A lazy day

It was very warm for this area yesterday, one hundred, and I didn't do much, just puttered around. I had the tent set up in Helen's backyard so I cleaned it and took it down to store it.

In my post of the 9th, The Future Was Yesterday said "I was told one time, "There's only two things you need to know about God, kid. There IS one - and it DAMN sure ain't you!" .... I see, and you decided to believe that?

Ha, last evening I trapped the tom cat that knocks up the females around here. Today he is going to the vet.

Have a great day, hug.... BBC

Posted before

But I think I will post it again for my new readers.

I never feel more given to
than when you take from me,
when you understand the joy I feel
giving to you.

And you know my giving isn’t done
to put you in my debt,
but because I want to live the love I feel for you.

To receive with grace
may be the greatest giving.
There’s no way I can separate the two.

When you give to me,
I give you my receiving.
When you take from me,
I feel so given to.
Song "Given To" (1978) by Ruth Bebermeyer

I’ve talked about this before, but my life is based on giving what I can because I believe in a magical cosmic karma that what goes out is returned in some way. And it’s not like it costs me anything, so much stuff flows to me that I often have what others need. Yesterday a lady was looking for a basketball hoop for her grandson, yup, I had two of them here so I took her one.

Sometimes, if I’m pretty fond of someone I give gifts of time and labor, or ask for very little money anyway, as long as I get gas money I’m happy. Like the last time I was at ‘Crazies’ for about five hours, I asked for some money, she gave me twenty bucks, that was fine with me. Sometimes I make a hundred bucks an hour off the stupid rich people, it all evens out in my mind. Yes I call her ‘Crazy’, but don’t misunderstand me, she’s a special kind of crazy that I like. It’s just too bad that the situation is what it is, but she has got another boy monkey in her life. It seems like a strange relationship to me, what little I know of it, but he never seems to be there much for her, well, maybe the sex is good. But again, I don’t know.

Anyway, after taking the basketball hoop to the lady I went to another place and picked up nine free treated 4X4 fence posts that are eight and ten feet long. They will be very useful to me as I extend my storage area. Boy, they had been set in cement, time for me to start admitting that I’m not forty anymore and that a hundred pounds is starting to be a struggle for me to pick up. I also got other loose lumber that will come in handy, my storage extension will cost next to nothing.

Then I went to another place and picked up two free filing cabinets, a louvered by-fold door, an interesting plastic queen size bed frame, and some other items. I’ll give the filing cabinets away as I don’t need them. Also the bed frame as I have in storage a nice four poster wooden queen size frame and head and foot boards. But there is no point in my setting it up when I have slept alone for years now and just sleep on a single bed.

That is a picture of the boat I just swiped. It’s sort of a canoe style only wider and with a hard chime, made to stand up in when fly-fishing and is twelve and a half feet long. I’ve never had a hankering to go fishing for flies but it will be handy on camping trips to the lakes, can also be used on the sound in good weather.

I made the dolly yesterday, from an aluminum window frame that the glass was broken out of, and two wheelchair wheels. Because everything had been given to me it just cost the price of a few screws to make it. When I start using the camp trailer maybe I will design a system to put it on top of the trailer.

I already have an electric trolling motor and a ten horse Honda four cycle gas outboard so I’m pretty much set to go boating now.

I don’t work from a script, I make it all up as I go along, that is how the cosmos works because there was no plan in the beginning. Everyone that knows me well, lives around me, knows that I’m a renegade running my own parade. Just like Jesus and many others before and after him. It isn’t a very big parade, and folks come and go from its ranks, but a few of the most advanced minds have been with me for some time now. Complex minds have a lot in them, and I show others all that is in mine, that’s pretty spooky to a lot of folks. Hey……. BOO !! LOL

Terri, a lady in Egypt that thinks she has God given powers put a curse on me, I’m sure that she would like to see me dead but I’m still kicking.

Judge your success not only by what you've become, but by what others have become because of you.

I was just kidding about swiping the boat, it’s just more fun to say it that way.

Have a great day, hugs…… BBC

Random Acts Of Thinking

It’s going to get deep in here today, learn how to swim in the deep part of my mind, or stay in the shallow end.

Smooth seas do not make skillful sailors.

A lot of people ask me if I were shipwrecked, and could only have one book, what would it be? I always say 'How to Build a Boat.’

By saying that our leaders are power-drunk chimpanzees, am I in danger of wrecking the morale of our soldiers fighting and dying in the Middle East? Their morale, like so many lifeless bodies, is already shot to pieces. They are being treated, as I never was, like toys a rich kid got for Christmas. - Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (1922- ) Author

Don't be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin. (Long time readers of my blog know that death is not a concept to me being as I’m omnipresent)

One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats. Please take note of the fact that it isn’t continuous big treats, or even treats that cost money. Touches and hugs are free.

To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival.

It is not what you gather but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.

Belt Sander: An electric sanding tool commonly used to convert minor touch-up jobs into major refinishing jobs.

Drill Press: A tall upright machine useful for suddenly snatching flat metal bar stock out of your hands so that it smacks you in the chest and flings your drink across the room, splattering it against that freshly stained heirloom piece you were drying.

Electric Hand Drill: You don’t buy a drill because you want a drill. You buy a drill because you want holes.

When I was in high school, my teachers told me I was just taking up space. So I dropped out and started getting an education. Sometimes I actually use my very high IQ, but most of the time I just look and act like an idiot like the rest of you. Hey, we have to forgive ourselves, we’re only using ten percent of our brains. And if drinking or smoking some pot kills some of those cells, so what, it’s not like you’re fucking using them anyway. LOL

So is the soap they use to brainwash you with environmentally safe?

Comment spotted on Scott Adam’s blog when he asked folks what their job was…. “Astronomer: My job is to misinterpret the universe.” …… Well, my, my, there is at least one astronomer that is insightful enough too understand that. I know more about the universe and it’s creation and order than most astronomers and scientists do because I look at it from a much different perspective than they do.

And another one, “Divorce Lawyer: I help people hate each other.” [Best one so far. -- Scott]

A few days ago I gave my card to a couple and a bit later I noticed it being handed around a group of folks. I was just standing back observing the others there when I overheard a man that was looking at it, and glanced at me tell a couple of ladies, “He’s a spiritualist, he can take your mind, body and soul to a place it’s never been before.” That seemed to have spooked them and they avoided me the rest of the evening. LOL

Silly lady monkeys, as if I would even want to try. The woman I’m seeking has risen high enough spiritually (or she is discovering herself) that she knows who and what she is. She can get away from her human brain and be spirit only, at least for a while, that is what it takes to be as one together. To have hot spiritual sex in a spiritual setting that they have created. That is way over most women’s heads because society (and many religions) has brainwashed out of them what they really are so they have relations with the boy monkeys and pursue their money, possessions and things like that seeking happiness.

But it was very insightful of that man to see that, yes I could, with the right woman, take her to a place she has never been before, in this lifetime anyway. But she senses that she has experienced it before.

I went to the UU Fellowship yesterday because there was a Native American spiritual leader speaking there and I wanted to get his views. Interesting man, he gave me his email address, he’ll be sorry (LOL), I’ll be sharing insights with him that he hasn’t seen yet.

It seems that his native name translates to “Bear who talks too much”, hey, I resemble that remark, because we are each other. Opp’s I just went over most folks heads again.

And I spoke to ‘Crazy’ at Fellowship because she was there. She asked me not to be mad at her, shoot, I wasn’t mad at her at all. I’m very fond of my special human friend and see things in her that she doesn’t is all, so we have trouble communicating with each other. And she hates communicating through writing, she bitched me out for sending her emails, but writing is an important part of my being, my essence, it’s when I reach my highest state and can communicate my deepest thoughts and truths. Anyway, I sent her another email (LOL) assuring her that I’m still her friend and willing to advise her on things, lots of people value my advice, and of course I think that they are entitled to my opinions.

Ah hell, most people didn’t understand Einstein, how can I expect most of you to understand me?

I’m getting old and in the way. Hey, if you are over fifty, so are you. :-) Love, Light, Peace… Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

July 8th

I didn't have time to write anything yesterday. So why don't you just take a few moments to enjoy some flowers.

Have a great day, hugs.... BBC

Back from camping - again

From a mind too complex for most to understand.

Boy, I remember as a kid I roamed all around the hills and lakes in Northern Idaho for a week at a time with just a blanket and a few things in an old pillowcase. Now I damn near fill up a pickup bed to go camping.

I wasn’t going to write about my Forth of July camping trip, I still have stories to write about my other recent camping trip. I just got out of town to avoid the monkeys and all the noise and fireworks and have some peace and quite but my trip turned out to be a deep spiritual retreat/experience so I will be writing about it some. I did take one of my porta potties so that I wouldn’t have to use a public toilet that some other careless and uncaring person has shit on but the restrooms where I went were clean so I used them except at night when I had to take a leak and didn’t want to get dressed and leave the tent.

When I turned sixty-two I got a national parks golden age pass for ten bucks, what a great deal, now I get into the park for nothing and my camping fee is only six bucks instead of twelve bucks a day. I went to the higher campground on the Elwha river, 31 sites there and they where all pretty much full when I left but when I got there on the morning of the Forth I had my pick of quite a few of them and had my camp set up by nine thirty, that area of the park is only about twelve miles from where I live.

It was peaceful there and well patrolled, and I got two warning bitches from a park ranger. First for leaving my food box on the table when I went for a walk. Hey, I had put a tarp over it, and I do put it inside at night. So the chipmunks, jays and camp robbers and I sat around all afternoon scarfing down Cheez-its and getting shit faced on beer, screw the little monkey ranger.

The second bitch was because I parked with one tire off of the asphalt on the dirt. *Gasp* How dare I put my tire on their frigging dirt, um, WTF? Hey, don’t tell anyone that I pissed on their precious dirt.

Anyway, I was delighted to learn that the road to the hot springs trailhead is now open so on Thursday I drove up (only five miles from the campsite) and had a wonderful time in a pool with spirit, goddess, and the cosmos. I’ll be posting about that later also.

I used my favorite pool about thirty feet above the trail and it was rather amusing to look down the trail and see a man hiking along wearing nothing but a packsack and a straw hat. Okaaaay, it seemed kind of weird but nature lovers do all kinds of things up there. I get naked in the pool put I’m pretty sure I will never go hiking naked. Whatever, it’s no place to go if a person is a prude but it is one of my favorite spiritual places and experiences.

So….. The picture is of my tarp shelter over the picnic table, it’s seven feet high at the ridge and five feet at the ends, and the cool thing is that I can put it up alone. I cut two pieces of ½ inch water pipe about 18 inches long and I drive them into the ground a ways and they keep the center poles upright. Then I lay the ridgepole across the table, lay the tarp over it and pick it up and set it on the uprights. Then I install the corner poles at the ends, it’s easy. And friend Rick made me a nice 5 ½ foot long canvas bag to store all my tubes I’ve made for camping.

I’m done wasting my time with the crazy chick, I don’t mind the crazy, she has the harmless type of crazy, but she just isn’t going to work out, I’ll be posting about why on my other blog after I write about it. She is an okay human friend and experience but I’m a spiritual being seeking my spiritual equal, goddess, so that we can have a beautiful experience together. I may not find her but I will keep looking.

Is there anyone left out there who does not yet understand that our government is a plutocracy?

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Crazy

From a mind too complex for most to understand.

Crazy is impossible, just another mortal. Reads her horoscopes and does her astrology, believes there are beautiful cosmic plans for her but then she can’t see them wanting to play out and screws it all up. Damn, you have to see it, in your mind, for it to play out. Mortal’s, what fools they be, bah. I’m tired of being used by women just because I’m handy, and it seems that all she does is string me along just enough to keep me interested when she has no intention of letting it go any further than that. And I can’t think of any reason to keep letting her do that too me. I’ll let her know when I return from camping but I’m not sure I will go install her TV antenna, I’m tired of being used and not loved at some damn level.

I have a feral cat here, one that I haven’t been able to catch to have fixed. I have a trap here now and have rigged it so that Helen can trip it from inside her house when she sees it go in to eat. I don’t want it set to trip on its own as I don’t want hers and my other cats getting trapped in it because if they did they would never go in one again and I may just need to trap one someday for whatever reason.

The trap is on loan from Friends of Animals, while it is here I hope to trap that tomcat that keeps knocking up the neighborhood females. I don’t know who owns him, if anyone, but he needs his nuts tied. And if I could catch that coon and remove him to the forest that would be great also, coons are hard on cats.

I’m leaving in a bit, will camp in the National Forest this time. Soap bubbles are enjoyable anywhere, but to watch them drifting off in nature is sort of magical, try it sometime. Maybe the road to the hot springs is open by now and I can get in to enjoy a nice soak for a while. Have a safe and sane Forth of July, try to not do something crazy and stupid. Ha, I know that many will though.

Will do my next post on Saturday. Hugs…. BBC

So – Yesterday

Rick has a 1966 Chev El Camino that he is doing a minor restoration on, he has the fenders off and the engine out of it. Yesterday I went over and put upper A frame bushings in it for him. He was told that I couldn’t do it as there was no weight on the front to load the springs. But Rick figured that I would know how to do it, I took a 55 gallon barrel with me, put it where the engine should be and filled it with water. That was enough weight to load the springs so that I could remove the control arms. Not having any fenders on it made it easy to work on and I still have a bushing driver that I made years ago.

Then I went to Hospice and picked up a lift chair, I’ll deliver it to a lady today as she hasn’t got a pickup, that will be my good deed for the day. I was also going to install a TV antenna for Crazy today but she is too busy with the chaos of her life so I will check with her when I get back.

A friend has a boat I would like to have, and a home that he would like to have some painting done on, so I’m thinking of doing the painting in exchange for the boat.

Sumo….. Yes I complain about bloggers at times, well, I complain about how they think and do if it is harmful to the planet, if they are too wanting and needy. Yes, I mean the spirituality that is around us, that we are of. And organized religions irritate me as they teach stupid shit. No, I don’t talk about sports when I’m at beer church, I don’t follow sports other than to watch a Nascar race at times.

I’m going camping tomorrow, to get away from all the noise of the 4th, will be back sometime Friday. I suppose I will do a post in the morning before I leave though.

"A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent doing nothing." ---George Bernard Shaw (1856 - 1950)

Humor:
John: "I'm a man of few words."
Frank: "I'm married, too."

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Camping story #7 – Camp Hotcakes

I don’t mind a few of my camping cooking things getting black on a campfire, I clean them up when I get back home. But my pancake maker is a two plate hinged rig that I don’t want getting black. So I cook pancakes on my single burner propane stove.

Molly doesn’t much like her dog food but she sure could scoff down pancakes and Cheez-It’s. So the picture posted here isn’t very exciting, get the hell over it.

Yesterday I made a center pole for my tent. It’s free standing once it’s up, but takes two people or a pole to get it up. *A pole to get it up…. lol* The pole can just stay there after the tent is up, so I put clothes hooks on it to hang things on, won’t have to toss my coat, pants and shirt on the floor when I go to bed.

Shrink-wrapped-scream… I’m a very handy person and can fix and make most things myself. But not all men are as handy as I am. Hey hon, get your hubby some bungy cords, rope and ‘grizzly tape’ and all will be well in your world. And the tape may come in handy someday if you want to shut him the hell up. LOL

Also, I went through my stock of aluminum tubes and made up tubes to make a 8X10 shelter over a picnic table, and figured out how to put it up alone if I have to. Projects like that are when my metal lathe comes in really handy. You don’t own a metal lathe? Well, nanner, nanner, nanner. (He, he, he)

Went to The UU Fellowship yesterday also, ‘Crazy’ was there and we sat together, after the service I took her for a little spin on my Honda scooter. But in truth, I think that my deepest spiritual side is too heavy for her, we’ll see. And now this update, I suspect that she has discovered my blog even though I haven’t told her about it. And she is still talking to me, how cool is that?

There is a new Safeway store just a few blocks from me, they built it about two years ago. I walked over there the other morning for some milk and they are striping the tiles off of the floors. I asked the checkout girl why the floor was being replaced already and she said that they were going to the ‘lifestyle’ design like in the store in town.

What the fuck? I’ve never paid any attention to the floor in the one in town when in there. My lifestyle is just frigging fine without them changing the floor, how dare they decide what my lifestyle is. I wonder how much money we could save on food if they wasn’t always doing crap like that. My place has some used carpet and the area where my computer desk is is still the old wood floor and I’m just fine with it. See, it’s crap like this that is so hard on the planet, does anyone really care? I don’t need that crap, I need a hug, okay?

I believe in You! And I wish you enough! But not a thing more. It’s too hard on the planet.
Have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Camping story #6 – Camp Coffee

In the old days we made camp coffee by just putting the coffee grounds in the pot and letting them settle some before drinking the coffee. But I like my coffee strained through a filter like modern coffee makers. That mug in the picture is big, holds almost a whole pot of coffee. Years ago I made a PVC adapter ring on my lathe that sat on a glass coffeepot and I put the filter basket on it, then that plastic bowl on top of it.

That bowl has four tiny holes in the bottom of it to drip the hot water heated on the campfire into the filter basket. Only on this trip I had missed taking the filter basket, but I had a small plastic dish from a deli that fit in the adapter ring well so I cut slots in it to use as a filter basket. I had a glass coffeepot with me but discovered that my adapter ring would also fit on that big mug so I used it as it kept the coffee warm while I drank it. I screwed up and deleted all the pictures of the camping trip yesterday. When I delete things I use the shift key so they don’t go to the recycle bin where I can retrieve them later. Oh well. Good thing I had emailed most of them to some friends so I could retrieve them from the sent mail.

Shrink-wrapped Scream …. So you think that you would like to have me for a neighbor hey? Well, you may be right, the lady next door thinks that I’m the best thing that has ever happened to her. And she thinks I’m the most interesting and smartest person she has ever met. She gets my spiritual journey and she doesn’t think that I’m weird at all. LOL

In all my years I’ve always been a good neighbor, but I’ve have to train a few of mine. :-)

Yesterday, on the way to my birthday breakfast that Helen treated me too I stopped at the closed hardware store and loaded two free 8 foot tall shelf units that are 16 inches deep and 16 inches wide. They will come in handy, I offered one to the crazy chick. I also picked up three free wheelchairs yesterday. I make use of the wheels and some of the frame parts off of them.

In the evening I went to beer church and they had a cake there for me and I drank all evening for free. Everyone had a good time and no, I didn’t get drunk and was home at 8:00.

What we call 'Progress' is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.
Without music life would be a mistake.

Spirituality is looking beyond the material dimension of your life and discovering something that's intangible but very important. I want to emphasize the importance of at least connecting with the spiritual power in yourself - especially because, in the world we live in, that isn't something that will happen by itself. There's a reason why you're here, and you have a spiritual purpose you need to accomplish - one of your life's most important tasks is finding out what that is.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Camping story #5 - DNR campground cop

During my second day of camping I woke up to rain and it rained off and on most of the day. Thanks to the city dude lending me some poles the stuff on the picnic table was staying dry but a towel I use in the tent for a mat and some other cloths wasn’t getting dry. I could sit under the table tarp and enjoy the campfire but it wasn’t quite close enough to dry things so I decided to rig another old tarp I had with me over the fire.

So I use a stick to prop up the cooking grate on the fire pit so that it can help support the tarp on one side and I start trying to figure out how to tie it to other things to hold it over the fire some. It keeps trying to fall into the fire and destroy itself and maybe burn the whole campground up but I managed to get it rigged up with out burning anything up. Then I leaned a pole on the top of the grate to hang things on to dry.

About fifteen minutes later a DNR ‘campground cop’ walks into my site and my first thought was “Great, he will make me take the tarp down.” But Mike was a very nice young man and asked me how it was going. I said something like “Okay, I’m just an old country hick trying to dry some things here.” He smiled and we talked for about ten minutes, I told him about the picnic idiots and the fire they had going, and I gave him one of my cards.

As he got ready to leave he said to be careful not to burn the tarp up, I replied with “It’s no big deal, it’s an old tarp.” He laughed and told me to have a good evening. The next day I figured out how to rig the tarp in a better way so that I could sit under it also. You can see the tarp in the picture posted in the “Camping story #2” post.

The vice president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society called me yesterday morning, you know, the crazy chick that I like, maybe for some stupid reason. But even stupid reasons can be valid if everything aligns right in the cosmos. She had bought a bed from a lady that I already know and she wanted to know if I would go pick it up and take it to her home and set it up, and then help her burn a brush pile.

Being as I’m always willing to make a fool of myself over crazy chicks to see if I can get one on my spiritual journey I agreed to do that for her. She wasn’t home when I got to her place but the door wasn’t locked so I went in and swiped everything of interest to me. Just kidding, I’m trying to get rid of stuff, not get more stuff.

I packed the bed into the house *groan* because I had a few hard jobs this week and my back is sore and when she gets home about an hour later I pack it upstairs and then we discuss my making a closet in her bedroom. WTF? This bedroom has not got a closet in it, since when do they make bedrooms without closets in them?

Anyfuckingway, we went out and burnt the pile of brush and talked a lot and blew soap bubbles. I’ll go back up next week and install a TV antenna for her.

Boy, it’s hard to believe that I made it to 64 years, should idiots be allowed to live that long? I might even last another year, time will tell. Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

More camping stories on the way

I’ll get back to the camping stories but I want to talk about a few other things right now.

So I called the lady I mentioned the other day, and it sounded like she was still drinking, and this was in the afternoon. She wanted me to go to her place and hang out with her and drink beer. Screw that, I have better things to do. I suggested that if she sobers up and wants to go on a picnic or something to call me.

Yellow paint, yup, I checked my paint cabinet and found a gallon of bright yellow paint, that will brighten up the inside of my new storage area and reflect light well. I painted it yesterday. I’ll build a back wall now and then get the nice free cabinets in it. It’s just a dirt floor but I have some metal roofing I will put down, good enough for a storage area.

I don’t really have anything special planned for my birthday tomorrow. Helen is treating me to breakfast in town and I will go to the Peace Rally. And Ann will have a cake for me at beer church so I will go there for a while in the evening. There is no music and dancing at the Eagles this weekend so that isn’t an option.

Rick gave me an apartment size clothes washer, he thought the belt was just loose as it wouldn’t spin dry. I tightened the belt and tried it the other day but it still didn’t spin dry. Discovered that the solenoid that releases the tub so it can spin is not working. So it is the solenoid or the timer isn’t sending the power to it. I have lots of parts so I will check it out more and fix it. Or mickey mouse it to make it work. LOL

I was given a very nice TV antenna yesterday, I will install it at the crazy chicks home as she wants to get some local channels that the satellite dish doesn’t provide.

Sewmouse said some things in a comment that I want to tackle, what she said is in bold text. “I have done the "small town" thing. I hate it. Hum, I love small towns, I’ve lived in big towns, they are great places for those that are loners and want to be lost in the crowd. But I like small towns where I am noticed and can be a big fish in a small pond so to speak. I hate having neighbors in my back pocket, Huh? I hate the cliquishness, And since when isn’t big towns just lots of little cliques? I hate the lack of services/stores. A consumer are we? Just asking, everything I’ve always needed can be found in a small town, but then I don’t need much. Which is a GOOD thing, I would think, because that way not everybody is trying to get what YOU have - it's kinda cool to all have different preferences.” I suppose, enjoy your big town and being lost in it then I guess.

And hon, maybe you should get over your German roots? There was a time I wouldn’t have thought of hugging anyone but my wife, now I will hug anyone that needs or wants a hug. Hugs.

Cathouse Teri, hon, I did not contradict myself yesterday, my opinion is the truth, they are both the same, even if you don’t see it as such. My opinion is always subject to change though if you can present a good enough argument against it. As for your opinion that I was pissing on your cloud, feel free to drop in and piss on mine anytime. This isn’t a Walt Disney world hon and I allow all opinions here as we try to evolve higher. Hey, you talk about sex a lot, or make sexual remarks anyway. Ever have spiritual sex? Few have, you have to get away from your mind to have that. And that is why we are here, it’s sure not to make more screwed up kids.

Hey, have a great day everyone, hugs…. BBC

Camping story #4 – The city idiot dude

Just after the picnic idiots left on Wednesday a fancy Ford pickup with a fancy camper on it pulls into where they had been, campsite #2. He backs into the site, jumps out and pulls the handles on the quick release tie downs that keep the camper on the truck and grabs a fancy control that controls hydraulic jacks to lift the camper, he then pulls the truck out from under it and lowers the camper close to the ground.

Drags out a big Honda generator, cranks up some music and starts a fire. I’m thinking “Great, now I have a city idiot next to me, brought the city with him, just what I needed. Hum, his camper has a slide out on it, I’ve never seen a pickup camper with a slide out on it before, pretty fancy.”

A little car had followed him in and there was a lady in a skirt messing around looking like she was trying to adjust her boobs, or something. I met him the next day and learned that he lives in Bremerton and she lives in Sequim, just 12 miles from here. They met on an internet dating site about a week before and she came along to spend the night with him. That seems pretty fast but it’s none of my business and there has been a few women that I have clicked with right away so what ever.

Actually, he turned out to be a pretty nice guy and we spent a fair amount of time at each other’s fires talking. His lady friend came out again on Saturday evening and I met her on Sunday. He is a disabled driller and wants to get back to get back to work but the operations haven’t worked and his injury won’t heal. He didn’t have a lot of firewood and I helped him gather up more from other sites that folks had left, and the day I went to town I picked up more at my place.

Yesterday I went to the closed hardware store to see what free stuff might be there and I got a pickup load of 2 X 4 foot ceiling panels, I’ll use them to insulate the ceiling in the shop.

Life is good, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Camping story #3 - Waking up to rain

To be conscious that you are ignorant is a great step to knowledge.

Sometimes I take my own turns at being an idiot. I had planned on (ha, ha, ha) good weather through my camping trip, but Goddess likes to screw with me just as much as she likes to screw with everyone else. And at 5 AM Thursday morning I woke up to rain hitting the tent. I hadn’t thought to bring the needed items to rig a shelter over the picnic table as it’s been years since I’ve done any camping and I got a bit stupid about some of it.

I had put the boxes of food and dishes in the pickup before going to bed the night before but everything else on the table got wet. Not the end of the world but I didn’t even have sense enough to put a tarp over it that evening. I did have a new 8 X 10 tarp, and one 8 foot 2X4. So I went to the logjam in the river and sawed off two limbs about seven feet long. Using the table to support one I supported the other one by sticking it in a bucket and filling it with chunks of wood and a patio block I had with me.

I’m thinking that I will have to find more limbs to use at the ends when the city idiot dude next door (I’ll write about him in another post) wanders over to my campsite and offers the use of some adjustable poles that he has in his pickup camper. That was really helpful, you can see some of the shelter I got over the table in this picture.

Anyway, yesterday I went out to Granny’s Café and helped Terry put up the paneling on the pitched roof in the building he is making. Boy, I must have went up and down a ladder about a hundred times and my legs got really sore.

On the way out there I spotted a “Free Stuff” sign at the hardware store that has closed because they built a new one near me and I got two free cabinets and some good oak boards. When I got back to town I took them off the truck and went back to see what else was there and I got another one that was nine feet long. They will be great for the new storage area I made recently, the cosmos timed that just right.

Then I took the tent roof cover over to Rick’s shop and he made and sewed on a nice brow extension on it for me. Now I have a fifty dollar tent with a hundred dollar brow extension on it. LOL…. But it didn’t cost me anything so all is good.

I talked to the crazy chick yesterday also and her ‘partner’ in California is coming to visit her so I’m done splashing around in that mud puddle I guess. I’m really not interested in being involved with someone that can’t make up their mind what they want. I will be going there in a few days to put a TV antenna on her roof though.

And a lady that I met a few months ago called me yesterday and wanted me to go visit her, but I could tell by the message that she left on my answering machine that she was drunk so I didn’t return her call. Visiting a drunk that wants some attention is a pain in the butt, I’ll call her today when she has sobered up some and maybe we can get better aquatinted.

Hey, have a great day, hugs. BBC

Camping story #2 - Idiots on a day trip

Hey, this is my 501th post, big whoop. Boy, my camping posts are starting to sound like bitching. LOL

So on my first day of camping at 6 pm a white van pulls into the campsite next to me, followed by three or four cars. About fifteen men from teenagers to an older man piles out of them and they rush into the woods to collect limbs for a fire even though they are posted no firewood cutting. I’m not sure what nationality they were but they are bilingual. They did have an axe and broke the branches up.

Soon a man comes over and asks if I have some matches or a lighter, WTF? Out of 15 men going on a picnic not one of them can think of a lighter? Even non-smokers should pack a lighter with them, you never know when you might need a little fire. I gave him a lighter to use and soon a teen returns it and asks me if I have one of those kind they start BBQ’s with, hell no I don’t, I don’t need one. I gave him a fire stick and they soon had a blazing fire going, that’s what idiots do, make big fires.

They cooked hotdogs, ate watermelon and things like that. They left about 7:30 and piled all the branches left on the fire and just took off leaving their mess of wrappers and things like that, I swear, I’m surrounded by fucking idiots. I went over and kicked the fire apart and took the wood to my camp, you just don’t leave a big fire unattended, the morons.

Big fires are a waste and pollute the planet too much, like people like that care, the picture is of one of my small campfires, I also did some cooking on them.

I had lunch with the crazy chick yesterday, it was interesting and I explained to her the best I could that while I wanted to do things like that with her that I wanted to do them in a dating relationship and that if all we could be is just friends that we should just meet in town for coffee or beer at times to catch up on bullshit and what is going on in our lives. I will of course continue to help her with things but will keep my feelings to myself. I’m not clear as to if she understood but, um, never mind, it’s just that there is no point in my mind going places if there is no journey for us in sight.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Camping story #1 - Lyre River

The picture posted here is bigger, click on it if you want to see it bigger.

So on Wednesday I left home about 9:00 AM, picked up Molly at Rick’s shop and went to the Lyre River campground. It’s a free campground managed by the Department of Natural Resources. There are about 15 campsites and two, um, outhouses, shitters. It’s only 25 miles from my place so it is quick to get to.

The natives called it Singing Waters but when our ancestors came and started taking it away from them a Captain Kellett changed the name to the Lyre River, after that ancient musical instrument. Just after arriving there I spotted a quarter so I figured that as a good sign.

There weren’t many campers there so I picked campsite #1 at the end of campground, figuring that at least I wouldn’t have other idiot campers on both sides of me. Idiots on one side of me is about all I want to tolerate. They are fair sized campsites so no one is real close to other campers anyway.

I bought my tent some time ago but had never put it up before, I just bought it in case I needed it for emergencies, if my place burned, earthquake, company, etc. Because I had a big boat in the marina this is the first time I’ve gone camping since moving here.

So I pull it out of it’s nice case and spread it out to put up. This is not a 30 second pop-up tent, it takes some work to put it up. So I fiddle with it for about 20 minutes and think to myself, “Hum, I’d better look at the instructions”. LOL, I’m not such a frigging idiot that I won’t read instructions when I need to.

It starts going faster until I get to were they say, “Have a person go inside the tent and hold it up”. WTF? I’m alone here except for Molly who is only 10 inches tall and a stupid dog. So I get out my folding camp saw and cut a straight branch about six feet long to hold it up while I install the fiberglass rods on the outside that supports it all. Once it is put up one time it’s pretty easy to do it the second time, I’ve put it up on Helen’s lawn for it too dry and then I will clean it and put it back in it’s carrying case.

One stupid thing about this tent is the “brow”, the flap over the doors. It doesn’t stick out far enough and when it is raining the rain runs into the tent when you open the door flap, or if you don’t have the bottom zipper closed. I rigged up an extension to the brow and will have Rick sew on a better one.

One of the first things Molly managed to do was rap her chain around one of the cover ropes and stake about three times. But I will write about Molly in another post.

By noon I had the camp set up pretty well and Molly and I spent the rest of the day goofing off and going for walks. Along toward evening Molly and I took a little walk and I spotted a rig with Illinois plates on it so I stopped to ask the man were he was from, Chicago. We talked for a while, he is just bumming around checking out the country, then I started a small campfire and just enjoyed the evening and blew some soap bubbles.

So the Singing Waters is a fast moving river and I wasn’t used to all that noise at night when sleeping and I kept waking up, but I got used to it after a few nights. I’ll be doing a number of posts about the camping trip, a single post would be way too long.

And, the vice president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society called last evening and I’m going to her place for lunch today. I don’t think she can get on my journey with me so I reckon it’s pretty much a waste of time, but being the fool I am I will go.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

I’m baaaack !!

I decided to stay out camping for yet another extra day, I got back about noon today (Sunday). Now I have to get the pickup unloaded and put the tent up on the grass to dry and clean it, things like that.

I will be doing a number of posts about the trip starting tomorrow, with some pictures. All I have to say about it right now is that some man in the campground must be afraid of public toilets and stands over it to take a crap. I had to clean the ring twice before I could use it myself. So I left a note on the wall by the toilet, it said.

IF YOU HAVE TO STAND TO TAKE A CRAP
-RAISE THE RING-
YOU IDIOT !!!
THERE IS NO REASON TO CRAP ON THE RING.

Like it say’s on my coffee cup, I’m surrounded by fuckin’ idiots.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Checking in

It’s cool to be away for a few days and return and boot up my computer too hear it say, “Hey Billy, lets rock and roll”.

It was wonderful to be out camping during the summer solstice, even though it rained most of the day yesterday. I just came back to town to do a few things, check on Helen, and get more firewood, have decided to go back for another day and night.

Have a great day, hugs…… BBC

Going Camping

Got the roof on out at Granny’s yesterday after eating breakfast there. Terry really didn’t have an idea how to install metal roofing on a 12-6 (45 degree) pitch roof alone and he could have screwed it up or got hurt. Working together it only took us two hours. Then one of his cute daughters made me a double chocolate, double malt shake, yummmmy.

Then I stuck around for a few more hours and installed the paneling on the inside pitch ends as Terry has trouble figuring out angles. This building is to be used for storage and won’t have a flat ceiling in it, but a pitched one. He built the walls wrong, didn’t have an extra stud in the corners to nail the paneling to so I had him install nailers and instructed him on how to install nailers in the pitch over the paneling I installed for when the ceiling paneling goes on.

By next week he should have the insulation in the ceiling and I will go back out and help him install the ceiling panels. The rest of the building he should be able to finish himself.

When I got back to town I stopped at beer church for a beer and to see what as going on, Sally was there and it’s always nice to talk to her. Then I went to Rick’s shop and Betty had left a jar of homemade pickled beets for me, yum, will take them camping with me.

After doing the laundry early this morning I’m leaving on my camping trip, and Molly is going with me. Molly is Rick’s little half-breed pug dog, he is going to Olympia for a few days to work on some custom cars and can’t take her, but she can go camping, she is laid back and won’t be any problem at all. The long walks will do her good.

I expect to be back sometime Friday and will do an afternoon post.

As for the cartoon posted here, people easily forget to care for the earth when they want something. And many just don’t care period, I know a lot of people like that.
Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

More than they say

Impossible to get too carried away with a good rant.

When people ask me to help them it’s always more work than they say it is. And I screwed up, I had told Terry that I would pick up the roofing at the lumberyard and I completely forgot too. But the building has a lot more work that needs to be done to it so we worked on other things yesterday. I’m going back today and we will install the roofing. I’ll go back out for a few days next week and help him to the inside ceiling as it’s hard for one man to do it alone and there is a few things that he’s not sure how to do properly.

“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.”

I contend that in the future, because of science, stem cell research, learning the ins and outs of genetics, that all people will be attractive and free of many of the ailments and defects that beset humans.

Yes, I understand that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder but lets face it, there are some pretty ugly people on this planet and no one wants to be ugly, deformed, have an illness, or have handicaps. The other evening a lady told me how handsome I am, I’ve heard that more than once over the years. I think that I’m okay looking, but not particularly handsome. And I think my advancing age is making me less so.

The question is not whether we will die but how we will live.
Nothing causes self-delusion quite so readily as power.

While at church attending Sunday services, an elderly couple had the following whispered conversation.
"I just silently passed some gas, what do you think I should do?" asked the wife. He replied, "Put a new battery in your hearing-aid."

I finely got the well used and abused little scooter motor running pretty good, and will return it to the boy I mounted it on a bike for next weekend when he is at his dads place.

I talked to the crazy chick last evening, I will go to her place next week too visit her. But I think it may be stupid of me to keep doing that, we have different objectives in life.

Have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Reaction

Sometimes I just like to say off the wall things to see what kind of a reaction I will get. So I’m talking to a lady that I know pretty well yesterday and she asked me why I didn’t wear my dentures all the time. I said “Because you might want your nipples gummed”. Ha, ha, ha, she handled it pretty well.

I trust that everyone had a good fathers day yesterday, Helen treated me to breakfast out, other than that I hadn’t planed anything special for it.

Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat by simply using the sink. LOL

The latest telephone poll taken by the Florida Governor's office asked whether people who live in Florida think illegal immigration is a serious problem.

29% of respondents answered: "Yes, it is a serious problem."
71% of respondents answered: "No es una problema seriosa."

You only need two tools: WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn't move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape.

Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

“What’s popular is not always right. What’s right is not always popular”. I saw that bumper sticker, and others of an earth nature on a ladies rig yesterday, I figure that she is a goddess of the best kind, so I waited until she came out of the store and I complemented her on the good choice of bumper stickers she had.

I’m trying to keep my posts short, ha, ha, ha. I’m cataloging links to all my old posts in a word document and then I will start going through all of them and picking out the good and important stuff, removing the muttering, and putting it all in a book form where all that I say will flow better and make more sense.

Those of you that don’t believe in a spirituality called God are just a bunch of monkeys, maybe less than monkeys. Just saying. :-)

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Change of plans

I’m not going camping on Monday. My friend, Terry, that owns Granny’s café called and asked if I could go out and help him put a roof on a building out there. I was thinking about changing the camping dates anyway so I could be out with nature/goddess during the summer equinox. You so called Pagans that the so called enlightened Christians like to mock will understand why.

You know what is amusing to me? That some people think that I’m mentally ill and a drunk when they don’t even know me personally. Hell a lot of people thought that Einstein was mentally ill, but these people aren’t aware enough to tackle the things I do. And even if I was an old drunk I want to remind folks that some of the greatest people in history also were. Start with Jesus, a drunk, and work your way to the present and you will see what I mean. And they think that God shouldn’t get angry, well, God and Goddess try not to be angry, but they get fed up with all the nonsense here and blowup at times.

These monkeys that worship their dogs and cats on their blogs are interesting, but they sure don’t like God trying to get them to understand themselves better. I like dogs and cats, but I’m damn if I will worship them.

Calvin (Klein) is the slick operator who sells your kids things for eighty-five dollars that cost seven at Sears. He has created millions of tiny snobs, children who look disdainfully at you and say, “Nothing from Sears.”

HANOVER, N.H. - A child with diabetes and a paralyzed 23-year-old joined Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Rodham Clinton on Friday in urging President Bush to loosen restraints on money for embryonic stem cell research.

God approves of stem cell research, as a way to improve on what Goddess creates.

I’ve put another post on my other blog this morning also, Terri and others may find it interesting. The un-evolving need not bother to read it. My other blog

Have a great day, hugs... BBC

Buddha was an Idiot

Having said that I wouldn’t do another post until Sunday, I had to write this post cuz the universe wants me to.

A Buddhist goes into a hamburger joint and says, ‘make me one with everything’.

The hamburger remark of course is a reference to the world and all that is in it. Hello? Have you noticed that there are a lot of maggots in this hamburger/planet? Maggots like George Bush? All the greedy people and corporations out there, the religious crackpots. I could go on and on but you get my drift.

What brought this on was a post and discussion at Alister's blog… Alistair said...well, your part of the all lacks the imagination to see the good in all this.

Bullshit, I see good all the time. But I’m not here to bitch about the good, I’m here to bitch about the bad and try to make things better for everyone. Tell them what they/ we are.

It doesn’t do any good for me to tell others this though, because they won’t raise above their ignorance and accept it. Why should Buddha be revered, he was a long time ago and he was an escapist, a person who escapes into a world of fantasy, like most others on this planet that won’t accept what they are and correct this planet.

At six am yesterday I biked to the beach for a while. I always stop on the trestle going over Morse Creek to reflect/resonate with spirit. I married a couple on that trestle some years back. Anyway to show you just how delusional I am, for years I’ve had this delusion that one day I would stand there with my arm around a woman. Ha, ha, ha…. Boy, am I stupid. No woman here spiritual enough for that journey with me.

But I had a nice bike ride alone and enjoyed the wild roses and other flowers and sights along the trail and beach. Better than going with the crazy chick that speeds along and notices nothing, and doesn’t see what she is.

God is a Darwinist, also in evolution, and you are of that, just go look in a mirror. Just saying.

Yesterday I got the roofing underpayment and roofing on the storage area I’m making.

Mutter, mutter, fuck it, who cares. Have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Next Sunday

I’ve posted this cartoon before but I like it so I’m posting it again. If it offends someone, cool. :-)
This is going to be a bit of a long post and I won’t be posting again until next Sunday. I need to catch up on some other things and hope to go camping for a day or two this week. Well, maybe next week, depends on the weather and my getting caught up here, but I’m going camping before the month is out. Whew, blogging, writing, and visiting others blogs takes up a lot of time.

New here? Long time readers know this but let me be clear about something. Yes, I swear here, I agree with Mark Twain that swearing is a fine and enjoyable art. Do I swear all the time around others when I’m talking to them? Of course not, I do most of my swearing on my blog. Around others I’m like a chameleon, blend in with the herd, if they are swearing some, I may or may not. Sing along now, “It’s my blog and I will swear if I want too, swear if I want to, swear if I want too. You would swear too if it happened too you.” Okay, shut up, you sound terrible. LOL

Anyone that wants to can swear on my blog, even at me. I always enjoy a good pissing contest, it’s part of the process of how we evolve.

I got an email from Sarah yesterday, it was nice to hear from her being as she hasn’t posted on her blog for a while. She lives in Australia, I’ve never been there but it’s one of the places I would want to see if I ever traveled again. My traveling days are over though, I’ve damaged this planet enough with all the traveling I used to do. She asked about the area I live in, I’ve talked about it in past posts but here is a little information for new readers.

I live in Port Angeles, Washington. On the Olympia Peninsula, it’s beautiful around here. I’m just minutes from the National Park and the Puget Sound beaches. I can see the snow capped mountains from my place and I bike to the beaches a lot. Anyone of course can Google the area to find out more about it. The only thing I have to add is that there is getting to be too damn many people here, the wrong types. Trying to make this Seattle West. This country hick doesn’t like that.

And a few days ago I also got an email from Mona, she lives in India, and from Davo, he lives in Australia, it’s interesting knowing others in other countries even though we only know each other thorough our blogs. I haven’t met a blogger friend in person yet, other than a few folks here that read my blog but don’t have blogs of their own. I did meet a few folks in person back when we where doing chat rooms, one lady looked me up when she was here on a trip. I posted a picture of her in an older post.

Blogs are interesting, a lot like real life in some ways. Friends come and go and sometimes you never know why they left. Well, I know why some of them leave me, they don’t like to be challenged about their thinking and lifestyles. I can only guess of course being as I wasn’t given an explanation, but I’m guessing that one of Babzy’s friends that I visited and commented at got upset because I commented about her having six children. Hello? How can people ignore overpopulation these days? Other than foolish christians and people like that because they think their God will fix it all. Yeah, right. Anyone that thinks that is a fool.

Did I lose something by losing Babzy as a friend? Shucks no, she was just a passing piece of cosmic dust in the ruts of passing time and space. I think that she wants some of her blogging friends to think that she is a sweet innocent thing so she deleted a bunch of things, and basically closed her blog down, whatever. I’ve had friends come and go all of my life, that is how life is.

There is no way I would want to bring six more children on this sick and dying planet right now, not even one. Their future looks pretty bleak with what I see as anarchy coming. I see good things in the future, but it’s going to be ugly for some time. Ah, the future, hard to say how it will go for mankind being as it is so stupid and there are very few truly spiritual people here.

Something I need to try to remember is that picky, picky, picky people irk me, this is why I should not try to get too close to the bat shit crazy chick. I really don’t mind the crazy part, some of it is kind of cute, but geez, she was fussing about some grass clippings being on her gravel path to the shed. She has five acres, she’ll go crazy trying to keep everything Martha Stewart pretty perfect. There are pine trees all over the place, there will always be something on the paths. She’s in the country now, she needs to program herself to be country, or move back into her condo in town. I accuse her of being too American Buddhist like.

A kid that is in the neighborhood on weekends visiting his dad brought his busted up gas scooter over so I could remove the two cycle engine (noisy) and mount it on a bike I gave him. Mounting it was pretty easy but it won’t keep running without my injecting gas into it. I don’t like working on little engines when they quit running, they are just little pieces of cosmic crap wanting to be big macho V-8’s when they grow up. And they run all over the frigging place sounding like angry bees and disturbing my peace. I even own a weed whacker to trim around Helen’s and my place.

It isn’t getting the gas it should so maybe the itsy bitsy fuel pump is wearing out. I poured some gas in a jar and put it on a ladder higher than the carb to see if it would run off of a gravity feed system. Got a long piece of tubing out of the shop to use. I had to get it to siphon so I bent over and sucked on the carb end and somehow I knocked the jar off the ladder, splashing gas right in my face and eyes. It wasn’t much fun for a few minutes, my eyes were burning like mad and I could only blink them open for a second at a time to see as I stumbled into my place to clean them with soap and water. When things go to hell in a hand basket I stop right there for a while, I’ll take another shot at it today, and try to be more careful. You know what they say, if you’re not making mistakes it’s because you’re not doing anything.

A local (operates statewide) oil company’s truck rolled and burst into flames the other day when the driver swerved to avoid three deer. Hello? Most of you know that I’ve driven an eighteen wheeler in 48 states and a good share of Canada. I’ve only driven one about 300 thousand miles, not much compared to career drivers, but it gave me plenty of experiences. Most of you know that I’m an ex master mechanic and built and drove racecars. I know all about mass and motion, and things like that. And let me tell you, It is really fucking stupid to try to swerve a mass of 80 thousand pounds going at highway speeds to avoid deer. Really fucking stupid. Hitting a deer with an 18 wheeler may damage a truck a little, but not much, I hit a number of them when I was trucking and there was little damage to the truck, if any at all. Even if it does damage the truck a little, it beats swerving and rolling it and burning it up.

And the loss of a few stupid deer that was in the wrong place at the wrong time isn’t the biggest thing in the world to worry about. The mommy’s will make more of them. Don’t take me wrong, I love deer, I walk by them at times and talk to them, but they are expendable at times. This is not a Walt Disney world by any means. Besides, swerving to avoid killing a deer or two involves the chance that you will kill a human or two when you lose control, now what choice are you going to make? I will take the deer out.

My advice, stay the hell away from gas tankers when you are driving unless you want to go up in flames.

Went to a play yesterday, put on by the High School Thespian Society. It was RAP 4-1-1, A Lonely Girl In Cyberspace. Helen went with me also, she had never been to live performances until I introduced them to her and she likes them also. It was really good, the readers that have been around for a while know that I like live performances.

There was a sort of rowdy looking young man there, not dressed too weird like many young people are these days, or with a bunch of tattoos and body armor stuck on him. But there was that look about him, he was wearing a tee shirt that said DON’T JUDGE ME BASED ON YOUR IGNORANCE. Whatever, I’ve been around a heck of a lot and had a lot of experiences and done a lot of observing, and I’m getting old, I’m hardly ignorant anymore even though younger folks may think I am. Just wait until they get to my age if they do, and see what they think then. Wisdom and true knowledge comes with age and many struggles, the young just think they have it, what they actually want is freewill.

Life, expect the unexpected, see you on Sunday. Happy paths, hugs…. BBC

Another Sunday

I like the bubble-making machine that I made the best as I can flood an area with thousands of bubbles. And he, he, he, piss off cranky people. LOL … I like to use it when I’m other places because it adds ambiance to the events and most people like soap bubbles.

But for a store bought machine this one works pretty well, about the best working one I’ve bought to try. I got it for less than five dollars and it came with a bottle of soap and two Energizer batteries. That’s not a bad deal, I used it some at the peace rally yesterday.

On the way home I stopped at beer church to see what was going on because it is on the street I use. For early afternoon it was pretty full and the jukebox was blasting away. Some guy I don’t know was there, drunk as hell, having a great time, losing his sense and buying everyone beers, I was just drinking orange juice but I let him buy me one. Two glasses of orange juice must be good for something, maybe even good for me.

Babzy, I have the answers hon, I’m not seeking anymore, seeking is for lost sheep, but few listen to me when I say that we are God in evolution. So many want to argue all that old crap they were taught, depending on where they were born and what they were taught. If there is only one God, as many of them say, it has to be us, not some mystical idiot in the sky. And trying to honor everyone else’s God has never worked and never will work. All that bullshit causes wars.

We have a president that reads the bible everyday and thinks he is doing Gods work, the fucking idiot. Sadly, this country is geared to be a war economy, there is big money in it, that just makes me sick. Sometimes I just wish that someone would blow the US off the face of the planet, maybe then we would have some peace. Na, that would kill a lot of monkeys that are peaceful and there are idiots all over this planet.

BTW, Babzy, the reason I have two blogs is that I try to be light here, and heavy on the other one, but I keep screwing up and putting heavy stuff here. :-) And I did put a new post on my other blog this morning. My other blog

Have a great day everyone, hugs…. BBC

Don’t judge others?

Bullshit, this world will never grow up if others are not judged. I’m sure the bright idea of not judging others was made up by someone that didn’t want to be judged because they didn’t want to grow up.

This isn’t what I was going to post today, but a lady on Yahoo Freecycle that is picky, picky, picky and thinks it is her personal shopping service irked me and I called her on it because she is so picky. She came back with “Don’t judge me, I was raised poor, waa, waa, waa.” Big deal, I was raised poor also, by many standards I’m still poor and no one hears me complaining and being picky. I’m just thankful for what comes to me.

It turns out that even Yahoo had called her on it so she made another Yahoo ID so she could keep using it. People like this irritate me, damn right I will judge them. She was looking for a white queen bedspread and I have one and offered it to her. She starts in with a bunch of questions, is it pure white, and a solid color, is there any stains on it, or holes in it, blah, blah, blah. In other words is it like brand new?

As a matter of fact it does look new, I give a lot of stuff away on Freecycle and others are thankful for what they get and she is the only one that pesters me and is a pain in the butt, I won’t respond to her requests in the future. And I don’t respect others that are deceitful and make up false ID’s. She can just sit over there and pout because I called her on it, I don’t care.

The other day I gave a bike to a lady that was looking for one on Freecycle, she asked no questions and was glad to get it. She didn’t care what color it was and things like that, she was just thankful to get a bike, I prefer to give to folks like that and she got a nice eighteen speed bike that I had checked out lubed and adjusted so it should give her good service for some time.

I got the roof on the storage area yesterday, light rain right now so I guess I won’t get the roofing on today. But there is plenty of other things I can do around here today, as well as going to the peace rally.

Babzy, to make a link you use code. I've tried to show you an example here but the example turns into a link so you can't see the example. If you send me an email to the email address in my profile I will explain how in an email. Or you can find it in blogger help files.

Have a great Saturday, be thankful for what you have and don’t be too needy and picky, life isn’t about that. If you have shelter and food you are a very lucky person so I don’t want to hear any whining. Hugs…. BBC

Love is a myth?

I’m going to mutter some, you never know what is going to come up on this blog and I had figured that I was done with dealing with women and talking about all that, but here we go again. Two little monkeys sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g. It must be spring and everyone is in heat, or something. After six or seven years of no sex you would think that I would have all that behind me by now.

So I called the bat shit crazy chick last night to tell her that I missed her company and she just blew me off. I like her spiritual path but she is screwing up cosmic plans and fun with each other with her human mind. Sigh, so be it, I trod on alone. I’m not going to allow her to drive me more crazy.

Babzy, nice to meet you also, you are a hoot hon. *smile* But you might change your mind about meeting me someday, I get pretty cranky and really bitch about mankind sometimes. Like I’m perfect ya know. *smirks* Well, they teach us the stupidest things and raise us wrong here so I guess it isn’t our fault. And we could talk about the relationship and sexual problems all day long on blogs and not get much of anywhere. I know this though, there is a hell of a lot of sexually frustrated people on this planet.

Sewmouse commented yesterday …Love is a myth, men know nothing of love, they just want sex and someone to get them a beer afterward.

That isn’t true, and anyone holding that attitude will never be happy. Love is our most complex emotion though.

As for me, I don’t want a beer after sex, I just want to lie there and let it soak for a while, kiss the boobs some more. *giggles* And even if I did want a beer I would go get it myself. And I don’t want to have sex with every woman I like, if she doesn’t turn my crank it isn’t going to happen, it’s also a very visual thing. If her spiritual path isn’t very close to mine it isn’t going to happen. I need a partner to finish my journey with, that thinks and talks like Terri, but we’ll never meet, we live on different sides of the planet and I’m not going anywhere. A dream sent me here and I’m finishing out my life right here. My place is free and clear and I live cheap and I’m very handy so I get by just fine.

Of course men want sex, and so does a heck of a lot of women, that is why we are here, we come here wired to do that, I’ve been with women that wanted more sex than I did. The spirits want to sex each other, it’s just human minds that screw it all up.

We are not here to work our butts off for the greedy ones, to have more than we need and let it overwhelm us trying to have and take care of it, been there, done that, it’s all bullshit, it ruins relationships, we are here to enjoy this planet and each other. Sheez, these monkeys just don’t get it.

All I have is all I need, except for a mate, a spiritual mate to share my journey with me. Forget it, it’s not going to happen and it makes me very sad at times. I get offers, I turn them down, I’m on a journey, I’ll will deal with it the best I can. I note with interest that those on spiritual journeys are all alone, the human side of the mind just mess up cosmic plans for them. So here I am up in the middle of the night again writing stupid shit.

Paris Hilton is out of jail already, don’t that just beat all? That spoiled little bitch shouldn’t be able to get special treatment. She couldn’t take it in there I bet and freaked out and the sheriff didn’t want to deal with her so he sent her home for house arrest. She’ll be back in trouble soon enough, she’s a frigging idiot.

Here are some extra commas, put them wherever the hell you like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
End of muttering, I’m going for a bike ride. Have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Two posts today

I see that I’m not the only one that is part of the omnipresent spirit. Cute cartoon, but it’s much more fun and interesting being a monkey with an opposing thumb and able to do such cool things. Of course a lot of the monkeys do really stupid things and don’t take good enough care of the planet. Outlaw SUV’s. Hell, outlaw greed.

Television ruins more minds than drugs.

There is the risk you cannot afford to take and there is the risk you cannot afford not to take.

Dance like no one is watching, sing like no one is listening, and love like it will never hurt.

One Youngster was explaining to another what "mixed emotions" meant. "It's like watching the school burn down when your new catcher's mitt is in your desk," he said.

Q. Do you know how New Zealanders practice safe sex?
A. They spray paint X's on the back of the sheep that kick!

If a person has any greatness in them, it comes to light - not in one flamboyant hour, but in the ledger of their daily work.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be. - Kurt Vonnegut

The post just below was also posted this morning. Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Itsy bitsy spiders

This mass of itsy bitsy spiders is only just over an inch across, there must be close to two hundred spiders in it. I looked at them with a magnifying glass and they are yellow with a black triangle on their butts. Hey, I’m God, at a cosmic level I’m their daddy. Terri must be their mommy.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is a hard business. If you try it, you'll be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent. They’ll never give up in Iraq…. BBC

Near Perfect

Over at Terri's blog she described me to damn near perfection.

The inimitable Billy B. Cook, who is living proof that you can be an irascible rapscallion and still have worthwhile philosophies to espouse!

You know hon, that is a near perfect description of me, hugs. Irascible: Quickly aroused to anger, actually I’m pretty easy going in person, but what God wouldn’t be angry with all the monkeys screwing around on this planet? When I get angry I vent my anger on my blog, not in person, or with guns and bombs.

But what makes you think I have philosophies? Just because I have truths it doesn’t make them philosophies, that is just a word made up by monkeys. It is true of course that I defy imitation, I wasn’t made with a cookie cutter. I could explain better but it would be pretty deep.

I used to wander around checking out different churches but gave up on that as they all insulted my intelligence and soul. One day a minister said that no one was perfect, this is true but after the service I said to him, “I’m perfect, I’m a perfect example of me.” I have gotten very complex though, and honor all that I am.

Yesterday when I was outside I happened to disturb a spiders tent like structure I hadn’t noticed until I disturbed it. Then I noticed a mass of baby spiders, greenish yellow, about the size of straight pinheads squirming around. When I went by a few minutes later they were all bunched up together again. It was interesting to see all those baby spiders and new life, I felt a sort of love for them.

When it comes to most spiders I say live and let live, give them a chance at the life they are here for, and they keep a lot of other bugs under control. I hope that they have happy lives, or at least, useful ones.

I went to visit the bat shit crazy chick yesterday and we had a good time, she is having some new tile installed in the kitchen and the house is a mess and she just moved in and is under a lot of stress, she is wired that way anyway, but I got her to calm down a few times and she needed that. Umm, it’s complicated, but what isn’t? She has some sort of on again off again relationship with another man in ‘We’re all fucking crazy California’. *sighs* Just go with the flow I guess.

She needs help with a few things and will be calling again, and being as I’m bat shit crazy I will go. What webs we weave.

You should live like you are going to live forever, but love like you are going to die tomorrow.

Humor
"Sir, your daughter says she loves me, and she can't live without me, and she wants to marry me."
"And you're asking my permission to marry her?"
"No, I'm asking you to make her leave me the hell alone."

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

God goes green

Actually, that was posted on my other blog this morning, interesting read.
My other blog

The past is finished. Learn from it and let it go. The future is not even here yet. Plan for it, but do not waste your time worrying about it. Worrying is worthless. When you stop ruminating about what has already happened, when you stop worrying about what might never happen, then you will be in the present moment. Then you will begin to experience joy in life.

The parishioners are talking with the minister at the back door of the sanctuary. "We were so glad to hear you say you didn't know where the money for the budget was going to come from. For a while, we thought you were going to ask us for it."

Do you ever feel overwhelmed because you just don’t have time to write all that you would like to write? Or have trouble writing some of it to your satisfaction? I’m still working on it.

Helen won two free movie passes from the radio station so I took her to see a movie yesterday, she loves going to the movies, I don’t like to but I’m willing to take such a sweet neighbor when she asks.

The movie we picked was “Bug”, just plain weird involving a psycho that thought others was using him for an experiment. And he turned a lady into a psycho also and they went out in flames. Reminds me of Kirsten’s book and all the things she states others have done to her. These people need to stay on their meds.

So, today I’m going to visit the vice president of the local chapter of the INSANE CHICKS SOCIETY. She called and wants me to go over for a few beers and to show me her fancy digs. And see what help and advice she can get out of me cuz she is a big city girl now on five acres and hasn’t got a clue about country living. It is different, I’m not sure they even have garbage service up there, or that she knows how to set up for electrical service being out for a few weeks.

I’ve told her that I’m not looking for a woman anymore, that I’m on a strange spiritual journey that she wouldn’t understand. That I’m just a wise old country hick, that maybe the only thing we have in common is that we are both bat shit crazy (that did make her laugh), but she keeps calling. Yup, she wants me ;-). And like I’ve said before, I’m attracted to bat shit crazy women.

At least she is one that actually listens to me at times. And she has got a few good points.

Gaaaa….. I had to buy some gas yesterday, I try to make a tank last a month but fell five days short this month.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

There is a good reason they call these ceremonies "commencement exercises." Graduation is not the end; it's the beginning.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Still busy

I’m still writing on something that I will be posting, but I’m trying to make it, umm, generic. And some of it I’ve decided to share with a certain person in an email instead of posting it here.

For now I will just say….. So why do I allow insults and squabbles on this blog? Even insults directed at me. Because I’m willing to allow anyone that wishes to do so make themselves look like a fool. *chuckles*

On a more serious note, because I’m wise enough too see that we (mankind in general) is just one big unhappy dysfunctional family working it all out. It’s just part of our journey.

Hey, got something to share with you. My pickup has chrome wheels on it, I don’t wash it often, just a few times a year, it’s an ecology and water use thing. The disk brake dust on the front wheels had really built up over the years and wouldn’t scrub off.

So I got out the mean stuff, the stuff you use to dissolve ex-mother-in-laws, ex-spouses, tax collectors and other low life’s. The stuff they use in swimming pools, yup, muriatic acid. This stuff is so mean I can’t imagine using it in swimming pools.

But it’s cheap and does a great job on cleaning metals, etching concrete and things like that. I mixed up about ¾ of an ounce of it with water in a yogurt cup and used a paint brush to put it on the wheels, it took a little easy messing around going over them a few times as it worked but it sure made the wheels nice and shiny again with little effort.

That stuff is so mean that I seldom use it, but it’s great when you don’t want to work hard at getting something clean, or getting rid of a body. At least I think it would, haven’t tried it myself.

Yesterday I also made up some of my special plastic wood for a repair in the camp trailer. I sure like that stuff, it’s super strong. But hard to work after it sets up, cuts okay with a saw but is hard to sand so I have to be careful not to use to much of it where I have to sand it down much.

And I’ve painted the first coat on the back shop wall and started making the storage area roof.

Be wary of strong drink. It can make you shoot at tax collectors, and miss.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Busy - Busy

No time to write yesterday.

It's Sunday.

Kick back, relax.

Treat yourself to a meal out today.

LOL

Have a great day, hugs. .. BBC

Early morning walk

Good morning, a fine day isn’t it? I’ll go to the peace rally today. So why do I allow insults and squabbles on this blog? I’ll try to answer that tomorrow, still working on writing it.

Went for a morning walk yesterday. On my return I stopped at Safeway for milk as I wanted some hotcakes made with milk, life is good isn’t it?

I welded some broken pieces on a seat frame for Rick the other day, was just doing him a favor, didn’t expect any pay for it, only took about a half an hour. But he gave me twenty bucks, hum, maybe I should look for more little jobs like that, it’s okay working at home for a little extra cash, it’s a lot like goofing off.

Propane gets old? If I ever knew that I forgot it. I have propane tanks that I moved here with and haven’t used because I’ve had no need for it. I was saving it in case of a natural disaster or long power outage, things like that. But Rick and one of his customers was talking about that the other day, so maybe mine is no good anymore?

Ann, over at ‘The Gods Are Bored’ posted about dinosaurs and the stupid Creation Museum. If anyone wants to adopt a dinosaur I’m available. :-)

They just opened (relocated) a new True Value hardware store a block from me. Big grand opening this weekend. I went there yesterday and won a hat and got nice big hamburgers for Helen and I.

Went to the Eagles for last evening, there was a big black Lincoln Navigator in the parking lot, those things are butt ugly in the front. They’re around fifty grand aren’t they? Boy, that’s a lot of money for an ugly face. Danced one dance with Lorrie, a very sweet lady that I have sort of known for some time. The music was most enjoyable but it was boring sitting there alone, the others that I know that were there were just talking about stupid stuff and getting drunk so I went home after the first set of music.

There was a big tool sale in town, they come around about once a year, I bought some special clamps, an electric chainsaw, an air powered cut off tool/die grinder, and a cheap spray gun for paints that I don’t want to run through my good guns.

Mutter, mutter… Have a great day, hugs. .. BBC

This and That

I made my first biscuits yesterday as I wanted creamed tuna on biscuits. It wasn’t pretty, even though I put flour on the board and rolling pin the dough just kept sticking to it, I fumbled through getting some globs on the cooking sheet and they were flaky and tasted great but I have to figure out how to do better and be able to roll them out.

The Jimmy Hoffman band is playing at the Eagles this week-end, I really should go enjoy the music to justify paying my dues. The vice president of the local chapter of the INSANE CHICKS SOCIETY is busy moving this weekend and she called me yesterday so she can’t go. Ann would go with me I suppose, she has big hooters and owns two bars and they say that is what every man wants. I like Ann, but, well, I’m not sure we would make a good pair, she is just a bit wild for me. Going to beer church once a week to bs with others there is plenty of time there for me, I have other things to do also. Yup, I may just go listen to the music for a while.

There is a dangerous virus being passed around electronically, orally, and by hand. This virus is called Worm-Overload-Recreational-Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from any of your colleagues, your boss, or anyone else via any means DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life completely.

If you should come into contact with WORK put your jacket on and take two Good friends to the nearest grocery store. Purchase the antidote known as Work-Isolating-Neutralizer-Extract (WINE) or Bothersome-Employer-Elimination-Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.

You should forward this warning to 5 friends. If you do not have 5 friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.

Are you aware that there is nothing left in the right side of your brain, and there’s nothing right in the left? LOL

Two alligators were sitting in the swamp talking. The smaller one turned to the bigger one and said, "I can’t understand how you kin be so much bigger'n me. We're the same age, we was the same size as kids. I just don't get it." "Well," said the big 'gator, “What you been eatin', boy?"

"Politicians, same as you," replied the small 'gator. "Hmm. Well, where do y'all catch 'em?" "Down 'tother side of the swamp near the parkin' lot by the capitol." "Same here. Hmm. How do you catch 'em?" "Well, I crawls up under one of them Lexus and wait fer one to unlock the car door. Then I jump out, grab 'em on the leg, shake the shit out of 'em, and eat 'em!"

"Ah!" says the big alligator, "I think I see your problem. You ain't getting any real nourishment. See, by the time you get done shakin' the shit out of a Politician, there ain't nothin' left but an asshole and a briefcase.

I have a question. Why do they let big boobed girls work at Hooters, but they won't let one legged girls work at i-Hop?

It's a dangerous business going out your front door.

I expect a lot from my friends; but not more than I can do for them.

Prepare the child for the path, NOT the path for the child.

Being an intellectual is a hazardous business.

Paul F….. You made a point about L>T I had missed, you’re right, she is sexually frustrated.

Have a great day everyone, hugs…. BBC