Beat up...

Have ya ever been slap beat up by a golf course? Well, yesterday the old Billy Bob took a beat'n he ain't gonna forget for a while. Of course my dear son Robert is gonna take every and any advantage he can to whoop his daddy in a round of golf ball swak'n.

Ya see, it's like this.....Robert knows his daddy don't eat no breakfast, and don't eat no lunch till bout 1pm or so. Here he comes right bout 11:30 or so say'n "let's go play golf". I were hungry, weak and wobbly, that what I was. I grabs holt to my my clubs, my bass fish'n hat, pull up my drawers an' off to the golf ball swak'n place we goes. It was hot an' humid (95/95). Did ya know that a golf ball don't go as far in high humidity? Anyhows, by the 9th hole, I were wored slap out....beat up. Heart rate pump'n bout 120 plus strokes a minute, cain't breath worth a darn, an' that damn toe was begin'n to hurt from walk'n up an' down all them hills. Robert is up on me by bout 4 strokes with a great big "I'm gonna beat my daddy today" grin on his face. His over confidence and forget'n his daddy's golf ball swak'n ability, he lost by a good 10 strokes. I work better under pressure. Don't forget that Barney.

Noticed that follower Gypsy done bake herself up a Billy Bob cake. I were so proud of her, but she gots the same problem what I have....cain't eat it all. Sure do wished she would'a posted a pic of it, but it's probly all gone by now.

Got most all my "stuff" put back in "Sally da house" for our trek to Deming....Sadie Mae an' me. Sure didn't know I had that much stuff to load. Still got some to go, so don't be think'n all I have to do is load "billy bike", hook up "that jeep" an' go. It ain't that easy with me tak'n a break ever once in a while an' sit'n on "da porch" sip'n up a cup. I'm rekon another 4 hours to a couple days be bout right. By this time next week, I should be somewheres in the great State of Texas. Maybe even in Deming sip'n up a cup with the old "pesky neighbor" Wayne.