Wouldn't you know it

Ha, got the picture of the log bridge to load this morning. Click on it to make it bigger.

The National Park Service is wanting to close down our natural springs that many of us enjoy so much. Or so I’ve heard. It can’t be costing them much to keep that trail open, they are just plain getting cheap and don’t want to provide services to us that don’t make them money. What they do with the taxpayers money I don’t know.

Then last evening Helen called me to tell me that a man had drowned there. I did see a strange acting man there yesterday so I assumed that it might have been him. But it turns out that it was at Sol Duc Hot Springs, a commercial resort further West. The pools I go to are pretty small, it would be pretty hard to drown there, unless you wanted to. Or maybe stay in one too long and get heat stroke or something. If they close them I will just put in a hot tub, but still go for hikes in the park to get out of town.

Meldonna ….. New Orleans is just a party town with a large population of dead beats. It’s only real function of any value is as a port. But like a man told me, move the town to higher ground, and have a rail and bus link to the port and let nature have the rest of it back. Something that logical makes sense to me.

Seattle is cool, if you can take big towns, I liked it when I lived there, but I was young and resilient back then. Come to think of it, I was also pretty damn stupid. And I’m still just a country hick. Seattle has lots of interesting things, but it doesn’t mean that I have to experience them anymore. And the traffic here is getting bad enough.

How about jokes
A good looking biker stops by the Harley shop to have his bike fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home.
On the way home, he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and an anvil. Next, he stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, he now had a problem, how to carry all of his purchases home.
The owner said, "Put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand."
"Hey, thanks!" the biker said, and out the door he went.
But in the parking lot, he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?"
The biker said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane. Let's take my short cut and go down this alley. We'll be there in no time."
The little old lady looked him over cautiously, then said, "I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me against the wall, pull up my skirt, and ravish me?"
The biker said, "Holy smokes, Lady! I'm carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?"
The lady said, "Silly! Just set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens."

Quotes
"It takes time to raise children. I know, I have two myself. That's plenty. Mine are twins, though. Both of them. They're awfully cute. I can't think of their names. They don't come when I call them anyway." - Victor Borge

"God help the man who won't marry until he finds a perfect woman, and God help him still more if he finds her." - Benjamin Tillett

"I wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific." – Lily Tomlin

"In Florida a 96-year-old woman is running for mayor. When asked if she knew who she was running against, she said, 'Time.'" - Conan O'Brien

"Labor Day is a glorious holiday because your child will be going back to school the next day. It would have been called Independence Day, but that name was already taken." -Bill Dodds

Cute little stories
In the small, family-owned electronics store in Spokane, Wash., where I work, we often get folks from out of town whose idioms are a little different from our own. One day, after parking her car across the street in an attended lot, a young woman came in. She made her purchase and then asked, "Do you give validation?" Without batting an eye, my manager replied, "You are an excellent person, and I love your hair."

A fisherman accidentally left his day's catch under the seat of a bus. The next evening's newspaper carried an ad: "If the person who left a bucket of fish on the No.47 bus would care to come to the garage, you can have the bus."

Stella !!! Where are you? Give us a break from M. D. He’s become a blathering fool.
http://swiftspeech.blogspot.com/

Darn, can’t put it off, I will have to go to work today. I have to learn to say ‘no’ more.

Sunday Evening

Frigging Blog Spot, isn't posting the picture I'm talking about in here. $%&%^@

I had a wonderful trip to the hot springs this morning, and I’m sure that you are all just dying to hear all about it. :-)

First, I want to re-post part of something I posted on 7/30/2006, as I looked for it today, but didn’t see it. I tried doing it in bold print but that isn't working either, *&^%#

[On the way back to the truck I was of course busy with thoughts a million miles away when I happened for some reason look at the side of the trail and there, written using small pine cones, was the word HELLO! So I gathered up more pine cones and added 'I LOVE U.']

Moving on, I saw more grouse today than I ever have on the way up, two of them followed for a short distance and I talked to them. You cross four creeks on the way to the springs. The first one you walk across rocks to cross, the second one is about the half way point and is small and goes through a culvert.

The third one has a log bridge across it, about twenty feet long, picture in this post. I took a spoiled brat city girl from Atlanta up there last summer and for a few minutes it seemed that there was no way she was going to cross it, but she finely did. The forth bridge is very nice and a no brainer.

A song kept going through my mind up there. Welcome to my world. In the pool another one popped into my head (yeah, I know, I have a weird head). Laughing and drinking and having a party (as I drank a beer).

My favorite pool is about twenty feet higher than the trail and has a good view of the trail and I like to watch the trail for others, just to wave and say Hi, or in case I want to stand up and flash them. LOL. So I went to the one I call the lovers pool, it is about thirty feet higher than the trail, private, and the brush obscures a good view of the trail, but you can see a little of it.

I was in the pool for an hour and was just finishing dressing when a couple about thirty came up the trail. I called to them that I was getting ready to leave and they could use this one so they came up. It was a nice young couple about thirty from Vancouver, British Columbia. They told me their names but I didn’t write them down in my notes.

He told me that they wanted to share the first pool they came to with another couple that was already there, but the couple didn’t want that. Shoot I always like to meet new people and chat. They where taking their clothes off and she had gotten down to a swim suit when I said "I will share a pool with anyone as long as they don’t mind that I’m naked." So she took her suit off also. Ah, to be thirty and have a nice body again. I stood there and talked to them for about ten minutes about hot springs in their area, and places we have been and lived. Nice couple.

On the way back I stopped at bridge number three (picture) to sit on a log and eat my two pudding snacks and enjoy the sound of the creek, and rest the knee I hurt last month, later down the trail I napped by the side of the trail for a while. By the time I got back to the truck my knee was really bitching, "I’ll make you pay for doing this to me you son of a bitch." But I don’t care, it’s all good.

This afternoon I got the modifications completed on the scooter carburetor and took it for a test run. Seventy miles to the gallon is going to be nice. Hey, hold your hand up if you have ever had blue light sex. Or been surrounded by any color of light, has that ever happened to you?

When I got home I had an email from the village idiot. I had sent him an email saying that I had removed him from my address book and wouldn’t be sending him anymore emails because they where a waste of my time. If he won’t play on my blog I just don’t have time for the idiot. Start quoting the bible to me and I wander off into the wild blue yonder because I didn’t tell anyone to write that book, ninety-nine percent of it anyway.

If you want to see a picture of the log brige provide me with an email address, or not.
Have a good evening everyone. BBC

Sunday morning

Go paint, hike to the hot springs. Go paint, hike to the hot springs. Go paint, hike to the hot springs.

Why am I even having this conversation with myself, am I an idiot for having such a conversation with myself? No need for you to answer. LOL … Okay, I’ll knock that nonsense off and go to the hot springs today.

I’ve written about one trip to the hot springs….
Sept. 1, 2005
A Journey to
The Elwha Hot Springs. (Actually they are the Olympic Hot Springs, but you go up the Elwha river to get to them) By Billy B. Cook.

Having heard about the Elwha Hot Springs for years I went there for the first time last month with a friend and upon our return to 'civilization I proclaimed it to be like heaven up there. Mostly because there is no road into the place and you have to hike to it, that keeps a lot of people from going there and screwing the place up and commercializing it.

So I decided to go again yesterday, be at one with the universe, and here are a few facts and interesting notes about my journey. Well, interesting to me anyway.

It's a 21.7 mile drive from my home to the parking lot, then a 2.3 mile (one hour) walk to the Hot Springs. A park pass is ten bucks but I now have a Golden Age Pass so it's nothing for me and anyone with me, age brings a few advantages.

On the way to the springs I was thinking that it is the kind of area like where I came from in Eastern Washington and there should be grouse here. Sure enough, soon one walked across the trail about ten feet in front of me acting as if I wouldn't be thinking about having it for lunch. Lucky grouse as I wasn't packing a weapon.

Further on I thought I heard a rustle just off the trail and looked that way to see a bear following me, now a bear is something to worry about when it's only about twenty feet away. I hollered HEY !! and waved my hat around some and kept walking, but keeping a sharp eye on my back.
And then............ And then........... It.......It..... wasn't seen again.

Arrived at the pools at 9:00 AM and checked them all out and settled on the one used last time as the best one, it's about twenty feet higher than the trail and pretty private. Spent an hour and a half in it, what luxury to be in such a peaceful beautiful place in a warm pool of mineral water being at one with the universe. I could live there.

The day before a friend gave me a book "The WORST-CASE SCENARIO Survival Handbook" So sitting in the pool I first read what to do around bears and I had pretty much done the right thing. Maybe old forgotten training had me do the right thing.

No cell phone signal in that area so a person is definitely dis-connected from the rest of the world and that is just fine with me. As a youth I spent a lot of time in the mountains of Northern Idaho and often was away from home for a week so I'm okay wandering around in them. Picture a skinny fifteen year old kid in old clothes with a bag of rag tag items, maybe a little food, a blanket and a fishing pole and that would be me.

I've purchased a back pack and have equipped it with what I think I might need on day trips, or if by some chance I get stuck overnight somewhere as I plan on going to the springs as often as I can make an excuse to go. I went early so I was the only one at the springs but passed others on their way up there on my return down the trail.

Not that I would mind if others where there, I note that only nice and peaceful (mostly)people bother to go to places like that. There isn't even any litter in the area. But by 12:20 I was back in 'Civilization. A word I'm not sure is correct.
Billy B. Cook. SAA

Meldonna ….. Way back when the man that started New Orleans wanted to build there he was told by engineers not to, but he did anyway. Seattle isn’t the same as New Orleans, at least they built Seattle up instead of building a seawall. It doesn’t matter how many generations someone was somewhere. Staying stubborn and stupid is still just staying stubborn and stupid. Nature needs the use of that area, just as she needs the Amazon rain forest to keep this planet alive and working properly. Just how much do you think man can keep screwing with nature and keep getting away with it? There is some risk in living anywhere, but stupid is still stupid. Or lets put it this way, had I been born there I wouldn’t have been stupid enough to have stayed there. I’m a citizen of a planet, not a place.

Hey, check out the neat map at this blog.
http://ptcruiser292.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-more-things-to-love-about-canada.html


A funny quote
I can win an argument on any topic, against any opponent. People know this, and steer clear of me at parties. Often, as a sign of their great respect they don't even invite me. - Dave Barry

Sat. Evening

The bubble machine
The bubble machine worked to well, at the peace rally I put it on the top of my pickup and turned it on and for fifteen minutes it literally rained bubbles. Millions of them (seems like). So I had to remove two of the wands and do some other tinkering to calm it down. But all in all, it's pretty darn cool. :-)

Phil Ochs was a U.S. protest singer back in the sixty’s. At the peace rally a few weeks back Ric played a tape by him. One song was about nuclear war, it was very interesting. I mentioned this at a ladies blog and another lady asked me to try to find out who it was.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_Ochs

I don’t know the name of the song but here is a collection of most of his lyrics, although I don’t see the lyrics of that song in there. I haven’t been able to talk to Ric to ask him the name of it. He wrote some interesting songs though.
http://web.cecs.pdx.edu/~trent/ochs/lyrics.html

More on compassion
There is only so much compassion in any one person. One soul just can’t have compassion for every cause, every problem, it would put them in a straight jacket. So I choose my compassion’s. I choose to fret over thirty thousand people dying of starvation everyday, or all those getting killed in wars. Most of them are real victims of the greed of others. The people of New Orleans are only victims in the sense that they are victims of their own stubbornness and stupidity for insisting on living in a place they shouldn’t be living. I won’t allow anyone to slight me on my thinking, Einstein would have thought the same, think higher people.

There is an idiot in my village, no, besides me you idiot. Hell, I’m just your average run of the mill idiot like the rest of you. No way you say, tell us it isn’t true. Sigh, but it is true, this man is a real nut case, much like the one in your village I suppose. No, I don’t mean you, but if the shoe fits…..

Writing about the village idiot isn't working for me. Trying to put it all down in a well integrated and understandable way in text is just making my head hurt. So here is all I have to say about him.

This man has always been a few bubbles off of plumb it seems, and many things make him paranoid. For example, not long after meeting him he mentioned that he would like to learn to use computers. Being as he is around sixty I didn’t think that was a bad idea so I took him one of my extra ones so he could at least do some word processing as he reads and writes a lot. I don’t recall the exact chain of events, certainly not from his point of view anyway, but he soon decided that I had rigged the computer to watch him in his room, because of something I had said to him in an email as I recall. Hell, it wasn’t even hooked up to a phone line, I had taken him to the library and taught him how to use the Internet and Yahoo email there.

Soon it was requested that I come and get my computer out of his place. Well, his Mommies place as he still lives with her. And his Daddy of course, but his Daddy thinks that he is an idiot so I don’t think they get along so well. When I got there to pick it up he had it unplugged, and a towel was draped over the monitor so that it couldn’t spy on him. I thought it was rather amusing.

He reads everything, from the study of all the religions and politics, to all the conspiracy stories and theories. Actually, reading so much is his whole downfall. His brain no longer belongs to him, it is just a big confused mess. Einstein was right, at some point in time you have to stop reading and start thinking for yourself.

He thinks that he has become educated and is super intelligent, where the rest of us are just idiots. He has become so damn smart that he works in a pizza parlor, being above any skilled jobs ya know. And I’ll just bet that he often thinks his employer and half of the crew is plotting against him. Sabotaging things to make him look bad and cause more work for him, that’s what happened at the last job.

He thinks that he is the one with the plan that is going to save the world, but you will never hear from him. Well, I suppose that you know a man like him in your village. Have a good evening all. BBC

Crude and Simple

This picture shows just how crude and simple my bubble machine is. But I don't care, it makes LOTS of bubbles. And the only cost was for small bottles of bubble soap so I could get the wands that came with them. Wands are hard to make even though they look simple, it's all the little grooves in them that make them work well.

Damn Blog Spot, I’m having trouble leaving comments at other folks blogs today.

Nick: My first beer? I was about fifteen I guess, we where camping out on the back lot. Swiped some homemade beer from a neighbor. Drank it all, just when we where turning in my brother pissed in one of the bottles. When Steve woke up in the morning he was thirsty and spied that bottle. The rest is history. LOL

As for your being unhappy with where you are at, you don’t have to be. I quit a good job and moved here in 98 after a dream. With a 1971 Ford pickup and an equally old camper on it, and just a few hundred dollars. Okay, it did take me all summer to move as I had a lot of stuff in Montana to get over here, I wasn’t letting all my tools and equipment stay there.

And I’m not a bit sorry, I’ve had some very interesting experiences since moving here. I know that others new to this blog don’t have time to go back and read all of my posts, but if they did, they would understand this strange journey better. There are more problem women in this area than I’ve ever seen before, but maybe it’s just because I have changed and am not willing to spoil them rotten anymore.

As for running, you should see the wonderful trail we are making here, I helped build and rebuild some of the bridges and things. When it is complete it will be hundreds of miles long with links to all sorts of other trails and beautiful points of interest.
https://www.cityofpa.us/parkrec-waterftrail.htm

Sometimes you just have to jump off the cliff and learn to fly on the way down my friend. I did, I moved here on faith alone. And there is room for one more good person here, you may not find happiness but you would be unhappy in a beautiful area. LOL…. I have my moments of happiness everyday, it’s all good, even the struggles. Where it not for them I wouldn’t know when I was happy, there wouldn’t be anything to gauge it by.

Some folks don’t understand why I don’t have a lot of compassion for the folks in New Orleans. Well, because I look at the bigger world picture, not at some Americans whining because they got in trouble for living somewhere they shouldn’t be living in the first place. They don’t have it that bad there compared to my seeing thirty thousand people a day dying of starvation everyday. Americans sure whine a lot.

I’ve lived through things like that, for one, the big earthquake in Alaska in 64. Life went on, we all got together and made things work and put our lives back together again, it wasn’t any big deal. If they rebuild there, and they will, they will expect the rest of you to pay for it. And if they get wiped out again they will expect you to have ‘compassion’ for them again. And pay out tax dollars to help them again. It’s just hard for me to have compassion at times when people keep insisting on doing stupid things. No one there is starving to death, look at the bigger picture folks.

I haven’t seen much in the main stream news about the big drive on the Internet to impeach Bush, but did notice a fair amount of ads promoting supporting your government and America. So, it looks like they are still winning and beating the rest of us down. Need to get some chores done before going to the peace rally. Have a good day everyone. BBC

Bloom County

http://news.yahoo.com/comics/bloomcounty

Bubble machine

Good evening all

Cyndy Lu …. Okay sweetie-pie, maybe you where just having a bad day, or ten. Hugs.

Bubble machine
%$#@*& Blogger, I’ve been trying to post a picture of the bubble blowing machine I just made. I’ll try again another time. It isn’t really done yet, should make it pretty, but I just had to try it out this evening. It sure makes lots of bubbles. :-) When I want to make something I just wander around here until I find the things I think I can make work. Found a small 120 volt squirrel cage blower, a 27.6 volt DC motor out of a printer carriage. A power supply with different settings on it to run the DC motor at different speeds (turns out that three volts is just right).

A Tupperware type dish cut in half for the soap to set in, made a spool to hold the four wands on my lathe, and used a rubber band for a belt to turn it. A few pieces of wood and presto, a bubble machine. It will run off of a 100 watt inverter on my truck so I’m using it at the peace rally tomorrow. We’s a gonna make lots of bubbles tomorrow. Next I will dig out a 12 volt blower to make another one, and then I won’t have to use an inverter.

Conspiracy Theories
It seems like every time something happens that there are dozens, maybe hundreds, of people that dream up conspiracy theories about those events. And they write books, and hundreds of thousands of people buy those books and read them. And then run amok saying "You gotta read this book, or that book, or these books." It seems like there are dozens of them out about 9/11.
No I don’t, I hear enough out of their babbling’s to get all I need out of those books, mostly the conclusion that these folks are now babbling fools. I’m only interested in one conspiracy. My conspiracy to have sex with the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society. Lacking that, one of her sorority sisters.

I’m still writing about the Village Idiot, it takes time as I have to go paint between naps. He won’t get on my blog and make comments, you folks might tear him a new butt hole and he isn’t up to that. So he uses the excuse that my blog is a piece of crap. But he does send me emails and I love that, gives me yet another chance to tell him what an idiot he is. It’s the little things in life that bring me joy you know.

Here are some of the things he said in an email this morning. As if we didn’t already know all this. (He doesn’t drink, and has read so many books that his brain no longer belongs to him, is in fact just a scrambled mess)

"History is full of such people; Ullyses S. Grant was an alcoholic who failed at everything he tried to do. Finally, he got a chance to prove himself in the Civil War, and the rest is history."
"Einstein was a third class customs official."
"Ho Chi Minh was a prep cook at the Waldorf Astoria in NY City."
"Stalin was a jailed bank robber, (how's that for a resume' !)."
"Mao was an assistant librarian and later a guerrilla leader who stood a great chance of being killed numerous times."
"Edison was a minor railroad employee who got fired."
"Lincoln was a young rural hick from Kentucky with no education."
"Sam Adams was a distillery owner with a grudge against the British."
"Thomas Paine was a ne'er do well with no future."
"Washington was a failed rebel leader with a price on his head and on the run."
"So was Jefferson."
"As for myself; the old system we have had since the 1790's is shot, we need a new system and I have it. -(Build a better mouse trap and the world will beat a path to your door). -Bill B."

Yes, his name is Bill also, spare me the pain of reminding me of that though. Here is part of my reply to him.

"No they won't, all those other men went down in history because they where out there making noise and getting involved. The world is ran by those that are involved. You just cower around in the shadows and no one knows you exist. And the few that do, think you are an idiot, yup, you're the village idiot."

Ah, the little joys. Anyway, these people that don’t drink and think that they are more holy than those that do, just plain irritate me. Nothing wrong with a little booze to help keep your less than perfect brain in better running order. And if we drink a little too much some times and maybe say or do something stupid, at least we have the booze for an excuse. Those that don’t drink and say or do stupid things, well, they must just be natural idiots, like Bush for example, as I understand it he has always been an idiot. I don’t really trust people that don’t drink some, and I have plenty of reasons not too.

The little bitsy spider went up the waterspout. Lots of cute rhymes and little stories for kids aren’t there? But adults need cute rhymes and little stories also.

The Isty Bitsy Pussy
Went down on Peter Stout
And nine months later
Squirted out a little sprout.

Boy, I hope she has him spayed. LOL

The eleven dollar roller
People with more money than they deserve have different perspectives than I do. So of course I like to screw with their brains. I went to a place to do some painting one-day and the man had a whole bag of paint rollers from the dollar store. Nothing wrong with them, they are good rollers. He was real proud of his purchase and told me that I could just toss the roller at the end of the day instead of cleaning it out. In theory I can’t disagree with that, it takes time to clean a roller. Only I wrap them in plastic to use more the next day. Then when I’m done with the job I toss them.

I wasn’t going to just toss one at the end of the shift so when I got ready to go home I spent ten minutes scraping all the paint I could out of it on the lip of the can. Then I spent twenty minutes at his kitchen sink cleaning every single paint molecule out of it that I could. That’s when he walked in and asked me what I was doing.
I said that I had just cleaned the roller. He said "But I told you to just toss them." I said "I know, but you don’t understand, you are rich and I get paid by the hour, so it’s not about you, it’s about ME, and people like me making money off of you. So now you have an eleven dollar roller." It’s fun to stand there watching them while the little brain cells in their little brains have little hissy fits trying to figure out what I just said.

Have things like that gotten me fired before? Yeah, but who gives a fuck? Hey, are we really supposed to care what Tom Cruise’s kids first shit looks like? Bronze a turd, now I’d seen the height of insanity, or have I? Have a wonderful evening. BBC

You know what is weird? Feeling like I have to brush my teeth. The ones that aren’t there. I should have asked for them, then I could take the little fellows out of their little pouch and brush them.

And I got some solid food yesterday, had a pancake for breakfast, mashed it to death between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Went to Reggie’s (Beer Church) last night for free bingo and had an order of little smokies, it took me about an hour to get them down. I mauled them to death on the one small part of my upper gum where my four front teeth have been pulled ten years ago. I pretended they where nipples. LOL

Don’t tell Mother I’m blogging and trying to make a world a better place, she thinks I’m at the whorehouse.

I’m painting in a fancy home, a colonial design, I really like that home and would like to own it if I was willing to lower my standards again. But I don’t live in fancy homes anymore. I do a lot of painting in fancy homes, they require someone that doesn’t just slap paint around. Attention to detail and a study hand (about half a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps) on complex trim and straight lines is very important.

The folks that own this home are very nice people and I work as I please, three or four hours at a time, but some homeowners are assholes. They think it should only take two hours to paint a complex room. Hell, after the first two hours I’m just barley done with my first nap and a shower.

I’m still writing about the village idiot, will post it soon. I think I will put a window in the bottom of my door. So the cats can see out, or in. Maybe that will keep them off of my shelf where my aloe vera plants and other things are. Yeah, right.

The End is Near!
Turn Yourself Around NowBefore it's Too Late!

As a car sped past them, the driver yelled, "Leave us alone, you religious nuts!"
From the curve they heard screeching tires and a big splash. The priest turns to the pastor and asks, "Do you think the sign should just say "Bridge Out"?

BTW

I am not going too screech for impeachment on Sept.1 like many sites will be doing. Not that I wouldn’t approve of it, just that I don’t see it happening, so I’m going to carry on with my usual carrying on. But I love you all for trying, and I thank you for trying.

Impeachment wouldn’t get rid of the idiot anyway, I respectfully suggest that you drill the son of a bitch into the ground with an airplane, yup, I think that might do it. :-) BBC

Evening post

Something of interest I found on the web.

Native Americans considered all living beings as brothers and sisters that had much to teach including squirrels. These small creatures taught them to work in harmony with the cycles of nature by conserving for the winter months during times when food was plentiful. In our modern world, squirrels remind us to set aside a portion of our most precious resources as an investment in the future. Though food and money certainly fall into this category, they are only some of the ways our energy is manifested. We can conserve this most valuable asset by being aware of the choices we make and choosing only those that nurture and sustain us. This extends to the natural resources of our planet as well, using what we need wisely with the future in mind.
Saving and conservation are not acts of fear but rather affirmations of abundance yet to come. Squirrels accept life's cycles, allowing them to face winters with the faith that spring will come again. Knowing that change is part of life, we can create a safe space, both spiritually and physically, that will support us in the present and sustain us in the future. This means not filling our space with things, or thoughts, that don't serve us. Without hoarding more than we need, we keep ourselves in the cyclical flow of life when we donate our unwanted items to someone who can use them best. This allows for more abundance to enter our lives, because even squirrels know a life of abundance involves more than just survival.

Squirrels use their quick, nervous energy to enjoy life's adventure. They are great communicators, and by helping each other watch for danger, they do not allow worry to drain them. Instead, they allow their curious nature to lead the way, staying alert to opportunities and learning as they play. Following the example set by our squirrel friends, we are reminded to enjoy the journey of life's cycles as we plan and prepare for a wonderful future, taking time to learn and play along the way.

Mrs. Gods Country

http://www.nps.gov/olym/

I live next to a large national park. I can see some of the mountains from my place, there are wonderful hot springs in the area and the sound to explore on. The weather here is mild year around and it’s green all the time. Rain, yes, but not so much where I live, just enough to keep things pretty. Seldom is there snow in town, but there can be a lot on the mountains. Yup, I live in Mrs. Gods country.

God is great

Hi there !! Good morning !! So hell in the hell are you today?

These kittens are a hoot. They think that I’m God. I’m big, I’m loving and take care of them, I’m full of magic, I must be God. Their food dish is empty and I fill it, the water dish is low so I fill it as they watch me, it is so magical to them.

They watch me and say "Oh God you are so great, but we’re going to fuck with you anyway." Cats put everything in perspective.

And kittens, they are trying to figure everything out. To a kitten I’m about fifteen stories high, but they’ve gotten used to it. If I lay on the floor at their level it kind of freaks them out. But I’m sure they will get over it and have me for lunch one day.

On her blog, http://iamsorryworld.blogspot.com/
azgoddess said... bbc - what is mrs god's country? never heard that term before...

Oh, I’m sure you have Hon, you just don’t recall it is all. We learned lots of things as children that we have mostly forgotten. Go back in time to before the ‘enlightened’ people gave you their stupid gods and you see Goddess, or Mrs. God all over the place.

So I don’t see myself as living in God’s country, but Mrs. Gods country. Part of her is Mother Nature, she created all this, not God. God just lives here is all, but it isn’t mine, she can take me out in a heartbeat. Call it Pagan if you like, but that works for me. New Age is just Old Age better understood. And the ‘enlightened’ people can go to hell as they are tearing this world apart.

Hey, you’re more a part of Goddess than I am, why don’t you look deep within yourself and tell me about it. I miss Cleopatra, now there was a Goddess. A modern age one would not be the same as her, but in her time she was a pretty decent Goddess that took good care of her people.

Cyndy Lu…… Oh Cyndy Lu….. We sure would like to see you …. With a blog. :-)
Or….. Being as I Googled your handle, are you Female, 31 years old, in East Orange, NEW JERSEY, United States?

Coming soon to a blog near you, The Village Idiot, like the one in your village. Stay tuned for more exciting adventures of God, the idiot that knows an even bigger idiot.

Remember everyone, dance like tomorrow will never come, and love like it will never hurt.

Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.

This guy's wife had recently died and she was being buried. The man was sobbing and was being consoled by his friends. "Don't worry, Pal, in time you will meet a beautiful lady who will make you happy." "I know, I know," he replied, "But what am I gonna do tonight?"

Love and Peace and all that shit. BBC

What the heck

I can do two, or ten posts, if I want to.

Soft food
The last time I stopped by to visit with Jan for a bit the sweetie-pie gave me some real funky looking potatoes. They are all twisted and knotted and such, I mashed some up yesterday, and made some soft scrambled eggs. Not bad for just a few days after having my teeth pulled, and much better than canned soup and pudding. But I still haven't gotten any requests for gumming nipples. LOL. Not that I want to gum just any nipples you know.

The dentist said that the stitches me put in my mouth would self dissolve in about ten days. Yeah, or I would pull the irritating bastards out in four.

As I was a motivating over the hill I spotted Maybeline in a coupe de ville. Cadillac rolling on the open road but nothing el’ out run my V-8 Ford. ........

O’ hum. I’m just keeping you idiots busy so that you’re not out screwing something else up. LOL

Just jokes today

Jesus & the Redneck
An Irishman in a wheelchair entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Irishman looked across the restaurant and asked, "Is that Jesus sitting over there?"The waitress nodded "yes," so the Irishman told her to give Jesus a cup of coffee on him.

The next patron to come in was an Englishman with a hunched back. He shuffled over to a booth, painfully sat down, and asked the Waitress for a cup of hot tea. He also glanced across the restaurant and asked, "Is that Jesus over there?"The waitress nodded, so the Englishman said to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, "My treat."

The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Redneck on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down and hollered, "Hey there, sweet thang How's about getting me acold glass of Coke! !" He, too, looked across the restaurant and asked, "Is that God's boy over there?"The waitress once more nodded, so the Redneck said to give Jesus a cold glass of Coke, "On my bill."

As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Irishman, touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed." The Irishman felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and danced a jig out the door.

Jesus also passed by the Englishman, touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed." The Englishman felt his back straightening up, and he raised his hands, praised the Lord and did a series of back flips out the door.Then Jesus walked towards the Redneck. The Redneck jumped up and yelled, "Don't touch me...I'm drawin' disability."

After several months of ill-health, an old man finally musters up the courage to see his doctor for a complete check-up. He gets to the doctor's office, after which, the doctor runs a number of standard tests. After a couple of hours, the doctor comes back, and just barely able to look the old man in the eye, he says: "I'm afraid I have some very bad news...you're dying, and you don't have much time left."

"That's terrible!" says the man. "'How bad is it, Doc? How long have I got?" "Ten," the doctor replies, shaking his head. "Ten?" the man asks. "Ten what? Months? Weeks? What do you mean?" The doctor looks at him sadly. Then he looks at his watch. "Nine."

Mr. & Mrs. God loves chickens

http://minou-in-france.blogspot.com/
She gets it, understands that she is Goddess in evolution. Doesn’t understand the nuts and bolts of it all, but at least she gets it. Being Goddess and God, that must be hard for a woman to figure out and work through. All men have to ponder on is the God part. Good thing, men shouldn’t try to ponder on more than one thing at a time, what with them being short a few brain cells. I have to get in touch with my feminine side to understand it all better.

In her recent post she talks about her chickens. God loves chicken’s, so does Mrs. God. They know their place here and they don’t go off screwing other things up. Well, they may not know that many of them might become buffalo wings at an NFL game, or tasty treats at a picnic, but maybe that is for the best. If they knew, they would stay far away from humans.

Chickens do exactly what they are here to do, hardwired to do. Survive, procreate, be a part of the food chain. Well, maybe they don’t like that part so much, but I don’t think they spend a lot of time thinking about it.

But they really dig the procreate and sex part, chickens get it. I’m talking about farm chickens here, not those poor caged birds. That old rooster, he struts around the chicken yard looking for a hen to jump on, and when he spies her he just jumps right on. They must really dig all that, the whole yard cheers it all on.

That old rooster, he just struts around crowing "I poked her, I poked her." And she’s a cackling "I got poked, I got poked." And much of the rest of the flock join in with things like "Oh joy !! He got a poke, she got poked, what fun, this sex thing is fun." They don’t have hang-ups and worry about morals in a chicken coop do they?

And all the younger chickens are bouncing around saying "This is fun, this is fun, when is our turn?" Yeah, chickens get it.

When humans started naming things maybe they should have called chickens pussy’s, and cats assholes, they even sound like assholes when sexing, or something like that. Yup, Mr. and Mrs. God really like those itsy bitsy parts of themselves. Chickens get it. :-)

Dear Gods

I’m making an evening post because, well, because I can. :-)

Dear:
Christian God (s)
Allah (or who ever in the hell you are)
Buddha (you freak)
And the rest of you nut cases.

We do not wish to show you any disrespect but we have an isty bitsy request for you. Your nonsense is still spreading insanities through the lands and we would like it to stop. So here is our simple request that we hope you will honor. Please remove your goddamn selves the hell off our planet.

We don’t care how you do it, slit your throats, jump off of high buildings, shoot each other (but leave the rest of us alone), blow yourselves up if you wish. But just do it. Or we will start laughing you off the planet, and mocking you at every turn.

YOU ARE DISTURBING THE FUCKIN’ CHICKENS !!!

Thank you.
Love and Peace.
Mr. & Mrs. God

Caution/Beware

Caution….. Beware….. Avoid the humans at all costs….. Be afraid….. Very afraid.

Huge post
I know that not all of you may struggle to the end of this long post, but a few of you might. The fun stuff is mixed in with the serious stuff.

Two deep comics to mull over today.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/9chickweedlane
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/candorville

Did you know that many non-living things have a gender? For example:
1) Ziploc Bags -- They are Male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.
2) Copiers -- They are Female, because once turned off, it takes a while to warm them up again. It's an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons are pushed.
3) Tire -- Male, because it goes bald and it's often over-inflated.
4) Hot Air Balloon -- Male, because, to get it to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under it and, of course, there's the hot air component.
5) Sponges -- Female, because they're soft, squeezable and retain water.
6) Web Page -- Female, because it's always getting hit on.
7) Subway -- Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up.
8) Hourglass -- Female, because over time, the weight can shift to the bottom.
9) Hammer -- Male, because it hasn't changed much over the last 5,000 years, but it's handy to have around.
10) Remote Control -- Female. Ha! You thought it'd be male. But consider this -- it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying.

Jews
In yesterday’s post I linked to a site where Anonymous said... "Bassem, after reading some of these nutcase Jews responding to your blog, I know more than ever that the Jews are the scum of history.

Ramses II, the Romans, the Arabs of the Conquest, Western Christians from the spread of Christianity to Europe through the Renaissance, Martin Luther, (read his On the Jews and their Lies), Hitler, the Palestinians--all knew what what evil these people bear in their birth.

The Jews are a human virus. Wherever they go, whatever they do--they are despised, and rightly so. They covet. Their recent acquisition of the United States will, hopefully, be its downfall.

I ask the Jew: why are you so hated? It is because you are so good? So misunderstood? So loved by humanity in different times and different peoples? You are hated because you covet. That you killed Jesus is perhaps your only redeeming grace.

Jew, do you think you are liked in America? Does the glutton Jerry Falwell love you because you are god's people? And Hagee, another glutton, the same. Pat Robertson, the senile soldier of Israel, loves you as much as these other dimwit flatearther evangelicals.

They will delight when your flesh burns off your bones. That they have changed their tune about the Jew in the past few decades means they can adapt.

But, Jew, Palestine will indeed be returned to the Palestinians, and Hizbullah, did not, as the Jew of the Holocaust, open the doors of the trains to enter. Hizbullah fought, fought valiantly, and won just as excellently.

History has not come to an end, but you, Jew, you will be the victims of history, lo it takes centuries to end you and your coveting ways."

Interesting, I haven’t studied the Jewish religion all that much, and I’m not going to start now as I see no point in studying religions that clearly have insanity’s in them. But I think that the man that posted that comment is a might confused. There are many that are greedy and covet, not just Jews. I doubt that there are anymore Jews in America (per population) practicing capitalism and greed than there are Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Atheists, and Agnostics. Greed and coveting knows no boundaries, it’s a human condition. I think Capitalists is a more appropriate term than Jew.

A young American tourist goes on a guided tour of a creepy old castle. At the end of the tour the guide asks her how she enjoyed it. She admits to being a bit worried about seeing a ghost in some of the dark cobwebby rooms and passages.
"Don't worry" says the guide, "I've never seen a ghost all the time I've been here."
"How long is that?" asks the girl.
"About three hundred years."

Itsy Bitsy God
Itsy bitsy god, pretty much describes what each of you are. It’s also a blog handle, she is an athiest, her itsy bitsy god is her little dog. Cute blog.
http://itsybitsygod.blogspot.com/
I left the following comment there.
BBC said...
Yeah, I'm here. But I'm just as itsybitsy as you are. Sad, but that is how things are on this planet. You don't have to believe in me, but I still believe in you. BBC

A buddy of mine was telling me about his recent trip to confession.
"It was surreal," he said. "I went into the confessional and said, 'forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been two weeks since my last confession and in that time I've been impatient with my wife and children.'

The priest issued a penance of 5 Our Fathers and absolved me. I was so shocked," he said, "that I blurted, 'Wow, Father, that's a nice, light penance.' The priest said, "Well, it's not like you were butt-fucking."

Vices/Virtues
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.

Hate no one; hate their vices, not themselves.

The greatest minds are capable of the greatest vices as well as of the greatest virtues.

What luck for rulers that men do not think.

Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.

There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it.

Far from idleness being the root of all evil, it is rather the only true good.

Never be entirely idle; but either be reading, or writing, or praying or meditating or endeavoring something for the public good.

How to spook a woman
It’s easy to spook a woman, just tell you love her. Not long after you meet her, it really freaks them out. Believe me, I’ve experienced this a lot. Too many women have a sort of sickness in them. They don’t want to talk about love until they have been to bed with you, and then they get this sick attachment to you that they think must be love.

The people who vote decide nothing. The people who count the votes decide everything. - Josef Stalin. (It seems that some folks in America think this is still true, it might be)

Rabble, n. In a republic, those who exercise a supreme authority tempered by fraudulent elections. -Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary

I haven’t tried this with glycerine yet, found it on the web at, http://parents.berkeley.edu/advice/playing/bubblerecipe.html
Try this recipe for soap bubbles 1/2 cup Joy or Dawn liquid detergent; 5 cups water and 2 tablespoons glycerine (from the pharmacy; it makes the bubbles stronger).

I do know this, I have some Joy here so I mixed up some and it makes wonderful bubbles. And this, warm bubble soap works better than cold bubble soap. The kittens are a bit confused by them so it’s fun to tease them with them. I’ve mentioned this before but the record for keeping a soap bubble alive is 341 days.

You know, I often get more and better wisdom, love, insights, and such, out of the comics than I do out of the news.

Positive
There is one positive thing about me, and you, being on the Internet so much. We aren’t harming the planet in other ways.

Most say U.S. isn't ready for disaster
WASHINGTON - Their confidence shaken by Katrina, most Americans don't believe the nation is ready for another major disaster, a new AP-Ipsos poll finds.

So? Why depend on others to be ready. Have you done everything you can do to get through a major disaster the best you can? I’m sure I could be better prepared, but I’m better prepared than many folks. I keep a few hundred gallons of water handy, plenty of food, camping gear, propane, firewood. A solar panel and some twelve vote lights, things like that. And I live in an area that isn’t prone to natural disasters, people that live on the coasts where mother nature needs the areas to make this planet work right are just asking for her too kick their butts. New Orleans should just be moved, they where told not to build there back when they started building that city. Why should taxpayers pay for their stupidity? Help can only get to people so fast, prepare yourself and you won’t have many worries.

NEW YORK (Reuters) - While researchers have long shown that tall people earn more than their shorter counterparts, it's not only social discrimination that accounts for this inequality -- tall people are just smarter than their height-challenged peers, a new study finds.

Interesting study, so why do I know so many stupid tall people? There must be many exceptions as I know some pretty smart short people. I’m 5’ 9", I don’t consider that tall, or short, but I think I’m smart enough in some ways. Studies like this are a waste of time.

Bob Vale
I went to the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship Sunday. They did a tribute to Bob Vale, he died last year. I know that you didn’t know Bob Vale, but I’m sure that you know someone like him. Bob was one of those folks that just loved people more, and did more for the common good than others do. I filled one of the vacant spaces Bob left (and he left many), but I don’t think for a moment that I ever made a pimple on Bob’s butt. He was involved in quite a few of the church programs here, and had articles in the religious section in the local rag at times. But he wasn’t religious, as in supporting a Christian or Muslim belief. He was just spiritual is all.

There isn’t a day goes by but what I don’t think about all the killing on this planet. Not a week goes by but what I don’t think about a lady that ate her baby so that she could keep living. That is what bothers me about the Unitarian Universalists, they don’t work on these things hard enough. And don’t get me started on their seven principles. What seems important to most of them (to me) is that they have really nice homes, cars, places of congregation, money for frivolous trips, fancy meals, and things like that. Then maybe if they have a little extra money they might send it to help others. They act like ecologists but they really are pretty hard on the planet. They don’t believe in much of anything, preferring to always be seeking instead, they have been doing that for thousands of years.

The president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society that I keep mentioning was at both the Peace Rally on Saturday, and at the UU Fellowship I attended on Sunday. I was busy making soap bubbles at the rally, but she did come over and talk to me a little. About nothing heavy or personal, just bullshit is all. She can’t talk to me on a complex personal level, I’m way over her head. She doesn’t get warmth and affection, and god forbid that we would talk about sex. A sixty-four old woman that can’t talk about sex? This girl has problems. And she isn’t spiritual, just keeps saying things like "I don’t know."

At the Fellowship she didn’t speak to me as we didn’t sit together, she did look my way a few times and smiled real big. I didn’t stick around after the service for coffee or she might have spoke to me then, or not. She told me one day that she doesn’t get into anything that she can’t have control over, as in make to be the way she wants it to be. Okay sweetie-pie, take your best shot. Life is about lessons, pay attention now, I’m not your average lesson.

It doesn’t matter though, she is going back to California for six months soon, to work as a probation officer, telling other men what to do I suppose. And will be joining a local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society there.

Love it or leave it?
We all hear this at times, if you don’t love America, leave it. Why in the hell should I? I was born here. Our ancestors left the country’s they didn’t love and came here and messed this country up. There is the whole problem in a nutshell, they should have stayed where they where and fixed those country’s. I’m not frigging leaving just because some right wing Christian or patriotic idiot thinks I should. I’ll stay here and do what I can to fix things. So there you crackpots, I’m not the problem, you are, fuck you.

Politics
Being a liberal is no better than being a right wing conservative, they are just two extremes. Too be moderate is best, and that is what I strive to be. But as long as there are right wing conservatives there has to be liberals to create a balance of moderation.

Lot’s of folks try to fix things through politics, quite a few of the blogs I visit are political in nature. But I contend that we cannot fix things through politics until we get a lot more spiritual. We keep voting in Christians for one thing, how is this supposed to fix things when they have an insanity in them?

http://no-thinking.blogspot.com/
Made the statement "Damn, why do I pay attention to such political nonsense."

Well, because you think that you can help fix things through politics? Good luck with that considering the choices you get to vote for. If you want to fix this country, this world, go to a Salvation Army soup kitchen line and pull out some of the Mensa members there that society has knocked down. Put them in office, they will do a much better job.

Over at Swiftspeech ‘Wednesday’ posted that Bush likes to tell fart jokes.
http://swiftspeech.blogspot.com/

So G. W. Bush likes to tell fart jokes, I could care less what jokes he likes, or who he screws. I don’t have any problem with that at all. My problem with him is that as one of the world’s leaders he is a fucking idiot.

I’m not sure
I’m not sure that we should strive to be all that intelligent or educated. I get around a lot, and I meet a lot of different people. It just seems to me that not so bright people are often more happy than the rest of us. So maybe we should just relax and enjoy each other?

If we're growing we're always going to be out of our comfort zone.

With the rest of my upper teeth being removed the other day, I’m limited as to what I can eat for a while. Sunday morning I sucked down a can of tomato soup. Then on the way home in the afternoon after going to the UU Fellowship and doing some painting at George’s I stopped at a C-store and got a bottle of chocolate milk and a pint of chocolate ice-cream. So guess what my poop looks like. LOL

Hard Days
We all have days that seem endlessly difficult and hard. On these days, it is as if the odds are stacked against us and we just can't get a break as one challenging situation follows another. We may feel like we're standing in the ocean getting hit by wave after wave, never able to get a full breath. Sometimes it's necessary or worth it to stay in the fray and work our way through. Other times, the best idea is to go home and take the breath we need in order to carry on.

If the only choice is to get through it, a hard day can be a great teacher. It will eventually end and we can look back on it, taking pride in the stamina, courage, and ingenuity it took to hold our ground. We may also look back and see how we could have done things differently. This knowledge will be valuable when we face hard days in the future. Trust your gut as you're deciding whether to work through it, and know that sometimes a timely retreat is the best way to ensure a positive outcome. Getting space can remind us that external circumstances are not the whole picture. Once we catch our breath and re-center ourselves, we will be able to determine our next move. With a little perspective, we may even find the inner resources to change our attitude about what's happening. We may begin to see that what we saw as hardships are actually opportunities. As our attitude changes for the better, our actions and the circumstances will follow suit.

Sometimes all that's needed is a good night's sleep. No one is immune to having a hard day and these are usually the times we can learn the most. If we can find it in our hearts to examine the day, and maybe make one small change in perception, we can ease our pain and greet the next day that much wiser.

Some people are like Slinkies...
Not really good for anything......
But they still bring a smile to your face
When you push them down a flight of stairs.
Yup, some people are just on this planet to entertain the rest of us. :-)

Oh man, I have way too much stuff around here, I can’t find the things I want because they are buried under other things. I think I will just get rid of a lot of this stuff. I’ll put a table on the other side of my fence and fill it up, with a free sign on the fence.

If any of you see my mind wandering around out there, would you please tell it to get its ass home before it gets dark?

SPEAK OUT BECAUSE SILENCE = COMPLICITY!

And damn it !!! Stop missing the fact that I say that WE are God in evolution. Well, maybe not the rest of those idiots.

So, did you make it to the end of this? BBC

Second post

Look at this blog and the comments, at what Anonymous said. What is your opinion on what he/she said?
http://bassemmroue.blogspot.com/2006/08/olmert-seems-to-be-going-to-lose-his.html

One o f those days

I sense that it’s going to be one of those days. I am surrounded by frigging idiots, and this real cool cat is going to get frazzled and be like Bill The Cat. But hey, he’s cool also.

Good cartoons today, cartoons often speak to me in a way that others may not see them, unless they understand psychology and philosophy pretty well.
http://www.sinfest.net/http://www.sinfest.net/
(Gods official cartoonist, until he piss’s me off,
and I see he has some new resistance notes posted)
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/9chickweedlane
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/bloomcounty
(They are, he only got one of them)
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/doonesbury
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/getfuzzy
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/nonsequitur
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/overthehedge
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/pricklycity

Honored

Consumer alert
The soap bubble bottles sold in the Dollar Store is crap, even the wand is crap, don’t waste your buck.

Slow me
Slow me, I just noticed that there are six contributors to the Swiftspeech blog.
http://swiftspeech.blogspot.com/

Look for the ‘Struggle’ post by Stella at
http://swiftspeech.blogspot.com/

What an honor that Stella spoke so much of me there, that girl is deep and getting deeper. I’ll bet she tolerates idiots about as well as I do some days. I love you Stella. Yeah, I know, it freaks out women when you tell them you love them when you barely know them, or don’t really know them at all except for on the Internet. But you will just have to get over it, or not. I want to remind you of something I said earlier in my blog in case you missed it.

I loved you before I met you,
I can always love you more,
But I will never love you less,
Than a one.

If everyone believed as I do, that we are God in evolution. That we are all spiritual beings, spiritual brothers and sisters, I think the world would be a more peaceful place.

Stella said "I do strive to give credit to the original source." Look Hon, a lot of what is flowing around is so old that it would be impossible to figure out who said it first. Some of the words just get changed a bit is all. The Proverbs below have all been around for ages, and many things flowing around today simply mirror what is very old. So I don’t spend much time about the ‘original’ source.

Even what is being said and trying to be done at the political level is thousands of years old. It’s all been said and done before for the most part. It shows me that we haven’t evolved much. Well not all things, I’m not sure they had bubble soap a few thousand years ago. Yesterday at the peace protest/rally I rigged up a blower and made a lot of soap bubbles, many more than I can blow with just my mouth. Everyone likes soap bubbles. Next week I will try to have a real bubble machine worked up.

Bumper sticker: It’s not illegal to be a biker. (No it isn’t, as long as you are not a trouble making asshole)

The good and bad of Global Warming.
We can no longer hide from the fact that mankind is harming the planet and causing global warming. Make it too warm here and this planet won’t be able to support many of the things that allow us to survive here. I would hate to see that day come, humans are interesting and I’m not all that interested in just being a bug again. A lady at the peace rally yesterday said that humans will be gone from this planet in fifty years, she may be right. That really sucks when you have been omnipresent for millions of years.

But it has been a beautiful warm summer here, the best since I moved here. The trade off is that as I look out over the landscape I see a lot more smog, or haze, or whatever it is. In some parts of the world I know that many people are really suffering because of global warming, and it’s only going to get worse unless everyone gets a lot wiser.

Are Americans getting dumber? That was a news story in the Seattle P.I. I just skimmed over it but it was a story about politics and the political choices we make. We? Don’t look at me, I don’t know if American’s are getting any dumber, but they sure are not getting any smarter.

Proverbs
When you have given nothing, ask for nothing.

Good habits result from resisting temptation.

Examine what is said, not him who speaks.

Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still.

Do not remove a fly from your friend's forehead with a hatchet.

Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.

Teach a man to fish and he will spend all day in a boat drinking beer, and not be bothering you in the kitchen. (Okay, so this one isn’t so old)

He who asks is a fool for five minutes, but he who does not ask remains a fool forever.

Question everything, even me, our thoughts may change tomorrow as we climb to a higher awareness.

The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials.

The palest ink is better than the best memory. (Record those thoughts)

Do not protect yourself by a fence, but rather by your friends.

Write down the advice of him who loves you, though you like it not at present. (I love all you idiots, :-)

A country can be judged by the quality of its proverbs.

First secure an independent income, then practice virtue.

Keep five yards from a carriage, ten yards from a horse, and a hundred yards from an elephant; but the distance one should keep from a wicked man cannot be measured. (Think G. W. Bush and cronies)

You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.

Fall seven times, stand up eight.

If you believe everything you read, better not read.

He that can't endure the bad, will not live to see the good.

If God lived on earth, people would break his windows. (Or kill him/her, that happens everyday)

What you don't see with your eyes, don't invent with your mouth. (When I see you, I see God, in evolution)

Never give a child a sword. (Or a gun, or let him fight someone else’s battles for them)
Hold a true friend with both hands.

Go often to the house of thy friend; for weeds soon choke up the unused path.

Better be ill spoken of by one before all than by all before one.

If you want to be respected, you must respect yourself.

If you wish to know what a man is, place him in authority. (Well you found out what Bush is)

The time not to become a father is eighteen years before a war. (But it seems like there are always wars)

Three posts today !!!

This cartoonist is great, comes up with great comics. Worth looking at most days.
http://www.sinfest.net/

Two posts again

My dental appoint yesterday wasn’t until three PM. So yesterday morning I went over to Laurel Ann’s and replaced some of the rotten railing caps on the handicapped ramp. I also got them and some other items painted.

She (bless her little heart) made me a big tuna fish sandwich to eat on the way to the dentist, it was the last good solid food I will be able to eat for a while. I was given a prescription for pain medicine but I didn’t get it filled, and I feel no pain, I’m full of Peppermint Schnapps, LOL. Bob came in just before I left and thanked me for doing the work, he said something like, "You are the best craftsman around here", I replied with, "Yes I am!!". Well, sometimes it’s just hard to be humble. :-) Though I hardly think that I’m the best craftsman in the area, just good at some of the things I do.

Here is a link to an interesting cartoon, though you would have to have seen some of the previous ones to appreciate it.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/9chickweedlane

And this one is cute.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/doonesbury

And this one is good.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/overthehedge

And this one express’s my feelings exactly.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/shoe

Today's fun event

Today’s fun event
Borrow a friends or neighbors pickup. Tell em you have to move something. Now….. Drive it like ya stole it…… Return it all dinged up with an empty fuel tank. As a consolation to the owner leave a half case of warm Old Milwaukee on the seat. Toss your empties in the bed. Yes, life is good.

Toothless
I had seven teeth pulled yesterday, I’m now toothless on top, in about a month I can get a denture. It’s great to have that crap gone, I’m a happy camper. And I can still whistle, I knew this one young man that couldn’t, even with all his teeth. When he saw a pretty girl he would holler whit-woo, whit-woo.

Billy B for Pres-nut
In the next election write in Billy B Cook for Pres-nut. Just kidding, I would not want to be Pres-nut of the United States of America. There is nothing united about it and it has an insanity in it. It’s full of Christians, thieves, cons and crackpots. And that is just the ones in government offices.

I see that I have astounded and overwhelmed everyone so much that they are at a lost for words for posting comments. LOL

I need to explain consciousness and higher consciousness and omnipresence better, but not today. I need to do laundry this morning, go to the peace protest at noon, and work this afternoon.

The all
If you are not part of the ALL, then you are part of the problem, not the solution. If this is so, get the fuck off my planet. Just kidding, you are after all just a product of a lot of loonies that raised you and taught you a lot of stupid things and most of you are in the process of un-brainwashing yourselves. Just as I had to un-brainwash myself.

What are you? You are sexual debris. A product of the sexual energies of the cosmos that creates everything. Or do I need to explain that better also?

"Forbes magazine may not be known for its relationship tips, but the business publication is getting a lot of attention right now for an article about finding a wife. Editor Michael Noer has written an editorial titled "Don't Marry a Career Woman" in which he outlines the pitfalls he says men will face if they defy that advice. He bases his theory on a batch of recent studies that claim career women are more likely to cheat on their husbands and get divorced. And they'll also want fewer children. "If they do have kids, they're more likely to be unhappy about it. ... The more successful she is, the more likely she is to grow dissatisfied with you," he writes."

Interesting news story, and while some women disagree with it, I pretty much agree with the story based on my experiences with career women. They just get attitudes that I don’t want to deal with because there isn’t much give and take with them.

Try these words on for size with someone today…. "I love you," OR "I forgive you (or will you forgive me)."

Acts Of Kindness Can Repair Damaged Relationships.

I don’t have a good joke handy today, anyone have a good joke handy? Have a good day everyone. BBC

What a hoot.

Hey, you will love the cartoon posted at Sinfest today, what a hoot.
http://www.sinfest.net/

Beer and Nipples

Save the earth. It's the only planet with chocolate.

I'm getting the rest of my upper teeth pulled today at 3:00. Won’t be able to eat much, I'll just have to drink beer and gum nipples for a few days. Now ladies, stop thinking about that. :-)

Question
Question, why did the Germans sell two German-made Dolphin submarines capable of carrying nuclear warheads to Israel?

A nail
A nail, in a roof, is a frigging leak. A nail anywhere is a frigging leak. Laurel Ann, (and her cranky husband) a sweet lady I’ve known since shortly after moving here that I’ve done a lot of work for over the years has me over there yet again for some painting and other work. I wasn’t available to them at the time so they had someone else replace the deck on the handicapped ramp to the front door.

In the first place it didn’t need to be replaced as the original materials were high quality materials, it just need some repairs in a few places and it would have lasted another ten to twenty years. But that isn’t what happened, the ramp cover (the part you walk on) was removed and plain plywood replaced it. And to make matters worse, they put rolled roofing material on top of it. Rolled roofing is wonderful for traction in bad weather but it’s the dumbest thing to put on wood that has the edges exposed so that water might seep under it.

The ramp is about a foot wider than the roofing, so there are six inches on each side that is exposed wood, still following me? Rainwater sets on the wood, seeps under the roofing, and starts rotting the wood under it. And they attached the roofing to the ramp with nails, frigging nails !! In time the nails work a little loose, water starts working its way in, and you start getting these little rotten spots in the wood everywhere there is a nail. After a while you just have another rotten ramp deck.

If people are going to use rolled roofing on a deck or ramp they should glue it down and use not nails at all. He should have at least put a good seal coat on it before putting the roofing down. My roof on my building is rolled roofing, I didn’t use any nails on it, I glued it down. Screw nails, nails are leaks.

And when the man put the decking down he used drywall screws, he should have used deck screws, they last much longer, even if water seeps in. I could have done some repairs on the original deck and it would have lasted as long as this new material is going to last. Oh well, it’s a done deal, screw it. It will last as long as they are going to I suppose.

This is the place
This is the place !! Yes !! You can find pretty much anything here. Worry, wit, wisdom, insults, sorrow, joy, fun, and pure silliness. Leave any comment you like and share anything you like, vent if you need to, got a good joke to share with the rest of us? Pretty cool place hey? This is a hell of a lot more fun than being a Buddhist. Or a Christian, or a Muslim, or a …… Complete brainwashed idiot like they are.

And it’s my parade, those that don’t like my parade can go get in another one.

Arriving at one goal is the starting point to another.

Many others
So many others that I have been meeting through blogs are doing such a great job at picking at and fussing at how things and our leaders are that I don’t have too. God is like that, God delegates serious work to others to do. :-)

Stuff flows to me
As I’ve said before, stuff flows to me, I mentioned to a friend that I needed a motorcycle helmet. A few days later I stopped at his shop and someone that he had mentioned it to had dropped off a very nice full face helmet for me. It’s bright orange, should make this country bumpkin look like a pumpkin.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

niCk (Mem Beth) Said on his Blog, "Why are so many people preoccupation with existence of G-d?. Look, it's even happening to me, but it's because I read it in so many blogs. It is because evolution has developed the human mind for survival. We have an internal instinct to want to survive, even after death. The survival instinct is strong, so many people obsess about it and create fantasies so they can believe that even after their death, their consciousness will continue."

Well Sir…. What makes you think that your consciousness won't continue? Once you figure out that there is no Christian or Muslim, or any other religious God, yet you still sense that there is something there, you have to figure out what it is. Once you figure out that it is a collective consciousness only, and not a single being, and you accept it, that you are God, or at least a part of God, of the all, in evolution. Then you can just relax and be a part of it all and have some fun with it. God is nothing anyway, Mrs. God can still stomp your ass. Keep it simple stupid.

I don’t know what got into me, I got out the Kirby and vacuumed yesterday.

Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten.

Big tits? I went into the VFW in Richland, Wa. One evening with a member of the Insane Chicks Society, she was a washed up model on her way to getting three drunk driving tickets in as many days. My Mother and Grandmother where there, it was a Friday evening and there was music and dancing. My Grandmother was an old lady by then but she still had these really big knockers.

The insane chick spent the whole evening staring at her and saying "She sure has big tits." Envy I suppose. Gotta run, have a good day everyone. BBC

Ever ask God, or whoever, whatever, why this world is so messed up? What answer might you expect to get back? How about "YOU go about YOUR business of doing MY business or it’s going to stay messed up."
bbc98362 at yahoo.com

Bill's Robe

Okay, I resized the picture to be under 100 kb and then was able to post it here. So if any of you folks are not having any luck posting pictures on your blog resize them to be under 100 kb and then you should be able to post them.

I can’t seem to find the right page on Blogspot where my images are stored. I’m sure I have a few on their server that isn’t required and I would like to delete them. On the other hand, maybe it doesn’t matter.

Clicking on the image makes it bigger of course, if you are new to blogging. I’m pretty new, don’t know all the ins and outs of using Blogspot. But it’s clear that any idiot can at least make a simple blog, I’m living proof of that. :-)

Poor Pussy

We now have a pussy that isn’t ever going to get any pussy. I took the kitten, I’ve named her Honey, to the vet to have her spayed. The poor thing, she thought that I and the lady next door where the only big weird frigging things on this planet and she had gotten used to us, even came to love our attention. And then this weird thing puts her in a cat carrier and takes her to a place that has big weird things all over the frigging place. I hope it didn’t freak her out too much. But most of those big weird things at the vets are cute and smell good, female units you know, I wanted to get in a cage with one of them myself. But, she is probably the vice president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society. Sigh…….

Interesting blog by Glenda, I’m just amazed that she can keep four blogs going, that is more than I even have time to keep track of, so I’m just going to watch this one.
http://swiftspeech.blogspot.com/

Scott Adam’s got a new suit. Billy got a new, well, nothing. Billy’s ego doesn’t need a new suit so he can fly around the country making speeches and acting important. Scott confuses Billy, he acts like an ecologist and human that cares at times, but then blows it with all his trips and acting important. I think that he is interesting, but I do not think that he is important.

Besides, Billy should not be allowed loose in stores to buy clothes for himself. Billy is a clothes-shopping idiot. Billy shops in thrift stores for everything except undies and socks and shoes. But I seldom shop for clothes, when I moved here it was with the assumption that the cosmos would provide what I need, and that works very well for me so things just keep flowing to me. So many things at times that I have to pass them on or I would have way too much stuff here.

Billy’s favorite ‘suit’ is a ‘robe’ that Ellen gave me, I don’t know what to call it, folks have given me different names for it. I use it when I’m doing weddings, at the peace rallies, and feeling spiritual. Most folks like it, I get a lot of comments on it, I’m looking for more like it. Would like a lighter one for warm days, and a shorter one for when I hike to the hot springs to be at one with the cosmos. I’ll post a picture of it at the end of this post.

Buddhist bullshit
I feel like picking on Buddhists today, I’ll pick on Christian’s and Muslim’s another day. I’m all about fair play, I’ll pick on all idiots and religions, um, all religious idiots that is.

"Not thinking about anything is Zen. Once you know this, walking, standing, sitting, or lying down, everything you do is Zen. To know that the mind is empty is to see the Buddha...Using the mind to look for reality is delusion. Not using the mind to look for reality is awareness. Freeing oneself from words is liberation."

Bah, frigging Buddhists, empty minds my butt, their heads are full of grapes. We are here to tackle things, fix things, not run from them, and too make the world a better place. Running and hiding from the mind is for frigging cowards. I don’t know many Buddhists, but the ones I do know don’t have any ‘Zen’, they have frigging grapes in their heads, that apparently have fermented and made them as loopy as hell. The only thing more weird than a Buddhist is two Buddhists, they often can’t even stand each other. They are about as much fun to be around as watching grapes ferment. Boooooring. Avoid the Buddhists, they will put you to sleep, or drive you to blow your brains out just to get away from them. Fuck it, sing and dance, make some noise, lots of it. And give someone a hug, Buddhists are terrible at hugs and love, they are so distant, and I like them distant, about two thousand miles away from me is just about right. :-)

"If you come upon Buddha on the road, kill him." I wouldn’t go as far as that, but I’m sure not going to party with the idiot. They think that we are here to suffer, and to that I say……. BULLSHIT !! Really, we’re just here to be happy and piss off the Buddhists. LOL

Zen, I’ll tell you what Zen is, a beer and some good sex with a spiritual Goddess. But I can’t find her, sigh. Now that I’m thinking about that I’ll have to have an out of body experience with the president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society. That’s masturbation for you slow witted readers. :-)

Okay, I’m back, where were we? Wait, cover for me, going in for seconds, I’ll be right back. LOL

People that are really very weird can get into sensitive positions and have a tremendous impact
on history. - Dan Quayle (Raise your hand if you are as weird as I am)

Violence as a way of gaining power...is being camouflaged under the guise of tradition, national honor [and] national security. - Alfred Adler

Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.

Here is an interesting link. I’ll gladly steal anything I come across that I think might be profound, meaningful, touching, heartfelt, or help change the world in some little way. Or just give us something to laugh about, it’s all about balance you know. Copyrights are for technical manuals, everything else is fair game to all of us. Just because someone writes something and thinks it is an original thought to them doesn’t mean it is. So I encourage all of you too take anything off the web that you like and think might make the world a better place, and pass it on. Those that want to make money trying to make the world a better place, bah on them. I’ve always said that truth and wisdom should be free to all, and they can’t sue all of us.
http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/plagiarism/

Correction niCk (Mem Beth): They are not voices in your head, they are things that are trying to flow through you. Well, they may be in your head, but that isn’t where they want to stay, they want to move on, flow through you. Following me? So share all your useful love and wisdom and worries with others, it’s what our journey and evolution is about.

So when I took the kitten to the vets the other day, Helen (the cat-loving lady next door) went with me, and then invited me to have breakfast out with her. I seldom eat out other than at fast food joints where I can get a turd for a buck, I prefer to eat at home where food is dirt cheap. So we went to the Cornerhouse Café, my favorite place to go if eating out at a sit down place.

It’s been remodeled after a fire a few years back and is clean and friendly and the prices are reasonable, I’m only willing to pay so much for another turd. A thirty-dollar lobster is still just another turd at the end of the day. I’m a simple man and an easy keeper and I don’t eat much, it doesn’t take a lot to keep a hundred and sixty-five pounds of bullshit going. But I’m still pissed that I have to pay sales tax on beer, doesn’t pouring it over your corn flakes at breakfast make it a food item?

Hell, when I go to the liquor store for Rum to inject in my chicken thighs and breasts I don’t have to pay sales tax, this is not fair. Oh, oh, I just said thighs and breasts didn’t I? Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.

Anyway, I ordered the three-meat, three-egg scramble that was the breakfast special for $6.25. When the waitress brought it I looked at it and said, "Holy Christ, that is enough food to feed an army." It was on a big oval platter with a large pile of scrambled eggs and meat on one end, a huge pile of hash browns in the middle, and two slices of toast on the other end.

As I sat there eating I was thinking about the fact that thirty thousand people on this planet would starve to death today, that mothers would have to watch their children die because she had nothing to feed them. That she might have to eat her first born in order that she might continue to live for another day, that does happen. Yup, I was thinking what a screwed up world this is. I took some of it home for breakfast the next day. Two turds for $6.25, not a bad deal at all I guess, but at home I can make a turd for fifty cents. I can feed a person for a crummy quarter a day by giving to The World Food Bank.

My knees are getting old, having spent so much time on them begging for sex. Well, that is more funny than saying that I wore them out working, and trying to shove my leg up my butt with a motorcycle. The house I’m painting in is two stories, all those stairs and going up ladders a lot is showing me my age.

Another correction: You can’t glue a plastic carburetor float back together with a glue gun like I mentioned earlier, it falls apart again. Glue guns are wonderful for some things, but not so wonderful for other things. You can’t build birdhouses with them either, they will fall apart in the rain and all the little eggs tumble out.

Balance folks, it’s all about balance. Balance the things that are wrong with humor, don’t let it all drive you insane, crazy is okay, insane is an ugly thing.

I am the all, you are the all, we are the all. Ah shit, we are so screwed. But hey, be cheerful and carefree, sing and dance, let the Buddhists do the suffering for us. LOL

Update: Honey, the kitten is back home and doing fine, I take her back in thirty days for a shot. I’m thinking of having an identification chip put in her. Then I’ll have, you know, a chippy pussy.
Hum, I can't get the picture of me in my robe to load to Blogspot this morning. Will try another time.

Glenda !!

Glenda !! How in the world can you keep four blogs running? I barely have time for one. And of course you can use anything on my blog that you like, I swipe a lot of it anyway. And even the words that I do write, they are not my words, they are just words that flow through me. Just as the words that you write are words that flow through you. Go back far enough in time and you will see that none of us are having any original thoughts when it comes to war, love, sex, greed, respect for mother earth, and many other things like that.
http://www.blogger.com/profile/17588057

I think that everyone needs some humor today, so I’m going to post a picture of the girlfriend I left in Montana. (Click on it to make it larger)

Two posts again

Well aren't I just the little post bitch? LOL
Mouse Story ...
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.
"What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered - He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you but it is of no consequence to me, I cannot be bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray, be assured you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow and said, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse, I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap-- alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- Like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife, the farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.

But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, remember -- When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another. One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a friend. Each of us is a vital thread in another person’s tapestry.

Piss on money?

So I just went back and reread the rant that Sharona put on my blog on 8/18/2006. I’m going to address one thing she said.

"You say "piss on money," but it comes in pretty fuckin' handy when you have a kid, bub. It also comes in handy TO PAY *YOUR* SOCIAL SECURITY. Stop collecting *MY* money and do something useful like WORK if you truly "piss on money". YOU go work the shitty job. But you won't do that, because you don't walk the walk--you only talk the talk."

Well, the thing is sweetie-pie, it’s true that we need money, it’s what makes the world go around, all I’m saying is that we don’t need more, because having more won’t make us any more happy. So what I’m saying is "piss on more money". I know a lot of rich people that are not happy, I work for them all the time, and I don’t like working for them. I’ve made a lot of money in the past, lived in nice homes and all that, it was a pain in the butt trying to keep up with every other idiot that wanted to put on aires.

As for my working, I guess you haven’t read much of my blog or you would know that I worked hard all my life. That I’ve never asked or expected anyone to do something I wouldn’t do. I did and still do all the shitty work that no one else wanted to do, so you don’t know what in the fuck you are talking about. I’ve been a janitor for myself in my own businesses, and for others that think they are too fuckin’ good to do such work. As a service manager in dealerships I’ve managed up to twenty mechanics and trained them, and still cleaned up messes behind them.

I still get on steep roofs and clean out gutters, clean toilets, build things, fix things, do my share of volunteer work, and cook breakfast for the old lady next door everyday. I clean everything but my place. LOL. Not long ago I crawled under a house through millions of spiders and cobwebs and over old shit from a broken sewer line to replace thirty feet of wire for a dying lady so that she can keep warm. Black shit came out of my nose for three days. I’ll willing to guess that I do more honest work in a day than you do in a week you spoiled American brat, and I have the dirty fingernails to prove it. Unless your husband has a low paying trade or job you have all your real needs taken care of. Go ahead, feel free to comment on this, will I allow the post so you can rant at me? You bet, I don’t monitor my posts, you get instant mouthing off to the rest of the world, so go ahead and show them what you are.

Good chicks
Sure, I like to fuss about the screwed up women on this planet, why shouldn’t I? I have to live around them. But thankfully there are also some good chicks on this planet. Although I’ve just recently discovered their blogs I like what I see on them, and I would like to like to honor two of them. I thank the cosmos for ladies like these, I’m sure they are fine women, gals like this rock, because they frigging care about more than just themselves.

http://peacechick.blogspot.com/
http://minou-in-france.blogspot.com/

And I will give honorable mention to this one, even though she does think that I’m a crazy old fuck, a point I won’t argue. It would be like Einstein and I sitting here arguing about which one of us was the most crazy. It wouldn’t matter, we would both know it and be okay with it.
http://adventuresindisaster.blogspot.com/

Hey, I just want things to be right on this planet. It’s a beautiful physical place were we can have these beautiful experiences. Drink a little booze, smoke a little dope, enjoy music and dance. Oh, and sex, not that I get any from all the insane needy chicks around here. Things like that. All this greed and fighting and destruction of the planet really bothers me. Many people here don’t get that decent basic life.

All I’ve wanted all my life is to have a basic simple life that is affordable, and now that I have it I’m not letting an overly needy woman tell me that we need more. Been there, done that, they are never happy, just always want more. Others might think I’m crazy because I send money to try to help make other folks lives better, but I don’t much care what others think, they are a part of me, I want to try to help make their lives better also, at least get a little food in their guts.

I fuss about all the fighting and greed of course, but God is busy with other things and hasn’t got the time to spend on all problems. God in human form is as limited as everyone else. That is why I turn those worries over to others. Badtux does a much better job of fussing about the wars than I have the time for.
http://badtux.net/

And a lady that lives in France
http://minou-in-france.blogspot.com/
That reads my blog commented about me on her blog.

She said "I have been reading this blog for a while now, http://bbc98362.blogspot.com/ and I would like to say that it echoes pretty much my own attitude to life, the world and everything. We all need to laugh a little at the absurdities of life, as well as not take ourselves too seriously - we are just a speck of dust in the entire universe after all."

Well, I do take a lot of things seriously and do a lot of fussing and bitching, but why should I take myself seriously? Hell, no one else does. God is omnipresent, not omnipotent, there are all kinds of shit here that I can’t make right, so I balance it out with humor and accepting that I’m an idiot in evolution. That because you are all part of the all, that you are all idiots in evolution. Some of us are just better idiots is all.

And what is the true skinny on kissing? Not that it will stop me from kissing.
http://people.howstuffworks.com/ref/kissing.htm

Hey, no shit, I really do try to keep my posts short. But there are so many idiots and so little time. BBC