My "da porch"

For those what don't know.....here's the deal. In 2005, the old Billy Bob was "stuck in Deming". I had come to town for a short stay.....I'm on vacation ya know. The weather was beautiful, the greens at the golf course was slick as ice

 ....I'll stay a month.

I set up camp at a local RV park downtown.

Then I met "pesky neighbor" Wayne. We golf ball swakened together an' became BS an' lie'n friends.

We moved to a little "mom an' pop" RV park outside of town call Beyond the River RV Park. Yes there's a river what runs through Deming, but it runs under ground, are so they say. I'm think'n it just died somewheres out there in the desert north of Deming. What do I know, I'm a tourist.

Anyhows, I set up camp. "Ya gotta have a porch Billy Bob". So's I build one

....from the ground up.

 
In 2011....or was it 2012, I sold "da porch" to the RV park not expect'n to ever come back. I came back. An' I still can "sit on "da porch" sip'n up a cup an' think'n". My "da porch" has turn into the "meeting place" where everbody in the park come to sit an' spew out BS an' lies.

  Taken 2012....an' I call it my "da porch".

Ok, now that that is out of the way, on to the "nuttins" for the day. I'm have'n a very hard time with my decisions. Ha, it only took me two weeks to decide if'n I was gonna stay in Deming for two more weeks. I still don't know where I'm gonna go when I leave here, but I'm think'n by the time these two weeks are up, Lake Amistad will be open to the public. Dad gum government.
I pretty much decided to get off these generic drugs an' go'n back to the name brand Coreg. My heart rate is still too high as far as I'm concerned...80 plus, just sit'n on my buttocks.
Then theres what the hell I gonna do bout my back? It ain't get'n no better. Damn....I don't like doctors with big machetes, chisels an' hammers.

Ok, I'm gonna go out on "da porch", sip up a cup an' do some think'n.    





 

Nuttin day = Sunday

Ok, so today is Sunday....right? What does a normal retiree do on a Sunday morning? "Well shoot, that easy. Ya get up late an' ya don't do nuttin all day".

And that's exactly what I did. Unless "da porch" time is considered do'n something. My god, everbody come visit Billy Bob this afternoon. We sit out there for hours tell'n BS an' lies. Rent man come by. I pay for two more weeks. That's it....I'm done.

$5000 Jeep....broke again

Oh boy, we get to spend some more bucks on "that jeep". I've been eat'n hot dogs, peanut butter samiches an' boiled chicken necks to save money for this anticipated day....."that jeep" is broke again.

Ya see, I was fool enough yesterday to think I could swak a golf'n ball down the middle of the fairway. That's bout all I want to remember bout a "day of golf ball swak'n". Sheesh....it was a terrible experience. On the way back to "da house", after hit'n that damn little ball bout a hunnert times, I pushes on the brake.....screeech an' grind. Sound like I wake up a pissed off prehistoric sabre tooth tiger on the prowl. Something wrong I betch'a a dollar. Ok, so I ain't change the brake pads in a hunnert years....I'm gonna be do'n it now. So here's the deal. My Neighbor Mark just loves to change brake pads....that what he tell me anyhows. But he can't do it today. He say Thursday. By Thursday, I could be in Sinton, Texas, buy a new set of brake pads an' nephew Joseph be under "that jeep" do'n his favorite thing....fix'n "that jeep".

I'm not able to do that kind of stuff no more. Once I get on the ground, I ain't get'n back up. Like yesterday, I was check'n the water in the house batteries (check one more off the "to do" list). I sit's down in a patch of goat heads. My ass is so dead an' numb from sit'n on it, I never feel a thing. I adds a gallon if distilled water. Now I got to get up off'n the ground. I got goat heads in my ass, in my hands an' I bangs the shit out my head on the bedroom slide out. I ain't never get'n on the ground again.

Today is "payday" at the RV park. I been here near on to 6 weeks (Oct. 15th). This leaves me with a decision. Pull out on the 15th an' fix the brakes in Sinton, or pay for another 2 weeks an' fix 'em here. I'm good with either decision.

Holy crap, it's 5:30am when I get this dad gum leg cramp. I comes fly'n out from under the covers, stand'n on my tippy toes....I got to pee. What the hell, I'm up, it's dark, it's cold in "da house" (39 degs outside), I might as well stay up an' watch a sunrise. Brew me up a pot. Turn on the TV an' watch a couple hunnert hot air balloons take off up in Albuquerque. I been want'n for years to go see them in person. You know, park "Sally da house" in one them hunnert dollar a night park'n sites. But my god, I ain't got "that" much pocket change. TV coverage is almost like be'n there, maybe better. This year there is just under 600 balloons to take to the skies.

Holy crap....traffic jam.

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Ok, here's what I'm not understanding. After I publish my blog post, I click on one of my followers blog site. I scroll their followers list. The post I just finished publishing does not show up on the top of their list. Then I scroll down their followers list and find my "yesterdays" blog post. I'm using Firefox, does that make a difference? That's what I'm talk'n bout....where the hell is my blog post for "today"? Grrrrrrrrrr Google Blogger!!!
Update, two minutes later. After I updated, it now shows up. I'm lost in a world of technology I don't understand. "Just forget bout it Billy Bob".

What's a blog???

What do you expect when you click on a blog? Entertainment? History? Enlightenment? A daily dose of humor? Sad trying times? A romantic interlude of life? Family practices?
Holy cows, the list gets longer the more I think of the reasons I click on a blog.

For so many of us that write blogs, what may have been a idea of a personal journal in the beginning, soon turns into "the story of my life" for others to read. It's the others that are important in blog writing ya know. You write for all the reasons listed above to grow an audience of followers and daily readers. You become involved in the lives of others through their comments and their own blogs with just a little clickity click. You get to know them. Their thoughts, dreams, sadness, happy times....another long list could fit here. Some ya actually get to meet in person "down the road a piece". 

I started my blog "Billy Bob's Place" for just about the same reasons as everbody else. A scary beginning into a strange new world of cyber communication. I was gonna write bout some the places I traveled to as a full time RV'er an' leave it at that. I soon became aware the "others" were more interested in my nonsense and daily experiences than that of a "normal rational person" writing dull travel stories. I rekon I could be one of "those" if'n I wanted to, but then....I wouldn't be "Billy Bob" would I?

As time passes me by, my thoughts change. My memory grows dimmer....."lights out Billy Bob". Childhood memories (stories) become lost in a maze of twisted and dying brain cells (good thing I wrote some of them down in my blogs). Things don't work so good no more. I'm get'n old an' there ain't a damn thing I can do bout it. That's life. Before I know it, I'll be sleep'n out in the pasture with them dad gum worthless cows what don't make milk no more.

It got a little bit nippy last night with a new cold front pass'n through. Overnight 40 degs, but it's already a beautiful 70 deg day...an' climb'n. I still using my little fall fleece blankies to keep me warm at night. I'm think'n winter blankies are just around the corner. I got me this one great big ol' blanket what would fit a super duper king size....gotta modify that sucker to fit my regular size bed. I modify stuff ya know.

"What's the possibility of a golf ball swak'n experience today Billy Bob"? The weather is beautiful, I don't feel too bad, I may just do that....but not right now. Maybe later.

One more update on my drugs. I went online an' read bout it. Then I look see the "instructions" the pharmacy give me. In giant bold letters, it says....DO NOT TAKE TWO. I'm think'n that's what I did. The ingredients for the generic is the same as name brand Coreg....with less mg. I think I'm good to go.
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Google is still mess up. Todays post is not appearing on other blogs. Not on my computer anyhows. 

 

  

Drugs, mind changes an' frustration

Holy crap!! Is it me, Google or the government shutdown? You might be ask'n yerself "why does Billy Bob mention the government shut down" on a nonsense blog. How bout we just put it this way....."I'M PISSED". And I have a right to be. And I'll stand up for my rights, not to be swayed by one individual that thinks his shit don't stink. There's your politics for the day.

I been notice a lot of changes to our internet experiences. Just yesterday Yahoo changed my "mail" set up with a "new experience". So they call it. "Ok Yahoo, how do I read my mail"??? I still don't like the changes Yahoo made to my "my yahoo" page. I had that sucker just like I wanted it. Pooooof, it's gone, just like that.....a "new experience". Google blogger continues to make little changes that some of us don't see. But it shows up when we publish a blog posting. On more than one occasion, I've discovered, not only my blog, but others too, did not publish for others to see the newest posting. It's there, you just don't know it. I suspect that's what happened to my blog yesterday. And then there's Windows with all their upgrades. Right now I have 750 megabytes of upgrades to download. This is a brand spank'n new computer, why would I have to upgrade?

 Damn, I only got bout two days to do a weeks worth of work. Not really work, but check'n stuff before I crank up "Sally da house" an' hit the road. Each little chore is only bout 5 minutes long, some a little longer. But you know how the old Billy Bob works with chores. Gotta take a break ever once in a while. Now the freak'n wind is blow'n a hunnert mile a hour an' I need to go outside....check battery water, drain an' fill my fresh water tank, empty black water tank, check tire pressures, check engine fluids....stuff like that.

Update on the "drug test". I'm think'n I may have passed. I took one them new medications last night....notice I said just one. I wait for 30 minutes for the drugs to kick in. Heart rate stay the same, blood pressure stay the same. I think I'm gonna live! Now if'n there was a drug to fix my aching back.

I'll never ever again let a chiropractor touch my back again. I'm think'n the last one, 11 year ago, is the reason for half my pain. Big feller....twist me up like a pretzel. He call it a "adjustment". Adjust "this" sucker.

Had a chiropractor adjust my neck one time. It was my lower back that hurt, why the hell he mess'n with my neck for? Anyhow, it go "pop", he grins an' says...."you fixed". For two weeks I couldn't turn my head neither way....just look forward all the time. When I go back for my next "workmans comp" scheduled appointment, I tell him bout my neck. He says...."I can fix that right up". I don't think so.

Then there was the time....I went to a chiropractor in Atlanta for a aching lower back. He take x-rays. I was headed for the door after he look at my x-ray an' say..."Oh my, you got a big 'un". What the hell??? This is a doctors office, not a side show. Chiropractors ain't all they "cracked" up to be.

Got a little cold front headed this way tonight an' tomorrow. Drop in temps bout 10 degs or so. I can handle that. Wonder if'n I can handle a couple more weeks?

Ya see, since I ain't got nowheres to go an' I ain't in no kind of a hurry, I been think'n bout stay'n in Deming till the end of the month....or therebouts. That's my thought this morn'n. My thoughts have been knowed to change. Monday was my planned departure date....will I or won't I???

Ok, I'm done. Hope this post is visible after I publish it. Did anybody see yesterdays post bout JoJo?

OK, the blog post did not publish or show up on other blogs.  How I gonna fix this????

 

Baby JoJo

This is not a good day. Grrrrrrrr at the world. "Well shoot Billy Bob, don't read the news".
Armed Park Rangers. Park Rangers issuing "tickets" at $100 a pop. Illegals allowed to protest/gather in parks closed to veterans. I don't care if this is a Obama thing, a democrat thing, a republican thing or just a bunch of idiots thing....this crap ain't right.

Well, I made another, probly stupit, decision. I ain't go'n to Inks Lake. Simple as that. It ain't 'cause I don't like Inks Lake or nuttin like that, 'cause I really do. Probly my second choice of lakes in the big State of Texas. Well, maybe third choice. No....second. "My god Billy Bob, make up yer mind".

Ya see, I ain't got it in me no more. I'm tired of travel. But I been tell'n ya that for two or more years....right? My little health issues, an' a dose of depression is got me down.....knock me slap on the floor. Today, I just don't give a fly'n flip. Maybe tomorrow or so, I'll go to Inks Lake.

So what about JoJo? When JoJo was gifted to me back in '95, he was 5 weeks old. I tiny little thing what would fit in one hand. He was a feisty little thing from that day on. Make ya wanna laugh at his antics an' clumsiness....side'n across the floor bump'n into stuff. We moved to the boat. He took to boat life with a gusto. Run'n up an' down the teak decks, bump'n into stuff....bark'n at sea gulls, or anything else that caught his eye. 

JoJo was the protector of the boat. When me an' son Daniel moved aboard "Coyote", it was still under contract at a local boat sell'n place. This mean people come to look see "my" boat for a couple months even though I sign a contract with the owner. The assistant marina official guy bring people on board to look her over. JoJo bite the assistant marina guy two times while I was at work at The University of Texas. Tored his britches an' drawed blood onest. An' JoJo was only 4 months old. He never come back to the boat with people an' he keep his distance from JoJo ever time he see him.

One dark evening JoJo took his first plunge into the black waters below. I can hear him splish splash'n with his little paws, but I can't see him. It's dark in here. "The flashlight Daniel, git the flashlight". Where the hell is my dawg? Oh, there he is, sit'n on top of the rudder what stick out the water a couple inches. Rescued JoJo with a fish dip net. Poor little bugger.

I come home to the boat with a order of fresh deep fried shrimps. Great big 'uns....four bite size. I sit my plate of shrimps down in the cockpit to get a cup of coffee. I comes back, four shrimps is gone....pooof, just like that. "JoJo, did you eat my shrimps"? Up under a tarp on the starboard side of the boat, I fount my shrimps. He ain't took his first bite. He was just play'n a trick on me....right!!!

I don't go nowheres without my JoJo. I pulls up in front my favorite eat'em up place. I'm sit'n there sip'n up a cup an' here come the waitress...."Isn't that your car in the middle of the street block'n traffic to the ferry landing"?  Yup it sure were. JoJo had knock the gear shifter thingy out of park an' roll backards....into the street. When I get to the car to pull it out of the street, JoJo says to me...."We go ride daddy".....tail wagg'n.

Tie JoJo to the car while I'm sip'n up a cup at my fav eat'em up. A guy come in...."that damn dog out there bite me". He show me...."it's superficial, no problem....go sit down".  Ya see, the guy was too close to daddy's car an' he tried to pet JoJo. That's a no no for strangers.

My daughter Angela, her friend Jennifer, JoJo an' me was ride'n down the beach in the Buick. The girls holler'n at boys, JoJo bark'n at sea gulls an' me scope'n bikinis. Just look'n ya know. JoJo was in the back seat with Angela's friend Jennifer. I hear Jennifer screech...."my god, JoJo is hump'n my leg". JoJo was com'n of age ya know. Port Aransas is a small town, news travels fast. To this day, Jennifer gets red faced at the mention of JoJo. 

A trip to Galveston with JoJo........Oh wait, go here....save me some typing. JoJo Super Dog.

JoJo Super Dog

Medication problem.....maybe

Holy crap, what go'n on? Ya see, my doctor, Dr. Fronkinsteen changed one of my medications from brand name to generic. I had been out of this brand name for right bout a week....keep this in mind as I continue. The medication in question is Coreg. I have tachycardia what makes my heart rate soar to extreme 160 to 180 beats a minute. That's not good. Coreg lowers my heart rate allowing me to function as a normal human bean at a heart rate of 70 to 80 bpm. Well this generic stuff what I took last night ain't right....maybe. I start see'n funny, kind of dizzy an' light headed. I check my blood pressure....it's up, 154/85 with a heart rate of 110. An' I was just sit'n here do'n nuttin. I'm think'n...."what the hell, ain't tak'n no more that stuff". 

There's three possibilities. Since I been out of Coreg for a week, I may have had a minor tachycardia attack....but not likely. Maybe I took too much. Now that's a possibility. It says...."take one tablet twice a day". I took two last night. But wait a minute before ya scold me an' throw stiks at me, the mg for the two generic is less than the once a day Coreg. And last but not least, generics suck.
I'm just fine this morning. Sleeped it off I betcha a dollar. Today I will take one in the morn'n an' one at night. If I still have a problem with heart rate go'n up instead of down, like it supposed to do, me an' Dr. Fronkinsteen gonna have us a talk.

I was gonna tell ya the story bout JoJo, what I called "super dog", this morn'n, but it's already late. No JoJo story this morning. 

Spend a freak'n hour on line last night try'n to pay the insurance on "Sally da house". GMAC, what is changed to another name, National General Insurance, made some changes on the website. I had to walk through walls, swim the oceans wide an' climb a freak'n mountain before I finally fount where to make a payment by electronic check. But anyhows, I'm insured for another 6 months.

I been look'n for a place to go ya know. Still ain't got it figger out. When I research a area, I'll look'n for water for the "bubba boat" an' a nice fresh cut fairway to swak golf balls. Some place have both, some have one an' others have none. Although sit'n on my ass do'n nuttin has become my favorite past time, I would still like the option of catch'n me up a fish or swak'n some golf balls. As of today, Inks Lake State Park continues to pop up as a destination. Now if'n our wonderful representatives in Washington would get together an' fix stuff, I will be in Del Rio quicker 'an a flash. I only got bout 4 or 6 days to decide.  

Ok....I got to go outside to "da porch". I'm all thinked out, so I rekon I'll just sit there an' sip up a cup.