A wonderful day at Walmart

Ya see this small box....."Hey Bubba, watch this".

Well shoot, it didn't blow up or go "POOOOF" like I was expect'n. It says to let it swell up for 48 hours before ya put it on the bed, but I ain't gonna do that. Leave it out there in the yard for a couple hours.....I will sleep on this baby tonight.

Shoot, I ain't tell'n you people nuttin no more. The last of my worries is die'n. What I'm look'n for is a few "pain free" days before I do die. And, in case you want to know, I gonna tell my doc all bout my swolled up feet. Did you know, sit'n on your ass causes your buttocks to swell up, cut'n off the return blood flow....an' your feet swell up. I'm go'n with that one.

Walmart is done. Done been there. No refills for my meds....nice lady say it's too early. Gotta wait another week before my insurance will pay.

Then I went off look'n at stuff. Every microwave I look at is the wrong size. Would have to modify the opening. But I did find one pretty close, a inch too narrow. Left it lay'n there on the shelf 'cause I ain't mak'n two trips to the car. Park it way the hell an' gone from the front door.

Fount me the perfect pizza pan for my homebrew pizzas. Cast iron Lodge what ever the hell it is....griddle pan or something like that. Fit perfect in the Weber grill.

I betcha a dollar I don't cuss my freak'n can opener no more. That sucker don't cut all the way around, jump off....piece of crap. Buy me up a brand spank'n new one. Yup, I'm mak'n my life easier and less stressful....with a simple can opener. 

While I was scop'n out the aisles of Walmart, my freak'n foot start hurt'n. I got to find me a place to sit down an' take a break. It costed me $6.92 to sit in McDonalds eat 'em up place. They timed me too, 30 minutes, ya gotta go. Of course they furnished me with a big ol' hamburger, fries an' a coke while I was sit'n there rest'n.

The #1 sell'n brand of coffee in the entire world, Folgers Classic, an' Walmart ain't got none. Yes I was a bit rude when I asks the nice lady..."what the hell, where the Classic roast coffee"? There is no reason in the world that Walmart would ever be out of Folger Classic Roast. The nice lady tell me "tomorrow".

Did I ever tell ya bout the time....I was "evacuated" from a Walmart store. Ya see, this particular Walmart didn't put no prices on the stuff I was interested in buy'n. An' I were interested in buy'n a whole cart full of stuff. So's I start cuss'n, just a little ya know. Here come a nice lady in blue. "You can't say that in here". I tells her, "Well yes I can. I'm a full blooded, raised in the south, American redneck. I got rights ya know". She get on the phone, here come this great big ol' guy, look like a gang member...tatoos an' stuff, an' a little pip squeek floor manager of some sort, bout my size. Escort me right out the front door. I didn't buy nuttin from Walmart that day.


Then I locates me a check out. I got my stuff an' I need to go. Holy crap, I'm behind a lady with stuff overflow'n her cart. And she got one them suitcase coupon thingys that she thumb'n through. The other two open check outs have people line up all the ways to the jewelry department. This is gonna be a long wait. Oh wait, a nice young feller says...."come with me". He check me out lickity split....I'm in "that jeep" an' headed home.

I eat me up a couple jelly donuts for lunch, lay back, kick my feet up an' relax. This is liv'n the good life. For supper, I eat up a couple more. Damn I like donuts, along with a fresh cup of Folgers French Roast coffee.


Ok, I got me a topper to install on my bed. Hope that sucker swells up more than what it is now....it ain't look'n too good.  

Just rattle'n this morn'n...nuttin exciting

Well.....I done work really hard yesterday morn'n....git'n myself ready for a trip to Walmart. Got all my stuff lay out on the bed, water heater turn on....gonna get me a nice refresh'n shower. All was good to go....until......I almost fall slap out the shower. I were dizzy like when we play them spin games when we was kids. I got to lay myself down. I lay there for a long time....too long to go to town. Boy howdy you talk bout a nap, it's supper time.

Coffee was my main priority on my Walmart list. Got to have my coffee ya know. I didn't go to Walmart. But wait, I got a 1/2 container of "old" coffee in the hall closet. So's I brew some of it up this morn'n. It is definitely OLD. Real old, bout 3 or 4 months. I wonder what I would have done if'n I hadn't saved that old coffee???

I used to be a pretty popular guy at one time in my life. Not because I was a social celebrity or nuttin like that, I did silly shit. Say stuff an' "act'n up". If I was in the room, something is gonna happen. When I retired an' hit the road, I took all that silliness along with me for the ride. All that I could handle anyhows. I was happy. Then one day I turn 70 year old. That's when things took a turn. I'm fall'n down that hill what took me all my life to climb to the top. I ain't never gonna be able to climb that hill again. Ya learn to accept things as ya get older, but it sure ain't easy. Downright depress'n if'n ya ask me. I guess you would have to wear my shoes for a day to see how I feel. But anyhows, life goes on. It is what it is.

Got that full propane bottle all hook up to the Weber grill. Yum boy howdy, we gonna do some cook'n now. Oh wait, I ain't got nuttin to cook. Did somebody say Walmart? And speak'n of Walmart, what the hell, everbody hates Walmart. Shoot, they got anything you could ever want...or need, all rolled up in one gigantic store. One stop shopp'n. Big ol' flat screen TVs, beanie weenies in a can, fresh meat an' produce, nuts an' bolts, power tools....and fresh bake donuts. Even disposable Depends diapers for us old folk. Did you know, Walmart is the #2 employer in the US? Our government is #1.

I was sit'n over there on the couch an' got to think'n. "Billy Bob, you was all excitis a while back bout a couple trips you was gonna take". Well, yes I was excitis when I was plan'n an' all that. But damn, I weren't feel'n worth a poop when it came time to go. Then the time pass me right on by. Make new plans for another trip. They pass me right on by too. Do I feel bad bout not go'n? You bet yer bippy I do. This shit ain't fun sit'n here do'n nuttin. I hope my trip to Deming will make a difference in my life. Something gotta change. 

Update "pesky neighbor".....Swoled up feet

News Flash.....old "pesky neighbor"Wayne is alive.

I been sit'n round here think'n bout old "pesky" over there in Deming NM.....he ain't call me like he usually do. I wonder if he's OK? I'll just give him a ring...check up on him ya know. I sit over there on the couch, light'n up a smoke, cell sit'n next to me...that sucker start ring'n. Well how bout this, it's old "pesky neighbor" Wayne.

He's do'n super good, so he tells me an' says "where the hell are you"? I tell him I should be there by the end of the month....but I tole him that before. Sheesh!!! Don't nobody listen to the old Billy Bob?

The RV park is done gone slap to hell, weeds an' desert grass everwhere. Goat heads an' stuff. My old camp'n spot is growed up 3 feets high in weeds, "da porch" fall'n down. I won't be camp'n there. I don't cut weeds no more ya know.




I keep close track on the news ya know. Ain't much happen in "small town" south Texas , so I watch World news an' keep a eye on what them fools in Washington are do'n . I rekon it's a 50/50 deal on the "fools in Washington" part with the citizenry of the US.....you know, half agree, half don't. Pretty good balance if'n ya ask me. Now when things get all lop sided in the world, an' in Washington, like they are now, we all gonna suffer one way or atuther. We shouldn't have to suffer in America just 'cause one fool group gets a "brilliant idea" to save the country. Since when did the richest, most powerful country in the world need sav'n? No, I ain't talk'n bout "your" group, I'm talk'n bout the other one. Take yer pick, you're both right....or wrong, what ever the case may be.
"That's all I got to say bout that".....GUMP!

I got me a foot swell'n problem. Every night, my feet an' ankles is swell up like balloons. I had that happen before, but it was gone the next morn'n. Well, it ain't gone this time. Been a freak'n week an' they still swelled up. I ain't usually concern with something that goes away after a good nights sleep, but I'm think'n I'm a bit concerned now. What if'n I have to walk round the rest my life with "fat" feet??? Damn these health issues is get'n me down. "Oh Lord, what did I do to deserve this"?

It's time for that dreaded trip to Walmart. Ain't got no milk...what ain't sour, slap out of bread, no donuts, down to my last hot dog an' it's time to refill my meds. There was a time, an' it weren't long ago, a trip to Walmart was the highlight of my day. My god, there weren't nuttin like a trip to Walmart. But as of late, I dread do'n any shop'n at all....anywheres. Wears me slap out.

On top that, I got to go to the laundromat....but I think I done mention that. Damn I hate do'n laundry.

Did I mention I hate do'n dishes? Yeah, I hate that too. But I get 'em done yesterday. Still sit'n on the counter is done right? I don't see no reason in the world to take all that time to put the suckers in the cabinets when I gonna use 'em again. They ain't in my way, an' they look kind of cute sit'n there. Kind'a convenient too, just reach up there on the counter an' grab holt to what ya need.

I was read'n a blog this morn'n. This guy is "down". Truck won't start, wife an' kids left him, family don't want nuttin to do with him, his two friends deserted him....yeah, he's down. In the first two sentences, I done figger out "why". GD this, GD that. Eff this, eff that. SOB this, SOB that. This guy is flat dangerous. Hope he ain't got no guns an' go off the deep end. At least it was entertain'n to read.

Ok....got things to do ya know. Laters!

You ain't so smart Billy Bob

I don't recall the circumstances, but I was bout to flunk the second grade. Now how can ya flunk the second grade? It's not possible, is it? If'n I'm gonna learn anything, it's gonna have to be learned on the street. An' that what I did. I learned mathematics by go'n to the "nickle" picture show with $0.15 cents in my pocket. Main attraction, a serial (sp), couple cartoons, and world news. Anybody remember the picture show? 

I may not be versed in world knowledge, sentence structure, spell'n or any that kind of stuff, but I know some stuff bout how to survive. Learn it right out there in the middle of the street. Actually, I was a perfect speller until I was introduced to 4 letter words. Jist kidd'n.....I always got a hunnert on spell'n tests. Everthing else, if I got a "D", I was proud. If'n recess was graded, I would be a scholar.

I would'a done much better in school if'n it hadn't been for them dad gum little girls chas'n me round the school yard, knock me down an' kiss me right on the mouth before I could say "uncle". What the hell wrong with them fool girls? Us rambunctious (spell checker did that) boys weren't into that kind of stuff. We was adventurers, action heros....throw dirt clods....stuff like that.

Ok, that all the nonsense ya get for one day. I got dishes to do ya know. Sort out my laundy an' get it ready for the laundromat. God I hate go'n to the laundromat. Oh look, golf is on TV.....yeee haw!!!

I ain't go'n to bed....not yet

Further recliner discussions will be filed under "not at this time".

Ya see, I was sit'n here look'n at the thousands of recliner choices that pop up on my computer screen' when I clicks a button, an' I'm think'n....."them are some plumb ass ugly recliners". Some of 'em look pretty good in the photos, but when I visualize them over there where the couch is at, they don't look so good no more. I think I'm like'n the looks of that couch much better. So....gonna do some research on "chang'n the foam in a couch".
I just know...."I can do that".

Have ya ever dread go'n to bed?? Well, that what the old Billy Bob been do'n lately. I been stay'n up till almost 2am every night just so I don't have to go to bed. Lay there think'n for a couple hours, freak'n bad dreams, a few nightmares, uncomfortable, toss an' turn....and them god awful leg cramps. Stay'n up late has took care of most that stuff. But I don't want to make it a habit....just temporary ya know.
Cain't wait to get that topper. Be go'n to bed at 9pm when I get that sucker installed....sleep for 4 days. Yeah boy howdy!!!

I ain't got no bad news to bitch about this morn'n, feel pretty good matter of fact. An' I ain't got no good news worth mention'n bout neither.

Hee Heee....I'm a wizard. Talk nephew Joseph into go'n to the propane place an' get my bottle fill up. We gonna be Weber grill'n now. I like grill'n ya know....been do'n it for right at 50 years or so. There ain't nuttin like smoke an' flames com'n off a a rack of chicken legs...turn them suckers black. Char grill....oh yeah mama. I little unknown trick to grill'n perfect big ol' fat hot dogs. Before ya throws 'em on the hot grate, run a knife blade down the side....slit the skin one end to the other. Them suckers swell up big an' fat eat'n size I betcha a dollar. As with anything grilled, a perfect hot dog, has to be a bit on the burned side. Take it off the grill just before it catch on fire.....you good to go.

Speak'n of grills, here's a must read for the new followers....by the old Billy Bob his self.
Jet Powered BBQ Pit.
There are times I go back an' read bout some the silly stuff I done in my life. This story is beyond silly, it were plumb dangerous. Enjoy.

Ok....I got dishes to do, among other things.
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My god, who came up with the idea to go back an' read Billy Bob adventures??? I been read'n for on to two hours now....roll'n on the floor ya know. That guy was some kind of a nut. I would never do some the stuff he did when he was young feller......damn!!!




  
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Piddle round do'n nuttin

Well I want you lookie here, we got some cooler weather headed this way.....mid 90's. But not today.

I spent bout a hour yesterday, sit'n out there in the shade. In the shade, it was into the lower 100's again. What the hell???? I weren't do'n nuttin important what I couldn't do inside in the air conditioned comfort of "da house", so's I go back inside. Do me up a little housework, an' when I say little, that what I'm talk'n bout. Picked up Sadie Mae's dishes she left lay'n on the floor, sweeped the floor an' loaded up a big ol' bag of trash. Dishes patiently await my attention in the sink this morn'n.

Have ya ever look for a recliner what will fit through a 24 inches door opening? There's a lot to be considered when you're think'n of put'n a big ol' chushy piece of furniture in a RV. The most important consideration is "will it fit through the door"? In my case, it will have to be a wall hugger and the ability to swivel.....and fit through the door.
This is kind of what I got in mind....in a wall hugger model. Gotta be a wall hugger!

Or something like this....

This is comfort with a $900 price tag....ouch!!!!

My other alternative to a recliner is to "fix" the couch.

Ya see, when I had the couch reupholstered, I didn't have the guy replace the foam.....what is wore slap out from "pesky neighbor" Wayne's fat ass sit'n on it 14 times a day. Wayne is just a mite on the  heavy side ya know. My skinny ass sags down to the spring thingys....very uncomfortable an' that makes my back hurt. *I'm sit'n here look'n at that couch* "I can fix that". But I would much rather have a nice pretty "cushy" comfortable recliner sit'n over there. Any RV's read'n this, what kind (brand an' stuff) of recliner do you have?

Remember that propane tank I was tell ya bout what's empty? Well, it's still empty....no Weber grill'n in a week. I'm need'n some essentials, bread, milk, donuts...stuff like that. Maybe I'll go get me some propane. Grill me up a big juicy steak for supper tonight.

Well, I cain't say much for my exercise program. I had to stop the back exercises 'cause of the pain afterwords. That pain has subsided some since I quit. I'm still do'n the arm exercises with that rubber band stretch thingy, but my muscles are still hang'n off the bottom my arms. I'm think'n if'n I keep this up I can take Gypsy in a arm rassle contest. She challenge me ya know.

Speak'n of Gypsy, On the Road Again. That old gal has got her some spunk to drive all the way across the US sleep'n in a little "pup" tent. She's my age ya know, so why am I sit'n here "do'n nuttin"?

And just for OFM Barney, here a pic of the solar panel.

 It measures 31 1/2 inches X 42 1/2 inches. 

My comfort home....or something like that

Believe it or not, I feel pretty good this morn'n. That don't mean I'm gonna put my walk'n shoes on an' go for a walk, or jump on the "billy bike" an' go for a ride. Oh hell no, ain't gonna do none that.

First phase of converting "Sally da house" into a "comfort home" has been accomplished. Yesterday I ordered a gel memory foam topper for my bed. Be here in bout a week. Of course I ordered it from Amazon, my favorite online shop'n store. They got everthing. Will it help my back??? Hell, I don't know. If it don't, there's a dumpster just down the road a piece.

Then I was look'n at wall hugger swivel recliners. Got it in my mind to remove this uncomfortable back ache'n couch an' replace it with something I can lay back in, prop up my feet in an' sip me up a cup....comfortably. Not yet certain this is what I'm gonna do, but I'm think'n bout it.

Boy howdy let me tell ya, Texas is some kind of hot. I was gonna go outside an' change that pressure switch thingy (rotten green switch). I open the door an' holy crap, I ain't go'n out there. It were 104 degrees....accord'n to my Walmart special temperature thingy.
Much later in the evening, the temp drop to a workable level, an' I go change that pressure switch. It weren't the one I thought it would be (RGS) under the hood thingy, it were the one way up under "da house". Replaced all the missing fluid what got lost....all is good to go. It works.....yeee haw!!!

Fix an' adjust my awning an' I be road ready again. Ain't likely I'm gonna be run'n round Texas in this heat, so I ain't in no hurry. Yeah I been watch'n the temps. I should be in Alabama with the OFM Barney with all my winders wide open.

So this is where I am at today....stuck in Sinton, Texas.