Fire sale....go'n out of business

The little grocery store across the street closed their doors. The furniture store has "going out of business" signs in the windows. The shoe repair store shut down years ago. Kelly's bar & full service gas station is on it's last leg. The economy is bad, money is short. Business depends on satisfied customers.

What started out as a place to write a old time modern day diary of our lives, has turned into a business proposition. It's called a freak'n blog. We share our lives with the world on a daily basis. The good times, the bad times, humor, sadness...our thoughts. We ain't skeered of what we sell.

When I first started my blog, "Billy Bob's Place", it was for me. A replacement for the Walmart special notebooks I so dearly loved to write my nonsense in. To record experiences of my travels what I could later look back on an' say...."Oh I remember that". Then customers began to frequent my blog. In no time flat, my blog was no longer just for me. It was for my customers (followers). I was in business, sell'n....nonsense, humor and my lifes experiences. But like any business, when your customers dwindle and no longer pay your prices (comments), it makes ya wonder if it's time to have a "go'n out of business" sale. I can't sell Billy Bob's Place to the highest bidder 'cause I manufacture everything I sell. One man operation ya know. That's where I am today.....disgruntled an' undecided. "Perk up Billy Bob, it's winter, tomorrow the sun will shine".

Before I went to bed last night, I had decided I would be at the golf course early this morn'n to swak me up some golf'n balls. But....Boy howdy let me tell ya....a freight train roared through the camp last night. It were somewheres bout 3 oclock in the morn'n, I were sleep'n like a baby, all cozy an' warm wrap up in my little blankie, when all a sudden I hears a hell of a commotion outside....wake me slap up. Wind was blow'n a hunnert mile a hour, "da house" shak'n to an' fro.....dogs was howl'n....what the hell go'n on? It were that cold front everbody been talk'n bout. Not that it got very cold, only bout 48 degs., but them winds was something to remember. Scare hell out me until I realize it weren't no freight train at all.....just a little breeze. Damn, what a breeze.

Ok, I got that water pumped into the fresh water tank on "da house" and installed that other seat cover yesterday. Laundry is still in the basket wait'n. I've been accused of procrastinat'n a few times in my life, but that ain't really what it is. If a chore ain't press'n, it can wait till I'm ready to tackle it at another time. Folded clothes left in a basket ain't gonna get all wrinkle up. They gonna stay folded just like they are. So what's the hurry.....not press'n.

There was a time in my life when if'n I had a chore to do, I would jump right on it with both feet. That didn't always work out too well, as I had to go back and re-jump that same job.....do it right the second time. I learn long time ago, ya gotta think. Like the time I build a dog house so's the dumb dog could get out of the rain and cold. I was proud of my construction abilities as I stood back admiring my work. I pushed an' shoved and that dumb dog wouldn't fit through the too little door. "It's not a 'taco bell' chihuahua dog Billy Bob, it's a Labrador". See what I mean....ya gotta think.

Ok...enough nonsense for one day....see ya laters. 



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