Ok, I got that other eye finally opened. "Shit, I cain't see a thing".
That's how bad a night I had last night. Yeah I had me one them backwards leg cramps. That costed me bout a hour of sleep. Then I had to get up somewheres bout 4am an' go puke my guts clean out. Then Sadie Mae start danc'n round on the bed to wake me up. She had to go outside. Then at 6am, I'm bout to pee the bed. I sleeped till almost 10am.
Boy howdy, when I was talk'n bout los'n my mind, I weren't lie'n. Ya see, yesterday I was talk'n bout my dog Boudreaux....an' that damn rich guy. I mentioned Boudreaux bout three or four times. Then I posted a picture of Lug Nut. Lug Nut is not Boudreaux. Simple as that.
This is Boudreaux.......an' he weren't no mongrel.
Me an' Boudreaux used to go gold prospect'n together. On one occasion I was dig'n dirt in the side a little hill. Boudreaux was scop'n out the surroundings. Out from under a bush runs this little rabbit. I'm talk'n little...it was a toddler. Not even in the first grade yet. Boudreaux lit out lickity split after that rabbit. Gonna probly eat him up. Round an' round they go....I'm holler'n for Boudreaux to stop. In the process, I'm climb'n off that hill to go rescue that little rabbit puppy. I sprain my freak'n ankle. Sprains it pretty darn good too. I did finally rescue the rabbit an' scolded Boudreaux with some choice "sailor" words......while I was on the ground hold'n an' rub'n my ankle with tears in my eyes.
Another time we was "digg'n dirt" in Gohler Canyun. I weren't find'n nuttin, not even the first little piece of gold. In the mean time, Boudreaux is dig'n under a bush in a attempt to catch a lizard....or something like that. Who knows why dogs dig under bushes? There's a big ol' pile of fresh dug dirt behind Boudreaux. I says "what the hell" an' load some up into my my trusty gold prospect'n pan. I pan it out an' I want you lookie here.....gold. Now there's a standing law....you can not dig under or move a growing plant in an attempt to get rich. We left the area with bout $.35 (cents) worth of gold.
Ok, so I didn't make no comments on the comments yesterday. Ya see, I was rather busy an' didn't turn the computer on. An attempt was made to wash some winders. I started with the front winders....an' everbody knows how hard it is to wash motorhome front winders. Them suckers are BIG....huge pieces of glass an' are hard to get at. Climb'n up over the steer'n wheel an' across the dashboard, I was in a poor position. My back says...."git the hell down NOW". So's I go eat me up a cold hot dog an' sit down with a fresh cup on sip'n coffee an' the flip-it. Television sucks ya know. Naps are good.
MsB mentioned I need to go get my back checked out. I think I had mentioned that in the post that I'm not impressed with Corpus Christi back doctors. I had called a few in the area and they all wanted me to fill out a hunnert forms, pay an' enormous "doctor visit" fee an' take x-rays before I could ask a doctor the first question. In other words, no free consultation. Granted I have adequate insurance to cover repairs, but I'm more concerned if'n I get me a "quack" doctor or not. Be kind of like take'n your car to a backyard mechanic to get a tire fixed....an' he pulls the engine.
I could make this paragraph long, but I'll just say that yesterday I got my auto insurance took care of an' I got my debit/credit card activated. But it wasn't all that easy.
I don't remember if'n I mentioned my phone or not. It's bout 8 years old an' been giv'n me problems. Sometimes it rings an' sometimes it don't. Sometimes the simm card don't work. When I push buttons, it will put 4 or five of that number on the screen. In otherwords, it's a wored out POS. I put the simm card in my other phone....what I don't like, an' that sucker works. But....only half my contacts list is on it. And the damn thing ain't got no "ring ring" ring tone. Now I need to take both of 'em to T-mobile and have all my contacts put on the simm card....not in phone memory. Think'n T-mobile will con me into buy'n a new phone with all them fangled new stuff on it. All I want is a work'n phone....nuttin else.
Think'n today is a good day for a trip to Walmart. There is some stuff I absolutely need.....soup make'ns. Maybe get my drug prescriptions refilled????
By the way, it's 71 degs outside. The door is wide open. Goat come to visit a couple times. This is a good day.
Dang, 10 minutes of editing. I'm leav'n it as is.
That's how bad a night I had last night. Yeah I had me one them backwards leg cramps. That costed me bout a hour of sleep. Then I had to get up somewheres bout 4am an' go puke my guts clean out. Then Sadie Mae start danc'n round on the bed to wake me up. She had to go outside. Then at 6am, I'm bout to pee the bed. I sleeped till almost 10am.
Boy howdy, when I was talk'n bout los'n my mind, I weren't lie'n. Ya see, yesterday I was talk'n bout my dog Boudreaux....an' that damn rich guy. I mentioned Boudreaux bout three or four times. Then I posted a picture of Lug Nut. Lug Nut is not Boudreaux. Simple as that.
Me an' Boudreaux used to go gold prospect'n together. On one occasion I was dig'n dirt in the side a little hill. Boudreaux was scop'n out the surroundings. Out from under a bush runs this little rabbit. I'm talk'n little...it was a toddler. Not even in the first grade yet. Boudreaux lit out lickity split after that rabbit. Gonna probly eat him up. Round an' round they go....I'm holler'n for Boudreaux to stop. In the process, I'm climb'n off that hill to go rescue that little rabbit puppy. I sprain my freak'n ankle. Sprains it pretty darn good too. I did finally rescue the rabbit an' scolded Boudreaux with some choice "sailor" words......while I was on the ground hold'n an' rub'n my ankle with tears in my eyes.
Another time we was "digg'n dirt" in Gohler Canyun. I weren't find'n nuttin, not even the first little piece of gold. In the mean time, Boudreaux is dig'n under a bush in a attempt to catch a lizard....or something like that. Who knows why dogs dig under bushes? There's a big ol' pile of fresh dug dirt behind Boudreaux. I says "what the hell" an' load some up into my my trusty gold prospect'n pan. I pan it out an' I want you lookie here.....gold. Now there's a standing law....you can not dig under or move a growing plant in an attempt to get rich. We left the area with bout $.35 (cents) worth of gold.
Ok, so I didn't make no comments on the comments yesterday. Ya see, I was rather busy an' didn't turn the computer on. An attempt was made to wash some winders. I started with the front winders....an' everbody knows how hard it is to wash motorhome front winders. Them suckers are BIG....huge pieces of glass an' are hard to get at. Climb'n up over the steer'n wheel an' across the dashboard, I was in a poor position. My back says...."git the hell down NOW". So's I go eat me up a cold hot dog an' sit down with a fresh cup on sip'n coffee an' the flip-it. Television sucks ya know. Naps are good.
MsB mentioned I need to go get my back checked out. I think I had mentioned that in the post that I'm not impressed with Corpus Christi back doctors. I had called a few in the area and they all wanted me to fill out a hunnert forms, pay an' enormous "doctor visit" fee an' take x-rays before I could ask a doctor the first question. In other words, no free consultation. Granted I have adequate insurance to cover repairs, but I'm more concerned if'n I get me a "quack" doctor or not. Be kind of like take'n your car to a backyard mechanic to get a tire fixed....an' he pulls the engine.
I could make this paragraph long, but I'll just say that yesterday I got my auto insurance took care of an' I got my debit/credit card activated. But it wasn't all that easy.
I don't remember if'n I mentioned my phone or not. It's bout 8 years old an' been giv'n me problems. Sometimes it rings an' sometimes it don't. Sometimes the simm card don't work. When I push buttons, it will put 4 or five of that number on the screen. In otherwords, it's a wored out POS. I put the simm card in my other phone....what I don't like, an' that sucker works. But....only half my contacts list is on it. And the damn thing ain't got no "ring ring" ring tone. Now I need to take both of 'em to T-mobile and have all my contacts put on the simm card....not in phone memory. Think'n T-mobile will con me into buy'n a new phone with all them fangled new stuff on it. All I want is a work'n phone....nuttin else.
Think'n today is a good day for a trip to Walmart. There is some stuff I absolutely need.....soup make'ns. Maybe get my drug prescriptions refilled????
By the way, it's 71 degs outside. The door is wide open. Goat come to visit a couple times. This is a good day.
Dang, 10 minutes of editing. I'm leav'n it as is.
It's 63 degrees here, the sun is shining and the door is open, Good enough for me! Have fun at Walmart...
ReplyDeleteI don't have fun at Walmart like I used to do. I get pissed an' cuss a few times before I check out.
DeleteThat always sounded like the fun part!
DeleteI just got a new phone, and i don't like it. It does have the slide out keyboard, but, the buttons show, and are constantly getting hit. Can't carry in my pocket. My old one had just about quit charging.
ReplyDeleteI find that new phones ain't designed for us old folk. They got all kind of stuff we care nuttin about. $$$$$$$$$$$$$ is involved.
DeleteI just love my jitterbug phone. It is probably the only cell phone that still has a dial tone. I don't text on it or use the camera, although I could if I wanted to. I use email for textin' and a regular camera for picture takin'.
ReplyDeleteYou already have more on your phone than I would want. All I want in a phone is that if'n it rings, I can pick it up an' say "howdy".....not push a hunnert buttons to answer.
Deletephones, like everything else get better and are great space savers. I had a scanner that was 5 times bigger then my laptop, I bought a smaller one, anout half the size of my laptop, then I found out I could get one on my phone, you know the size of a phone. I keep a shopping list on my laptop but bringing it in the store on my power chair wasn't practical but the phone was no problem, my shopping list is synced to my phone so no problem with the touch keyboard. If I get lost, my phone will show exactly where I am on the map. I have hearing loss, my phone will answer and voice goes directly to my hearing aids. I used to text with my laptop but people with phones only got prat of the message because it wouldn't fit in one message on their phone.My speech is very slurred and people have a problem understanding me so to phones have very little as voice communication, everything else gets a lot more use, It reminds me of all my appointments, when to take medicine, when to turn off the furnace before going to bed and any other task I need to be reminded about.
ReplyDeleteI suppose not everybody wants to keep up with technology, some people still use horse and carriage and I don't begrudge them but seems if nothing else AC on a hot day would be nice.
Far as I'm concerned the smarter the device the less I need to know or remember.
Mickey
I like your take on technology get'n better.....but, technology has pass me slap up. I don't want all that stuff I ain't never gonna learn an' don't need. Any shop'n list is wrote down on a piece of paper, not a computer. I mark 'em off with a simple pencil when they end up in my shop'n cart. I use a phone as a phone an' nuttin else. An' I hate talk'n on a phone.
DeleteIn your case Mickey, I can see why your have a phone what does every thing.
Thank you for understanding. Paper and pencil are out of the question for me, lke my speech I can't read my scribbling.
DeletePhone does a lot better then most people understanding me though, and some of the text conversions it does are hilarious. It seems to stay away from vulgar and that's fine.
To me paper pencil and horses are like walking, can't do that anymore either.
Mickey