Fly'n missiles.....an' tater salad

Ed brought up a very good subject in the comments yesterday.....flying missiles. Everbody has them, whether go'n down the road a hunnert mile a hour in a RV, or sit'n on the counter in a stick & brick.  . Some are more dangerous than others. Stuff that can fly off counters at any unexpected moment. Boat engine parts be'n a #1 "fly'n missile". Don't nobody say they don't work on boat engines in the kitchen.....sheesh, that's pure "down town" American.

But anyhows, we are talk'n bout my books as fly'n missiles. An' we talk'n bout RV's. When I lived on my boat an' a fierce storm was headed my way, I "battened down the hatches". That's securing movable objects so's they down fly all over the place when the storm hits. I've seen many RV'ers do the same thing ever time they hit the road. It's just a safety concern so they don't have to go to Walmart an' replace all the stuff what gets broke. I suppose it's also so's somebody don't get swaked with "fly'n missiles".

Dang, this is gonna take longer than I was expect'n. Now at Billy Bob's house, we do things differently. "Sally da house" goes down the road like a Cadillac car. Nuttin gets spilled an' nuttin falls off the dash. Concerns of stuff fly'n all over the house don't even cross my mind. Well, my refrigerator door does. I've turn a corner on a gazillion occasions when that door would sling open, stuff fly out the refrigerator an' land in piles on the floor. Busted jars of pickles, pots of Billy Bob beef stew soup, gallons of milk....anything sit'n on the shelves lands on the floor. My refrigerator door has a "click" lock on it. Ya gotta push on the door till ya hear the click, then you're good to go. But I sometimes forget.
Anyhows, back to the book "missiles". They won't FIT under my bed. Although it would be a perfect place for 'em. I'm think'n I placed two Walmart bags full of books under there after I read them. The other 250 or so books have been stowed in boxes an' more Walmart bags....on the floor, in a closet, on the bedroom counter. in the passanger seat....all over the place. It may be noted, that if'n I had me a bunch of the right size boxes, I have a bunch of empty shelves in the closets. There Ed is where the books will eventually end up....maybe.

This is under my bed. There are no Walmart bags full of books under there that I can see at this point. By the way, I will tackle the job of sort'n, toss'n an' restow'n all this stuff in the very near future.....maybe. But not today. "My god Billy Bob, you got way too much stuff". I don't own a dumpster, so's I have no choice.

Ain't got no important plans for the day. Big ol' rack of ribs may go on my Weber grill later on this afternoon. Undecided at this time. Got to try out my new trivet thingy ya know.....Walmart special. Now I don't BBQ the way they do over here in Georgia.....just throw it on the grill an' forgit bout it. I'm a old timey open pit BBQ'er.....slop bbq sauce on what ever I'm cook'n. Make some smoke an' fire. Dang, I need me some tater salad, but I ain't got no eggs, celery or taters. My onions will "kick yer ass".
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GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR......this shit pisses me off. I posted/published this blog post earluy this morn'n. Where is it????

Anyhows, the drawer project is com'n right along. The drawer box is completed. The front is yet to be constructed.

"Dang Billy Bob, that's a big box". 22" W, 17" D, 10" H  Shoot, I could put over 300 western books in that drawer. But I ain't. Or am I.....Hmmmmmmm.

We do something....work work work

Many years ago, I were a young man. Well, I weren't really THAT young. I was clean shaved, store bought haircuts, aviator sunglasses, a full fledged button up shirt an' a Stetson. I still got that Stetson. When I wear that sucker, I got me a fight on my hands with all them hoochy koochy wimmins chas'n me round the block. Well, I did back in them days anyhows.

If'n ya ain't never been there, ya need to go. Grand Canyon 2003.

While we was tourist'n the Grand Canyon, there was these pesky ravens beg'n for food. Walk right up to ya an' start jump'n up an' down....holler'n "gimme some tater chips". They also have special accomodations....park anywheres they want.

In my book, that is one beautiful bird.

Ok....did I mention that my dad gum refrigerator was fall'n out the wall? Think'n I may have mentioned it a few days ago. Anyhows, it ain't never gonna fall out the wall from this day forth. All fixed. At the same time, the coach furnace was removed from "da house" an' very possibly on it's way to the closest dumpster. Decisions decisions. In the furnaces place....under the fixed refrigerator, I'm think'n this would be a perfect location for a great big ol' pots an' pans, an' stuff drawer. I know how to build stuff like that ya know.

Thank ya my wonderful son Robert for your expert assistance.

Then there was yesterday. I weren't feel'm too bad when I roll out of that wonderful bed in the morn'n, so I figgered I would do a little more clean'n, trash'n an' sort'n of stuff in the bedroom.
My god, look what I fount. "You da man Billy Bob".

Then I said...."where the hell will I stow my books"?

 

Ha, weren't nuttin to it. *think'n there are still more books under the bed*

Again today, I don't feel so bad on the back side. Although, that dad gum right hip hurts like hell. Three more days. Yeee haa, I can hardly wait.....for good news. Bad news, the old Billy Bob is gonna be piss off.

Oh yeah, "yo mama's" surgery went very well. Took her a damn hour to climb the back steps. Robert got estimates on the ramp materials. Man...."that much"?

Ok....this is enough for today. Maybe something excit'n....or humorous will happen. But don't be bet'n your last dollar on it.

Oh wait, I almost forget. Grandson Tim bringed me a gift today. Not that I need it, but cain't Wait to take it to Walmart with me.

 

Let's see where this goes

 I been sit'n here for the last two hours try'n to figger what to write today. I rekon I'll just write an' see where it leads.

But first....I was sit'n here think'n last night. While watch'n my slide show of bout 3000 or so photos on the last 10, 12, or 14 years of my travels, I come to the conclusion...."I've been everywhere man, I've been every where. My god, I been to a million places in the last 14 years...or is it 12? Travel'n all the southern states from Florida to California, there ain't a whole bunch I missed. Well, there is....I just ain't got there yet.

 Of course, the state of Texas is one my favorite places to be. Texas has everthing ya know. Forests, hill country, mountains, desert, miles an' miles of pristine beaches, a gazillion lakes....the "Alamo" an' oil wells. Take yer pick.

If'n I recall, this is Victoria Landing....in the peach state Ga. 2002. Or was it 2003???
On the lake I got this pic of a "macho" boater.

An' I catched me some fishes there too. 

Let's git back to them books. I only mentioned 'em yesterday 'cause I didn't know where to stow 'em. Deep down, there weren't no way I would ever let them go....dumpster, give away, sell or trade at a book store. These books are "MINE" an' I got me a plenty places to stow them until I get a urge to read again. Ain't the best place to stow books.....a cleared "girlie make up" counter in the bedroom. And yes I have a ton of Louis Dearborn L'Amour. Out of his over 250 short stories, I have right bout 100 or so. An' excellent writer. Full of accurate western history. I rode with him all the way to Montana an' back. Chas'n outlaws, range wars, Indian battles, cattle drives...I was right there.

Boy howdy, did I get some work done yesterday or not? Well mostly not. Ya see, I fount a stack of old notebooks what I write an' draw stuff in. Sheesh, I spended a couple hours read'n all that crap an' look'n at my old drawn'ns from years ago. Write everthing down an' never throw notebooks in the dumpster. Good rule to live by.
Anyhows, that long ass counter back there is almost clear of "stuff". Needs a good warsh'n. Two big ol' bags of "stuff" ready for the dumpster. Now I got 3 empty drawers an' 3 bedroom shelves still to be filled. Gonna have to go to Walmart I rekon to replenish all the stuff what I throwed out. May need it ya know.

Shirts. Anybody need or want some shirts? Ya see, I don't wear shirts no more. Just these pull over thingys with a collar an' a pocket for my smokes.....cough cough. That's what professional golfers wear ya know. Goodwill is just down the street a piece.

Just for Louie. Had you kept up with my blog, you would know I sold the "da porch" to the property owner 3 years ago. The "Dog House Bar an' Grill" still sit's on 'da porch" in Deming, NM. Wayne is still kick'n an' jack'n jaws.

I'm grouchy

Ok, so I'm grouchy this morn'n. I get that way when I hurt like hell an' don't get a absolutely wonderful restful sound sleep. Boy howdy, I don't want much do I?

Ya see, last night I dreamed I was all set up for surgery. The damn nurse was push'n this toothbrush look'n thingy down my throat. Said it was to roughen up my throat so the medications would stick. Then she start cram'n big ol' pills down there. I'm gag'n. The doctor says..."not his throat....his butt".
Damn I'm glad I waked up when I did.

You might think that's funny, but I thought bout that for a freak'n hour. Waked up think'n bout that. Then I got think'n bout the doctor. Then I got to think'n bout the wheelchair an' walkers. Then I got to think'n bout never walk'n again. All negative thoughts an' not one positive. Now ya see why I'm grouchy this morn'n.

Ha, ya think I didn't do nuttin yesterday? Well let me tell ya, I spend a good 3 hours back there in the bedroom go'n through stuff, throw'n stuff out an' put'n other stuff on the shelves. But I'm a long ways from finished.

Books, what do I do with my books? I tole ya before that I got bout 300 western paperback books. Probly read all of 'em an' some a second time. Now what the hell am I gonna do with them? If I save 'em, I got to find a place to stow 'em. If'n I give 'em away, I don't got nuttin to read no more. Decisions decisions.
"Ok Billy Bob, when was the last time ya readed a book"? Ahh, bout a year ago when I was boondock'n. Hmmmmm....when will I ever boondock again?

Seems my life is hang'n on to what the doctor gonna say next week (Tuesday). And what he can do for me to get rid of some this daily pains I got. If nuttin can be done, I'm screwed. I looked at them MRIs again. Now if'n I was a doctor, I would cut me open an' take them smashed disks out.

Oh nevermind. I got things to do. Laters.

Poor "yo mama" is all down an' out over her foot surgery tomorrow. I know how she feels. An' she all grumpy too. 

There went a 10 dollar bill.....poooof, gone just like that

Holy crap, I should'a listen to Gypsy.

Ya see, it's like this.....yesterday I feeled better than I have for weeks. I'm gonna do something. An' boy howdy do I got some stuff what needs attention.  I jump in with both feet.

I spent a whole dad gum hour clean'n the desk top. Throwed a ton of crap in the dumpster. Sorted them plastic Walmart special container thingys. Throwed more stuff in the dumpster. My desk top looks brand spank'n new. Well, it did for a little while. Ya see, the next item on my list required some heavy duty tools....drills, drill bits, screws...stuff like that. They are sit'n on my desk top this morn'n. Then I went through the same kind of containers in my desk cabinet. More stuff to the dumpster. Yeee ha, I ain't got nuttin left....an' I know damn well I'm gonna need it sometime in the next years time. God I hate throw'n stuff in the dumpster.

The floor....let's sweep an' mop the floor. My god, where all this dog hair come from? "Sadie Mae, you next". Now sweep'n a floor ain't so bad. But I did have to take me a couple "sip up a cup" an' "light one up" breaks. The floor is sweeped. I look at my mop. Ha, there ain't no way this is gonna work. POS Walmart special. It's hands an' knees time. An' let me tell ya, that was a freak'n chore. The floors are mopped.

Dirty dishes pile is get'n bigger.

I breaks out the hair cut'n stuff. Gotta fix Sadie Mae's crookit hair. Thank ya son Billy....sheesh!!! Did I mention Sadie Mae don't like haircuts? But surprisingly, she just lay there an' let me do my thing. For over a damn hour. "Sadie Mae, you so purdy with a new haircut". Still a long ways from a professional groom'n, but she's good to go for another couple three months. Spray her down with the Frontline spray stuff for fleas, ticks an' what ever else she gets into. Check Sadie Mae off the list.

That spud gun. No further tests was done yesterday. I ate the damn tater I was gonna use for the test. Now there is a slim possibility I may go outside an' see if'n I can blow that sucker up. Well, not really blow it up, but see if'n I can make it work......BOOOOM....Phooof....fire come out the barrel. I also need to fabricate some parts to make it look like a "spud gun from hell" an' not just a plain ol' spud gun. Pistol grip with trigger. Ammo clip. An' a long range hunters scope. Paint that sucker up to a flat black finish. Yeee ha, I can hardly wait. Come on Mack, come visit papaw.

Sissy....click right here...http://musingbythecreekside.blogspot.com/ . That's your blog. Notice there is no "s" after musing. "That's all I have to say bout that"....Gump.

Now....I went to bed way way more early last night. Right at bout 10:15pm. I was think'n maybe I would get a good night sleep an' get up early this morn'n an' feel like a hunnert dollar bill. Well let me tell ya right now....don't go to bed think'n that kind of shit is gonna work. My god, I cain't walk. Well I can, but it hurt like hell. Damn bulldozers. Aspirin to the rescue....one or two?

Get'n back to how good I feel yesterday, while I was go'n through stuff, I fount a old draw'n I did a few years back. Some of ya know it as my last dream, an' then there's some of ya that ain't never seen it before. This is my RV shelter/patio.

When I look at this draw'n yesterday....damn, I git'n myself all excitis again. Even though I had given up on this dream bout a year ago.....due to old age an' not being able to "do nuttin" no more, I'm think'n there may still be a possibility to live my dream. This would make a perfect "Sally da house" homebase don't ya think? Git too cold, ya go somewheres where it's warm. Git to hot, ya go somewhere's where it's cool. Damn, I'm gonna need me a bulldozer, a dump truck an' a backhoe. An' a bunch of cheap labor. Come on stock market, do yer thing.

Ok, I'm done for the day. Cain't think of anything else to write about.

A brand spank'n new $10 dollar bill

Man boy howdy. I feel terrible when I talk bout my own back issues, while at the same time there is other people in much worser shape than I am.....by far. I ain't gonna mention no names, but you know who you are. I don't rekon I'll ever meet ya, but it sure would be nice to go for a walk, sit down on a park bench sip'n up a cup an' talk bout our dreams an' expectations. I'm think'n you know what I'm talk'n bout.

The phone ringed. It was Robert. "I'm bring'n you that piece of pipe daddy". I can see it now, we gonna be work'n on a "spud gun from hell". An' that's exactly what we did. Gimme some glue Robert. Cut this piece of pipe Robert. Hand me that big hammer Robert. We piddled with them pieces of pipe for the next 2 hours. Installed all the necessary parts an' "walla", we got a spud gun.

Now this is what a regular spud gun looks like. It's ready to send chunks of taters into the neighbors yards. All we gotta do is make it work. We spray all kind of crap in there an' the damn thing don't ignite the high octane "blow something up" propellants. What the hell???

As you can plainly see by the following photo, this above photo IS NOT a "spud gun from hell".

THIS is the "spud gun from hell".

As usual, when something don't work as designed, Google is your best friend. The chamber must be completely sealed....a tater down the barrel, an' a good dose of oxygen inside the chamber before ya spray in the propellant. If'n ya ain't got no oxygen, regular ol' air will work. That's where we went wrong. We was try'n to shoot a spud gun with no ammo in it an' no oxygen....just to be on the safe side ya know. Futher tests will be made later in the day....after I get my other eye wide open an' can see. In case you're wonder'n, this is NOT the first spud gun I ever built. But it IS the first spud gun I built that didn't work. "Hey yo mama, ya got any taters I can borry"?

Grandson Mack's interest has floundered. ?????.....what do I do now? This was "our" project, to be worked on together. Not papaw do all the work an' grandson Mack to receive all the praise an' glory.

 Speak'n of "yo mama", she is scheduled for surgery this Friday. Some kind of foot surgery. Then at a later date, knee surgery. Poor girl gonna spend the rest of her life lay'n on the couch watch'n soaps an' Judge Judy. Robert has been tak'n measurements for a handicap ramp. He's such a good boy.

Ok, got up this morn'n feel'n like a crisp 10 dollar bill. Shoot, I can do anything this morn'n. Well, maybe not anything, but I sure as hell feel better than I have for the last few weeks. How bout a 3 pain level? Hip don't hurt too bad. Got plenty sleep last night. Even got up a hour early this morn'n. "You da man Billy Bob.....yeee har".

I got tools to be put up. I got floors to sweep. I got a desk top to be cleaned. I got a bedroom what needs cleaned. Dishes gonna be fine just like they are. Trash is out. "Sadie Mae....cut Sadie Mae's hair".
Man, I got to slow down. Just think'n bout all that stuff, I may need me a nap in a bit.

Oh wait, my frick'n refrigerator is fall'n out the hole. The fridge sits on a platform in the wall.bout 15 inches off'n the floor. Well....the platform is fall'n apart an' in need to be rebuilt. I can do that. While I'm do'n that, I will remove the furnace what lives under the refrigerator an' put me in a great big ol' drawer. The furnace is unused (vents covered with walnut flooring) an' another kitchen drawer sure would be nice in it's place.

See what I'm talk'n bout, the old Billy Bob never has a dull moment. Always gotta fix stuff.

 
 


 

Acceptable blog matteral

Got to think'n last night bout what to post on a blog. Or should I say, what is acceptable to post on a blog. Some the stuff I post is probly right on the edge of.....holy crap, what is that word I'm look'n for?

Ya see, my blog tells ya bout everthing I do from the time I get up till the time I finally hit the sack somewheres past the midnight hours......an' then some. Now I ain't say'n I tell ya everthing, but I do paint ya a picture of my life. There ain't many bloggers what do that. They hide behind....."don't say it Billy Bob, somebody gonna git pissed". But there are a select few....an' them are my favorites. For those of ya that been read'n my blog for a hunnert year or so, know all there is to know bout me. Shoot....YOU could write a book....sell bout 14 copies.

But I wouldn't have my blog content any different. I mean like....if'n I'm gonna tell ya a story, let's put some facks in there too. Facks what led up to the story. Like when I was just a tyke, liv'n on the farm, I was a rambunctious little bastard what did stuff no normal kid would think of do'n. When ya know that little piece of fact, the story has more mean'n. Do I like mean'n in my stories? You betcha I do. And I like a bunch of spices too. Kind a sorta makes ya forget the down times a bit.

But......maybe it's time for a change. *sit'n here think'n* What should I change? Ok, forget all that stuff I just said......I ain't chang'n nuttin.

Now bout last night. "My god Billy Bob, nobody is still awake at 5am in the morn'n". Well, I was. My mind was in high gear....think'n bout stuff that ain't got no mean'n what so ever. My pet chicken. My dogs. My cats. Run'n a red light in Kansas. Swim'n in a creek an' I cain't swim. Mountain lion hunt'n. Swak'n a rattlesnake with a brand spank'n new fish pole. Health issues came to mind. Broke stuff came to mind. See what I'm talk'n bout.....I think weird stuff when I should be sound asleep.

Only 8 more days. That's my appointment with the surgeon doctor ya know. Now while I'm sit'n here think'n bout it, too many people think there ain't "nuttin to it" get'n my back fixed. Well, let me tell ya right now, there IS something to it. I got the MRI ya know an' what I see in that thing is a beat up old pick'em up truck with a bent frame, ball joints wore slap out....bunch of whiskey dents, broke winders....an' a dead battery. Get'n this close to my appointment, do'n further research....look'n at that pick'em up truck, I get'n them negative feel'ns again. It keeps me awake at night....see above.

I had so much company yesterday I didn't do a damn thing. But, I didn't make no plans to do nuttin anyhows. Well I did, but it will still be there tomorrow....or the next day. I don't believe in rush'n in to anything ya know, especially work. Hmmmmmm....is in to the same as into?