GOOD TIMES

I've gone from mourning to happy days...Had today off, and spent it running around spending next weeks pay check..ha..Went to Bold Springs Baptist Church and got their D'lishious Cheeseburgers...One for me ..one for Babs who is suffereing from allergies..the wind is really blowing here and it's about to do her in..She lives in the back where there is nothing but field and the south wind comes right in her apt..I live in the front part where the apts in back block the wind when it comes from the South..but I get the blue northers full frontal..Also got her some Tin Roof Ice cream, as that always makes her feel better...Stopped by work to see if they wanted a cheeseburger too and of course they did..how anyone could refuse them is beyond me..Went to the bank got new checks, looked for a beauty shop in town, but think they all closed down...or moved and I don't know where they're at..think I will just slip into ole Sam Pinters(West's version of Floyd the Barber)and have him cut it..I had him cut my hair about 25 years ago when I was drunk and on a dare(everyone said he would cut my hair like Elvis' as Sam still wears a bouffant pompadour, but he actually did a great job..and for $8 you can't go wrong..I'll let you know how that turns out..Then I watched a little of my soaps...and you know what? Slowly but surely..I just don't give a shit any more...They bore the fuck out of me..
Got dressed and headed to Waco....arghghghghgh!..Only for the granddaughters would I venture into the middle of Waco..Met Jenny at her apt. and she was thrilled to death over all the stuff I got for her new place..Got her 3 pots and put Lavender, Rosemary and Basil in them..Got her small hand shovel,and rakes, work gloves, a bird house, a pretty pink crystal wind chime, an ice bucket, a lamp, a candle holder with crystal beads and $25..Oh yes, got her and Jamie identical Easter Baskets with stuffed animal, a clown rabbit and candy...She may be 21 now but you should have heard her squeal when she saw the peeps and chocolate candy..I cannot tell you how great her apt. is...she has great taste and has decorated it to the nines..She has a black leather love seat and couch, with 2 end tables and coffee table made of black iron and stone...A flat screen TV the size of my truck..The greatest looking dining room set..the table is a square block table but is real tall and her chairs are stool chairs...her bed room is completely decorated in authentic Chinese(Jason's grandma got it when she lived in China) and has a 3-part hanging wall panels.....Three years ago when having her own place was just an idea, she started buying stuff and putting it in storage..her dishes, pots, pans, towels, silver wear, etc..everything she had it all before she even moved in..she got the couch/love seat and washer and dryer for $500 from one of her cousins..Dang..I'm proud of that girl..Then we went to Magic China and had great Chinese food..I had chicken/shrimp kung pou and she had beef/broccoli and we shared..You know you're in a good Chinese restaurant when the diners are Chinese too and no one in the place speaks English..ha..I bought her dinner..she said she wanted to pay for it..I said that makes no sense, I give you $25 for your birthday and then you spend it for dinner..I don't think so.....so I had a most excellent day..
Stayed for a while and we talked about her life and her job...Like I said...I'm so proud of her...Oh,forgot I also got her 2 solar lamps for her yard..they are on little shepherds hooks...really cute..
I am thinking about going to see James Hand tomorrow at the Knights of Columbus..but I have to go to the Democratic Convention in Waco Saturday morning, and will probably need all my wits about me..as I do plan on raising some hell..I'm going to make them Clinton delegates regret their choice...If they haven't already..Wonder how many of them I can get to switch sides?....Oh man..it's going to be fun....

.......IT ALL STARTED WITH A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.......

Last Wednesday I got up early as the management had arranged for our apartments to be sprayed for piss ants...For those of you who don't know what piss ants are...good for you, cause they are some pain in the ass little fuckers...Tiny wee fuckers and love to swarm over opened cans of cat food and assorted other treats..So I'm up and there's a knock at the door...think aha...the bug people...nope..it's the lady next door Claudette..She says:"You want to go to Caritas?"...I'm thinking ok(Caritas is a used store that is like Salvation Army) I have nothing to do but hang around and watch them kill bugs...so I kiss the cat, grab my purse and I'm off...We're going to go in her car...some where in the back of my pea brain is a little voice saying:"Hey stupid, isn't she the one that wrecked 2 cars?".....My other little voice is saying:"Shaddap...we're only going to Caritas here in West...how dangerous can it be?"....We get into her car and she starts it and it dies, she starts it and it dies, she starts it and it ...well, you get the picture..finally she starts it, guns the engine so loud and long people were coming out on their porch to see what the fuck was going on...I am still thinking...we're only going 2 miles..we're only going 2 miles...
She immediately starts a process of driving which consists of a lot of jerking the wheel and sudden bursts of speed followed by slamming on the brakes...my mantra is now 2miles up..2 miles back...She drives to the Czech stop and fills up the gas tank...hmmm....we're only going 4 miles round trip..right?...Then she whips the car in the frontage road lane and heads for I-35...........oh fuck!....I say:"UH....I thought we were going to Caritas." she whips the wheel back pulling us out of the path of a semi.."Oh, we're going to the one on 5th and Mary...in Waco...(after much wheel jerking, speeds up to 80 miles an hour, most of which was done in the on coming lane, she remembers that it is 15th and Mary and we are fucking lost.)I finally get us to the right place as I used to deliver Jones-Blair Paint down in that area..On the ride to Waco (where I have both my feet mashed on the floor board and a double hand death grip on the seat belt)..she tells me that Caritas has a store where if you are illegible you can get food, clothes, house wear, etc. for free..I'm thinking they better be giving me porter house and a fine fucking Bordeaux for this trip from hell...We get there at 9:30am......we got out of there at 4fuckingpm...I got a frozen chicken, canned vegetables, soups, shampoos, soap, toilet paper, beans rice, noodles, peanut butter, jelly, a huge sack full of home made bread, butter, 6 ears of corn on the cob, a plastic bag the size of a suitcase full of smashed frozen onions, a canned boned chicken, and a package of kotex. 7 and one half fucking hours in a room with 80 people( I was 66)...and each one of those people had 3 kids hanging on to them and screaming at the top of their lungs...When will parents learn that standing across the room screaming "if you don't stop that I'm going to slap the shit out of you"...to your kid will not actually make them ...'Stop that'...I was torn between actually smacking the kid and smacking the parent..Well, I know that this is a great program for families with kids and I am glad that they have it, but in the parking lot were beamers, suv's, Lexus's, and shinny new trucks...also several people were selling their groceries for cash...I will fight Annie tooth and nail for her cans of Friskies before I go back there...fuck me till I say "next".....
The only good thing about the entire day was we were both hungry when we got out of there and we went to Sonic and I got a corn dog, small ff, and small Dr.Pepper...It may have been the best thing I have ever eaten in my entire fucking life...When I opened up my little sack with my corn dog and saw there was no mustard...I snapped...I jacked that window down, stuck my head out and roared:"Hey, lady...I didn't get any mustard with my corn dog."....Three car-hops were right there with my mustard... I spread it on the little paper envelope it came it and ate the whole thing, paper, corn dog stick and all...I licked the paper bag it came in..I saved the ff for when I got home...but I stuck my nose in the little carton it came in and alternated between smelling the ff's and sucking on the cubes of ice to get all of the flavor of Dr.Pepper that I could..Which kept me from freaking out that Claudette drove in the wrong lane almost all the way home..

Tuesday when I had worked at the library for Henrietta I got out at 7pm and didn't feel like cooking dinner, so thought I would go to the old bar where I used to hang out as it is not a bar and they make BBQ and is supposed to be terrific...So I pulled into the parking lot and went through some major flash backs..this being the place where I spent a good percentage of my time sucking down beers and making my own drinks with my BYOB of Rum, Whiskey, Vodka and the occasional bottle of Tequila....I remember waking up in my little blue jeep and was confused..got out of the jeep and went inside and asked Jerry the owner:"How long as it been since I was here last(we would bar hop all over town)? and she said about 2 hours...why? I said:"Cause I woke up in the jeep from where I had passed out and didn't know if I was coming....or going.."
So you can see I wasn't thrilled about being there, but most food places were closed and that BBQ smelled so good..In I go...and I wasn't 3 feet inside the door and people were yelling and screaming and laughing and OH MY God, HOLY Shit and I DON'T BELIEVE IT... fuck..I thought it would be a new crowd..but it was the same old bunch of drunks...Patsy who works at the Community Grocery was there with another old drinking buddy girlfriend..So I had a Dr. Pepper and a bbq sandwich and let them talk me into coming back this past Friday for ladies night...Only on the condition that I don't have to be a lady I says....which really made them laugh..
Saturday at 7pm I made my grand entrance...to the X-CAPITAL, X-STRICKY COUNTRY, -THE DEPOT AND Currently now:JACK AND DIANE'S BBQ..Wearing my old Stricky Country T-Shirt ...the said t-shirt being 20plus years old, I wasn't going for style...It was pretty much like I had stepped into a time warp....Dingy Debbie was there, JD was there(he was 10 the last time I saw him), Patsy, Gary the Budweiser Driver, Santiago the pool player, Pat the painter, brother of old friend, and many many more..Mostly new faces as I think the rest croaked..David is gone, Tennis Shoe is gone, Agnes is gone, Tommy is gone, Red is gone, lot of them gone...But the only two that are still here and not drinking ..are me and Santiago...I don't want to say that I didn't have a good time...but ..........I didn't have a good time...I played pool and considering that I haven't played serious pool in 15 years..I did ok...I racked more than I broke, but I didn't embarrass myself...but by 11:30 I was more than ready to go home...the smoke was killing me, the inane drunk conversations were boring me to fucking tears...Plus Gary kept trying to get me into the back of the Bud truck..I finally told him, Gary, if I wouldn't fuck you when I was drinking..what makes you think I will fuck you if I'm sober??? He just grinned that hey I'm drunk and ain't I cute grin that men think will get them out of a head slap..It didn't bother me hanging around them while they drank and I was not..what bothered me is that at one time I thought this was the best time ever...or not so much that it was a good time as it was what I did and what I knew...The only good part of the night was 2 different people wanted to know what I was doing in the retirement apts as I am not old enough...I said I'm 63..I'm more than old enough..both though I was in late 40's or early 50's...a sure sign that they need to cut back on the beer...I also had some kid (19-20) ask me if I wanted some dip..and I said "NO thanks, I just had a bar of soap."....he looked at me and said, "what does that mean?" and I said"it means I have already had something nasty in my mouth so I don't need any dip."...he thought that was hysterical and went around and was telling everyone what I said.. At least that Jackie story didn't have me drunk and saying fuck a lot..


So that was my adventure for the week...that's not even counting the attack of Annie against a black bird and it got lose in the house and I had bird, bird feathers and a wild pussy racing through the house...oh...and I won some kind of thinking blog award..me and cyberoutlaw and 3 other blogs...how cool is that...I will post about it Monday or Tuesday...Cause I'm kinda proud of it...
Fuckme till I dip...