When to break camp?

Hain't nobody interested, so there ain't a whole bunch I need to talk bout this morn'n. Things are go'n slow.

So slow, that it may be Monday before we hit the road. But that's bout what I was figger'n on anyhows. Now if'n Robert weren't here help'n me get stuff done, it would be a couple weeks for me alone.

Once I crank up "Sally da house" it's gonna be a bit over 400 mile before we out of the state of Texas. On a normal, one man driv'n, that's two days. With Robert jump'n behind the wheel, we should be out of Texas in nuttin flat. Something like bout 12 hours....count'n rest stops, fill'n the gas tank, eat'n a sammich an' let'n Sadie Mae go pee an' poop.

A trip was made to Port Aransas yesterday. Pick up my mail, buy up some smokes an' drop by the bank for some pocket change. Robert ain't been to Port Aransas in bout 20 years, so we done a "tourist" thing. Cruise through town an' head down to the beach. The beach sucked. Winds from out at sea has pushed all the Gulf of Mexico up on the beach roadway. Big ol' pot holes an' water everwhere. High tides all the way up to the dunes. Very few bikini clad chick-a-babys.

Ok, got things to do. Gotta keep Robert busy ya know.
See ya laters.....

We busy!!!

Just a few lines today. We busy do'n stuff ya know. So far so good....ain't fount nuttin wrong that cain't be fixed later.

Kind of sorta think'n bout pull'n out of here in the next couple, three or 5 days. Who knows? "Sally da house" is git'n a bath as we speak. Robert is such a good boy.....long as he listen to his daddy, everthing gonna be just fine.

Ok, that's it. That's all I gonna say. See ya laters. 

He arrived safe an' sound

Ha ha, nobody read what I write no more. The right side tires was off the pavement....dirt an' dust fly'n. Mail boxes so close I could read return addresses on letters in them mail boxes. Cars passed us on the left an' never cross the center line. An' I do recall Robert tell me he would never ever drive another motorhome as long as he live.

Just like a truck driver, driv'n a motorhome ain't no different than driv'n a family car. Well, a stretch limousine would be more like it. One good thing bout driv'n a motorhome is, if'n you're go'n down the road a hunnert mile a hour, people WILL move out your way. A MH is a big vehicle. Not as big as a 18 wheeler, but still big.....8 feet wide, plus a few inches (102 inches). This requires rid'n the center line an' stay'n on the pavement. Ain't nuttin to it....think Cadillac.

Boy howdy did I ever wake up in pain this morn'n. I had to pee so bad I thought I was gonna bust. My back hurted too. My eyes are all red an' water run'n out of 'em. Full of sand or something. My stress level is sit'n on a 11...out of a 10. Gonna be good to get today behind me.

I want you lookie here, I got freak'n dishes to warsh up again. This ain't right. Shoot, I ain't even finish put'n up them dishes I warshed up the other day.

Ok, that cursor thingy I "thought" I fixed a few days ago. Well you can forget that. This sucker is run'n all over the screen again. Jump'n up an' down, ain't go no control over it with the touchpad. How the hell do ya fix a "hyper" cursor???

Oh shit, Robert just pull up.....gotta go.
Laters.........

Yeee haw....one more day

Robert arrives tomorrow afternoon. In case ya didn't know, he's not arriv'n from Georgia, but from Dallas/Ft. Worth. By rental car. I can hardly wait.

You would think that when somebody offers to give ya a hand preparing a big ol' motorhome for a thousand mile trip, you would be all excitis. When Robert told me he would be the one to assist, excitement began to grow. Ha, that din't last long. The stress is kill'n me.....mak'n me sick like a dog. Cain't sleep. Pains intensify...."where's mey dad gum aspirin"?

Ya see, Robert skeers hell out me when he climbs behind the wheel of a motorhome. Our last experience, in "Alice", was when we were on a two lane back road with very little shoulder. Mailboxes was planted in the ground 4 feet from the pavement. Now I know how to drive on them kind of roads, but Robert....God only knows why we didn't take out a hunnert mailboxes. I were so tight I couldn't even fart....hold'n on for dear life. "Robert, git back on the road". I take a look see, he's 5 or 6 feet from the center line......damn boy!!!

Be'n that Robert has been away from home for the last couple three weeks, he's gonna be in a hurry to get to Georgia lickity split. I don't dare close my eyes while he is behind the wheel...."put it on a hunnert an' let 'er eat". I will be do'n all the driving I can. I'm think'n go'n into the morn'n of the forth day for the trip with a nice sleep over every night at some rest area or truck stop.

My inverter is burned up. But I done tole you that bout a year ago. Any computer time on the road we will run the generator....free A/C while it's run'n. Dang, I cain't believe I forgot to replace the inverter. Will do that in Georgia. Reinstall my old 2500 watt square wave an' be done with it. Shoot, I could run a a/c off that thing if it was a true sine wave. *technical talk*

Did too much yesterday. All the dishes are done an' I vacuumed an' warshed the dashboard. Applied a coat of Armorall on half of it before I couldn't go on no more. Finish that today. Floors were sweeped an' trash bag filled. Today I feel like I worked a 8 hour day. I ain't gonna do nuttin. Oh wait, yes I am....but "low an' slow". Think'n Weber here.

Ok, I better do something, even if it ain't right.   

Not much today....just stuff

Weather is just absolutely wonderful....."Hey Bubba, look, sunshine...warch this".

Speak'n of Bubba, I'm gonna take the "bubba boat" out of the "billy jeep" an' put it in a compartment under "Sally da house". Ya see, bout 8 mile from "Yo Mama's RV Resort" is this little lake. An' if'n I can get my back fixed up good enough, I can put the "bubba boat" in that lake an' go cruis'n. A slim possibility of catch'n me up a fish too. I've sat on the bank of that little lake before. Nuttin special, but very relax'n.

Also at that lake, there's this really nice little cove with fresh mowed grass, flowers, a few trees an' some benches to sit my ass down. Two remote control boats can be played with for hours on end. That sounds like fun.

Ok, that's the fun stuff for one day. I got me a eye problem again, an' it ain't fun at all. Water run out it an' it itch an' burn like hell. I got some eye drops, but I'm think'n they the wrong kind for what I got. They a lubricant.

Even with Robert gonna be here in a few days, I still ain't all excitis bout no trip to Georgia. In fact, I don't think I would be excitis if'n I was to go on a trip to Port Aransas. Now there was a time.....I could hardly wait for "roll time" the next morn'n. But them days are long gone an' I knowed this day was com'n. Live with it.

First thing I'm gonna do is make a appointment to kill some nerves. That will be a month ordeal, or possibly more. First thing they do is shoot some stuff in there an' ya keep a pain record for the next two weeks. That's to see if they get the right nerves. Then they shoot some other stuff in there that kills the nerves. Too bad it don't last very long. When I talked to Dr. Google, he tole me bout 8 months or so for the nerves to regenerate an' generate pain again. Shoot, in 8 months I plan to be back in Texas.

There are 3 other items that need looked into by a good doctor, or 3 good doctors. This brings me to the "not at all excitis" part. I don't know what they gonna find. Or how long it takes to fix 'em. Or even if they can fix it. I DON'T want to be "stuck in Georgia".

I don't much mention golf ball swak'n no more. The golf clubs are hung up on a wall in the bedroom. Maybe when Robert gets here, we can go swak a few.....help me find my ball out there in the woods. Dang I like golf ball swak'n.

Good to see Louie drop by yesterday.

Ok, it's get'n hot in "da house". Got a bunch of housework what needs to be finished from my start the other day. I don't get a whole bunch done when I start, so don't think I do a lot. Sheesh....these dishes is gonna take a couple hours. An' sweep the other half the floor....bout a hour. Dang, I work too hard. 

Robert is on his way....yeee ha, help

Only news for today is that my son Robert will be here middle of next week.

I did over do it yesterday with housework. I'm in sad shape today. Like one my followers always says..."git on the road Billy Bob, you will be fine". Sure do wished it was that easy.....it ain't.

8 hours sleep....no help

Ok, we gonna try something different last night. Go to bed at a reasonable hour, get a full night sleep an' git up feel'n like a hunnert dollar bill.
Ha, that didn't work. An' my dad gum coffee don't taste worth a crap. What can be so dad gum hard bout brew'n up a great pot of coffee in the morn'n? I mean like, put some water in the pot, a new filter with the same amount of grounds as yesterday an' puuush the freak'n brew button. Sheesh!!!

It sure is hard to "go on" when ya don't feel good an' ya ain't got nobody to help ya out. I sure do wish I was in Georgia right now. Ever time I check something off'n my list, I add two. Leak'n winder an' front A/C added just a few days ago.

Ain't no further along with the trip to Georgia. Damn I dread this trip sooo much. I dread the thousand miles I got to drive. I dread the find'n a gas station to fill the gas tank. If'n I had me a piece of property, I would put "Sally da house" up on some concrete blocks an' say "to hell with it". That's how bad it's gotten in the last 6 months. Maybe once I hit the road I'll feel a little different. But right now, sit'n here in south Texas, I just don't give a shit one way or the other.
"Ha....you need therapy Billy Bob".

Oh, while I'm think'n bout it....my cursor works. It don't run all over the screen no more. The guy what tole me to delete that program an' reinstall it must a know what he was talk'n bout. Damn I hate Windows 8.1. I'm serious, I was think'n bout buy'n a new computer. All 'cause of that dad gum cursor.

Now, talk'n bout laptop computers. Them suckers is get'n smaller an' I'm want'n bigger. When I bought this one, there was only 3 17 inch laptops in Corpus Christi. I don't want no handheld device, I want a great big laptop.

Speak'n of laptops, I still got my old Vaio over there in a drawer in the dashboard. Sucker still works too.


Did me some more research on St John's wort. We gonna hold off on that stuff for a bit. Although I need it.
Depression sucks.

Ok, I bout covered all I want to say today. Ain't important to you, but it is me....git it out of my system. If things are good to me today, maybe I'll have a story for ya tomorrow. I still owe ya one ya know.

Wait a minute....I ain't gonna write the ferry boat versus sailboat again. Just click here, Sailboat Ferry. You will love it.  
Laters......