Fart for a hour

Yup....that ol' weather thingy got it right. It's nasty outside again today. Weren't that cold last night, but it ain't come up much all morn'n. A chilly 61 degs out there.

Before anybody asks, I'm late this morn'n afternoon with my post 'cause I slept in again. When I look at the clock, it was 10am. I ain't never sleep that late since I got drunk one time and stay up all night chas'n little bikini clad wimmins down the beach. Dang, they sure did run fast....never catched a one. I rekon the old body is in need of some rest or just some extra beauty sleep. Didn't need that when I was a young cuss. I were one handsome dude ya know. Wavy almost black hair slicked back in a DA. Tight fit'n jeans an' a black tee with the sleeves roll up. Winnins chas'n me round the block....stuff like that. Now I cain't even get a old granny to look in my direction, much less chase me round the block. Times do change when ya get a little older.

Old Billy Bob has had a hard life, but it was a good life. Ain't many things what I would want to change....even if'n I could. But there are a few, just like everbody else. I 'member a time there weren't no milk in the frige for the babies. Didn't know what day they was gonna turn the electric off. I didn't have no money....not even pocket change. But I can sit here an' look back on them days and rejoice in the closeness we had as a family. Little smil'n faces around the table. A wife stand'n tall beside me. Yup....life is good.

Well, as you can see, the old Billy Bob ain't took no pics. The header photo sneeked up on me last night. I look outside an' there it were....a beautiful sunset. Them freak'n green birds was back this morn'n look'n for some free food. Bout half a dozen of 'em. And one the purtiest cardinals I ever did see. I'm talk'n fire engine red he was.

Speak'n of photos, I done forgot to take one of the brew'n Billy Bob South Texas Chili. Now I ain't say'n I'm the best cook in the world, but that chili come out just bout right. Got a little tang to it and tastes something like chili. Ate me up a big ol' bowl with a hand full of nacho chips, lay back on the couch....and fart for a hour. LOLOLOLOL....I thought that was funny. Make me smile anyhows.

Had a great visit with OFM Barney yesterday afternoon. He come by to help me do the track'n round "Sally da house". Look'n for bear tracks ya know. There weren't none....only little Sadie Mae tracks.

I been hav'n a hard time try'n to post stuff what might be of interest to my wimmin followers. That's a hard thing to do for an old "do nuttin" fart like me. I don't crochet, knit, make dresses and stuff like that. Most the stuff I do and talk bout is "man" related. But hang in there girls. Ya never know what Billy Bob gonna write about.

Speak'n of man related....Houston, we have a problem. It's an ongoing problem what I ain't been able to pinpoint yet. Yup, you guessed it, batteries. It ain't that the batteries get critically low at night, it's that they don't get charged during the day. I have 270 watts (14 plus amps) of solar panels, 4 brand spank'n new deep cycle golf cart batteries (over 450 amp hours). Enough power to run Tim Taylor's "Tool Man" shop with. Somebody explain to my how comes my batteries use almost half that ever night with just a couple 12 volt light bubs on. Of course, we've had a bunch of days without much or any sunshine, but damn....

Ok, I done said way more than what I intended......laters.