I didn't tell ya this, but I tore that a/c compressor slap out of "that jeep". The damn thing leaked.....even after I put some that guaranteed leak stopper stuff in it.
"Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"??? Well shoot, I gonna go down the street to the air condition'n compressor sell'n place and buy me up a brand spank'n new one.....that what I'm gonna do. Sure do hurts my pride that I couldn't fix the damn thing myself, but after tak'n it apart one time and it still leak, it's time for a new one. Ya see, ya can't just go out and buy new "o" rings for a compressor...ya know. Actually they ain't "o" rings. They is "square" rings. Who ever thought of put'n square "o" rings on a compressor???? Ain't that the same as put'n a square peg on a round hole? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Anyhows......"what ya been do'n Billy bob"? Well shoot, I ain't been do'n nuttin. Dad blasted TV got me mezmarized....or something like that. Been stay'n up till the wee hours watch'n stupit stuff. I don't even like TV.....what the hell I do'n watch'n it?
Speak'n of TV, when I live on the boat, I ordered me up one them there DirecTV thingys. When the monthly cost got to $47 a month, I throwed all that stuff slap in the dumpster. My son Robert got me hook up to his DirecTV and there ain't nuttin but commercials every 8 minutes or so. That right there is all it took for the old Billy Bob to make the decision he weren't gonna fall into another DirecTV trap. An' ya ain't go no choice of what ya gonna watch neither......junk, that what it is.....junk. If'n it was me run'n things, DirecTV would give ya a choice of program'n. Cost ya bout a nickle, or a quarter, for each channel ya choose. Sound good to me.
Boy howdy.....old age sure is catch'n up to me real quick like. All my hopes, wants an' desires are just sit'n there look'n at me as to say..."well"???? I don't rekon 70 year old is really old. But when you got a back what been mess up for 30 years, 70 year old is old. Sure would like to wake up one morn'n and not feel like I slept with a butcher knife in my back. Then have to stumble my way to the coffee pot for my morning dose of "fixer up" caffeine. Then after a couple hours sit'n on my buttocks, finally be able to get up and move around an' do something. That sucks ya know.
Ok....got things to do. "How bout put'n all them tools away Billy Bob"??? Maybe today, maybe not.
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Monday, July 9, 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Prep this....
Dag nab it, what are people think'n? I remember a time when old prospectors drinked mercury followed by a shot of whiskey. Ain't none of 'em died from mercury. They died of gun shots wounds, fall'n down a hunnert foots mine shaft, got kickied in the head by a burro....or something like that. Then here come a bunch of burrocrats claim'n that mercury will kill ya. Everbody believed it an' quit drink'n the stuff. Then there is lead paint. My god, I ate a ton that stuff when I were teeth'n as a young'un. Now days "they" (whoever they is) is try'n to outlaw lead fish weights and shot gun pellets.
Allergies......hogwash. Don't care what ya say, allergies is hogwash. Weren't no such thing back when we all played outside, ate mud pies and romped through the woods with our old flea infested dog. Television, video games and cell phones....that what it is. No body goes outside. Or if'n you was to take a closer look, it ain't pollen from flowers and stuff like that....it's the crap we are put'n in the air. Chemicals and stuff. I member one time when I live across the street from Monsanto. Got me a new paint job out that deal. Discharged chemicals done ate holes in my paint. Way to go chemical companies.
Preppers is what scares me. These are the people what is scared to death that the world is com'n to a end.....maybe tomorrow. Stock up (hoard) everything from can groceries to toilet paper....tons of the stuff. I went off this morn'n read'n some "prepper" blogs. I says...."what the hell"? Don't need to be tell'n ya what I'm think'n bout all that. Hog wash!!! If'n ya want a can of green beans, go to the damn grocery store an' buy a can.
Ok....I'm done with all that. Good morn'n!!!! I'm think'n it gonna be another hot day here in west Georgia. A/C is already crank'n out cold air. Might gonna be a inside day of reinstall'n all the stuff I took out "da house" last week. I ain't look'n forward to that. There stuff lay'n everwheres. And tools...."my God Billy Bob, look at that pile of tools ya got to put up".
As you can see, I don't have much to say this morn'n. Sooo, I'm out of here...got things to do ya know.
Allergies......hogwash. Don't care what ya say, allergies is hogwash. Weren't no such thing back when we all played outside, ate mud pies and romped through the woods with our old flea infested dog. Television, video games and cell phones....that what it is. No body goes outside. Or if'n you was to take a closer look, it ain't pollen from flowers and stuff like that....it's the crap we are put'n in the air. Chemicals and stuff. I member one time when I live across the street from Monsanto. Got me a new paint job out that deal. Discharged chemicals done ate holes in my paint. Way to go chemical companies.
Preppers is what scares me. These are the people what is scared to death that the world is com'n to a end.....maybe tomorrow. Stock up (hoard) everything from can groceries to toilet paper....tons of the stuff. I went off this morn'n read'n some "prepper" blogs. I says...."what the hell"? Don't need to be tell'n ya what I'm think'n bout all that. Hog wash!!! If'n ya want a can of green beans, go to the damn grocery store an' buy a can.
Ok....I'm done with all that. Good morn'n!!!! I'm think'n it gonna be another hot day here in west Georgia. A/C is already crank'n out cold air. Might gonna be a inside day of reinstall'n all the stuff I took out "da house" last week. I ain't look'n forward to that. There stuff lay'n everwheres. And tools...."my God Billy Bob, look at that pile of tools ya got to put up".
As you can see, I don't have much to say this morn'n. Sooo, I'm out of here...got things to do ya know.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Blog whoa's
Well shoot, what the hell we gonna talk bout today? Ain't offen I run out of stuff to talk about ya know.....but....
Ya ain't gonna beleive it.....Sadie May done put a scratch in the brand spank'n new "that floor". Ya see, it's like this....we was com'n in to "da house" last night an' she were all excitis bout something....go slid'n cross the floor....leave a skid mark. Now where the hell are her fingernail clippers? I don't like trim'n her nails 'cause I worry bout go'n too far and make her scream. Ain't no ways I gonna again take her to a groomer to have it done. First they do the same thing I do. Cut off bout a eigth inches. Then they hands me back my dog long with a big ol' bill for their services. All in bout 5 minutes. Nope....ain't no way.
Ok here's the deal. It's hard enough to sit down and write a blog post what might be interesting to everbody. You cain't please everbody with every blog ya write. Thoughts, desires and interests ain't all the same. So how the hell do ya write a blog what everybody wants to read? I've tried every angle I can think of to maintain followers....except sports and politics. I can't do it. Followers come and go. "Suck it up Billy Bob".
Speak'n of followers, I got lots of followers I would like to meet up with in person and spend some quality time with. Some I done had the pleasure to meet up with and they on my "to visit again" list. Are you on my list???
Ain't got much to say bout comments. Sometimes I do....sometimes I don't. But....I read all the blogs. I'm like everbody else....I like to see comments, but I don't always comment. Catch my drift???
Now what the hell is wrong with Billy Bob. For the last 4 or 8 days, everything I eat, I get sick. Not puk'n sick, but I sure don't feel good. Think'n maybe it has something to do with all the stress an' pull'n my hair out is caus'n it. Why sure us retired people have stress if'n ya didn't know. We got lots of important stuff to think bout ya know. Even "road fever" can cause stress. Mine is com'n from all the stuff still on my "to do" list and what little time I have left to "git 'er done". I rekon I probably aughter get off my butt and do something...huh?
Ok....need to crank up "that jeep and go to the auto parts sell'n place. Got to buy me up some freon and oil for the a/c. Yeah....that what I gonna do.
Ya ain't gonna beleive it.....Sadie May done put a scratch in the brand spank'n new "that floor". Ya see, it's like this....we was com'n in to "da house" last night an' she were all excitis bout something....go slid'n cross the floor....leave a skid mark. Now where the hell are her fingernail clippers? I don't like trim'n her nails 'cause I worry bout go'n too far and make her scream. Ain't no ways I gonna again take her to a groomer to have it done. First they do the same thing I do. Cut off bout a eigth inches. Then they hands me back my dog long with a big ol' bill for their services. All in bout 5 minutes. Nope....ain't no way.
Ok here's the deal. It's hard enough to sit down and write a blog post what might be interesting to everbody. You cain't please everbody with every blog ya write. Thoughts, desires and interests ain't all the same. So how the hell do ya write a blog what everybody wants to read? I've tried every angle I can think of to maintain followers....except sports and politics. I can't do it. Followers come and go. "Suck it up Billy Bob".
Speak'n of followers, I got lots of followers I would like to meet up with in person and spend some quality time with. Some I done had the pleasure to meet up with and they on my "to visit again" list. Are you on my list???
Ain't got much to say bout comments. Sometimes I do....sometimes I don't. But....I read all the blogs. I'm like everbody else....I like to see comments, but I don't always comment. Catch my drift???
Now what the hell is wrong with Billy Bob. For the last 4 or 8 days, everything I eat, I get sick. Not puk'n sick, but I sure don't feel good. Think'n maybe it has something to do with all the stress an' pull'n my hair out is caus'n it. Why sure us retired people have stress if'n ya didn't know. We got lots of important stuff to think bout ya know. Even "road fever" can cause stress. Mine is com'n from all the stuff still on my "to do" list and what little time I have left to "git 'er done". I rekon I probably aughter get off my butt and do something...huh?
Ok....need to crank up "that jeep and go to the auto parts sell'n place. Got to buy me up some freon and oil for the a/c. Yeah....that what I gonna do.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
"that floor"
I'm think'n everbody is gonna be hear'n bout "that floor" for years to come. If'n I've said it once, I'm gonna say it again......Oh....just nevermind. Only thing I got to say is "don't".
Put the last and final coat of polyurethane on "that floor" yesterday. I'm done with it. Finished. Don't never wanna see another wood floor long as I live. Geeese......!!!! Now I'm gonna buy me up a bunch of rugs an' stuff to cover it up. "What was you think'n Billy Bob"???? Pretty girl catch your eye every time and most times is a mistake.
Son Billy the cop come by for a visit yesterday. We sit out there under the shade thingy sip'n up a cup and talk'n up a storm bout danc'n girls, trucks an' cars and break'n stuff. Ya see, when Billy was a little boy, he was the toy terror....or anything else he laid his hands on. If'n it weren't broke, when he finish look'n at it, it were broke. There was a time when daddy bought up some Tonka Toys. You know, the indestructible ones. Much thought went into which kid got which toy. The dump trunk had only one moving part....a perfect match for Billy. After two loads of dirt and sand, the dump truck was history. Billy had struck. Bent axles and the dump thingy tore slap off.....nuttin left but a cab and 2 bent axles. Tonka Toys is no match for my Billy.
I have to admit, I think I'm get'n too damn old. Wore plumb slap out. Ye see, it's like this....I been watch'n myself through all this remodel/modification/maintenance work and I cain't do all that crap no more. If'n I get down on the floor to measure something, by the time I get back up, I done forgit what the measurement was. Or I got to have somebody help me get back up. Some times I think it's time to be put out to pasture like a old cow what outlived it's use. Time to find me a chunk of land and plant my ass next to a stream with a fish pole in one hand....a cup of coffee in the other. Never figgered this day would come.
Don't read too much into what I just said....I gonna feel better tomorrow.
Put the last and final coat of polyurethane on "that floor" yesterday. I'm done with it. Finished. Don't never wanna see another wood floor long as I live. Geeese......!!!! Now I'm gonna buy me up a bunch of rugs an' stuff to cover it up. "What was you think'n Billy Bob"???? Pretty girl catch your eye every time and most times is a mistake.
Son Billy the cop come by for a visit yesterday. We sit out there under the shade thingy sip'n up a cup and talk'n up a storm bout danc'n girls, trucks an' cars and break'n stuff. Ya see, when Billy was a little boy, he was the toy terror....or anything else he laid his hands on. If'n it weren't broke, when he finish look'n at it, it were broke. There was a time when daddy bought up some Tonka Toys. You know, the indestructible ones. Much thought went into which kid got which toy. The dump trunk had only one moving part....a perfect match for Billy. After two loads of dirt and sand, the dump truck was history. Billy had struck. Bent axles and the dump thingy tore slap off.....nuttin left but a cab and 2 bent axles. Tonka Toys is no match for my Billy.
I have to admit, I think I'm get'n too damn old. Wore plumb slap out. Ye see, it's like this....I been watch'n myself through all this remodel/modification/maintenance work and I cain't do all that crap no more. If'n I get down on the floor to measure something, by the time I get back up, I done forgit what the measurement was. Or I got to have somebody help me get back up. Some times I think it's time to be put out to pasture like a old cow what outlived it's use. Time to find me a chunk of land and plant my ass next to a stream with a fish pole in one hand....a cup of coffee in the other. Never figgered this day would come.
Don't read too much into what I just said....I gonna feel better tomorrow.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Give 'em hell Billy Bob
Boy howdy....another project. Got Robert and Tim lay'n pavers at the back porch. Ya see, it was like this....there were some old warped and rotted boards used as pavers and I decided the boys gonna dig them boards up an' throws them in the dumpster. Sent them off to Walmart to buy up some concrete pavers an' some sand. Gonna be a professional job when the old Billy Bob show 'em how to do it.
What can be hard bout lay'n pavers? Well let me tell ya. Ya got to have a nice level foundation to lay them on, covered with bout a inches or so of sand. Now if'n you was here watch'n grandson Timothy try'n to level the ground, you would see why I throwed up my arms and walk slap off'n the job. Damn Tim, it's simple.
Hot damn, weather is back to normal. Right at 94 degs here in the State of Georgia. That blasted heat wave what come through here like to have kill me. Had to stay inside all day watch'n TV....thermostat set on 75. Yee Haa.....it were cool in "da house". It's cloudy today so maybe it gonna rain. Not that I want rain or anything like that, but it would give me a test run on if'n the slide out is gonna leak or not after caulking the roof of it. Not would make me very happy and proud. Come on rain, I dares ya.
I ain't got a damn thing to talk bout today. That is unless ya wanna here some more bout the "that floor". Notice I says "that floor". Remember when I bought up "that jeep"? It was a mistake and "that jeep" got the name as a sarcastic remark 'cause it's a piece of crap. Now I named my floor for the same reason...."that floor". Two mistakes don't make a right. Anyhows....started slap'n on another coat of polyurethane on "that floor" and it look'n good again. Can still see the imperfections, but what the hell.....I'm done with this friggin nightmare.
Ok....things to do ya know.....laters.
LOL....update on pavers.....another nightmare. Robert done took over. What he think he do'n, pour'n concrete??? Set'n forms an' stuff. LOLOLOL.....funny.
What can be hard bout lay'n pavers? Well let me tell ya. Ya got to have a nice level foundation to lay them on, covered with bout a inches or so of sand. Now if'n you was here watch'n grandson Timothy try'n to level the ground, you would see why I throwed up my arms and walk slap off'n the job. Damn Tim, it's simple.
Hot damn, weather is back to normal. Right at 94 degs here in the State of Georgia. That blasted heat wave what come through here like to have kill me. Had to stay inside all day watch'n TV....thermostat set on 75. Yee Haa.....it were cool in "da house". It's cloudy today so maybe it gonna rain. Not that I want rain or anything like that, but it would give me a test run on if'n the slide out is gonna leak or not after caulking the roof of it. Not would make me very happy and proud. Come on rain, I dares ya.
I ain't got a damn thing to talk bout today. That is unless ya wanna here some more bout the "that floor". Notice I says "that floor". Remember when I bought up "that jeep"? It was a mistake and "that jeep" got the name as a sarcastic remark 'cause it's a piece of crap. Now I named my floor for the same reason...."that floor". Two mistakes don't make a right. Anyhows....started slap'n on another coat of polyurethane on "that floor" and it look'n good again. Can still see the imperfections, but what the hell.....I'm done with this friggin nightmare.
Ok....things to do ya know.....laters.
LOL....update on pavers.....another nightmare. Robert done took over. What he think he do'n, pour'n concrete??? Set'n forms an' stuff. LOLOLOL.....funny.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Run'n out of time
Boy howdy, why do I wake up in a grouchy mood when I know I ain't got nuttin to be grouchy about. Yup, today is gonna be one them days. I've got myself in a bind mess'n with stuff I should have left alone.
Back to the floor, the one issue I would like to forget. A test was performed on a new piece of flooring. The result indicated the can of polyurethane is contaminated.
It seems now that the gallon can of polyurethane is contaminated with itty bitty dust particles and great big ol' dog hairs. Ya see, it's like this....Robert took over the task of slop'n on the final coat of finish on the floor. What turned out to be "nasty". What I spent an entire day sanding out all the imperfections I could.....with a bunch of "greenies". I now have a smooth floor with no finish coat on it. Never, and I stress NEVER, cover an open can of polyurethane with the same rag you are using to wipe up dirt, dust, sand and dog hairs. "Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"?
Now you can see why I get a bit grouchy from time to time. But that's not the only reason a person would be grouchy this early in the morning. Nothing is getting finished like I had planned. The wheel bearings on "Sally da house" are still not repacked and more than likely won't be. The grease job and engine maintenance has not been performed....and more than likely won't be. The tires are still not replaced and more than likely won't be. The slide out awning cover is still lay'n on the floor in the garage. The full day of working on "that jeep" is more than likely a complete loss. Something ain't go'n 'cord'n to plan.
Ok, if'n you been follow'n Billy Bob's blog long enough, you know he gonna be fine tomorrow. All smiles, jump'n up an' down, run'n round the block an' stuff like that. Right???
Speak'n run'n round the block, did I ever tell ya bout the time.......
It were way back when I were just a young feller in Port Aransas, Texas. Bout the same time the hippies was head'n off to some wild an' crazy concert up in New York...or somewheres like that. I had spend the night before out on the town with the boys....drink'n beer and "hoot'n" it up. I had me a headache, sick as a dog.....grouchy. XX wife was flap'n her jaws an' giv'n me hell. I jumps up chase her nag'n ass slap out the house to the front porch. She stand out there mak'n fun the old Billy Bob an' stuff like that. "Na na na you can't get me". Like hell I can't......out the door I flys ....neekid a jay bird, chas'n her down the street with a pitcher full ice water I gonna toss on her. Holy crap, there was people all over the place giggl'n and laugh'n....point'n fingers an' stuff....an' I ain't got a stitch of clothes on....Wilber flap'n in the breeze.
Hee hee....that were funnier than hell.
Ok, let's see what today brings the old Billy Bob. Laters.
Back to the floor, the one issue I would like to forget. A test was performed on a new piece of flooring. The result indicated the can of polyurethane is contaminated.
It seems now that the gallon can of polyurethane is contaminated with itty bitty dust particles and great big ol' dog hairs. Ya see, it's like this....Robert took over the task of slop'n on the final coat of finish on the floor. What turned out to be "nasty". What I spent an entire day sanding out all the imperfections I could.....with a bunch of "greenies". I now have a smooth floor with no finish coat on it. Never, and I stress NEVER, cover an open can of polyurethane with the same rag you are using to wipe up dirt, dust, sand and dog hairs. "Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"?
Now you can see why I get a bit grouchy from time to time. But that's not the only reason a person would be grouchy this early in the morning. Nothing is getting finished like I had planned. The wheel bearings on "Sally da house" are still not repacked and more than likely won't be. The grease job and engine maintenance has not been performed....and more than likely won't be. The tires are still not replaced and more than likely won't be. The slide out awning cover is still lay'n on the floor in the garage. The full day of working on "that jeep" is more than likely a complete loss. Something ain't go'n 'cord'n to plan.
Ok, if'n you been follow'n Billy Bob's blog long enough, you know he gonna be fine tomorrow. All smiles, jump'n up an' down, run'n round the block an' stuff like that. Right???
Speak'n run'n round the block, did I ever tell ya bout the time.......
It were way back when I were just a young feller in Port Aransas, Texas. Bout the same time the hippies was head'n off to some wild an' crazy concert up in New York...or somewheres like that. I had spend the night before out on the town with the boys....drink'n beer and "hoot'n" it up. I had me a headache, sick as a dog.....grouchy. XX wife was flap'n her jaws an' giv'n me hell. I jumps up chase her nag'n ass slap out the house to the front porch. She stand out there mak'n fun the old Billy Bob an' stuff like that. "Na na na you can't get me". Like hell I can't......out the door I flys ....neekid a jay bird, chas'n her down the street with a pitcher full ice water I gonna toss on her. Holy crap, there was people all over the place giggl'n and laugh'n....point'n fingers an' stuff....an' I ain't got a stitch of clothes on....Wilber flap'n in the breeze.
Hee hee....that were funnier than hell.
Ok, let's see what today brings the old Billy Bob. Laters.
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