How do ya make a short post when ya got a mind that just "keeps on tick'n"? I had thought bout Timex when I said that, but done forgot what that damn rabbit said. It WAS a rabbit....right?
So how's the big toe? This morn'n it's much better, thank ya very much. How much better I don't have the slightest idea 'cause I don't know what "pain" numbers mean. You know what I'm talk'n bout....them numbers the doctor ask ya when he wants to know how much pain you in. Anybody with a lick of sense knows that number "0" mean you feel'n like ya got the world by the tail. I don't recall ever be'n a number "0" in my entire life. So....if'n you stand'n on a railroad track an' get run over by a train...is that a number 10??? If ya live through it that is. Would dead be a number 13? Or from the doctors standpoint, be a number "0"? See what I'm talk'n bout? Them numbers are screwed up.
Sunday night I was lay'n there on the couch. The ol' toe was feel'n a bit better. So's I go to bed think'n a good night rest would fix all that ails me. Then the throb'n starts. With every beat of my heart, some little bastard smaks my toe with a hammer. Sit up, lay down, sit up, lay down....look for the little bastard with the hammer. The rest of the night was spent on the couch. Soak'n, sit'n up, lay'n down, still look'n for that little bastard with the hammer.
Right bout 8am, I was finally able to close my eyes an' fall into a deep sleep. Sadie Mae jump up on the couch, land on that toe an' it all start over again. Sadie Mae had waked up "the little bastard". Throughout the day the poor ol' big toe began to feel much better. Some of the swell'n went down. I could walk on my right foot....Yeee Haw Billy Bob....you gonna live.
Slept all night (Monday) in the bed. Only waked up one time to pee. So I rekon I'm on the heal. But I sure as hell ain't gonna push it an' go danc'n or nuttin like that.
Holy crap.....did ya look at the weather thingy? It's summer already in some parts of the country. It was rather warm at "da house" here in the Texas coastal bend. Accord'n to my Walmart special temp thingy, it was 94 degs yesterday afternoon. What I do believe lies to me on the warmer days. I don't trust the accuracy of electronic gadgets made in China.
I don't rekon many of ya been watch'n "The Voice"? The old Billy Bob has an' let me tell ya...."Holy Shit, them kids can sing". If'n they was to ask me to choose just one for a winner, I couldn't do it. As much as I like country music an' country music be'n red blooded American music, that chick with the horn rim glasses.....Wow Boy Howdy. There gonna be some upcom'n stars come out of all this competition.
I'm out of here....just see that little bastard with the hammer. I'll feed his ass with a couple 500mg Bayer.
Laters....
So how's the big toe? This morn'n it's much better, thank ya very much. How much better I don't have the slightest idea 'cause I don't know what "pain" numbers mean. You know what I'm talk'n bout....them numbers the doctor ask ya when he wants to know how much pain you in. Anybody with a lick of sense knows that number "0" mean you feel'n like ya got the world by the tail. I don't recall ever be'n a number "0" in my entire life. So....if'n you stand'n on a railroad track an' get run over by a train...is that a number 10??? If ya live through it that is. Would dead be a number 13? Or from the doctors standpoint, be a number "0"? See what I'm talk'n bout? Them numbers are screwed up.
Sunday night I was lay'n there on the couch. The ol' toe was feel'n a bit better. So's I go to bed think'n a good night rest would fix all that ails me. Then the throb'n starts. With every beat of my heart, some little bastard smaks my toe with a hammer. Sit up, lay down, sit up, lay down....look for the little bastard with the hammer. The rest of the night was spent on the couch. Soak'n, sit'n up, lay'n down, still look'n for that little bastard with the hammer.
Right bout 8am, I was finally able to close my eyes an' fall into a deep sleep. Sadie Mae jump up on the couch, land on that toe an' it all start over again. Sadie Mae had waked up "the little bastard". Throughout the day the poor ol' big toe began to feel much better. Some of the swell'n went down. I could walk on my right foot....Yeee Haw Billy Bob....you gonna live.
Slept all night (Monday) in the bed. Only waked up one time to pee. So I rekon I'm on the heal. But I sure as hell ain't gonna push it an' go danc'n or nuttin like that.
Holy crap.....did ya look at the weather thingy? It's summer already in some parts of the country. It was rather warm at "da house" here in the Texas coastal bend. Accord'n to my Walmart special temp thingy, it was 94 degs yesterday afternoon. What I do believe lies to me on the warmer days. I don't trust the accuracy of electronic gadgets made in China.
I don't rekon many of ya been watch'n "The Voice"? The old Billy Bob has an' let me tell ya...."Holy Shit, them kids can sing". If'n they was to ask me to choose just one for a winner, I couldn't do it. As much as I like country music an' country music be'n red blooded American music, that chick with the horn rim glasses.....Wow Boy Howdy. There gonna be some upcom'n stars come out of all this competition.
I'm out of here....just see that little bastard with the hammer. I'll feed his ass with a couple 500mg Bayer.
Laters....
Yep it looks like the heat of summer arrives on May 15 to keep us warm for a few months. But it is a nice cool breeze this morning here in Junction Tx.
ReplyDeleteI "Ben" look'n at the maps again. Think'n bout head'n up the coast, with a few stops here an' there....destination S.F. Austin State Park. Few rounds of golf at the course outside the entrance.....you know the one.
DeleteI rekon this could be a baby step towards Louisiana. Where the hell does Dizzy hang out?
DD is way north of Houston. Actually that sounds like a good place to visit. That used to be a fun course for short hitters like me.
DeleteJust don't send that little guy with the hammer up here to my house. I got enough of them running around up here.
ReplyDeleteIf'n I come to your house, I'll be bring'n him with me. Turn him loose in your front yard with his little hammer "fix'n' stuff.
DeleteGlad you were finally able to get some rest! Sleepless nights truly suck!
ReplyDeleteI don't mind a 5 or 6 hour night, but anything less....truly sucks.
DeleteTake the "little guy with the hammer" to the golf ball swakin place and turn him loose.
ReplyDeleteI'm almost certain the golf ball swak'n place will be my first activity when this toe gets better. In the mean time, I dream of 300 yard drives and many many eagles. Note: A eagle is not a bird.
Delete300 yard drives? There is not any 300 yard high cliffs in Sinton to hit the ball from.
Delete"I dream of 300 yard drives and many many eagles. Note: A eagle is not a bird."
ReplyDeletejajajajaja...lol, you made my night :D
Glad to hear your toe is doing better even though the "little guy with the hammer" keeps on showing up.