Friday, September 22, 2006
Slowly I turned...
..step by step, inch by inch, day by day...
Younguns', if ya gotta get bunged up, do it when you're young. Damn crap takes a shit-load longer to kinda heal when it's compounded with all the years of being a dumb youngun and all the other loose, broken, wore-out parts that come with time. Grumble.
Two steps foward, one step back. Two steps foward. FIVE steps back. Stuff needs doin'. Trust me, breaking ahead of the needful time to heal will slow stuff down miserably. Been there before a bag of years ago and I did not forget. It is just that things need doin'. Grumble.
'nuff. Nothing gets better if you bitch about it!
A jaybird will yell and warn other animals if there is a predator around.
Wonderful old tale. It was probably old when Arg told Ug (my uber-uncles) told their version after a close encounter of the cave bear variety! Application and post here is mostly due to eluding the fella with the knife on a stick a few more days. The dual March disaster has been somewhat compounded by the difficulty of drawing air for the last couple of months. What has me more than moderately perturbed has been my inability to continue with the possibly best bit of business that has come my way in a bag of years. God knows I'm perched on the financial abyss. Reserve a GE fridge box under the overpass for me. I may need it. Got my own flea-filled blanket and tin cup.
Younguns', if ya gotta get bunged up, do it when you're young. Damn crap takes a shit-load longer to kinda heal when it's compounded with all the years of being a dumb youngun and all the other loose, broken, wore-out parts that come with time. Grumble.
Two steps foward, one step back. Two steps foward. FIVE steps back. Stuff needs doin'. Trust me, breaking ahead of the needful time to heal will slow stuff down miserably. Been there before a bag of years ago and I did not forget. It is just that things need doin'. Grumble.
'nuff. Nothing gets better if you bitch about it!
A jaybird will yell and warn other animals if there is a predator around.
There was a jay up on a mesquite with a jackrabbit sleeping in the shade. The jay spotted a coyote stalking the jackrabbit and yelled a warning. The coyote sprang and the jackrabbit ran, scooting past the mesquite and hooking left with the coyote after it.
The jay felt a little guilty about not having spotted the coyote sooner so he shouted to the jackrabbit "you OK? You gonna make it?"
The jackrabbit replied "I'll make it!"
The jackrabbit and the coyote went around the mesquite eight or ten times and it seemed the coyote was gaining at every pass. The jay got seriously worried and shouted " Rabbit how do you know you'r gonna make it?" The jackrabbit called back, "Hell, I've got to make it!"
Wonderful old tale. It was probably old when Arg told Ug (my uber-uncles) told their version after a close encounter of the cave bear variety! Application and post here is mostly due to eluding the fella with the knife on a stick a few more days. The dual March disaster has been somewhat compounded by the difficulty of drawing air for the last couple of months. What has me more than moderately perturbed has been my inability to continue with the possibly best bit of business that has come my way in a bag of years. God knows I'm perched on the financial abyss. Reserve a GE fridge box under the overpass for me. I may need it. Got my own flea-filled blanket and tin cup.
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Good to hear you are still among the living. But don't worry about finances..the donks will win the elections and put a chicken in every pot..if they don't tax away the pot
So you must be ready for a laugh!
Here's a story about my dumbass brother!!
My brother was down in Lakeland hunting parts in a junkyard with one of his friends...way back in the back they found this sinkhole. It was really deep and dark.
My dumbass brother and his friend started throwing junk into it! First they threw in a carburetor from a 57 Chevy. They peaked over the side and didn't even hear a splash! Then they threw in an old Edsel radiator! Still no splash!
Finally, they found this great big old Suburban engine block and they both picked it up and heaved it over the side of the sinkhole!
Both of those idiots stood on the side of the sinkhole peaking over to hear the splash!
Suddenly a great big old billy goat that was in the junkyard appeared out of nowhere and with his nostrils flaring and his head down he came charging toward them! They jumped away from the sinkhole at the very last minute and the billygoat went right into the sinkhole!! Too bad!
Anyway, they both began to feel read bad and they went and found the owner of the sinkhole and told him about the billy goat charging them and jumping out of the way at the last minute and the sad demise of the old billygoat!
The owner said to them, "Oh that couldn't have been my billygoat. My billygoat was tethered to an old Suburban engine block!"
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Here's a story about my dumbass brother!!
My brother was down in Lakeland hunting parts in a junkyard with one of his friends...way back in the back they found this sinkhole. It was really deep and dark.
My dumbass brother and his friend started throwing junk into it! First they threw in a carburetor from a 57 Chevy. They peaked over the side and didn't even hear a splash! Then they threw in an old Edsel radiator! Still no splash!
Finally, they found this great big old Suburban engine block and they both picked it up and heaved it over the side of the sinkhole!
Both of those idiots stood on the side of the sinkhole peaking over to hear the splash!
Suddenly a great big old billy goat that was in the junkyard appeared out of nowhere and with his nostrils flaring and his head down he came charging toward them! They jumped away from the sinkhole at the very last minute and the billygoat went right into the sinkhole!! Too bad!
Anyway, they both began to feel read bad and they went and found the owner of the sinkhole and told him about the billy goat charging them and jumping out of the way at the last minute and the sad demise of the old billygoat!
The owner said to them, "Oh that couldn't have been my billygoat. My billygoat was tethered to an old Suburban engine block!"
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