Saturday, February 28, 2015

Photo memories

"Good morn'n Billy Bob, how are ya"???

Well let me tell ya how I are. Git yerself a cup of coffee an' have ya a seat. I ain't worth a crap....how do that suit ya?
Last night was my second night that my eyes was mess'n with me. Oh shoot, I can see Ok, but they feel like I was in a Deming, New Mexico sand storm.....burn like hell. Water is run'n out 'em. all red an' itches like hell.
Long story short, I didn't sleep any at all last night. I was sit'n here cry'n like a whooped step child. Eye fix it stuff did no good.
Ha, I look like I been on a 3 day drunk. An' I ain't been drunk in a hunnert years.  

Man boy howdy, watch'n photos flash up on the computer screen (screen saver) sure do bring back some great memories. Shoot, I been all over the place. Ya see, I got all my photos in one folder. Ha, named it "photos". My screen saver is set up to show me them photos in random order. One minute I'm in Las Vegas, Nevada an' a few seconds later I'm fish'n at the "danc'n trees" in north Georgia.
Anyhows, I sit here an' watch them photos for HOURS last night....weren't a damn thing on the TV. I feeled good watch'n my screen saver flash'n memories at me an' then do'n me some think'n bout all them places I been in the last 13 years. Just think'n here....I been right bout 90,000 miles in that time.

My first 3 years was travel'n all over the place in Alice. We didn't mess around, we traveled. Right at 45,000 miles in them 3 years an' hunnerts of "places of interest". State parks, national parks....Walmarts an' Taco Bells. Also a whole bunch of places of UNinterest. Have ya ever been to the state of Kansas? I made a special trip to Kansas one time....just to see Dodge City. Dodge City sucks. They had a rodeo I went to. Shoot, they cain't even ride a cow but for a few seconds in Dodge City.

I used to ride cows ya know. Not big cows....but cow puppys. Soon as mama cow wold drop that cow puppy on the ground, I was put'n on my rid'n gear. In bout 3 or 5 days, that puppy was ready to ride. As soon as mama cow would head off to the other side the corral to talk with the girls, I was climb'n aboard me a cow puppy. I'm gonna be a rodeo star.....Yeee Har!!! 6 year old rambunctious little boys think like that ya know.

Oh oh, here come mama cow. An' she pissed. I run like hell lickity split for the fence. I gotta git out of here right now. I'm halfways under that fence an'....she got me. Sent me to sail'n. One them barb wire thingys got me too. I'm scream'n "MOMS". You folks new to Billy Bob's Place don't know Moms do ya?

Got me another fix it list started. 'Sally da house" needs some attention. Ya see, I was git'n in one them basement compartments look'n for bicycle parts. Hmmm....that don't look right. The big slide out is sit'n too low an' a piece of trim stuff is all bended up an' the bottom seal is tore. Almost 3 years ago, we had this slide out sit'n on a bench table. Replac'n some rotted flooring in the kitchen. Well guess what, the slide out needs to sit on a bench table again. That trim piece an' seal will be replaced...or Billy Bob fixed. A 1/2 inch will be added to the bottom of the slide floor. Raise it up that 1/2 inch ya know. The bedroom slide has a "sit too low" situation too. That one, the bed has to be completely disassembled to get to all the stuff that make it go in an' out. Replace a tore seal too. "Sally da house" has got to last as long as I do. She needs fixed. Well made slide outs wouldn't need no fix'n.

Shoot, I'm sleepy....see ya laters.



Friday, February 27, 2015

Sleep sleep sleep.....no no no Billy Bob

"So Billy Bob, how did that nap work out for ya"?
Well boy howdy, let me tell ya...Billy Bob's house is set a blaze with sleep, sleep, sleep. It all started last night after I eat me up half a grilled pizza. Digerno...how ever the hell ya spell it, riz'n crust supreme pizza.   On a Weber grill, a pzza can be expected to come out perfect ever time. An' last night was a "ever" time. Ha, did ya notice??? I add me some "season'n" to that pizza supper.

Sit'n here at the computer watch'n some news on the TV (6pm) an' see'n what drama I could find on Facebook....I doze off. Damn that pizza was good. Well shoot, I got me a comfortable "that chair" over there, the Lazy Boy recliner, I'll just go sit in that chair for a bit. I'm sound asleep....pooof, just like that. I wake up to some god awful program I would never ever watch....the news is 5 hours behind me. I feed the cats that chicken noodle soup. Sadie Mae go outside for a bit. I'm flip'n channels. I'm sound asleep. I turn the morn'n news on at bout 6:15. Coffee is brewed up....I'm gonna have me a good day. I'm sound asleep. I wake up to a bunch of dad gum wimmins scream'n shit on one them wimmin's programs. It's 11:30am. Added up an' calculated, that right at bout 14 hours sleep in 17 hours.

Yesterday was a good day. Not a whole bunch done, but outside was a nice place to be. The bicycle is fixed. Shifts into all the gears. The chain has been lengthened. Handlebars an' seat readjusted. It's once again a rideable bicycle. Frank will be happy.

On my second mug of coffee an' a few them smoke thingys....I got to think'n.....Damn, the "billy jeep" could use some attention at the end of a water hose. I warsh that sucker. Only 3 10 minute breaks required. Her is pretty again. Well, almost. By the time I get to the point of warsh'n the wheels an' tires, my back is slap wored out.....I ain't gonna make it. Hint hint nephew Frank...warsh my wheels. Now all I need is somebody to pick up tools an' clean the inside. Hint hint nephew Joseph....are ya busy???

I laid Alice on her side. I'm think'n I could put that little piece of trim on there. Measures are took, a light pencil line is drawed.....NO NO, don't do that. "Well just why the hell not"? Paint, that's the why the hell not. One place I ain't looked at paint is Ace Hardware, or some of them big box stores over there In Corpus Christi could possibly have the right color. Alice is on hold. Corpus Cristi patiently awaits.

Ok, we gonna shut this thing down an' do some much needed housework. God I hate warsh'n dishes.     

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Eat at McDonalds, I'll never do that again...sheesh!!!, thought I was gonna die.

It don't really make much matter what I say.....I'm gonna change my mind at some point down the road a piece.
"Jist you wait an' see, he will".

When what I have to say, is used as a talk'n point to the opposite of how I feel in a attempt to make me feel better, that ain't right. I think in reality, of things go'n on around me, not some rare occasion that I might live forever. It don't work that way. This is 2015, people live longer than they did a few years back. But that sure as hell don't mean "everbody" is gonna live a healthy life to see 100. If'n I ain't somewhat healthy, I don't want nuttin to do with it. I'm look'n, cross'n fingers an' shit, to see a "happy" 85, but if'n things don't change in my life....well you know how that's gonna works out. Git over it. I'm just like everbody else.

I've knowed plenty people that lived up into their 80's....an' longer. So what's the big deal bout that? If'n ya lay in your death bed in pain for 10 years, what is the accomplishment? 

Great grandpa John, 91. Grandpa, 93. Dad, 85. Uncle Luke, 85. Aunt Myrt, bout 84..??. Last time I talk to Aunt Evelyn....94. That's the "P" side of the family. All in aches an' pains. An' there's still a couple of us left.

I've said this before an' I'm gonna say it again...when I had my open heart surgery, they killed me. Ha, I 'member that nice nurse tell me I was gonna be a grand spank'n new man after surgery. Sure do wish that girl could see me today. I freak'n got old overnight....pooof, just like that. Stuff pop'n up all over the place what ain't supposed to happen until after you dead. But then I'm 73 year old. That's right on the edge of OLD. ...things happen when ya get old. Ha...."shit happens".
BUT.....I ain't nearly as bad as some other "old folks" I know in their 60's an' 70's. These ain't rare occasions...they reality. I ain't skeered to think in reality.
"What the hell did I just say"????

While I'm on the subject, I'm not skeered to pass on, an' it don't bother me a bit to talk bout it. No I'm not complain'n bout "that day" like some people think. Shoot, I've done bout everthing I ever wanted to do....an' then some. Well wait a minute, I ain't broke 80 on the golf'n course an' I ain't got my first "hole in one" yet. Now there are rare occasions, I might complain a bit once in a while bout all these damn aches an' pains I got go'n on. Ha, us old folks do that ya know. I asked a few old men on occasion, "how ya do'n" or "how are ya"? My god, it took 'em a hour to 'splain to me how they was do'n. Don't never ask a old folk how they do'n.

Alice project.....
I don't like the color. Period, I don't like the color. Tiffin Motor Homes ain't NEVER painted a motorhome this color. See that tan building over there, that's the right color. But....that color ain't available in spray cans.
See what I'm talk'n bout???

Oh stop yer bitch'n. Until this project is finished, I'll be post'n pictures an' do'n me some talk'n bout it.
I went to the auto parts store yesterday. Look'n at stick on pinstrip'n. They don't got what I need. Not even close. And Alice has got to have pinstriping. But anyhows, I don't like that color. I'm tak'n a slight break on Alice to do some think'n bout that. Before pinstriping is installed, I can repaint. After..."no way Jose".

Oh yeah, I went to Walmart an' the Shell station yesterday. A very nice comfortable enjoyable ride. Now let me tell ya...don't ever, don't never, eat a hamburger at McDonalds in a Walmart. That $6 dollar meal deal, the hamburger was the same size as a "dollar menu" hamburger ya get at Burger King. Love my Burger King. An' it taste terrible.....cardboard meat. I did me some alka seltzer 3 times last night before my stomach calm down. Got my meds an' I got me a inspection sticker on the "billy jeep". I'm good for another month on meds an' a year on the inspection. I know how to fix shit....Yeeee Haw!!! Brake light light right up when that guy push the brake peddle. Thank ya very much Mr. Google.

It's a nice day outside this morn'n. A few more degs out there, you gonna find me outside sit' in a camp chair sip'n up a cup. Shoot, I could even do a warsh job on the "billy jeep". Today IS Thursday right? The next cold front is due this afternoon. Brrrrrrr....I can hardly wait. More damn winter cold weather for a couple days. But let me tell ya bout Sunday an' Monday. Try 80 degs. Not only is that perfect spring weather, it's perfect weather for a great golf'n day. Now if'n I was to find me a partner to meet up at the golf course Monday morn'n....hint hint. I would even furnish that partner with a wonderful Mexican dinner at the eat 'em up Mexican food eat'n place. Hint hint!!!
Ok, I'm gonna go outside. Sip me up a cup an' do me some think'n.

Oh wait, somebody ask me the name of the ship I was on dur'n the Cuban Crisis (1962). It was the USS Dupont DD 941 out of Norfolk Va.


Wednesday, February 25, 2015

I ain't say'n nuttin today.....yeah right!

Some days, an' today is one of 'em.....I just don't give a care. I weren't even gonna write this much, but I was figger'n, if'n I don't write something, I'm gonna break some young lady's heart.

 Speak'n of writ'n.....
When we was cruis'n the seas all about Cuba dur'n the Cuban Crisis, an' then bout 6 or 8 months in the Mediterranean Sea,  I would write me a letter to the love of my life at least onest a day. I don't remember what young lovers like us would write about back in them days, before email, but them letters was heavy. Four or five pages of scribble scribble scribble an' a few pictures. 40 years later in life, I fount her liv'n in a little mountain town in California. In a box in the back of a closet, she had stashed my letters. She's "rest'n" on a hillside over look'n a beautiful green valley. I know that hillside an' beautiful valley, 'cause ever time I'm anywheres close in that area, I go see her an' we have us a little talk. That's been a while though. I rekon ya would call that closure.

On Google Blogger, I stash all my writ'ns so's on a cold winter day, I can go back an' read 'em from time to time. Shoot, I did me some pretty good adventurous, excit'n an' funny stuff back then an' throughout my life.
What I'm git'n at is, I ain't got much stuff to write bout no more. Nuttin adventurous, nuttin excit'n an' nuttin funny anyhows. Some people show up an' read this stuff I write every day . Others are long gone.....poooof, gone just like that. Think'n they got their computers repossessed by Walmart or Bank of America.

The daily stuff I write bout is just like any other old fart on his last leg would write bout. His aches an' pains. What he eat for supper. His thoughts. When ya get up in age an' ya cain't do much stuff no more....you are on yer last leg.  But, just like today, I'll sit here an' write something, even though I don't want to write nuttin bout daily shit an' a bunch of nonsense.
"Ha Billy Bob, ya gotta write something. Don't wanna break no hearts".   

Man boy howdy, this "Alice" project is piss'n me off. There is tons of stuff go'n on that ain't right. When ya get down to the nitty gritty of build'n something, nerves are a factor. From this photo, you can see we at nitty gritty mode....finish details. The easy part is done.

Ya see, I was put'n this little bitty piece of wood on the new paint job to build a door. It has to be perfectly straight. I put that dad gum piece of wood in 14 places before nervously find'n the line where it supposed to go. Super glue all over the place. *It cleaned up, you will never see it.* Two exterior doors have been trimmed out. Even looks like real doors.....unless ya git up close an' inspect my work. Eight compartment doors yet to be trimmed out.
The "hey look at me" cosmetic pinstipe decals are yet to be installed. If'n I git really pissed off, there will be no pinstripe decals. Clearance lights? Well yeah....3/32 by 1/4 inch plastic. Nitty gritty gonna take some time.
An' I don't know how much time I have left. 

While I was sit'n here yesterday freez'n slap to death (43 degs outside), feel'n sorry for myself (a rambl'n mind) an' nuttin to do, I pick up some hobby tools. The new paint job is finished...."don't have no more wrecks Billy Bob". The bumpers are installed an' I did some nitty gritty to the rear end.

 It don't look like much work was involved, but hours was spent on that rear end. Have ya ever builded a set of red plastic tail lights?

When I was talk'n bout that last leg, I been think'n a lot bout that lately. Up to 2008 when I had my heart surgery, I was quite active. I did stuff....ride a dad gum bicycle, climb up mountains....walk out to the car.....stuff like that. I dreamed adventure. I turned most all situations into something excit'n. I think of grandpa when he was on his last leg. I remember old neighbors on their last leg. I recall the pain an' suffer'n they went through. Remember when I tole ya what Dr. Fronkinstink say to me. "Did you expect your surgery to last forever"? I only got bout 3 more years accord'n to him (10 years). Damn I hope I can make a lie'n doctor out him. But anyhows, when ya get in yer 70's, you ain't got a whole lot of time left. Ya don't make no "long term" plans. *Old school reasoning here* Be'n in pain ever day don't help make good thoughts. 

My best think'n time comes after the sun goes down an' there ain't no roadside noise to distract ya. This puts the time right bout midnight here in Sinton, Texas.....after the dogs an' burros go to sleep. Texas ain't a quiet state ya know. I thinked again last night. All the ways up till I see sunshine on the horizon. It was a complete waste. No decisions was made. No travel thoughts were touched on. All I wanted was something to eat....an' a fresh pot of brew.
Accord'n to my think'n last night, my life as a adventurer is over. But then, today is a new day....think'n changes.

"Don't think Billy Bob, do something". Dad gum cold weather. I need sunshine an' warmth.

Ok, I done said much much more than I was want'n to say. Ha...let yer fingers do the walk'n...all over the keyboard.

Hmmmmm.....shower, Walmart an' the Shell station.
Sounds good to me.....laters.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Paint an' body shop blues

Holy cows.....paint stinks. Paint also curdles....itty bitty bumps where it's supposed to be slick like a baby's butt cheeks. My time spent at the paint shop went well.....that is until I see these little bumps show up all over the side of of the new paint job on Alice. Alice was loaded back on the flatbed trailer an' returned to the body shop for the removal of her "diaper rash" paint job. Man boy howdy, that was some tedious work. The paint drys at a fast rate, so the sand'n, sand'n, an' sand'n was not too bad. Come out better than expected. A new coat of paint was applied an' you'll never see it. Looks good from my house.
Oh Oh....baby's butt cheeks is got a pimple or two. Damn....

But, all them dad gum paint fumes, they make me sick. An' when I get sick, I take a nap. My god, I musta sleep 6 hours yesterday afternoon an' early even'n. With a wonderful supper in between. At bed time (1am), I weren't at all sleepy. Watch some crap on the TV an' when them 10 minute commercials come on, I do me some sip'n up a cup, fire'n up a smoke an' do'n me some indepth think'n. My god, I'm think'n till 3:30am an' I still ain't sleepy. Caffeine does not effect my sleep patterns. But "hot" stuff do. Shoot, I 'member a time I fall slap asleep with a hot cup in my hands. Spill that hot stuff on my lap an' come wide awake in nuttin flat.

Anyhows, all that think'n last night didn't do nuttin but give me a slight case of depression to start off another day with.

Now, bout the old Billy Bob build'n the "Coyote" (41' Formosa Ketch sail'n boat). The hull, there is no way in hell I could ever build the hull an' make it look right. I said yesterday that there are plans online, but they ain't really plans like you would find in a boat build'n place. The hull of "Coyote" was fiberglass an' the hull of the model would also be fiberglass. Get'n the same shape on both sides....Oh my god, how do ya do that? The cost for materials an' remote control equipment would be sit'n right on a $800 or $1000 bill.
Think'n here...a model of "Coyote" will be put on hold. Much more research needed.
"A helicopter Billy Bob, build a helicopter".

At 43 degs, that's cold for south Texas. When the earth split an' formed the Gulf of Mexico, winter cold was not in that picture. We should have tropical weather, not freak'n cold winter weather like up north. You know, like over there is south Florida where ya wear shorts all year long. One good thing though, we ain't in the minus temps like the rest of the country. I can live with this.  Brrrrrrr, I'm freez'n slap to death.

Ain't nuttin excit'n happen yesterday. Well, my supper was a bit excit'n. I was sit'n here think'n what to make out of a pound of hamburger. A light come on....hamburger cream of muchroom mac an' cheese casserole. I can do that, an' I did, an' it come out super good. Ate me up two plates that stuff....an' I don't eat two plates nuttin. Breaked up chocolate chip cookies with peaches in heavy syrup over 'em...that was my dessert. We eat good at Billy Bob's house.

Ok, it's late, I got to find me something to do. Laters....


Monday, February 23, 2015

Call 911, Alice is hurt

I'm gonna rekon this morn'n that adventure an' excitement comes in many shapes an' forms. Why I 'member a time many many years ago I climb my first mountain. We was outside play'n "ride that hoss", "skin that bear"....kid stuff. "Let's climb that mountain cliff Billy Bob". Ain't nuttin excit'n bout climb'n no mountain....unless something happens. It ain't no adventure unless you are dressed for the occasion. Mountain clothes. Moccasins. Coonshin cap....stuff like that. It was just another daily activity climb'n that cliff. Something like climb'n trees, throw'n rocks....pester'n the cats....kritter hunt'n. Stuff ya do every day.
Adventure an' excitement hit the instant I reach my hand over this small ledge to get me a good hand hold on the side that cliff. I been bited by a dad gum great big ol' cactus thingy lay'n on that ledge. My fingers are all stuck to that cactus thingy an' ain't no way they gonna ever come back apart. I got me a mountain cliff to git back off'n of....one handed.
I learn me a few more cuss'n words that day.

Ok......so this ain't the adventure an' excitement yer talk'n bout. It was a adventure to ME. An' if'n someone else was writ'n this, I would git myself all excitis read'n bout it.

I was paint'n round them winders with a Sharpie permanent marker. It sliped...I got black Sharpie on my new paint job. Now how the hell do ya get Sharpie off'n a paint job? Alcohol, ya use alcohol. Very careful, with a cue tip, I apply a dab of alcohol an' start to scrub that Sharpie mark. Damn, more Sharpie appears on the paint job. Then some more. It's mask an' touch up paint time. The paint don't match. Maybe nobody will ever see it. I'm done. Screw up #1 for the day.

     Can ya see it???

Screw up #2.....
A while later, I'm prepar'n my supper. This dad gum office chair is in my way. I give it a little shove. Alice is sit'n on the hobby table. The office chair runs slap into the hobby table....Alice is on the floor. She's cry'n...."I broke my leg". Carefully pick'n Alice up off'n the floor, I examine her for damage. Oh my god, she done broke her back. The back end cap has come slap loose. Little wood splinters stick'n out. I calls 911...."Alice broke her back". Amblamce shows up an' take Alice to the hospital for immediate surgery. That's why there ain't no pictures of her broke back. All left side winders will be masked off an' a brand spank'n new paint job on that side is in order. Grrrrrrr....all 'cause of a dad gum nervous Sharpie pen slip.

Boy howdy let me tell ya bout supper. Pan fried pork chop, fried taters, warmed over buttered corn an' some the best white gravy ya ever eat. Even Sadie Mae thought it was delicious. Now maybe my eyes will straighten up an' start work'n right an' just maybe, these dad gum nerves will calm down an' not slip with a Sharpie. I'm a very nervous person ya know. Ha....you should watch me try to thread a needle. By the time I git it threaded, I done forget what I was gonna sew.

It's cold again today (42 degs right now). More expected come Thursday. I'm think'n I'll just stay inside "da house" an' deal with it the best I can.

It was suggested in the comments yesterday that "why don't ya build a model of the Formosa sailboat ya lived on"? This idea has been on my mind for quite a few years. Now where on earth would I put a 41 foot sailboat in a 35 foot motorhome? I'm run'n slap out of room. Poor airplane is stowed in a compartment under "Sally da house". But....I know I ain't gonna build no helicopter 'cause of the expense of repairs after a crash. You crash helicopters ya know, not fly 'em. But there is a possibility I would build a sailboat. It would HAVE to be built remote control, just in case I ever get close to water again. Talk'n fresh water here. Ya don't put boats in salt water.

Ok, I got to meet up with the paint shop guy here in a bit. We work'n on a motorhome, not a freak'n sailboat.

Have ya ever took pain relievers an' ya got immune to 'em? These Advils ain't do'n their thing no more. I'm back to aspirins, an' they ain't do'n their thing neither. Dad gum bulldozers!!!

I'm gone....have ya a nice day.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Oh no, you didn't......Oh yes he did

Well shoot, I was just sit'n here look'n at that can of paint an'....."why not"?

The color you see is not the color you see. Due to the dullness in my liv'n room, the glare from the winders, my attitude an' no sunshine outside, this is what ya git.

Remember this......?????

Then I was just sit'n here an' I got to think'n......hope the winders come out right. So's I break out tape, a paint pen (fine tip) an' I paint me some rubber winder seals. Remove the winder protective film an' this is what I end up with. Not perfect, but in my book, close enough.

But, you would be safe to bet a dollar, the old Billy Bob is gonna do him some touch up round them winders.
What ya think bout that hood??? Today I rekon I'll be do'n all them other winders. Maybe build some compartment doors on the sides. It's look'n more like Alice ever day.
Dang, how comes my camera ain't show'n the right color???? 

TV.....now let me tell ya bout over the air broadcast TV in south Texas. Ya don't watch it unless you absolutely have to. I'm talk'n junk tv. Since the Ferguson episode up in Missouri, PBS is broadcast'n what I call "racial" programs....they tag white people as trash an' pin gold stars on the blacks. It would be fine with me to be called trash once a week, but every night???? Then they run a good Nova program one night....an' then run the same program bout 3 more nights. Shoot, I done seen that. We have Mexican channels in south Texas. Well DUH!!!, the border is right over there. I have 28 channels on my TV, but in reality, I can only understand what they say on bout 6 or 8 of 'em. We have duplicate channels. ABC, ABC, CBS, CBS, NBC, NBC, FOX, FOX....see what I'm talk'n bout? Anyhows, TV sucks.

Now you talk bout some good eat'n. I grill me up a chicken leg quarter last night with bbq sause, along with a grilled tater with grill marks. Not baked tater, a grilled tater cut in half. A can of buttered corn rounded out a great meal. I usually don't put this much effort into a meal, be'n all by myself an' all. An' it take only 5 minutes or so (15 min) to eat it up. No Alka Seltzer required.

I'm in a mind freeze. Dad gum thing don't think bout nuttin but fix'n stuff an' model motorhomes. This will be the last one these suckers I build. I cain't recolleck the last time I got to think'n bout "go'n down the road a piece". I ain't thought bout the "bubba boat" an' fish'n, I ain't thought bout the Grand Canyon an' all them desert lands I love out west.....mountains an' cactus. Dry lake beds....dy'n of thirst. I ain't even give much thought bout go'n back to Georgia for a family visit. Maybe I need to go down to the bar, git sop'n drunk an' talk to some young people an' strike up a conversation bout retirement an' travels all over the country in a motorhome. I been to the Grand Canyon ya know. A magnificent piece of artwork. 

Ok, I didn't fix nuttin yesterday, so nuttin there to write about. Oh wait, I started cut'n Sadie Mae's hair. Sheesh, it's gonna take a week.

Ok, I'm out of here....gotta find something to do.