Is 64 Better Than 69

On this day 64 years ago in a hospital in the sleepy cow and oil field town of Archer City Texas a 10lb, 8 oz bouncing yelling screaming and kicking bundle of pure hell for his Momma and daddy and a joy for his grandpa was born. He hit the air screaming for his Momma's tit and has been partial to female breasts ever since.

Funny think is that I don't feel like I'm 64...this morning it is more like a 100. But after I get a couple of mugs of jumpstart down me and a walk I'll feel pretty good. I can do anything I always did and my memory is still pretty good when I don't forget. I generally start the day with nothing planned and have it have completed before bedtime.

We don't do anything special on birthdays anymore. I used to take sweetthing out for dinner on her birthday but she doesn't care anything about that anymore--she is a cheap date and always was. She used to bake me a cake but this diet I am on precludes that. Maybe she can stick a candle on a bowl of cabbage slaw and I'll bend over and blow it out--the cabbage seems to give me a lot of wind.

Sweetthing saw the physical therapist yesterday and looks like she is in for a couple of months of training on how to do some back strengthening exercises. I have no doubt she will do her best and I just hope that it helps.

I don't have a lot on my mind to rant about today except for the same old things that I have been ranting about for months..ragheads, invaders, porkin' politicians, and thievin' socialist dim-a-crits. I can get on a soapbox about any of them and no doubt will after I scan the news this morning. Y'all come back , heah?