TRAILER TRUCKIN

[boxcarOkie]

Aren't Y'all (Okie Talk) proud of me, I made it all of two weeks, and haven't mentioned high priced motor fuel one time.  It is part of my new attitude adjustment thing I am working on.  Personally, I find that nothing can destroy my mood quicker than a trip to the Root N Scoot for a fill up on one of our trucks or the bus.  I can be in a great mood, up and until I pull up to the pump and I look at the price of the fuel.  Yesterday while riding around the place, on our trusty lawn tractor, that gulps fuel at alarming pace, I thought about it.
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Putting $4 a gallon fuel in a lawnmower, is like rubbing Channel #5 on a pig.

This is also when I discovered a kinky little quirk in my personality.  If you're normal, you periodically feel little surges of anger that you don't express.  Which can of course be risky in today's PC society.  Suppressing your feelings over a period of time, can be dangerous not only to yourself but to bystanders, other people in the area.  I believe the teenagers' call it going "postal."  So I have found something that seems to work for me.

Before heading down to the Root N Scoot for fuel.  I go into the garage, close the door and then I throw about a five-minute snot-nosed fit-ritual about twice a week.  My new self induced therapy procedure with no witnesses except the cat, and even he is not sticking around for any of it here lately, I notice he is avoiding me like I have rabies.

For four to five minutes, you fume, seethe, curse and yell.  You huff, puff, the vein on your neck sticks out!

For the final sixty seconds, you compel yourself to laugh, as hard as you can, uncontrollably if this is possible.  This free's up all them End-o-morphine things that reside in your body next to your fat cells and hormones.  Immediately afterwords, you load up in the car/truck, rush down and pay for your motor fuel, this is when you enter into the hysterical crying phase of the process.

We will cover that later on this week, along with locking gas caps, and proper air pressure.  Address all those little things in life, that race thru my mind while she is watching the Food Channel ... Such as:  Why more and more people are arriving at bus meets, sans bus.  Important stuff like that.

Out in the shop, the calendar on the wall has changed, but much remains to be done.  The trailer project is moving along, albeit slowly, but surely.  The bus is still there, and it calls to me and demands of me my time, resources and energy. 

But it is spring in the Heartland, so I am now going to devote the rest of this day to some kind of time waster or cheap thrill.  One of the benefits of being retired ...  Each day is yours to do as you see fit, to work on the things that "you want to do" and not what is demanded of you.

Such as giving my bologna a middle name, or some other important issue.  Be advised, I am not, under any circumstances going to mow, sack, cut, trim, sweep, take to the road or re-arrange anything other than the head pillows on my easy boy recliner.  It's a tough job ... this almost a Hero stuff ... but someone has to do it.

The bus will still be there tomorrow ... trust me.

BCO

[Len Silva]

For four to five minutes, you fume, seethe, curse and yell.  You huff, puff, the vein on your neck sticks out!

For the final sixty seconds, you compel yourself to laugh, as hard as you can, uncontrollably if this is possible.

That sounds like voluntary, self-induced schizophrenia.

[bevans6]

somehow I've survived 53 1/2 years without actually ever doing that.  It doesn't sound pleasant, to be honest.  Maybe at some point my head is going to explode?      

Brian

[wal1809]

Just because I am paranoid does not mean the whole world is not out to get me

[boxcarOkie]

For four to five minutes, you fume, seethe, curse and yell.  You huff, puff, the vein on your neck sticks out!

For the final sixty seconds, you compel yourself to laugh, as hard as you can, uncontrollably if this is possible.

That sounds like voluntary, self-induced schizophrenia.

snicker-snicker, that is pretty good, whatever it is?

BCO

[boxcarOkie]

Just because I am paranoid does not mean the whole world is not out to get me

Not necessarily so, it could be a figment of your imagination.  "Does it bother you when the players huddle up during a NFL game, are you sure they are in there talking about you?"

Now THAT could be a problem.

BCO

[boxcarOkie]

somehow I've survived 53 1/2 years without actually ever doing that.  It doesn't sound pleasant, to be honest.  Maybe at some point my head is going to explode?      

Brian

I should hope not, think of the mess it will make, and then again, you will never hear the end of it, if she has to clean it up.  It was supposed to be humor, but I guess it kind of missed the mark eh?  That is what I get for tryin' too hard.

BCO

[Len Silva]

Just because I am paranoid does not mean the whole world is not out to get me

Actually, we are.

[Chopper Scott]

Me too? I knew it...... That's what I get for hanging out with retired folk! You love messing with the working man!!    At least old man Glines has left me alone for awhile!!