100% Susccess rate....Yee Haa!

Yes sir boy howdy, when the old Billy Bob says he gonna do something, he usually does it right. Yesterday I mentioned I might just "do nuttin" all day long. It was a total success....I did nuttin.

Ok, so I didn't do nuttin constructive yesterday. But I did spend a few hours do'n some research for a possible trip to "Cajun Country". I found a perfect Rv park in Lafayette, La......but wouldn't ya know it, they closed for remodel'n or some shit like that.

I never figgered that RV parks in Louisiana wold be so expensive. Louisiana ain't the "melt'n pot of America" ya know. What we talk'n bout here is $30 an' 35 dollar a day.....$250 a week.....$450 a month. I ain't look'n for no RV park with swim pools an' hot tubs....stuff like that. Just a plain ol' gravel park'n pad an' bout a hunnert feet from my closest neighbor.

Lafayette seems to be bout as close as I gonna come to what I'm look'n for. They got culture in Lafayette. They got live cajun jam sessions. They got cajun food. An' they got a few all American cajuns. So, anywhere within a hunnert mile (preferably much closer) of Lafayette is my destination.....maybe.

Now for the hardest part of this whole ordeal.....pack'n up an' mov'n on. I ain't got too much stuff lay'n in the yard, so that's not what I'm talk'n bout. I really don't want to go. Maybe this is the turn'n point in my life where I don't want to go nowheres any more. Maybe I'm just too damn depressed where I don't give a shit, damn care no more. Maybe I got myself accustomed to sit'n on the couch sip'n up a cup an' watch'n TV. What ever it is, I wish to hell it would get out my yard an' leave me be.

I forgot to mention my wonderful supper after a round of golf Monday. Ya see, I went back to the Mexican restaurant where I got the farts last week. This time, I hadn't even ordered a drink yet when I feel the urge. What the hell???

I have to laugh every time someone mentions I need to find me a girlfriend. That would be nice, but I ain't really expect'n any young wimmins what would want to travel cross country with the old Billy Bob. Not for more than a couple days anyhows. I'm rough around the edges, a bit on the grumpy side from time to time an' I knows how to cuss like a true blooded American redneck. I suppose you could say I'm a little different.

The weather has warm up pretty good here in south Texas. Been run'n the a/c every day. Yes I cleaned the filter. The winds have slowed down to a comfortable breeze.....ain't no rain to speak of. Although we did get a little sprinkle shower last night.

About the dishes. Yes it's that time again. Damn them dishes......where they all come from?

Hot damn....did ya watch the Voice last night? I got so excitis I turn the surround sound loud as it would go. That little 16 year old is a "star". But she weren't the only one. My God, holy crap....these people got some talent.

Ok, I'm done. Got things to do ya know.  

Work'n hard at do'n nuttin

I hit a golf ball almost a mile yesterday. When I finally found the ball, I was still 300 yards from the green. I also hit a golf ball in the water. Stupit ball!!!

Other than the above, I had a very enjoyable afternoon yesterday. My drives were short of my anticipated driving distance, but as everbody know, I get to hit that damn little white ball again. Old farts golf is the same as professional golfers. Like what ya see on TV on the week ends. We play by the same rules. So why the hell ain't "we" on TV for a record number of balls "we" hit in the water or a record number of trees "we" hit in a single round??? I hit balls in the water an' I hit trees....I should be on TV. Golf should cost 5 cents.

I still ain't no further along with the Louisiana research project. I just can't seem to get excitis bout hook'n up "that jeep" to the back of "da house" an' driv'n a few hunnert miles just to listen to cajun music. I'm thinkn, no matter where I go, I'm gonna do exactly what I do now....nuttin. Not that "do'n nuttin" ain't excit'n.

I used to think "do'n nuttin" was just a easy way to be lazy. But it ain't like that at all. Do'n nuttin takes a lot of plan'n an' preparation. You know what I'm talk'n bout.....before ya can go sit on the couch an' do nuttin, ya got some chores ya gotta do first. Like ya gotta clean the couch off so's there room to lay down if'n a nap is necessary. That big ol' bag of trash has got to be toted to the dumpster. Dishes to wash up. Sweep the floor. Stuff like that ya know. Yup.....do'n nuttin is a all day affair. I think today I'll just "do nuttin".

If'n I was a few years younger, I might believe that old age only slows ya down. But I ain't a few years younger. Old age has put a "stop" to 90% of the things I used to do. You don't see me out there in the yard dig'n holes with a shovel do ya? Ya don't see me down there at the local dance hall whip'n it up with the young wimmins. That kinda stuff stopped a long time ago....bout the time I got too old. "Are ya whin'n bout be'n old again Billy Bob"? Ya damn right I am. This shit sucks. An' don't let nobody tell ya it don't.

Have any of ya been watch'n "The Voice"? Well, the old Billy Bob has an' I mean to tell ya, America has got some talented kids out there. I done got my sights set on two of 'em. They winners in my book. A little 16 years old country singer an' a little lady wear'n glasses what has got more energy than the law allows. Outstand'n performances. If'n I knowed how to operate a cell phone, I would vote for both of 'em. 

Speak'n of cell phones, I'm still use'n the same one I got way back in '03. It takes care of all my needs....talk to somebody. They got cell phones now days what all ya gotta do is think bout something an' that thing come alive.....do all kind of stuff. I hear ya can even take pictures with 'em. They come in all shapes an' forms from the size of a pack of smokes all the ways up to a mid size suitcase. What's next???

Ok, I ain't got nuttin to talk about. I'm out of here....got things to do ya know. Laters.

Research is hard work

Oh no, it's Monday again. And a beautiful Monday if'n I do say so myself. 64 degs an' the the sun is shin'n all over the place. Bet ya ain't never gonna guess what the old Billy Bob is got on his mind. No I ain't gonna be fix'n stuff. I'm think'n more long the lines of golf ball swak'n. But ya probly already knowed that.

Boy howdy, research is hard work. Have ya ever Google something an' then go clickity click click on everthing what pops up? I been research'n a trip to Louisiana ya know. Well I been research'n for one day anyhows. I ain't no closer to find'n "cajun music" in Louisiana then I was when I started. By the ways....I Google places an' stuff people tell me bout in the comments section. So, if'n you been to Louisiana and had more fun than ya ever have in your life, tell me bout it in the comments.

I rekon I should make myself clear when I talk bout cajun music. What I'm talk'n bout is what ya hear down in the bayous. Fiddles, cajun accordions, mandolins, geetars, washboards....stuff like that. Did you know Eddie Raven is a excellent cajun singer? I remember the first time I hear cajun music. It was on the Grand ol' Operie way back in the 50's. Does Ragin' Cajun sound familiar....or something like that? Hot damn, I were hooked. Now I'm almost 72 year old an' my blood still runs red. My feets still tap to the rhythm.....(ya didn't think I know how to spell that did ya). Thanks to spell check. Music kind of makes me feel young again. Chase "hot mama" wimmins, go dan'n, drink sum beer, frolic on the beach....walker races, stuff like that.

I were sit'n there on the couch. "What the hell, there water run'n out the ceiling". No it ain't rain'n. Ya see, it got quite warm yesterday, so's I turn on the a/c. That what it were...the damn thing done freeze up. A big block of ice up there drip'n water down on the floor. "The filter Billy Bob. Ya gotta clean the filter". Whoooee, that sucker is some kind of dirty. And I just clean it not long ago....bout last year sometime when I was over there in Georgia fix'n stuff. Don't ya just hate do'n maintenance?

Speak'n of maintenance, I been put'n off a simple 5 minute chore for over two months now. Check the water in the batteries. That don't seem to important does it? Well, I just spend almost $600 for new batteries, so yes, it's very important. Batteries don't work too good without water. It also runes (ruins) them...warps the plates...stuff like that.   

Ok, I'm think'n a "sit on da porch, sip'n up a cup" is in order. I got me some think'n to do.

Sadie May says....."bark, bark, woof, woof, woof"

Dog with no name, New Orleans an' Alice"

While we're on the subject of Louisiana and cajun music, did I ever tell ya bout the time?

Me an' my "dawg with no name" was headed for Atlanta Georgia in "Alice". You remember "Alice" right? My first motorhome?

 Anyhows, before leav'n south Texas, BIL Abraham, proud owner of "El Rancho Abraham RV Resort & Goat Farm" give me a dog.

Nephew Joseph had brung this "dawg with no name" from Baton Rouge to south Texas, stuck him in a cage an' that was it. Poor dog ain't never go nowhere. Just sit in that cage all day. I took me a like'n to that dog, so's BIL give him to me. I toted that dog with me everwhere I went for bout 4 years an' close to 30,000 miles. But he didn't have no name.

We stopped in New Orleans, me an' that dog.....just look'n at stuff ya know. I spyed this open front curbside bar called Boudreaux's Backyard.

 What a better name for a "coon ass" dog than Boudreaux?

Boudreaux all dress up in his Sunday go to meet'ns walked the streets of New Orleans proudly, right long side his companion Billy Bob, all dress up in shorts, tee an' flip flops. We was winder shop'n ya know. At one store front, the owner see I got Boudreaux on a leash says....."come inside, look around....50% off". Yeah right, boy howdy...Boudreaux was piss'n on everthing. We was politely asked to leave...right now. 

I like Louisiana, alligators, country folk, cajun music, swamps an' stuff like that. But I always been in a hurry ever time I go through Louisiana. Don't stop for nuttin but gas an' some bread an' balony. If'n there was a rose to smell, I never knowed it. Poooof, Louisiana gone....just like that.

All the comments bout cajun country has got me all excitis. Thanks to everbody who commented. Now I'm want'n to go back an' see what I missed all them times I traveled that way.
Oh yeah, did I tell ya bout the time I was way down south in Houma, Louisiana?  Tak'n the back roads, if'n ya know what I mean, headed east on US-90 to New Orleans. That's the area where "Old Fool" lived ya know. We runs into one the worstest thunder storms I ever see in my whole life. Big ol' lightning bolts an' thunder boom'n right in front me. Rain com'n down so hard ya cain't see nuttin. An I'm go'n bout a hunnert mile a hour. Skeer hell slap out me. So's I pull off the highway into a little patch of gravel....right next to a barb wire fence. KABOOOM, a bolt of lightning strik that damn fence. Skeer hell slap out me. That fence wire is got steam com'n off'n it. What the hell??? Fences don't steam.

Now I ain't say'n I'm gonna pack up an' head for Louisiana here in the next few days just 'cause I'm a bit excitis. But I am gonna be think'n bout it. I'll be do'n me some research on the subject here shortly.

Speak'n of music, mariachi is probly my second choice of "loud" music. I crank up the volume....yeah boy howdy. If'n I got me some cajun an' mariachi, ain't nobody gonna sleep.

Ok....I got things to do....laters.

Memories....poooof, gone, just like that

continued......
After removing all the doors, chop'n the top off, installing a home recliner in place of a back seat, we had built a perfect "brush hog" 2 wheel drive redneck sand buggy that would go places a Jeep couldn't go. And that cop car what was chas'n us.
Now you know the rest of the story.

I've been work'n on the recovery of my childhood memories. Now I know why I started this blog in the first place....I was los'n my memory. When I sit down to write some strung out humorous tale from my past, I can't seem to remember those days no more. That's when I have to resort to a few old notebooks and past blogs when my memory was still intact. If'n you're gonna lose something, don't let it be memories.

One day my grandkids is gonna ask....."Who was grandpa"? "What did he contribute to the world"? "Was grandpa real"?  By that time, Blogger will be a thing of the past and all records of "the life an' times of Billy Bob" will be lost and long forgotten. Billy Bob never existed.

That's what part of today's blog is about, the preservation of records. In the past I have spoken about "saving" blogs to my computer. I have found a way to do that, but not sure if'n the saved files will work on another computer (somebody elses computer). That's a test I have not yet done. Actually, I don't know how neither. Maybe someone else has an' can direct the old Billy Bob in the right direction.
Note to self: Save a blog file to a memory stick and try it on the other computer.

I suppose the last of the cold fronts are gone now. This last one was a doozy, or what ever ya wanna call it, with high winds and cold night time temps. Today is absolutely beautiful. Would be a perfect day for do'n something outside. Like swak'n up some golf balls or jump'n on the "billy bike". I don't play golf on week ends, so that's out. The "billy bike" has issues, so that's out. Ya see, when the wind blowed the "billy bike" over, it hit a propane bottle an' bend one the brake operator thingys. The freak'n wheel won't turn. And the chain is all rusty from the salt air in the coastal bend. How the hell can something break just sit'n there?

OK, how the hell do ya get to the other side of Houston? You think I'm kid'n don't ya???.....but if'n ya ain't never drive through Houston, ya can't get there from here. Not in one day anyhows. The only straight route I see is to go to Louisiana, turn around, an' go north. Maybe turn south in St Louis.

Speak'n of Louisiana, the other day I was watch'n TV. Hot damn, it was a program bout Cajun an' zydeco music, what everbody know is the old Billy Bob's favorite music. Crank that shit loud as can be an' zone out. Foot stomp'n, knee slap'n....Yeee Haw!!!! But anyhows, I got to think'n. What better place to listen to cajun music than Louisana? I bet ya a buck I could find me a camp'n place in Louisiana, eat me up some awe-thentic Cajun foods, drink up some that strong ass chicory coffee an' listen to cajun music to my hearts content. I done been to New Orleans bout 4 times, so that's out. Open to suggestions.

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

Still dream'n

I don't feel no better today than I did yesterday, but I'm gonna write something anyhows.

Ya see, here's what I been talk'n bout. Some time dur'n the night I hear a loud commotion. I wake up. The freak'n wind is blow'n a hunnert mile a hour. My "billy bike" is lay'n on it's side....knock some shit crap stuff down. How comes? Well, it's another damn cold front, that what it is. I mean, this crap has been go'n on for months now....wind, snow, rain, flood'n....all over the place. I can't go to Colorado 'cause they got a foot of snow yesterday. The east coast is feel'n the end results of the front that was here just a few days ago. I'm stuck here in Sinton, Texas.

But to be on the serious side, I have been think'n for quite some time that maybe it's time for the old Billy Bob to hang it all up. Shoot, I done did most everthing I ever wanted to do. Traveled all over the southern part of the US from the east coast to the west coast. I'm think'n it's bout time for a new adventure. Now I ain't say'n that I don't like my free lifestyle or nuttin like that. It just has to change to something that excites me. As of this writing, I'm not excited bout nuttin.

You all know how much I like to build stuff, or to modify something already built. My last dream is to build my "RV shelter".

 But before I can build a RV shelter, I got to find a place to build it. Hee hee hee, wouldn't a nice little piece of property right on a big ol' lake be a perfect place? Maybe this dream is unobtainable, but it don't stop me from dream'n. "To let a dream die is to die inside"....by Billy Bob.

I attempted to make a list yesterday of all the possibilities of a "home base". The list was short. The cons outweighed the pros. All were eliminated except for one....the Corpus Christi area, what had only 2 cons......salt air and wind. It has everthing I could ever want....15 Walmarts, cheap smokes, my bank an' my post office is right across the ferry in Port Aransas, cheap camp'n at "El Rancho Abraham", eat 'em up places on every corner, moderate temps.....what more could ya want? Oh yeah, an' the fish'n is excellent too. Corpus Christi also covers my needs too. Bout a hunnert hospitals within walk'n distance....if'n you're a walker, an' all the doctors I would ever need. Who the hell goes to doctors??? They there if needed though.

I like the suggestion of a visit to the Houston area. I been think'n bout that myself....go visit Dizzy Dick an' give him some "prospect'n" books I no longer have a use for. I don't think he does either, but he would love the "dream'n" part. I can just see it now....sit'n outside on Hermit Jim's patio sip'n up a cup with me, Dizzy an' Jim tell'n lies an' stuff at each other. That would be nice.

Ok, I got things to do. Have a good'ern. Laters.

The sky is fall'n

There wasn't going to be a post today, but here goes nuttin.

Lately I've been ask'n myself if it's time to "pack 'em up" and move to the back country. Put "Sally da house" up on blocks an' live the rest of my life as a damned old hermit. Eat bugs an' roots....stuff like that.

It's been on my mind for a few years now to do just that. Not eat bugs though. I'm tired. I'm old an' I just don't have the ambition anymore.

When I turned the dreaded 70 year old, I knowed my life was gonna change. Not for the better. I've worn my body slap out do'n stuff it weren't intended to do. I've worn my feeble mind out think'n bout stuff a mind ain't supposed to think of. Every pass'n day my memory fades further into the dumpster....dang, cain't remember nuttin.

As far as blogg'n, I'm to the point where I don't even care no more. The old age thingy has knock hell out of my humor.....and of course, I don't do nuttin no more that's blog worthy. So I'll be writing shorter an' less often.

If I feel better bout myself tomorrow, I'll write about it. Laters.