Usually when I sit down to write something, I have no idea where I'm go'n. That's true again this morn'n.
I hate to go into details on clean'n my floor, but that sucker is done. But it like to kill me do'n it. Ya see, I had to get down on hands an' knees to warsh it with a rag. PS....I got a mop, but that POS Walmart special is so cheap it's totally useless. Dumpster time for that sucker.
Get up an' down bout a hunnert times to rinse the rag. The old Billy Bob ain't worth a crap get'n up an' down. I got to have something to hang on to while I attempt to get to the raised position. Get'n down ain't no problem. But anyhows.......I got me a clean floor. "Sadie Mae, wipe yer damn feet".
Now let me tell ya bout what warsh'n a big ol' floor can do to a bad back. It make it much much worse. I lay in my bed last night hurt'n like a sum-a gun. Pump my bed up an' down try'n for a comfortable position.....there weren't none. This morn'n I'm all bended over an' say'n every few minutes...."damn that hurts".Aspirin, double down, take two.
Ok, it's freak'n cold outside (54 degs @12:00 noon). How comes? I was think'n this front was gonna last only one day. Yesterday. Not that I had anything I wanted to tackle outside, but damn, this is spring time. Sit outside time, in the sunshine sip'n up a cup an' think'n. Boy howdy, can hardly wait.
Some time this week I got to make a trip to the big city of Port Aransas. Mail to pick up an' buy me up some more of them "little cigar" smokes. At $13 a carton, smok'n is cheap. Sure do wish I could put the damn things in a dumpster an' not smoke no more. The electronic cigarettes ain't been help'n much lately. Got one lay'n right next to my pak of smokes. I was tole one time that if'n I was to quit smok'n, I would breath better. Boy howdy, I sure could use some better breath'n.....that's for sure.
Now what were we talk'n bout the other day? Oh yeah, a trip to Georgia. I ain't really too excitis bout it, but that's only 'cause of the doctors an' stuff. I just flat out don't like doctors. But.....I'm in a have to position....gotta do something with this back problem. The other stuff I think I can live with. That is if'n I change my ways. Ha.....Billy Bob change his ways??? Now that's funny.....ain't never gonna happen. What's the old say'n? "I am what I am an' I do what I do".
I don't know if'n I mentioned it or not, but when I am in Douglasville, Ga., I will be only bout 200 miles from where the OFM Barney gonna spend the summer. If'n ya don't know yet, me an' Barney play golf together when ever we can. There's golf ball swak'n places at both locations.....an' only 200 miles apart. Light out in the morn'n an' be there that afternoon.....in either direction. Boy howdy, I can hardly wait.
Son Robert says he will be home most the summer....work'n close to home. He mentioned camp'n an' fish'n up in the mountains. It's been a while since I hook into a big ol' rainbow trout. An' them suckers are some good eat'n if'n ya fix 'em right. Cast iron skillet, open fire, some salt an' pepper an' a slab of butter. Yum boy howdy. I can taste 'em now. Then he mentioned a "daddy an' son" golf'n tournament. I'm think'n, when my son turns 50, I'll grant him a win for his birthday. Until then, he's out of luck. But I will give him some pointers on this trip. Hee hee....cain't wait to see his comment.
Ok, my mind has turned blank. Ain't got nuttin more to talk bout today.
I hate to go into details on clean'n my floor, but that sucker is done. But it like to kill me do'n it. Ya see, I had to get down on hands an' knees to warsh it with a rag. PS....I got a mop, but that POS Walmart special is so cheap it's totally useless. Dumpster time for that sucker.
Get up an' down bout a hunnert times to rinse the rag. The old Billy Bob ain't worth a crap get'n up an' down. I got to have something to hang on to while I attempt to get to the raised position. Get'n down ain't no problem. But anyhows.......I got me a clean floor. "Sadie Mae, wipe yer damn feet".
Now let me tell ya bout what warsh'n a big ol' floor can do to a bad back. It make it much much worse. I lay in my bed last night hurt'n like a sum-a gun. Pump my bed up an' down try'n for a comfortable position.....there weren't none. This morn'n I'm all bended over an' say'n every few minutes...."damn that hurts".Aspirin, double down, take two.
Ok, it's freak'n cold outside (54 degs @12:00 noon). How comes? I was think'n this front was gonna last only one day. Yesterday. Not that I had anything I wanted to tackle outside, but damn, this is spring time. Sit outside time, in the sunshine sip'n up a cup an' think'n. Boy howdy, can hardly wait.
Some time this week I got to make a trip to the big city of Port Aransas. Mail to pick up an' buy me up some more of them "little cigar" smokes. At $13 a carton, smok'n is cheap. Sure do wish I could put the damn things in a dumpster an' not smoke no more. The electronic cigarettes ain't been help'n much lately. Got one lay'n right next to my pak of smokes. I was tole one time that if'n I was to quit smok'n, I would breath better. Boy howdy, I sure could use some better breath'n.....that's for sure.
Now what were we talk'n bout the other day? Oh yeah, a trip to Georgia. I ain't really too excitis bout it, but that's only 'cause of the doctors an' stuff. I just flat out don't like doctors. But.....I'm in a have to position....gotta do something with this back problem. The other stuff I think I can live with. That is if'n I change my ways. Ha.....Billy Bob change his ways??? Now that's funny.....ain't never gonna happen. What's the old say'n? "I am what I am an' I do what I do".
I don't know if'n I mentioned it or not, but when I am in Douglasville, Ga., I will be only bout 200 miles from where the OFM Barney gonna spend the summer. If'n ya don't know yet, me an' Barney play golf together when ever we can. There's golf ball swak'n places at both locations.....an' only 200 miles apart. Light out in the morn'n an' be there that afternoon.....in either direction. Boy howdy, I can hardly wait.
Son Robert says he will be home most the summer....work'n close to home. He mentioned camp'n an' fish'n up in the mountains. It's been a while since I hook into a big ol' rainbow trout. An' them suckers are some good eat'n if'n ya fix 'em right. Cast iron skillet, open fire, some salt an' pepper an' a slab of butter. Yum boy howdy. I can taste 'em now. Then he mentioned a "daddy an' son" golf'n tournament. I'm think'n, when my son turns 50, I'll grant him a win for his birthday. Until then, he's out of luck. But I will give him some pointers on this trip. Hee hee....cain't wait to see his comment.
Ok, my mind has turned blank. Ain't got nuttin more to talk bout today.
That hands and knees business doesn't get any easier. Well, like you said, it's the getting up part that's the worst. And then the pain in the knees for a while afterwards.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty lucky in the knees hurt'n afterwords. Although I expect some time down the road, my knees will be next.
DeleteThe floor is just too hard for my knees, so I use a Swiffer which doesn't really clean all that well but I just look the other way. Get yourself a new mop, Billy Bob, and stay off the floor! I think a change of scenery will be good, but then there are the doctors . . .
ReplyDeleteI have a Swiffer. Think I paid like $15 dollars for the POS thing. Then the pads for it are expensive too. If I had used it yesterday I would have finished in 15 minutes, but still have a dirty floor.
DeleteI was think'n bout a new mop.....but, not only are they too big for storage in a motorhome, ya got to clean 'em out every 5 minutes....an' that takes a hour or so. For a clean floor, I'll stick to a "hands an' knees" rag.
I like the idea of a change of scenery....visit with kids an' grankids.
Osteoarthritis here, both knees and spine. I couldn't live without my Hoover Floormate. I discovered them in 2000, have gone through two of them and on the third. No down on knees stuff, it's just like using a vacuum but it really cleans. When I used a mop I always felt like after the first swish when you rinse from thereafter you're putting dirty water back on the floor. Love my Floormate.! So does my body.
DeleteThe change of scenery will do ya a world og good, and fishin in the mountains be good for you too.
ReplyDeleteYou soon be on your way.
Have you ever used soda for cleaning? It's a whiz. I'm near to making a 5 gal. batch of laundry liquid with soda and borax. How about using a bucket when you are on your knees moping. I used to love moping that way, knowing it was A-1 perfect. Old age sucks! worse by the day; I know I've said this a hundred times and intend to keep on saying it for it is a hard Truth.
ReplyDeleteNow when you go to Georgia, you might as well come on up this way while you're at it. Not that far!here are unbelievable whopper rainbow in one place I know about. Well, I guess they were rainbow. Shucks, I got this creek a hop and skip behind my place. Stocked w/trout right soon. I have a brother that'd rather fish than sleep - rock fish probably running here now. They are huge and delicious. Damn, past memory of doing all the exciting things I used to do just makes me say "Old Age Sucks! lol
Your read much? Lee Child's books are GOOD. John Sandford is another good un. My son in law never read for pleasure, never yet last December his wife brought 2 books home, hoping to entice him, as he is in pitiful physical condition. Well, let me tell you, that man read 27 books in one Month ...all of Childs ....so I was tempted and yep, they are action packed. I sort of bet you would like his style - Major Jack Reacher , MP with Army, is the main character in all.
Sorry for my longwindedness. Told you I can't blog so this suffices. Blasted Google Blogger; this time it 'ain't' the operator's fault. Goodnight, I'm off to see the Sandman.
Love those books too.
DeleteSorry Billy Bob I am using your blog to let Sissy know that blogger deleted my blog. So I am lost. Love Lee Child ( new one out in September) and love John Sandford as well, have read all books from both authors.
DeleteBilly Bob - For a day with nuthin to say, you done good. Sounds like plans are coming along, at least in your head. Like me, seems you have to talk to yourself about it awhile before it gets done. Anyway, the time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things...like a trip to Ga, seeing the docs, and improving the golf ball swackin, pain-free. Just don't expect any good tex-mex cooking that way. You may have to settle for dry-rub yukky bar-b-q, or do it yourself. Haven't heard anything lately about your Wal-Mart bar-b-q thingy, although I do remember some delicious-lookin' pictures...
ReplyDeleteI was impressed by what happens to your body as soon as you quit smoking,, look it up. Within an hour, there are changes. I sure wouldn't be here now if i hadn't. It's been 6 or 7 years now.
ReplyDeleteGoing TO GA is one thing, but what about leaving later? Just a thot.