My god, it's cold outside

I made a big mistake. I write way too much stuff about myself when I should be writing bout other stuff. You know, research some stuff on the internet, cut an' paste it for a blog post....make everybody happy kind of stuff.
Hee hee hee, I'm just gosh'n wit ya. I'm gonna continue to write bout myself an' if'n I don't get no comments, so be it.

Yes I'm get'n older an' the older I get, the more grumpy an' grouchy I'm gonna get. I made a post bout this one time.....bout get'n old an' grouchy. As I was grow'n up, I always looked at old people as grumpy an' grouchy. Just weren't no way to make 'em happy. I would see them sit'n in a rock'n chair on the porch observing the go'n on's around them....with long faces. Just sit'n there. Await'n the chance to "holler" at someone. "Git off my land", "shut up ya little bastard", "turn that damn racket music down"....stuff like that. That was my expectation of anybody that passed the age of 60 or 70 year old. I wasn't very far off.

So what happens when ya get older? Ya done lived a pretty good life....ya learned a lot. You was successful. Ya made a good liv'n, live in a big ol' house, brand new cars sit'n in the driveway, got hunnerts of crisp dollars in the bank. Then you retire. Ain't never gonna work again. Well hell, I'm just gonna go sit on the porch an' observe how the new generation deals with life. "Hey, that ain't the way ya do that". Ya start cuss'n 'cause the neighbor kids cut across your well maintained yard.....on motor bikes. Ya holler at the news paper guy 'cause he don't throw the paper where ya want it. Ya raise hell with your neighbor 'cause his dog barks all day long. In no time at all, you become a "grumpy an' grouchy old man".  

Now everbody ain't like that. They don't show how they feel when somebody goes against their grain....their way of think'n. Just sit there with a smile an' say...."howdy, have a nice day". But I betcha a dollar that ain't what they think'n.

Today is very cold. 35 degs if'n ya want to know. I had planned to make a run to Walmart today. Get my meds refilled an' maybe buy a new microwave. But I ain't gonna. Cold weather hurts me when I get out in it. My joints hurt, don't know if'n I still get any toes....it's misery I'm tell'n ya, misery. An' misery make me get all "grumpy an' grouchy".

When I lived in West Virginia, it got really really cold there. In the minus numbers every winter. Where was Billy Bob? He was out there play'n in that stuff. Throw'n snowballs, slid'n down hills on sheets of plastic an' sleds go'n a hunnert mile a hour. I worked outside in that stuff. Drove a old VW bus. Scrape ice off'n the inside of the winders (VW heaters do not work under 50 degs). Did I complain? Well hell no, I was young an' dumb.

Oh, did I ever tell ya bout the time....it snowed over night. The temp was down to -10 degs. I had to go fix a nonworking heater. I goes down to the VW bus, scrape snow an' ice off the winders, grabs holt to the door handle....the door is froze shut. I pulls an' pulls. It don't move. So's I rare back an' give it a gentle kick with my foot. Still don't open. Now I'm get'n really cold an' highly pissed. I kick the shit out that door....bout ten times. It opens. My right big toe is in severe pain. Did I break it? Apparently not, but it did swell up for a couple days. That was 35 years ago. Today that toe has got a big lump on it at the joint an' it hurt like hell. This is one reason I can't wear shoes.

Ok, I'm done for the day. See ya laters. 

Cold??? You betcha!!!

Today is another day. Things have changed. It don't look so good.

Ya see, we had another cold front come through yesterday an' that front brought forth winds and cold temps. 34 degs last night, 39 degs as I type.

I was sit'n there on the couch mind'n my own business, look'n out the winder, watch'n the road for the UPS truck. I dozed off. There was a knock at my door. It was nephew Frank tote'n this big ol' heavy box. Out of curiosity, I open it up. A brand spank'n new Blue Ox tow bar bracket comes into my view. Part # BX1115.

Installation is now a waiting game of the cold weather to leave the area.

Last night I eat me up two homemade taco thingys. Didn't look or taste anything like Taco Bell....or anywheres close. In fact, they sucked. An hour later I was sick. A good puke take care of that. An' then I lay back think'n of well knowed names in my life. They weren't there......they was gone....pooof, just like that. I try other names......grandkids, daughter in laws, old friends...they was all gone too. Now I know that the older ya get, the more ya forget things, but this memory loss just ain't right. I'm a bit worried bout this.

Speak'n of diet, mine ain't work'n worth a crap. But then, I don't diet like other people do. I just stop eat'n two an' three times a day. Cut it down to one small meal a day an' let my body live off'n my swelled up belly fat. Snack a few crackers a few times a day to kill the hunger pangs. I'm still unable to button my pants after two weeks of diet, but I do believe I've lost a inch. But the loss of nutritious food has cost me in other ways. Will be re-evaluating my diet plan in the com'n days.

Oh crap, another month has passed me by. I'm out of meds again. That means a trip to Walmart. Grrrrrrrr, I don't want to go.

Speak'n of meds.....I'm think'n Obamacare has really mess things up. Not only for the younger people, but for us retirees too. Ya see, my medical insurance company won't pay for my lung medication no more (Advair) 'cause it cost too much. But they did suggest two other medications they will pay for. Both are much cheaper than Advair. I see this as a attempt by the insurance companys to regulate my health care....even though my doctor prescribes what he thinks is best for my health. 

For years I have been tell'n people bout vitamin 'C' an' it's ability to rid your body of infectious germs what lead to the flu, the common cold an' lung related stuff like that. But nobody listen to me. I been close to 15 or 18 years with no flu's or colds. All 'cause I saturate my body with vitamin 'C'.....mega dose them suckers.
Now I did catch me a dose of pneumonia back in Dec. 2000, but that was 'cause I was work'n up under the house in 20 degs weather fix'n frozed water pipes. I was sop'n wet from head to foot. I immediately got on mega dose vitamin 'C' an' in 5 days I was good as new.



 

  


 

No golf on a beautiful day.

I made a decision last night. Only to make another decision this morning to forget all bout the first decision from last night. In other words, last nights decision is over there in the trash can. I changed my freak'n mind.

I rolled out of bed a bit early this morn'n. Not 'cause I was want'n to, but I had me a slight bladder problem. That sucker was plumb full an' needed to be drained immediately. Old folks say stuff like that ya know. In fact, old folks gonna tell ya all there is to know bout every kind of ache an' pain, hair loss, bumps an' bruises, pain pills an' medications....stuff like that. Git used to it.

Anyhows, it was beautiful outside. Sun was shin'n, not much wind, an' it was a mite warm....bout 60 degs or so. A perfect golf swak'n day....I left the door wide open. Weren't but bout a half cup of coffee, a great big ol' gust of wind blowed that door slap shut. BaaaBammmm!!!!....skeered the hell out me. So much for a golf game, a new front hits "El Rancho Abraham". Blow'n like hell now an' a bit chilly. Oh wait, sunshine is back out....but windy. NO it ain't. YES it is.

Friend an' feller RV'er Karen (USA big backyard) send me a photo she took a few years ago (think'n 2010) at the "slabs" in southern Ca. We was camped within a stone throw each other an' shared many campfires together. Gived me a quart of pickled beets one time too. Damn them was some good beets. Anyhows, here's the pic she took of the old Billy Bob an' Sadie Mae.

Thank ya much Karen. *I rekon I owe her one now*. Nuttin is free in this world ya know.

As promised, but almost forgotten, here is a pic of that damn goat. In "da house" no less.

Nephew Joseph says I can have that goat if'n I want. Think'n he would make a perfect pet to travel all over the country. I can see it now....."walk'n the goat". Of course, I would have to have a dedicated travel companion to clean up all the little goat poop pellets an' change his diaper bout 4 times a day.

Yesterday was warm enough to go outside. I grabs a hand full of tools an' a electric meter. Open the hood on "Sally da house" an' look that battery control center dead in the eye. I gonna fix this sucker. Note to the uninformed: I only fix stuff that is broke, as in....I can see the break plain as day. I unhooks bout a gazillion plug in thingys an' wires. Removed that circuit board an' put it in my hands where I can inspect it real good up close. I don't see "nuttin", not a damn thing that's broke. Look like brand spank'n new. Ain't nuttin left to do but clean all the contacts, check all the hunnert fuses an' put it all back together. Damn thing still don't work....alternator that is. I ain't fixed nuttin. Three hours slap wasted. "Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"? Well shoot, I'm gonna start all over....trace that big ol' #4 alternator wire. See where it go an' what controls it. Note to the uninformed: The alternator voltage is 14.45 volts engine run'n. The battery voltage is like 12.70 volts.....what should show the same voltage as the alternator. *Scratch'n my head an' think'n* Betcha a dollar I gonna be spend'n $200 plus dollar on a new circuit board. 

In other news around Billy Bob's Place, I let some air out my mattress last night. Ya see, every morn'n when I wake up, my right hip ain't no good, an' it hurt like hell. Stumble round "da house" for a hour or more before the pain subsides. With the slightly deflated mattress, I waked up to a slightly better feel'n hip this morn'n. What ya think bout them apples? I ain't stumbled yet.

Oh, did I tell ya bout my microwave? Sucker is on it's last leg. Have to slam the door closed 2 or 3 times before it will micro. I'm talk'n "slam" hard. Break stuff slam hard. Fount one at Walmart a while back, but had too much groceries in my cart for it to fit. Plus it was heavy. Used to be I would pick up a microwave with one hand, throw that sucker on my shoulder an' go to the check out. Them days are gone.....pooof, just like that.

Snow an' Sadie Mae

Ok, here's the deal. I got on the internet yesterday an' order that tow bar bracket. Along with the wiring kit. My god, I done spend enough $$$$$ to go all the ways to California an' back. Did you know Amazon is charg'n sales tax now? Dirty bastards. What a bummer. Anyways, estimated day of arrival is Wednesday instead of Friday or Tuesday of next week. How they do that?
Not that it really matters what day it gets here, the weather determines the day of installation. An' that ain't look'n good neither.

I seen many winters in my lifetime an' this is by far NOT the worstest I seen.

I 'member when I was just a tyke in the first grade, us kids had to walk 3 1/2 mile to school in bout two feets of fresh fallen snow. "Moms" would dress me up in a bright red snow suit. Funny how after all these years, I can still remember that red snow suit. We would take off across the yard an' then through the corn field an' come out where the road meet up with the little creek. Short cut ya know. Onest we hit the road, we followed it for bout half a mile or so where we cut off across the neighbors farms an' come out right across the road from the school house. We was froze half to death by the time we get there. For a six year old, this was a adventure. Then that teacher would make us boys stick our hands in a bucket of cold water to thaw 'em out....something bout hot water would make our fingers fall slap off. Yes I believed that kind of stuff. I also believed in trolls up under bridges, fire eat'n dragons an' the devil what stick his pitchfork in little boys. Thanks older boys, I lived half my life in fear.

At six year old, I weren't very tall. Probly somewheres bout 3 1/2 feets....or less. Fall down in a snow drift, Billy Bob is gone.....pooof, just like that. Nuttin stick'n out but a head, leg or arm. In that first year of walk'n to school, I was lost in snow drifts, stinged by a herd of yellerjackets, fall out pear an' apple trees, chase by frick'n cows, fall in the creek a couple time......you know what I'm talk'n bout.
So no, this winter is not all that bad. Of course I don't live in Missouri no more.

Sadie Mae follow me all over the animal shelter yard. I sit down to look over all them little abandoned dogs an' there was Sadie Mae sit'n right next to me wag'n her tail. I chose her out of bout 40 other little dogs, even though she was a she. Never have me a she dog before. I do all the paper work an' stuff an' throws Sadie Mae in the front seat. She all excitis an' stuff. Get back to "el Rancho Abraham" an' turn her loose. All over the yard she go....run'n an' jump'n. Then I brews me up some coffee, sit down in my easy chair to sip up a cup. Sadie Mae sit'n right under my ass in that easy chair. That where she been for the last 9 years. She don't do nuttin. She don't have no toys. If she did, they would just lay there. Won't play with a ball. Won't go fetch a stick. She won't do nuttin. Well, maybe chase a cat once in a while. Sadie Mae loves her cats. Betcha a dollar if'n she catched one she wouldn't chase cats no more. This dog ain't right.

Gald darn Google....piss me off....GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

A chilly cold day in paradise....paradise, HA right

Oh my god....that soup.

I don't rekon I got to go into details bout that soup I brewed up yesterday, but that shit is sum kind of gooooddd. Or something like that.  Be eat'n on it for the next three days. Yum boy howdy.

Yep, you're right, Billy Bob sat his ass in "da house" all day yesterday.  It was freak'n cold out there after that front what struck with a vengeance. Got the freak'n dirty dishes all warsh up though. Ain't look'n no better for the rest of the week neither. Ain't nuttin predicted but cold weather. Won't be play'n no golf ball swak'n games this week.....unless.

Ok, here's the deal. If'n I had ordered that tow bar bracket last week, it would be here today. But I didn't....like a dumb ass. Why do I do stuff like that? So today, I plan to order the damn thing. Maybe even the wiring harness kit. That's a extra $50 bucks, but probly worth every penny of it. Won't know how to act with out them magnetic tail lights sit'n up there on top. Them magnetic tail lights have their advantage though when you're look'n for your car in a Walmart park'n lot. Stick out like a sore thumb. A spare tire up there helps too. Redneck ya say??? I ain't never lost my car since I put them lights an' spare tire up there......so there.

Remember my little "red bronco II"? Well I lost it one time. I pulls into a Walmart park'n lot, git out an' go inside. Got me a great big ol' load of groceries....."where the hell is my car"? "Think Billy Bob, where did you park"? I push that big load of groceries all over that park'n lot. No little red bronco. Somebody must'a stealed it. I head back to the Walmart store....gonna call the cops. Gonna put somebody in jail. "Oh, there it is", right over there where I park it.

Speak'n of recent photos of Sadie May. Why? This dog looks the same today as she did 9 years ago when I first get her. She's not photogenic. Not at all. All ya see in a big blob of black. Cain't even tell if'n it's a dog or a big ol' cat. But here goes....a recent photo of Sadie Mae.

Well shoot, that my Sadie Mae. Pretty good look'n photo of her don't ya think?. Her purdy, yeah her are.

Somehows, this remind me of the old ugly dog we have on the farm. All he do is lay under that tree out there in the yard an' sleep all day. I sneeks out the front door an' real quiet like, climbs up in that tree. *think'n rodeo star here....bull dog'n*. I jumps slap square in the middle that sleep'n dog. Holy shit, that damn ugly dog bite the hell out me. Stupit dog!!!

Ok, one more. Ya gotta hear this one. My cat was do'n what cats do....sleep. He was over there on the couch. I gets down on all fours an' sneeks up on that cat.....quiet like a mouse ya know. He don't hear no evil an' he don't see no evil. I raises my head up, bout 4 inch from that cat an' bark like a big ol' ferocious pit bull. Cat come slap alive out a dead sleep....all puff up an' hissss'n stuff. He beat hell out the top my head afore I know what happen. Big ol' scratches an' gouges.....shit like that. Stupit cat!!~!!

Ok, I'm done. Got stuff to do.

Stuck in Sinton

I were just sit'n here mind'n my own business, door wide open enjoy'n 70 degs outside tamp com'n in "da house". BaaaBaaaam like a shotgun, the freak'n wind blowed my door slap closed. Skeered the hell out me....thought I was shot. The temp start to fall. In less than a hour, it's 52 degs out there an' some of it is in "da house". Supposed to get down to bout 35 tonight. Long sleeve shirt....turn electric heaters on. What the hell???

I been think'n for some time bout what I gonna do when I can't take care of myself no more. I got me 7 kids I could go park in their front yard an' let them take care of me. But shoot, that ain't what I want to do. I 'member when I had to take care of my daddy an' it weren't no fun. Drive backards an' forth between Port Aransas an' San Antonio (235 mile one way) every weekend. One weekend I pulls in the yard, walks inside an' here sits dad with a long ass "work list" in his hand. I looks at the list.....holy crap, "ya hire people to do this kind of stuff". The kids got enough to deal with without hav'n to take care of a....."a what Billy Bob"? I really don't want somebody to take care of me, just somewheres where there's somebody close if'n I need help. Know what I mean Vern?   

Boy howdy, my blog posts sure has fall down on the job. I'm miss'n something somewheres. I cain't think of something interest'n to write about. I thought writ'n bout my past would be a good subject, but shoot, I didn't even get started an' there's no interest. I do this for you too ya know. "Pictures Billy Bob, everbody wants pictures....lot's of pictures".  I ain't got no new pictures.

Speak'n of work lists, mine ain't get'n no shorter. Even with the help of nephew Joseph, I still have a ton of work to do. The new Jeep added to the list. The house water pump is still broke....or what ever. I ain't even look at it yet. The alternator still don't charge. Them are the major jobs to fix before I can go catch me up a 14 pounds bass. Did I mention I still got to transfer bout a hunnert pounds of stuff from "that jeep" to the "billy jeep"? I'm freak'n stuck in Sinton, Texas.

That's it for the day. I need to cook something....anything. I'm starv'n slap to death. Hmmmmm, "Billy Bob chicken tater noodle vegetable soup".

Coming along nicely.....

Cain't believe I said that....old posts

Just for fun today......old silly stuff I said.

*Jist in case some you new folks don't have the slightest what I'm talk'n bout.....old Billy Bob ain't got no home....no place to live....lives on the street.....begg'n for food....worn out clothes....ain't got no money in his pockets....lost in a tangled world of misfits. Hehehehe....don't ya just love being retired?*

* Did I ever tell ya bout the time....I were sew'n golf cart covers so's we could play golf in the snow....or what ever. Needles was a break'n, of course I were cuss'n, the dogs headed for safer grounds...outside in the cold, and my blood pressure went so high, I had'a go see the doctor.
He says, "do you have any stress in your life"??? LOLOLOLOL....hahahaha.....stress???? Have ya ever see an old man try to sew with a sew machine? Ain't no pretty picture.*

* Ok, I didn't have food poisoning....Sheesh!!! What I had was a bad case of "funnel cake" squirts....or something like that.*

*Old Billy Bob woke up this morn'n think'n...."what ya gonna do today Mr Excitement"??? Two hours later and the only thing I came up with was.....how the hell ya gonna get that sticky burned marshmaller crap out that pan???*

* Got up again this morning, not know'n for sure what day it is....think'n it were Monday. But then I got to think'n, I didn't eat crawfish jambalaya yesterday, so's this has to be Sunday.*

*Well shoot....good thing I didn't decide to take off, all my clothes, git neekid and go swim'n.*

* "Poosh it Billy Bob"....what we did.....bout 30 mile a hour. Up the street bam'n and boom'n.....gasoline and flames shoot'n 3 feets in the air. Then it catched a fire. A BIG fire. People was gather'n and shout'n stuff.* ( we was mechanics ya know)

Ok, I'm done with that nonsense. I could be do'n something constructive.
Ya see, yesterday I was look'n for "the hand" post for Gypsy. By midnight I still ain't find it, but I sure did have a grand time read'n stuff I used to write. I laugh so hard that damn goat run off. Sadie Mae look at me like "what the hell"?

All that time yesterday read'n my old blog posts got me to think'n. I've already told most my life story, there ain't no sense in do'n it again. All ya gotta do is go back an' read. You will be glad ya did.

Freak'n Google piss me off.....update you sucker...grrrrrrrrr