I started an Instagram account.  Never had one before.  They ask you to put in a bio.  Well I learned you have to do it in 150 characters or less.  Man, I can’t even get my fingers ta workin’ on the keyboard in so few strokes.  It went thusly:

Son of a dirt farmer from the 50’s. I speak fluent red-neck and can write it, too. Retired and finding new direction. I have a loving, beautiful wife, Libby, who I proudly take with me to make me look good.

Now, you tell me, how am I going to do a bio that covers sixty six years in 150 characters or less?  There’s always something goin’ on despite the fact that sometime I just don’t do anything.  Even doing nothing requires something.  Keeping yer eyelids closed, legs crossed or uncrossed while you nap on the recliner couch.  Arranging my four dogs around me so they have their nappin’ spot assigned so we’re all comfortable.  Gittin’ up to pee.  Reassembling said dogs back to their respectable places.  Oh, I had to make sure I have my Sun Drop on the end table in case I snore my throat dry.

So, what am I doin’ this week that would be more than what I’d do at work?  Well, I actually cooked some boneless chicken thighs in a mix of Alfredo sauce with a little bit of wine.  I’ll mix in some broccoli this afternoon for some green stuff.  By the way, the diet I’m on is doing me some good.  Unofficially, I’m not diabetic anymore.  Sugar readings for the last three months have been normal.  Weight is down from 222 to 182 and I’m lovin’ it.  I actually have more energy now to the point I find napping a chore.  It’s hard to take a nap with more energy to burn.  I did the above yesterday while I stir-fried asparagus spears and grilled two nice thick steaks for me and my baby for when she got home.

Spent my whole life yesterday afternoon and this morning activating our two new phones. Apparently Verizon had to reset our PIN #’s, which I had no idea at all what they were. Once I got them reset it seems a snap. Straight Talk with Verizon as the carrier. No more contracts. I’m done with that.

While in the midst of all that I had an attack of CDO.  That’s Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.  I just can’t stand the letters out of order.  Me desk needs cleaning, but I sat here till it passed.  It’s still cluttered.  I need shelving folks.  Bad.

Another thought ran through my mind about Libby asking me if everyone in my family was preachers.  Go figure.  I’m ADHD, too.  I found from research that there are a lot of my family who preached and even some who  didn’t answer the call.  That answered my question why their lives weren’t so long and prosperous on the latter ones.

I guess I should get up and take a shower.  How random do you want me to get with this post anyway?  I can change subjects faster than a fat kid chasing an ice cream truck.

Oh, by the way.  What’s the reason for the saying I posted in the picture above?

Now, how’s that for a post?