A neighbor of a client came over while we were shoeing the other day. He looked to be in his late seventy's and had been a Cowboy and Logger in the mountains out here is whole life. As he walked up he saw my son Jess using the Buffy to finish a hoof. "Dang" he says, "Using a power tool on a hoof, and I thought Man walking on the moon was kinda neat." Went to a Barefoot Clinic Saturday before last for a few minutes at the end of the day. The expert from three hundred miles away was teaching about a dozen middle aged gals to trim their own horses. One of them asked to have her job inspected, so she picked up the foot and showed how it needed a bit more rounding on one of the quarters and proceeded to (very uncoordinatedly) run the smooth side of the rasp over about an inch of the hoof. If you had put the filings from the rasping she did up your nose, you wouldn't have noticed them in there. She put the foot down and exclaimed how much better it was now, to which everyone agreed. My wife was taking Jess (15) and Charity (13) to their Charter School class that starts later than most other Schools around here. They stoped to get gas, and Jess went in to the cashier to pay. A bum hanging around in front, said to him "Why aren't you in School?", Jess retorted; "Why aren't you at work?"
Oh Bill, never so true were the words "we reap what we sow". I have an 11 yr old that leaves me with little to do but laugh at his smart assed comments. Some times the only response I'm left with is "Yes, your right. Now just do it because I said so.".
Ive been outta work a few times , realy wanted work realy needed work had all the bad feeling including the shame a man feels particularly when a family are looking to him the bums we speak of , who knows their story there but for the grace O God go I I often wonder how much harder the wealthy hit bottom than middle class or battlers do and how they manage compared to the guy thats always scratched a living having said this Yes I did chuckel Ive always been able to laugh at myself
Son: I'm tired of you always telling me what to do. You can't run my life any more, I'm 18 and an adult now! I'm joining the Army whether you & mom like it or not! Me: I couldn't say a single word for fear of laughing...
Just can't get over this one so, I'll tell ya'll about it. I took my wife,4 yr old son ( who just started pre-K) and my 10 month old daughter to a fancy Italian restaurant the other day. My son ordered soup and ate it without any argument at all. Then in his little 4 yr old voice he says "Daddy, I got a prize for you" and shows me his empty bowl. ( He says prize instead of surprise. ) After the praise for eating all his food, he jumps out of his chair and eases up to me and says "Daddy, I got another prize for you." So I say, what's that? He proceeds to step away from the table, pull his pants down and shake his naked butt at me. Of course my wife jumped up and ran to the ladies room but I couldn't move for laughing so hard. So now, those words "Daddy, I got a prize for you." went from cute to dreaded. Almost a week later and I'm still laughing as I type this. David
Funny,i was sitting down waiting the other day a Raleys supermarket waiting for my old lady,and this 15yr old kid came and sat down next to me.He had a mohawk haircut and the crown was died blue and the sides were yellow around the ears and fades into red.Iwas kind of looking at him and he turned to me and said hey mister haven't you ever did anything crazy in your life? And i said yah,once i got drunk and has sex with a parrot and i thought you were my son?
