Gettin' old sux!
But it sooooooo beats the alternative............................
Posted April 05, 2013 - 06:10 AM
Gettin' old sux!
But it sooooooo beats the alternative............................
Posted April 05, 2013 - 06:13 AM
But it sooooooo beats the alternative............................
AMEN!
Posted April 05, 2013 - 07:01 AM
And I would have just used the plow on the '75 1614 PK.
And I would have called that cheating.
Ben W.
Posted April 05, 2013 - 08:43 PM
im fighting with the same issue myself trying to split wood with my maul is dam near killing me all my joints hurt i fell like im 60 this sucks
Posted April 06, 2013 - 08:19 AM
And how...Monday I ran a full skid (seventy) 40# bags of lime out of the back of the truck thru the spreader in the south field. Tuesday the biceps were SCREAMING. Wednesday spent about 12 hours driving back n forth to Ben's in Virginia and today just the regular animals and fence clearing with a few minutes of repair on the Jr Chief. Trip to town for groceries and back to evening chores How in the world did I do ALL this stuff when I was working 10-12 hr days in town??? Gotta be age cause I'm whipped.
I think I'm gonna' be sick!
Posted April 07, 2013 - 12:09 AM
I'm so outta shape that when I answered the door in my white t-shirt and white kitchen apron the neighbor kid poked me right in the stomach. "Oh gee, I'm sorry Mr. Hydro, I though you was the real "Pillsbury Doughboy" there for a second!
I will not be throwing his baseballs back when they land in the yard!
Posted April 07, 2013 - 12:25 AM
I'm so outta shape that when I answered the door in my white t-shirt and white kitchen apron the neighbor kid poked me right in the stomach. "Oh gee, I'm sorry Mr. Hydro, I though you was the real "Pillsbury Doughboy" there for a second!
I will not be throwing his baseballs back when they land in the yard!
Just so long as you don't send them back with the shovel. Remember how that went with the 'other' items left in your yard.
Posted April 07, 2013 - 12:48 PM
Just so long as you don't send them back with the shovel. Remember how that went with the 'other' items left in your yard.
Yes, and how times change! He now has a tiny filthy white yappy little mutt which is deathly scared of me and won't even come through the fence, the pool is green and full of screechy frogs and green muck, his "privacy stockade fence", once an interesting trajectory problem, is un-privately laying down in sections and his devil spawn offspring are now plying their trades downtown instead of home... Yup, another example of the benefits of a pothead life!