On a roll...snake eyes

People that have never been to Port Aransas in it's better years don't understand "Grrrrrrr....Port Aransas sucks". Sorry I made that statement, but I was there. I lived there. I worked there. I fished there. I drinked a few beers there. I danced to country music there. I played poker. We knew our neighbors by first name. We didn't lock our doors. Fish poles could be left outside overnight an' still be there the next morning. We helped each other. That was the better years of Port Aransas. It's not like that no more.

Boy howdy, it were cold last night. I waked up early, look at the thermometer thingy an' it was 42 degs out there. I'm think'n this "global warm'n" thing is a bust. But then ya know how the government likes to scare ya into think'n the world will end if'n ya don't do what they say. "That's all I have to say bout that".....Gump.

I'm still at a point where I don't know what I'm gonna do. I got me this big ol' motorhome what can go anywheres any time I want. I got a "that jeep" what runs pretty good half the time. I got me a dawg what loves to travel. So, what's miss'n? I ain't like'n this idea of not go'n nowheres any better than the rest of ya. I'm depressed with the weather, ain't got no desire no more, don't wanna do nuttin....an' I'm get'n a bit on the lazy side. Kind of makes me wonder if'n my travel'n days over. Am I just gonna sit here in nephew Joseph's yard an' shrivel up an' die? Come on "mama nature" (good weather)....help me out here.

Ain't no sense in me tell'n ya bout what I did yesterday, 'cause it sure as hell ain't nuttin excit'n. Just normal every day "sit on my ass" activity. I'm get'n old ya know, so I got me a good excuse. My health ain't get'n no better, so I rekon that's another good excuse. This ain't no way to live an' I ain't like'n it one bit.

I learn't many years ago that if'n ya ain't excited bout something, make up a excuse to not do it. You know....like wimmins an' headaches. I used to tell my young'uns...."don't be giv'n me no excuses, just git it done". Now here I am down the road a piece mak'n excuses. Bet ya a dollar some doctor got a pill for that. Maybe Dr Phil could straighten me out. He's good at tell'n other people how to live their lives.....Grrrrrr, Dr Phil sucks.

Boy howdy I'm on a roll today. Think I better just shut the hell up an' go do something.

Hows bouts do'n something with "this" mess???

 

 If'n ya cain't tell by now, that's the back of "that jeep". Quite a mess if'n I do say so myself. An' my fish poles is under all that stuff.
 Laters.