News Flash.....old "pesky neighbor"Wayne is alive.
I been sit'n round here think'n bout old "pesky" over there in Deming NM.....he ain't call me like he usually do. I wonder if he's OK? I'll just give him a ring...check up on him ya know. I sit over there on the couch, light'n up a smoke, cell sit'n next to me...that sucker start ring'n. Well how bout this, it's old "pesky neighbor" Wayne.
He's do'n super good, so he tells me an' says "where the hell are you"? I tell him I should be there by the end of the month....but I tole him that before. Sheesh!!! Don't nobody listen to the old Billy Bob?
The RV park is done gone slap to hell, weeds an' desert grass everwhere. Goat heads an' stuff. My old camp'n spot is growed up 3 feets high in weeds, "da porch" fall'n down. I won't be camp'n there. I don't cut weeds no more ya know.
I keep close track on the news ya know. Ain't much happen in "small town" south Texas , so I watch World news an' keep a eye on what them fools in Washington are do'n . I rekon it's a 50/50 deal on the "fools in Washington" part with the citizenry of the US.....you know, half agree, half don't. Pretty good balance if'n ya ask me. Now when things get all lop sided in the world, an' in Washington, like they are now, we all gonna suffer one way or atuther. We shouldn't have to suffer in America just 'cause one fool group gets a "brilliant idea" to save the country. Since when did the richest, most powerful country in the world need sav'n? No, I ain't talk'n bout "your" group, I'm talk'n bout the other one. Take yer pick, you're both right....or wrong, what ever the case may be.
"That's all I got to say bout that".....GUMP!
I got me a foot swell'n problem. Every night, my feet an' ankles is swell up like balloons. I had that happen before, but it was gone the next morn'n. Well, it ain't gone this time. Been a freak'n week an' they still swelled up. I ain't usually concern with something that goes away after a good nights sleep, but I'm think'n I'm a bit concerned now. What if'n I have to walk round the rest my life with "fat" feet??? Damn these health issues is get'n me down. "Oh Lord, what did I do to deserve this"?
It's time for that dreaded trip to Walmart. Ain't got no milk...what ain't sour, slap out of bread, no donuts, down to my last hot dog an' it's time to refill my meds. There was a time, an' it weren't long ago, a trip to Walmart was the highlight of my day. My god, there weren't nuttin like a trip to Walmart. But as of late, I dread do'n any shop'n at all....anywheres. Wears me slap out.
On top that, I got to go to the laundromat....but I think I done mention that. Damn I hate do'n laundry.
Did I mention I hate do'n dishes? Yeah, I hate that too. But I get 'em done yesterday. Still sit'n on the counter is done right? I don't see no reason in the world to take all that time to put the suckers in the cabinets when I gonna use 'em again. They ain't in my way, an' they look kind of cute sit'n there. Kind'a convenient too, just reach up there on the counter an' grab holt to what ya need.
I was read'n a blog this morn'n. This guy is "down". Truck won't start, wife an' kids left him, family don't want nuttin to do with him, his two friends deserted him....yeah, he's down. In the first two sentences, I done figger out "why". GD this, GD that. Eff this, eff that. SOB this, SOB that. This guy is flat dangerous. Hope he ain't got no guns an' go off the deep end. At least it was entertain'n to read.
Ok....got things to do ya know. Laters!
I been sit'n round here think'n bout old "pesky" over there in Deming NM.....he ain't call me like he usually do. I wonder if he's OK? I'll just give him a ring...check up on him ya know. I sit over there on the couch, light'n up a smoke, cell sit'n next to me...that sucker start ring'n. Well how bout this, it's old "pesky neighbor" Wayne.
He's do'n super good, so he tells me an' says "where the hell are you"? I tell him I should be there by the end of the month....but I tole him that before. Sheesh!!! Don't nobody listen to the old Billy Bob?
The RV park is done gone slap to hell, weeds an' desert grass everwhere. Goat heads an' stuff. My old camp'n spot is growed up 3 feets high in weeds, "da porch" fall'n down. I won't be camp'n there. I don't cut weeds no more ya know.
I keep close track on the news ya know. Ain't much happen in "small town" south Texas , so I watch World news an' keep a eye on what them fools in Washington are do'n . I rekon it's a 50/50 deal on the "fools in Washington" part with the citizenry of the US.....you know, half agree, half don't. Pretty good balance if'n ya ask me. Now when things get all lop sided in the world, an' in Washington, like they are now, we all gonna suffer one way or atuther. We shouldn't have to suffer in America just 'cause one fool group gets a "brilliant idea" to save the country. Since when did the richest, most powerful country in the world need sav'n? No, I ain't talk'n bout "your" group, I'm talk'n bout the other one. Take yer pick, you're both right....or wrong, what ever the case may be.
"That's all I got to say bout that".....GUMP!
I got me a foot swell'n problem. Every night, my feet an' ankles is swell up like balloons. I had that happen before, but it was gone the next morn'n. Well, it ain't gone this time. Been a freak'n week an' they still swelled up. I ain't usually concern with something that goes away after a good nights sleep, but I'm think'n I'm a bit concerned now. What if'n I have to walk round the rest my life with "fat" feet??? Damn these health issues is get'n me down. "Oh Lord, what did I do to deserve this"?
It's time for that dreaded trip to Walmart. Ain't got no milk...what ain't sour, slap out of bread, no donuts, down to my last hot dog an' it's time to refill my meds. There was a time, an' it weren't long ago, a trip to Walmart was the highlight of my day. My god, there weren't nuttin like a trip to Walmart. But as of late, I dread do'n any shop'n at all....anywheres. Wears me slap out.
On top that, I got to go to the laundromat....but I think I done mention that. Damn I hate do'n laundry.
Did I mention I hate do'n dishes? Yeah, I hate that too. But I get 'em done yesterday. Still sit'n on the counter is done right? I don't see no reason in the world to take all that time to put the suckers in the cabinets when I gonna use 'em again. They ain't in my way, an' they look kind of cute sit'n there. Kind'a convenient too, just reach up there on the counter an' grab holt to what ya need.
I was read'n a blog this morn'n. This guy is "down". Truck won't start, wife an' kids left him, family don't want nuttin to do with him, his two friends deserted him....yeah, he's down. In the first two sentences, I done figger out "why". GD this, GD that. Eff this, eff that. SOB this, SOB that. This guy is flat dangerous. Hope he ain't got no guns an' go off the deep end. At least it was entertain'n to read.
Ok....got things to do ya know. Laters!
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ReplyDeleteYou said: "what did I do to deserve this"? Well, you got old, that is what you did and you wore yourself plumb out when you was young and chasing wimmins. (grin)
ReplyDeleteGot to disagree with ya Dizzy. I see older folks than me what don't have fat feet, so it ain't got nuttin to do with age.
DeleteI don't recall ever get'n wore out chas'n wimmins....unless I was to catch 'em.
When mah feets started gettin' swoled, I then started noticin' my ankles layin' over the tops of mah shoes. The doc said it was mah heart, and bad circulation. So I fired him.
ReplyDeleteDoes ya ever put yore feet UP?
I tole my doc a long time ago bout I was think'n I have bad circ in my legs. He says I don't "no nuttin", but I'm think'n I do.
DeleteWhen ya says "put yore feet UP", do ya mean like put'n 'em in the sock drawer? Yeah, I tried prop'n 'em up.....for 5 minutes. Didn't help a bit.
hey there, your feet the cure. spoon full of mustard. hee heee. kidding.. I think your retaining water. just a thought. how you been doing ,besides what you write in your blog? tell Wayne I say HI, still love your stories. at least your mind is still there. ok love ya.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that Pesky is still doing good. To bad about all the weeds on your camping spot.
ReplyDeleteI tried putting my feet up whenever sitting, but it didn't seem to help. Then the doctor said "your feet need to be higher than your hips". Wow, that did the trick. It's kind of a nuisance without a recliner that gets into that position, but nice to have skinny ankles. Of course, avoiding the excess sodium in the first place also works for me.
ReplyDeleteYou never had swolled ankles when you chased wimmin, maybe chase them again just for fun! get some exercise too.
ReplyDeleteTell your heart doctor about the swelling in feet and ankles when you see him in Deming. Tell him even if the swelling has gone down but don't tell him you have poor circulation in your legs he doesn't seem to take kindly to you doing his job. I will almost bet he will then tell you that you have poor circulation!
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