Undecided mind

Well, from the title of this post, you must be wondering what old Billy Bob is up to today. It has everything to do with the rights of a full fledged American citizen. In other words, I'm exercising my first amendment right to "change my mind". Oh wait, is that a first amendment right? Well, I don't give a rat's if it is or not, but I have changed my mind again.

That jeep what I was gonna park is going to Georgia with me and my little red Bronco II is gonna sit right where it are. Here what I gonna do and why. The vibration in the front end is caused by a bad pinion bearing in the front rear end....don't know what else to call it. So I'm gonna remove the front drive shaft what will make it a two wheel drive instead of four wheel drive. I have to mechanically inclined boys in Georgia that will help my make all the repairs needed to make "that jeep" into what it was intended to be....a stock 4x4 Jeep Grand Cherokee Limited.

Oh, while I'm think'n bout it.....why don't people understand rednecks??? Some people think of rednecks as rebels, southerners, backwood country folk, uneducated, beer guzzl'n drunks, junk collectors, radicals and numerous other names. But it ain't so. It take a lot of work to be a real redneck....and skool'n to boot. They have a language of their own what most people cain't comprehend. They spell words like they sposed to sound.

Rednecks spend more money on cars than them middle class rich folks do. When a redneck buy an old 1965 Ford pick up truck, he keeps it....for spare parts and stuff. They lose the trade in value. The reason ya see 'em sit'n on blocks in the back yard is 'cause them wheels and tires is gonna fit the new 1968 Ford pick up truck. In bout a year of so, and a couple hunert mile, they in the market for another new Ford pick up truck. Rednecks don't buy brand spank'n new pick up trucks 'cause they know old is better. And ya don't have to wash 'em.

Boy howdy is the wind blow'n today. I were gonna go outside, sit on "da porch" sip'n a cup and do some think'n, but damn.....it blow'n 30 mph and gust'n to a hunert.....or something like that.

One last thing for the day....did I mention the wind was blow'n??? Well, let me tell ya bout some wind. Since this morn'n, it has really cranked up. Cord'n to the weather guys, it were 37 mph with 60+ mph gusts  in town where the trees and stuff knock it down a bit. They done closed down all the major highways, I-10 and Silver City highway where old Billy Bob is at. "Da porch" has almost a 1/4 inch sand on it and it not much better in "Sally da house". Sheesh, If'n I ever come back to Deming again, I hope it snows for a week.

Skint me up two then rainbow trough and throw "em in a skillet with some onion, a can of diced maters and my special trout seasons. Didn't remember what they were, so I improvised. Hot damn, it were gooood.