Well shoot, it looks like I done blowed another week...it's Saturday. An' I didn't even know it until cartoons come on on the TV this morn'n. This is the first sign of a "professional" retired old fart. There ain't many retirees that have hit this point in their lives where it don't matter what day it is. They are on a schedule an' if'n you live by schedule, you know what day it is days before it gets here. Try to figger that out.
Say what? Am' I gonna give up on golf ball swak'n? As long as I can pull that golf cart right up to my golf'n ball, I have no plans to quit. Now I ain't say'n that there won't be "the day" that I will have to quit, but it ain't today. Shoot, I still got me a "hole in one" I got to make yet. An' then there's the "holy grail" of golf for old folks, to break 80. Ha, I ain't quite make it yet. In fact, there ain't very many players that ever break 80. I come pretty close one time with a 80, but that damn last hole eat my lunch slap up with 6 strokes (double bogie).
Man boy howdy, I sure am hav'n me a rough time try'n to figger out this years travels. If'n I could just get myself a little bit excitis bout a trip, I would jump on it in a minute. At this point, I got a trip to the Austin Texas area to visit a couple my kids an' grandkids. Am I excitis? Well hell no, not really. Then there's the trip back to Georgia. I ain't all that excitis bout that trip neither. This stress is kill'n me.
Speak'n of the trip to Georgia, I'm think'n bout get'n them dad gum nerves killed. I mean, like what could possibly go wrong? I got me a ton of insurance, so it ain't gonna cost me nuttin. An' there's a good possibility I may be pain free for a while. Shoot, that would be some kind of cool even if it don't last very long.
"Sally da house" needs a bath. I was sit'n outside yesterday an' I look at all the dirt an' crud stuck to her sides....something gotta be done. Damn, it gonna take me a week to warsh "da house". Warsh 5 minutes, sit down 10. Warsh 5 minutes, sit down 10.....yup, that's right at a week. Think'n maybe Frank could use some extra change $$$$$ in his pocket. "Frank, come here a sec, I got a proposition to make with ya". We'll see how that pans out.
Ok, I done figger out I ain't a cook no more. Too much stuff is get'n screwed up. Last night I grill me up half a pizza. I screw that up. This pot of chili ain't so good. The gumbo weren't all that good. A while back, I screwed up a pot of pork stew.....Sadie Mae an' the cats loved it. Nuttin tastes right. That leaves me with 3 choices, eat out, eat out of a can or eat not so good cook'n. Dang, old age is begin'n to suck.
"Ha HA Billy Bob, where you been the last 5 years"????
This is it. I ain't got a thing to write about. I'm go'n outside an' sit in the beautiful sunshine....do some think'n.
Say what? Am' I gonna give up on golf ball swak'n? As long as I can pull that golf cart right up to my golf'n ball, I have no plans to quit. Now I ain't say'n that there won't be "the day" that I will have to quit, but it ain't today. Shoot, I still got me a "hole in one" I got to make yet. An' then there's the "holy grail" of golf for old folks, to break 80. Ha, I ain't quite make it yet. In fact, there ain't very many players that ever break 80. I come pretty close one time with a 80, but that damn last hole eat my lunch slap up with 6 strokes (double bogie).
Man boy howdy, I sure am hav'n me a rough time try'n to figger out this years travels. If'n I could just get myself a little bit excitis bout a trip, I would jump on it in a minute. At this point, I got a trip to the Austin Texas area to visit a couple my kids an' grandkids. Am I excitis? Well hell no, not really. Then there's the trip back to Georgia. I ain't all that excitis bout that trip neither. This stress is kill'n me.
Speak'n of the trip to Georgia, I'm think'n bout get'n them dad gum nerves killed. I mean, like what could possibly go wrong? I got me a ton of insurance, so it ain't gonna cost me nuttin. An' there's a good possibility I may be pain free for a while. Shoot, that would be some kind of cool even if it don't last very long.
"Sally da house" needs a bath. I was sit'n outside yesterday an' I look at all the dirt an' crud stuck to her sides....something gotta be done. Damn, it gonna take me a week to warsh "da house". Warsh 5 minutes, sit down 10. Warsh 5 minutes, sit down 10.....yup, that's right at a week. Think'n maybe Frank could use some extra change $$$$$ in his pocket. "Frank, come here a sec, I got a proposition to make with ya". We'll see how that pans out.
Ok, I done figger out I ain't a cook no more. Too much stuff is get'n screwed up. Last night I grill me up half a pizza. I screw that up. This pot of chili ain't so good. The gumbo weren't all that good. A while back, I screwed up a pot of pork stew.....Sadie Mae an' the cats loved it. Nuttin tastes right. That leaves me with 3 choices, eat out, eat out of a can or eat not so good cook'n. Dang, old age is begin'n to suck.
"Ha HA Billy Bob, where you been the last 5 years"????
This is it. I ain't got a thing to write about. I'm go'n outside an' sit in the beautiful sunshine....do some think'n.
Don't blame your cooking - maybe things just taste different to you now and maybe you can compensate by adjusting the seasonings & ingredients. That's it, modifications! I know you can do modifications on anything.
ReplyDeleteNow that you've given the nerve killin' idea time to sink in, maybe it would be a good idea to revive it now. If it doesn't last forever, then you can just be thankful for the pain-free time you get. At least you have the option.
I usually have to look on my computer to see what day of the week it is. And damn, it's almost always Friday, and that means another week nearly gone by and what have I accomplished.
I don't got no idea why it is Gypsy, but I pay close attention to everthing you say. Ha Ha...respect for our elders, yeah, that what it is. Anyhows, I got to think'n bout what stuff tastes like an' yup, it's changed. The old taste bugs is just slap wore out.
ReplyDeleteI would have had the nerve murder last year, but it got too late in the year....winter. Ain't no way I'm gonna be stuck in Georgia an' shovel snow an' chip ice off my winders.
I am always asking my wife what day of the week it is and sometimes what month and what year. Your right, getting old sucks.
ReplyDeleteGetting older is much better than not getting older.
ReplyDeleteYou've got that right, Barney!
DeleteI have to agree! Getting older does affect your taste and getting older does certainly beat the alternative, I reckon!
ReplyDeleteHell, any day above the ground is worth celebrating!
That stuff called Rain-X for windshields or any glass will keep ice or fog from sticking to it. The holy grail for any golfer is to shoot their age!
ReplyDeleteI still enjoy the fact that I can get up every morning, as long as I am upright and breathing, and at least bearable pain all is good.
ReplyDeleteIf I get up and nothing hurts then I know I am not getting older anymore.
DeleteMy meds change my taste buds. Not to the good either,,lol.
ReplyDeleteI say you plop a gob of that gumbo and a gob of that chili in the middle of the pizza.. roll it up... bake it.. you got yourself a Billy Bob Burrito!
ReplyDeleteKarenInTheWoods and Steveio
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