Oh Oh...git'n bored

Ain't got much to talk bout today. Seems like sometimes ya get in a rut and there ain't no way out. Got some things to do, dishes be'n one of them, but I ain't got the gumption or the "git up an' go" to do the needed things. Just like this mor'n, all I wanted to do was go outside an' sit on "da porch" sip'n up a cup before do'n my morn'n chores of read'n blogs an' post'n one my own.

While out there on "da porch", I breaks out my little Dremel tool an' continue to remove the aged gray matter from my mesquite eagle project. Out of curiosity, I applied a little polyurethane to an inconspicuous spot on the bottom. OH, OH, it gonna be too dark....almost black. Nowheres near what I were expect'n. Now....do I trash this project, or try to fix it?

And then....here come the guy what gonna buy "da porch" with a load of lumber to build a ramp from "da porch" to "da house". Well, he done that, plus he added a set of steps off the ramp so the old Billy Bob don't fall down. I done broke one the steps an' fall flat on my ass. Dad burned rookie carpenter. Now I gotta break out my tools an' fix it.

And then....here come the old "pesky neighbor" Wayne....all full of piss an' vinegar. Kick'n boards an' stuff and expensive tools out his way.....gripe'n bout a neighbor lady what wouldn't talk to him. "Damn Wayne, you know she don't like you".


Applied the last and final coat of polyurethane to the "stik" project. Looks so so through my eyes, but again, nothing like I had expected. I'm a Libra, and everything has to be to perfection before I'm satisfied. The "stik" is not there. Kind of like what happen to the new walnut floors in "da house". I'm gonna have to cover them up with vinyl flooring. Need I remind you again.....NEVER EVER install real wood flooring in an RV. Use the cheap stuff...man made wood look'n stuff (Pergo) with a surface as hard as the finest grade of stainless steel.  

The OFM Barney come by yesterday right bout lunch time. We head off to town for the bestest hamburgers ever made. No, I'm not talk'n bout no Whataburger hamburgers....Burger King....home of the Whopper. Hot damn yum yum eat 'em up. Then we cruised down to the golf ball swak'n place. Just to take a look see ya know. Our blood pressures raised bout 10 pounds and decided to swak a few this com'n Monday afternoon. Come rain or shine, don't make me no matter, I'll be there.