Man boy howdy. I feel terrible when I talk bout my own back issues, while at the same time there is other people in much worser shape than I am.....by far. I ain't gonna mention no names, but you know who you are. I don't rekon I'll ever meet ya, but it sure would be nice to go for a walk, sit down on a park bench sip'n up a cup an' talk bout our dreams an' expectations. I'm think'n you know what I'm talk'n bout.
The phone ringed. It was Robert. "I'm bring'n you that piece of pipe daddy". I can see it now, we gonna be work'n on a "spud gun from hell". An' that's exactly what we did. Gimme some glue Robert. Cut this piece of pipe Robert. Hand me that big hammer Robert. We piddled with them pieces of pipe for the next 2 hours. Installed all the necessary parts an' "walla", we got a spud gun.
Now this is what a regular spud gun looks like. It's ready to send chunks of taters into the neighbors yards. All we gotta do is make it work. We spray all kind of crap in there an' the damn thing don't ignite the high octane "blow something up" propellants. What the hell???
As you can plainly see by the following photo, this above photo IS NOT a "spud gun from hell".
THIS is the "spud gun from hell".
As usual, when something don't work as designed, Google is your best friend. The chamber must be completely sealed....a tater down the barrel, an' a good dose of oxygen inside the chamber before ya spray in the propellant. If'n ya ain't got no oxygen, regular ol' air will work. That's where we went wrong. We was try'n to shoot a spud gun with no ammo in it an' no oxygen....just to be on the safe side ya know. Futher tests will be made later in the day....after I get my other eye wide open an' can see. In case you're wonder'n, this is NOT the first spud gun I ever built. But it IS the first spud gun I built that didn't work. "Hey yo mama, ya got any taters I can borry"?
Grandson Mack's interest has floundered. ?????.....what do I do now? This was "our" project, to be worked on together. Not papaw do all the work an' grandson Mack to receive all the praise an' glory.
Speak'n of "yo mama", she is scheduled for surgery this Friday. Some kind of foot surgery. Then at a later date, knee surgery. Poor girl gonna spend the rest of her life lay'n on the couch watch'n soaps an' Judge Judy. Robert has been tak'n measurements for a handicap ramp. He's such a good boy.
Ok, got up this morn'n feel'n like a crisp 10 dollar bill. Shoot, I can do anything this morn'n. Well, maybe not anything, but I sure as hell feel better than I have for the last few weeks. How bout a 3 pain level? Hip don't hurt too bad. Got plenty sleep last night. Even got up a hour early this morn'n. "You da man Billy Bob.....yeee har".
I got tools to be put up. I got floors to sweep. I got a desk top to be cleaned. I got a bedroom what needs cleaned. Dishes gonna be fine just like they are. Trash is out. "Sadie Mae....cut Sadie Mae's hair".
Man, I got to slow down. Just think'n bout all that stuff, I may need me a nap in a bit.
Oh wait, my frick'n refrigerator is fall'n out the hole. The fridge sits on a platform in the wall.bout 15 inches off'n the floor. Well....the platform is fall'n apart an' in need to be rebuilt. I can do that. While I'm do'n that, I will remove the furnace what lives under the refrigerator an' put me in a great big ol' drawer. The furnace is unused (vents covered with walnut flooring) an' another kitchen drawer sure would be nice in it's place.
See what I'm talk'n bout, the old Billy Bob never has a dull moment. Always gotta fix stuff.
The phone ringed. It was Robert. "I'm bring'n you that piece of pipe daddy". I can see it now, we gonna be work'n on a "spud gun from hell". An' that's exactly what we did. Gimme some glue Robert. Cut this piece of pipe Robert. Hand me that big hammer Robert. We piddled with them pieces of pipe for the next 2 hours. Installed all the necessary parts an' "walla", we got a spud gun.
Now this is what a regular spud gun looks like. It's ready to send chunks of taters into the neighbors yards. All we gotta do is make it work. We spray all kind of crap in there an' the damn thing don't ignite the high octane "blow something up" propellants. What the hell???
As you can plainly see by the following photo, this above photo IS NOT a "spud gun from hell".
As usual, when something don't work as designed, Google is your best friend. The chamber must be completely sealed....a tater down the barrel, an' a good dose of oxygen inside the chamber before ya spray in the propellant. If'n ya ain't got no oxygen, regular ol' air will work. That's where we went wrong. We was try'n to shoot a spud gun with no ammo in it an' no oxygen....just to be on the safe side ya know. Futher tests will be made later in the day....after I get my other eye wide open an' can see. In case you're wonder'n, this is NOT the first spud gun I ever built. But it IS the first spud gun I built that didn't work. "Hey yo mama, ya got any taters I can borry"?
Grandson Mack's interest has floundered. ?????.....what do I do now? This was "our" project, to be worked on together. Not papaw do all the work an' grandson Mack to receive all the praise an' glory.
Speak'n of "yo mama", she is scheduled for surgery this Friday. Some kind of foot surgery. Then at a later date, knee surgery. Poor girl gonna spend the rest of her life lay'n on the couch watch'n soaps an' Judge Judy. Robert has been tak'n measurements for a handicap ramp. He's such a good boy.
Ok, got up this morn'n feel'n like a crisp 10 dollar bill. Shoot, I can do anything this morn'n. Well, maybe not anything, but I sure as hell feel better than I have for the last few weeks. How bout a 3 pain level? Hip don't hurt too bad. Got plenty sleep last night. Even got up a hour early this morn'n. "You da man Billy Bob.....yeee har".
I got tools to be put up. I got floors to sweep. I got a desk top to be cleaned. I got a bedroom what needs cleaned. Dishes gonna be fine just like they are. Trash is out. "Sadie Mae....cut Sadie Mae's hair".
Man, I got to slow down. Just think'n bout all that stuff, I may need me a nap in a bit.
Oh wait, my frick'n refrigerator is fall'n out the hole. The fridge sits on a platform in the wall.bout 15 inches off'n the floor. Well....the platform is fall'n apart an' in need to be rebuilt. I can do that. While I'm do'n that, I will remove the furnace what lives under the refrigerator an' put me in a great big ol' drawer. The furnace is unused (vents covered with walnut flooring) an' another kitchen drawer sure would be nice in it's place.
Glad to hear you sounding so positive this morning. Don't overwork yourself though. Maybe it's the woman in me, but I think a spud gun sounds like a terrible idea and a waste of potatos. But guys evidently feel different about it.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry Gypsy, spud guns are for making smashed taters.
DeleteHey, this woman is excited to see it in action! Woo hoo!
ReplyDeleteGotta love feeling good. Go for it Billy Bob, always somethings to fix.
ReplyDeleteSearched and searched for you this mornin' Shu'da put you in favorites list 'sted of on my blog's Fav- or - ites. My blog DELETED! ( I ain't guilty! I dint do nothin'!) Fiddlin' w/Settings yesterday and wham, Sissy's blog is GONE. All my words, memories, gripes and rants GONE like a wisp of fog in the sun. I'm so ignorant! Now unhappy. If'n I'd been like you, smart BB, it wouldn't have happened. D@m$, Five years worth of memories whooshed away. Wonder if'n that's causin' my back/neck pain today? Naw, its the standin'. Google can't help. What did I say yesterday? Que Sera, Sera - what will be, will be. I ben jinxed!
ReplyDeleteGood luck to Yo Mama. and poor Linda-6 inches, ye gads! No envy here. I'm skeered of knives and surgeons.
Um ..uh... I'd offer my services to help with the Spud Gun but I no you wood decline my offer. Woodn't you? Can't say I'd blame you eider, spechally after I lost my own blog. Wonderin' if stupid expands exponentially? If so, I'm in big trouble!
I need a magic lamp and a genie to restore myself online. Shucks, think I'm needing a nap NOW.
Sissy, I can see your Blog. It is probably just your computer that is refusing to see it. Try deleting your cache and cookies (Google will help with this), restart your computer and try your Blog. If all else fails, try a different browser - Firefox, Chrome - whichever one you are not using now. It is still there, don't worry.!
DeleteOk.....your blog is there. On your profile thingy, on the left you have "My web site"....or something like that. The addy says musings....by the crickside....plural. Over there where your blogs are posted, the addy says musing....by the crickside....singular. Where did that "S" come from? By the way, the one with the s is the one what says is deleted.
DeleteHope this helps.
Billy Bob, I think you have found the problem! Congratulations!
DeleteSissy, make sure there is no "s" at the end of "Musing" when you enter your Blog name. Come back and let us know.
Or ,,, do a restore.
DeleteI am having an email exchange with Sissy and she did try that T'nT. I think it is a misspelling problem like BB found.
DeleteThe restore only fixes the computer settings, I think. Mercy, I'm having electrical shorts with my brain these days. And weird things happening. Like: I've found a quilt top ready to layer and quilt - never saw the thing in my life - truth. And once a few years ago, a brand new pink gown lying on my dresser. As my girl says, "You have an 'entity' hanging about, Mom". I'm believing that.
DeleteI'll get right on it. I did get the blog up via Hermit's and have done a so-so post and it all worked okay by right clicking the link over at Hermit's. Don't hold your breath, anyone. If I can't fix matters, it's been fun working with a blog and interacting with you folks.
Well, cuss, nothing is working - period. I'm exhausted with trying to fix it. Maybe after I take a nap.
ReplyDeleteProbably karma kicking ya in the butt there Sissy
Deletehi B.B. hope sissy gets her thing fixed , i can tell she sounds depressed over it all . mr billy bob there is no word ( walla ) what you are trying to say is ( VOI-LÁ ) voi = see or look and lÁ = here or there so what your are trying to say is LOOKY HERE or LOOKY THERE.
ReplyDeleteor see here or see there
ReplyDeleteif you go to washington state you can find i town called walla-walla
ReplyDeleteHome of the famous Walla-Walla Sweet Onion.
DeleteB.B. did you say that MACK has lost all interest in the B.B. SPUD GUM FROM HELL? so now your making it for yourself and wonderful son robert's enjoyment ? and of course for all of us out here in the world wide web. make sure you send us a you-tube video on the gun in action pls.
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