My Little Buddy

I don’t think I have ever told the wife, “I’m going out with the guys.” or “I’m going to go hang with my buddy.”
The reason why, because she is my buddy. We do everything together. If I had a guy buddy then he would only be a friend because the best buddy spot is already taken.

This last Saturday me and my cute little buddy went to a chili cookoff not far from the house. This is our 18th cookoff this year and we still have twelve more to go to finish out the circuit. I already told everyone next year we will not be cooking as many due to time and funds. I think about 12 to 15 is enough next year. I just wanted to give this year 100% and see what would happen.
So this weekend was good, I won 2nd place and Candy got 4th. We cooked against 2 ex-world champs and 4 United States top ten chili cooks. We feel real good about the places we got. We are finally coming up in the chili world.
I have never been around such a great group of folks.

I didn’t make it to the wedding we planned to go to Saturday evening. By the time we got home, unloaded, showered, changed and headed that way it was getting late. I figured we could at least get to the reception, but we have not eaten all day and were starving. By the time ate, ran by and loaded a dish washer a friend gave me, it was almost 7:00 PM. We just could not get there and now I got some folks upset with me cause of it. Well hell, I can’t make them all.

Sunday me and my fine little buddy needed to get out and relax so we loaded up the truck and went golfing. I really wanted to go fishing, but an ex semi pro friend of mine asked us to go, so we did. We needed to get out, away from people and just have a good time. Don’t get me wrong, chili cooking is fun, but it’s tough. Golfing, as bad as I am, I don’t even care enough to be good so I have fun.
Like always, I was not hitting too good so my friend let me use his $400 driver. Ohhhh it felt good, but there is no way I would ever. All my clubs combine were either given to me or from garage sales.
A couple of practice swings (man this club felt good) address the ball, (I like this club) Here we go…..Whack, crack. What the hell? Man I spanked that ball, but looking over my shoulder, the driver broke right in half. Holly crap!
Well, now I can check this off the bucket list.
Yup, It’s right under #37. Watching the sunset in Greece, #38. Golf with a semi pro golfer and break his clubs, check.

This weeks plans are to work on the gardens, get the baby chicks out of the brooder area and get my fishing equipment out and ready.
Saturday me and my cooking buddy will be cooking in Lewisville Tx. Yall come out if you get the chance.
Then Sunday, She will be my fishing buddy and we plan to spend most of the day down at the lake under a shade tree, watching our bobbers float.

Who said life was boring when the kids all leave?

See ya on the flip side.
Jerry