Yesterdays golf game with OFM Barney took a bunch out of me. Since I'm prone to knock the hell out a golf ball, instead of a nice easy "girlie" swing, I ache all over this morn'n. Feel like I been run through a antique Westinghouse wringer warsher machine. Then to top it all off, Barney stomped me again. Did I keep the score card? Well hell no.....don't keep score cards that bad. Anyhows, it was a wonderful day of golf ball swak'n. Topped off with a great lunch/supper at the Greasy Churn.....no....Butter Churn. Thank ya for a great day Barney.
Speak'n of warsh machines....when I was a a tot on the farm, bout 5 or 6 year old, "moms" got her arm hung up in the wringer thingy. There weren't nobody there but me an' moms do'n laundry. Before we got electricity and a brand spank'n new washer machine, it was 2 big ol' tubs an' a scrub board. She was yell'n for me to hit the release so's she could get her squished arm out. "What the hell is a release?" I screamed jump'n up an' down. I don't know nuttin bout wash'n no clothes.....sheesh! I heared stories an' see cartoon sketches of women get'n their boobie thingys hung up in the wringer, but I ain't never see it really happen. Hemhaw'n round, moms finally hit the release thingy and got her arm out. Moms' arm was fine other than a few bruises.
I were sit'n there on the couch last night an' I see lightning right over there. What the hell? Where this come from? Before long here come the rain. Buckets full. Damn, the yard is float'n away....water everwhere. The rain quit after a couple hour, but the winds continued all night long. This morn'n the temp had dropped to 55 degs and stayed there (64degs at 11:30am). Not a good day for outside activities. Yup, still windy.
Nephew Joseph has got a little dog he wants to give to me. If'n I can get him to stay still long enough, I'll get a pic. Cute little bugger and Sadie Mae likes him. But.....I'm think'n he is just a cute little package of never end'n stress. Something I don't need at this time of my life. Lug Nut gave me a lot of stress but this little bundle of joy would run circles around Lug Nut. He never slows down.....zooom zoooom zoooom. Anyhows....we'll see.
Ok....got things to do....laters
Dogs are like your kids, you love them but they are a lot of extra trouble.
ReplyDeleteI have 7 kids. I was not allowed to leave them at the hospital...had to take them home. Dogs are different.
DeleteMr. BB, this is posted long after the time you wrote this one... Truly important fact! Discernment, and geezers that have developed that attribute, RULE... Keep on being BB!
DeleteDang no rain down here in Rockport. Cool with a lot of wind. Yesterday was very nice as was the company I had at the flog course.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was about 4 yrs old I got my arm caught in a wringer. Scared my mom to death, but it didn't hurt me at all. I want another dog but am afraid I won't outlive it!
ReplyDeleteYour fear may be depriving a dog of a special loving life.
DeleteSame with me,,,do NOT want to outlive a pet,,like my Mom did. She had 3 cats and one of my sis took one,,,the other 2 were left there. We would all go by and feed them but i had 3,,no way to take them. Sooo,,my Jude is it.
DeleteMy son got his hand caught in one of those shammy squeezers they used to have at the stations,,left checkerboard marks,,,but no broken bones.
Glad you and Barney had a good time at the golf course as well as at the Butter Churn.
ReplyDeleteWish it had rained in Del Rio the same amount it did in Sinton. We only got a couple of drops.
Have decided I do not want another pet. They cost too much, if they are babies they have too much energy and most importantly my mom wont let me bring them in the house.