Today appears to be another yesterday. My desire to enlighten you on my daily activities has fallen to a new low. When I get all excitis bout....let's say, fix'n a hole in that tug boat, no body could care less if'n that sucker sinks or not. Now if'n I was to climb up on the roof of "da house" to sweep the bird poop off an' I fall over the side...land astraddle one then dad gum borros an' he takes off for the woods, slam'm me into a hunnert mesquite trees....cuts an' bruises an' stuff, somebody would say something like "you one cool rodeo buckaroo Billy Bob".
I've run slap out of stuff to write about. When I sit here an' think'n of humorous times in my life....I git all excitis an' shit like that. I says to myself..."you done tole that story many times before". Bout all I got left to write bout these days is "what I did yesterday". At present, I have no tomorrows to talk about.
Although I ain't camped where I would like to be camped, I am in South Texas. I am comfortable with my situation an' I am kind-a-sorta content. "El Rancho Abraham" is in no way a super resort RV park with palm trees, a heated swim pool an' all that other high dollar stuff....concrete slabs an' picnic tables. I'm parked in my nephew Joseph's yard, full of knee high grass an' weeds (I'm lie'n ya know). Donkey shit everwhere ya look (ain't lie'n a bit). Neighbors chickens come to visit....must be a hunnert cats run'n round. But camped here, I am checked on every day to see if I'm still breathing, to see if'n I need anything from the store....I get visits every day.
See what I'm talk'n bout, nephew Joseph just bringed me a plate full of scrambled eggs, fried taters an' big ol' chunks of ham.
As much as I hate it, a trip to Walmart has to be made pretty darn quick. I'm fine on groceries an' stuff like that (HEB is less than a mile). But, I'm slap out of meds. Now, speak'n of meds. I'm down to 3 medications. Spiriva for COPD. A blood pressure med what I'm think'n I could do without an' a tiny little pill to keep my heart from go'n a hunnert mile a hour (tachycardia).
For some unknown reason, way down south Texas hit my mind last night. Once on the road, I could be there in right bout 4 hours. But, there is still a "illegal" issue in way down south Texas. Free Obama phones, welfare, free housing, medical care, schooling, driver licenses, promises of citizenship, criminals being released from prisons.....citizens forced to take in an' care for "illegals".....Yeah, I would come to south Texas also. But, like Mr. Obama said....we don't have a illegal issue. Hug warsh!!!!
Cold front headed this way. Should be here some time this afternoon. Dang I hate to hear that. Supposed to be on the chilly side all next week....with rains. Rains suck ya know. Messes up the golf ball swak'n place. An' I like to swak golf balls. Knock limbs off'n those big ol' oak trees. Yeee Haa....that's what golf is all about.
I've run slap out of stuff to write about. When I sit here an' think'n of humorous times in my life....I git all excitis an' shit like that. I says to myself..."you done tole that story many times before". Bout all I got left to write bout these days is "what I did yesterday". At present, I have no tomorrows to talk about.
Although I ain't camped where I would like to be camped, I am in South Texas. I am comfortable with my situation an' I am kind-a-sorta content. "El Rancho Abraham" is in no way a super resort RV park with palm trees, a heated swim pool an' all that other high dollar stuff....concrete slabs an' picnic tables. I'm parked in my nephew Joseph's yard, full of knee high grass an' weeds (I'm lie'n ya know). Donkey shit everwhere ya look (ain't lie'n a bit). Neighbors chickens come to visit....must be a hunnert cats run'n round. But camped here, I am checked on every day to see if I'm still breathing, to see if'n I need anything from the store....I get visits every day.
See what I'm talk'n bout, nephew Joseph just bringed me a plate full of scrambled eggs, fried taters an' big ol' chunks of ham.
As much as I hate it, a trip to Walmart has to be made pretty darn quick. I'm fine on groceries an' stuff like that (HEB is less than a mile). But, I'm slap out of meds. Now, speak'n of meds. I'm down to 3 medications. Spiriva for COPD. A blood pressure med what I'm think'n I could do without an' a tiny little pill to keep my heart from go'n a hunnert mile a hour (tachycardia).
For some unknown reason, way down south Texas hit my mind last night. Once on the road, I could be there in right bout 4 hours. But, there is still a "illegal" issue in way down south Texas. Free Obama phones, welfare, free housing, medical care, schooling, driver licenses, promises of citizenship, criminals being released from prisons.....citizens forced to take in an' care for "illegals".....Yeah, I would come to south Texas also. But, like Mr. Obama said....we don't have a illegal issue. Hug warsh!!!!
Cold front headed this way. Should be here some time this afternoon. Dang I hate to hear that. Supposed to be on the chilly side all next week....with rains. Rains suck ya know. Messes up the golf ball swak'n place. An' I like to swak golf balls. Knock limbs off'n those big ol' oak trees. Yeee Haa....that's what golf is all about.
Sometimes not much to write about, when ya do it everyday. But it is nice that Nephew Joseph there to check on ya and bring you a bite to eat every once in a while.
ReplyDeleteYou have better weather there than in Georgia.
HMMMMM--------- Falcon Lake-----14 pound bass------Golf----------good Tex-Mex food----Bubba Boat---------HMMMMMMM
ReplyDeleteHMMMMM....Falcon Lake....Mexican Cartel.....14 pound bass....nonexistent is 2014....good Tex Mex food.....are you serious.....Bubba Boat....Bubba Boat is asleep
DeleteOK. Never mind.
DeleteTell us about how you got that little red bronco.
ReplyDeleteGlad you mentioned the "little red bronco II" River. I was look'n at old pics an' there it was...sit'n under a tree with a brand spank'n new paint job.
DeleteAnd I have checked a hunnert times to see what you are up to. Nice that people there are checking on you---and even bringing you breakfast!--- and blogger friends are checking on you, too. Guess it's because we all care about BB! I hear you about the colder weather coming. Here in DFW it will be colder than El Rancho Abraham. Maybe you could reread some of those books you are carrying around? That is if you aren't working on the boat.
ReplyDeleteAn' out of that hunnert times....I weren't do'n nuttin.
DeleteYup, I like it when I'm checked up on. Gives me a feel'n of security..."call 911".
The books are all stowed away until the next time I go boondock'n. In the mean time I watch "stupit" stuff on the TV. Cuss the commercials an' stuff like that.
You can't always have a great adventure to talk about but I am glad you take the time to post.
ReplyDeleteThough I read you I don't always comment because I can not offer an opinion on things I know nothing about...like golf, the smoke stacks, electrical and mechanical issues, etc.
You are a very lucky man to have a big and caring family that is concerned about your welfare...not everyone is as fortunate.
Bundle up.
I don't always comment neither.....I sta...sta....stutter too much to be un...un....understood.
DeleteI really ain't got "that" big a family, but when I'm around, what family I do have, is always there.
Sad to see that OFM Barney has turned it off. Love reading your "stuff", as I did his.
ReplyDeleteKeep well...
Me too Even though you both feel that your daily lives are boring, they are not to me.
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