Ok.....it's no big deal.
This ain't the first time in my life that I ain't had nuttin to talk about....and it probly ain't gonna be the last time. I'm serious like a heart attack, I ain't got nuttin this morn'n.
That cold front hit south Texas last night right on time. Ya see....I were sit'n over there on the couch think'n bout summer heat an' fix'n the bedroom air cond., what the fan don't turn. I notice it were get'n a mite chilly in "da house", so's I shut the winders and the door....turn on the heater. It's 57 degs out there. What the hell???
Nephew Joseph has one them security lights out in the yard. Any time ya look outside, it look like morn'n an' the sun is com'n up. Whole yard lit up like day time. Well, at 2:45am I wakes up, heads for the bathroom....do my thang. Then I heads to the coffee pot for my morn'n brew. "What time is it Billy Bob?" Look'n out the winder, it looks like morn'n to me. But it ain't. Sheesh....I go's back to bed.
I don't know what it is, but cold winter weather gives me the feel'n of depression. You know what I'm talk'n bout....don't wanna do nuttin, don't wanna think bout nuttin....stuff like that. That's what I feel like this morn'n. Even if'n it is a beautiful day, I ain't gonna do nuttin today. Well, maybe I ain't. You know how the old Billy Bob operates, say one thing, turn round an' do another.
I'm pretty much disgusted with that damn Mississippi riverboat. But I ain't say'n that I'm gonna just hang it on the wall an' forget bout it. I still got me some nifty ideas roll'n round in my head what I ain't tried yet. But not today. Cain't wait to put that sucker in some calm fresh water, see that white smoke com'n out the stacks an' drive it all over the place. Remote control toys is fun.
Remember when??? It's funny that a person can remember stuff from many years ago and not remember the first thing bout what he did yesterday. I'm talk'n bout stuff I did 60/65 years ago. Those memories are so vivid, they seem like yesterday. Well, maybe not yesterday, 'cause I don't 'member nuttin bout yesterday. But.....as we get older, those memories seem to fade away. Mine anyhows. Had it not been for this blog, I rekon all my childhood memories would be gone....poooof, just like that.
A while back, I learned how to save blog posts to my computer. Saved everthing....photos included. Come up in a browser winder just like ya was online even when you weren't. I know there's gonna come a time when blogs is gonna be a thing of the past...or blogger is gonna start charg'n $$$ for access. I need to save my blogs before they ain't there no more.
Ok....that's it for the day....laters.
This ain't the first time in my life that I ain't had nuttin to talk about....and it probly ain't gonna be the last time. I'm serious like a heart attack, I ain't got nuttin this morn'n.
That cold front hit south Texas last night right on time. Ya see....I were sit'n over there on the couch think'n bout summer heat an' fix'n the bedroom air cond., what the fan don't turn. I notice it were get'n a mite chilly in "da house", so's I shut the winders and the door....turn on the heater. It's 57 degs out there. What the hell???
Nephew Joseph has one them security lights out in the yard. Any time ya look outside, it look like morn'n an' the sun is com'n up. Whole yard lit up like day time. Well, at 2:45am I wakes up, heads for the bathroom....do my thang. Then I heads to the coffee pot for my morn'n brew. "What time is it Billy Bob?" Look'n out the winder, it looks like morn'n to me. But it ain't. Sheesh....I go's back to bed.
I don't know what it is, but cold winter weather gives me the feel'n of depression. You know what I'm talk'n bout....don't wanna do nuttin, don't wanna think bout nuttin....stuff like that. That's what I feel like this morn'n. Even if'n it is a beautiful day, I ain't gonna do nuttin today. Well, maybe I ain't. You know how the old Billy Bob operates, say one thing, turn round an' do another.
I'm pretty much disgusted with that damn Mississippi riverboat. But I ain't say'n that I'm gonna just hang it on the wall an' forget bout it. I still got me some nifty ideas roll'n round in my head what I ain't tried yet. But not today. Cain't wait to put that sucker in some calm fresh water, see that white smoke com'n out the stacks an' drive it all over the place. Remote control toys is fun.
Remember when??? It's funny that a person can remember stuff from many years ago and not remember the first thing bout what he did yesterday. I'm talk'n bout stuff I did 60/65 years ago. Those memories are so vivid, they seem like yesterday. Well, maybe not yesterday, 'cause I don't 'member nuttin bout yesterday. But.....as we get older, those memories seem to fade away. Mine anyhows. Had it not been for this blog, I rekon all my childhood memories would be gone....poooof, just like that.
A while back, I learned how to save blog posts to my computer. Saved everthing....photos included. Come up in a browser winder just like ya was online even when you weren't. I know there's gonna come a time when blogs is gonna be a thing of the past...or blogger is gonna start charg'n $$$ for access. I need to save my blogs before they ain't there no more.
Ok....that's it for the day....laters.
I save mine by the year, to documents, then put them on a flash drive. Got the 2012 ready to do that, and need to pick up the flash drive. It does save the pics, and the comments,,everything.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you better tell me how you do that. The ways I'm do'n it, it don't save the comments.
DeleteHere's what I'm do'n....created a folder "Blog Posts". In the folder I created folders for the years I want to save. Then I saved each month to the corresponding year folder (had to rename each one by the month)(and a number in front to the month so's they will be in order 1 to 12).
What if you went the opposite direction with your smoke generator? When at WalMart buy a small piece of dry ice and drop into your fancy container, close it up and let it dispense with Carbon dioxide out the stacks instead of the smelly burnt oil. Might be a way around the battery and oil issues with the similar results. Chuck
ReplyDeleteWell Chuck, I'm think'n bout the time I git me up the urge to launch the boat, I ain't gonna be nowheres close to a dry ice sell'n place.
DeleteBut here's the theory I have in mind. Regulated (smelly burnt oil) smoke. When ya stomp on da gas, lots of smoke. Sit'n at a stop sign, very little smoke.
I keep forgetting you're hiding out in the middle of Texas paradise with not a WalMart in many miles, so I agree, the CO2 thing won't work. I do understand there's plenty of oil where you are. How are the winds this time of year? I'm in Northern California where spring has sprung. Chuck
DeleteLol Billy Bob for someone that had nothing to say...you wrote a book...jajajaja :D
ReplyDeletePlease learn how to save your blog entries so you can teach me when you come to Del Rio.
Shoot MsB, I done got me a couple years saved. Maybe not the correct way to save them, but they saved.
DeleteI like writ'n books when I ain't got nuttin to say.
Won't you teach us how you did this 'saving'? I would sure hate to lose all my reclaimed memories as you feel also. For sure, some Computer Ed. needed at this end. I think I may take one of those free courses online.
ReplyDeletewhoops. Didn't see TinT's comment. I'd saved some that way too. Good post Billy Bob; of course I enjoy them all. Thanks for sharing.
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