Holy cows, is it time to get up again? Dang, I just lay down in the bed only a few hours ago an' here it is another day already. Something is miss'n.
The little chick-a-wawa dog was let out of the house to do business. Off to the street that little dog goes. There's cars go up an' down that street, I need to go rescue a dog. Socks an' sandals are put on....a long sleeve shirt with my Walmart list. Are ya git'n the picture....I'm gonna be a hero. Sadie Mae is sit'n in the dashboard winders say'n "ya don't need no stink'n Jeep to rescue that dog". Out the gate I goes, leav'n Sadie Mae look'n out the winder.
I turns left, then make a right an' fore I know it, I'm on the highway to Walmart. It's mist'n rain an' you talk bout cold....it's cold out there (bout 41 or 2 degs). A stop is made at the RV parts sell'n place. I'm gonna get me a screen door slider thingy. "What kind of door do you have"? My only response was "a RV door". No screen door slider thingy was purchased 'cause they don't got any. Up the road a piece, I stops at the Texas State inspection place in Odem. It's colder.....I leave the "billy jeep" run'n. "Do you inspect big ass motorhomes"? "Yes we inspect big ass motorhomes". That's two items crossed off'n the "to do list".
On the highway to Walmart I cranks the winder wipers up to high. Rain ya know. An' it's freak'n cold. Colder than when I left Sinton not 30 minutes ago. I finds me a good park'n spot close to the door. What the hell, this Walmart is backards. I never park on the grocery side. Over a hunnert dollar later, minus a few much needed items, we headed back to Sinton. It's freak'n cold out here. My fingers are numb....I got the shivers. This is NOT typical south Texas weather. An' there ain't no place to go that's any warmer. I'm think'n a couple three hunnert miles, not thousands.
I bought a apple pie. A big 'un. In the oven it goes.....to warm it up. It's frozen ya know an' "Yeee Haa", it's already baked. My god, this apple pie sucks. Two pieces are eat up just to make sure it really sucks. It does. That was my supper. Along with a couple Alka Seltzers.
On todays agenda, I'm gonna brew me up a pot of beef stew soup in the pressure cooker. I say soup 'cause it's gonna have a pile of veggies in it. Other than that, I'm think'n I ain't gonna do nuttin. It's still too cold outside to go put the tug boat in that trough of donkey water for a pic, but ya never know....it should only take a few minutes.
Well, we can forget that idea.....it don't fit.
On the brighter side, in a couple or three months, it's gonna be nice an' warm. That's when I'll put my mind in high gear think'n bout a cooler place to camp. Us RV'ers do that ya know. We ain't never satisfied. In the mean time, I'll just sit here an' bitch bout how freak'n cold it is.
Ok, I cain't think of any more excit'n stuff to write bout, so's I'll just hang it up for the day. Wasn't this fun???
The little chick-a-wawa dog was let out of the house to do business. Off to the street that little dog goes. There's cars go up an' down that street, I need to go rescue a dog. Socks an' sandals are put on....a long sleeve shirt with my Walmart list. Are ya git'n the picture....I'm gonna be a hero. Sadie Mae is sit'n in the dashboard winders say'n "ya don't need no stink'n Jeep to rescue that dog". Out the gate I goes, leav'n Sadie Mae look'n out the winder.
I turns left, then make a right an' fore I know it, I'm on the highway to Walmart. It's mist'n rain an' you talk bout cold....it's cold out there (bout 41 or 2 degs). A stop is made at the RV parts sell'n place. I'm gonna get me a screen door slider thingy. "What kind of door do you have"? My only response was "a RV door". No screen door slider thingy was purchased 'cause they don't got any. Up the road a piece, I stops at the Texas State inspection place in Odem. It's colder.....I leave the "billy jeep" run'n. "Do you inspect big ass motorhomes"? "Yes we inspect big ass motorhomes". That's two items crossed off'n the "to do list".
On the highway to Walmart I cranks the winder wipers up to high. Rain ya know. An' it's freak'n cold. Colder than when I left Sinton not 30 minutes ago. I finds me a good park'n spot close to the door. What the hell, this Walmart is backards. I never park on the grocery side. Over a hunnert dollar later, minus a few much needed items, we headed back to Sinton. It's freak'n cold out here. My fingers are numb....I got the shivers. This is NOT typical south Texas weather. An' there ain't no place to go that's any warmer. I'm think'n a couple three hunnert miles, not thousands.
I bought a apple pie. A big 'un. In the oven it goes.....to warm it up. It's frozen ya know an' "Yeee Haa", it's already baked. My god, this apple pie sucks. Two pieces are eat up just to make sure it really sucks. It does. That was my supper. Along with a couple Alka Seltzers.
On todays agenda, I'm gonna brew me up a pot of beef stew soup in the pressure cooker. I say soup 'cause it's gonna have a pile of veggies in it. Other than that, I'm think'n I ain't gonna do nuttin. It's still too cold outside to go put the tug boat in that trough of donkey water for a pic, but ya never know....it should only take a few minutes.
Well, we can forget that idea.....it don't fit.
On the brighter side, in a couple or three months, it's gonna be nice an' warm. That's when I'll put my mind in high gear think'n bout a cooler place to camp. Us RV'ers do that ya know. We ain't never satisfied. In the mean time, I'll just sit here an' bitch bout how freak'n cold it is.
Ok, I cain't think of any more excit'n stuff to write bout, so's I'll just hang it up for the day. Wasn't this fun???
Swack!
ReplyDeleteB.B. you sure like to complain about the cold weather ? you know you have many options to get out of the cold . not one option was ever even considered that i know of .so that only leaves me to believe that you love the cold and you love to complain about it .
ReplyDeleteLook at weather forecasts Louie. There is no options available in the mileage I listed....two or three hunnert miles. In fact, it's colder today in Brownsville (50 deg) than it is in Sinton (55 deg...accord'n to my Walmart special). Anything south of Brownsville is out of the question.
DeleteAbout the apple pie, you forgot the big blop of cool whip or whipped cream, no wonder it tastes funny.
ReplyDeleteOr ice cream.
ReplyDelete"The little chick-a-wawa dog was let out of the house to do business. Off to the street that little dog goes. There's cars go up an' down that street, I need to go rescue a dog. Socks an' sandals are put on....a long sleeve shirt with my Walmart list. Are ya git'n the picture....I'm gonna be a hero. Sadie Mae is sit'n in the dashboard winders say'n "ya don't need no stink'n Jeep to rescue that dog". Out the gate I goes, leav'n Sadie Mae look'n out the winder".
ReplyDeleteAm I lost or did you finish this story? What in the world is a chick-a-wawa dog?
A shame to spend money on something that looks delicious and isn't worth a hoot. That's the way it is with so much offered out there on the market. Yum, yum, I could sure put a hunk of spicy pumpkin pie to good use. Home made, of course. It's awfully cold here in east Tennessee also
Ha Sissy, I was so excitis bout go'n to Walmart, I forgit to finish the story bout that little "Taco Bell" dog. I don't know how to spell chiwalla so's I called it a chick-a-wawa. She was wait'n on the porch to be let back into the house when I pull out the gate.
DeleteIt's awfully cold everwhere this winter. I would say enjoy it while ya can before summer heat sets in, but wouldn't that be a stupit thing to say at a time like this?
Most at the Rv park in Rockport are complaining about the cold winter this year.
ReplyDeleteHey, the clouds parted and this strange, bright object appeared in the sky. It even warmed us up a bit. I wonder what that bright disk could be. . .??
ReplyDeleteShoot Dizzy, you're the one that's into this outer space stuff, you should know perfectly well what it is.
DeleteB.B. i also never understood your story about the "The little chick-a-wawa dog''. can you please clarify the ending of your story ?
ReplyDeleteB.B. how to spell Chihuahua
ReplyDeleteDog Breed
The Chihuahua is the smallest breed of dog and is named for the state of Chihuahua in Mexico. Chihuahuas come in a wide variety of sizes, head shapes, colors, and coat lengths
Read above Louie in my comment to Sissy.....the little chick-a-wawa dog is safe an' sound.
DeleteB.B. i sure am happy to know that .the little chick-a-wawa dog is safe an' sound. i was very worried about it , thanks B.B. .
ReplyDeleteThat's a shame about the pie. I think it's almost impossible to find a good, already made pie, but it's almost too much trouble to make one any more. I agree that ice cream AND whipped cream might make it tolerable.
ReplyDeleteNot long ago, Walmart stocked a apple pie that I loved. Not made by Walmart. It was, I'm think'n here, a dutch apple pie....great big ol' pie. Mrs something or another. Maybe Mrs Smith, but I'm think'n Marie Callenders.
DeleteNow, bout that whip cream an' ice cream. I don't have no room for that kind of stuff in my little freezer.
You don't have to have room in the freezer, just get a little carton and make sure you have stomach room. If you have any left for the freezer, you ain't doing it right.
DeleteThank you for finishing the story of the little Chihuahua dog. Only reason I know how to spell it, is because of my love of the Chihuahuan Desert aka Terlingua. Well. lots of other little towns there but only one I care to live in.
ReplyDelete"Apple pie without cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze."
ReplyDeleteI will trade you the weather right now, no problem.