Easter

Well it is time again for all the little kids to hunt easter eggs and for mama and daddy to get all dressed up. Im going to spend my easter fishing, drinking beer, mowing grass, drinking beer, putting up lattice and did I mention drinking beer. I love it when I lived at Pawleys because it usually mark the start of the every weekend trips to the beach, sitting in the sun, talking shit, playing horse shoes, and did I mention drinking beer. Man I miss those days and those people. I think the fellowship is what I miss the most. I loved Matt, DeAnnna, Steve, Mickey, Os, Y'vonne, Ned, Carol, Courtney, Marnee, Fred, and Ashely. Lets dont forget Domino, Killer, and Boomer. There were many others but they just come and go and some stick and some dont, but over all they are all really great people. Now at Honeysuckle Creek I got Killer and me and thats about it. Cinda is always doing her thing and when i was at Pawleys I did not give a shit because I always had a place to go and people to talk with, but not here. I have learned to talk to dogs and myself. Then I get on the phone and start texting and now my text messages are more than my phone minutes. Why do you think a 55 year old fart is on the computer blogging and facebooking? It is because he is bored stiff and lonely for something or someone to communicate with. The Beatles had wrote my song in 1967, He's A Real NoWhere Man, Sitting In His NoWhere Land