Margaret an' dynamite

Ok, now that that's said....what about some good news?

Holy crap, there ain't no good news. Weather wise anyhows. It's downright miserable down here in south Texas. Ain't supposed to be, but it sure is. It weren't too cold last night, but when I waked up, it was rain'n. It's 47 degs outside an' not a whole lot more inside. An' accord'n to one follower what live in Ca, there's another cold front headed this way. Geeze Margaret, give the old billy Bob a break. Old Mother Nature's name is Margaret ya know.

I weren't gonna say the first word bout the weather, but I ain't got nuttin else to bitch an' moan about. When I lived in Galveston back in the 60's, it snowed. When I was stationed in Norfolk, Va. in the early 60's, it snowed. When I was prospect'n for gold out in Ca. in early 03, it snowed. Hope to hell it don't snow while I'm wait'n to go fish'n in south Texas.

Let me tell ya, them batteries was low this morn'n. Ya see, we ain't had no sunshine in a week of Sundays and sunshine is what makes my electricity. Had to crank up the Onan generator a few time to charge them batteries up a bit. Of course I crank it up every morn'n to brew me up some coffee. Got a 40 amp charger hook up to it. Let it run for bout 20 minutes charg'n the batteries.

Holy crap, I were sit'n on the couch last night all involve in a shoot 'em up western cowboy book. I jump slap out my skin. Somebody done set off a stick of dynamite. Scare the liv'n crap out me. I don't know what them people got over there, but it ain't no "regular" fireworks. That boom make a M-80 sound like a lady finger.

Speak'n of M-80s, back in the late 50's, I used to got to Tijuana Mexico an' buy my "macho" fireworks. Good place to get "tuck an' roll" in your car too.....cheap. The guy says to me...."ya want some cherry bombs, some M-80s or a little bit of dynamite"? What do you suppose I bought? I bought 'em all....lots. Now these little bit of dynamites was bout the size of 2 M-80s all roll up in one. Bout 3/4 inch in diameter and 2 inch long.....something like that. Boy howdy let me tell ya, them suckers blow stuff up. We was sit'n at the Suzie Q, like we always did when there weren't nuttin to do. Drink'n fountain cokes and play'n the juke box. Here come a police car. Pull up an' park right next to my old '37 Dodge, eyeball'n us teenagers sit'n there do'n nuttin. I tosses one them big ol' "little bit of dynamites" up under his cop car. That sucker go off an' I swears, that cop feller done pee his pants. He also got somewhat upset. Said it weren't funny do'n stuff like that. Took all my firecrackers for evidence in a court of law. Fount out later he took that evidence an' was blow'n stuff up. Hav'n him a good ol' time.

I had thought I might go over to the State Park for a week or so, but I'm think'n I'll just stay right here where I'm at. It's gonna be just as cold an' miserable over there as here, with the exception of electricity and critters run'n through the yard. I like critters ya know. But why pay $96 a week an' still be cold and miserable? This sucks!!!

I might just bake me up a big ol' cherry chocolate cake today. Ain't got nuttin else to do an' I would probly eat it too. Would also put a little more heat in "da house". Fog up the winders an' such. Last time I bake me one was a couple year ago. Old "pesky neighbor" Wayne help me eat it up. He gain 10 pounds an' I gain 1. If'n ya ain't never taste Billy Bob's cherry chocolate cake", just ask Gypsy....she'll tell ya. Yeah, that exactly what I'm gonna do.