A modified Walmart special cabinet

This is Sunday....again. Seems like just 7 days ago it was Sunday.....dang!!!

Well, I decided yesterday would be a day of pleasure, if'n it were at all possible. I went into the garage an' start sweep'n. My god, I got a pile of saw dust almost up to my knees. Well, maybe not quite that much, but enough to fill two 5 gallon buckets. An' chunks of wood....dang, a whole trash can full. I could have me a bon-fire with all that scrap wood.

I decided to work on a project. Take that old, bout 8 years, Walmart special cabinet an' do a number on it. Add honest to goodness oak trim on it to kind of sorta look like the new cabinet I builded.
Here's what it used to look like. See, that's it sit'n there on the left before I installed the new tabletop an' the new cabinet.

Now if'n ya take a close look at this pic, you may notice a bit of a change. I'm think'n to the better.

Some sand'n yet required an' then slap me 3 coats of polyurethane on that sucker. Reinstall an' I be done with another of many little projects.

Ya see, it was like this, I was tired of sit'n on my ass all day long do'n nuttin. I needed some move around, exercise, git my blood to flow.....stuff like that. Although at one point, I had to hang up the wood work'n tools an' call it a day....go inside an' sit down.....an' do nuttin. I was hurt'n.

But this morn'n, after a possible good sleep....I don't know if'n I did or not, I got up in much less pain for a change (bout a easy 3 1/2 or 4). I can handle that. Ya throw a 8 or a 9 on me, I'm gonna be one grouchy old bastard nobody wants to talk to. That's just the way it is, ain't no other way to say it.

Ok, I got to go look for where I put all my "cheap" paint brushes. I got work to do. Photos when completed.

   

A new appointment

I were feel'n pretty good after talk'n to that doctor yesterday. Pretty good in the brain, but not in the body. Ya see, by the time we reached Walmart to pick up my meds, my back hurted something terrible. An' that dad gum right foot was kill'n me. Couldn't hardly walk on it. I want to go home....lay back an' relax.

Robert show up this morn'n....."what ya want to do today daddy"? Then I shows him the "fix it" list. ZOOOOM....he headed out the door to go work on a "Robert" project. But that's Ok, I have the whole freak'n winter to fix that stuff.

Ya see, Dr. M's office (the surgeon) called an' have set me up a appointment on the 23 of Sept. All I wanted to do was sign some papers for the surgery.....but, it's turned into more than that. I have to have a handfull of releases for surgery from all these other doctors. Sheesh!!!!....they ain't give me no releases. This means it will be well into October before I can have surgery.....Grrrrrrrrr. And then, I still have some questions to ask bout that surgery before I say "I do".

Speak'n of winter, son in law Mike has a great big ol' propane tank. Or at least he thinks he does. Loaned it to a buddy of his, has to call to see if buddy still has it. That's exactly what I was look'n for. So I don't freeze to death ya know. More on this later.

I've put all future plans on hold until I get this back surgery behind me. I don't know what the results are gonna be, so there ain't no use mak'n plans to climb Mt. Everest or nuttin like that. Even Taco Bell in Del Rio has been put on hold.

As ya know, RV'ers make plans. They don't just take off down the road an' not have a idea where they are go'n. Ha, I did that one year an' let me tell ya, I'll never do that no more. Although, I did end up at a destination....Port Aransas, Texas. Ya see, George Bush wrote me a check for bout $600 for gas money. In a motorhome, that don't go very far. Something like bout 10,11, or 1200 miles....depend'n o gas prices. That was one the worstest trips I ever made. Mile after mile of nuttin no matter what way I turned. An' let me tell ya, I made some turns. "Ya got to have a plan Billy Bob".

Boy howdy, I sure did enjoy read'n all the comments bout "smok'n". Now I ain't say'n I can just up an' quit like so many of ya did, but I'm think'n its bout time for me to give it a try...again. If'n it don't work, I have lost nuttin. That's the way I look at it. Now if'n I was still young, I wouldn't even give it a thought...run down to the smoke sell'n place an' buy me up 10 cartons. But I ain't that young no more. My first goal is to be nicotine free for surgery an' recovery time. Now, bout that plan.........

Appointment #3 finished

Holy cows, nobody gits up at 5am. But today I did. Ya see, I got that appointment at 8am an' it takes me a good 2 hours to open that other eye an' loosen up so's I can walk a straight line. Drink me up a cup or two an' fire up a few smokes. The fire'n up smokes are part of a ancient ritual handed down by my esteemed "ancient" relations from Prussia. 

Well shoot, that weren't all that bad. "Blow in this thingy....blow, blow,blow.....don't stop....take a deep breath....blow, blow, blow". This went on for way longer than what I was expected. Three blow'n tests what all wored me slap out. Results were not all that good, what I'll 'splain later.

Chest x-rays was took from two directions.

Then in comes the "breath'n" doctor. "Your lungs look pretty good.....ya got a case of COPD". Well I pretty much knowed that. "How long you been smok'n"? Here we go again with the smok'n lecture. Oppps, this doctor took a different approach, what I ain't even gonna try to go into. All I can say is it weren't a lecture to embarrass me into throw'n my smokes in the dumpster. Although, I would like to.

He looks at the test results....."Hmmmm, this ain't good". My lungs are operating at 50% capacity....what he says is a risk for my surgery. Ya see, they gonna put me on a machine dur'n surgery, what will do my breath'n for me. My lungs is gonna take a break, shut down an' do nuttin. But, when the machine is removed, my lungs gotta start back up. An' at 50% capacity, that may be a chore. So says the nice doctor. Hmmmmm, he didn't give me no numbers.

Then he shows me another number....54 something or another. "If this gets below 50 he says, you will go on oxygen". He inserts a little smok'n advice here. If'n I was to quit puff'n these little cigars, that number would increase a bit an' there would be no need for the oxygen. Sounds simple huh? Well it ain't that simple. I been smok'n all my life (bout 60 years) an' ya don't just quit over night. An' that what I tole the nice doctor....."I've tried to quit many times....gimme a light". The doc grins. An' then he says...."ya gotta make yourself a plan Billy Bob. Cut your smok'n in half in the next 3 months an' continue your plan". That sounds pretty easy. Ha ha, I know somebody gonna make a bet.

A CT scan was ordered. Of my chest. Look'n for the possibility of the dreaded word...cancer. But he said this test/scan was only part of "his" plan, for me to have a good life. Fix stuff before it's too late. Like I did with my back think'n it would eventually get better.
I was prescribed a year supply of Spiriva inhalant thingys to help me breath easier. 

That was bout it at the doctors office. I liked the way he treated me an' the way he talked to me. Honest an' to the point. I'll give him a 4.5 out of a 5.

Me an' Robert was hungry as sum-a-guns. We went to I-Hop. Yum yum eat 'em up a great big breakfast. Made a quick trip through Lowes look'n for some round magnets for the cabinet doors. Nope. Picked up my new meds at Walmart. Drove down the road a piece an' pick up some smokes....plan not initiated as of yet.

How do I feel today? Well, ride'n round town with my son, makes me feel sooo much better than sit'n on my ass think'n of the worster things in life. He is a inspiration to me......as are all of you.
My back hurts, but I have a clear mind.  

Today is a better day

Blogger is piss me off again this morn'n. First off, today's blog post does not show up on other blogs.
Second, my "blogs I follow" list is nonexistant....gone, Pooooof, just like that.
The way I see it is this dude work'n for Google is sit'n there sip'n up a cup an' stuff'n donuts in his face....."HEY, I'm gonna fix Blogger" an' he makes some changes. Gets up to get another donut an' don't realize....."you screwed up ass wipe".  

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I was sit'n here think'n....what am I gonna write about today after read'n yesterdays comments? I got to think'n bout what I been writ'n bout for the last few months. We need some humor at Billy Bob's Place. But.......

I sit there on that dad gum couch try'n to remember some good times I've had in the last few years. Funny times an' adventure. I ended up think'n bout "the farm". An' there in my thoughts, was that "GD chicken" again. What's with that GD chicken anyhows that it keeps pop'n into my mind? That chicken was my pet, my bestest buddy. Until we ate the damn thing one Sunday afternoon.

A few years ago I was visit'n my Aunt Myrt out in California. We got to talk'n bout the farm. She remembered that chicken an' how it follow me round everwhere I go. That was the only thing she remember bout the years I lived on the farm. That "GD chicken". Anyhows, if'n ya ain't hear bout that "GD chicken", just enter "pet chicken" in the little search thingy up there on the left. Or.....click here Pet chicken.

What I'm git'n at this morn'n, is that when I try to think of something funny to write about, I end up back on the farm. The farm wasn't the only place in my lifetime that I did silly stuff. I done silly stuff all my life. It's just that I don't remember them as well as I remember the farm life of my "tot" years.

Now that I'm *this* close to 73 year old, I'm los'n my freak'n mind. No, not my mind....my memory. Sheesh, I ain't crazy yet. Fortunately for me, I done wrote bout all that stuff an' all I got to do is go back an' read......memory refreshed.

Did I ever tell ya bout the time......? That used to be one my favorite say'ns. I used to say that an' a hunnert things would pop into my mind....all at once. I would break out the "seasoning an' spices" an' be in another world writ'n bout all them years long past. Ya don't believe me? Go back an' read some my "old" blog posts. You'll be glad ya did. I do that myself....."yeee ha Billy Bob, you was a nut".
A Snickers without a nut is just another candy bar.....

Well shoot, I done wrote way way more than what I was gonna. I didn't answer any of yesterdays comments 'cause I was lost for words to every one of 'em. I thank each of ya for the encourag'n words.

But I do want to thank Trouble for the update on her sons "bumped up" doctor appointment. Dang I hope they fix that boys back so's he ain't in pain no more. Kind of reminds me of somebody else I know quite well.

Will see ya all again tomorrow morn'n.....or afternoon, which ever comes first.

Grrrrrrr.....to blogger...."where my post"????

Where is Billy Bob?

I don't know if that old rascal Billy Bob will ever return or not. I know I sure do miss talk'n excit'n funny stuff to him every day. This last year has took so much out of him, I'm think'n he, as we all knowed him, may never return.

I got to be totally serious with all of ya this morn'n....."this shit sucks". I don't know any other way to put it. I'm at a point where I don't want to write anything no more. I don't want to do nuttin. I just don't give a fly'n flip. The "aches an' pains" writ'n is no longer a good subject. Who wants to hear that kind of stuff every day? There's absolutely nuttin excit'n happen'n in my life. I've put all the Billy Bob projects on hold, so there ain't nuttin to write about there. I can't go to the golf course for a good round of golf ball swak'n....an' then write bout it. All these dad gum doctor appointments has got me all depressed an' pissed off. Winter is right around the corner....an' I'm "stuck in Georgia". That means I'm gonna freeze my ass off. My freak'n brain is all tied up in knots that even a seasoned sailor would never figger out. Grrrrrrrrrr is all I can say.

I've tried soooo hard in the past to make Billy Bob's Place a interesting, funny an' adventurous blog. But it seems those days are behind me at the present time. Today, those times seem very slim that they will return. Yeah, I'm down in the dumps, I need therapy....somebody call an' make me another freak'n appointment. Medicare should cover it.

I do hope that those that been follow'n my blog all these years will continue to hang in there with me. For all the new comers, check back with me from time to time. Ya never know what you might find.

So, in the mean time, I will try my derndest to post something every day. Who knows? Maybe Billy Bob will make another grand entrance. Knock yer socks off with some off the wall silly stuff.  

A night of no sleep

Robert's brisket cook'n come out *this* close to perfect. His tater salad was well worth wait'n for. The mixed green beans was delish (by "yo mama"). But I was unable to make the climb up the stairs to eat with everbody else.

We sit inside, outside an' all over the place. Talk'n, laugh'n, tell'n stories, an' hav'n a good ol' time. It was a wonderful day of relaxation an' family git together.....kind'a  sorta. Much family was miss'n.

Will attempt to return tomorrow........ God I miss the old Billy Bob.     

Happy merry Labor day...

Brisket has been in the smoker since 7:30 this morn'n. Robert is such a good boy.

Robert is experimenting today with "Texas recipe" brisket. Not a recipe from all of Texas mind you, 'cause up north, they do it different than they do in south Texas. But we won't get into that.

Everbody grills differently. Take for instance now, I grill my pork ribs on a open pit wood fired grill. I install a good dose of brushed on "modified" bbq sauce throughout the entire cook'n process (cooked in flavor). Fires are promptly extinguished with a water hose. Now that I have the propane fired Weber grill, I no longer "open pit" cook. An' the fun of put'n out fires is gone. The taste is bout the same, but the process is much different. And twice as fast. In beer time, it would be 4 beers versus bout 8 or 10.

I ain't got nuttin to do this morn'n....bored, so's I measured my coffee grinds into a measur'n cup. One level scoop an' one overflow'n scoop. Then I measure from a tablespoon. Two heap'n spoons per scoop. Now we come to the question, is one table spoon a level spoon full or a heap'n spoon full? Ok, ya don't want to talk bout coffee? What else can we talk bout this morn'n?

The batteries in "Sally da house" was thirsty. I give 'em a drink. My god, right at a gallon an' a half. That's 4 deep cycle golf'n cart batteries....16 cells to fill up.

Then I worked on a little yard clean up. My god, where all this stuff come from? Ya see, I had this big trash bag out there filled up with a bunch of trash stuff. A huge wind come by an' blow that stuff all over the place.....or the neighbor dogs got in it. Did a little glue job on the "spud gun from hell" so's that sucker don't blow apart when we fire a tater with it. Removed, fixed an' cleaned a bedside light. Boy howdy, that thing was full of dead bugs. Looks like a brand spank'n new one now. Two items were checked off'n the "fix it" list. Ha, that leaves only 14 to go.

Was bad when I got up this morn'n. Barely make it to the coffee pot. I cain't stand up. I swear, this old back is get'n worster every day. Then I got to think'n bout the appointment for 8am. How the hell am I gonna handle that if'n I cain't walk that early? But then I got to think'n bout a couple "good" days I had. I rekon for the condition of my back, all this is normal.

Did you know, that when I removed the furnace from "da house" I also removed the only heat source to my water tanks an' water lines? Them suckers could freeze when the temps get into the teens. I'm gonna be in Georgia in cold weather. I'm think'n a couple 150 watt light bubs. One for the fresh water tank compartment an' one for the water pump. Home Depot, here come the Billy Bob. The water hose lay'n on the ground will surely freeze up. Dang I hate snow.

Speak'n of water hose an' stuff like that...I think I have contamination. When I last had my water tank filled, the hose was not properly stowed (it's hooked up full time now). Not completely emptied an' open to air. Do ya know how to sanitize water hoses? Ya throws them in your neighbors swim pool over night. The house water lines have not been sanitized in bout 2 or 3 years. My coffee sucks. Something needs to be done. But not today.