Monday, November 23, 2009

Oh Crap...pain

Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob??

Woke up at 2am with these pains and ain't been back asleep since. Remember what I was tell'n ya bout pain what ain't sposed to be there? I ain't no spring chicken ya know, so when I have something like this pop up, I get's concerned/skeered.

I may not get out of here as predicted since I still have some stuff to do. Stuff that can only be done on a work week day. Pay a couple bills. But if'n ya look at it from an old retired farts viewpoint, it don't really matter.

Let me tell ya bout Walmart. I think Walmart is fall'n apart, management wise. I were in a hurry last night to replace my broke water jug and pick up a few other items. Well, there were no carts. They was all in da park'n lot. I spied one with a couple items in it and while the lady was off look'n at stuff, I snatched her cart. I know..... it's not the right thing to do, but old Billy Bob were in a rush. Had it happen to me many time. Now I'm even. Got all my stuff and headed to the front of the store. Grrrrrr.....only 2 lines open, both with a qazillion people waiting patiently. In the rush, the freak'n checker lady lost one my bags....it's her responsibility to spin the bag thingy and make sure the customer get ALL their bags. She had an attitude to start with. You would think they would be proud to be work'n at Walmart. But no, all they want to do is run ya through like a herd of cows and head for the break room and stuff their face with twinkies.

Anyhows, I don't feel good this morning. The above pains are in my chest. They either from work'n too hard, swing'n a golf ball swak'n stick too hard or I gonna die. But then again, it could be from all the excitement of go'n to "da slabs".
Boy howdy, look at the weather map and it gonna be just like summer in southern Ca. Day time temps in the upper 70's with lows in the upper 50's. Compared to Deming....highs in the low to mid 60's and lows in the upper 20's to low 30's. And a brand spank'n new cold front due here tomorrow.

Ok...7am. Gots stuff to do. Will make one more post before I pull out.

8:30am....everything right back on schedule just like I was plan'n, all them chest pains are off look'n for another place to pop up, but I ain't gonna leave till bout 10am. Still a little nippy out there. And I gots to eat something fore I take off. Damn, I hate to eat all the time. Seems a complete waste of time. How bout a big ol' fried balony and egg sandwich??? Sounds good to me.

Ok...gonna tear down my satellite dish. Catch ya somewhere's down the road.
"On the road again" (Wally)


  1. Don't ya just hate it when you plan gits all fouled UP?

    You know your body and aches and pains better than anybody, so you know what you can and can't do.

    All I can say is, if you do pull out today,, safe trip. But that Slabs ain't going no where, they be there when you git there.

  2. BBob, take care of yourself and quit over doing it.

    Ben i T, funny... that's about the same thing my uncle told me about getting back to my land when I said my knees were giving me hell. "The land will be waiting on you when you get there." Sounds like something a Tibetan Monk would come up with, but so true.

  3. I like those bologna and bologna and egg sandwiches.