It cold in here

Boy howdy....it's cold in here. Bout 6am right on the dot, Lug Nut was do'n his danc'n act this morn'n want'n out NOW. He was in need....mark bushes and stuff. Well, I says...."turn on the heat and make some coffee". Ok. But I ain't got no heat. Propane gone...pooof....just like that. Hmmmmm....where it at??? Leak out Billy Bob...ya got a leak. Do ya suppose that why my BIG tank run out?

Any hows, now I have a good excuse to put in the slide outs, pick up the rest my junk, hook up "that jeep" and hit the road. Or...I could run down to the propane sell'n place and buy some more propane....but shoot, it gonna leak out too. Yeah, I know, leak test'n time.

Did I tell ya bout what I did yesterday? Had only three things to do...put some gas in "that jeep", fill my water jugs and dump the trash. I pull up to the gas pumps....no problem. Then I go's round to get water....big motorhome block'n the faucets. So's I head over to the dumpster....unbuckle my safety harness (seat belt), shut the engine off, climb out and open the back door where the trash bags at....hey, where my trash??? Forgot it...back at da house. Sheesh!!!....get'n old sucks.

Will be back laters....got some stuff to do. Head'n to da pond.

9:30am....well shoot, that didn't take long. Only thing left to do is dismantle the satellite dish and hoop up "that jee[". So....I'm out of here!!!!

3:30PM....well I want ya lookie here. I done been all over southern Ca....well all that is between El Centro and Yuma Az. Then I went to some God forsak'n lake what was suggested by a fellow camper...Mitrey Lake or something like that. Went I got there...I see water...way the hell over there. Drove for miles look'n for a space big enough for "Sally da house" but there weren't none. All fill up with Prevo's and Greyhound busses. Then....there weren't no place to turn around....I mean none. Drove all the way to the Yuma Test Grounds before I was able to turn this long sucker back the other way. Pull in one spot I thought I might stay at for a few days. Hey...the water is 1/4 mile away and is that mud I see over there?

So's....here what I done. Left Mitrey Lake the same way I came in and drove a few miles to "da pond". That where I am and that where I gonna stay....till they tell me I have to go. But....Hazel told me most of the spots were empty....that what she said. Well, old Billy Bob is parked right next to the road what ain't no park place. But it is now....till the run me off....or a better site come available. Almost turn "Sally" over com'n down that hill back there. Sheesh....wrong entrance.

I don't know what happen between last year and now, but there are reeds...or what ever they call them...all growed up in my "secret hole". Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob??? I were think'n blow'n up that rubber boat under my bed and go'n out there and cut them suckers down. But who gonna help old Billy Bob out the water? I sure's hell don't wanna drown in 4 feet water.

Gonna catch me a fish!!!!

Sneak'n out

I were gonna sneak out of here but I got caught load'n up stuff. Here come three people say'n..."what ya think you're do'n"??? Turn out, we had a big spaghetti dinner tonight around a blaz'n campfire. Twenty one showed up when they hear "free food". While around the campfire, some lady popped the question. "Are  ya leaving tomorrow with out say'n good bye"? To keep with the tradition of old Billy Bob I says..."if'n the spaghetti don't make me sick, yes I'll be pull'n out tomorrow". That when the cook lit into me with both feet. I were jis kid'n...sheesh!!!

If things go as planned, I can hook up "that jeep" and be on the road by bout 11am. Get that other eye open ya know. Still have to dump my tanks, fill up with propane and add some fuel to "Sally da house". Figger that take right bout an hour what would put me in Yuma a few hours later....just in time to catch my dinner....with out a fish license. Yes, I gonna get one....only not today.

Although, I do hate to leave all these nice people. But damn, I been here long enough. Lug Nut ain't gonna be happy bout leaving. That dog knows everyone at the slabs in a half mile radius from home. Surprisingly, they all know his name. Word travels fast at the slabs. Sadie could care less where we are...as long as she is sit'n under my chair out on "da porch" where I'm sip'n a cup and think'n.

May make a post tomorrow....but don't lose any sleep over it. When I get x'citis, I'll let ya know.

Still bask'n at the slabs

Ok....who broke into my WIFI??? I were sit'n here mind'n my own business and I see my modem lights were fliker'n like crazy...what the hell???...I weren't online. Then when I went to get online, my wifi was no longer secured. Someone done hack me. Now how the hell they do that???

An old injury come back to haunt me yesterday, what put me out of commission most the day. Ya see, it's like this....many year ago I hurt my back purty bad. Spent some time in the hospital, a hunnert chiropractors twist'n and pop'n stuff, pain pills by the mouth full, 6 months on the floor and "special" massages. That were the first time.....then it happen again...two more time. One time ya injure a back, it there for the rest of your life. Ain't no two way bout it.

Holy Crap....it's rain'n. Bet this don't last long.

Well I run that "da house" propane tank plumb empty last night....right in the middle of fix'n something to eat. Now for some people this would would be a tragic disaster...ya know, like a hurricane or an earthquake or something like that. But old Billy Bob come to the slabs prepared. Hook up 5 gallon tank, regulator and hose and back to cook'n in 5 minutes.

Ain't no good news. Tried them all...ABC, NBC, MSNBC, CBS, FOX, HUFFINGTON POST...all them. But I get a kick of all the comments "we the people" have to say. It's really scary the way my neighbor talks bout me, call'n me names and stuff. Oh...they mentioned your name too. A sad day is a com'n in this country. Not that it ain't sad now, but ya just wait and see...all hell gonna break loose. Then who ya gonna blame it on???

Rain gone...poooof....just like that. Can ya measure rainfall by drops???

Neighbor lady come over this morn'n and let the dogs out....then she waked me up. Now what with that??? I done tell her I weren't interested in no hanky panky stuff. Sheesh!!! Very nice lady.....but.

Ain't do diddly squat

That what I gonna do....nuttin.

Had an old ugly "tom" cat live in the basement one time what were call Clyde. He were the biggest old tom cat I ever saw....and mean...let me tell ya. When that cat bite ya, ya knowed ya was bit.....blood and stuff. He come out from under a box of something and just bite ya for no reason. Well, I took a lik'n to that old cat. Start talk'n to him....."gd cat", "here kitty...gd cat", "oh shit...gd cat", "git off me....gd cat. He attack who ever go in the basement and that where I did my "mak'n stuff" and think'n.  After a while he would just sit there and stare at me with them big ol' green eyes....then he would come out and say "ya wanna fight"???

Bought a house up in the holler and stated mov'n in. Every time we go back to the old place for another load, there was Clyde sit'n on the porch...just look'n.....ready to strike.....like a snake. A week went by and the kids were ask'n bout old Clyde..."are we gonna go back and get Clyde"? Well we did. I still carry the marks to prove it.

Clyde jump out the car and look around...."is this my new house"??? He inspect everything. Then he start mark'n stuff....."this is mine"....squirt...."this is mine too"....squirt. He done mark every bush, tree and fence post on the place. Since there weren't no basement, Clyde slept in the kitchen...or any other place he felt fit to plant hisself. Ya didn't mess with Clyde.

In the holler lived a pack of wild dogs what would roam day and night kill'n anything they could find. Chickens, turkeys, gooses, stray cats and little dogs. Well Clyde done mark his territory and that was his. He lit into one them dogs and send that dog down the road....just like that. Then he got a nuther one. Weren't no time at all and them wild dogs were gone...never see them again.
Clyde was a good cat.

Did up the dishes yesterday so it was a good day. Sit outside on "da porch", soak up some sunshine, sip'n a cup and think'n.

Billy Bob ain't feel'n so good so he ain't in no hurry to load up "Sally da house" and move. So....don't get to think'n that just 'cause I say I gonna go somewhere or do something that it gonna happen right now. Neighbor lady come over and says, "Billy, you look like ya gonna die". "Are ya eating"??? "Doughnuts aren't food". "What's that smell"??? "When the last time you took a bath"??? "Do you want me to rub your back"??? "You need to walk"!!! That did it....I ain't gonna walk no where. What the hell is she think'n? 

Got myself up early this morning....just 'cause. It ain't like I have something press'n to do today, Just another day. But I been think'n....

Remember when????

What we gonna talk bout today??? How bout we just ramble for a while and see what come up?

Didn't post the last two days 'cause there weren't nuttin to say...didn't do a damn thing other than read and play golf on "da playstation". Plus, I feel like crap. Two days I have blood pressure problems, but they seem to be just fine this morning. Been cold all over and stay inside....feet feel like ice burgs. Then I had a headache. Found out it was from my hair tie thingy too tight. Now I'm hungry.

Did I ever tell ya bout the time......I were liv'n on my boat with a little dog name JoJo. Now JoJo were a special dog. Did pretty much what he wanted to do....run the docks hunert mile a hour....pee on every thing in sight....talk to the neighbors...waller in old dead fish..... He were a dog!!! Here a link to "JoJo Super Dog".

Speak'n of writ'n.....back when I lived on the boat, I had a web site call Barnacle Bill's Place. Wrote a couple stories ya might find amusing.... click here.

I'm bout out of propane again. Been stay'n myself too comfortable and warm. But I plan't it that way. What I were gonna do is run slap out and have to go to town for more, but head to Yuma since town is on the way.

Today I rekon I better go outside and load up all the junk I got lay'n on the ground since I ain't com'n back. Boy howdy, how the hell I got so much stuff lay'n on the ground. Gonna take a couple hour to put it all away. But then, I ain't got nuttin but time anyhows. What the hurry???

My Grandpa

Grandpa climbed on the Greyhound bus headed for Las Vegas with change jingl'n  in his pocket. It weren't the first time and weren't the last. He were a gambl'n man....blackjack. Every time he work out a system, he get on the bus and be gone for days on end....usually only a couple. In his valise (suitcase), he carried a loaded old timey Colt 45 cal. single action pistol and where ever Grandpa was at, that valise sat right next to him. Would he use it??? I suspect he probably would.

I asked him one time when I was growed up...bout 14 or 15, where he got it, but he never told me anything other than "remember Pancho Villa"??? That all he said. I asked him if he ever shot it. He says "one time". Seems there was an Indian in his corn field steal'n corn back in Columbus on "da ranch". He shot high just to scare the him. He said he never see a man so fast in his life. Never seen him again. Sure wish I had that old Colt 45. I got one just like it, but it's brand spank'n new and a .357...just hang'n on the wall "do'n nuttin".

Grandpa used to mix peanut butter and water together and drink it. When I asked him why he did that he says "it's medicine Billy". Holy Crap, what freak'n kind of medicine is peanut butter and water?

Grandpa came to live with me back in bout 67' or so. Under his bed he kept a big jar of peanut butter, a case of Coco Cola and that valise. Spent most his time in his room either sleep'n or sit'n on the edge of the bed look'n at stuff in that old valise....pictures and stuff. He guarded it with his life. That was all he had left.....memories and a few old pictures....and that old Colt 45.

Back at Walmart

Weren't long after that my trusty steed "jeep" got a rock or something in one his feet and we limped back to "da ranch just hobbl'n long. Couple time he stopped breath'n...kind a coughed like and then back to a full gallop.

Don't what wrong with this "that jeep this time. Yesterday a little yeller light come on say "check engine". A neighbor just happen to have a gizmo for check'n stuff like that. Cadillac converter or some crap like that. Well, "that jeep' ain't got one...somebody done stole it whiles I weren't look'n. So neighbor reset the computer and all is well. That is till I were com'n back from Walmart. Freakin engine pooted a couple times, like it was gonna quit on me....out in the middle of no where. Be walk'n.

Speak'n of Walmart....I had to go back today 'cause I didn't read the label. Here what happen....back there in the T/V section they got some games for my Play Station. Well Lord have some mercy....lookie here... that one on sale, just what I were look'n for. So's I bought it and took it home. Wait a minute here, this game don't fit my Play Station....what the hell. That why I went to Walmart again today. Got my money back and bought the right one....for more money of course. It ain't worth a flip!!!