Holy crap, I feel terrible this morning. But then, we all have mornings like this. Don't we???
Yesterday afternoon I done got me some shakes an' I were kind'a sort'a dizzy for a spell. Get it....dizzy spell? Well, things ain't no better this morning. Cain't blame it on what I ate 'cause I ate me up a big "fattie" taquito bout noon time. Cain't blame it on coffee 'cause coffee don't do me that way. Coffee peps me up, makes me alive, opens both eyes....makes me wanna do stuff.
Speak'n of coffee, my doctor always ask me how many cups of coffee I drink each day. What exactly does he mean by how many cups? When I make my first pot in the morning, I fill the water thingy to a bit over 6 cups, which by the way would be something like 36 to 40 oz's....right? Two cups later, my pot is empty. So when I tell him I drink 4 or 5 cups a day, how many cups did I drink??? Coffee should never ever be measured in cups. Take a look at your cup. Is it a 6 oz. cup, the standard measure for a cup of coffee, or is it a great big ol' 20 oz. jug like Billy Bob use?
Last nights fish'n excursion ended up just another 3 hour bout of feed'n turtles. I'm beginn'n to think....fish'n sucks. I reels this big ol' turtle up on the bank and he were fight'n mad. He had a death grip on my fish'n hook what I wanted back.....wouldn't let it go. Then I remember what Trouble was say'n bout thunder....so I whak that turtle slap on top his head with my needle nose pliers. He must'a thought lightning done struck him 'cause he let loose right now. Holy crap turtle, look what you went an' done to my fish'n hook. He done crush it down almost flat. Now that were one mean turtle.
Ok...."da porch" time, sip a cup and do some think'n.....
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Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Scare me.....
Last night some kind of animal scared me while I was fishing. This is a normal blog post for many bloggers.
Now don't that first sentence just say it all?? There's something missing. Details. This is where it get's interesting.
So, what a good writer would do is 'splain some details....just exactly what it were what "scare the hell out ya".
Ya see, it happen like this....I were sit'n down there at the lake, fish'n pole all bait up with stink bait...or something like that, mind'n my own business, sip'n a cup and think'n. It were dark an' I were all by myself, just enough moonshine to see creepy shadows. Out the corner my eye I see something move. I turns my flashlight in that direction and ......holy shit, what the hell is that? Five foots away and still com'n on were this critter what had come out the woods. I jumps straight up out my chair, trip over my fish pole an' old Billy Bob get'n him some distance. Of course I scream like a girl. At first sight, I were think'n....an alligator. Closer observation, from bout 20 feets now, I see it don't look nuttin like no alligator. Nerves all calm down now, I takes a couple steps closer. It were either an armadillo or a possum. It were too late for a detailed description of this critter as he was on his merry way back to the woods mumbl'n something like "what the hell was that"?
I turned my attention to a new fish'n spot bout a hunnert yards north of the turtle farm. Weren't there more than 30 minutes when here go my fish pole.....head for the water like a bullet. My heart jump go a hunnert mile a hour grab'n at that thing. I done catched me up a fish. Weren't a big 'un, but it were a bonified honest to goodness fish. Not quite big enough to fill a dinner plate, but by god, it were a fish......Yeee Haaaa!!!! Then I says, where there one, there more. Then I hook up with a big feller.....a monster fish. Musta weigh in at the certified scales at no less than a pound or so. It were right bout 16 inches of romp'n stomp'n fish. Turn 'em loose and he go his merry way.
Oh yeah, I forget to tell ya, I think I runed (ruined) my camera. Ya see, here what happen. I were tot'n a arm full stuff down to the lake, tak'n the camera as evidence for a fish story. By the time I got there, my camera was doused with spilt coffee. After clean'n it up with lake water, it still functions as a day camera, but the little flasher thingy won't pop up no more for night time pics. Look like a trip to Walmart is in order.
Now don't that first sentence just say it all?? There's something missing. Details. This is where it get's interesting.
So, what a good writer would do is 'splain some details....just exactly what it were what "scare the hell out ya".
Ya see, it happen like this....I were sit'n down there at the lake, fish'n pole all bait up with stink bait...or something like that, mind'n my own business, sip'n a cup and think'n. It were dark an' I were all by myself, just enough moonshine to see creepy shadows. Out the corner my eye I see something move. I turns my flashlight in that direction and ......holy shit, what the hell is that? Five foots away and still com'n on were this critter what had come out the woods. I jumps straight up out my chair, trip over my fish pole an' old Billy Bob get'n him some distance. Of course I scream like a girl. At first sight, I were think'n....an alligator. Closer observation, from bout 20 feets now, I see it don't look nuttin like no alligator. Nerves all calm down now, I takes a couple steps closer. It were either an armadillo or a possum. It were too late for a detailed description of this critter as he was on his merry way back to the woods mumbl'n something like "what the hell was that"?
I turned my attention to a new fish'n spot bout a hunnert yards north of the turtle farm. Weren't there more than 30 minutes when here go my fish pole.....head for the water like a bullet. My heart jump go a hunnert mile a hour grab'n at that thing. I done catched me up a fish. Weren't a big 'un, but it were a bonified honest to goodness fish. Not quite big enough to fill a dinner plate, but by god, it were a fish......Yeee Haaaa!!!! Then I says, where there one, there more. Then I hook up with a big feller.....a monster fish. Musta weigh in at the certified scales at no less than a pound or so. It were right bout 16 inches of romp'n stomp'n fish. Turn 'em loose and he go his merry way.
Oh yeah, I forget to tell ya, I think I runed (ruined) my camera. Ya see, here what happen. I were tot'n a arm full stuff down to the lake, tak'n the camera as evidence for a fish story. By the time I got there, my camera was doused with spilt coffee. After clean'n it up with lake water, it still functions as a day camera, but the little flasher thingy won't pop up no more for night time pics. Look like a trip to Walmart is in order.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Stink bait....
I'm gonna try this thing a little different this morn'n. This may be the shortest blog I ever wrote. But first, there a few things on my mind.............
I were tell'n my son the "mr nice guy", what he really ain't, about blogs going to the top when they are posted. Over there in "My Blog List" is what I'm talk'n bout. Did I ever tell bout the time....I went to the toy store to buy up some "tuff", "strong like bull" toy trucks for the boys. Tonka toys. Big 'uns....man size. Billy, mr nice guy, destroyer of all, was presented with a dump truck....only one moving part. Ain't no way he gonna break just one moving part. I swear to God, it weren't 2 hour later and that truck were slap broke in two pieces. Sheesh!!!
But that ain't what I were talk'n bout, is it? But it do have something to do with my son chang'n stuff, push'n buttons...never satisfied with the way it come out the package. My first suggestion to him is...on the create post screen, make sure "Post date and time" is on automatic. Ya gotta click Post options for that. Next make sure you have the correct time set. Where ya do that...I have no freak'n idea.
Ok, the next thing of importance this morn'n is...."bubba boat" gots a flat tire. After tote'n that thing down to the lake, install'n the motor and battery....three trips I'm tell'n ya...three trips down to that lake, and that air tube thingy ain't got no air in it. That's it....gonna roll that sucker up and put it in the back of "that jeep" till I find the right kind of patch'n material. "That's all I have to say bout that".....GUMP.
Now let me tell ya bout that fish'n. What the hell am I do'n fish'n for catfish in a turtle farm? Some old feller comes by and says...."ya catch'n any"??? Well hell no I ain't catch'n any. Then he say...."here, try this bait". I opens it up and HOLY CRAP....that stuff smell like something die in there. That was the most god awful smell'n stuff I ever smell. And it don't catch no fish. Oh, did I tell ya bout the humongous freak'n turtle I hook in the back foot? Don't know how that happen, but I want my hook. I figgers it safe to just pull him up on the bank, take my needle nose pliers and take that hook right out. Did you know a snapp'n turtle can lick his ass or take a finger off if'n ya attempt to remove a hook from his back foot? Damn!!!
The fish what got away. I were sit'n there sip'n a cup....just mind'n my own business, when here go my fish pole head for the water. I grabs holt that thing and starts reel'n. Oh boy, got me a big'un. Right up to the bank I reel what look like a hunnert pounder....well maybe closer to 5 pound. Then he give one them rolly polly moves and was gone....pooof, just like that.
1pm.....Just got back from get'n totally lost. I were on this road (751) go'n to Wills Point when I realize I were go'n the wrong direction. But like I aways say, all roads go to the same place. Then I stop by a little convenience store an' bought me up some "stink" bait and some "punch" bait. Now I are gonna catch me up a whopper for sure. My god, that stuff do stink something terrible. Stop by the hardware store....fount me some wheels, axle shaft and pvc pipe for "bubba boat". Well hell no I didn't buy them...."bubba" is tak'n a nap. Oh yeah, fount me some "O" rings for the drive system on the Mississippi Riverboat.
Ok, I gotta go do some fish'n.....laters
I were tell'n my son the "mr nice guy", what he really ain't, about blogs going to the top when they are posted. Over there in "My Blog List" is what I'm talk'n bout. Did I ever tell bout the time....I went to the toy store to buy up some "tuff", "strong like bull" toy trucks for the boys. Tonka toys. Big 'uns....man size. Billy, mr nice guy, destroyer of all, was presented with a dump truck....only one moving part. Ain't no way he gonna break just one moving part. I swear to God, it weren't 2 hour later and that truck were slap broke in two pieces. Sheesh!!!
But that ain't what I were talk'n bout, is it? But it do have something to do with my son chang'n stuff, push'n buttons...never satisfied with the way it come out the package. My first suggestion to him is...on the create post screen, make sure "Post date and time" is on automatic. Ya gotta click Post options for that. Next make sure you have the correct time set. Where ya do that...I have no freak'n idea.
Now let me tell ya bout that fish'n. What the hell am I do'n fish'n for catfish in a turtle farm? Some old feller comes by and says...."ya catch'n any"??? Well hell no I ain't catch'n any. Then he say...."here, try this bait". I opens it up and HOLY CRAP....that stuff smell like something die in there. That was the most god awful smell'n stuff I ever smell. And it don't catch no fish. Oh, did I tell ya bout the humongous freak'n turtle I hook in the back foot? Don't know how that happen, but I want my hook. I figgers it safe to just pull him up on the bank, take my needle nose pliers and take that hook right out. Did you know a snapp'n turtle can lick his ass or take a finger off if'n ya attempt to remove a hook from his back foot? Damn!!!
The fish what got away. I were sit'n there sip'n a cup....just mind'n my own business, when here go my fish pole head for the water. I grabs holt that thing and starts reel'n. Oh boy, got me a big'un. Right up to the bank I reel what look like a hunnert pounder....well maybe closer to 5 pound. Then he give one them rolly polly moves and was gone....pooof, just like that.
1pm.....Just got back from get'n totally lost. I were on this road (751) go'n to Wills Point when I realize I were go'n the wrong direction. But like I aways say, all roads go to the same place. Then I stop by a little convenience store an' bought me up some "stink" bait and some "punch" bait. Now I are gonna catch me up a whopper for sure. My god, that stuff do stink something terrible. Stop by the hardware store....fount me some wheels, axle shaft and pvc pipe for "bubba boat". Well hell no I didn't buy them...."bubba" is tak'n a nap. Oh yeah, fount me some "O" rings for the drive system on the Mississippi Riverboat.
Ok, I gotta go do some fish'n.....laters
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Just a short note to say......
Boy Howdy, that old Billy Bob done overdid it yesterday. I'm sore all over from my old crusty sun burnt toes to the top my head. Now ya see, here what happen. I tole myself yesterday morn'n, "Billy Bob, take it easy, take your time an' take a nap". That would'a work just fine, but that ain't what I did.
Let me tell ya right straight, I were a fish'n fool yesterday. Gave up on chunk'n fish lures at them damn fish and reverted to sit'n on my ass catfish'n. Toted all this fish'n stuff down to the lake and then just sit there look'n at my fish poles in the water do'n nuttin. They was just sit'n there. Well, yes they did. Every time a turtle got hungry, he steal my bait and the fish pole do one them little wiggle things. Reel in an' I ain't got no bait.
Now let me tell ya bout them turtles. My fish'n hook done got hung up in one them turtles lips and here he come right up on shore, right where I sit'n. He must'a been plenty pissed 'cause he had that "bite'n" look in his eyes. Big ol' nasty look'n mouth flap'n at me while I "cautiously" attempt to relieve him of that sharp fish'n hook. I bet ya a buck his neck was a foots long an' he was aim'n to take one my fingers off. Damn that were one mean look'n turtle. Can ya eat snapp'n turtles???
Then bout 6pm I got the urge to go catch me up some fish. I heared somewheres that catfish eat at night. Chunk a few lures, but there weren't nuttin but little minners swim'n round.....and it take too many them for a good sammich. Well anyhows, I didn't catch no fish....just fed the turtles.
By the time 10pm roll around, I were hungry. I mean really hungry. Ate me up a peanutbutter/jelly sammich an' hit the sack. Yeah right. I were hurt'n. Was a long night of toss'n an' turn'n look'n for a comfortable position. "Damn Billy Bob, ya got to slow down".
Ok, my day is started......"now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"? Tote that "bubba boat" down there and go catch me up some big ol' bass....that what I gonna do.
Ok....3pm and ain't catched a fish yet. Went down there to the lake, where I moved my "da porch", baited up my fish poles, chunk 'em in the water, sit back sip'n a cup and waited....and waited....and waited. Damn them ol' fish!!! But I did catch me up some more them snap'n turtles. One come close to get'n my finger, but I were faster....and smarter. Smaks him one time them needle nose pliers and he let go that hook an' take off.
Went over to the boat ramp to try catch one over there. Nope, nuttin but them damn snap'n turtles. Get'n low on bait. Break out the hot dogs Billy Bob. Bout afterwhiles, I think I gonna go catch me some fish. "bubba boat" still sit'n on the picnic table.
$:30pm....."bubba boat" is at the lake. Motor installed, life jacket on board, fish poles down there, fresh coffee brew'n and then.....the wind come up. At least all that stuff is down at the lake and I don't have no more stuff to tote. That a hard job ya know. Ain't gonna happen but this one time. Next time I gonna have wheels on the "bubba boat"....soons I find me a hardware store for some pvc pipe and a axle shaft. Steal me some wheels off'n some kids stroller when mom ain't look'n. She'll say...."what the hell....where my wheels"???
Ok.....coffee done...back to snapper fish'n.
Let me tell ya right straight, I were a fish'n fool yesterday. Gave up on chunk'n fish lures at them damn fish and reverted to sit'n on my ass catfish'n. Toted all this fish'n stuff down to the lake and then just sit there look'n at my fish poles in the water do'n nuttin. They was just sit'n there. Well, yes they did. Every time a turtle got hungry, he steal my bait and the fish pole do one them little wiggle things. Reel in an' I ain't got no bait.
Now let me tell ya bout them turtles. My fish'n hook done got hung up in one them turtles lips and here he come right up on shore, right where I sit'n. He must'a been plenty pissed 'cause he had that "bite'n" look in his eyes. Big ol' nasty look'n mouth flap'n at me while I "cautiously" attempt to relieve him of that sharp fish'n hook. I bet ya a buck his neck was a foots long an' he was aim'n to take one my fingers off. Damn that were one mean look'n turtle. Can ya eat snapp'n turtles???
Then bout 6pm I got the urge to go catch me up some fish. I heared somewheres that catfish eat at night. Chunk a few lures, but there weren't nuttin but little minners swim'n round.....and it take too many them for a good sammich. Well anyhows, I didn't catch no fish....just fed the turtles.
By the time 10pm roll around, I were hungry. I mean really hungry. Ate me up a peanutbutter/jelly sammich an' hit the sack. Yeah right. I were hurt'n. Was a long night of toss'n an' turn'n look'n for a comfortable position. "Damn Billy Bob, ya got to slow down".
Ok, my day is started......"now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"? Tote that "bubba boat" down there and go catch me up some big ol' bass....that what I gonna do.
Ok....3pm and ain't catched a fish yet. Went down there to the lake, where I moved my "da porch", baited up my fish poles, chunk 'em in the water, sit back sip'n a cup and waited....and waited....and waited. Damn them ol' fish!!! But I did catch me up some more them snap'n turtles. One come close to get'n my finger, but I were faster....and smarter. Smaks him one time them needle nose pliers and he let go that hook an' take off.
Went over to the boat ramp to try catch one over there. Nope, nuttin but them damn snap'n turtles. Get'n low on bait. Break out the hot dogs Billy Bob. Bout afterwhiles, I think I gonna go catch me some fish. "bubba boat" still sit'n on the picnic table.
$:30pm....."bubba boat" is at the lake. Motor installed, life jacket on board, fish poles down there, fresh coffee brew'n and then.....the wind come up. At least all that stuff is down at the lake and I don't have no more stuff to tote. That a hard job ya know. Ain't gonna happen but this one time. Next time I gonna have wheels on the "bubba boat"....soons I find me a hardware store for some pvc pipe and a axle shaft. Steal me some wheels off'n some kids stroller when mom ain't look'n. She'll say...."what the hell....where my wheels"???
Ok.....coffee done...back to snapper fish'n.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Blanket weather...
Oh my God, what a change in weather. Here I were sit'n here a couple day ago piss'n an' moan'n how hot it was and then I wakes up this morn'n....it were cold. Not so cold (59 degs) that I would complain and head off to warmer weather, but cool enough for a couple little goosebumps. "where yer jammies Billy Bob"?
Was do'n some doodl'n last night while sit'n out there on "da porch". Tell me old Billy Bob don't catch no fish.
Took me a tour to Wills Point yesterday afternoon for a few items I were out of from the grocery store. The main street was paved in brick, what ya don't see much now days. The grocery store was a modern facility with modern prices. My God, maters was $2.99 a pound. Nice little town. In fact, kinda looks like what I been look'n for. Wonder if'n they got a golf ball swak'n place. That's all I really need ya know....and a Walmart. Well I already check out bout the Walmart....got one right down the road a piece....maybe 10 mile or so.
Went fish'n last night. Well hell no I didn't catch no fish. Had me a nice walk up and down that boat ramp bout 4 time. Then walk down the bank bout quarter mile or so chunk'n lures in the water. Fount me an old bait bucket what I decided to open up and see what was inside. Holy cows, it were full of old dead stink'n minners of some kind. Boy howdy let me tell ya, they stinked. It's a good bait bucket....high dollar, but what the hell would old Billy Bob do with a bait bucket. Left it there for them minners to cook in the sun some more.
Gotta run up to the park headquarters here in a bit....or what ever it called. Pay for another week at beautiful Tawakoni State Park. I think'n I might move "da house" over there to another camp site. There's a path what leads right down to the water. Hmmmmmm.....gonna have to think on that some more. Walk'n distance to the fish'n and not too far to tote the "bubba boat". What ya think???
Ok....things to do ya know....be back laters.
That settles that. Walk over there and look that other site. Yup, that will work. Took the laptop over there and yup, got a internet signal. Probably bout the same as here, so move is in progress. Soons that guy get his junk out my yard.
Boy howdylet me tell ya.....don't let no volunteer desk lady do your paperwork. Why that lady had me scheduled for a camp site 500 mile from here, charge me double the first time and not enough the second time. Wore the numbers slap off'n my credit card go'n through that machine so many times. But anyhows....I'm settled into my brand spank'n new campsite (probably $500 in debt), got the awning out, "da porch" is set up and went fish'n.
While I were throw'n lures in the water for that elusive "grande" mouth bass, my other fish pole takes off. Now what I mean by takes off, I mean it were headed for deep water....right across the bank
.....zoooom, just like that. A hunnert mile a hour. Holy crap, old Billy Bob's heart were pound'n like something feirce...."OH, my fish pole....my brand spank'n new fish pole". Grabs holt to it, reels it in and it weren't nuttin but a big ol' catfish. Can ya eat catfish??? See a big ol' carp swim'n round out there....could'a knock him slap in the head with a rock. Can ya eat carp???
Ok....done got me way too much sun sit'n out there wait'n for a fish. End up with lobster legs again like I done over there at Inks Lake. Where my aloe vera and sunscreen??? Good stuff for sunburn if'n ya didn't know.
Was do'n some doodl'n last night while sit'n out there on "da porch". Tell me old Billy Bob don't catch no fish.
Took me a tour to Wills Point yesterday afternoon for a few items I were out of from the grocery store. The main street was paved in brick, what ya don't see much now days. The grocery store was a modern facility with modern prices. My God, maters was $2.99 a pound. Nice little town. In fact, kinda looks like what I been look'n for. Wonder if'n they got a golf ball swak'n place. That's all I really need ya know....and a Walmart. Well I already check out bout the Walmart....got one right down the road a piece....maybe 10 mile or so.
Went fish'n last night. Well hell no I didn't catch no fish. Had me a nice walk up and down that boat ramp bout 4 time. Then walk down the bank bout quarter mile or so chunk'n lures in the water. Fount me an old bait bucket what I decided to open up and see what was inside. Holy cows, it were full of old dead stink'n minners of some kind. Boy howdy let me tell ya, they stinked. It's a good bait bucket....high dollar, but what the hell would old Billy Bob do with a bait bucket. Left it there for them minners to cook in the sun some more.
Gotta run up to the park headquarters here in a bit....or what ever it called. Pay for another week at beautiful Tawakoni State Park. I think'n I might move "da house" over there to another camp site. There's a path what leads right down to the water. Hmmmmmm.....gonna have to think on that some more. Walk'n distance to the fish'n and not too far to tote the "bubba boat". What ya think???
Ok....things to do ya know....be back laters.
That settles that. Walk over there and look that other site. Yup, that will work. Took the laptop over there and yup, got a internet signal. Probably bout the same as here, so move is in progress. Soons that guy get his junk out my yard.
Boy howdylet me tell ya.....don't let no volunteer desk lady do your paperwork. Why that lady had me scheduled for a camp site 500 mile from here, charge me double the first time and not enough the second time. Wore the numbers slap off'n my credit card go'n through that machine so many times. But anyhows....I'm settled into my brand spank'n new campsite (probably $500 in debt), got the awning out, "da porch" is set up and went fish'n.
While I were throw'n lures in the water for that elusive "grande" mouth bass, my other fish pole takes off. Now what I mean by takes off, I mean it were headed for deep water....right across the bank
.....zoooom, just like that. A hunnert mile a hour. Holy crap, old Billy Bob's heart were pound'n like something feirce...."OH, my fish pole....my brand spank'n new fish pole". Grabs holt to it, reels it in and it weren't nuttin but a big ol' catfish. Can ya eat catfish??? See a big ol' carp swim'n round out there....could'a knock him slap in the head with a rock. Can ya eat carp???
Ok....done got me way too much sun sit'n out there wait'n for a fish. End up with lobster legs again like I done over there at Inks Lake. Where my aloe vera and sunscreen??? Good stuff for sunburn if'n ya didn't know.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Cool front....yeah!!!
Holy crap, I got up too early this morning. Had to laugh when I let Sadie Mae out to do her thang. Look at the "bubba boat" what was lay'n out there.....half deflated. Damn I would'a drown in that thing if'n I would have slept in it out on the lake. Temp is to a blaz'n 74 degs now, sun is shin'n on the "bubba boat an' he retak'n shape. That cool front we got last night sure did feel good. Had to drag me out a blanket it were so cold.
Ain't got a thing to do today. That is unless the wind dies down a bit in the next couple hours. Sure would like to go out on the lake and try out that new skeg on the "bubba boat". All excitis....just know I gonna have me a good ol' time out there. "NO SMOK'N IN DA BOAT"!!!!
Bunch of Labor Day visitors pull out last night and the remaining campers are pack'n up this morning. Been a busy week end at Lake Tawakoni. Now that is cause for me to do some think'n. What would happen if I decided to spend another week at beautiful Lake Tawakoni? I ain't got nowhere's to go. Ain't in no hurry to go. I like it here. Sure would like to catch me up one them big ol' fishes.
Gonna have to go find me a grocery store some time today. Down to rationing bread, ain't got no milk, maters are start'n to rot, taters done shrivel up, got roots grow'n out them....ain't got nuttin to eat. Damn it's a hard life when ya hav'n fun. "Fun??? You call this fun? You nuts Billy Bob". Well....actually it is fun, if ya forget bout all the trials and tribulations involved to have a day of fun. Like yesterday, I had fun. I was do'n something. Had me a project. Used my hands build'n stuff. Oh yeah, I remember what they call that fiberglass stuff I make that skeg out of. It called FRP.....fiberglass reinforced plastic. Good stuff. And yes, monkey glue hole to FRP....make strong like bull. GRRRRRR!!!!
Don't know that I should mention this on my blog, but my daughter in law got a big ol' tatoo right across her butt cheeks. If'n I were her "memah", I would take a hickory to her butterfly ass.
Ok....gonna see what I can get into today.......laters for sure
Ain't got a thing to do today. That is unless the wind dies down a bit in the next couple hours. Sure would like to go out on the lake and try out that new skeg on the "bubba boat". All excitis....just know I gonna have me a good ol' time out there. "NO SMOK'N IN DA BOAT"!!!!
Bunch of Labor Day visitors pull out last night and the remaining campers are pack'n up this morning. Been a busy week end at Lake Tawakoni. Now that is cause for me to do some think'n. What would happen if I decided to spend another week at beautiful Lake Tawakoni? I ain't got nowhere's to go. Ain't in no hurry to go. I like it here. Sure would like to catch me up one them big ol' fishes.
Gonna have to go find me a grocery store some time today. Down to rationing bread, ain't got no milk, maters are start'n to rot, taters done shrivel up, got roots grow'n out them....ain't got nuttin to eat. Damn it's a hard life when ya hav'n fun. "Fun??? You call this fun? You nuts Billy Bob". Well....actually it is fun, if ya forget bout all the trials and tribulations involved to have a day of fun. Like yesterday, I had fun. I was do'n something. Had me a project. Used my hands build'n stuff. Oh yeah, I remember what they call that fiberglass stuff I make that skeg out of. It called FRP.....fiberglass reinforced plastic. Good stuff. And yes, monkey glue hole to FRP....make strong like bull. GRRRRRR!!!!
Don't know that I should mention this on my blog, but my daughter in law got a big ol' tatoo right across her butt cheeks. If'n I were her "memah", I would take a hickory to her butterfly ass.
Ok....gonna see what I can get into today.......laters for sure
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Inspiration
Boy howdy, a brand spank'n new day. So far everything is go'n just like clockwork. No aches and pains, got a clear head, no spilt coffee grounds, sun shin'n....yup, it's gonna be a beautiful day.
I feel kinda bad after yesterdays post "whinn'n" bout the downside of get'n old. I thought about it all day yesterday to delete the whole mess and start over. But then I got to think'n (that nasty word again), my blog is my personal record of how I feel at that given time and what I didn't or did do that given day. I can go back and reflect, diagnose and look for ways to remedy or to change my lifestyle. It looks like a lifestyle change may be in order.
One comment yesterday was very inspirational to me in that my eyes were opened to the fact that I don't live alone. Well hell, I already knew that. But some comments hits at home. I'm not the only one having a rough go of it. I'm not the only one with his ass cheeks stuck to a chair wish'n to be active again. Thanks Mickey!!!
And then....along come HoboJoe. I think ya gonna like his blog and style. Give him a look see HoboRoad. Thumbs up!!!
Now....bout that damn "that jeep". Put the charger on there and in an hour took a spin round the park. Look the same it did the day before. Now why the hell was that brand spank'n new battery low? Sheesh, that why I change it in the first place. Oh....remember that water leak I were tell'n ya bout? Well maybe I fount it. Tighten a little hose clamp a full turn right over the top of where I see some water what had drip down. Did you know "that jeep" sound like a tractor? Damn that muffler is loud. Cherry bomb ya know. Sound like 4 Harley Davidsons com'n down the road.
With this cool weather upon us, I don't know what I gonna do with myself. Perfect day to launch the "bubba boat".....not really. The freak'n wind is blow'n up a storm....bout 8 mile a hour from the looks of the trees danc'n to an' fro. Caught me a big ol' native trout out a hole I named "danc'n sticks" up there in the north Georgia mountains. Ya see, there was these old dead trees in the river what the river current make 'em dance. Lots of fish come out that hole. Big 'uns too.
Well I rekon I'll go outside and give that ol' chair a try this morn'n. Sip me up a cup and do some think'n.
Laters.....
Well shoot, whiles I were sit'n out there, I got me a delicious idea. Make something.....a project. Grab me up some old fiberglass stuff what I had lay'n round that I built my solar oven out of and I designed me up a "skeg" for the "bubba boat". Got it all cut out in 2 pieces so it be "strong like bull" and glue'n them together.....make 1 piece. Will monkey glue hole to fiberglass stuff??? Can't post any pics with the internet connection I got. Tried to post one yesterday and 10 minutes later I give up. Maybe I'll try later.
Well shoot....that didn't take long. Goes to show how much old Billy Bob know bout internet connections.
Man boy howdy is the wind ever blow'n now. Got little whirlybuggers come through my yard blow'n leaves everywheres. And I just rake them up a few days ago. Oh never mind, I just take a good look and they all gone....pooooof, just like that.
Bout lunch time now. Gonna make me up a great big ol' taquito....that pronouce tah-kee-toe. Now some people think of a taquito as a little finger size snack like what ya get at Walmart, but when old Billy Bob builds a taquito, it's a "fattie".....something like a burrito from Taco Bell. Hand full Jimmy Dean, couple slabs sausage and 2 extra large scrambled......Yum Boy howdy. A full meal deal....all roll up in a 8 inches tortilla. Almost fit in a 2 1/2 inch piece of PVC pipe.
6:30pm.....
Ok, so here I am again. Needed someone to talk to other than that dawg.
Some of ya might a been somewhat skeptical that old Billy Bob could build a sceg for the "bubba boat" on such short notice, but I want you lookie here.....project finished. Gonna go straight like a arrow cross that lake now......hunnert mile a hour. Put me some tires on there, pull right up on the beach. Don't be laugh'n bout them tires. Barney the OFM was tell'n me bout a cart to tote boats to the water. Well I already got it all plan out...."bubba boat" gonna have wheels. Ain't gonna be no 3 trips tote'n stuff. One trip get it all. Make it easy for an old man.
I feel kinda bad after yesterdays post "whinn'n" bout the downside of get'n old. I thought about it all day yesterday to delete the whole mess and start over. But then I got to think'n (that nasty word again), my blog is my personal record of how I feel at that given time and what I didn't or did do that given day. I can go back and reflect, diagnose and look for ways to remedy or to change my lifestyle. It looks like a lifestyle change may be in order.
One comment yesterday was very inspirational to me in that my eyes were opened to the fact that I don't live alone. Well hell, I already knew that. But some comments hits at home. I'm not the only one having a rough go of it. I'm not the only one with his ass cheeks stuck to a chair wish'n to be active again. Thanks Mickey!!!
And then....along come HoboJoe. I think ya gonna like his blog and style. Give him a look see HoboRoad. Thumbs up!!!
Now....bout that damn "that jeep". Put the charger on there and in an hour took a spin round the park. Look the same it did the day before. Now why the hell was that brand spank'n new battery low? Sheesh, that why I change it in the first place. Oh....remember that water leak I were tell'n ya bout? Well maybe I fount it. Tighten a little hose clamp a full turn right over the top of where I see some water what had drip down. Did you know "that jeep" sound like a tractor? Damn that muffler is loud. Cherry bomb ya know. Sound like 4 Harley Davidsons com'n down the road.
With this cool weather upon us, I don't know what I gonna do with myself. Perfect day to launch the "bubba boat".....not really. The freak'n wind is blow'n up a storm....bout 8 mile a hour from the looks of the trees danc'n to an' fro. Caught me a big ol' native trout out a hole I named "danc'n sticks" up there in the north Georgia mountains. Ya see, there was these old dead trees in the river what the river current make 'em dance. Lots of fish come out that hole. Big 'uns too.
Well I rekon I'll go outside and give that ol' chair a try this morn'n. Sip me up a cup and do some think'n.
Laters.....
Well shoot, whiles I were sit'n out there, I got me a delicious idea. Make something.....a project. Grab me up some old fiberglass stuff what I had lay'n round that I built my solar oven out of and I designed me up a "skeg" for the "bubba boat". Got it all cut out in 2 pieces so it be "strong like bull" and glue'n them together.....make 1 piece. Will monkey glue hole to fiberglass stuff??? Can't post any pics with the internet connection I got. Tried to post one yesterday and 10 minutes later I give up. Maybe I'll try later.
Well shoot....that didn't take long. Goes to show how much old Billy Bob know bout internet connections.
Man boy howdy is the wind ever blow'n now. Got little whirlybuggers come through my yard blow'n leaves everywheres. And I just rake them up a few days ago. Oh never mind, I just take a good look and they all gone....pooooof, just like that.
Bout lunch time now. Gonna make me up a great big ol' taquito....that pronouce tah-kee-toe. Now some people think of a taquito as a little finger size snack like what ya get at Walmart, but when old Billy Bob builds a taquito, it's a "fattie".....something like a burrito from Taco Bell. Hand full Jimmy Dean, couple slabs sausage and 2 extra large scrambled......Yum Boy howdy. A full meal deal....all roll up in a 8 inches tortilla. Almost fit in a 2 1/2 inch piece of PVC pipe.
Ok, so here I am again. Needed someone to talk to other than that dawg.
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