Housework done??? Well, not exactly. Ya see, there are times a man has just got to sit down an' think things over. Maybe close your eyes an' visualize what a clean house is gonna look like. That's pretty much what happen. I close my eyes an' I was out like a light. That's considered a nap if'n ya didn't know.
Now bout a nap. There onest was a time I could close my eyes for bout 15 minutes an' wake up "good to go". Ha....that was like 20 years ago. As time passed me by, those 15 minute naps turn into much longer naps. They change to a hour or more, an when I wake up, I be a little on the grouchy side an' I ain't gonna do nuttin when I'm grouchy. Ya git the picture??? Housework ain't done.
I used to be a hero. I had me a Play Station video game thingy. Shoot'em up, auto racing an' the latest Tiger Woods golf games. I was the most popular "papaw" on the face of the earth. As long as the grankids could play video games all day long. Boy howdy I sure do got me some good grankid memories. But that was ten an' more years ago. All them grankids is almost growed up now....think'n bout boyfriends an' girlfriends, cars an' pick up trucks, proms, graduation an' college....boyfriends an' girlfriends. It's hell go'n from first violin to second fiddle.
Did I ever tell ya bout the time....I was a violin player? Boy howdy let me tell ya, I hated that damn violin. Who ever heard of a adventurous, tear shit apart, ten year old boy play'n a freak'n violin? It just ain't gonna happen. My mean old dad used to make me practice on that thing. Practice what? How to break the bridge so's I don't have to practice? I cain't read no music notes wrote on a piece of paper. I don't know one string from a nuther. I don't like that "screech'n" sound it makes. I ain't play'n no violin....period. Now had that been a fiddle instead of a damned ol' long hair violin, I may have liked it an' learn how to play. So much for violins.
Did I ever tell ya bout my trombone in high school? Yes I went to high school....no matter what ya might be think'n. Did ya know if'n ya was to position that slide thingy just right an' squeezes your lips just right, a trombone sound just like a 18 wheeler air horn. Had me some fun with that long bout midnight many times. Piss them neighbors off pretty good.
Ok, I ain't got no more nonsense for the day.....I'm out of here. Housework??? Maybe.
Now bout a nap. There onest was a time I could close my eyes for bout 15 minutes an' wake up "good to go". Ha....that was like 20 years ago. As time passed me by, those 15 minute naps turn into much longer naps. They change to a hour or more, an when I wake up, I be a little on the grouchy side an' I ain't gonna do nuttin when I'm grouchy. Ya git the picture??? Housework ain't done.
I used to be a hero. I had me a Play Station video game thingy. Shoot'em up, auto racing an' the latest Tiger Woods golf games. I was the most popular "papaw" on the face of the earth. As long as the grankids could play video games all day long. Boy howdy I sure do got me some good grankid memories. But that was ten an' more years ago. All them grankids is almost growed up now....think'n bout boyfriends an' girlfriends, cars an' pick up trucks, proms, graduation an' college....boyfriends an' girlfriends. It's hell go'n from first violin to second fiddle.
Did I ever tell ya bout the time....I was a violin player? Boy howdy let me tell ya, I hated that damn violin. Who ever heard of a adventurous, tear shit apart, ten year old boy play'n a freak'n violin? It just ain't gonna happen. My mean old dad used to make me practice on that thing. Practice what? How to break the bridge so's I don't have to practice? I cain't read no music notes wrote on a piece of paper. I don't know one string from a nuther. I don't like that "screech'n" sound it makes. I ain't play'n no violin....period. Now had that been a fiddle instead of a damned ol' long hair violin, I may have liked it an' learn how to play. So much for violins.
Did I ever tell ya bout my trombone in high school? Yes I went to high school....no matter what ya might be think'n. Did ya know if'n ya was to position that slide thingy just right an' squeezes your lips just right, a trombone sound just like a 18 wheeler air horn. Had me some fun with that long bout midnight many times. Piss them neighbors off pretty good.
Ok, I ain't got no more nonsense for the day.....I'm out of here. Housework??? Maybe.
Oh heck, just put off that housework till tomorrow. . . BTW, when I was in school, I attempted to play the trumpet. Then I had an accadent ant put my teeth through my upper lip. That put an end o my trumpet playing.
ReplyDeleteYou don't know how many days I been put'n housework off till tomorrow.
DeleteI knowed a trumpet player one time. He had big lips.
According to a fiddle player I knew back in Houston, the way to tell a violin from a fiddle is easy. A violin is carried in a nice case. A fiddle is carried in a paper sack.
ReplyDeleteYeah Barney, I heard that before. I don't mind listen to a violin sometimes,but I could listen to a fiddle all day long....cajun ya know.
DeleteYou know how to change one out to a Fiddle.. Violins have a curved bridge and each sting is played on an angle so just take the bridge out and make it flat get new string and download some fiddle music with notes displayed on it and go at....
DeleteI know the best fiddle player in Ohio... maybe the whole tri-state area... maybe more. Thing about him is is can play bluegrass or hoe down... or just as easy play for a whole herd of blue-hair ladies that have "culture". (nevermine).... I'm reading you every day, but, darn, you make me sad at times.
ReplyDeleteDang, sorry I make ya sad sometimes.
DeleteDid I miss something? I thought you did the dishes yesterday!
ReplyDeleteDarn, I must still be sick or I can't read anymore :-(
No MsB, ya didn't miss a thing. I even ended up put'n them clean dishes where they supposed to go.....yesterday. All them clean forks I got now, I won't have to do dishes for a couple weeks.
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