The Goat Pen

eCat wrote:about 4 months ago a windstorm came thru and knocked off a 13 foot long branch off of our cedar tree ( I measured it because I thought a straight piece of cedar might be worth something - its not)

at any rate, thinking it might be worth something, I got the chainsaw out and cleaned it up and asked my son to take all the branches away to our brushpile. So he thinks that means the 13 foot long piece. So he and his friend - a portly boy that's never met a donut he didn't like attempted to pick it up and carried it about 10 feet before dropping it and deciding it was too heavy to carry.

I didn't know this - but I was irritated they moved it into the middle of the yard where I mowed, so I went out there later, picked it up and hoisted it onto my shoulder , carried it to another tree and put it up against the tree.

My son was blown away the old man could do that.

That may have bought me a couple of years mileage of him not smarting off to me. We had a " if your feeling froggy , jump" moment about a year ago when I took his cell phone away from him. I had to put on a brave face because I was pretty sure he'd whip my ass just on endurance alone, but that limb moving moment took him down a few notches....at least until I fall and break my hip or something.

sardis wrote:

eCat wrote:about 4 months ago a windstorm came thru and knocked off a 13 foot long branch off of our cedar tree ( I measured it because I thought a straight piece of cedar might be worth something - its not)

at any rate, thinking it might be worth something, I got the chainsaw out and cleaned it up and asked my son to take all the branches away to our brushpile. So he thinks that means the 13 foot long piece. So he and his friend - a portly boy that's never met a donut he didn't like attempted to pick it up and carried it about 10 feet before dropping it and deciding it was too heavy to carry.

I didn't know this - but I was irritated they moved it into the middle of the yard where I mowed, so I went out there later, picked it up and hoisted it onto my shoulder , carried it to another tree and put it up against the tree.

My son was blown away the old man could do that.

That may have bought me a couple of years mileage of him not smarting off to me. We had a " if your feeling froggy , jump" moment about a year ago when I took his cell phone away from him. I had to put on a brave face because I was pretty sure he'd whip my ass just on endurance alone, but that limb moving moment took him down a few notches....at least until I fall and break my hip or something.

They could have carry it out, they're just too lazy and give up easy because they don't give a shit where the debris lies.

We, on the other hand, want it out of there so bad that we would risk a bad back and heart attack to get it out of there.

eCat wrote:I was thinking that was a pretty high bar for any man at any age

LOL...now that I think about it - cart..I don't know wtf I was thinking. I was picturing you in some wheelbarrow or something

AlabamAlum wrote:I remember making fun of guys who would feel tired after walking 18.


I have my own cart now with my name on it and everything.

hedge wrote:Somehow I'm getting the picture of Cletus in the men's locker room at his club, telling the attendant "Oh, Porterhouse, look at the wax buildup on those shoes! This is fine leather, I want that wax stripped off there, and I want them creamed and buffed with a fine shammy (sic), and I want them now, chop chop!"

hedge wrote:"Bob O'Link, where I play, is an all mens club that is extremely laid back and shit like that could get you kicked out. It's a great place."

Sounds like the Chevy Chase's and Al Czervik's left Bushwood (Winnetka) and formed their own club. I wonder if they said "My father never liked you" as they bid their goodbyes. Great name for a golf club, BTW...