Post by taylor on Jun 11, 2008 8:53:27 GMT -4
Howdy Ya'll,
I ain't never put nothin' on here before, and somebody wanted me to, so here goes.
It's already turnin' out to be a hot summer, even though accordin' to the calender it ain't quite got here yet. It's done been in the 90's with the "feels like" temperture a hunderd er more. But I ain't complainin' cause I figer any day I wake up on this side of the grass is a good day. Besides, at my age, ya done seen ever kind of weather there is.
I 'member the summer that all the livestock froze to death. Sure did. It was so hot that the corn all started poppin’ in the fields and the livestock thought it was snow! They jest all killed over, froze slap to the bone! I 'member a summer so dry that the cows all gave powdered milk, and I 'member one that was so wet that fish was swimmin' in the fields. Yep, I done seen it all I reckon.
The gardens are growin' but ain't nothin' quite ready yet, the flowers are bloomin' and don't need tendin' as much, and the young'uns is out of school. It's time fer cold watermelon, picnics, iced tea, swimmin', and goin' fishin'. I remember one fishin trip in particlar. My oldest boy snagged him a big'un!
That ol'catfish that was so big that when my oldest boy caught it, the water level in the river dropped by two full inches! That catfish was so big that when he first hooked’im, it drug him and the boat up and down the river fer hours. Jest about the time he thought the ol’ catfish was gittin’ tired, he drug the boat up on the bank and tried to git the fish up out of the water.
Well, that ol’ catfish weren’t ready to git out the water, so he jest took off down the river again, draggin’ my boy behind’im. It was the first time my boy ever went water skiin’! When the catfish really got tired and gave up, my boy finally got the fish on the bank. Well, we had us a fish fry that lasted fer two weeks straight! The little young’uns used big ol'pieces of that catfishes skin fer makin' campin’ tents, Gran'pa used the whiskers fer plow lines, and the town folks used the rib bones fer buildin’ one o'them gazebo things in the city park. Yep, it was a mighty big fish!
Since it’s the start of summer, I got a question. How much smaller can a gal’s bathin’ suit git? Years ago, gals didn’t develop like they do now, nor as young. Yet, years ago, a bathin’ suit had at least a bit of modesty. Now that gals are more developed, the bathin’ suits had gotten slap ridiculous. There ain’t enough material in’em to make a decent hankerchief! Now I ain’t sayin’ we need to go back to knee length britches, nor even git rid of the two piece, but good grief, cover some of that stuff up! I ain’t interested in seein’ the butt cheeks and boobies of these gals. When ya go to the beach, er anywheres else to go swimmin’, remember that sometimes, families bring their young’un with’em and it jest ain’t appropriate! Besides, if’n ya ain’t gonna cover no more than that, ya aught to go to one of them nudey places. Now fellers, before ya go and git all riled up at me, jest think if the gal you was lookin’ at was your own daughter. Would ya want some feller staring at her bare backside like she was side of beef? Didn’t think so.
Well I reckon before it gits too hot I'll go ahead and make a gallon er two of tea and stick in the frigidaire. Gran'pa goes through tea like there ain't no tomorrow! Maybe next time, since June is a weddin' month, I'll tell ya about me and Gran'pa. Ya'll have a good day and try to not to git too hot.
Till next time,
Gran'ma Gertie
I ain't never put nothin' on here before, and somebody wanted me to, so here goes.
It's already turnin' out to be a hot summer, even though accordin' to the calender it ain't quite got here yet. It's done been in the 90's with the "feels like" temperture a hunderd er more. But I ain't complainin' cause I figer any day I wake up on this side of the grass is a good day. Besides, at my age, ya done seen ever kind of weather there is.
I 'member the summer that all the livestock froze to death. Sure did. It was so hot that the corn all started poppin’ in the fields and the livestock thought it was snow! They jest all killed over, froze slap to the bone! I 'member a summer so dry that the cows all gave powdered milk, and I 'member one that was so wet that fish was swimmin' in the fields. Yep, I done seen it all I reckon.
The gardens are growin' but ain't nothin' quite ready yet, the flowers are bloomin' and don't need tendin' as much, and the young'uns is out of school. It's time fer cold watermelon, picnics, iced tea, swimmin', and goin' fishin'. I remember one fishin trip in particlar. My oldest boy snagged him a big'un!
That ol'catfish that was so big that when my oldest boy caught it, the water level in the river dropped by two full inches! That catfish was so big that when he first hooked’im, it drug him and the boat up and down the river fer hours. Jest about the time he thought the ol’ catfish was gittin’ tired, he drug the boat up on the bank and tried to git the fish up out of the water.
Well, that ol’ catfish weren’t ready to git out the water, so he jest took off down the river again, draggin’ my boy behind’im. It was the first time my boy ever went water skiin’! When the catfish really got tired and gave up, my boy finally got the fish on the bank. Well, we had us a fish fry that lasted fer two weeks straight! The little young’uns used big ol'pieces of that catfishes skin fer makin' campin’ tents, Gran'pa used the whiskers fer plow lines, and the town folks used the rib bones fer buildin’ one o'them gazebo things in the city park. Yep, it was a mighty big fish!
Since it’s the start of summer, I got a question. How much smaller can a gal’s bathin’ suit git? Years ago, gals didn’t develop like they do now, nor as young. Yet, years ago, a bathin’ suit had at least a bit of modesty. Now that gals are more developed, the bathin’ suits had gotten slap ridiculous. There ain’t enough material in’em to make a decent hankerchief! Now I ain’t sayin’ we need to go back to knee length britches, nor even git rid of the two piece, but good grief, cover some of that stuff up! I ain’t interested in seein’ the butt cheeks and boobies of these gals. When ya go to the beach, er anywheres else to go swimmin’, remember that sometimes, families bring their young’un with’em and it jest ain’t appropriate! Besides, if’n ya ain’t gonna cover no more than that, ya aught to go to one of them nudey places. Now fellers, before ya go and git all riled up at me, jest think if the gal you was lookin’ at was your own daughter. Would ya want some feller staring at her bare backside like she was side of beef? Didn’t think so.
Well I reckon before it gits too hot I'll go ahead and make a gallon er two of tea and stick in the frigidaire. Gran'pa goes through tea like there ain't no tomorrow! Maybe next time, since June is a weddin' month, I'll tell ya about me and Gran'pa. Ya'll have a good day and try to not to git too hot.
Till next time,
Gran'ma Gertie
