Well shoot, since I missed a post yesterday, I rekon I should try to make one today.
Ok, that sounds easy huh? Well it ain't. There ain't no if's and's or but's about it, if'n ya ain't did nuttin, ya ain't got nuttin to write about. That seems the norm at Billy Bob's Place here lately.
Had a surprise visit from the OFM Barney yesterday. Ya see, I was laid back on the couch rest'n, when all a sudden I hears a big ol' truck outside. It were Barney. We was both on the hungry side so's we decided on a trip up the road a piece for something to eat. When we got there, they weren't. They was closed....locked up tighter than a drum. Back in Sinton bout a hour later, we settled for a buffet style lunch at the "greasy butter" place (Butter Churn). As usual, I ate way too much again, got sick an' lay on the couch most the afternoon. Didn't do nuttin like what I said I was gonna do. This is get'n old.
While I were lay'n there on the couch watch'n TV last night, I got to think'n...."what am I gonna do when summer gets here"? Where am I gonna go? What special thing do I want to do that I ain't done yet. If'n you're think'n bungee jump, I done give up on that idea long time ago. I'm think'n I'm probly finished with "death defy'n" feats like that. So what's left for an old guy, hobbl'n along on his last leg, to do? Take up knit'n an' basket weav'n??? I would think not. There's got to be something I can still do what would bring some excitement back into my life.
Speak'n of excitement, me and Barney will be swak'n golf'n balls here in just a little bit. It don't matter what I do, or however far I hit my balls, he beat me every time we play. But things are gonna change today....even if'n I have to cheat. I keep score ya know. Barney is a good person to play golf with. He takes his game very very seriously, hit a good straight ball.....bout a mile and counts every stroke. Now how the hell do I win play'n someone like that???
Ok....got a few things to do.....laters.
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Monday, December 17, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
On a roll
Hot damn, the old Billy Bob is on a roll this morn'n. Yeee har!!! Remember them dishes what been soak'n for a few days? Well, they ain't soak'n no more. I warshed 'em all sparkl'n clean an' they drip dry'n on the sink counter. Went through a years supply of old mail, keep'n only the important stuff. Got a couple bags of trash ready for the fire pit (burn barrel). Pick up all them boxes what was lay'n on the floor. Get'n ready to sweep and mop the floor. Now we got a problem....I ain't got no mop. If'n you think'n the old Billy Bob is gonna get on his hands an' knees, ya better get that idea out your head right now. Last time I did that, I was hurt'n for 2 days.....laid back on the couch watch'n tv an' tak'n naps. Did I ever mention I hate housework???
When I lived on the boat, I didn't mind housework too much. I was a lot younger back then and I had wimmins to entertain. Plus, the boat had less liv'n space than what "da house" has. Plus, the boat didn't go all over the country pick'n up dirt, sand, grass clip'ns and leaves. Clean'n was a 30 minute chore if'n I really got with it. Now that I'm older, just do'n dishes takes days. And that's really get'n with it.
Don't know for sure, but I'm think'n I may be los'n weight again. I were look'n in the mirror an' says...."my god Billy Bob, it ain't no wonder ya can't hit a golf'n ball very far". "Ya skinny"....I been hear'n that all my life. When I was taller, I weighed less than what I do now. Last time I check, I were 5 feets 8 inches an' 155 pounds. At one time I were 5 foot 10 1/2 inches. My favorite weight is 150 pounds. All my clothes fit at that weight and I feel better at that weight. I never did want to to be a short fat guy an' I don't rekon that will ever happen. Not the way I eat anyhows.
For some reason this morn'n I got to think'n bout my old 1927 Buick roadster. The top had been took off by a previous owner, but I woulda took it off too. It had a rubble seat. Costed me $12 in two easy payments. Probably the funnest car I ever had. Had to start it up with a hand crank if'n ya wanted the motor to run. It had a 6 volt starter on it, but I were 6 volt battery poor back then. Didn't have no brakes an' the gas tank only hold 5 gallons of gas. But back then, we couldn't afford 5 gallons all at one time. The old wooden spoke wheels would make all kind of weird sounds. But let me tell ya, that old Buick was one hell of a Jeep. Go where no cop car dare to follow. Climb mountains an' never get stuck.
Me and Gerry was out one afternoon in that Buick, spin'n tires, tear'n up the new dirt streets what some developer had laid out. Uncle's house was only a couple mile away. Out of nowheres, here come a cop car do'n a hunnert mile a hour, one little red light flash'n, sireen scream'n ....think'n he gonna catch the Billy Bob. I heads to Uncle's house. Whips into the yard, throws the transmission in reverse, gears grind'n...no brakes ya know....let fly the clutch an' them back wheels start turn'n in the other direction, dirt and rocks fly'n. That Buick comes to a grind'n halt behind a 6 foot fence....out of sight and out'a mind. For 30 minutes, the entire police force of 3 cars, patrolled the area look'n for Billy Bob, Gerry and that old 1927 Buick roadster. That were only one time of many I had cause to make myself scarce from local law enforcement. I knowed 'em all by first name.
Ok....got more housework to do......maybe.
When I lived on the boat, I didn't mind housework too much. I was a lot younger back then and I had wimmins to entertain. Plus, the boat had less liv'n space than what "da house" has. Plus, the boat didn't go all over the country pick'n up dirt, sand, grass clip'ns and leaves. Clean'n was a 30 minute chore if'n I really got with it. Now that I'm older, just do'n dishes takes days. And that's really get'n with it.
Don't know for sure, but I'm think'n I may be los'n weight again. I were look'n in the mirror an' says...."my god Billy Bob, it ain't no wonder ya can't hit a golf'n ball very far". "Ya skinny"....I been hear'n that all my life. When I was taller, I weighed less than what I do now. Last time I check, I were 5 feets 8 inches an' 155 pounds. At one time I were 5 foot 10 1/2 inches. My favorite weight is 150 pounds. All my clothes fit at that weight and I feel better at that weight. I never did want to to be a short fat guy an' I don't rekon that will ever happen. Not the way I eat anyhows.
For some reason this morn'n I got to think'n bout my old 1927 Buick roadster. The top had been took off by a previous owner, but I woulda took it off too. It had a rubble seat. Costed me $12 in two easy payments. Probably the funnest car I ever had. Had to start it up with a hand crank if'n ya wanted the motor to run. It had a 6 volt starter on it, but I were 6 volt battery poor back then. Didn't have no brakes an' the gas tank only hold 5 gallons of gas. But back then, we couldn't afford 5 gallons all at one time. The old wooden spoke wheels would make all kind of weird sounds. But let me tell ya, that old Buick was one hell of a Jeep. Go where no cop car dare to follow. Climb mountains an' never get stuck.
Me and Gerry was out one afternoon in that Buick, spin'n tires, tear'n up the new dirt streets what some developer had laid out. Uncle's house was only a couple mile away. Out of nowheres, here come a cop car do'n a hunnert mile a hour, one little red light flash'n, sireen scream'n ....think'n he gonna catch the Billy Bob. I heads to Uncle's house. Whips into the yard, throws the transmission in reverse, gears grind'n...no brakes ya know....let fly the clutch an' them back wheels start turn'n in the other direction, dirt and rocks fly'n. That Buick comes to a grind'n halt behind a 6 foot fence....out of sight and out'a mind. For 30 minutes, the entire police force of 3 cars, patrolled the area look'n for Billy Bob, Gerry and that old 1927 Buick roadster. That were only one time of many I had cause to make myself scarce from local law enforcement. I knowed 'em all by first name.
Ok....got more housework to do......maybe.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Updated...Too hot last night...
Dang, here it is already 9:30. But I got a excuse. Ya see, it's been cold every night for the last week, so I put a extra blanket on my bed. So last night, I climbs in under all them blankets and it was hot. Instead of get'n up and turn'n the heater down, or remov'n a blanket or two, I just lay there toss'n an' turn'n most the night try'n to "git cool". So I slept in this mor'n.
Speak'n of lazy, the old Billy Bob is get'n the hang of it. Ya see that empty box the water filter come in? Well instead of throw'n it in the trash, I fell over it in the dark last night. And 'no', the dishes ain't done yet neither. They soak'n. I didn't ever figger I would be one to lean to the lazy side since I always been do'n something or another, but here lately, lazy is easy. Betcha a dollar I can find me a reasonable excuse for that too.
I'm sit'n here think'n bout them new golf balls I got. They need broke in. Weather forecast says it's gonna blow like the dickens here in a little bit, an' there's a chance of rain. But who gives a care, I'm go'n golf ball swak'n.
Will update laters.....maybe
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See, I tole ya I was gonna be back. Yup, I went off to the golf course an' swak me up some balls. When I par the first hole I says...."I'm gonna have me a good day". Then on the second hole, I got me a tripple bogie. That's three strokes over par ya know. Then a double bogie on the next hole. Now I'm in trouble. Ain't never gonna break 80 like this.
The wind was blow'n just like what the weather guy said....almost a hunnert mile a hour. Some folks won't play a round of golf when the wind gets over bout 15, but the old Billy Bob smak a golf ball slap into a hurricane. He don't care....'cause ya get to hit it again.
There's a science to hit'n golf balls in windy conditions. You know, like what kind of spin ya want on the ball. How high ya want the ball to go. What golf ball choice ya make, hard or soft, for different wind directions. Yup, it's all science....and yes, I failed science in school.
After a great round of swak'n golf balls, I headed down to the greasy butter....Butter Churn that is. Had a nice selection of food today, unlike what they do on Mondays. After tear'n hell out a 10 dollar bill, I headed back to "da house" where here in just a bit, I'm gonna take me a refreshing nap....while them dishes finish soak'n.
This morn'n I received a phone call from Old "pesky neighbor" Wayne. He just got out of the hospital again. Peemoania again. He say he almost die again. Damn it, that's not good news. Hope he can survive long enough to visit him again this summer. Other news from Wayne....the old man died. That's not really bad news since he outlived his time. He was 94 I'm think'n. Mean as a snake. Knew he was gonna die, just didn't know when.
Speak'n of lazy, the old Billy Bob is get'n the hang of it. Ya see that empty box the water filter come in? Well instead of throw'n it in the trash, I fell over it in the dark last night. And 'no', the dishes ain't done yet neither. They soak'n. I didn't ever figger I would be one to lean to the lazy side since I always been do'n something or another, but here lately, lazy is easy. Betcha a dollar I can find me a reasonable excuse for that too.
I'm sit'n here think'n bout them new golf balls I got. They need broke in. Weather forecast says it's gonna blow like the dickens here in a little bit, an' there's a chance of rain. But who gives a care, I'm go'n golf ball swak'n.
Will update laters.....maybe
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See, I tole ya I was gonna be back. Yup, I went off to the golf course an' swak me up some balls. When I par the first hole I says...."I'm gonna have me a good day". Then on the second hole, I got me a tripple bogie. That's three strokes over par ya know. Then a double bogie on the next hole. Now I'm in trouble. Ain't never gonna break 80 like this.
The wind was blow'n just like what the weather guy said....almost a hunnert mile a hour. Some folks won't play a round of golf when the wind gets over bout 15, but the old Billy Bob smak a golf ball slap into a hurricane. He don't care....'cause ya get to hit it again.
There's a science to hit'n golf balls in windy conditions. You know, like what kind of spin ya want on the ball. How high ya want the ball to go. What golf ball choice ya make, hard or soft, for different wind directions. Yup, it's all science....and yes, I failed science in school.
After a great round of swak'n golf balls, I headed down to the greasy butter....Butter Churn that is. Had a nice selection of food today, unlike what they do on Mondays. After tear'n hell out a 10 dollar bill, I headed back to "da house" where here in just a bit, I'm gonna take me a refreshing nap....while them dishes finish soak'n.
This morn'n I received a phone call from Old "pesky neighbor" Wayne. He just got out of the hospital again. Peemoania again. He say he almost die again. Damn it, that's not good news. Hope he can survive long enough to visit him again this summer. Other news from Wayne....the old man died. That's not really bad news since he outlived his time. He was 94 I'm think'n. Mean as a snake. Knew he was gonna die, just didn't know when.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Beautiful cloudy cold winter day
I don't rekon 42 degs is too bad for a night time temp. That what it were when I got up this morn'n. As far as I know, I slept pretty good too.
We got it pretty good right here in the good ol' US of A. With all the stuff what's go'n on in the world and right here at home too, people are still go'n on with their lives like nuttin was happen'n. Ya gotta look really hard to see the 23 million what are out of jobs, liv'n on the streets, don't have no food....stuff like that. People are buy'n brand spank'n new cars, go'n out to eat at some fancy restaurant, spend'n gazillions of dollars for Christmas presents....liv'n high on the hog. Kids out of control with their hi-tech cell devices that costs hunnerts of dollars. Amateur golfers buy'n new gold plated golf'n balls. Where the hell all this money com'n from if'n we are so broke, an' ain't got no job......? Let's not get political with this....OK????
I remember one Christmas, not too far in the past, I were slap broke. Barely make ends meet. I had a good job at the University of Texas, but I were still broke. My 2 youngest kids was liv'n with me after the divorce and they wanted, and deserved, a nice Christmas. But I strapped for cash. We decided on one gift each and a cheap Christmas dinner. At the store, I fount this duck. Ham was too expensive and we didn't like turkey. Christmas duck....that gotta be good. I ain't never cook no big ol' duck before.....what could possibly go wrong. Have ya ever tried to eat the soles off'n a pair of old shoes??? It were tough....grease run'n out it...I ain't lie'n. For gifts, we each exchanged our most precious possessions with each other. Angela was in tears when she opened her present from Daniel. It was his favorite green shirt that she so desired. Now that was a Christmas I'll never forget. Nuttin but love, togetherness an' that old tough duck. By the way, we went out to eat. Throwed the duck in the dumpster.
Yesterday afternoon I was sit'n here and I got a thought. Go swak some golf'n balls. Then I got to think'n bout the OFM Barney over there in the Big Bend....freez'n his butt slap off up there in the mountains. I betcha he's bout ready to head back to the gulf coast, where it bout 20 degs warmer, an' go swak some golf balls with the old Billy Bob. A little later, my computer go "ding....you got mail". It were Barney....be here in the morn'n. Now tomorrow (friday), if'n it ain't rain'n, an' wind ain't blow'n a hunnert mile a hour, an' the sun is shin'n, we gonna be swak'n golf'n balls in Sinton, Texas. Yeee haa!!!!
We got it pretty good right here in the good ol' US of A. With all the stuff what's go'n on in the world and right here at home too, people are still go'n on with their lives like nuttin was happen'n. Ya gotta look really hard to see the 23 million what are out of jobs, liv'n on the streets, don't have no food....stuff like that. People are buy'n brand spank'n new cars, go'n out to eat at some fancy restaurant, spend'n gazillions of dollars for Christmas presents....liv'n high on the hog. Kids out of control with their hi-tech cell devices that costs hunnerts of dollars. Amateur golfers buy'n new gold plated golf'n balls. Where the hell all this money com'n from if'n we are so broke, an' ain't got no job......? Let's not get political with this....OK????
I remember one Christmas, not too far in the past, I were slap broke. Barely make ends meet. I had a good job at the University of Texas, but I were still broke. My 2 youngest kids was liv'n with me after the divorce and they wanted, and deserved, a nice Christmas. But I strapped for cash. We decided on one gift each and a cheap Christmas dinner. At the store, I fount this duck. Ham was too expensive and we didn't like turkey. Christmas duck....that gotta be good. I ain't never cook no big ol' duck before.....what could possibly go wrong. Have ya ever tried to eat the soles off'n a pair of old shoes??? It were tough....grease run'n out it...I ain't lie'n. For gifts, we each exchanged our most precious possessions with each other. Angela was in tears when she opened her present from Daniel. It was his favorite green shirt that she so desired. Now that was a Christmas I'll never forget. Nuttin but love, togetherness an' that old tough duck. By the way, we went out to eat. Throwed the duck in the dumpster.
Yesterday afternoon I was sit'n here and I got a thought. Go swak some golf'n balls. Then I got to think'n bout the OFM Barney over there in the Big Bend....freez'n his butt slap off up there in the mountains. I betcha he's bout ready to head back to the gulf coast, where it bout 20 degs warmer, an' go swak some golf balls with the old Billy Bob. A little later, my computer go "ding....you got mail". It were Barney....be here in the morn'n. Now tomorrow (friday), if'n it ain't rain'n, an' wind ain't blow'n a hunnert mile a hour, an' the sun is shin'n, we gonna be swak'n golf'n balls in Sinton, Texas. Yeee haa!!!!
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
32 degs this morn'n
Yesterday I were try'n to 'splain about the weather in south Texas. Little did I know it were gonna be super cold this morn'n. Ok, so 32 degs ain't super cold to you folks what live up north somewheres, but it's mighty cold to the old Billy Bob. When I wake up to 32 degs, I done did something wrong.
I should never have to experience uncomfortable conditions such as this. I'm retired, have a house on wheels, ain't got no roots sunk in the ground.....so why am I still in Sinton? It's simple. I 'splained all that yesterday.....winter don't last long in south Texas. Then somebody asked me why I like south Texas. I just said..."winter".
In the whole of the US, there are only 3 acceptable places to spend a comfortable winter. Southern California, south Texas and Florida. When I says comfortable, I'm talk'n 40's night time and 60's & 70's daytime. Now that's comfortable don't ya think?
Ok, what chores do I have on the agenda for today? If'n ya guessed dishes, you have just won a gold star next to your name.....drum roll, applause. God I hate do'n old dirty dishes. Where the hell they all come from? Then of course, I got to sweep the floors again (damn dog ya know), take the trash out....stuff like that. It never ends. Now there was a time I didn't have to do all that house clean'n stuff. First mate Vickie Lynn was a excellent house cleaner. Give her a "fatty" an she clean "da house" lickity split. Of course I had to feed her an' buy her new clothes...a jug of booze every once in a while....stuff like that. First mates make perfect travel companions. Damn I miss that girl.
I were sit'n here think'n....."Billy Bob, ya need a new project". I like to build stuff ya know, and that makes me happy. I been do'n that for many many years. Some projects were classified as rejects, some were give away and others made it to the dumpster. A finished product is no longer a project. It's got to go. My favorite media for projects is wood. But then, I can make something out of anything. I keep stuff ya know. It has a use in a future project. That's why I have to have such a big motorhome.....storage space for junk.
Ok.....got to cut this short....things to do ya know....laters
I should never have to experience uncomfortable conditions such as this. I'm retired, have a house on wheels, ain't got no roots sunk in the ground.....so why am I still in Sinton? It's simple. I 'splained all that yesterday.....winter don't last long in south Texas. Then somebody asked me why I like south Texas. I just said..."winter".
In the whole of the US, there are only 3 acceptable places to spend a comfortable winter. Southern California, south Texas and Florida. When I says comfortable, I'm talk'n 40's night time and 60's & 70's daytime. Now that's comfortable don't ya think?
Ok, what chores do I have on the agenda for today? If'n ya guessed dishes, you have just won a gold star next to your name.....drum roll, applause. God I hate do'n old dirty dishes. Where the hell they all come from? Then of course, I got to sweep the floors again (damn dog ya know), take the trash out....stuff like that. It never ends. Now there was a time I didn't have to do all that house clean'n stuff. First mate Vickie Lynn was a excellent house cleaner. Give her a "fatty" an she clean "da house" lickity split. Of course I had to feed her an' buy her new clothes...a jug of booze every once in a while....stuff like that. First mates make perfect travel companions. Damn I miss that girl.
I were sit'n here think'n....."Billy Bob, ya need a new project". I like to build stuff ya know, and that makes me happy. I been do'n that for many many years. Some projects were classified as rejects, some were give away and others made it to the dumpster. A finished product is no longer a project. It's got to go. My favorite media for projects is wood. But then, I can make something out of anything. I keep stuff ya know. It has a use in a future project. That's why I have to have such a big motorhome.....storage space for junk.
Ok.....got to cut this short....things to do ya know....laters
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Thanks for the comments...
Gooolleee.....or something like that. That what Gomer would say. I'm speechless......
Thanks for all the support.
Ya see, when I made that post yesterday, I were just think'n out loud. And I talk to myself too. An' I give some purty good answers too. But anyhows....I been read'n a lot of blogs what ain't on my followers list. You know, just surf'n round from blog to blog. I found there are other people with a like minds as mine.....think'n bout settle'n down in a little sticks & bricks, park'n "da house" out back, redneck style, up on concrete blocks and do'n nuttin the rest of my life. That's been on my mind for quite some time now.
As far as "go'n out of business", I don't rekon that's gonna happen any time soon. I remember when I was in the commercial refrigeration business, I would hate to get up in the morn'n an' go to work. During the 80's crunch, I was los'n customers right an' left. I was contemplat'n shut'n down the business, but I had a family to support. I had to keep on keep'n on. So I rekon as long as you keep send'n me money, I'll keep on blogg'n.
Ok, what did the old Billy Bob do yesterday? I were sit'n here freez'n my ass off an' got to think'n bout coffee. I like my coffee ya know. But it ain't been tast'n right with this nasty water I been put'n in my fresh water tank. Need me a new water treatment system. I used to have a excellent one, but it broke a few years back. Flooded the carpet from the bedroom all the ways to the front windshield. Anyhows, me an' Sadie Mae load up in "that jeep" and head off to town. Home Depot to be exact. Fount me a filter thingy what take everthing out the water but the "wet". No more bugs an' stuff float'n round in my coffee. Ummm, good coffee......almost. "Clean the coffee pot Billy Bob....it's nasty". Ok, how the hell ya clean a coffee pot???
Cold last night??? You betcha. Although it could have been worse. But let me tell ya bout winter in south Texas. It don't last long. Not the miserable freez'n cold like up north what last for months on end, but just a couple few days of lower 40's at night then back up in the 50's. I used to go to the fish'n piers in the dead of winter. Nuttin to keep me warm but a light jacket and the exhaust pipe on a little Honda generator. I was tough back then ya know. That's winter in south Texas....enjoy it.
Now let me tell ya bout Sadie Mae. She's a good dog an' all that, but she's completely worthless. She don't do nuttin. She don't play, she don't socialize, she don't do nuttin. Eat, sleep, run in an' out the door a hunnert times a day....and roll in grass clip'ns an' burro poop. That what she do. I had just sweeped all the floors in "da house" from where she brung in a whole bucket full of grass clip'ns. No sooner I get done, an' here she come again....all covered with grass clip'ns an' poop. Shake it all over the floor. Not just one day, but every day. This dog ain't right. Damn!!!
I'm think'n it's bout time for the old Billy Bob to be head'n further south. I think I done wored out my welcome in this part of the country. I cain't go too far south or I would be in Mexico by morn'n. An' there ain't nuttin to do in Mexico but git in trouble. It's still a bit early to go to Falcon Lake....fish ain't bite'n. But.....I could go to the Community Park in Falcon Heights an' camp for free as long as I want. Or I could stay at the State Park for $98 a week with all the electricity and water I could ever want. Decisions decisions.
Ok, got things to do......laters.
Thanks for all the support.
Ya see, when I made that post yesterday, I were just think'n out loud. And I talk to myself too. An' I give some purty good answers too. But anyhows....I been read'n a lot of blogs what ain't on my followers list. You know, just surf'n round from blog to blog. I found there are other people with a like minds as mine.....think'n bout settle'n down in a little sticks & bricks, park'n "da house" out back, redneck style, up on concrete blocks and do'n nuttin the rest of my life. That's been on my mind for quite some time now.
As far as "go'n out of business", I don't rekon that's gonna happen any time soon. I remember when I was in the commercial refrigeration business, I would hate to get up in the morn'n an' go to work. During the 80's crunch, I was los'n customers right an' left. I was contemplat'n shut'n down the business, but I had a family to support. I had to keep on keep'n on. So I rekon as long as you keep send'n me money, I'll keep on blogg'n.
Ok, what did the old Billy Bob do yesterday? I were sit'n here freez'n my ass off an' got to think'n bout coffee. I like my coffee ya know. But it ain't been tast'n right with this nasty water I been put'n in my fresh water tank. Need me a new water treatment system. I used to have a excellent one, but it broke a few years back. Flooded the carpet from the bedroom all the ways to the front windshield. Anyhows, me an' Sadie Mae load up in "that jeep" and head off to town. Home Depot to be exact. Fount me a filter thingy what take everthing out the water but the "wet". No more bugs an' stuff float'n round in my coffee. Ummm, good coffee......almost. "Clean the coffee pot Billy Bob....it's nasty". Ok, how the hell ya clean a coffee pot???
Cold last night??? You betcha. Although it could have been worse. But let me tell ya bout winter in south Texas. It don't last long. Not the miserable freez'n cold like up north what last for months on end, but just a couple few days of lower 40's at night then back up in the 50's. I used to go to the fish'n piers in the dead of winter. Nuttin to keep me warm but a light jacket and the exhaust pipe on a little Honda generator. I was tough back then ya know. That's winter in south Texas....enjoy it.
Now let me tell ya bout Sadie Mae. She's a good dog an' all that, but she's completely worthless. She don't do nuttin. She don't play, she don't socialize, she don't do nuttin. Eat, sleep, run in an' out the door a hunnert times a day....and roll in grass clip'ns an' burro poop. That what she do. I had just sweeped all the floors in "da house" from where she brung in a whole bucket full of grass clip'ns. No sooner I get done, an' here she come again....all covered with grass clip'ns an' poop. Shake it all over the floor. Not just one day, but every day. This dog ain't right. Damn!!!
I'm think'n it's bout time for the old Billy Bob to be head'n further south. I think I done wored out my welcome in this part of the country. I cain't go too far south or I would be in Mexico by morn'n. An' there ain't nuttin to do in Mexico but git in trouble. It's still a bit early to go to Falcon Lake....fish ain't bite'n. But.....I could go to the Community Park in Falcon Heights an' camp for free as long as I want. Or I could stay at the State Park for $98 a week with all the electricity and water I could ever want. Decisions decisions.
Ok, got things to do......laters.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Fire sale....go'n out of business
The little grocery store across the street closed their doors. The furniture store has "going out of business" signs in the windows. The shoe repair store shut down years ago. Kelly's bar & full service gas station is on it's last leg. The economy is bad, money is short. Business depends on satisfied customers.
What started out as a place to write a old time modern day diary of our lives, has turned into a business proposition. It's called a freak'n blog. We share our lives with the world on a daily basis. The good times, the bad times, humor, sadness...our thoughts. We ain't skeered of what we sell.
When I first started my blog, "Billy Bob's Place", it was for me. A replacement for the Walmart special notebooks I so dearly loved to write my nonsense in. To record experiences of my travels what I could later look back on an' say...."Oh I remember that". Then customers began to frequent my blog. In no time flat, my blog was no longer just for me. It was for my customers (followers). I was in business, sell'n....nonsense, humor and my lifes experiences. But like any business, when your customers dwindle and no longer pay your prices (comments), it makes ya wonder if it's time to have a "go'n out of business" sale. I can't sell Billy Bob's Place to the highest bidder 'cause I manufacture everything I sell. One man operation ya know. That's where I am today.....disgruntled an' undecided. "Perk up Billy Bob, it's winter, tomorrow the sun will shine".
Before I went to bed last night, I had decided I would be at the golf course early this morn'n to swak me up some golf'n balls. But....Boy howdy let me tell ya....a freight train roared through the camp last night. It were somewheres bout 3 oclock in the morn'n, I were sleep'n like a baby, all cozy an' warm wrap up in my little blankie, when all a sudden I hears a hell of a commotion outside....wake me slap up. Wind was blow'n a hunnert mile a hour, "da house" shak'n to an' fro.....dogs was howl'n....what the hell go'n on? It were that cold front everbody been talk'n bout. Not that it got very cold, only bout 48 degs., but them winds was something to remember. Scare hell out me until I realize it weren't no freight train at all.....just a little breeze. Damn, what a breeze.
Ok, I got that water pumped into the fresh water tank on "da house" and installed that other seat cover yesterday. Laundry is still in the basket wait'n. I've been accused of procrastinat'n a few times in my life, but that ain't really what it is. If a chore ain't press'n, it can wait till I'm ready to tackle it at another time. Folded clothes left in a basket ain't gonna get all wrinkle up. They gonna stay folded just like they are. So what's the hurry.....not press'n.
There was a time in my life when if'n I had a chore to do, I would jump right on it with both feet. That didn't always work out too well, as I had to go back and re-jump that same job.....do it right the second time. I learn long time ago, ya gotta think. Like the time I build a dog house so's the dumb dog could get out of the rain and cold. I was proud of my construction abilities as I stood back admiring my work. I pushed an' shoved and that dumb dog wouldn't fit through the too little door. "It's not a 'taco bell' chihuahua dog Billy Bob, it's a Labrador". See what I mean....ya gotta think.
Ok...enough nonsense for one day....see ya laters.
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What started out as a place to write a old time modern day diary of our lives, has turned into a business proposition. It's called a freak'n blog. We share our lives with the world on a daily basis. The good times, the bad times, humor, sadness...our thoughts. We ain't skeered of what we sell.
When I first started my blog, "Billy Bob's Place", it was for me. A replacement for the Walmart special notebooks I so dearly loved to write my nonsense in. To record experiences of my travels what I could later look back on an' say...."Oh I remember that". Then customers began to frequent my blog. In no time flat, my blog was no longer just for me. It was for my customers (followers). I was in business, sell'n....nonsense, humor and my lifes experiences. But like any business, when your customers dwindle and no longer pay your prices (comments), it makes ya wonder if it's time to have a "go'n out of business" sale. I can't sell Billy Bob's Place to the highest bidder 'cause I manufacture everything I sell. One man operation ya know. That's where I am today.....disgruntled an' undecided. "Perk up Billy Bob, it's winter, tomorrow the sun will shine".
Before I went to bed last night, I had decided I would be at the golf course early this morn'n to swak me up some golf'n balls. But....Boy howdy let me tell ya....a freight train roared through the camp last night. It were somewheres bout 3 oclock in the morn'n, I were sleep'n like a baby, all cozy an' warm wrap up in my little blankie, when all a sudden I hears a hell of a commotion outside....wake me slap up. Wind was blow'n a hunnert mile a hour, "da house" shak'n to an' fro.....dogs was howl'n....what the hell go'n on? It were that cold front everbody been talk'n bout. Not that it got very cold, only bout 48 degs., but them winds was something to remember. Scare hell out me until I realize it weren't no freight train at all.....just a little breeze. Damn, what a breeze.
Ok, I got that water pumped into the fresh water tank on "da house" and installed that other seat cover yesterday. Laundry is still in the basket wait'n. I've been accused of procrastinat'n a few times in my life, but that ain't really what it is. If a chore ain't press'n, it can wait till I'm ready to tackle it at another time. Folded clothes left in a basket ain't gonna get all wrinkle up. They gonna stay folded just like they are. So what's the hurry.....not press'n.
There was a time in my life when if'n I had a chore to do, I would jump right on it with both feet. That didn't always work out too well, as I had to go back and re-jump that same job.....do it right the second time. I learn long time ago, ya gotta think. Like the time I build a dog house so's the dumb dog could get out of the rain and cold. I was proud of my construction abilities as I stood back admiring my work. I pushed an' shoved and that dumb dog wouldn't fit through the too little door. "It's not a 'taco bell' chihuahua dog Billy Bob, it's a Labrador". See what I mean....ya gotta think.
Ok...enough nonsense for one day....see ya laters.
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