Well shoot, looks like if'n I'm gonna go to Georgia this summer, I'm gonna have to locate me a RV park to camp in.
Ya see, when I posted that photo of my new camp'n site at "Yo Mama's RV Resort an' Chicken Farm", Robert has decided to place a building in that spot. Which means my camp'n site will now be in the freak'n alley. Right out there beside to the chicken pen. Smell chicken poop all day long. Snakes an' stuff. Too far for me to walk to the "shop" to build stuff. Well, it ain't really ALL that bad, but I'm think'n I may need to make other arrangements. Robert knows what he's do'n, so it ain't my place to say anything. Other than....Grrrrrrr.
Spring break is over. This means I can get to the island, Port Aransas, without wait'n in a ferry boat line for a couple hours. But it ain't gonna happen today. Stay tuned.
Have ya ever NOT took your blood pressure out of fear of what it might be. I been do'n that for a few weeks now with all this new stuff that's been pop'n up. You know, swolled feet, a big ol' red spot on my arm that don't go away, eyes not work'n right.....just to name a few. Well, I just took it. Ain't as bad as I was expect'n....145/75, but not what I would like to see. I tend to get a bit nervous when it begins to rise.
In a attempt to get me some much needed exercise yesterday, I took me a walk. Now all these "other" walkers post'n on blogs bout how far they walk, they are always talk'n in miles. Ha, I'm talk'n in feet. Something like bout 200 feet or so. An' then I got to figger a way to get back to "da house" so's I can sit down for a few. Ha ha, that sounds funny to only walk a couple hunnert feet an' call it exercise. But that was what it was, I couldn't go no further. Right hip give out on me an' my feet hurt like hell. I'm think'n I need me some more exercise like that. Like a walk around in a big ol' Walmart store....god I love Walmart.
Ok, "Weber grill....I'm gonna beat yer ass". All my life I been knowed to grill up some the best chicken you ever eat in your life. Although, I have set it on fire a few times.....smoke an' flames. But with my Weber grill, I don't even like my grilled chicken. I burn the slap'n hell out a big ol' leg quarter last night. An' this ain't the first time....dry an' black.....on low an' slow. An' that was on a trivet a inch above the grates. I'm gonna have to look into this in the near future. Something ain't right. Too freak'n hot (350 degs) on low an' slow setting. Shoot, that even burns the bottoms of my grilled biscuits.
Pork ribs an' chicken on the grill was always my specialty. Come out perfect ever time. That is unless there was smoke an' flames bellow'n out from under the lid. In a case like that, ya either throw 'em in the dumpster, give 'em to the dog or ya scrape all the burn stuff off an' gobble 'em down fast ya can.
I still recall the time out in Deming, New Mexico, "pesky neighbor" Wayne, he holler at me..."hey Billy Bob, your porch is on fire". Over there in the corner on "da porch" sit my bbq grill....an' you talk bout smoke an' flames, that sucker was ablaze. We ain't talk'n a little fire, we talk'n forrest fire. From experience as a seasoned griller, I knowed exactly what to do...grab holt to the water hose an' douse that sucker with a few gallons of water. Fire out, I continued to grill what was still grillable. Wayne ate at home that night. Sadie Mae an' Lug Nut had a great supper of charred to the bone chicken an' ribs. Take note, certain bones were not fed to my dogs.
Dang I miss my Lug Nut.
I betcha a dollar Sadie Mae misses him too.
Ya see, when I posted that photo of my new camp'n site at "Yo Mama's RV Resort an' Chicken Farm", Robert has decided to place a building in that spot. Which means my camp'n site will now be in the freak'n alley. Right out there beside to the chicken pen. Smell chicken poop all day long. Snakes an' stuff. Too far for me to walk to the "shop" to build stuff. Well, it ain't really ALL that bad, but I'm think'n I may need to make other arrangements. Robert knows what he's do'n, so it ain't my place to say anything. Other than....Grrrrrrr.
Spring break is over. This means I can get to the island, Port Aransas, without wait'n in a ferry boat line for a couple hours. But it ain't gonna happen today. Stay tuned.
Have ya ever NOT took your blood pressure out of fear of what it might be. I been do'n that for a few weeks now with all this new stuff that's been pop'n up. You know, swolled feet, a big ol' red spot on my arm that don't go away, eyes not work'n right.....just to name a few. Well, I just took it. Ain't as bad as I was expect'n....145/75, but not what I would like to see. I tend to get a bit nervous when it begins to rise.
In a attempt to get me some much needed exercise yesterday, I took me a walk. Now all these "other" walkers post'n on blogs bout how far they walk, they are always talk'n in miles. Ha, I'm talk'n in feet. Something like bout 200 feet or so. An' then I got to figger a way to get back to "da house" so's I can sit down for a few. Ha ha, that sounds funny to only walk a couple hunnert feet an' call it exercise. But that was what it was, I couldn't go no further. Right hip give out on me an' my feet hurt like hell. I'm think'n I need me some more exercise like that. Like a walk around in a big ol' Walmart store....god I love Walmart.
Ok, "Weber grill....I'm gonna beat yer ass". All my life I been knowed to grill up some the best chicken you ever eat in your life. Although, I have set it on fire a few times.....smoke an' flames. But with my Weber grill, I don't even like my grilled chicken. I burn the slap'n hell out a big ol' leg quarter last night. An' this ain't the first time....dry an' black.....on low an' slow. An' that was on a trivet a inch above the grates. I'm gonna have to look into this in the near future. Something ain't right. Too freak'n hot (350 degs) on low an' slow setting. Shoot, that even burns the bottoms of my grilled biscuits.
Pork ribs an' chicken on the grill was always my specialty. Come out perfect ever time. That is unless there was smoke an' flames bellow'n out from under the lid. In a case like that, ya either throw 'em in the dumpster, give 'em to the dog or ya scrape all the burn stuff off an' gobble 'em down fast ya can.
I still recall the time out in Deming, New Mexico, "pesky neighbor" Wayne, he holler at me..."hey Billy Bob, your porch is on fire". Over there in the corner on "da porch" sit my bbq grill....an' you talk bout smoke an' flames, that sucker was ablaze. We ain't talk'n a little fire, we talk'n forrest fire. From experience as a seasoned griller, I knowed exactly what to do...grab holt to the water hose an' douse that sucker with a few gallons of water. Fire out, I continued to grill what was still grillable. Wayne ate at home that night. Sadie Mae an' Lug Nut had a great supper of charred to the bone chicken an' ribs. Take note, certain bones were not fed to my dogs.
Dang I miss my Lug Nut.
Of course Sadie May misses him. Dogs have a great memory, except for a few I know, just like people.
ReplyDeleteEven a few hundred feet exercise is better than none,good work Billy Bob.
ReplyDeleteCouple years ago I was lucky to walk 200 feets, Took me a while but getting better at it.
Don't know the temp of my Weber Q no thermometer just low and slow no trivet, something not quite right there I think, Q 100 has no thermometer what you got?
I think it a Q110 or something like that. Has a thermometer.
DeleteI'm gonna attempt to increase my walk'n....ha, maybe git up to 250 feet.
I'd suggest calling the grill maker and COMPLAIN! It seems you've had more problems than not.
DeleteI used to be great at grilling my supper but no more. I just cook in the house now but I miss the crispy outdoor taste. Personally I don't think 145/75 sounds all that bad. I was told by my doctor that blood pressure tends to rise as you age. Don't know if I believe that or not. I used to sit down in the chair and hook that BP cuff right up and hit "GO", and the reading was fairly high. I learned now to sit still for a couple of minutes and my BP is now perfect, and I quit taking it. Try resting for a couple of minutes after you attach the cuff, and see if it goes down. Or take your pressure right away, and wait a couple more minutes and take it again. As we like to say in the backpacker's world, YMMV, or "Your mileage may vary."
ReplyDeleteI fully agree, Gypsy. My daughter told me only last week to wait quietly for a couple minutes. It does tend to be higher as we age. Wish mine would be 145/75, that's very good, to me. Mine 178/86/p86 is a norm. Get different reads in both arms.
DeleteSpeaking of "pesky Wayne", I wonder if you ever hear from him? It's been awhile. I think you made a visit to him awhile back? I am old and can't keep track of anything as far back as yesterday!!
ReplyDeleteOk, I just got back from some strenuous exercise....walked a good par 5....right bout 500 yards. Did ya ever see a old wobbly man...that was me.
ReplyDeleteI cant walk even that far right now. Just the 20 or so feet to my car is bad, then raising that right foot to get in is almost more that i can do.
ReplyDeleteThe numbers for BP has been raised to 150 on top read, to be ok. Have that thang DD was talking about, so dont remember the bottom...