Contraption

This is a contraption.
Or as they say in the profession, an ingenious drive device. Now don't be laugh'n any them girlie giggles. This ingenious device is a prototype of the sternwheel drive system what gonna make my boat get up on a plane. Ya see, it's like this, most remote control model Mississippi Riverboats are driven by belt drive. But old Billy Bob ain't gonna do it that way. Sissy's use belts and pulleys. If'n this contraption don't work, well then I rekon I'll be a sissy.

Now....this is the concept. Do we have any engineers out there with any suggestions.
Ok, I looked over my drawing and gonna have to make some changes. As it is, the motor will only drive one arm on the paddle wheel. I need to drive both arms 90 degrees offset. The only way to do that is to be a sissy and install a belt drive to a single shaft connected to both arms on the paddle wheel. Simple, huh???? Back to the drawing board.

Daughter Angela finally called me, but I didn't ask her why she hadn't called earlier. One thing ya don't want to do is piss off one my redneck kids. They get even ya know. Set your lawn on fire and stuff like that. Then they don't call ya for a year or two. I think they all need to join a church somewheres and quit mak'n that moonshine liquor stuff. I truely love all my kids.

OH....speak'n of kids....I am, as of yesterday, a great grandpa. This be the first one, but with bout 18 grandkids, I'm 'spect'n I'll have a ton of great grandkids in nuttin flat. That what happen when ya produce a bunch of young'uns. I truely love all my young'uns (7), grandyoung'uns (18) and great grandyoung'un (1).

Been windy as hell again today. Hope I can get out of this high humidity tomorrow morning....some time before noon. Although, I hear something bout it gonna rain in Houston. That's all I need. Have ya ever see them skeeters at the Steven F. Austin State Park when it rains??? Ya better be stop'n off at Walmart and buy ya some that skeeter spray stuff. Maybe this year I can get me a pic of one them raccoons com'n out the dumpster with his dinner.

Wind

Wind, wind
go away....
ya made me stay here
another day

Holy crap, what the hell is go'n on?? Was all hook up and ready to pull out of here this morning, but then the winds come up. Not little 15mph winds, I'm talk'n 25 and more. Ain't no way I gonna be driv'n in that stuff.

Tomorrow is supposed to be something like today, so don't know what I gonna do. 

So.....I took a nap.

"LOLOLOL....HAHAHAHA...look what ya did Billy Bob".
"WHAT"???
"Ya painted your camera, the computer and that chair epoxy white"
"S happens when ya paint inside "da house" ya know". 

Happy moms make good mothers

Ok, here's the deal. "Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"???

Ya see, it's like this......my daughter in Houston changed her phone number. No freak'n wonder I ain't talk to her. And then....I stayed up till 2am waiting for her to call me last night just like her big brother said she was gonna do. And since I can't call her 'cause I don't know her new phone number... "Nasa One Obie Kanobie, we have a problem" and I didn't change my phone number......Sheesh!!! 

Anyhows, it rain last night right bout the time I was enjoy'n a wonderful dream bout opening up my own Walmart store. Well actually, it was more on the lines of a redneck flea market. I jumps up and rain is com'n in the windows. Some on my laptop sit'n on the kitchen table.

Speak'n of kitchen table.....there ain't no such thing as a kitchen in a motorhome. The sink, stove, microwave, coffee pot and kitchen table is in the same room as the living room.....what ain't really a living room. It's an extension of the cockpit from where ya drive this thing. Motorhomes can be very confusing.

Now I have to make a decision. Do I sit here "do'n nuttin" or hook up "that jeep" and head to Houston for a couple rounds of golf? Golf sounds pretty good but I sure would like to see my daughter, SIL and grandkids. Guess I better fire up another sip'n pot, sit on "da porch" and do some think'n.

Oh, by the way....the brand spank'n new shelf for "da boat" come out so close to perfect that no one would ever know the difference. Ya wanna see???

 See there, I told ya. And, if'n ya look up there in the left corner, you can see Pancho Villa and 5 of my "mafia" kids.

95% humidity and sweat'n

Ok, here's the deal. Oh wait a minute, I have no idea what the deal is.

Sit'n here in 95% humidity sure do make ya wanna be somewheres else. And it make ya sick. And now it rain drop'n. And Lug Nut is whin'n he want inside. Boy howdy Billy Bob, don't ya just love the gulf coast???

Did I ever tell ya bout the time.....we was get'n a hurricane. Just a little one mind ya. Well it rain so much it fill up the Gulf of Mexico so much my dock was under water.....and them electrical wires was smok'n. My first mate at the time wanted to inform the "dock master" that the wires was on fire, but old Barnacle Bill informed her that they would turn it off and then the A/C wouldn't work. And wading down the dock ya could feel them little electric thingys crawl'n up your legs....make the hairs stand up. Just thought you should know that!!!!

I broke my boat yesterday. Ya see, it was like this. I was drag'n a little rug back in "Sally da house" and my shirt got hung on the front of the boat....and stuff start com'n apart. The stuff I had just finished spending all morning put'n together. Rigging. After a couple hours of put'n it all back together, you would never know that a disaster had took place.

To prevent such an occurance of ever happening again, today I will be building a brand spank'n new shelf for "da boat". Ya see, it's like this. I got this big ol' hunk of 12 inch wide oak out in the VW storage shed that need to be used before it rots. And since everything in "da house" is oak, what better piece of wood would fit the decor????  Huh??? What ya think bout that?

I have to admit I've been slack on making my daily posts....but I got a good reason. I ain't done nuttin. It's either been too hot or I ain't been feel'n too great. Been do'n some heavy think'n bout what that damn doctor told me before I left Deming. Why the hell didn't they tell me before they cut me open that "it don't last forever". Now....exactly what the hell did he mean by that???

Ok....I got stuff to build. Kind of like build'n stuff out in the middle of the desert, but on a smaller scale.

Ok....now that I got that done....cut'n, sand'n and a couple coats of 5 year old urathane...the freak'n batteries are dead. I always like to take a pic or two when I'm do'n my best work. Oh oh....did you see them little air bubbles? What the hell....???? I suppose that means more sanding and a coat or two of urathane. Sheesh!!! Gonna take me a month to finish a simple little shelf. Can hardly wait.

Let me see....what else can I talk bout to stir up all my followers?? I could bring up the subject of "beer joints" again. Or maybe plumb, straight and on the money. Quality workmanship always draws my attention. As does "shoddy" workmanship. A man should always strive to do superior workmanship. But....don't be look'n at my boat. Boy howdy, I could use some my own medicine. Did ya know I put a window where a door supposed to go??? That mean someone gonna be climb'n through a window to go take a leak. Sorry ladies, but that's what men do.

Ok...gotta go do something.

What ya talk'n bout

What ya talk'n bout, "where Billy Bob"? I ain't lost. I know where I'm at. But it ain't gonna be for long. The reason I say that is....
(to be continued)

Yesterday I went over to the island (Port Aransas) and did my stuff. On the way, I stopped off in Aransas Pass to check bout renewing my Texas driver license. Well, shoot, that weren't so bad. After wait'n in line for 30 minutes the nice lady says...."fill out that form over there". What form....Oh, you mean this one way at the end of the line? Then another 30 minutes in line and the nice lady says...."where your social security card"? I says I don't need one since my s/s is on my Medicare card. After a couple calls to somewhere she gives me one them looks and begins input into the "system". Then she took my fingerprints....of which she made another observation..."you have super glue on your fingers". Then she made me take off my glasses to read some letters on line 5......"what letters"???  "Put them back on and read line 4". Then she took my pic. I says..."who that old fart"? Then she says..."give me $25 and don't come back for 6 more years"...."next".

At the island, I did absolutely nothing but take care of business. In and out in less than an hour. On the way back, stopped at Churches and bought me up some chicken. Then close to El Rancho Abraham, I stopped off for a big ole chocolate shake. Brain freeze??? Have ya ever heard of brain freeze? That shit hurts old folks. Thought I was gonna die the first 4 times.

Then I took a nap. Boy howdy did I ever take a nap.

Today has been a day of rest. That means "do'n nuttin". Niece Emma still not finished with her cleaning job. Well...maybe she is and I just don't know it yet. But I'm good with that.

Doing nuttin gets boring from time to time. So....I mess with the boat for a while. This thing ain't never gonna get done......didn't I say something bout tak'n a year to build??? Ain't no sense taking a pic 'cause ya would never figger out what I did today. Little stuff takes a long time. See that little boat.....there's 2 of them and only took 4 hours.

And then....see that little boom and boarding ramp.....that another 3 hours.

Ok....what else do I have to say??? Hell....I don't know. Sure like all the encouraging comments y'all post. If it weren't for comments, I would just go to sleep for a few hours and dream.

continue:
.....I been here long enough. And since I got all my stuff took care of, why would I want to stay any longer? Daughter didn't answer phone. If I can't get in touch with her, how the hell she gonna know when I get to Houston? I need to visit her for at least 5 days before heading to Georgia. Now....where the hell I gonna stay when I get to Ga.??? Hope it ain't some run down cheap R/V park like the one back in Deming. Maybe I can find me a "beer joint" and camp in the parking lot. I been knowed to do that ya know.

Island hopping

Boy howdy, old Billy Bob ain't been feel'n too good. I know what it is, but I promised my kids I would travel 100,000 miles just to go on a camping trip and catch a mess of fish. And....I ain't even half way there yet. I still have an oil slick to drive through and floods all over the south. Then when I finally get there, it gonna rain.

Spent most of yesterday sit'n on "da couch" sip'na cup and going through about 1000 old pics. and old notebooks from years gone by. Found all kinds of stuff I been look'n for for years. "Oh, there it is". Stuff going back to the 60's....what would be almost 50 years ago. Boy howdy, how time flies.

Hung the airplane to the ceiling just in case I buy a helicopter. Been want'n one for years.

Someone mentioned I didn't post any new pics of the boat. Welcome back to LA OGT.

Now let me tell ya.....see them little stairs....that's 6 hours of back break'n work. Did manage to spray one coat of clear sealer on the decks to protect it when it goes in the water at some lake in Georgia. Hope that top heavy look'n thing don't turn over and run upside down.

Sure hope I don't have any problems renewing my Texas driver license. I hear from somewhere that Texas has new rules. I think I can do it online, but since I'm so close to the DMV in Artansas Pass, I'll drop by there and wait in line for a couple hours....just to take a look see.

Ok....gotta roll. Laters!!!

Ok...got that fixed

Boy howdy Billy Bob, what the hell did you do now??? Well, it's like this...I was sit'n here staring at the computer screen and said..."hmmmm, wonder what would happen if....". Well it did.....but I'm back.

No, she's not done yet. Seems that cleaning a motorhome takes lots of planning and thought. Now that she has her car back from repairs, I'll never see her again.

My God, you should see what I done to the boat.

Ain't gonna be long until "I'm out of here". After spending the last 3 plus years out in the desert, I plumb forgot what humidity feels like. So, I gonna tell ya. If I never come back to the Gulf coast....boy howdy. I were sit'n there minding my own business and the thermometer went up to 92 degs. That ain't bad ya say, well let me tell ya bout what the humidity went up to. I had sweat roll'n off me like a pig on a spit. I were wring'n water out a towel, enought to make a pot of coffee...but gave it to the dogs instead. Humidity sucks. And skeeters....let me tell ya. Big 'uns.....5 pounds or more....with teeth.

Had a good trip to Corpus Christi the other day. But I got wore plumb slap out. Also left the memory card in the computer.....duh!!! Tomorrow I plan a trip to the island in "that jeep". Hope that sucker make it that far. 

Ain't been eat'n very good since I've been here. Maybe that why I feel so bad. No energy. Don't wanna "do nuttin". 

Now, bout that new law in Arizona......bout damn time something is done. I don't understand where anyone gets the idea of ask'n for identification is "racial profiling". I can see an illegal say'n that, but an American citizen.....hmmmmm. "Billy Bob, don't be start'n no political crap". 

Ok....got things to do.....laters....maybe.