Updated post....Dog Gone....poof, just like that...12 gauge

Now I'm really pissed. Our wonderful neighbor just shot an' kill deader 'an a doornail a old ugly dog. Ya see, these neighbors has got themselves a dog chained up in their yard what I ain't never see feed the poor thing or nuttin like that. This old ugly dog comes to visit almost every day....an' they play dog games. They was best buddy's.

Also, my grand nephew an niece was in the yard play'n not 50 feet from where this deadly deed occurred. An' that "damn goat" was over there too.

 

 

Sorry for the gruesome photo, but the old Billy Bob don't like that shit.

It's events like that gives me the "willies" bout "some" people own'n guns. I'm not against any intellegent person to own a gun, but these people don't deserve a gun or a dog for that matter. Grrrrrrrrr.....I'm pissed.

Ok, that trip to HEB like to done me in. By the time I got all my bags of groceries loaded in "that jeep", I was wored slap out. Then, by the time I unloaded all them groceries at "da house", I was wored slap out on top of wored slap out. First off my foot went out.....old Arthur ya know, an' then my back done give out on me. Rekon maybe I need to quit eat'n so's I don't have to go through this no more??? Oh wait....if'n I give up shop'n, that means I got to give up COFFEE. Ain't no way I'm gonna do that.

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Ok, so I'm late to make a post. Well, I got me a very good reason....I didn't get out of bed till 9:30....so what ya got to say bout that? I don't rekon it really matters what time I get up, I ain't gonna do nuttin anyhows. Although....I got plenty to do. Groceries, laundry, finish the dishes, sweep the damn floor again....freak'n dog hair, oil a a/c motor......

Oh, that damn goat come run'n up the steps yesterday, slide across the floor an' try to climb his ass up on the couch. Sadie Mae just sit there an' don't say nuttin. Have ya ever try to get a big ol' goat out your house? I grab holt to that goat an' drag him to the door. He step on my feet a couple times in the process.....what don't feel good. Finally out the door an' down the steps, that goat just stand there look'n at me like...."what the hell ya do that for"? Goats are cool.

I fared pretty good last night after that game of golf yesterday. Never wake up one time with them dreaded leg cramps. Maybe exercise IS good for ya after all. Even though I ride my ass around the course in a golf cart, that don't mean I ain't get'n no exercise. The average walk'n distance on each hole is right at 50 yards. Calculate that out to 2700 feet of walk'n in 18 holes. Damn, that's over half a mile. I need to play more golf.

For those that hate read'n bout technical stuff, let me tell ya bout Windows 8. Boy howdy, I don't know what got into Bill Gates mind when he OK'ed this piece of crap, but I think it sucks. I was able to get the damn thing to boot up to the desktop, bypass'n all them apps what I don't know the first thing about. At that point, I figgered I would be happy. Wrong!!! It seems that anything that has the slightest relationship with Adobe Flash, is gonna lock up tighter than a drum (Adobe Flash is a program that lets ya watch videos through your browser....Firefox or what ever.). Most of the news sites post videos, rather ya want to watch 'em or not. An ya cain't turn 'em off neither until the *advertizing....big bucks....ya know* is finished. Then everthing locks up. Won't do nuttin. Ya cain't even close the browser. It just sit there staring ya in the face....do'n nuttin.
"Dang Billy Bob, what brung all that on"? Computer lock up, that's what.

As much as I hate to go shop'n at the Sinton HEB, I rekon I'm gonna have to. I been want'n some BLT's an' I ain't got no bacon, my bread is stale, the milk is sour, my maters are all shrivel up....I want a big ol' BLT.
Speak'n of BLTs, have ya ever make one with a over medium rare egg on it. You know, the yoke run down your chin, get on your clean shirt an' stuff when ya bite it? Now that's what I'm talk'n bout.
Speak'n of eggs, my eggs is over a month old. Hope the hell they don't hatch out an' be a bunch of little chicken puppys run'n round in the frige. 

"Dang Billy Bob, hit the publish button before folks think ya done lost it".

Oh wait, did I ever tell ya bout the time.....me an' first mate went fish'n.......