Holiday blues....

Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas

  What the hell??? That old fat bastard ain't showed hide nor hair at me house last night. A couple girls from Mexico was roam'n round the park last night sell'n their wares....or so it seemed. Lots of traffic. That was it, Christmas eve at the Falcon Heights Community Park.

I'm think'n that pot of Billy Bob beef stew soup was the bestest I ever did make. It's all gone.....poooof, just like that. Here's what ya do when you're out camp'n an' don't want to go to town to some fancy restaurant. Ya brew up a one pot meal that will last bout 3 days. If'n ya eat it all up in 3 days, and don't throw none away, ya know ya make a good pot of mak'ns.

Holidays.....bah humbug. There was a time when I looked forward to holidays. Especially the 4th of July. Firecrackers an' stuff....you know what I'm talk'n bout. Blam, Booom....rockets, cherry bombs...stuff like that. Blow stuff up. But I suppose Christmas was my favorite of the other holidays. Watch the kids all excitis, smil'n faces as they opened their presents. A big whoop de do. Then a great big afternoon meal with a hunnert relatives sit'n round the table stuff'n their faces. Kids scream'n an runn'n in an' out the doors. Yeah, that was some good times.

But it ain't like that no more. I cringe at the thought of buy'n gifts, wrap'n 'em up, mail'n them out to God only knows where. All the bicker'n an' fight'n over "this ain't what I wanted". "Pappa's cheap, look what he got me". "I wanted a iPod, not a damn old shirt". Then there's all that food. Enough food to feed a army....stuff what nobody likes. Lay'n on the couch beltch'n an' fart'n. And all this goes on for weeks before the grand day and another week after. It's just flat out depress'n to think about. I'm old. That shit don't excite me no more.....git it over with so's I can sit back an' relax (do'n nuttin).

Don't know what to say bout catch'n any bass fishes. The damn things are way out there in deep water where the old Billy Bob is skeered to go. But it ain't always been like this. I remember a time when I were much younger, I weren't skeered of nuttin. Had me a little red speed boat. Motor was too big for that size a boat. Modified that big ol' motor. That sucker go a hunnert mile a hour. Flipped it one time jump'n the wake of another boat. I was airborne....fly'n through the air....scream'n "MOM'S". Had stuff lay'n all over the water. Thought I was gonna die. Now I get over 3 miles a hour in the "bubba boat", I'm say'n "slow this sucker down".

The "bubba boat" ain't the safest boat in the world.....if'n ya know what I mean. It's only 10 feets long and not very wide. If the air leaks out, ya gonna sink. Ya can't stand up unless you're a good swimmer. I don't see no way an old man could ever get back in once he falls out. I'm think'n "bubba boat" weren't designed for old cripple up folks to go fish'n. Plan is to launch this unsafe little bass fish'n boat next week an' go catch me up some fish. "Wear your life jacket Billy Bob. Don't stand up and don't smoke in the boat".

I don't know what go'n on, but my life has been unfold'n right in front my eyes. Childhood memories, early adult life, weird stuff I've done, run'n amuck....good and bad times. I ain't had a good nights sleep since I been down here. Just toss an' turn, wake up all hours of the night.....what the hell??? I've heard of winter blues, but this is ridiculous. I'm gonna blame it all on the holidays. One more week an' I'm good to go.

OFM Barney pulled out early this morn'n. His plan was to head up to Del Rio till he fount out it's gonna get below freez'n up there.....oh hell, I'll let him tell ya in his blog tonight.

Until laters....Merry Christmas.