Ahmnodt Heare for President

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Back at It

I’ll be returning to the swing of things tomorrow.   The vacation was both relaxing and healing.  I even found time to campaign in Matamoras, PA and New Paltz, NY.  I have been to New Paltz before.  The locals said “Oh no this guy again!” “Welcome back!”  People are pleasantly surprised that a presidential candidate is offering solutions that don’t screw the people.  People smile when they heard me.  In fact, if my hearing was better, I could have sworn they enjoyed what I had to say so much, their joy was a laughter.

Vacation was relaxing.  My hamstring feels much better.  I find fishing more relaxing when I don;t put anything on the hook.  I don’t have to fight the fish as I am reeling it in because fish won’t bite a bare hook.  There are no worries about the fish was big enough to keep or if I had to bring it back.  And because I didn;t have any fish biting, I was able to drink the six-pack uninterrupted.

There wasn’t much to do Friday night in the town I was staying in, so I didn’t do anything.  There wasn’t much to do Saturday afternoon either so I worked on my tan.  Although I was laying down the entire time, I worked on my tan too hard and got burnt.

The town was happening Saturday night.  First there was the spaghetti dinner at the volunteer fire house.  It seemed like the entire town was there.  My brain froze because I had no plans for fire houses.  (I still don’t, but I am working on it.  This is important to me because the spaghetti dinner wasn’t like mama used to make.)

I asked the gentleman I was eating next to what people in town do on a Saturday night.  He said most people just stay home but some people hang out at the gas station.  We went to the gas station.  It was one of those gas stations with a convenience store.  There wasn’t much to do there but shoot the breeze.  A man named Dave seemed to shoot the breeze with an Uzi.  He had some stories to tell about the time he ran for governor in 2006.  He told me a lot that I could learn if I could remember.  There was a lot of information so I bought a notebook and a pack of pens.  I wrote everything down, but left the notebook at the store.  The notebook was gone when I came back the following morning.

Sunday was a good day.  I went to a local church near where I was staying.  The church had a pot luck lunch after service.  They had spaghetti (I think it was leftovers from the firehouse, but I wasn’t sure.)  I was about to leave when a woman brought out a pot of Strawberry Stroganoff.  Not just any Strawberry Stroganoff, Grandma Oudda’s recipe.  I asked her where she got the recipe.  She said she got it from this blog.  I would like to thank Janet or Debbie (I forgot her name) for reading this blog and for making my weekend.

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July 12, 2011 - Posted by | Ahmnodt, campaign, humor, satire | , , , , , ,

4 Comments

  1. Hey there! I know I have been scarce….been off in the “Last Frontier”, but anyway, I find it hilarious that you find it more relaxing when you don’t put any bait on the hook, so you don’t have to “fight the fish”! lol, that is the best part of fishing….reeling it in! And not losing it!!! lol!

    Too funny, “Drink the six-pack uninterrupted”

    Comment by trishothinks | July 12, 2011

    • I have a confession: I’m not very good at fishing. That’s why I came up with the stress story. A different kind of “fisherman’s story.”

      Comment by Ahmnodt Heare | July 12, 2011

  2. i went to college in new paltz about a thousand years ago! i wonder if they still have the best sub sandwiches there. my mouth is watering just thinking about them.

    Comment by nonnie9999 | July 13, 2011

    • I’ll let you know the next time I am there. I go there once or twice a year.

      Comment by Ahmnodt Heare | July 13, 2011


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