Update on project.....Couch project underway

Ok....did I tell ya it's hot in Georgia? They had high temp warning out yesterday all around the area I am camp'n in. I had a a/c on spit'n out cold air. Today is more of the same.

I got all that foam rubber cut an' glued together. All that is needed now is to cover it with batting or what ever they call it. I'm think'n that stuff is so the foam can move around in the upholstery cover. But hell, what do I know bout couches.

In order to finish this project today, my sawhorses workbench will be moved into "Sally da house". I mean it's like hot out there already....93 degs with high humidity. I sweat'n like a hog in a hog waller....how ya spell waller? High for the days is predicted to reach 96 degs.

Speak'n of hogs, when I was a little tyke, I didn't know hogs would eat people. To this day I still have no proof of that, other than what I see on tv a few years ago. Some farmer got eat slap up.
Back to when I was a little tyke, bout 6 or 7 year old, I used to get in the hog pen an' ride them big ol' fat hogs. Man you talk bout a ride. Me an' Joe sneeked up on a couple sleep'n pigs. Joe was a skeerdicat, so it was that rambunctious little Billy what climb on that pigs back. I grabs holt to them two ears an' hold on for dear life. It weren't me what was holler'n for "Moms", it were that big ol' hog. An' "Moms" come a run'n. Beat the dickins out me with a switch.
*Google is your best friend* I just google "do pigs eat people". Yes they do....but they either got to be very hungry or very angry. Hmmmm, does ride'n on a pigs back make 'em very angry?

A horse bite me one time.......

A donkey chased me one time snort'n like a wild animal.....

My frick'n monkey bite me many times.....

Cats....Ha, I could tell ya some stories bout cats......
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Ha ha....Yeee ha an' all that good stuff, the couch project is finished. And in record time. It sits much better than the other two tries, so this is it....finished for the rest of my life.
Now I gotta warsh it. I hate warsh'n couches. 

Daught in law Mandi brung me a dozen Krispy Kreems. I said that was too many, so's her an' Robert scoffed up half of 'em. I ate 2 of 'em an' now I'm gonna starve to death by tomorrow morn'n. Yum yum donuts.


    

Nuttin new today

I've sat here all morn'n long an' still don't know what to write about. Think'n maybe not to write anything. But then, this wouldn't be "Billy Bob's Place" would it?

I got up early this morn'n think'n I was gonna get some stuff done. Wrong thought. But anyhows, Robert showed up an' is gonna jump on a couple projects as soon as he finishes the ramp for "yo mama".

That pot of Billy Bob beef stew soup come out just so so. Guess I've lost my touch in cook'n too. What the hell, I've always been a good cook. Maybe not one them television chefs, but it sure did taste good to me. Shoot, let's go to Taco bell.

You knowed I once opened me a Mexican Restaurant....right? My god that was a long time ago. I were a "gringo" chef. I spent a good 6 months get'n that thing open while all around me the economy was tak'n a dump. This was bout 1980 or there bouts. My refrigeration business also felt the crunch.

Speak'n of refrigeration business.....mine was named "Servico"....the service company. Most my customers were commercial with a few residential customers. I took care of 7 Taco Bells anywhere from electrical, air cond./heating, plumbing, tile work/countertops, paint'n little white lines in the park'n lots. Five grocery stores called me at all hours of the night......"my walk in freezer is broke".  It was a good business.....until the economy crunch which closed both the refrigeration an' restaurant businesses. Damn I hate to work for someone else.

When I arrived back in Texas in 1986, I went right back into the refrigeration business. But only for a short time. The University of Texas hired me in the maintenance department. An' that's the "rest of the story". I retired in Jan. 2002 an' been "on the road again" ever since.

Ok, I'm gonna attempt to "git off'n my ass" an' do something. Grrrrrrrrr.....clean up my mess in the garage an' yard. Aspirin is work'n.

Today could be better

Boy howdy, I hate wak'n up to days like this. Again, I don't give a flip one way or another. Grrrrrrrr.....why does this happen to me???

Now yesterday was a different story. Shoot, I even got the urge to do a few things. Well let me take that back....I was thinkn'n bout do'n a few things. By the time I got a big pot of Billy Bob beef stew soup all brewed up an' fix'n a fan blade for "yo mama", two hours, I didn't wanna do much more. Got my bed half ways changed out, sheets, pillow cases an' straighten the topper. Would you believe I had to lay on it to see if'n it was nap ready? It were.

Gonna hold off on the projects for a few more days. Shoot, that turns into work.....the four letter word. But, I still have plenty of inside housework that needs done (more work). Dad gum shelves need something on them an' fill a few more "dumpster" bags. My god, I ain't gonna have nuttin left. Clean'n the bedroom is the #1 priority right now.

Ok, that's it, this pressure cooker has got to go. What's the use of hav'n one when ya use it like a open pot? When I brewed up my soup yesterday, all I used the pressure part for was to "tenderize" the beef. Did a good job too. After that was done.....twenty minutes, it was just a plain ol' boil'n pot like I usually use. No.....it ain't go'n back on the shelf.

In the last few weeks I have had a great fear of go'n back to Texas. Or any other destination "down the road a piece".  Now don't get me wrong, I ain't stay'n in Georgia if'n that's what ya got in yer mind. I like be'n around my family, Robert giv'n me so much of his time, visits from "yo mama" but this is get'n old. So yes, I am get'n me some "hitch itch", "on the road again"....that kind of stuff.

As it stands right now, I'm gonna be here in Georgia, whether I want it or not, for another 3 months. Dang, I don't like that one bit. I wanna go camp'n, fish'n, golf ball swak'n....fire up that "bubba boat", make a campfire, look at the stars an' the big ol' moon. Dang I hate days like this.

Ok, that's it, nuttin else to say. First appointment out of 4 in like 5 days. Then set up another appointment for the surgeon. Sheesh!!!

Ha ha ha, you lost your bet

And we have a winner. Somebody betted I would make it to Walmart yesterday....betted a hunnert dollar. But, that person don't know how close they was to be'n a hunnert dollar short this morn'n. Bout *this* close.

Ya see, Robert come by to drop off the new foam rubber for the couch. You know, that stiff couch. We sit down an' talk bout stuff....buy'n property, vacations, camp'n trips, my back. Walmart entered the picture. Let's go to Walmart. I'm think'n I only cuss one time the entire ordeal. *some guy parked in the "expressway", block'n traffic in all directions, wait'n for his wife to return....or something like that. I had to say something 'cause I was want'n by. But I was kind of sorta nice in my selection of "profanities"....damn, shoot, hell....stuff like that.

I was gonna only spend something like $43 at Walmart. That was my plan...an' I'm stick'n to it. Well, when you take your son shop'n with ya, ya spend a bit more. $157 an' some change.

I don't own a belt sander an' my files are all rusty, so I bought me up a electric knife sharpener. Dull knives piss me off. I sharpen knives last night. I also burn my Digerno (spell check is of no help) pizza out there on the Weber grill. Dang, why didn't I take a pic of it??? But I eat it anyhows.

Now how do ya answer a comment when ya don't know? I ain't no doctor or nuttin like that, but I'm think'n that 11 year old golfer had a previous back injury of some sort before he took that first swing. With my back issues, I am very careful not to twist my back on the swing. Well, as little as possible anyhows. Think 3/4 swing. The ball don't go as far, but it don't hurt as bad neither. I would get the little golfer checked out by a professional....not golfer, but doctor.

Speak'n of golf, damn I sure do miss swak'n golf balls. This is the one thing I hated see'n in my final days....NOT swak'n golf balls. Think'n ahead by bout 3, 4 or 6 to 8 months....."Barney, you hit that tree over there". I'm in the fairway...bout 200 yards or so. Dang, I can hardly wait.

Ok, I done got me too many projects. Think'n there's bout 4 of 'em now. An' I ain't started one. I got the materials sit'n out there in the garage, but I ain't got the energy to walk that far. Did some bedroom clean'n, sort'n an' toss'n. Big ol' bag full of button up shirts to go to Goodwill. Shelves are still half empty.

All that clean'n I did a couple days ago, you know, make "Sally da house" all spik an' span??? Well, that was two days ago. In my book, that clean'n was a total waste of my precious time. You git to where I'm com'n from....right? "Sally da house" is again a disaster.

Ok, this morn'n I got up feel'n pretty good. Oh, before I forget, I bought up some that Chiggerex stuff. Hmmmmm, that stuff does a pretty good job. I'm think'n I slept the whole night an' never waked up one time. It's been a while.

Only a feww more days till they stick that big ol' needle in me an' draw out some my blood. As thin as my blood is, it shouldn't take very long. Of the meds I take, one is a blood thinner (Plavix)....along with the aspirins I take every day, my blood is very thin....like water.

Ok, I'm gonna do something. Don't know what, but I got a big choice. 

I got stuff done

Sorry folks, but today ya gonna hear some more crap bout my pain issues. But before we get into that, let me tell ya bout all the "household" chores I did yesterday before I broke down.

Ya see, as I sit in my chair at the computer every morn'n, my back begins to feel better. It's got something to do with the coffee.  Speak'n of coffee, my coffee sucks.

"Yo mama" had come to visit for a while yesterday morn'n. She called me a "slob". Dirty dishes in the sink. Tools, little chunks of 2 x 4's, dirt an' pieces of grass on the floor. A full trash can. Stuff like that. Well shoot, I live in here, that's normal. Anyways, when she left, I looked around. I can do this, so I began "do'n stuff. I fixed the warsh machine an' got my laundry done. I warshed up, an' stowed all them dishes. Picked up a few tools an' sweeped the floors. Put me a razor sharp edge on a brand spank'n new chef's knife. Charged the battery on the "billy jeep". By 5pm....I was done for....cain't do no more. My back done give out on me. I got to sit down.

The newest issue with my back is "sciatica" that has returned, like I mentioned yesterday. If'n ya ain't never had sciatica, ya don't know what pain is. An' there ain't nuttin you can do to relieve it....other than bout 1000 mg. of Bayer aspirin an' a stiff shot...or two, of Jack Daniels Tennessee whiskey. I ain't got no Jack Daniels whiskey. That's what I had again this morn'n....sciatica in both legs. An' that's what make me get out of that soooo comfortable bed early this morn'n. Dang I wanted to sleep another hour.

I been up for bout almost 4 hour an' my back is feel'n much better now. Maybe I will "do something". But you won't know till tomorrow. Oh by the way, if'n you betted I would go to Walmart yesterday, you lost what ever you betted. Now, ya wanna bet again.....today or tomorrow?

Chigger bites are come'n along just fine. Only a couple of 'em are still itch'n an' most are haft as big as before. That's why they call me Dr. Billy Bob the "fix it" man. I should be fine in a couple more days. 

Ain't got nuttin excit'n to write about, so I rekon I'll just shut up. Dang I cain't wait to get my life back. What ever that life will be.

Oh wait wait....that stiff foam rubber in the couch....it seems to be "break'n in". I was comfortable sit'n on that thing last night. Does foam rubber break in? Anyhows, Robert call me. He got the new foam rubber in his truck. Will be here later on today. This is it folks, I ain't mess'n with no foam rubber again. Third time is a charm....right?
NOTE: I freak'n lied. I just sit on that couch an' that sucker is stiff. I'm talk'n stiff. Way way stiff.

Oh wait again....I got me another project. I'm gonna rebuild my 3 drawer thingy I builded bout 6 years ago. It's in the basement compartment full of "got to have stuff", tools, nuts an' bolts...screws....a must have place to stow stuff. The drawer guides are wore slap out. The sides are begin'n to fall apart. It's a piece of junk. Pics to follow.

Scratch scratch scratch....dad gum chiggers

I don't see nuttin to write bout this morn'n but these dad gum chigger bites. It's been a few years since I got in a batch of chiggers an' I don't have no idea how I did it this time......but, I did. What surprises me is that I don't have nary a one bite below my knees. They all on my thighs from the knees up to my whatsadoolies.

First night I says...."strip down an' bug spray them suckers before ya shower". And that what I did. But I was already covered with bout a dozen itch'n bites. But anyhows, I spray that bug killer too high. Set my sak slap on fire. Boy howdy that was uncomfortable. I'm think'n I kilt all them little bastards 'cause I ain't got no new bites. But the ones I got....MY GOD!!!!

Then last night them bites was so bad I had to do something. Doctor Billy Bob to the rescue. I looks in the medicine shelf an' I ain't got nuttin but alcohol, peroxide, hydrocortisone, maximum strength Ambosol an, some mouthwarsh. I strip down to my underdrawers an' apply each. This morn'n I have a little relief.

But as I was apply'n all that stuff, I see this little spider crawl'n up my leg. I knock hell out that spider. Then I got to think'n, "do spiders bite"? Think'n this 'cause chiggers usually bite hell out your ankles an' lower legs. Anyhows, I will live through this episode of "beat hell out the old Billy Bob".

Them two jobs that was so necessary to do yesterday are on todays list of "things to do today". What's one more day??? But......

I grabs holt to my medication containers last night. I'm gonna fill my pill dispenser thingy. What the hell, I'm out of meds. Only got two of each. This means a trip to Walmart, either today or tomorrow. Any bets on which day???   

Holy cows!! I had me a case of sciatica last night. Hurt'n pains run'n down my right leg all the ways to my big toe. I ain't had this happen in quite some time. I take me up a aspirin an' get my ass off'n the couch...."that couch". Then.....it was 4:30 this morn'n an' I got me some them dad gum leg cramps. Regular ones what make ya stand on yer toes. That's been a while too. I'll be sooo glad when all this doctor stuff is behind me. Go fish'n in the "bubba boat". Go golf'n. Do a little walk'n. Maybe another "billy bike".

Ok, I got to get this day underway. Been talk'n too much. See ya laters.

Grrrrrrrrr.....just for fun.
Got laundry warsh'n an' the damn "billy jeep" won't start.

Yesterday I did nuttin....absolutely nuttin

Another day is behind me. I did exactly what I said I was gonna do....nuttin. An' while I was do'n that tedious job, my mind filled with all kinds of thoughts. One was "who the hell is Billy Bob"?

Well let me tell ya who Billy Bob is. He's the guy that lived his childhood in somebody elses house. He's the guy that had no parents to guide him to a adulthood life. He lived on the streets up to the age of 20 with an' occasional assist from his Aunt Myrt an' Uncle Luke. I would have made a perfect orphan boy.

I was called "Billy" up till the day I joined the Navy. They legally changed my name to a simple "Bill", William or just my last name. The government does that ya know. Later in life I was knowed as "Uncle Bill", not only to nephews an' neices, but to inlaws an' even the local beer establishments where I did my damnest to dance with all the young wimmins.....hoochi coochie girls. It was a hard life.

When I went to work for the University of Texas, I was still knowed as just "Bill". I didn't like that. My name is Billy. A boat captain from the university, a Wisconsin redneck, started call'n me Billy Bob, an' that name fit me just fine. It fit my lifestyle....a redneck.

When I moved aboard my sail'n boat, I changed my name to "Barnacle Bill". That lasted for 7 years when I went back to Billy Bob. 

Speak'n of redneck. Rednecks keep everthing ya know. Little used nuts an' bolts, screws, pieces of wood, chunks of aluminum an' steel....broke stuff that will never see life again. While at the university I had drawers an' shelves full of "stuff". The rest of the maintenance crew would ask me...."hey Billy Bob, ya got one of these"? Most time I did. In my RV "Sally da house" basement, I have such a collection today. Stuff that may someday be of some use to me. After I fix it that is.

Let's change the subject. That one is too boring with out spices (details). I like spices ya know.


I was still wide awake at 4am this morn'n. The old mind go'n a hunnert mile a hour think'n bout "crap". I don't know how everbody else thinks, but I'm think'n my life as a adventurous rambunctious little boy is slap over. But then, this is today.....tomorrow is a new day. But seriously.......?

I sat on "that couch" last night. Well, not really sit on it, I lay my ass down for a hour nap. That was a big mistake. When I got back up, I feeled like that neighbor done run slap over me with his bulldozer. It was that bad. Robert should be pick'n up the new foam rubber today. What's the old say'n....third time's a charm???

I got freak'n chiggers. That trip to Alabama, them suckers jump on me think'n they was gonna have a feast. An' a feast they have. Ok, here we go....Google is yer best friend. I googled chiggers. Look'n for a way to stop all this itch'n I got. Did ya know, chiggers, spiders an' ticks are of the same family? Anyhows, hydrocortisone is all I got. It don't help very much.

Speak'n of buy'n property, I ain't think'n of a final rest'n place to put "Sally da house" up on blocks an' never go nowheres again. It's Robert that is look'n at property with enough space for his daddy to have a "homebase" to visit from time to time. Nuttin permanent.

Did I mention the pot of beef stew soup I made yesterday. One bowl an' I'm done with that stuff. To the bushes it goes. Maybe the cats will eat it. "Billy Bob, don't buy no more generic stuff". Yuk!!!

Ok, I got a couple things that must be done today to have a successful day. Where the hell are my shoes???