Yep glad it's over after today.

 

Mornin', PoZerz.....I miss all the good stuff when I sleep late.

 

Now you and a buddie can mow together...
Who's ridin bitch though?


http://littlerock.craigslist.org/mcy/4549419211.html

 

If George Jones had a had one he may not have been able to be arrested. I need one of those so Buster can ride with me.

 

I was mostly raised by my Grandpa and Grandma. They grew up and got married on a little farm during the depression and used to tell me a lot of interesting stuff. Fer example one of the first things I remember Grandma teaching me was to always look on the other side of a log for snakes before you step over it (and I still do when I'm hunting) and how and where to hide if Indians showed up, which was evidently a concern when she was raised. The farm is still there. Sometimes I think about buying it back. One of my cousins owns it and once showed me the bedroom window where they had a "shivaree" on their wedding night. He told me he was just a boy and remembered the night vividly, so he would have been about 10 years younger then them. All the friends and family would gather round the bedroom window and sing songs like "We know what you're doing!" and would generally hoot and holler (and drink a few beers). We liked to think of it as a "quaint German tradition". Those old German farmers were pretty tough too. I've been challenged to push up competitions several times by my uncles at our family funerals! Knew what the floral print of the carpeting looked like up close and personal. Always felt like my departed relatives were looking down at us and laughing at us on the floor next to the casket.My Grandpas youngest brother died while exercising and he was well into his 70s. I also remeber the polka bands at the weddings and how it was my job as the biggest kid to polka around and around in circles with all the old ladies to "Who stole the Kishka" or the "Too fat Polka" and to occasionaly pick up Grandma if she got a little (or a lot) tipsy HA HA HA! Think I might ride up there today....

 

Several years ago I got one of those drywall/plywood carry handles, not much to it, but makes it almost easy to lug drywall sheets around. 4x8, ain't even tried to carry a 4x12 in many years. I used to be able to put a 4x8 sheet against a 7' ceiling and screw it on by myself, don't try that any more, either. Hope I don't even have to drywall a ceiling again, though I'm sorta in the middle (have been for a couple years now) of refinishing the main level ceiling.

 

After the ex left, I could do that. Now that the kid and grandkid are here, gotta be careful again. And never, ever, leave my bedroom barefoot...

 

Break's over, back outside before the afternoon heat.

 

Yup My Little Ponies, Legos and Hot Wheels are murder on the feet. I once got a proctological exam when I sat on the couch naked and my grandaughter forgot her Barbie doll on the sofa with her arm extended....

 

It's a wonder I still have toes, when I think of all the stubbing that went on with them and dark rooms.......