Yesterday is gone...

Yesterday was a good day, but it gone....and mostly forgotten.

I say it was a good day 'cause I got my laundry washed, dried, folded and put away. That's say'n somthing. Me and Sadie Mae jumped in "that jeep" an' head 'em off to Roma...bout 15 mile down the road. But we didn't stop there. We went on to the next little town, El something or another. Fount a little clothes wash'n place an got 'er done.

Upon returning to the State Park, we rode down by the boat ramp....just look'n round ya know. Drove through all that squisshy mud (notice photo) out to a little land jut where there was some people bank fish'n.

Perfect place to launch a "bubba boat". Lot's of old dead trees stick'n out the water. There should be some 14 pounds bass up in there just wait'n for the old Billy Bob to chunk a lure in there. That may be on the agenda for today.








Weather is perfect this morn'n. Sun shin'n, no clouds to speak of, and scarcely a breeze. Although, it is still a bit chilly out there....right bout 57 degs. 'cord'n to the weather thingy. 

Ok....here come Barney......laters.

Falcon Lake State Park blues....

I really ain't in no mood this morn'n. And yesterday morn'n neither. But here goes nuttin, I'm gonna write another blog post.

I rekon the first and probably the most important item in everybody's mind this morning is "two word verification". If'n ya read as many blogs as I do, you will find....everybody is pissed off with the new change to something that worked perfect. The simplest solution is to turn the damn thing slap off. Google has an excellent spam filter, so word verification is not necessary. I'll wait right here while all ya go do that.

I ain't got much to say bout Falcon Lake that would make another rv'er pack up and head this way. Yesterday was terrible....rain and mist'n all day long....no sunshine. But.....if'n you're a fisherman, now is the time to pack up and head this way. And if'n you have a hanker'n for wild critters roam'n round in your yard, pack up and head this way. Had a whole herd of javelina in the yard this morn'n eat'n up some chunks of bread I throwed out there for the birds.

If'n ya look close, ya can see the dust from the rest of the herd in the bushes.

Speak'n of pigs, did I ever tell ya bout the time........I were liv'n in Aransas Pass, Texas back in the late 60's and we had this pig what we was gonna butcher an' eat. But first we had to catch him. Well, old Billy Bob was a pig catcher from way back, "Git out the way, I'll get 'em". I was chase that pig all over the place an' he done went up under the house....not "Sally da house". I reaches up under there and grab holt of his leg....gonna pull him right slap out from under there. Now that pig is really get'n fiesty, fight'n mad. I were sit'n on the ground pull'n with all I had, when that pig turn round and clamp his teeth on my brand spank'n new cowboy boots. Plumb near bite one heel plumb off. Papa Mike was wait'n there with a ball peen hammer to smak that pig a goodern...and get my foot loose from that pigs mouth. Pork steak, eggs an' fried taters for breakfast in da morn'n.

Today appears to be a much better day than what yesterday was. Sun is out an' got the door wide open. Sadie Mae on a rope watch'n for critters. Wind is blow'n a bit though. If'n I was to put the "bubba boat" in the water, I gonna be in Mexico in nuttin flat look'n for a way to get back to the US side. Blow'n purty good ya know.

Ain't got a thing planned for the day. Shower here in a bit, maybe see bout do'n some clothes wash'n, cruise round the park....hell I don't know. Oh, did I tell ya "that jeep" is got a new noise? Gotta love "that jeep"....keep me on my toes. Now what the hell is wrong with it???

Ok...things to do.....laters.

Google booglie booglie

Ya know what really hisses me off? People that don't know how to spell Wile E. Coyote. If they are old enough to have watched cartoons, they should know how to spell the name correctly. Now how is that for a rant to start off the day....huh?

Yup, it's pull out time in Sinton, Texas. Got the slide in, Joseph is wash'n the windershields an' the "old Billy Bob", is watch'n.....just to make sure he do a good job. I'm good at that ya know.....make sure stuff is done right. Holy cows, he's wash'n the whole font end.

What about Google? Holy cows, blogger is get'n worster every day. I thought they had all the bugs worked out and they slip in a "micky"....double word verification. Some ya may not be aware, but Google has a new privacy policy. You have no options. They collect your information. Not you back account info and stuff like that, but they know all bout the sites you visit, what online transactions you make, who you are and where you're at. The Google "eye in the sky" is on ya. Be very very careful.

Ok....I gonna cut this short so I still have room to add something later down the road a piece. Verison better work when I got to where I go'n. Would be the pits if I didn't have my internet.....like in Del Rio.

3pm .....
Well here I are at the Falcon State Park, just like I was tell'n ya, four hour. I makes me a turn into the park an' almost run slap over the OFM Barney rid'n his bicycle down the middle of the street. 

Weren't a thing happen on the trip what could be considered excit'n. Well, yeah there was. Ya see, when I get to Zapata, I turns off to the left on the highway what takes ya to Falcon State Park. Whoa lookie here, it's 4 lane.....oh wait, no it ain't. Oh Oh, they fix'n the road....for the next hunnert mile or so. Not the best fix in the world, but they got half the 4 inches deep holes filled with old smushed up beer cans, rocks and some new blacktop. Redneck fix if'n ya ask me. Poor ol' "that jeep was back the say'n...."slow this big sucker down".

Ok...I'm done for the night....

Stuck in low gear....

Although yesterday was a successful day of get'n ready for the road, there are still a few things need to be done. Procrastination does catch up to ya.

Nephew Joseph says to me this morn'n, "why is it that every time I come home, the weather sucks"? Ya see, Joe works in the oil fields all over Texas as a rigger and only comes home when the drilling is done. Make some big bucks too.

Got my blood pressure way down (115/63 pr 69) after my episode a few days ago. But I'm still feel'n the effects of the high rates. Weak, dizzy, see'n 2 of stuff, stumble round like I drinked one too many wine coolers and just plain ass lazy. Had a old boy tell me one time, tip'n his gallon jug of T-Bird, that the bible says wine is good for ya. Well I guess it is good for ya if'n ya don't feel no pain when ya fall slap on your face on the sidewalk.

Did I ever tell ya bout the time....was back in bout 63' I think. We was in New Orleans for the Marti Gras or what ever. Sit'n in a little corner bar I done figger out a pint of cheap wine was a thriftier expenditure than a couple cold beers. By sunset when the festivities begin, I had done drinked me up bout 3 them pints of cheap wine.....I were good to go.....gonna raise some hell. We hit the sidewalks....in the fresh air.....what knock me slap out. I were down for the count.....out cold. The local authorities (NOPD) throwed me in the back of a car, what I may have puked in, an' drop me off at the Naval facilities just down the road a piece. Right slap dab in front "headquarters", where all the big wig Naval officers hanged out. By the time I get back to my ship, I done been chewed up one side and down the other by every officer in the United States Navy. Some was flew in from Washington DC I think. Anyhows, this was the year old Billy Bob missed the much anticipated New Orleans Marti Gras....wash'n dishes, mop'n floors and stuff like that for the next 30 days of restriction. 

Ok, got things to do. "How the hell ya gonna wash dishes when ya ain't got no water in "da house"?

2 hour later....
"Good job Billy Bob". The dishes is done. Took 'em out in the yard and break out a water hose from the spigot out there. No, I can't use that water to fill my fresh water tank. If'n ya ever been to Sinton, Texas, ya don't drink the water. Nasty tast'n stuff. Probably got bugs an' worms an' fish scales in it.

Now I got to load up Sadie Mae in "that jeep" and head up the road to Bro in laws to return the infrared leak detector thingy....what I didn't even use. Bought my own bout the size a Marks-a-lot.
Then I'm done....ain't got nuttin else to do but hook up and go....tomorrow morn'n. Let me see.....185 miles, that be right at 4 hours with get'n fuel and propane.....and find'n a place to fill the fresh water tank. Better make it 5 hours. 

Mental deficiencies

I read lot'sof blogs every morn'n while wait'n on that other eye to open up and see the world in in a different light. After read'n some blogs for over a year, I come to the conclusion that "mental deficiencies" is rampant amoungst us.

Ok now, don't be get'n yer underdrawers in a wad over "mental deficiencies" 'cause I ain't talk'n bout my bestest blogs here. I'm talk'n bout some off the wall blogs I happen onto that most "sane" people would never click on. But what really brought this on is the difference between physical deficiencies and mental deficiencies. What would ya rather have? On my part, I'm think'n physical over mental. I would hate to think of myself cooped up in a little house, winder curtains drawed all day, doors locked, skeered of every little sound....you know what I'm talk'n bout. So what if I have to take my time do'n stuff I enjoy? So what if I can't do some the things I used to? My mind is clear.....although some folks may wonder. That's called "the ability to screw with the human mind".

It's oil change time at the "da house". Bought me up a jug of oil yesterday think'n I had enough for the motor and the Onan generator. Nope, only got 5 quarts. And only 1 filter. Off to the parts house here in a bit. If'n ya remember, old Billy Bob only change oil onest a year. That's bout 6,000 miles on the engine and a hunnert or so hours on the generator. Using synthetic oil, I'm good to go.

Camera....where my camera???

Well dag blame it, I done forget my camera today and today was a day it was needed. I seen me some purty weird look'n people. Now I ain't criticiz'n no weird people or nuttin like that, 'cause old Billy Bob can be pretty weird too sometimes. But today was an exception. Here come this plump little lady down the sidewalk, bout 200/230 pound, just pump'n away on a little 20 inches bicycle. All is fine up to this point, but every time she push a peddle down, that the way that bicycle go....left, right, left, right....you know what I'm talk'n bout. Zigzaggity down the sidewalk. Then she gives me a great big ol' grin an' let loose the handle bar for a friendly wave....almost lose it in a ditch. Then there was this guy at Walmart. Poor feller look like he done been in a fist fight with a baseball bat....and lost. Most his teeth is gone....poooof, just like that. Well, I ain't mak'n no fun 'cause he got some teeth miss'n, I got a few miss'n myself. But you should have see that "redneck" smile he was giv'n out to everybody what passed his way.....for free. It were priceless.

After a hunnert mile trip, or more, to towns....that's more than one town ya know, I got most everything what was on my list done. Oh by the way....Walmart sucks. Didn't think you'ld ever hear me say that did ya? Ever since they took out half the name brand grocery items....well, you know what I'm talk'n bout. Ain't no choice no more.  Ya see, I had me a bottle of La Choy soy sauce, or what ever the hell it is, on my list. They have La Choy items sit'n all over the place on them shelves, but where the hell is my soy sauce? There ain't none. Either Kinkymon or True Value. Grrrrrrrrr to soy sauce. And for the Jimmy Dean products. Oh they had plenty Jimmy Dean, just not the one little item what was on my list. Then there was the 500 mg aspirin I was look'n for. Yup, it was hid from consumer view...in amungst all them worthless 81 mg baby aspirins. I would have to take 10 them just to get rid of a headache, where I takes one 500mg and headache gone....pooof, just like that.

Don't nobody tell Barney that Old Fat Man that I bought me up a pair of chest waders today. Gonna surprise him when I waddle up to his camp with 'em pull up over my head. Think'n I gonna have to break out that "sew machine" an' do some adjustment on them. Do I see another high blood pressure moment com'n on? Them suckers fit plumb up to my neck. Them ain't no chest waders, they neck waders. Might sew me some pockets on 'em for carry'n some smokes an' stuff. Yeah I know...burn another hole in the "bubba boat".

Ok....got to lay down after all the excitement I had today. I'm tired to a frazzle. Oh damn, forgot to get some water. 

Life ain't easy

Boy howdy Billy Bob, you done did it again.

Ya see, I've knowed for a long time that this old body ain't gonna hold up forever and things is gonna fall apart sooner or later. Well, that is what is happen'n right now. This little episode with the high blood pressure just added to the equation, along with all the other stuff what been happen'n in the last year. Although I got my blood pressure back down to a somewhat normal level (122/70), I feel the effects it has caused. For those unfamiliar with high blood pressure, any time it goes over 170/100, it takes something out ya and it take time to get it back.

Now to top all that off, I just ran out of fresh water brew'n a pot this morn'n and my freak'n propane tank is plumb empty. But that's my fault from think'n I knowed what I was do'n. So now I got to go outside in this freez'n cold, trample through the blinding snow drifts and hook up the little 5# propane tank.......what I did. Ahhhhh!!!......Mr Buddy heater come on like magic. The water situation is a different story. Got to go downtown, fill my two 7 gallon water jugs and pump them into my house tank. Might sound easy to you, but it ain't.

I was hoping to pull out of here tomorrow (Monday), but it looks like I'm off in a dream world again. On the agenda....sounds like Obama huh, I have to make a trip to the Island (Port Aransas) to pick up my mail in hopes my new debit card is in it. If not, I got to wait till it arrives. Then I still got to make the Walmart run for the necessities of life....food and such to last for the next month. For the day of departure, fuel up "Sally da house", fill propane tanks, find a place to fill the fresh water tank and a place to dump the gray and black water tanks. I had thought bout go'n to a r/v park for a night just to take care of the water and dump, but that decision is on the back burner. But of course, I could wait till I get to Falcon Lake for all the water related tasks.