Sunday morn'n don't give a flip

Boy howdy, old Billy Bob is in one them maniac depression moods. Seems like every time I gets all 'cited bout something, I get whak'ed in the nads or what ever ya call 'em. Makes me wanna go outside and smak a tree. Tree??? Are you nuts, there ain't no tree....go mess with that cactus garden.

Do ya ever talk to yourself? I was in a heated discussion the other day with my otherself bout what I gonna do on vacation. "I" wants to go fish'n, but "I" wants to just lay back and do nuttin. Then "I" wants to go to south Texas and "I" wants to go west to Ca. "I" wants to go "digg'n" for gold, but "I" says I can't do that no more. Sheesh....why the hell does "I" have to mess stuff up?

Oh Oh, I gots to go to the hardware store. Buy me up some plumbing fit'ns for my new gas line. Was gonna go yesterday, but knowed the hardware store were closed on Sunday. Old pesky neighbor Wayne told me it was Saturday.......what the hell does he know???
Be back in a flash....

Yeah right....back in a flash!!! Let me tell ya bout that gald darn hardware store. They ain't got nuttin for old Billy Bob...out of stock...OH, it'll be here tuesday....we quit stock'n that.....Grrrrrrr.
Ended up with enough fittings to make a temporary connection, what I like better than the first plan. Less hose lay'n on the floor to trip over early in the morn'n. But.....the only cut off valve is on the main propane tank what will shut off everything. More fittings to install separate cut off valve......but I'm still safe....no leaks.

A lazy saturday

Poor ol' Lug Nut don't be feel'n very good today. He had a rough night try'n to be comfortable. I was up check'n on him like every hour, so I didn't get much sleep either. Hate it when an animal gets hurt.

Boy howdy, I want ya lookie here, MsB is back. Welcome home little girl....we all miss ya when you're off gallivant'n round the country.

Made me a parts list for the gas line for my brand spank'n new high octane Mr Heater portable heater. Gonna be a lot simpler than I had expected. Only 10 feet from the propane tank and only one little compartment to go through....up through the floor and walla, I gots 26 gallons propane.

Been work'n inside today since it's windy outside. Ha ha ha, yeah work!!! Put'n a few groceries away ain't what ya call work. Wind just keeps right on blow'n and it gonna get worse. And it's chilly out there....what old Billy Bob don't like. If ya ever live in W.Va. ya know what I'm talk'n bout. Snow from late Nov till late March....now that some snow. And cold, let me tell ya bout cold. Boy howdy does it ever get cold in them mountains and hollers.

Maybe I need to make a pie. Sure could use something sweet for a change from all that burnt and bitter stuff I been eat'n. I did tell ya bout the gravy I made, right??? Burn the crap out it. Ya would think I were mak'n roux for gumbo. Speak'n of gumbo, did I ever tell ya bout the time I were mak'n a big ol' pot of chicken and sausage gumbo? All were go'n good till I forgot to stir the roux. Did ya know roux is called liquid fire??? Burn it slap up. Anyhows, instead of throw'n it out, I used it. Most God awful tast'n gumbo ya ever eat.

Here comes bad weather

Well Holy Crap!!! Here come that "norther" right out the north just like what the weather guy says. Won't be do'n nuttin outside for the next 4 or 5 days.

Them clouds we had all day yesterday held the heat in last night. Never got under 50 degs so didn't have to use any heat......but....old pesky neighbor Wayne come over this morning and left the door wide open. Then when he left, he left the door wide open....sheesh!!!

Decided I need to do something bout all this mess I got all over the place. Can't understand where all this mess come from. Just a week ago everything was spic and span clean.

Only a couple weeks and old Billy Bob gonna be "on the road again". Can't wait to get to the slabs and suffer without a/c, electricity, water and sewer.

Then off to "da pond" over in Yuma Az. to catch me a bunch them rainbow trout. They start stock'n the pond in Dec, so if'n I get there mid Jan, them fish all be settled down and hungry. Boy howdy, I love fish'n.



If'n I weren't such a sissy, I would blow up my little boat and paddle round and get to them secluded areas where them bass hang out. Oh, before I forget, I fount my old tackle boxes the other day. I thought someone had done stole them. Hmmmmm.....salt water stuff. There ain't no salt water in the desert.

That ol' black cloud come back to Billy Bobs house again. Bout 5pm, Lug Nut come drag'n home with blood all over him. He done went off somewhere and got his butt whooped pretty good. Cleaned up the blood and went look'n. Yep, it his blood....three little holes in his neck and one chewed up ear. Kind a reminds me the time I were in this biker bar and call one them burley bikers "tinker bell" 'cause he had a little bell on his "ass stomp'n" boot. Boy howdy....bumps and bruises.... can't people take a joke? Any hows, Lug Nut ate up a "special" hamburger for dinner and is rest'n on the couch. Bet ya he don't go to no more biker bars strut'n his stuff.

Not much

Holy Crap!!! The sky were on fire this morning. Naturally, my batteries in the camera were still sound asleep. Fire in the sky is what the native Indians called a spectacular sunrise or sunset.

Bout 8am old pesky neighbor come over want'n to go play a round. Well shoot, I can't turn down an offer like that. First ball I swaked went right over there under that tree....now what ya gonna do Billy Bob. Punt!!! Second hole ate my lunch. Hit it right in that sand trap, what took me 3 strokes to get out of......Grrrrrrr!!!! Terrible front nine, but look out, here come Billy Bob on the back nine. 49 on the front....41 on the back.

Got back home with pains in my chest. Right where they opened me up with a can opener a year and a half ago. I should be healed by now. Oh, did I tell ya bout when my doctor found out I was swak'n golf balls 3 weeks after surgery? Boy howdy did he ever give me a good reem'n. He plainly told me "no golf" for 8 weeks. Notice how close a 3 looks to an 8....mistaken identity. Ate me up a big ol' lunch and laid down. Also fell slap asleep.

No more talk bout them damn quail. Soon as I mentioned blow'n up birds, my visitor numbers dropped off.
Speak'n of quail, I belched feathers all night long. Also speak'n of quail, them ring neck doves out there are much bigger....bout 5 pounds. Ya don't rekon???

Did a little porch clean'n today but not enough to notice, so no need to even mention it. Damn, I must be get'n lazy. Every where I look, all I see is work. Dishes piled up, groceries still sit'n on the floor, tools all over the yard, laundry to do and I don't feel like do'n nuttin. Don't even want to cook hamburger steak, fried onions, boiled taters and gravy. Sounds good to me.

Ok, so I didn't post anything earlier. So freak'n what!!! Just can't get in the mood for some reason. Oh...before I forget, got my Mr Heater super duper 18,000 btu heater yesterday. Tried it out last night before I went to bed and boy howdy does that thing put out some heat. Cranked it back up this morning....52 degs inside and in less than 30 minutes it were nice and warm. All safety precautions were observed. Gonna do just perfect at the slabs.

Dirty rice and quail

Holy jeebies Billy Bob, where ya been all day? Oh I just been "do'n stuff".

Started the day off with a couple pots of coffee so strong even old pesky neighbor Wayne wouldn't drink it. Ate me up a bacon samich so's I don't lose no more weight. Come dinner time and I passed it up....just like that it were 2pm.

Been clean'n out the compartments on "da house" most the day. Found stuff I forgot I had. Removed maybe a total of 75 pounds of dead weight. How bout that old dead battery you been carry'n round for 4 years??? Tomorrow!!! Funny how stuff accumulates adding weight and cut'n down on gas mileage. Three years ago I removed over 200 pounds, but in the last three years I bough bout 300 pounds of new stuff.

I give the quail a break all day while I were work'n, but then I got to think'n. If'n I gonna eat Quail and dirty rice tonight, I need just one more. Well "that gun" weren't hit'n the same spot every shot so I started look'n at it. Well shoot, them little screws are loose what hold the scope on.....tighten tighten little screws....make new target...sight in again. Boy howdy were I way off. Oh Oh, there that one quail. Dead on at 60 feets.

Ok, dirty rice is cook'n, quail is in a baggie of flour and I is hungry. Since I'm hav'n dirty rice, might add some creole season'n to the little baggie....maybe not.
Gonna be back in just a little bit to let ya know how it turned out......
Yep....Uh huh, that be some good eat'n.

Walk'n on thin air

What the hell? You don't suppose I got up too early this morn'n do ya? It were still dark out there. Had one them orange color sunrises what make ya think of orange juice, fried eggs, a slab of ham, hash browns and toast. Since I don't do orange juice 'cause I ain't got no oranges, I just had a big ol' pot of strong coffee. Wayne says "that why ya keep los'n weight...ya don't eat". Bout 11am I ate me up a big 2 egg, fried bolony and cheese sandwich. Ain't felt worth a crap ever since.

I were look'n at that little quail breast this morn'n ponder'n how to cook it up. Well shoot, it ain't but bout three good bites. Gonna take more than one for old Billy Bob. Sit out there on "da porch" just wait'n for them quails for hours. Not a one in sight. Maybe tonight after old pesky neighbor Wayne feeds 'em.

Speak'n of old pesky neighbor Wayne, he come over while ago whin'n bout his starter went out and it were gonna cost him $168 for a new one. I says..."did ya check the battery connections"??? No, just gonna get under there and change the starter. Well, since old Billy Bob been mechanic'n for near on to 52.75 years, I went an took a look. Hmmmmm...battery has 12.65 volts but all what happens is a little "grrrrr" sound when ya turn the key. Post was dirty like ya never see before and to top it off, the cable had one them "rookie" cable ends...all corroded up like a moth ball. Off to the auto parts store to pick up my Onan oil filters and Wayne a new battery cable. All fix up in no time flat!!!

I been questioning, pondering, think'n bout and just plain wondering if I gonna live to be a hunderd or not. The way I been feel'n this last week, I'm think'n not. Ya know, when ya get pains where they ain't been before, there got to be something go'n on. It were just this morn'n, I had this pain right there below my stomach on the right side. What the hell is this??? Bent over like an old man without his walker, I proceded to brew me up a mean pot of coffee when all a sudden I get this urge.... Ripped me off a big'un and I were walk'n on thin air. All that pain were gone....just like that. :-)

Oh Oh....I see quail....publish post....shoot quail....
Oh, good move Lug Nut. He done run off every bird what was out there. Crazy dog!!!

Just a day

bla bla bla.....boy howdy what a day. Not a thing happened today to excite me in the least or any of you. Very boring. Must have something to do with spend'n too much time "do'n nuttin".

Made the trip to town today for get'n groceries and some other stuff. All went well. Oh wait, did I tell ya bout the checkout chick. That little bar code reader thingy fell right down though that hole. Poor little honey didn't know what to do. That shut that lane down.
Anyhows, that hundred dollar I were gonna spend.....whoa...$154, but I did get me one them high dollar use metal utensils non stick interior coated T-Fal Expert Cook fry skillets. Can't wait to abuse it with my stainless steel egg flipper thingy.

Broke out my high octane 1100 fps Beeman pellet gun today for to shoot me some them quail out there in the road eat'n corn, tortillas and pineapple cake. Shoot, I couldn't hit nuttin. Wasted 100 pellets try'n to sight it in but it never hit the same place twice.....what the hell. Then I were just look'n at it...just look'n. Well crap, the scope is loose...the little eye thingy. Tightened up that lock nut thingy (jam nut) and hit the bull eye no problem. Bout that time here come a lone quail.....pow, one shot, one quail breast in the fridge. Old "dead eye" Billy Bob gonna be eat'n quail tomorrow night fer sure. Now all I gots to do is figger out how to cook'em up.

Fount me another piece of property (5 acres) down in Terlingua Ranch. One mile from the paved ranch road, one mile from Chucks house and two mile from the Grub Shack. There's an old say'n...."yer ship come to port only one time". Everything is perfect about the property....drove that road and it's good. Looked on Google Earth and it has plenty of desert growth. But, as I recall, there is a lot of rock. Oh, before I fergit, it's located only bout 1000 yards from the south east corner of Camels Humps. I'm think'n buy sight unseen since I've looked in that area before. It's cheap enough that I could just write it off if I don't like it. What ya think???

Did I eat today? Yeah I did and that sucker stuck in the pan....rune'n it. A Jimmy Dean omelet don't spose to look like that. Gonna eat me 3 beef brats for dinner with some bread and a concoction of ketchup, mayo and mustard. Oh, fore I fergits, I were read'n a blog and this guy eats peanut butter, mayo and onion sanwiches. I gonna give it a try. But not tonight.