Birthday bash...early

Yesterday....yes, yesterday. Let me tell ya, it ain't easy try'n to entertain an' keep up with grand yung'ns. They just too active to keep up with.....so I just sit there in my chair out on "da porch" sip'n a cup and watches 'em. What a life! Ya gotta love it.
Ya know they gonna grow up real fast like and ya ain't gonna have nuttin left but memories. Take some pics, set 'em in your lap....talk to them. 

Have ya ever ride one them electric scooters? Well old Billy Bob did. Been a hunnert year since I been on a scooter....we used to race them ya know....downhill go'n a hunnert mile a hour. Well I looks at this new fangled electric scooter and says..."wonder if I can ride that"?

Now I gotta warn ya, this is a long video....long in bandwidth....may take a while to load up. But yep, that is old Billy Bob grinn'n from ear to ear......go'n a hunert mile a hour of course.

Grandkids gonna bake me up a birthday cake today. Ask me what kind I want and I says..."cherry chocolate". Now I got to tell ya right now, my cherry chocolate cake is got to be one the bestest cake ya ever set yer teeths into. Here how ya make it....

Ya go to Walmart and buy ya up one them yaller cake mixes, a can of chocolate fudge frost'n an' a can of Comstock cherry pie fill'n. Then ya goes home. Break ya out a pan, a skillet or a big bowl.....if'n ya got one. Empty that cake mix right in the bottom that pan, skillet or bowl and break open 3 eggs right on top. With a mixer thingy...I use a egg flippit thingy, ya mix them eggs right into that cake mix. Note: In case ya ain't got a egg flippit, ya could probably improvise and use a electric mixer. Then ya throws that can of cherry pie fill'n in there and mix 'er up some more. Don't be put'n no water in there....sheesh!! That's it....simple huh? Put it in a greased and floured up 9X14 cake pan or what ever suits yer fancy and toss that sucker in a 350 degs oven for how ever long it take. You know....the old toothpick trick. I wanna hear from all ya what try this recipe.

The handsome dude of the pack.....Nate (Nathan).

The beautiful "mama" Angela. She such a good girl. Bestest mama this side of Dallas. That my baby girl. Loves her to death.

Weather thingy says we gonna get some rain. That be good for some the folks what live in the area....Dizzy and Hermit, but it gonna make it muddy for old Billy Bob....and the kids sleep'n out there in a tent. My God, I can see it now....little muddy feet prints all over my floors (carpet).

Afternoon..... I done crawls up under "da house" an' fix it up that gasoline leak. Don't take long when ya got a purty good idea what ya do'n an' the right tools to do it with. Old Billy Bob got some tools ya know. Table saw, chain saw.....big ol' hammers, all kinds of stuff.
Now....take a close look at this thang and tell me if'n them are squirl bites.

Look to me like somebody been chew on my gas line.....what ya think?

Ok, I been wait for 2 day now and ain't nobody say nuttin bout my new blog look. I got to know....ya know. I'm think'n it look pretty good myself, but who am I to say? Input.....need input. Been think'n of keep'n the layout an' change the background from time to time......now that I knows how.

Go'n shopp'n

Boy howdy, have I ever make a mess of things now. That what happens when ya ain't got nuttin to do and ya start mess'n with stuff.

My granddarter drawed a pic and I were gonna put it as the blog background. Then I see instructions, what I never pay no mind to. Well hell, this pic won't work no better than that "fish'n" one. So....I starts push'n them damn buttons again. "Now look what ya done Billy Bob".

 Boy howdy, them kids sure do grow up fast. Today we gonna go do some shopp'n. Buy stuff. Spend a hunnert dollar. Go to Taco Bell...eat tacos......yum! I thinks I'm gonna wear out well ahead of these barefoot young'uns. Little rednecks, that what they are. Just like their grandpa....and their mama, and their cousins, and their aunts and uncles.....yup, little redneck kids......make me so proud.

7pm.....yup, they wored out the old Billy Bob. Didn't take long neither. In fact, after Best Buy, I were ready to call it quits. Bought me up a little camera what will fit in my pocket. Canon something or anuther, 16 megapixels, 5 to 1 optical zoom, 4 to 1 digital zoom....but it ain't got no eye lookie through thingy. Back at "da house" I were try'n it out. I says to Angela, I don't like it already, it look fuzzy in that little screen. Then she take off the protective plastic thingy over the screen and walla....clear as a bell. She such a good girl.

More details in tomorrows blog post....I garontee ya.... ( how the hell ya spell Ga Rone Tee )?

Was a fabulous day till I wore slap out chas'n them grandkids all over the stores. Remember back a spell when I used to take my daughter shopp'n. Now she tak'n her daddy shopp'n. Cain't beat that wit a stik. She such a good girl.

Push'n buttons....

Holy crap Billy Bob, now look at what ya went an' done. Yeah, I were bored yesterday and start mess'n with stuff. Push'n a button here and push'n a button there. Don't take long and ya got everything all screw up and no way to fix it. Didn't know ya could upload a background pic for the blog. Now I do.

Big ol' possum came by for a visit last night.....ain't he cute??? Is so a possum.

Speak'n of "fix it", I were smell'n something what didn't smell right. What the hell is that smell?? Been smell it for hours. Then I were sit'n on "da porch" sip'n a cup when I looks under "Sally da house". What the hell??? There a puddle under there. Further investigation reveals a gasoline leak. Not a big one, but at $3.50 a gallon, this thing gotta be fix. The fuel line to the generator is got a little hole in it. Don't even question how it got there 'cause I ain't got no answers. Just that it there and it got to be fix. Then I got to think'n bout them squirls. Ya don't suppose one got under there an' take a bite out my fuel line do ya?

Then I were look'n under the hood of "da house" and maybe fount that freon leak on the dash air. Way back there where it hard to fix. I used to do this shit for a living ya know, so don't worry bout a thing. I can do it. But the strange thing is that the little red cap is gone....poooof, just like that. The question is....was it ever there or did somebody steal it. Ain't gonna say no more bout that until I run down to the auto parts store an' buy me up some refrigerant an' a brand spank'n new little red cap.....pressurize the system and breakout the old leak detector....pin point that leak.

A deer sneaked up behind me last night. Scare the hell out old Billy Bob sit'n out there sip'n a cup an' think'n. Now I ain't talk'n bout sneak'n up 100 feets away, I'm talk'n 10 feets....right behind me....snort'n an' stuff...eat'n grass. Holy crap I come out that chair right fast like....holler "HEY". Ain't see no raccoons last night, but I set out a container of tater salad for them just in case. They like tater salad ya know. It were empty this morning.

Ok, it's 10am an'I got to go sit on "da porch", sip a cup an' do some think'n. Daughter gonna be here with the grandyung'ns bout 4pm....got lots of stuff to do in the mean time.

Big ol' blackbird.......damn!!!

While I were sit'n out there, I figgered no use wast'n time. So I break out my engine rebuild tools (couple crescent wrenchs and a big ol' hammer) and fix the tow bar. You know, grease it up a bit, make it easy to hook up and disconnect....general maintenance ya know. Now it just like a brand spank'n new one. Don't ya just love WD40???

Cool morning

Boy howdy is old Billy Bob grumpy this morn'n. Ya see, yesterdays "hot" trip done wore me slap out down to the bone. I were think'n I felt bad last night, but I feel worster this morning. But I'll get over it....after while.

Unhook'n "that jeep" was a chore I ain't gonna forget the rest of the day. Knock my knuckles on everthing....and then one the pins what hold the tow bar wouldn't budge. There weren't no way......other than Billy Bob's way....big hammer. Now I got to run up the headquarters place and pay my dues. "I'll be back"....Squishnerger.

Here it is noon and old Billy Bob still ain't feel'n too well. That trip yesterday must'a been more than I could handle. Now I'm gonna have a wasted day....and there's a golf ball swak'n place right over there. Weather is beautiful.

Had me a talk with the park host....or what ever they call them....old Billy Bob ain't gonna be catch no big catfish out the Brazos river. There 3 reason why. The first being that nobody else has been catch any. Second, the river is low. And third, it's bout a 14 mile hike to the river. Well maybe not that far, but more than I'm gonna walk just to catch a stink'n fish what I'm gonna throws back anyhows. If'n there was a $20 dollar bill lay'n on the bank, I would have to think twict bout walk'n over there to pick it up. Don't do walk'n ya know.

Get'n camp set up......but I might say, very slowly. Gonna put me some dog food out there round them trees for the squills and raccoons. Them coons sure are cute little buggers. So what if it says not to feed the critters....I paid my dues. I chose this camp site purposely so we could watch the coons climb'n in an' out the dumpster. Grandkids love that ya know.

 

Check out time....

Holy crap Billy Bob, do you see what time it is? Yeah I got up late again. Was expect'n to get up right bout 6am, but damn, it would still be dark out there an' ain't nobody in their right mind gonna be get'n up in the dark.

Yesterdays sank boat incident seems to gather quite a stir in the comments section. So I rekon I gonna explain. Ya see, that boat was do'n exactly what I designed it to do. But then whiles it was way out there in the middle of the lake, the drive belt to the wheel thingy on the back broke slap in two. Don't gonna go nowheres....just sit there. The slight breeze was enough to float that boat down there in amunst all them lilly pad thingys grow'n out the water. Well I ain't gonna walk out there and get my boat with all them freak'n turtles out there. No sir....they be like sharks. Or pirina (piranha) fish what eat toes and stuff. With my fish pole I can hook that damn sinked boat and drag it to shore. After a few (500 or so) casts, I hooks that boat and start reel'n. It hang up in them lilly pad thingys. I pulls some more and over she goes.....bottom side up. Eventually I get it to shore, take it to "da house", give it a bath an' set it in the sun to dry. Amazingly....nuttin is broke. Look like it never been in the water. Even though the electronics is bit the dust, the motor still works. Back to the draw'n board.

Boy howdy do I got some do'n to do if'n I'm gonna be on the road by noon. Got my route all figger out to head off to Steven F. Austin State Park....right bout 240 mile from here. Gonna go visit my daughter and grandyun'un's. Coffee pot gonna be on and all visitors is welcome to drop in to say "howdy". Probably gonna be an empty r/v camp'n site right next door.

Ok, gonna do a few things an' be right back after a little while.....

11:58am....all hook up and ready to roll. As I've mentioned a time or two, I may not have internet where I'm go'n.
See ya down the road......

3pm.....Boy howdy, don't know what happen but it hot'er 'an hell out there (109 by the little thermometer thingy hang'n outside). But that ain't nuttin.....my dash air done ain't work'n. It blow'n hot air bout 200 degs or so. Crank up the generator way back up the road a piece....3 hour ago, and it's still hot in here. I just happen to have a can of air conditioning revival juice, what I put in way back there, but in a hour, it were gone.....poooof, just like that. Hope the leak is in the same place it were a couple year ago. Cheap and an easy fix.

Just call the State Park....all good to go for the next 7 days.
See ya there......if'n I got a internet signal.

6:30pm......here I are....at the Steven F. Austin State Park. That's in Texas ya know.
I gonna tell ya right now, driv'n over two hunnert mile a day just wear ol Billy Bob slap out. The heat didn't help much neither. My God, it were hot.

Only see one fire on the way here....back up the road a piece bout a hunnert mile. Just off I-45 at Madisonville. Not IN Madisonville.....sheesh!!! Bout 5 mile east of Texas 90S. Now let some "know all bout fires" type a guy tell me a welder start it. Sheesh, he don't no nuttin bout weld'n.

That the best I could do for a pic roll'n down a tipsy turvy highway.

Kick back time......on "da porch" when it get a little cooler. Weather thingy says I gonna have a nice visit with the daughter and grandkids. Make 'em stay outside....that what I'll do.

Go'n camp'n

Bruthas', sistas', lil' chillins'....step right up....see Joe Joe the dog face boy (Joe Joe is not directed at any one person in particular...it's just a name.....sheesh).
My daddy used to be a barker at the circus. But do you think he ever took me to the circus? Well hell no.

By the way I feel this morning, vacation must be almost over. Last night was one of the worstest nights I been through in months. Well, maybe not months....a week or so. I lay there toss an' turn all night long.....Sadie's butt in my face...."damn Sadie....MOVE". I got to think'n bout this an' think'n bout that....why this an' why that, hurt'n here an' hurt'n there......"damn Billy Bob...relax, everything gonna be just fine".

Have ya ever get down to the wire, bout ready to take off on a trip? Ya really don't wanna go? You're not in the least bit excited? That where I at this morning. I were watch'n all them other campers pack'n up yesterday morning and got to think'n...."why the hell did they come to the lake in the first place if they only gonna stay a day"? Friday evening they was set'n up camp, wimmins run'n round tote'n stuff, men crank'n jacks an' stuff, kids head'n for the lake....holler'n an' scream'n. Then Sunday morning, before I get down half a cup, they was pack'n up. One day....that all they got, one freak'n day. Now it's time for old Billy Bob to start pack'n up.

Now I have a decision what I got to ponder on for a bit. Do I put the Mississippi Riverboat in the lake or not? There ain't no wind so it ain't gonna blow away out to the middle of the lake. As everybody know, it took me a year to build this beautiful Mississippi riverboat and to see it float'n off across the lake with no way to save it....well, think bout it. Decisions, decisions, decisions......life is hard.













I cranks up the laptop this morn'n and I got Mobile Broadband internet connection....that's good ya know. Then.....I ain't got nuttin. Then I got National Access....that no so good ya know. Then my frigg'n computer lock slap up....won't do nuttin. Then Firefox is all screw up....not responding. Life is hard in the world of computer'n and post'n blog nonsense.


1pm.....put that boat in the water. All was well until.........

"HOLY SHIT Billy Bob, ya done went an' sinked da boat".





Don't suppose I have to explain anything, do I??? Well shoot.....if'n that drive belt hadn't broke, the damn boat wouldn't be upsidedown. I rekon I lost all the electronic doodads, battery and possibly the motor. Brung it home and wash all the mud an' stuff off it. When it dries, back on the shelf for the rest of my life. It was fun while it lasted.

A somber day....

It's hard to express true feelings with just the stroke of a pen and a piece of paper. Ya gotta close your eyes, reach into your heart and remember.

I remember that day all too well. A day never to be forgotten. The day the United States of America was attacked by terrorist from a foreign country. Peoples lives were changed that day. The United States was changed that day. Our way of life and our freedoms were changed that day. May the souls of those that lost their lives that day rest in peace in a heavenly place. May the tears of those that lost loved ones on that day be wiped away by the hand of God. America the beautiful, may we never forget.

Well now that I got my mind back in order, sip'ed up a cup and done some think'n...."now what the hell ya gonna do Billy Bob"? It's back to travel'n mode. Where, what, why and when. I were look'n at the map and I can be in Port Aransas in 2 days...more or less (460 mile). Put me there right bout Thursday even'n just in time for sizzl'n fajitas at Old San Juan's Mexican Restaurant. $5.00. Yeah boy howdy.

Now you might be ask'n why I'm going to Port Aransas. Actually I don't know for sure, but it's always been a destination every time I head off to somewheres in Texas. Ain't no use chang'n now. You do know that they gots cute little thangs in string bikinis an' cowboy hats run'n round on the beach....right? No, don't even think it. Old Billy Bob too old to be gawk'n at them cute little thangs. I retired from the University of Texas in Port Aransas ya know. It's been my homebase for years....bank account, post office box, beach, salt water fish'n, old friends, golf courses and string bikinis. 

Got the "bubba boat" all rolled up and packed in "that jeep". Done gave up on catch'n me a big ol' catfish. Gonna go out there, sit on "da porch", sip me up a cup and do some think'n. What a life!!!