A couple old pics......

Ok, today we gonna try something new. A one item post.

Yesterday I spent a good two hours writing my blog bout all kind of stuff...editing time included. And at the end, I mentioned a phone. The phone wasn't anything of any interest....to me that is. That's where most the comments were directed.

One subject? Forget that....how bout a few old pics?

 Check out that form.....you da man Billy Bob. I hit that golf'n ball a country mile, right over there in them trees.
 

Yeah I can camp in a place like this. In fact, I'm think'n I did. Just wished I could remember where it was at.

Yeah boy howdy, I sure knowed how to dress back in them days. Think'n that was 1953, but what the hell do I know? We rolled our cuffs back then....style!!!!

Yup, this was me. Can ya believe I was 18 years old??? Why the hell they try'n to shoot me?

This was my boat. A 41 foot Formosa ketch. Live on that sucker for 7 years.

Me an' my pop eat'n up at IHOP. Shortly after, he passed on at 85 year old.

Do I have a beautiful daughter? You can bet yer bippy I do. Angela Marie. An' she a redneck just like her daddy.

Cleanliness an' order was my motto. UTMSI in Port Aransas, Texas. Billy Bob's workbench.

Retire??? You betcha....in bout 5 years. UTMSI Port Aransas.

Shoot....that was fun. I may do this again some day.

A typical day at Billy Bob's house

Ok, I got that other eye finally opened. "Shit, I cain't see a thing".

That's how bad a night I had last night. Yeah I had me one them backwards leg cramps. That costed me bout a hour of sleep. Then I had to get up somewheres bout 4am an' go puke my guts clean out. Then Sadie Mae start danc'n round on the bed to wake me up. She had to go outside. Then at 6am, I'm bout to pee the bed. I sleeped till almost 10am.

Boy howdy, when I was talk'n bout los'n my mind, I weren't lie'n. Ya see, yesterday I was talk'n bout my dog Boudreaux....an' that damn rich guy. I mentioned Boudreaux bout three or four times. Then I posted a picture of Lug Nut. Lug Nut is not Boudreaux. Simple as that.

This is Boudreaux.......an' he weren't no mongrel.

Me an' Boudreaux used to go gold prospect'n together. On one occasion I was dig'n dirt in the side a little hill. Boudreaux was scop'n out the surroundings. Out from under a bush runs this little rabbit. I'm talk'n little...it was a toddler. Not even in the first grade yet. Boudreaux lit out lickity split after that rabbit. Gonna probly eat him up. Round an' round they go....I'm holler'n for Boudreaux to stop. In the process, I'm climb'n off that hill to go rescue that little rabbit puppy. I sprain my freak'n ankle. Sprains it pretty darn good too. I did finally rescue the rabbit an' scolded Boudreaux with some choice "sailor" words......while I was on the ground hold'n an' rub'n my ankle with tears in my eyes.

Another time we was "digg'n dirt" in Gohler Canyun. I weren't find'n nuttin, not even the first little piece of gold. In the mean time, Boudreaux is dig'n under a bush in a attempt to catch a lizard....or something like that. Who knows why dogs dig under bushes? There's a big ol' pile of fresh dug dirt behind Boudreaux. I says "what the hell" an' load some up into my my trusty gold prospect'n pan. I pan it out an' I want you lookie here.....gold. Now there's a standing law....you can not dig under or move a growing plant in an attempt to get rich. We left the area with bout $.35 (cents) worth of gold.

Ok, so I didn't make no comments on the comments yesterday. Ya see, I was rather busy an' didn't turn the computer on. An attempt was made to wash some winders. I started with the front winders....an' everbody knows how hard it is to wash motorhome front winders. Them suckers are BIG....huge pieces of glass an' are hard to get at. Climb'n up over the steer'n wheel an' across the dashboard, I was in a poor position. My back says...."git the hell down NOW". So's I go eat me up a cold hot dog an' sit down with a fresh cup on sip'n coffee an' the flip-it. Television sucks ya know.  Naps are good.

MsB mentioned I need to go get my back checked out. I think I had mentioned that in the post that I'm not impressed with Corpus Christi back doctors. I had called a few in the area and they all wanted me to fill out a hunnert forms, pay an' enormous "doctor visit" fee an' take x-rays before I could ask a doctor the first question. In other words, no free consultation. Granted I have adequate insurance to cover repairs, but I'm more concerned if'n I get me a "quack" doctor or not.  Be kind of like take'n your car to a backyard mechanic to get a tire fixed....an' he pulls the engine.

I could make this paragraph long, but I'll just say that yesterday I got my auto insurance took care of an' I got my debit/credit card activated. But it wasn't all that easy.

I don't remember if'n I mentioned my phone or not. It's bout 8 years old an' been giv'n me problems. Sometimes it rings an' sometimes it don't. Sometimes the simm card don't work. When I push buttons, it will put 4 or five of that number on the screen. In otherwords, it's a wored out POS. I put the simm card in my other phone....what I don't like, an' that sucker works. But....only half my contacts list is on it. And the damn thing ain't got no "ring ring" ring tone. Now I need to take both of 'em to T-mobile and have all my contacts put on the simm card....not in phone memory. Think'n T-mobile will con me into buy'n a new phone with all them fangled new stuff on it. All I want is a work'n phone....nuttin else.

Think'n today is a good day for a trip to Walmart. There is some stuff I absolutely need.....soup make'ns. Maybe get my drug prescriptions refilled????

By the way, it's 71 degs outside. The door is wide open. Goat come to visit a couple times. This is a good day.

Dang, 10 minutes of editing. I'm leav'n it as is.
  

The rich an' the homeless

I read many blogs. I'm amazed that there are so many different mind sets out there. I rekon it's safe to say that Billy Bob's mind....kind'a of fits into a category of it's own. I'm just a little different from most other folks. An' most other folks don't like it.

When I mentioned mind sets, we all got one. Some of 'em was programed at a earlier age. Other folks, they just got super rich an' programed them selfs to look down on us homeless an' penny pinch'n folk. This trait also shows up in some the blogs I read.

So what am I talk'n bout here? Well, here's a example. I pulls in a RV park. The sign said it was a resort. Ha, resort hell....it was a RV park. They assign me to a pull in site, right next door to a huge 40 foots diesel pusher....with it's slides out. One hang'n in my site. Winders are all covered up with blinds an' the sweet sounds of classical music fills the air. I whips my 30 foots old motorhome "Alice" into my assigned site an' come to a screech'n halt. "Alice" was NOT a quiet motorhome. Big ol' 454 engine an' two properly broke in mufflers. Boudreaux is put on a 25 foot rope an' out the door he go.....sniff'n an' pee'n on stuff. This was my first encounter with my new neighbors. I see them peek'n out through the closed blinds....look'n "Alice" over, point'n fingers an' say'n stuff to each other.

After I gets all set up, I heads out to the picnic table with a fresh cup of coffee, and cajun music play'n in the background. Boudreaux check'n out stuff at the end of his long rope. Here come my neighbor. Don't introduce his self or nuttin....he just says "you need to put your dog in the motorhome". He had barked at another dog. I simply told him "I got a cat too". Then he proceeded to tell my I need to turn my music off that he could hear it in his motorhome. An' he detested cajun music. Whoa boy howdy, I got me a goodern neighbor here.

The day progressed, no more than a hour, an' here come the manager with a sour look on his face. He had received numerous complaints from other campers that I was a bad influence with my old motorhome an' a dog what had barked at other barking dogs. By the way, this RV park is a pet friendly park an' the nasty neighbor had two perfectly trimmed "pedigree" poodles. I'm think'n there was only one complaint. I abided by the rules. Shortened Boudreaux's 25 foot rope, turn my cajun music down a notch an' proceeded to build a campfire in my  BBQ grill. That sucker sure do smoke when ya fire it up on high an' throws a old 2x4 in there. After the way this "rich" guy treated me, I can burn all the 2x4's I want to. By the way, he also complained to me, while he is wash'n his big ol' tire, that my "mongrel" dog peed on the tire.
Does Lug Nut look like a mongrel dog???

 I check the length of Boudreaux's rope. Nope, it don't reach the tire.


To make this story short, my "rich" neighbor moved his shiny new 40 foot rig to a new site. Right over there next to that big ol' expensive Prevost. All was good for the next two weeks with no visits from management.

Actually, "Alice" was a fine look'n motorhome. She was a classic "Open Road" by Tiffin. Had just pass the ten year old mark when I bought her. So she weren't really "that" old. Late 2002, I pulls into a fairly nice RV park in Van Horn Texas. They had changed the name from park to resort since my last stay. An' they also changed the rules. No motorhomes older than ten years. I had just washed "Alice not 4 months earlier an' I says "what the hell"??? The manager/owner knowed motorhomes like the back his hand. He ask me...."Is that a Open Road by Tiffin"? We sit down an' talk for bout a hour bout Tiffin an' their motorhome construction. I got me a excellent site, 10% discount an' all, right next to the fenced in pet area, pool tables not a hunnert feet away an' they had the bestest homemade lemon cake ya ever eat in your life. I think I eat a whole dad burned cake in my 2 days there.

Well shoot....why not? Let's get back to talk'n bout what ails me. When I write bout my aches an' pains an' stuff like that, I hold a lot back.....not want'n to disclose all my ailments. Some the things I mention is only skin deep an' some people think there ain't nuttin of it. "Oh, you'll be Ok in no time at all....all ya gotta do is some exercise". Well, that's not entirely true. Ya see, when some folks have back injuries, they get scoliosis. That's the crooked "S" shaped backbone. An' I got that. Had it for years. I'm think'n it's caused by more muscle activity on one side than the other to protect the back injury. I don't go shirtless so's nobody can see it. Through research, I have found that scoliosis can cause internal damage to your body. Heart, lungs, kidneys, bladder...stuff like that. Some of the symptoms I've read about, I have. But maybe not life threatening.
I checked a few places in Corpus Christi to give my back a "look see". I wasn't too impressed with the results. Think'n maybe I'll just get me some more dental work done here. Couple fill'ns or what ever the dentist was talk'n bout. The back will have to wait till I'm comfortable with a doctor. I do want to get back "on the road again".

"On the road again"....Ha, forget that. I ain't even gonna talk bout it. With the weather we have this winter, get'n out there in it, is out of the question.

Speak'n of weather, today is much warmer than yesterday (58 degs). Yesterday sucked. It was cold (44 degs) with some wind an' wet as hell. Humidity wise. Tomorrow is gonna be nice....an' then there's another small front to hit bout Saturday....I think. Hell, I don't know....I ain't no freak'n weatherman. I just watch them idiots on TV....what is wrong half the time. But I am look'n forward to warmer temps. Like upper 70's an' 80's.

I'm need'n some of my Billy Bob beef stew vegetable soup. The stuff they been bring'n out from the house.....even Sadie Mae turns her nose up to it. That damn goat, he don't care if'n it's good or not. Speak'n of that damn goat.....last night Sadie Mae was need'n to go outside an' pee. I open the door an' there that goat lay'n on the ground right at the bottom the steps. If'n ya remember how I acquired Lug Nut over there in Atalanta, this goat is do'n bout the same thing. Hang'n round "da house" want'n to be fed. NO, the damn goat will not be leaving with me when I pull out of Sinton.....so don't even mention it.

Ok, that's it. I'll see ya folks tomorrow.        

  

It's a bad day when it rains

Some times when ya wake up in the morn'n, ya know it's gonna be one them days. Don't know how much more I want to say bout that, so's I'll just recap my day so far. You be the judge.

First time I waked up, I had to pee like a sum a gun....so I was in a hurry. Right foot got all fanged up in them covers an' over the edge the bed I went. Into a big pile on the floor. Well that was Ok 'cause I been there an' done that before. But, when I open the door to the bathroom, I goes in before it's fully open.....hits my forehead on the edge of the door. No real harm done. But I did feels it.

I grabs holt to my coffee pot filter thingy what holds the grounds. I drop it. Grounds all over the floor. I fix that. Now I pour me a big ol' heap'n cup. What the hell, I miss the cup. Bout half a cup all over the same place the used grounds were. Not a good start. 

By this time I'm think'n I need to be back in bed. But I still have blogs, news an' other stuff to read. Let Sadie Mae out to pee. Get my other eye wide open. Back pains to ease up. Take a couple pills. That's my morn'n tasks that have to be carried out before I am able to attack another day.

When I look at the thermometer this morn'n I says...."now that cain't be right". It's freak'n 34 degs outside. And it rained all night long....water puddles all over the yard. And that got me to think'n. Where did that damn goat sleep last night?

I pretty much got that goat trained. All I got to do is holler "GOAT", an' here he come. Gets him some pet'n an' a bite to eat. Well, for the last few weeks, he sleeps right outside my door most every night. Before I shut down last night....and before the rains started, he was right there...outside my door. Just lay'n there. He ain't there now.

Now I'm get'n behind again. Got to activate my debit/credit card. Just a phone call away. Got to call my insurance company. Seems they are hav'n a problem get'n my money. Something bout the information I give them ain't right with my bank. I do autopay on my insurance ya know. I have phone troubles (it says insert simm card) so I rekon I need a new phone. That's a trip to Corpus Christi. And I don't want to go to Corpus Christi. I hate phones an' I pretty much hate Corpus Christi. Well now wait a minute....when I want to spend bout a thousand dollar on toys an' stuff, that's the place to go. Oh yeah, I got to order that circuit board thingy too. Dang, just think'n bout all that stuff make me want to take a break.

I rekon I better leave today's post "as is" so's I don't write no more "bad" stuff. Maybe I'll play round with this damn phone an' get it to work'n. *take sim card out of phone #1 an' put it in phone #2*

Oh yeah, I didn't get a chance to answer the comments yesterday. Had company most of the day.  

"Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"?

"Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"? That's a good question. First off, 'cause it's so cold outside (42 degs), I ain't go'n out there. Secondly, 'cause I don't feel like do'n nuttin, I probly won't. It's that simple.

I watched that golf'n game on TV yesterday. The guy I was root'n for didn't win. Dumb ass was hit'n bogies an' a double bogie...lost by one stroke. Anyhows, I got the urge to go outside an' swak me a few golf balls. It was almost 5:30pm by the time I set out the door. I grab some golf balls, a few tees an' my Cobra driver. It was 79 degs out there an' very little wind. Are ya ready for this.....????

I hit me a couple balls. They look pretty good. Miss where I was aim'n by bout 20 yards or so. That when I feels this cold slight wind on the back my neck. I turns around....and holy crap, the sky is black. The wind picks up some more an' I'm headed for "da house". Now remember, this is right bout 5:30pm. By 6:00pm, the wind is blow'n a hunnert mile a hour (bout 25 or so), the temp has drop to 62 degs....an' go'n down fast. By 7pm it was cold, wind still blow'n.....45 degs. By 9pm, the Walmart special temp thingy settled out at 39 degs with only a slight 10 mile a hour breeze. That's a 40 deg temp drop ya know. Sadie Mae only take bout 1 minute to go out an' pee. Jump'n on the step want'n back in. Last nights low temp was 31 degs.   

As far as being at a low point in my life, I've been there before. And I somehows pulled out. I do realize that I ain't get'n no younger an' one day I'm gonna go on "that trip" an' never be seen again. I cain't predict the day I will board that last train, nor am I too concerned. Ya see, I already done bout everthing I could ever want to do. My last dream was throwed in the dumpster 'cause I'm too freak'n old to build a mansion (RV shelter and patio). I have no dreams left.

I know.....some of ya already seen my dream photos, but some of ya ain't.

There's still  possibility I could have my RV shelter, but it would have to be constructed by somebody else. It would no longer be a dream. So I just throwed it away. What days I have left, I would like to be in a comfortable location. Not too hot in the summer an' not at all cold in the winter. Jamaica???

Ok, I called the dentist office. Yes, there is a possibility I could get dizzy an' light headed mix'n my drugs (meds). But I only had that one day....I'm good to go.

Boy howdy, I had me a terrible dream last night. "Sally da house" catched on fire. What do I grab as I head out the door? Laptop computer, .357 an' my Henry rifle. Add all that up an' I got a total of bout $1300 in my hands. Up there in my secret hid'n place is $5000 in hunnert dollar bills. I left it. My safe, what contains my titles an' other important papers, is still sit'n in the closet. In the dream, there was a water hose sit'n outside. I put the fire out with it.

This got me to think'n....what if'n this was to really happen? You do know that fire is the biggest fear for RV'ers....right? At the present time, it would take me a good 15 minutes to round up all the important stuff. Some is in the front an' some is in the back....with only one door to exit. Yes I have emergency exit winders. One in the front an' one in the bedroom. Maybe I should rearrange stuff so's I can get out in bout 15 seconds an' have all the important stuff in my hands. Today, since it's cold outside, I'll do some think'n on that. What don't hang on a wall, will go in the little safe an' it be placed close to the door. Oh wait....what about my Mississippi river boat?
"Pssssst Billy Bob. Ya got a big ol' remote control airplane too".

That's a year of put'n together there ya know. An' it still ain't completely finished. Had to do some modification to convert it to remote control an' build a work'n smoke generator for it. Smoke come out them two stacks when it's underway.
Did I ever tell ya bout the time I sinked it.......

It's been repaired an' sit'n on it's shelf in "da house".

I think this is bout all I care to write bout today. Although, I could write for another hour with all the stuff roll'n round in my head. Camp'n. Fish'n. Dig'n dirt for gold. Go'n down the road a hunnert mile a hour. Stories of my early years. You know what I'm talk'n bout....a mind what never sleeps. 
    

Today I feel better than yesterday....yeee haw

When I mention aches an' pains, I have to take some time to explain myself. Am I gonna die? Well you darn right I am....just not today. Am I gonna be in a wheelchair for the rest my life? Well, there's that possibility too. Can I be fixed? Maybe, maybe not. Fix'n stuff depends on two people....myself an' the fix it guy.

The biggest concern is this dad gum back problem. It has taken more out of my life than them heart attacks I had....along with surgery. Far I'm concerned, my heart is work'n just fine as long as I take my meds. Blood pressure run right bout 130/80 most the time. Unless I argue with a nurse over needles an' shots....or something like that.

As far as the back goes, I'm think'n most my problem comes from my inactivity. You know, sit'n on my ass all the time. Now granted, there is internal damage from my last injury back in 2000, but I've sort a dealt with it up to today. Or I should say the last 2 or 3 months. The last 2 or 3 months have been spent mostly "sit'n on my ass" 'cause I'm camped in a inactivity location.

You might remember a while back when I said I was gonna try to fix stuff one thing at a time. Well, my teeth ended up be'n the first. And they ain't done. Still need a few fill'ns an' possibly a cap. In Corpus Christi, I dare not have some jack leg doctor look at my back. I done that before. More than onest. You see where I am today. That foot what I injured by kick'n my VW bus door many years ago, I had that looked at too. In Deming New Mexico. He said he could fix it. With surgery. But I would be off my feet for bout 3 months. ?????....don't even ask, 'cause I don't know.

Boy howdy, most my "fix it list" is done. The biggest item remain'n is "why am I not get'n the correct voltage to the dashboard volt gauge"? I mentioned before I may go buy me a new circuit board an' see if'n that would fix it.....$200 plus). I'm at a point where I have no other choice unless I leave it as is. All my test'n an' trace'n out wires have not fixed nuttin. Damn I'm tired of work'n on that thing.

I been watch'n the fish'n reports for Falcon lake. They ain't been good. But that really don't matter.....I like camp'n there. It's a bit late to go camp'n at Falcon lake, but had I gone earlier, I would have froze slap to death down there. I'm talk'n...it was cold. I kind of doubt I would camp at the free community park 'cause of the upcom'n "hot" weather they get every year. Think'n the State Park with electric for the A/C's would be a better choice. But this is just a thought. I still don't know where I want to go.

I was watch'n golf on TV yesterday. Boy howdy did I ever want to go play a round of golf ball swak'n. It's been a while ya know. The next good weather day for golf is this come'n Thursday....cold front for the next three days ya know. Sure do hope I feel pretty good by then.  

Not feel too good yesterday

Boy howdy....I was sit'n over there on the couch an' think'n maybe I would pass on a post for today. With not do'n nuttin an' them damn aches an' pains all the time, there just ain't much to write about.

I rekon I could tell ya bout the "billy jeep". It now has a Texas safety sticker on the windshield. An' them park'n brake shoes I was tell'n ya bout, they are installed an' half ass adjusted (too many clicks when I pull the lever). But what does it matter? I never use a park'n brake anyhows.

Yesterday was one of the worster days I've had in a long time. I could'a swored somebody shoot me in my hip while I was sleep'n. I didn't fall down or nuttin like that, but all day long I couldn't find a comfortable position. I even try walk'n outside, but that didn't last long. Sit outside in the blaz'n hot sun in my camp'n chair. That weren't no good. I did me some stretch'n exercises. That didn't help neither.

But that was only part of yesterdays "don't feel so good". I was light headed an' dizzy. A bit sick to my stomach....stuff like that. This I'm think'n may be from the penicillin I been tak'n. Maybe a reaction with my other drugs.

Speak'n of blaz'n hot sun, it was one hot sum-a-gun yesterday. But wait, don't get too excitis.....there's another arctic cold front headed this way. Freez'n temps, high winds an' rain predicted just a couple miles north of here. Be here Sunday night an' last for three days. Damn, I can hardly wait. With another cold front, I'm think'n I may have made the right decision to stay in Sinton until winter weather is behind us. Even though it's bore'n as hell.

Me an' that damn goat had us a little conversation yesterday. Ya see, when I got some old stale food I cain't eat, I goes to the door an' holler "GOAT". Here he come run'n across the yard. I sits down on my lower entrance step an' I feed him some stale donuts what are hard as a rock. He nudges me with his nose...."ya got any more"??? I shows him the empty box an' he nudge me again....knock me slap off'n that lower step. That when we have our conversation.

Ok, I have nothing.....I'll see ya all tomorrow.