Possible work day

Here it is Sunday morn'n already. Where has the week gone?

I paid dearly for pick'n up that microwave. No, it weren't all that heavy....cheap ain't heavy ya know, but put'n that sucker into my cart an' then hav'n to take it back out to place in the "billy jeep" was just too much. You got to remember, I used to carry a hunnert pounds in one hand. Them days are long gone.

Nephew Frank helped me install the microwave. He did the pick'n up. I did the tell'n him how to do it.

The fit ain't perfect, but nobody gonna know it but me.

Ok, back to hav'n a bad night. It was 1:30am before I finally got to bed. I lay there on the couch watch'n stuff I had no interest in at all. TV in 2014 sucks. My back an' hip feel like hell. I waked up at 6:15 this morn'n, no better off in the pain department. In fact, it was the pain what waked me up. Pain an' them bastard backwards leg cramps radiat'n down my legs. I was also quite grouchy an' grumpy when I got up.

So here I sit, a cup of coffee in one hand, a smoke in the other an' a couple 500 mg. aspirin do'n their thing. It's still too early for the sunshine an' temps to get higher. I need to go outside....this sucks.  Oh, did I mention there is a couple more "cool" days in the forecast....an' a few buckets full of rain water?
This is why I have no plans in my mind for "hit'n the road" any time soon.

Checked the Falcon lake fish'n report. It ain't look'n too good. Water temps are in the 50's, what bass don't like at all. Very few fish are being caught. I'm think'n I should just go buy me a bulldozer.

If we get the "billy jeep" tore apart today, I'll update an' show you some pics. I'm think'n there's a possibility the "billy jeep" could easily turn into a "that jeep". Find'n some broke stuff an' that whine noise. Oh, did I fail to mention, the emergency brake don't work? What the hell, I thought I bought a brand spank'n new Jeep.

Updated....A warmer day.....almost

Where has this morning gone? My god, it's 10am already an' I ain't done a thing. Well, I had'nt planned on doing a thing this early anyhows. Read blogs, Facebook an' news are a priority.

I was sit'n over there on the couch last night. Weren't a thing on the TV I was want'n to see, so I turn the sucker slap off. Which led to a period of some serious think'n. What am I gonna do???

Well I got problems ya know. Broke stuff. One being a major problem. I ain't never head off down the nations highways with the alternator not charging the batteries. That would be kind of silly don't ya think? Anyhows, I sit there an' thinked the situation over....."why don't my alternator charge my batteries"? Wrote down a list of "tests" to do to the system. A long list. Research on the internet was of no help. Come on sunshine an' warm weather, help me out here.....I got test'n to do.

My plans for today was to go outside. Fix some stuff. The weather forecast calls for a nice day. Well guess what? Everything is wet out there. It's still a bit too cool to be out there (49 degs). There ain't no sunshine. That leaves but only one thing to do.....Walmart.

Well, I ain't got no Walmart shop'n list. I don't need nuttin but my meds....been out for two days now. But I feel fine. Or at least I think I feel fine. Ya see, when ya get cooped up in "da house" for a long period of time, ya don't know if'n ya feel fine or not. You sure as hell ain't gonna find me sit'n outside in my easy chair, sip'n up a cup an' think'n, when it's 30 or so degs out there. I been called crazy many times in my life, but I sure as hell ain't no idiot. You do understand what I'm talk'n bout....right?

Yesterday I mentioned old folks an' get'n grouchy. One commenter disagreed with my analysis that when ya get older, ya get grumpy an' grouchy. Of course he based his assumption on less then 10% of the population. I fully agree with him on that 10% number, but the other 90%...yup, they be old grumpy an' grouchy people. Here is a plain spoken example of what I was talk'n bout. http://www.spokesman.com/stories/2013/aug/05/were-grumpy-for-a-reason/ 

Ok, it's get'n later an' I still ain't done a thing. I'm out of here for the day. Laters.
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Small update:
Ok, I was sit'n here an' got to think'n....bout that alternator. I turns on the key....show something like 13.4 volts on the dash voltage thingy....coming from the batteries, converter an' solar panels. I cranks up the engine. Voltage goes up to bout 13.8 volts (should be bout 14.4 plus volts) and the solar controller amperage drops bout half a amp (from 3.3 amps to 2.8 amps). This is a indication that the alternator is putting some "charge" into the battery system. But it's the first time I have seen the voltage that low with the engine run'n. I'm figger'n that a fresh pot of coffee an' more think'n is necessary.

Ok...Walmart. I had the choice of two Jeeps for the trip. One, "that jeep", being legal, an' the other, "billy jeep", being illegal. I took "billy jeep". "What the hell is that whine noise"?
I got to Walmart an' drop off my med thingys for refill....."come back after 4pm" the nice lady says. Well crap, another trip to Walmart. Then I go look at microwaves. They all a bit too wide to fit in the hole (20 inch). Oh wait, lookie here....a West Bend 900 watt with a inch to spare each side. That the one I bought. Anybody ask' I'll just tell 'em those spaces on the sides are for ventilation. Or I could break out a roll of duck tape.

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.