Happy birthday Billy Bob......yeee haa, I made 74

Oh my God, you don't even want to hear what I did to that boat. Ha ha, but I'm gonna tell ya anyhows.

But first.....I made it.  I've had my doubts along the way this last year, if'n it was possible or not. But guess what....the old Billy Bob just completed 73 years walk'n barefooted upon solid ground, not so solid ground, water an' a bit of quicksand. I been through forests full of big ol' trees, go through brier bushes full of big ol' needle stickers, climbed mountains where man has never trudged, waded streams an' rivers chin deep, trudged across burning desert sands with only a half pint of water....an' I never flinched once. That ain't quite a accurate description, but it ain't off by a whole lot in a few instances. Seasonings, spices an' herbs ya know.

As I sit here an' look back on my life, I git to think'n...."Billy Bob, you should have been dead years ago some the stuff you done". Or....."Billy Bob, you had a rather excit'n life". Well, it weren't ALL excit'n....I had my share of bad times too. But we don't talk much bout them times.....bad memories.

My blog, up to this point, has been a recap of my life. Mostly the good times an' weird shit I done as a younger adventurer. I wrote many many stories of them events. An' as I was writ'n 'em, I relived them events. There are times, like when I'm root'n round in the dump (depressed), I'll go back in my blog an' relive them events again. There ain't a whole lot of my life what I ain't wrote about....other than the bad times. It was a good 73 years. Pick'n up smoke butts off'n the streets, beg'n a neighbor for a tater, a pet chicken turn into a pot of soup, skeeters as big as horse flies, cain't swim an' almost drown....yup, I had me a good life.

Speak'n of good life, that doctor I was talk'n bout that I ain't never gonna see again...well, I have me 2 appointments. One the stomach doctor an' the other to remove a growth thingy on my back....ingrowed hair or something like that.

Still ain't decided what to do bout the "billy jeep". State inspection is due in January....registration due in February. To place the Jeep in my sons name will cost almost $400 an' the insurance will increase. It would be much cheaper for me to take a bout 700 mile ride down the road a piece to Texas an' get the sucker inspected myself. Decisions decisions.

Ok, here's what you all been wait'n to hear. I screw up on the boat build'n project again....two times. Ya see, when ya put epoxy resin on something, the weather has to comply to the rules. Hot an' low humidity. Well, I didn't even give that a thought when I applied a coat of resin in 70 degree weather. It curdled just like cottage cheese.....orange peeled. Had to sand all that shit off.
So's I builded a heated spray booth. Installed a heater an' applied a coat of resin to the same side again. It curtled...orange peeled. Hmmmmm, what's the humidity outside? 80+%. For the next 3 days we will have rain an' low temps. No resin will be applied.

A trip is planned for this afternoon. Me an' "yo mama" is go'n to Douglasville. That's where Ace hardware is at. I need me some Colonial Red paint for the seat repairs an' the engine compartment. I also need me a piece of 7/32 brass tubing for the shaft stuffing box.....sailor talk.  Motor, brass prop an' piano hinge has been shipped from Dumas in Arizona.

Now, for anybody attempting to build a 1949 Chris Craft Runabout Racer, take heed. Are ya listen'n JB? This project is expensive. I'm up to right at close to $500 smackers as of today. The radio gear has NOT been ordered yet. At least one or two more cans of urethane spray will be needed....at $10 a can. The spray does a much better job than brushed on polyurethane. No bubbles an' much less sand'n. Depend'n on the surface quality you want. I'm go'n for mirror finish. Ha....only to sit on my desktop an' draw dust an' dirt. Did you know, flies shit on model boats. Bastards!!!

Well, I rekon that's it for another excit'n day. Maybe next post I'll have something to bring a smile to yer faces.