.

I also read about the blinkers, turn signals, whatever you want to call them. Most people don't use them anyway, or at least properly, so why worry right? Wrong. They don't shut off automatically. You read that right. Not only do I have to signal left or right....but once I make the turn, I have to manually shut them off. If not, I'll end up leaving them on (like my Grandmother used to) having people think I'm turning left, then when I don't, getting hit by an "over sized load" truck hauling a modular home, killing myself.

Anyway....I exaggerate. NO? ME?
I actually put 27 miles on my bike so far. 2 days of nice weather since New Year's Day and today, and I did ride. But just to practice. Nothing huge. I'm waiting to take the safety class next month. Then I plan on riding a LOT. Yes, I have my full-face helmet, my 2 pair riding gloves, my all-season riding jacket with armor, my padded riding pants and I just got new boots today (on sale mind you). Mine are Mahogany color though.


Wow, I'm either going to be styling, or looking like the kid from A Christmas Story. This will be good though, it'll take a heck of a lot for me to kill myself with all that gear.

So I'm very anxious to learn and to ride and gain experience. I promised everyone that cares about me that I'll take it slow, I won't ride above my limits, (I'm not crazy anyway, I just want to enjoy the ride, not the speed) and ATGATT (motorcycle term=ALL THE GEAR ALL THE TIME).

No worries though, my Father-In-Law used me as an excuse. He just bought himself a bike too. A Triumph. That's HUGE compared to my little put-put Rebel. Then there's my cousin who has a Ducati. AKA, Crotch Rocket. We're starting a gang. I don't know what the name will be. But I'm going to have to come up with a logo, get them screen printed on our cool biker jackets and go out rousing the neighborhood. Hahahaha. Get my Father-In-Law off the golf course first.

Warm weather...get here soon! I want to feel the wind in my 'lack-of' hair, the bugs in my teeth, and the sound of "meep meep" when another biker drives by. Nah, I'm not taking off my gear, nor taking my hands off the handlebars, because if I do, I'll turn just a bit off kilter, sliding out of control, falling off a bridge into the Susquehanna River, killing myself. Hopefully my friend Leo will be in his boat underneath to catch me. Then I can get some river-fishing in!

Getcha motor runnin'!! Head out on the highway!! Lookin' for adventure.....or whatever comes my way!

Lazy Feeling

I'm feeling super lazy right now. I don't know why. Maybe I'm mentally tired. Maybe I'm content. I don't know. Oh well. So be it!

Day 5 without a smoke....without nicotine intake whatsoever. Piece of cake. Simple dimple! Easiest thing I had to ever do...quit smoking.....NOT!!!!!!



In all actuality, it's not too bad. The Chantix is helping, the support emails from get-quit.com are helping, as well as the activities they are having me do. The awareness of what's going on in my head/body helps as well. The biggest trigger I've noticed so far has been boredom. When I'm not doing anything, I want to go smoke. Especially when I'm driving. But, I've also noticed that a few real deep breaths get the physical craving to go away real fast, and I try and change what I'm thinking about as fast as possible. The cravings 4 days ago were lasting close to 5 minutes, but now, if they last 1 full minutes, I'd be surprised. Hopefully after next week, they'll last .2 seconds. :-D

---insert random thought here-----
I'm sick of this snow/cold/ice crap! It got cold in OCTOBER. It's now FEBRUARY. Let's get Spring here now! I'm going to punch Puxatawny Phil in the nose.

Speaking of the cold....I went ice fishing this past Monday being that we didn't have work. I went with an old friend to a private place in a town called Stowell, PA. I hadn't been there in close to 3 years, and I forgot it was only 4 feet deep max! Not to mention, I guess the place thawed out completely, then re-froze over again in a few days, because the ice was only 3-4 inches thick (where most place now are close to 15 inches), but it was a solid black ice (as opposed to the white, milky, blech ice other places). I usually don't fish on ice 3 inches...4 is my minimum, but this ice was solid! I mean, my friend weighs close to 200 pounds and was carrying a gas auger around that weighs around 50 pounds, so if he didn't fall through, my 160 pounds wasn't going anywhere!
I landed over 65 panfish in a matter of a few hours. Granted, most of them were bait size, so they went back, but I did manage to put 5 nice keepers in the sled for my friend's dinner. I also managed to land this pickeral......


.....on a small jigging rod, with 2 pound test, and a hook the size of a pin head. I'm so surprised we landed him. I hope he tastes good. As you can see, it was cold. Real cold. So cold that the holes we drilled were freezing over, fast! But hey...that's ice fishing.

I don't know if we'll be heading out this weekend, even though there still is safe ice. I have a show to do on Magic 93 Saturday 6AM-10AM, then I have an eye doctor appointment at 10:30. So who knows, maybe Saturday afternoon close-to-home, or maybe Sunday somewhere else. I'll find out when the weekend gets here. Maybe I'll just stay home in my pajamas and be a bum.


I just wasted enough time to not be bored anymore. Thanks for reading....thanks for listening to Magic 93, and say a prayer I stay off the smokes. I can't afford them anymore, and my health won't have it either. Later gator!!!



Largemouth caught on Sunday at my secret place. Stay on top!!!

Random Thoughts

It's Friday the 13th. Here are just some random thoughts in my mind.


1. I can not STAND American Idol. I loathe it.




I can't stand most reality TV either. When I watch TV, I want to get OUT of reality. Not watch it. If that's the case, I'll cut out a TV set from cardboard and tape it on my shoulders so when I wander around, I'll have reality TV all the time. Yeah, it's from Family Guy, and I can't find a picture of Peter doing that anywhere.

2. My tooth still hurts.

3. 2 more days until I quit smoking.

4. It's Friday the 13th, which means I should have a good day.

5. It's Friday. Long weekend. Yay. (jumps around a little)

6. I have to work tomorrow morning 6-10am. That means I have to get up early. Ugh. (stops jumping)

7. The Chantix script is making me feel woozy.

8. I wonder if I'll be ice fishing on Sunday or Monday, and if the ice is safe.

9. It's chilly in here today. I think I'll leave my vest on.

10. Most of the thoughts running through my head I canNOT write down here. :-D

11. I want spring to get here. (yep, attempting to play God)

12. I've got new socks on.

13. The new Friday the 13th opens in theaters today. I want to see it, but I don't have the cabbage right now. I'll wait awhile.

So for Friday the 13th, there are 13 random thoughts from inside my head. Hope you have a 'lucky' day...I know I will....because if it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have none at all. (Those of you who know me, know the rest of that thought. LOL.)

Jackhammer & PickAxe

It's time to get to a dentist. It's been awhile since I've been because I am a chicken. A wus. A petrified little boy. And I'm embarrassed because of how long I've not been to a dentist. Just look at those implements of destruction. How could something so small, cause a pain so great that it not only hurts in your mouth, but your shoes come untied?

You see, when I was younger, going to the dentist wasn't an issue. I had good oral hygiene, and not many problems. I even remember my first cavity. No big deal. Fill me up with nova cane, and I'm OK. But something happened. I had to switch dentists because the one I was going to for years and years and years decided to retire. We (Mom/Sister) found a guy, and it was time. I went for the check-up, got X-rays, and a good cleaning. He cleaned my mouth so well, that I think I lost a pint of blood. This, I did not like. No sirreebob! So I did what I usually do in situations like that, I avoid them. For a long time!
Then a tooth broke. I had no choice. No, I did not know I could find another dentist. Well, I did know that, but I always tried to follow the family, plus I had no idea how insurance worked, what's covered, how much this is or that is etc. So, a tooth broke. It broke right in half. Not just a piece...I mean it broke in half. I come to find out that my teeth decay more from the inside out than the outside in. At least this is what I've been told.
So I HAVE to go see him. I go up, he just looks at it and tells me the whole tooth has to come out. No big deal. I had all 4 wisdom teeth out in one sitting. Easy as pie. Go in, get a shot in the arm, fall asleep, wake up with cotton in your mouth, drink fluids for 3 days and you're good to go. So I get the appointment with the oral surgeon for the extraction. The day comes, the tooth comes out...no problem!
Here's where the issue happens. I go back to the 'family' dentist about a month later for him to see how my mouth is doing, and he tells me that looking at the X-rays, the same tooth on the other side has to come out as well. OK, here we go again. "Can you schedule me an appointment with the surgeon then?" I say. He follows with, "Aw come on you scaredy cat, I can do it right here, right now and it won't cost you a thing with your insurance." WHAT? "I didn't think you could knock people out in just an office like this. Don't you have to be a surgeon, with nurses around, and assistants or something?" Again, my ignorance. "Nope, I'll give you enough nova cane you won't feel a thing. Stop being such a wus. Be a MAN and let's just get it over and done with." My heart is in my throat, my hands are soaked with sweat, but the words "Be a Man!" are ringing in my ears over and over and over again. (Thanks DAD!) I take a few deep breaths and say, "OK". I'm petrified.
He loads me up with the numbing stuff, and truly, I couldn't feel a thing....at that moment. Once numb, he comes at me with a flat-head screwdriver. I'm not kidding. It looked just like a Craftsman flat-head screwdriver. He starts to pry the tooth out, and I'll tell you what, it was the worst thing I have ever experienced. Using a screwdriver and pair of DeWalt adjustable pliers to 'extract' a tooth was awful. And the nova cane did NOT numb me 100%. Not much pain, but the feeling of pressure, his hand on the middle of my face prying a tooth out, and the sounds of cracking, and stretching resonating through my head, made me lose my stuff. Can you say nervous laughter? I couldn't stop laughing.
He finally got the thing out, "Whoa, that was a LUNKER!!!! Look at this root...it's HUGE!" And HE WANTED TO SHOW ME!!! IDIOT!!!! I've got tears pouring out of my eyes, and he wants to show me the wonderful reward he received from my FACE!!!! He stitched up the grand canyon of a wound in my mouth and away I went. Once the numbing juice wore off, the pain in my mouth was just terrible. I've had kidney stones, and that pain was worse. Of course when I called him, he said he'd give me pain killers for it, but not until Monday because the pharmacies were closed (it was Friday PM). By then, I either learned to live with the pain, or it did subside.
Needless to say, I haven't seen a dentist since. Actually, wait, not true. I saw one when I lived in Delaware, and she was super nice, super sweet, super gentle, and treated me like a 9 year old. I felt good there. The little bit of discomfort was tolerable because how nice she was. I went there once, and ended up getting fired from my job, so I lost my benefits and couldn't go back. So, I haven't been to the dentist since THEN!
This morning, I experienced a pain almost like the one from the last extraction. I guess another tooth has gotten bad, and when I drank a glass of water, the cold hit it and the pain shot through my mouth, up behind my ear, behind my eye, and into my head. And it stayed in those places for at least 20 minutes. I'll admit it. I cried. It hurt! But I think I cried more, because now I know I have to get to a dentist. And this tooth will probably have to come out. But THIS time, I'm going to an oral surgeon, who will knock me out, and when I wake up, there will be cotton in my mouth, and I'll live on a liquid diet for 3 days.
I need to find a dentist around NEPA that understands I'm a wus. A 9 year old child. A chicken. I'm petrified. Or, I need to find a place that will sedate me for regular cleanings, and looks like this:

Nice soft music, maybe a scalp massage while they're cleaning, scraping, cutting, whatever...the smell of Jasmine in the air, and if the Hygienist looked like Mariska Hargitay, that wouldn't be a bad thing either.

Ice Ice Baby

Up at 4 AM Sunday morning to get ready for work for you! Yep, doing 6AM to 10Am on Magic 93, playing Continuous Soft Rock. Yep, I get up at 4. No problem, because I'm getting an extra $3 in my paycheck this week, but more importantly, I'm going ice fishing after the 'really big shoe'!
Before I share my day on the ice....I have one HUGE favor. If you are one of the listeners who likes to program their speed dial to try an win contests with Magic 93....please please please, don't let the phone ring 2 times then hang up.....at least let me answer, or don't let it ring at all. I had 37, yes 37 hang ups on Sunday morning. I'll admit, it may be fun to prank me, but I don't think I know anyone who would prank someone 37 times in 4 hours. Let me answer the phone, then tell me you're programming it, or just say, good morning! Thanks much. OK, on with ice fishing.

I got off the radio at 10, and was in my car and down the Cross Valley by 10:02AM. I already had all my clothing in the back of the truck. I just needed to wait for my friends to show up at the house (scheduled for 10:30), and put my equipment in the truck as well. Three of us at the house, go pick up another friend, and have him take us to a "secret lake that's loaded with large mouth bass!" Notice the quotes? Those are HIS words!
I get home in enough time to put some old clothes on (and an extra layer), when friend one arrives. He's ready from the get-go. Friend two on the other hand got lost. Needless to say, 10:30 appointment did NOT happen. We left my driveway at 11:45. Picked up the third friend and off we went to the "secret lake that's loaded with large mouth bass!"
It definitely was a "secret lake", and it was BEAUTIFUL.

That's just one shot. It was very remote, no traffic, just sounds of nature. JUST the way I LOVE it.
There wasn't a lot of snow on the surface because it was fairly warm the past two days, but there was a nice 'slick' on top. No prob...I've got my cleats. I'm not falling.
Time to start drilling holes. The other guys like to use the auger, so who am I to stop them from digging?
At least 13 inches of ice. We're NOT falling through that stuff!
We set up so many tip ups with live bait, we covered a VERY large area.

I wandered around with my little jiggin' pole hoping for some bluegill or perch or crappie, but I couldn't even see one on my sonar.

We made a MESS out of that beautiful lake with holes. At least it was holes and not garbage....which by the way, we found a coffee cup from someone else. Pick up your garbage when you leave will ya?!?

Anyway, with the lake looking like swiss cheese, Oodles of tip-ups, and two of us jigging in every other open hole....the day turned out to give us....not lunker large mouth bass...but one normal size. Yes.....just one. Only one. Between the smorgasbord of live bait we offered this, "secret lake LOADED with large mouth bass", only ONE was hungry.

Now, I'm not saying this lake isn't "Loaded", what I am saying is that they're just not hungry....or interested....or alive.
If you've ever gone ice fishing, you know that when you're catching fish, you're staying warm. And when the action is slow to non-existant, you get cold....fast! It was 48 degrees on Sunday, the wind was WHIPPING through, and we got cold....fast!

We ended up leaving around 4:30 (give or take) because it was just way too slow, and way too cold. But all in all, 4 friends, outside, on the ice, sharing stories, sharing food, sharing coffee, and sharing time with each other made it all worth it. Would I do it again? If I didn't know about the not hungry, interested, alive fish, probably. But because the fish there are just not interested, I'll invite the guys to a different place. Maybe Francis Slocum. AKA: The Dead Sea of NEPA. Nah, I'll take them to MY "secret lake loaded with Pickeral, and Crappie, and Bluegill, and Bass, and Catfish!" But I'll have to blindfold them so they can't go back without me.

Tightlines! Stay on top! Thanks for listening to Magic 93......don't hang up on me!

Smoke 'em if ya got 'em

Over the years, I've picked up a very nasty habit. I smoke. Menthol. About 1 1/2 packs a day. I will admit that I am addicted to nicotine, and the physical/mental aspect of the cigarette. I will also admit that my Doctor has been driving me CRAZY about quitting for the past umpteen years. Well, now, I HAVE to quit. By the grace of God, I don't have lung/throat cancer, COPD, or anything else like that, but I was diagnosed with Barret's Esophagus due to a hiatal hernia.
Basically, what that means, is that over the years, the acid from my belly easily travels up into my esophagus, AKA GERD, and in time, changes the cell structure of the esophagus lining. Smoking makes this condition worse.....REAL WORSE. So now I have to quit. I kind-of want to anyway, for my health, and also because they are so expensive...and with the economy the way it is....I could use that extra cabbage.
I KNOW FOR A FACT I cannot quit on my own. I AM that hooked! From all the research I've done, cold turkey, or with the help of Chantix, are my best bets. Plus I'm supposed to tell people that I'm quitting, so what better way than right here? :-D
So I just started taking these pills to help me quit. By the way, my quit date is February 15th, 2009. The day AFTER Valentine's Day.
This prescription is weird. I believe it is working as I build it up in my system, but the side-effects are odd (with me). Vivid dreams...not nightmares, but very vivid.....a 'touch' of dizziness about an hour after I take the pill, and foggy thoughts throughout the day. It's like I can't focus. Oh well, as long as they help me quit, right?
I also have a support group of people, we're all "supposed to" quit the same day...there WERE 5 of us, now there are 4 of us. Hopefully the other 3 stick around and do the deal. If not, there are oodles of websites, an emergency 800 number for support, etc etc.
I'll admit, I'm nervous. How the heck am I going to give this up? One day at a time, little by little. I'm sure I'll continue to post on the 'feelings' once the quit day gets here. On a good note....it's almost 7AM now, Sunday, February 8th (one week to doomsday lol), and I've only had 3 smokes since I've been awake (4AM). I'm usually through at least 8 or 9 by now.

That's all for now I guess. Go fish! Stay on top! Tightlines! Thanks for listening to Magic 93.

Go Fish

They told me here at Magic 93, "We're setting up a blog for all on-air staff, we want you to write in it." So I am. They also said, "Jenk, keep it clean!" So I will (I hope lol).

I LOVE fishing. I LOVE regular fishing, deep sea fishing (although I get REAL sea-sick), and even more....ICE FISHING. Yeah, yeah, there's something seriously wrong with me for loving ice fishing I guess, but I tell ya, there's nothing like waking up at the butt-crack of dawn, sipping a hot cup of coffee outside while waiting for your fishin' buddy to show up. And what's even better, is once you get on the ice. The views that early in the AM are just beautiful.


Once the little bit of work is done drillin' holes, setting up tip ups and getting your chair ready, the commaradary between friends is what makes it. And what makes it even more fun is when a flag on the tip-up pops and someone yells, "FLAG!" Then all hel.....heck breaks loose (trying to keep it clean remember? LOL) Hopefully there's a fish on the end of the line, but if not, no big deal.

The views, the fresh air, the friends are why I love ice fishing. Catching fish is an added bonus.
If you're headed out to go fishing....especially ice fishing, please, stay on TOP!!! Tight lines and droopy nets to all!

There's still at least a month of good ice fishing left for the year, so you can pretty much guarantee I'll be out almost every weekend. Until next time...thanks for listening to Magic 93!

Jenk