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Or maybe just lazy

Putting docs and hoist in today, wake up and plop into the hot tub with a cup of gor may coffee and I'm not as exited as I used to be about work, if this is what old age is about I'm not so sure I want to get old

Getting old is much better than the alternative.

I heard 3-4 rockstars a day cures what ails ya

jehler wrote:Or maybe just lazy

Putting docs and hoist in today, wake up and plop into the hot tub with a cup of gor may coffee and I'm not as exited as I used to be about work, if this is what old age is about I'm not so sure I want to get old

You need a vacation.

Dominica Republica, perhaps? Its a beautiful place.

Screw those rock star drinks.

jehler wrote:Or maybe just lazy

Putting docs and hoist in today, wake up and plop into the hot tub with a cup of gor may coffee and I'm not as exited as I used to be about work, if this is what old age is about I'm not so sure I want to get old

sorry little man, bad news, you're already on the downward slope of old.

jehler wrote:Or maybe just lazy

Putting docs and hoist in today, wake up and plop into the hot tub with a cup of gor may coffee and I'm not as exited as I used to be about work, if this is what old age is about I'm not so sure I want to get old

i think they make a little blue pill for that.

Up until I turned 48 I was in age denial. I thought, "this getting old stuff is a snap".
Then one day I found that I could no longer snap my fingers on my right hand without extreme pain.
NOT happening and for years that was my,"Get the fuck over here signal" for the dog.
I don't like people yelling at their dogs a lot when hunting so I train mine on hand signals.

One summer a lil over 3 years ago I took two twenty-years-old guys cat-fishing. We caught shad with a cast-net and made one hell of a mess out of my trot-lines. These guys were expert fishermen and didn't need some old fucker telling them how...until the lines were so fucking tangled I had to just toss the trot-lines.

Then we got back to camp and tried to leave. The head-lights on the truck didn't work and the two chuckleheads I was with had an appointment in town that afternoon. (it was raining) Probably girls... So the two fishing experts who just effed up my trot-lines start tearing into the wiring on my truck like they're going to fix it. I mean crawling under the rear bumper and un-taping everything. I went ballistic and said the headlights are on the fucking front of the truck and ran them off. Made them get a ride home...I was so pissed. The problem was a relay switch under the dashboard. I figured it out after they left. Their ride said he wanted to kick my azz and I invited him to try.

THAT was the day I admitted I'm old. IT SUCKED!
After I admitted it, things got WAY easier. I let my help do anything heavy for me and they seem to like it that way.

aunt betty wrote:Up until I turned 48 I was in age denial. I thought, "this getting old stuff is a snap".
Then one day I found that I could no longer snap my fingers on my right hand without extreme pain.
NOT happening and for years that was my,"Get the fuck over here signal" for the dog.
I don't like people yelling at their dogs a lot when hunting so I train mine on hand signals.

One summer a lil over 3 years ago I took two twenty-years-old guys cat-fishing. We caught shad with a cast-net and made one hell of a mess out of my trot-lines. These guys were expert fishermen and didn't need some old fucker telling them how...until the lines were so fucking tangled I had to just toss the trot-lines.

Then we got back to camp and tried to leave. The head-lights on the truck didn't work and the two chuckleheads I was with had an appointment in town that afternoon. (it was raining) Probably girls... So the two fishing experts who just effed up my trot-lines start tearing into the wiring on my truck like they're going to fix it. I mean crawling under the rear bumper and un-taping everything. I went ballistic and said the headlights are on the fucking front of the truck and ran them off. Made them get a ride home...I was so pissed. The problem was a relay switch under the dashboard. I figured it out after they left. Their ride said he wanted to kick my azz and I invited him to try.

THAT was the day I admitted I'm old. IT SUCKED!
After I admitted it, things got WAY easier. I let my help do anything heavy for me and they seem to like it that way.

my old man still claims he doesn't need glasses. claims his eyes are just as good as when he was 20. problem is, he can't read shit unless it is magnified 20 times or he holds it out as far as he can. that said, he can still hit a gnat's ass at 50 paces with a rifle.