UPDATE: There are replies to comments....what's this world com'n to? A simple request and life goes on....

Ok, it's been a while but here I am. What I'm gonna talk about I ain't got the slightest. Have ya ever feel that way. You know, sit down to write a letter an' don't know where to start.

Well here goes.
This blog belongs to none other than the old Billy Bob. I don't post no religion stuff an' I don't post no political stuff. It's most important that you don't do it neither. From this point on, all religious stuff an' all political stuff will be deleted as soon as I see it.
Now that we are all in unity on the subject, let's move on to some Billy Bob nonsense.

First on the agenda, let's all talk to RunNRose. Hey Rose, tell us bout the birdhouse. Have any birds taken up residence. Tell us what ya can Rose....get us all excitis.

I had to done build me a couple camp fires to get rid of all the scrap from build'n birdhouse an' bird feeders. Two container totes full an' one to go. Each tote full of scrap makes a good 3 hour campfire. Love it.

 Hey dad, whatcha cook'n?

Don't ya just love a afternoon campfire?

I did me some work on the Mississippi stern wheeler river boat. The boarding ramp got demolished an' I had to completely re-rig it an' repair a couple broke pieces.  

 This was a 2 night cuss'n event. But that sucker won't be break'n no more. It is super glued in place.

The finished product of my daughter Doris' bird feeder. It is installed in her front yard right under her Billy Bob log cabin bluebird birdhouse. Damn, that was a mouth full. Ha, she filled it with sunflower seeds. All birds don't eat sunflower seeds.

Due to my older age an' get'n up from a short sit'n position, I decided I would replace my commode with a taller one. It arrived yesterday. Ha Ha, my commode photo has been photobombed by a orange cat.
This morn'n, bout 1pm I decides I'm gonna tackle the replacement before Robert gets home. Shouldn't take but bout 30 minutes with a 10 minute break. 3 1/2 hour later I have a brand spank'n new hi boy r/v toilet installed.
Now let me tell ya bout those other 3 hours. The freak'n supply line nuts were so tight a 24 inch pipe wrench was required (12 inch channel locks). I finally got the nut loose. The pipe will not come out of the fitting. Cuss cuss cuss....Robert is home. I finally get the old commode out of the bathroom. The freak'n black water tank is full. Full of sheit. I needs pumped. This is just the beginning.

Robert hooks up the discharge line to to "yo mama's" septic tank clean out. He turns on the macerator pump. This is a device that grinds up poop and pumps it to the clean out through a 1 inch flex line. No leaks please. The pump does it's thing an' then it quits pump'n. The black tank is still half full of undigested sheit. There is a blockage. A dam of poop stop'n the flow. 2 hour later the dam is broken up with water hoses, a few cuss'n words an' a homemade copper jet on the end of a water hose. Tank is empty an' commode is set an' functioning.
This was the most excit'n thing happen to me in close to a year. I smell like shit.

I been think'n bout buy'n new seats for "Sally da house" but got to think'n....WHY? So's I ordered a set of seat covers in hopes they will fit. Modifications have already begun. The arm rest covers don't fit right. So's "ya mama" did me some stitch work with her trusty sew'n machine. Will know tomorrow how they fit after modification.

 Think'n this may be the one I ordered. Less the dog.

Health issues bout the same. No better, no worse. Heart doctor appointment Monday for a ECCO, what ever that is and have a monitor installed for 24 hours. We gonna find out just what is go'n on with this old heart and skip'n beats all the time. Hope I don't need no pacemaker. "Pills Doc, give me pills".

Until next time....good night and wish me some good luck with the doctors.