Let’s change gears this morning and instead a wastin my breath talkin bout them dad-gum politicians, let’s talk some groceries, and this other thing my Mama and Daddy used to talk with me about…getting older.

For those who have yet to experience this getting older thing, I gotta tell ya…it’s comin! Got here A LOT sooner than I ever thought possible!

Shoot, I’m sailin along in my twenties, then got to them thirties, and all of a sudden, WHAM…I’m tippin forty!

I’ve been forty now for, hmmm, let’s see, well, bout seventeen years now!

Forty plus…that’s me!

Anyway, Lucky and I stopped by a phone store last night. There was an older couple in there and we kinda struck up a conversation with em.

Actually, they really didn’t have a choice cause I’m pretty good at that dern “striking up a conversation” thing.

I talked…and they listened.

The husband was 85, and his wife was 83. I mean, what were they gonna do…run off?

I ain’t bragging or nuthin, but I believe if they’d give me any lip bout my conversin with em…I could of whippin em both!

Seriously though, they were a really, really nice couple. We shot the bull with em, and Lucky and I both enjoyed their company.

The salesman that helped us, Steven, and a great guy, is 25. We’ve seen him twice, and I have to tell you that I was very impressed with his knowledge, his politeness, AND his WORK ethic.

Very, very impressive young man.

I told him so, too. In this day and age it is so good to see a young man or woman, who enjoy their job, and even more…HAVE a dern job!

Anyway, as Lucky and I were finishin up, I was tellin Steven to enjoy his youth…it goes away much faster than you could ever dream.

You know, the work hard Steven, apply yourself, and with your work ethic and personality, you can go far. Only YOU can prevent your own success…nobody else.

I also told him, half-jokingly that lookin at my own life…it was pretty sad.

My reasonin for this…shoot, I’d just spent an hour or two laughin and cutting up with an 85 and 83 year-old and…had ENJOYED IT! LOL!

We left there and stopped by the grocery store to pick up a couple things.

Lucky was pickin up a bunch of bananas when I pulled up with the cart and I hollered, “Uh-uh…don’t buy those green bananas!! Get them dern ripe ones!”

By doin so, I KNOW I can probably get to eat em for something happens to me!

A few other examples of getting older are…

I got up the other morning and went to wash my face and shave. I looked in the mirror and said…
“Dad???”

Then the other day, Lucky and I were up town and this gorgeous woman walks by, and I got to thinkin,
“Dern, I wonder what her MOM looks like???”

A buddy of mine asked me the other day if I remembered Preparation H?
I told him, “Shoot, I’m so old I remember when they come out with…PREPARATION A!”

Ya know, I’d mentioned Lucky and I had stopped by the phone store and met that fine older couple.

They shared with us a few of their abbreviations while textin…

BFF- Best Friend Fainted
BYOT—Bring Your Own Teeth
LMDO—Laughin My Dentures Out
And…
GGPBL- Gotta Go Pacemaker Battery Low

I was readin to Lucky the other night where the Senate was investigatin deceptive practices targetin the elderly, and bilkin them outta their money, and I asked her to guess the worst one…
She asked sincerely… “I dunno, Social Security?”

Had a buddy tell me the other day he knew HE was getting old, when he realized, he had 25 house plants at home and…I can’t smoke any of em!”

Lucky and I were at the Doctor’s office last week when I wasn’t feelin well.

He comes back in and says, “Lucky, your husband’s getting older and needs rest and some quiet time, so here’s some sleepin pills.”
Lucky asked him, “When should I give em to him Doc?”
The Doctor replied, “They’re not for him Lucky, they’re…FOR YOU!”

I love my Doctor!
LMDO!

But ya really know you’re getting old when the candles cost more than your cake!

Now…bout them groceries!

Lucky LOVES to hunt and fish, and to be quite honest, she’s good at both. She’d rather fish or sit in her tree-stand than eat.

She keeps her game camera goin, and last year she got a picture of a Florida panther, which I thought pretty neat. I’d never seen one in the wild before.

I ain’t sure bout the count she gave me, but I think she said her camera had caught on film 37 illegal aliens too.

Jus kiddin.

But you guys did see where the illegals are now claimin “They ain’t gonna take it anymore,” and promise a more radical approach?”

Here illegally, but ain’t gonna take it anymore?? Good night a livin folks, oh yeah…the groceries.

Sorry! (possibly more bout that later??

Anyway, today’s recipes come once more from Kathrine’s cookbook, “Cedar Creek Game Cookbook.”

Sweet and Sour Venison:

2 lbs. venison steaks, ¼”

2 tbsp. lemon juice

1 can beef consume

2 tbsp. brown sugar

1 tsp. savory salt

¼ cup, chopped green onions, tops included

1 clove garlic

1/3 cup soy sauce

Cut steaks ¼” thick, diagonally across the grain. Combine other ingredients, pour over meat strips and marinate in fridge overnight. After draining, broil about 4 inches from heat until tender. Serves 4.

Juanita’s Spanish Rice:

6 slices of bacon

2 bell peppers, sliced

3 tsp. Worcestershire sauce

2 tsp. garlic salt

1 cup uncooked rice

2 large onions, sliced

5 cups canned tomatoes, or if you have, use fresh tomatoes

Salt and pepper to taste

1 lb. ground beef

Fry bacon slowly until crisp. Remove from pan and pour off the dripping. Brown onions, peppers and ground beef in remainder of bacon drippings. Add seasonings and crumbled bacon.
Add warmed tomatoes or steamed fresh ones, stir in uncooked rice and cook slowly. Stir often or it may stick. If the mixture seems too dry, add more tomatoes or water. Cook until rive is tender, about 45 minutes.

Indian Meal Pudding:

¾ cup corn meal

3 quarts milk

6 cups finely cut apples

3 tsp. salt

3 tsp. ground ginger

1-1/2 cup molasses

Scald milk, add corn meal and cook 30 minutes. Add remaining ingredients and pour into buttered baking dish. Bake on 350 for 1 hour stirring occasionally. Serves 12.

I’d stay and visit a little longer with ya my friends, but GGPBL!

LOL!

You guys have a great day and God bless. Please be sure to, “Keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart!”

Doug and Lucky

How bout today, we talk about blind dates. You guys remember them right? Yeah, me too. I don’t know about the rest of ya’ll, but my experience had never been too good in regards to a…blind date. But, at my age you pretty much take what you can get.

Last week I went out on my first date that had been set up by a couple I’ve known for years. They too went along. You know how it works, they took me over to pick this lady up at her home, introduced me to my date and…her seeing-eye dog, “Ray C.”

Yep, here I am goin out on a “blind date” and the woman I’m goin out with WAS…literally blind!

As soon as I could, I cornered my buddy and exclaimed, “For God’s sake man…the woman’s BLIND!”

He quietly said, “Dub, it’s okay, she’s as nice as they come.” I’m like, “Well, that’s all fine and good, but she cain’t see a lick!”

My buddy, by then becoming a little aggravated with me, says, “Look Dub, I know she’s blind, but great day buddy, ya looked in the mirror lately? I mean ya ain’t Brad Pitt, my friend! You’re older than dirt to boot! I mean the options my wife and I had of even FINDIN somebody to go out with you were very limited to say the least! Now just take ole Helen Keller over there and have a nice time, okay?”

Friends…aren’t they great?

Well, after dinner they went back by their house, dropped my date and I off at my vehicle, and I got to take her back to her home.

Well, I got her home, walked her to the door and was asked if I’d like to come in, talk and have a cup of coffee. I felt it the right thing to do and replied that it would be fine.

Honestly, this woman was very nice and I kinda got to enjoyin myself. After 30 minutes or so I asked if she liked to play cards and she said that yes she did, so I went out to the truck and as luck had it…I had a deck of cards in the console.

I asked when I went back in if she’d ever played 5 card draw and she said that no she hadn’t, but if I’d teach her, she’d play. I’m like…okay.

So I explained that when I normally played we’d have a fifty dollar limit, and she agreed to this. So after I explained the rules ,hee-hee-hee, and we’d played a couple “practice hands,” we got down to business.

In my entire life I’d never seen anyone with such luck. It was incredible, the hands just kept fallin her way. I couldn’t believe it.

I mean we’d play the hand, then call and lay out our cards. I’d tell her after each hand the results, and that she’d won, AGAIN!

Well, if you know me at all, you know I’m a pretty conservative guy, though most use the term…tightwad.

Anyway, with the price of gas today, along with I’d bought everyone’s dinner earlier, and with what I was losin to this lady, my evening was becoming very, very costly, very, very, quickly, and it was obvious that her luck…was NOT goin to change.

Then…the light-bulb came on.

I was out a couple hundred at least, and the losses were adding up quickly by now. All I could hear in my head was…Ka-ching, Ka-ching!

Honestly, I kinda hate to admit it, but really, ya do what ya got to do, and the reality that she couldn’t see a lick became too appealing for me to overlook any longer, so…I started lyin!

The next hand, after playing it out, we once again laid our cards on the table. Once more, the dern woman throws down a fullhouse! Well, I’m sittin there with two pair.

She asks, “Hey Dub, did I win again?”

I replied, “No Ma’am, I’ve got three of a kind and you just have a pair of Jacks. Boy, it’s about time my luck changed! PHEW!!”

Well, this continued for the rest of the night, with my letting her win one out of every four or five hands, just enough to keep her interested! Plus the hands she’d win I’d fold or call before the pot started growin too large.

Well, by the time we threw in the towel, I’d paid for my gas, dinner, and was about three hundred and forty five in the black. Not a bad night’s work, huh?

I honestly can’t say that I was too proud of myself, but if you look at my wording I just stated that I wasn’t TOO proud of myself, and not at all, NOT proud of myself! LOL!

Well, none of this actually took place of course, but I was thinkin this past weekend that something like this would be bout par for the course in my regard.

Datin at 56, sure doesn’t have the appeal that it did when I was 26, or, at least it doesn’t seem too.

I don’t know nothin about nothin when it comes to datin anymore, and that thought in itself is kinda uncomfortable. Then there’s the “time frame” equation. When is it time to even start datin again? I mean, I’d never even considered this…didn’t think I’d ever have to??

Deb and my life together was not always “peaches and cream,” but it was filled with love and respect for each other. What I experienced in our regard was absolute, total conviction of two people being in love. It was wonderful.

Then the wheels came off so to speak…I was lost.

Now though, my heart is healing, my life is pretty much back together again, and in all honesty, life is good! Time, I can see already, is a great healer, and I gotta say I truly believe my Deb has and is, a major part of this…she told me would be, and once more, her word was her bond!

I still love her, and that will never change, but I’m beginning to understand life does go on, and I know in my heart she wants, even expects, me to be happy.

THAT, brings us to the set of 38 year old twins down the street a couple miles…with 38 not only being their age, but also their IQ’s. So at the moment…I’m very, very happy!! God IS great, isn’t he?? LOL!

In truth though, our God is a great and a very loving God, and he has blessed me in so many different ways throughout my life.

How I could ever be deserving of the blessings he has bestowed on me through the years is totally unfathomable. So I guess what I’m saying at this point is simply this. You have a problem? Trust in God, he’ll see you through…thick or thin!

I hope each and every one of you guys have a great day, a great week, and a great life. So many of you walked with Deb and I through her ordeal…right alongside of us. I’m forever indebted to you all for you love, concern and prayers…they meant so very, very much to both of us.

One chapter of my life has closed, yet another lies ahead. I now am ready for this one to begin…wish me luck!

God Bless you guys, and remember always…to “Keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart!”

Dub AND Deb

You’re probably sick of hearing me ask it, but I swear I don’t know where the day goes anymore? The weeks are just rolling by. Shoot, it seems like Christmas wasn’t that far back, and you might as well say its April already.

Maybe it’s just me?…yeah, right! I KNOW I’m not THE ONLY person out there, “getting old,” or maybe I should say, getting older? Sounds better doesn’t it? Almost………nice, huh? Well it ain’t! But you know who you are, so just face it…we’re getting old. Ain’t that right JC?

JC’s a buddy of mine, and a great guy too! I met him while we were going to different schools together. Actually, we DID go to the same school, it’s just that we were like on…different schedules.

His schedule had him AT school, every day of the week, ALL day! Ya believe that??? ALL day, EVERY weekday, the man was IN school! I know, I know, it’s hard for me to believe too…and I WAS there! I saw it! LOL!

I was more like, hmmm…let’s see, what’s today…Monday? You know, I think I just might take a ride out to Rock Springs, which is a State Park that has a large spring flowing out of the ground and is the origin of the Rock Springs River. So it boiled down to school…or Rock Springs? In my eyes, back in “the day,” this was literally a no-brainer! LOL!

Anyway, I’ve know this guy for years and years, not only him, but his entire family. I’ll always remember his Dad, Harry Haskell, hollerin for his son, JC, to, “Hit em a lick,” back when we played football. I mean you could hear his Dad over everybody, “Hit em lick, JC!”

You know, they have PA systems announcing the game, but when Jeff’s Dad went to hollerin, I swear…the man WAS the PA system! Once he yelled out from the stands…it got quiet for a moment or two.
People were like, “WHAT was that?” Then somebody would speak up that had been to the Apopka High school football games before and heard Harry Haskell yell, and they’d say, “Aw, it’s nothing, sit back down and watch the game! It’s just JC’s Dad!”

His Mom and Dad, shoot, when I was over there, they WERE, my Mom and Dad. Same with his brother and sister, Ronnie and Tina, also.

In reality, we were really, just family. Well, cept for JC, he was always like family too, but more like, a Cuzin. Naw, not like your Mom and Dad’s brothers and sisters kids, but something a lot farther removed, kinda like great, great, great, great….great, great, great…great uncle…or aunt’s children!

JC’s one fantastic guy, and I’m just pickin at him this morning. Growin older and thinkin back on “the good times, with friends.”

I remember my Grannie Margaret, Granddaddy, and Nannie Murphy, bless em all. I can only fantasize of them coming back through the door, or goin out to their house and spending the weekend, or Granddaddy taking me down to the camp with him for the week.

Me and him in my eyes we were equals. God I loved that man, and there’s no question that he cherished me…I was the first-born grandson, and that man was proud of that fact.

So there was so much bond or love between us, that it literally exuded out of him at times, so that in itself, to me, was almost as if…we were just buddies…equals! Just being around Granddaddy were some of my most enjoyable times in my whole life. Plus…he taught me to work.

Nannie Murphy, God rest her soul, loved me just as much, but no more, or no less than any of her other children and grandchildren.

She never had a driver’s license, yet worked her entire life as a nurse, and raised 5 children, right by herself. How’d she get back and forth? She walked.

4 of the children were hers, and one she raised on account of the child’s bad home life. Nannie took her in, and raised her as one of her own! That was how Nannie was.

Nannie, till her dying day, NEVER once called and didn’t ask, “Son, are you warm? Do you have enough underwear and socks? Have you got plenty to eat?” Then, after I assured her that I was fine, we’d talk about any other thing that happened into our minds.

Grannie Margaret, for some reason, I was always tryin to aggravate her, and in many cases was successful in my attempt! She was Granddaddy’s wife, and it seems Granddaddy had taken it upon himself to teach me a few things. One of which was…how to cuss!

I have to say that evidently I’d learned how pretty well, because from the time I was 3-4 years old, man, I could sling em out at ya! I guess I talked so dirty around Grannie was that, simply…Granddaddy wouldn’t let her whip me! LOL! I had…a free pass out at their place!

Grannie told me several times that while I was out at their place she’d be in the kitchen cooking supper. Their living room sat kinda catty-cornered from the kitchen, and although she couldn’t see me physically, she COULD, hear me in there just cussin up a storm.

Well, she said she’d gotten to the point that she figured if she just ignored me, I’d eventually…just shut up. Not me, she said. They had a rocker that if you rocked hard enough, you could bend forward in it, and see into the kitchen.

Grannie claims, and since she’s now gone I consider that all it is, is “a claim,” that I’d get that dern chair rockin as hard as I could, and when it rocked forward far enough, I’d holler out, “Sh..”
She’d be in the kitchen tryin her best to ignore me, hopin I’d get tired of her showing no response, and once again, I’d just shut-up.

She’d say at that point, I’d go to rockin even harder, all the time peerin around the corner, getting louder and louder, just a hollerin, “Sh..!” Once she finally had enough, she’d come flyin into the living room givin me “the what for!”

At that point, I’d stop. Mission accomplished. I’d… “pis… Grannie off, and it showed! Now, on to something else!

My reasoning behind sharing this with you guys today is simple. I used to dread the thought of growing older. That’s no longer the case. I cherish growing older now. It allows me the opportunity to go back in time, and relive my favorite memories.

Yes, these memories are just that…memories, but, my God, at all the wonderful people I’ve known that are no longer here, but still today, they can put a smile on my face, and because of this, I keep one in my heart as well.

I have truly been blessed, by the people our Lord saw fit to put into my life, to share those wonderful times with.

I love them all, and yes, I do miss them!

I also like the opportunity of enjoying the truly simple things in life that age, furnishes us with. I guess a word that while younger didn’t seem to be in my vocabulary ,but has become now, not just a word, but a virtue…it’s called, PATIENCE.

I look at many things today from an entirely different perspective than when I was, “still wet behind the ears!” LOL!

The beauty God put here for us to take note of. 20 years ago, I couldn’t give a hoot about the birds singing, or watching the rain roll off the roof while sitting in the porch swing during an afternoon shower.

Deb and I were in the greenhouse just this past week, and we must have spent 10 to 15 minutes watching a butterfly work. Can you imagine that at age 25? Me either! Yet, what a pleasure it is anymore to take the time and just…observe. Life truly is a wonderful gift, isn’t it? Growing older is a gift as well!

Well, that’s about all I have to say for today, and I hope possibly, it inspired a few of you guys out there to stop, smell the roses, and to give thanks to our creator for blessing us with this truly tremendous gift…the gift of life!

Oh, I almost forgot. Our good friend, Gary, asked for Aunt Ann’s Squash pickle recipe, so this is for you Mr. Gary! Along with an added bonus…her pickled okra recipe too! Enjoy, my friend!

Squash Pickles

• 2 POUNDS YELLOW OR SUMMER SQUASH
• 3 MEDIUM ONIONS
• 1/4 CUP OF SALT
• 2 CUPS WHITE VINEGAR
• 2 CUPS SUGAR
• 1 TEASPOON CELERY SEED
• 1 TEASPOON TUMERIC
• 2 TABLESPOONS MUSTARD SEED

Wash squash and slice thin. Peel onions and slice thin. Cover both with water and add salt. Let stand one to two hours. Drain

Bring vinegar, sugar and seasonings to boil and pour over vegetables. Let stand 3 to 4 minutes. Bring to a boil, stirring and boil 4 minutes.

Pour into hot sterilized jars and seal.

Aunt Ann’s Pickled Okra:
• 2 pounds tender, small, fresh okra
• 5 pods hot red pepper
• 5 cloves garlic, peeled
• 1 quart white vinegar
• 1/2 cup water
• 6 tablespoons salt
• 1 tablespoon celery seed

Wash okra and pack in 5 hot sterilized pint jars. Put one pepper pod and 1 garlic clove in each jar.

Bring remaining ingredients to boil. Pour over okra and seal. Let stand 8 weeks before using.

Serve chilled.

Note: If pepper pods are not available, use 1/4 teaspoon crushed, dried, hot red pepper for each jar.

Yield : 5 pints

We want you guys to have a great day, and God Bless! As always, my better half Deb, advises to keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart!

Dub and Deb