Yesterday is gone

Well, yesterday was fun, but yesterday is gone. All the silly comments amused me, but I have some concerns with one of the commenter's. Ya ain't go'n with me, shaved legs or not. And to the nice little lady, so sorry you don't meet the most important qualifications.

For today, I'll attempt to find some other nonsense to write about, but in the mean time, it's serious all the way....important stuff.

Old pesky neighbor Wayne come over this morn'n with a pocket full on food. Yeah, he carries food in his pockets. Anyhows, we gonna go swak some golf balls here in a bit. Been a week ya know.
Will return later with details of this most important activity that consumes the better part of my day. Gonna swak that ball a mile.

Boy howdy I'm gonna tell ya right now, that old Billy Bob know something bout swak'n golf balls. It weren't my best game, but it sure were a long ways from being my worst game.  On a par 5, I hit that ball so hard it were on the green. Only it weren't the right green....it were that one over there. Took out a 5 wood and swak that sucker so hard it make my shimmie's shimmy....right round them trees what was right in front me, end'n up in the middle of the fareway...right where is sposed to be. Wonderful day of golf.

Oh boy, the trailer trash people have started more crap. One has video cameras pointed at other sites recording any activity. I would think that would be considered invasion of privacy, but what the hell does old Billy Bob know. And then, after a great game of golf, I come back to a conflict about my harmless little dogs run'n loose. As this is private property and the owner has given his permission for them to have "open range" of the place.....what the hell does old Billy Bob know. As this saga continues, you will be informed of any new occurrences.

Now that I have had a nice hot cup of soup and a Spam and cheese sandwich, I think it's time for a little nappie poo. When I wake up I'll be all grumpy and stuff and if anyone want some trouble.....well, what can I say?

Just think'n

I just been read'n some blogs of fellow rv'ers and it makes me sick. No, I don't mean sick to my stomach, just sick that "they" are doing and seeing places I just drive on by without even a thought of stopping. But there's a reason for that. I'm alone, by myself, no one loves me and my tight schedule don't allow for such carry'n on's. Yes, I'm freak'n jealous.

So, I'm advertising for an experienced running mate.  

Applicant must meet the following requirements:

A. have no baggage other than 1 small suitcase....no boyfriends please

B. have a current class A to Z driver license for grocery runs to Walmart, Subway and Pizza Hut

C. applicant would be in the age range of 35 to 90 with no emotional handicaps such as "cuddle", "endless talking", "oh, I have a headache", "I want", "I need", "you don't appreciate me", "can I drive"........and so on.

D. Must be nice to Lug Nut and Sadie Mae

E. Must be nice to Billy Bob

F. have skills in the operation of power tools, such as, vacuum cleaners, carpet shampooers, table saws, hydraulic jacks and impact wrenches and know the difference between "lefty loosey, righty tighty"

G. physically able to make long walks...to the dumpster and laundry room

H. have some kind of cooking skills other than hard boiled eggs,  hamburgers and Campbells soup

I. Must be able to make a mean cup of coffee

J. window washing is a big plus

Ya think I'm kid'n don't ya? Well, I'm as serious as a tad pole what knows he gonna be a beautiful frog someday. This old crap of travel'n all over the country all by myself....SUCKS. 

Ok, get'n back to reality...all pipe dreams left behind. It's so beautiful outside, I may spend most the day sit'n on "da porch" sip'n a cup and do'n some think'n. Boy howdy do I have some think'n to do. I got a gazillion things to do and so little time to do them. 

Here what I'm talk'n bout.......

A. Register the little red Bronco II in New Mexico

B 1/2. Driver license...New Mexico or Texas 

B. Income taxes...file or not file

C. Fix a whole bunch of stuff

D. Lug Nut....fix or not fix

and then, and then.....go to Terlingua, and then to Port Aransas, and then to Houston, and then to Atlanta, and then to north Ga mountains, and then to St. Louis, and then.....probably back to Deming. And I have only 3 weeks to think this stuff out.

Rode that bicycle yesterday around the park. Boy howdy Billy Bob.....you get'n old. First off, the shifter don't work. Ran over Sadie Mae...stupit dog. The I hit some sand and ya know ya can't ride a bike in sand. By the time I got back to "da house", I was wore slap out and it was dark.

What a beautiful day...

Oh crap, what to do now. Today has been one them days where all ya wanna do is sleep and get it over with.
The wind was howl'n like a bunch of starving dogs and the sky was filled with a heavy blanket of clouds....and it was cold. Not so cold that you would bundle up in long johns and a big winter coat, but cold enough for old Billy Bob to stay inside and be bored. How bout 60 degs, 20 mph winds and not even a touch of warming sunshine??? That's what I'm talk'n bout!!!!

The second thing that happen today is that my Mississippi River Sternwheeler weren't in the mailbox. Now how can that be...HUH???? The guy I ordered it from "promised" me it would be here no later than last Saturday. After numerous unanswered phone calls and emails, I'm get'n a bit concerned here. You don't rekon do ya??? Boy howdy, I'll never order anything from them again.

Sadie took another dump in my neighbors yard again this morning. Well, actually it ain't his yard, it's mine. Ya see, when I installed the fence round my lot, I didn't install it on the property line. I left enough space to drive a golf cart through with out going into the other lot. And since I don't mind dog poop in my yard, why would my neighbor mind??? Freak'n trouble makers make me sick.

The last thing I have to sat for today is.....bla, bla, bla.

Welcome to America

Holy Crap, did you see what Obama say? "This is what change looks like". Think about that for a minute.

The passing of this bill has nothing to do with medical costs, health care for 30 million uninsured, and on and on and on. It was nothing more than a "game" of who has the POWER, who can manipulate, bribe and  threaten, bend and fabricate rules....and on and on and on.
If you watched this debate on TV, you missed 90% of what was actually happening. Reading the news is where it's at. The comments section is where it's at. The dirty deals, corruption and underhanded passing of this bill has turned neighbor against neighbor from day one. It has brought the "sleezies" out of the closet. Name calling, threats...and on and on and on.
Yes "this is what change looks like" for the American 'We the People'.

Boy howdy, that old Billy Bob is all upset. Not with the passing of this controversial health bill, but with the manner in which it was accomplished. I don't want to sound one sided on this issue, but I am. Just like everyone else is one sided. There is no two sided to any issue. Grrrrrrrr!!!!

Yesterday old Billy Bob weren't feel'n too good. Not because of the above, but I COULD use that as an excuse....makes me plumb sick...but I think I have too much piled on my next 4 months plans. What plans ya say???

Here's the deal. My son what has been over in Afghanistan is coming home to Georgia the end of May. The annual family North Georgia Labor Day Camping Trip....that where old Billy Bob catches all them rainbow trout...is just a short 8 weeks away...or something like that. In order for me to be there in time for the camping trip, that means I have to leave here a month early and I have a gazillion things to do and decisions to be made. 

One decision and probably the most important is what to do with this damn "that jeep". Should I spend another $1500 on it or just park the damn thing and put my little red Bronco II back on the road? To do that, I will have to register it in New Mexico and insure it in New Mexico. But that causes another problem. I want to leave New Mexico and find a homebase in Texas. And that causes another problem. Where in Texas????

I will be limited to the amount of time I can spend at each stop on the way to Ga. The first stop being Terlingua, Texas. That where I gonna shoot my guns, but ya can only shoot so many time in a week and still have time to visit. Then it's off to Port Aransas for a week on "da beach", pay some bills and visit old girlfriends. Oh, and don't forget to get an inspection sticker on "Sally da house". And a driver license. Then it's off to Houston Texas to visit daughter and family...swak some golf balls and fight the skeeters for a week. Never see so many skeeters as at the Steven F. Austin State Park. They eat ya up like pork chops. Then off to Shreveport...maybe play the slots and swak a golf ball. Get on I-20 and head 'em up to Ga. Can I do all that and still get there in time??? Hell, I don't know.

LOLOLOL....been holler'n out the door..."LUG NUT...INSIDE", but no Lug Nut. Must be at the Mexican Bar down the street. Then I look on the bed...there lay Lug Nut say'n "you talk'n to me"??? Crazy dog!!! Just like a cat.

Ok...got things to do....may come back...or not.

Since I'm on here making a correction I may as well tell ya what I been doing. Fixed that piece of trim on the bedroom slide out what was about to fall off. Backed the little red Bronco II up to the porch and started cleaning it out. Put a brand spank'n new "slime" tube in that bicycle with the flat tire. Ate 3 boiled eggs and now I'm get'n sleepy.

Spring????

What the hell you talk'n bout Spring??? After that blow we had yestyerday, I were think'n it was hurricane season already. Then when I got up this morning, I were think'n it was winter season. I don't git it...I just don't git it. Interstates closed down in north New Mexico due to "snow". And I hear tell, there's another front right behind this one.

Watched the weather channel last night and that weather guy said that the wind gusts in Deming was 54 mph. For Deming, that's just a breeze. Have ya ever been to Deming when the wind didn't blow???I have no confidence in what they say. I know it were 80 plus mph.

Big chore for the day was to clean my coffee maker. Broke out a quart of vinigar and let 'er rip. Well shoot, vini-grrrrrr don't work. Where can I buy some sulfuric acid??? Bet ya a buck that would clean it.

Ya know what??? A very important person is missing from the blog scene. Have ya seen her????

Confus'n the troops

Hee hee hee....last night I got to think'n, "ya gots to post something to confuse the troops". I got an email someone was get'n bored with my blog and wanted me to send air fare to Louisiana. I try my derndest to confuse ya with every post but here lately, my mind ain't work'n right and I been post'n just everyday "nuttin" stuff what I rekon is pretty boring. May have something to do with old Billy Bob being bored with "nuttin to do".

Boy howdy is it a beautiful day or what? I seen that sun come up this morning and I says to myself..."this is it...a beautiful day is on the horizon". Of course it were shin'n in my eyes here at the computer. Now I'm not say'n yesterday weren't a beautiful day 'cause it was. I mean it were sooo beautiful, me and pesky neighbor Wayne went to the Country Club and swak'ed us some golf balls. All over the place.

Now let me tell ya bout swak'n golf balls. It been 4 months since old Billy Bob put his bare feet on a golf course, so I weren't expect'n a good game. But I weren't expect'n a bad game either. At least not THAT bad. I done hit 3 brand spank'n new balls in the water on # 7 what put me 5 over par....on that hole. It ain't that I don't know how to swak a golf ball, it were just that the golf balls were thirsty.....or something like that. I were try'n my derndest to stay under 100...what is a girl score. Nope...103. Never gonna play again...sheesh!!!

Don't know what wrong my dogs. All they wanna do is lay round and sleep. You would think out here in the middle of nowhere...and free to run, they would do something. They ain't bird dogs 'cause the birds ain't skeered of them. They must be rabbit dogs, but there ain't no rabbits.....coyotes must'a 'et 'em. They won't chase a ball and Lug Nut eats the sticks I throw. Crazy dogs!!!

Speak'n of dogs.....one them "trailer trash" come down by my ranch this morning wear'n a orange tee shirt and orange shorts....what the hell. Anyhows, Lug Nut get ruffled up and were tell'n him to "git off my land". He don't belong down here. Then here he comes back later in his little red Chevette.....gun'n that little 4 banger engine and tried to run down Lug Nut. Now for the rest of the story.... Can old Billy Bob go to jail for cuss'n his ass out with .357 in hand???

Ok...I got things to do.....laters

Laters....."Holy crap Billy Bob, look what ya done went and done". I hook up that little trailer full of dumpster stuff to the golf cart and head off into the wind to empty it. Boy howdy....it were blow'n bout 15 mph but then all hell break loose....70 mph gust'n to 180. I been in worse winds than this when I lived on the boat.....500 mph winds.

But anyhows.......

Coyotes ate 'em

When ya lose followers it like losing your favorite pet..... out in the middle of nowhere.... full of hungry coyotes....and other critters. Know what I mean....HUH????