10 Or So Of My Favorite Eats

I am not quite sure if I have ten favorite eats…maybe less, might be more. But here is a list of stuff I love to fill my boiler with.

Rib-Eye steak from the grill. I don’t even need any side fixins with this chunk of bovine. About 5-7 minutes a side, and let the blood flow when I bite into it.

A-1 Sauce sandwich. Yup, I love the A-1! I can even swig it from the bottle in a hunger frenzy. A couple of slices of toasted wheat bread, and a healthy pour and I am off to the races. It also works great with a king size dinner roll. Just smash a hole into the roll, and fill with the sauce. Good times.

Grilled jalapenos stuffed with Habaneros peppers. This is a Hillbilly staple. Buy the biggest jalapenos you can get, crop the tops, and stuff the Habaneros in. Put in foil, add a copious amount of butter, and grill. This is insanely good, and hot to boot. Will leave you drooling uncontrollably.

Chocolate cake in a bowl of milk. So flippin good that there is nothing left to say but “give me more”!

Oysters; raw or grilled. Just put them in hot suace and get the party started.

Bacon and Mayo sandwich. Got to be on white bread.

Canned sardines in hot mustard sauce.

Cottage cheese mixed with A-1 sauce. Told you I love the A-1.

OK, I just have made myself to darn hungry to carry on. I am going to bust into my lunch pail right now and have some canned Mackeral and Thousand Island Dressing. No, I will not share. 🙂

Glad The Hillbilly Grew Up Pre-I.I.!

Earlier, I was sitting around shooting the breeze with a buddy who is a year older than me, and graduated from the same high school. While he is more of a “metro-billy,’ we still share many hard-core right values and beliefs. We were discussing the pit falls of, what I call, ” I.I. or “Instant Info.” Especially as it relates to the easy access of porn.

When we were in jr and sr high, we always joked about how we stayed up late the night before to watch Benny Hill in hopes of catching a quick view of a lady’s fun-bags. Sometimes we hit the jack pot when and old copy of Playboy was found in the school’s parking lot. My, how times have changed. Kids getting caught during the school day viewing porn on their phones. I don’t even want to think about what these kids say on social media sites, or what they do with pictures of themselves. Why I am no supporter of Islam, I can understand why many of theses Muslims consider our nation the great Satan.

I am so grateful to The Lord that this garbage was controlled during my youth. Yeah, there were the Adult Theaters, but they were always on the bad side of town, and the patrons kept a low profile. Now days, the theaters are in pockets and purses. The predatory pedophiles roam the net, and the streets, almost unnoticed.

I person can spend a lifetime trying to explain how this has ripped apart, and destroyed the moral fabric of our nation. But It will not change the fact that kids are under assault from this crap. I.I. has its pit falls. I feel sorry that many kids are not given the chance to be kids for a much longer period of time. So here is a big thanks to I.I., and the folks who abuse such a wonderful tool.

As always, God was right: There will be a time when Good is called Evil, and Evil is seen as Good. I sure miss my Atari and Pac-Man game days:(

Trials And Tribulations Of Being A Puppy Named Bill-Willy

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The top picture is Bill-Willy, his two siblings, and mother. The second photo is Bill-Willy with his battle scar. This poor little guy looks a lot worse than he feels. But with the promise of catfishing with me, and his brother all summer long, I think he will be just fine.

Big Friday Beer Fest: Big 80’s

Yup, beer and 80’s music!

Recent Observations By The Hillbilly

I just have to share a couple of classic, and hilarious things I have witnessed in the past few days. Thankfully, none of them are involve me, beer, and mud. So here they are:

Meth Head Broad riding a multiple speed bike, in first gear peddling a hundred miles wearing sweat pants, tank top, and no shoes. Oh, and she was riding down an overpass, so top speed was about 30 mph. In tweaker miles, it was a 108 mph!

Yellow hat, bright orange shirt, shorts, and shoes. This is what a guy was wearing yesterday on the driving range at the golf course. A couple of thoughts here: Gramps realizes he is of the age he can wear, and do anything he pleases. Two: He is in the California Department of Transportation Hall of Fame. ( These workers wear bright orange uniforms for those of you who are not living in Cali.) Three; he has been so emasculated that his wife now dresses him from head to toe. Thing is, Neon Gramps could pound whitey pretty good. He has a decent swing, so us fellow golfers won’t give him the business about his duds, just give him grief over the fact his wife does not allow him to wear his testicles anymore.

Cain And Able: B.W. And BillWilly

Unflippin believable!, just a few days after getting my boys home from the extended vet visit, the “Fight” lands BillWilly back in the hospital. No, BillWilly, all 10 pounds of him, was not fighting off intruders, no was he attacked by a rabid postman. Nope, that would be fine, but he picks a fight with B.W., and gets torn up. Really, torn up! B.W. tore his fur from his muscle! A perfect “V” shape of now flapping fur and skin hanging off of BillWilly’s front shoulder. As soon as I sent a photo to Dr. Rob via cellphone, yes, us 80’s guys are pretty tech savvy, he said to bring him in to get stitched up. Great, more of my money being spent on these boys.

It all started over them jockeying for seat position next to me during our weekend beer and bbq bash in the backyard. I was able to break that one up, without spilling my beer mind you. This past Monday, while lying on the floor watching Man vs Food, The Brother’s Brawl began. BillWilly started it by growling at B.W. over cushion position. It is always first come first serve, and if you move you lose. Well, BillWilly was giving B.W. the business because he felt B.W. was too close to his spot. B.W. was having none of this mess, and the brawl was on. By the time I pried B.W.’s choppers off of BillWilly, the damage was done. B.W. was spitting fur, and BillWilly was gushing blood. It was kind of “country music songesque”. All my years at my current occupation, and my college years bouncing, this fight ranks right up there with the best and messiest of them all.

So as I write this, BillWilly is laying in the hospital awaiting the surgical skills of D. Rob to patch him up. There ain’t a doubt in my dome, that he will be coming home and wearing the darn “Doggie Cone.” That stupid inverted lampshade that keeps a pup from licking their wounds. I think I need to wear one to keep me from licking my back pocket where I keep my money, because my bank account is about to flat-line:)

The Mystery Of Curb Couches

Since moving to the thriving metropolis of Modesto CA, met-head central, I have noticed a strange phenomena: worn out couches appearing on neighbor sidewalks! I spotted two of them this morning. Most of them are of the crush velvet variety, with an occasional ripped leather mixed in. Some of them look like they still have a few good years of backyard beer drinking service left in them. Heck, if I were a street bum, I would rig up some casters, and McGyver myself an R.V.

Whatever happened to just taking your junk to the dump? I guess we live in a society that figures if you can remove your problems from your house or yard, then problem solved.

Your Hillbilly At Work

This was the basketball game I covered in Jackson CA, at Argonaut High School. The officials were horrible and the school’s administration had little control over their crowd. Notice how the commentators place the blame on me. Start viewing at the 24:39 mark. I am the guy they call the AD, which I am not. And they also knock me for not sitting with our crowd. There were maybe ten of them. Bottom line, the refs were not qualified to work a playoff game, and the site administration did not control the crowd. Blame me? Sorry, take the collar for your own lack of abilities.

T Minus 49 And Counting

49 working days til summer vacation. And I can’t wait. Between almost losing my two pups to a virus, and all the budget issues at work, I need some fishing time! Then again, with cost of living rising, and the check decreasing, I just might end up working a part-time summer job.

Question is, who wants to hire a guy like me for a part-time summer job? What employer wants to invest in somebody who will only be working for a few months? Guess I could pick crops, or work for a canary. I bet I would be a popular guy working in the fields of Central Cali:)

Thin Lizzy

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