Cookie Box Arrived!

I was so excited when I checked the mail today.  There was a key to a Post Office box for packages, so I just knew MY cookies finally found their way to The Villages.  You can image my anticipation when I open the mail box and found a box mailed from Ohio.  My mouth was drooling while I drove home and parked the golf cart into the garage.  Once inside I literally riped open the box to taste one of My beloved cookies.

Alas!  I was disappointed once again.  There was one half eaten cookie, an empty Valvoline oil can, an old golf ball, an Ashland Oil patch, and a dead Partridge from a pear tree with a note informing me the cookies were very good this year.

Will my heart ever be healed?  I just don't know.

So to all of you, I wish you the best Christmas ever and please do not think of me with NO cookies.  I'm sure it will all work out and I'll be a better person for it.

Lost Cookies

This is a story of woe and lost love.

My Mother bakes cookies every Christmas and I love them.  This year I realized I may be her number 1 son, but not number 1 in her heart.

Batch 1: A coupe of weeks ago, she baked a large batch of cookies.  My niece sent me a picture of them just before she graped them all and left for her home.  I was not worried, since I knew my Mother loved ME and would bake more.

Batch 2: A box was sent to Texas for ME while I visited a few kids and grandkids that are not in love with the Browns and two of them knocked me out of the fantasy football playoff, which I'm not letting bother me.  However, I found out my kids and grandkids didn't tell me about the cookies until after I left. thus they had all MY cookies to themselves while I flew back to Florida.  They told me they already had their presents from me and MY cookies, so too bad, so sad, have a nice day in Florida.  And I thought they loved me for me, not just for presents and cookies.

Batch 3: After I left Texas and arrived home in Florida I sent my loving (I thought she loved me) Mother a Christmas card telling her how much I loved her and reminded her I was still waiting on MY cookies, but that I loved her very much.  After a couple of days, I called to tell her how much I loved her and she told me she sent MY cookies to my brother.  But not to worry.  My brother repackaged the cookies and she mailed them the very next day.  Dad said Mom used the same mailman he used when he sent me MY quarters he won from bowling.  I'm not sure who he is or was, but I never did get any quarters from Dad.  Maybe this time will be different.

Now, it is almost my birthday and getting closer to Christmas and I still don't have any cookies.  I'm beginning to believe what everyone tells me that maybe I'm not loved as much as I thought I was and no one cares if I get cookies or not.  However, I will still be by the mail box everyday just in case a package of cookies arrive, but as each day passes and I'm the only one in the family not enjoying fresh baked cookies, I'm feeling worst and worster each day.

Texas December Trip

Normally I would post several pictures of our trip to Texas, but I think you're better off going to Jes's site.  She did a great job.  http://bubbaback.blogspot.com/

Hands

My hands have not been good for about 9 months.  They were so bad in July (after golfing in Ohio) that I finally went to a doctor.  Since then I've had 6 cortisone shots in my wrist.  They are not fun, but they seem to work, at least in the short term.  However, after I rest my hands for a couple of weeks and then resume golf and softball, they hurt again.  The doctor tells me the only way they will heel is to rest them.  It's hard to rest them when you use your hands for everything.  I golfed this week and they hurt. so I've decided to rest them again until the first of the year.  I hope to feel better when the softball season starts up the second week in January.  It's not easy getting old.

There is a benefit in old age.  I am on Medicare starting the month.  Today I got a free flu shot.  It's not much of a benefit, because I use to get free flu shots at my doctors office.  Now I can get them almost anywhere because they like us old people.