Mucking around in a Saturday

Yup, it’s Saturday morning here, and mucking around in a Saturday is pretty much what I will be doing today. Golly, I got a sort of Christmas card in the mail yesterday. I wasn’t expecting a card, I’ve broke most folks of sending me cards and gifts. Actually it’s an anti-christmas card fussing about Christmas, and it came from a lady I least expected to get a card from. My Internet sweetie-pie who gets me spiritually but who’s thinking about other things I sometimes challenge too much. Wasn’t that sweet of her to send me a card from the other side of the world? Interesting that just before I woke up yesterday I was dreaming of kissing her boobs and then I get a card from her. And no, I’m still not going to tell you her name.

We get a lot of emails about Christmas miracles this time of year. If I believed in Christmas miracles I would believe I'm getting screwed this Christmas. I can get pretty delusional at times but I’m not delusional enough to think that is going to happen. :-)

High-speed? Maybe, the cable company is supposed to send an installer over this morning so maybe I’ll get high-speed Internet today. Then I can speed through the Internet Insane Asylum faster. LOL … I’ve been on the Internet for years, and looked at many types of blogs for the last two years. If this is our collective consciousness we are in deep shit. I’m not sure how I feel about getting faster Internet, the extra cost means that I can’t help others as much. But I will try it for a while.

So I have to shut down this computer in a bit, clean off this messy desk, and move my new computer over here as it is the one that is able to accept cable. Then I will have a lot of things to get organized on it to get it to my liking. Will have to request an email address, as I will cancel the ISP service I’ve had for years. So will be giving the new one to the people I feel I can trust with it. And transfer some files from this computer that I have added since the computer shop transferred most of my files. Mostly just emails and links to blogs, but it may be a few days before I have a chance to visit some of you again.

Helen’s hairdresser is on the West side of town so while I was in that area I went over to visit with a lady I’ve known since moving here. She is just the sweetest thing and used to sing with some of the bands around here and came into beer church a lot. But she is failing and mostly home bound so I stop in to visit with her at times. The poor girl is like a living skeleton, just skin and bones. I mentioned her in an old post. She hasn’t got much money and I crawled under her home and through a billion spider webs over a half dozen times to replace a bad wire to the baseboard heater she sits by most of the time. And sneezed and blew out black shit for three days.

I also stopped at a lumberyard in that area just to see what specials they might have. I got a barbecue grill light. Don’t need it for that but it’s a neat light that runs off of 3 AA batteries and has 16 led lights in it. Will sit on any flat surface and has a clamp to clamp it to something, and 3 magnets in the base to attach to a metal surface. It can be used when camping or if the power goes out. After I picked Helen up we went to the buffet for lunch.

I trust science to sooner or later find the answers explaining this universe and creation. I’m damn sure not trusting any bogeyman God in the sky to explain it. As I have been saying all along, God is a scientist. But at this point in time it’s more important to save this planet and it unique life. In general I think that mankind doesn’t want to accept the responsibility of being God because then he won’t have a bogeyman in the sky to blame things on. Speaking of science, take a look at the link, then tell me that you shouldn’t be worried.

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And in other news: Nuns Leave Their Brains to Science…. Why? I’m not interested in what the brainwashed have in their brains. But as I’ve said before, my mother loved being a Catholic, she would screw some men, get a pardon and go screw some more of them. Frankly, I never have figured that any God gave a shit who was screwing who as long as everyone was getting screwed.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Friday already?

Let’s see, Helen asked me to take her to the hairdresser today so that will take a while. I’ll go for a walk around the area while her hair is being prettied up again. I’ve talked about Helen in old posts. New readers don’t know that she is the old lady next door that I look after. That when I met her she was just like a New York bag lady, dirty, smelly, things like that, and had very few friends and never went anywhere. But she is just the sweetest lady, and I made her clean up (I can be a bossy fucker at times if I think I know what is best for someone) and now she is pretty popular. And always grateful that I saw in her what she and others didn’t.

She has the greatest sense of humor also and likes risque jokes, and talking about sex. Sometimes when I’m out in the yard and need to take a leak I just whip it out, if she is looking out her window and watching me I shake it at her a few times, she gets a big kick out of that.

My friends vary a lot, from a few very smart folks to some pretty dumb ones. My dumb ass dipshit friend Rick put his little pickup in the ditch the other evening. He really isn’t dumb, but he drinks until he gets stupid. His pet drunk wife is always driving when drunk also, I think it’s a toss up as to which one of them will end up in jail again next. Some people just never learn that there is a drinking line that they shouldn’t cross because it makes them make bad decisions and do stupid things.

It ruins relationships and they often end up in bed with people they really shouldn’t be in bed with. I didn’t care that my wife drank, but she would often drink until she got ugly. I don’t get very drunk very often, but when I do I’m still a friendly drunk. And I have a firm rule to not go home with women when I’m out drinking and one invites me to. It has nothing to do with morals or what others think they should be, if people want to have sex with each other that is fine with me. It’s just knowing what I need and I know that what I need isn’t there.

As for religions, the brainwashed always refuse to admit that they are brainwashed. But fundamentalist Christians and fundamentalist Muslims, I think that there is something you should know. I butt fucked your fictional God and Allah, and the Devil and his wife and sisters. And your fucking Easter Bunny. And Snow White and the seven dorks. *giggles* Hey, I can butt fuck any fictional thing I like.

I wish that in their profiles that others would say if they are married or have mates or are gay.

It’s a shame that people escape into fiction because they don’t like facing reality.

Some humor…. My children have succeeded in driving their mother crazy. So complete is their success that I found myself uttering these once unthinkable words: "Honey, you need to get out. Go ahead, call a friend and escape for a while. I'll take care of these---things."

With that, she's out the door in 2.5 minutes. She called me from her cell shortly thereafter, "Hi, Honey. What time would you like me home?" "Anytime," I said. "Just have fun." "OK," she said excitedly. "See you Sunday."

The rest of this is a little heavy if you would like to stop reading now.

Anti.... We are "The All". And a work in progress. But that doesn't mean it is going to go in the right direction. Not with all the silly religious beliefs on this rock. Big money and power in all that for them. Even in a lot of the so-called new age stuff.

If mankind does not come to a collective belief and as much as become a collective consciousness that he/she is god in evolution and is responsible for this earth and it's ability to support our physical life forms I think that mankind is pretty much screwed. Maybe in your grand children's lifetime. But many on this planet don’t really care about their grand children, as they don’t see their own omnipresent spirit in them. Well, they do care about their grand children but not in the right ways of looking at things. Some native peoples had it pretty well figured out when they considered the impact of seven generations, but then the so called christians came along and messed things all up. But the thing is, if your grand children can no longer survive here because of over population and all the stupid things done here, neither will your/our omnipresent spirit. Other than in bugs and other critters that is. The problem with trying to explain and fix things wrong with this world with blogs is that blogs do not read like books.

When a new reader starts reading a blog they are just reading the most current posts and not reading from page one like they would a book, following me? I used to think that blogs would become the collective consciousness of mankind, now I’m questioning that.

It was pretty nice here yesterday, got up to around fifty degrees and we had lots of sun.

To steal someone else’s lines because like Helen Keller I’m not sure I’ve had an original thought for like fucking ever. Have a fuckity, fuckity, fucking nice day. :-) Hugs…. BBC

Reminiscing

I guess I’m like many other bloggers, just can’t shut up. Some good news, I'm always so stressed out about all the greed and wars on this planet that it's good to see a bit of good news at times.

Cheaper solar panels

I wonder if the Devil has a blog, if I ever stumble onto it I will have to pop in to inform him that I screwed his wife. *giggles* I’m sure that won’t surprise him, hell, everyone has screwed that slut, and his daughter, Paris Hilton. *more giggles*

I bought an air powered brad nailer that was on sale the other day. So I can nail "I'm a fucking idiot" signs on monkeys foreheads.

I think that men make more sacrifices than women often give them credit for. I did anyway. I was lucky in a way, my wife wasn’t needy and greedy for a lot of things. She wasn’t a fashion and jewelry hound, she didn’t expect expensive meals and dates when I started dating her. But she did have some loose wiring, one of the first things she did was wreck my car. I had traded cars with her for a few days so that I could fix a few little things on her car.

After we got married she wrecked every car we ever owned. I never did get angry or chew her out about it, just accepted it as a fact of life I guess. It got pretty expensive at times though. It was important to me to own a home so we bought one early in our marriage. That didn’t leave room for new cars and fancy things, thankfully she didn’t care.

She did dress pretty nice (sometimes pretty sexy and I liked that) but was a very careful shopper and I never did feel that she was being extravagant. For the first years I was the only one that worked so we didn’t have a lot of extra money. And not being one that cares about a lot of things I didn’t care much about what I wore, she did my clothes shopping and made sure I always had some pants, shirts, underwear and such so I was okay with that. I seldom bought myself anything other than my work shoes that I ordered from Mason shoes.

She always got the nicest car to drive and I drove cheap clunkers. My only extravagance in those years was to build and drive a couple of racecars. But because of my trade and some good sponsors it didn’t cost me much to do that.

One year my ex father in law gave me an old 16 foot boat, we had enjoyed boating as a family, the kids where teenagers by then and I had gotten rid of the old wood boat that we once had. It was old, but it was fiberglass and I was okay with it, but it had a bad motor on it, we had just bought a nicer house and didn’t have the money for a new motor so for a few years it just sat there.

Then I worked a few years for a good man that owned a tire company and he always gave us a good bonus just before Christmas. The first year I used most of it to have a nice custom made mothers ring made for her, and some nice gifts for the kids. I think that ring was the most meaningful gift I ever gave her, she was speechless when she opened the package and was always messing with it.

Anyway, the next year I got an even bigger bonus, and for the first time in my life I bought me something nice. It took some looking to find a good deal but that bonus was enough for a brand new 60 horse power Johnson outboard motor. We really enjoyed that boat, except for the day she damn near killed me when I fell over a ski rig I had made and got stuck to as she was towing me and didn’t back off the throttle soon enough because she didn’t have enough sense to, or something like that.

That was at a summer picnic party that her employer was giving on a lake. I’m telling you, that woman had some loose wiring, she sure had a nice pussy though. When we got home it was still early evening, and she decided that she wanted to ride the gas scooter I had bought for my son. I should have known better than to let her try, yup, she wrecked it and I had to take her to the hospital so they could patch her up. Luckily nothing was broken, but it took them about an hour to pick the lace blouse she was wearing out of her arm and shoulder. Later we was able to laugh about it, there wasn’t any point in getting mad at her, she was always doing things like that, I would have spent all my time being angry but I choose to accept that something wasn’t quite right with her.

I think that the only times I ever got upset with her was when she would get mad at me and try to beat me up, I don’t like it when someone tries to beat me up. I was beat a lot as a kid and I hated that. I didn’t hit her and the kids but when she did that I would defend myself, as she didn’t have sense enough to stop. Trying to get away from her didn’t work because she would follow me. A woman like that is fast and surprising strong.

After I left her she tried it with the kids and they ended up leaving her also and my daughter came to live with me. She did patch it up with our son and he was back living with her when she died. She was the only woman that has ever done that to me, tired to beat me. Well, the last lady I lived with for 12 years did throw something at me once, and was promptly told that if she ever did anything like that again that I would be out of there, and she didn’t, I have little tolerance for angry women. It’s fine to scream and holler at me, I don’t mind that, sometimes tensions flare, but I don’t like anyone hitting me. I had to take it from my parents but as an adult if someone tries beating on me (other than in fun) something in me snaps and they are going to find out that I don’t like that crap. Don’t pay any attention to me, I’m just reminiscing.

Six days until Getmus and world peace. There I go, being delusional again. Can’t have peace with all those monkeys fighting each other. I wonder if my good Christian friend Dr. John will be popping by to wish me a Merry Getmus. He claims that his God loves us very much, I guess that explains why he is always fucking with us

I didn’t have time to visit many blogs yesterday. It was laundry day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse and I had other things to do also. It’s almost spooky sometimes, I’ll go to bed thinking that there isn’t any cats in here but in the morning I often wake up to one on the bed with me, and one on top of the wardrobe closet looking down at me. Um, mutter, mutter.

Have a peaceful day…. BBC

Aware

I'm well aware that I live on a planet of chaos and unknowns. There is not even any assurance that I will be here tomorrow. It could be an act of God, or Goddamn idiots that takes me out. And God is a goddamn idiot and the universe clearly runs on chaos. You know, that Christian and Muslim God motherfucker must be autistic. But I say that he doesn’t exist at all. (That statement will make some readers laugh, and piss others off, so be it) :-)

So you all should know that I love you (mankind) even though many of you irritate the fuck out of me.

I like to be prepared as I can for things just in case I am still here tomorrow, or next year. There may be a big earth quake, war, the electricity may be out for a month, who knows what may happen.

So yesterday I bought myself a batch of new underwear and socks. I suppose I have enough clothes to last the rest of my life, but if hard times come I don't want to be caught without enough underwear.

Bumper sticker seen on the back of a car: "I wish my wife was this dirty!"

A man complained about having had two unhappy marriages. His first wife divorced him and his second wife wouldn't.

Have a great day you monkeys, hugs…. BBC

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Only two

Apparently there are only two women on this planet that fully understand me. One of course is Helen, the lady next door that I help. She tells me at least once a day how much she appreciates me and she hasn’t got any problem with my beliefs and views. But she is a very wise old lady.

The other one is Terri, she fully understands me and is the only woman in blog land that I haven’t sooner or later tested too much. Mostly because we are in such close agreement on things. I’m thankful that these women are in my life and I’m done looking for my soul mate. I’m just going to give up on that. If she was ever here she must have died.

The only reason I’m posting that graphic is because I like it. Think of the big dog as humanity. Spirit has decided that in general he doesn’t like humanity very much. BBC

Nothing more to say

Most of you don’t understand someone as complex as myself anyway, and this blog has been a waste of time. Go away, leave me alone, you don’t know me because you don’t know and understand yourself, go shopping. Go do whatever it is that you are going to do today to screw the planet up even more.

And I won’t get world peace for Christmas on this sick planet. This blog is on a retreat. I’m going to just sit back and watch things go to hell…. BBC

One of my life’s experiences

A visitor to this blog lives in San Antonio, Texas, and that reminded me of an experience there so that is what this post is about. Sorry about it being a bit long.

After my wife died back in the 80’s I was married to a good ol’ country gal from Missouri for a few years. Her son on drugs screwed up our marriage but this post is about an adventure we had before she left. I met her in Richland, Washington. Had been there for about a year, was getting tired of the place, had bought a camp trailer and was going to wander around the country for a while.

Dropped into the VFW club on a Saturday night to say goodbye to everyone and enjoy a last evening of dancing and live music. Sally had a good day job in the Hanford Atomic Area and also shagged drinks at the club on the weekends during the music. I ended up staying until closing time and asked her if she would like to go out for breakfast.

I don’t recall if we made it to breakfast, but we made it over into my grandmothers bed and making each other. Ha, ha, ha. My grandmother wasn’t home, she was away visiting relatives. We really liked each other so I ended up staying there. She lived in a small apartment with two teenage sons and I hate apartments so I found us a bigger nicer place with a garage that I could repair automobiles in. Back then I was a crack mechanic that never had trouble finding work and I was soon busy just by word of mouth.

After about six months we bought 20 acres of undeveloped property just south of Colville, Washington. Moved up there (with her problem son, the other son was older and stayed in Richland) and I set up a temporary campsite shelter compound with materials I bought at local auctions. Then I started building a small house on the bluff with a beautiful view of the valley.

We hadn’t been there but a few months, neither of us had went looking for jobs yet as we still had money and being as I was from here I was getting some little jobs working on cars for folks that knew me, mostly we was just trying to get settled in and get a home built. When one day an older friend came to visit and asked me if I knew anyone that wanted to go to Florida for him. Turns out that he had a son in Mesa, Arizona that owned a lot that sold pickup canopies. The canopies were made in Florida and he had a one ton Chevy flatbed and a long special trailer that he used to go get them with. That is, he would send the man that worked for him.

The man had headed for Florida but the truck broke down in Fort Stockton, Texas. He decided to quit, rented a car from them and went back to Mesa. My friends son called my friend to see if he would help him and go get the load. But my friend was getting old and just didn’t feel up to it and was looking for someone that would. Back then I was a pretty adventuresome person always ready for new experiences. Still am, just closer to home.

I asked Sally if she wanted to go and she was up to it so Marion gave us his Ford Courier pickup, some money for gas and meals and off we went on a grand adventure. Took turns driving to Mesa and picked up the rental car and drove on to Fort Stockton, pretty much nonstop. Traded for the truck and drove pretty nonstop to some small town east of Milton, Florida, don’t recall the name of it.

Got there in the late afternoon and called the factory, nice folks, had us come right out, took us back to town and we got a good southern catfish meal in a café and a hotel room and got a good nights sleep while they ran a night shift loading the canopies. By the time we got up in the morning and took a good shower together they had the load ready to go, so we headed west again.

Sally had a sister that lived in San Antonio, Texas so we stopped there to visit her. The only problem was that she lived right downtown. Being the idiot I am that didn’t faze me a bit, I drove that truck and trailer (sixty-five feet long) right into the heart of town, and parked in a public parking lot, boy I had to pay for a lot of parking spaces. LOL

But we was only a few blocks from where her sister lived and we walked over there. She lived not far from the ‘River walk’ as I recall they call it, so we went down there and it was a lovely place with lots of quaint shops and bars and such and we took a ride on one of the river barges that cruised the river. It was an interesting afternoon and evening. We also saw the Alamo when we was there, I was a bit surprised that it was right in town.

We was going to spend the night at her sisters place but I was a bit worried about that load in that parking lot so I called the police to see if it was okay to leave it there. They as much as said “Only if you want it stolen or vandalized”. I didn’t want that so we hit the road again. We made it to Mesa in good shape and stayed overnight at Marion’s son’s place and headed back home the next day. I don’t recall what we got paid for the trip, not much, but it wasn’t about money, it was about adventure and helping friends and at that time in our lives we could do that.

Sally had never been to Las Vegas (Lost Wages) so I went a bit out of the way and took that route back. We got there in the evening and if you have ever been there in the evening your first time there it is pretty damn impressive driving in there and seeing all the lights. I think it just sort of overwhelmed her. We went into a casino and I got us each a roll of quarters, after they were gone she wanted me to get more as she figured that one of us would hit a big jackpot, but I’m not that bad at math and refused to invest more money, if your not winning it’s best just to stop, and we headed out of town.

Boy, was she steamed, I had never seen her like that. About twenty miles out of town she was still steamed and demanding to be out of the Courier, but no way in hell was I going to stop and let her out alone on a Nevada highway in the middle of the night. At the next fair sized town I did stop and told her that if she still wanted to get out she could, and I’ll be damned if she didn’t. I didn’t think that she had much money so I offered her some and she refused it. Women can sure be stubborn sometimes.

So I went on home alone. A few days after getting home my friend came out to tell me that Sally had called so I went to town to call her. It turned out that she had hitchhiked to Richland where she had family. She wanted to know if everything was still okay with us. It sure was with me because I didn’t understand her blowup in the first place, and I asked her if she was coming home, and she did a few days later.

She ended up leaving again, to be with her son on drugs, but at least that time she let me give her some money and a car. It surprised her that I cried when she left, well what in the fuck did she expect? A happy fucking ending because she was leaving? After a year I saw that she wasn’t coming back to I wrote to her and asked about a divorce. She agreed, so I paid her the reasonable amount of money she asked for and tossed in another car.

We stayed in touch some, when I was long haul trucking and going through her town I would stop if I could and we would get together for a meal and visit. But after moving here I lost contact with her. So I looked her phone number on the Internet and tried to call her last night just to say hi and see how she is doing. But I just kept getting stupid recorded messages that I was doing it wrong. Phone company’s these days are a pain in the butt, give me back Ma Bell where I could get the help I needed without a lot of bullshit.

Oh, wait, the capitalists took our good phone systems from us and now we have all this confusion. Listen to me you idiots, I’ve owned two of your cell phones, and I will never own another one. I want a phone to make a phone call with, get on the Internet with, that is all, take all your other features and your big fancy homes and shove them up your ass. I just want to make a fucking phone call, you morons. What in the hell is a five digit access code? Hell, I’ll just buy a phone card, I don’t have a long distance provider and I guess she must be out of my local long distance calling area.

I was sure that I had a picture of that load of canopies on this computer but I can’t find it, sorry.

Damn, now I’m cranky, have a happy fucking day. LOL…. Hugs…. BBC

I don’t care

I know that I’m not going to get what I want for Christmas, so I don’t care if anyone else gets what they want for Christmas. That is how I’m feeling about that today.

I note that there have been more than what seems normal electrical shortages around this country. You can thank the capitalists for that, they talked the government into taking over our electrical grids. Downed trees cause a lot of those shortages, by now all the lines should have been underground but the capitalists are too busy putting the money in their pockets. Basic services should always be controlled by governments.

COLORADO SPRINGS, Colo. - The deadly shooting sprees at a megachurch and a missionary training school were believed to have been carried out by the same person — a 24-year-old suburban Denver man who "hated Christians," a law enforcement official told The Associated Press.

I’m not fond of them (and their religions) myself, but I’m not about to go around killing them.

35 degrees this morning, not to bad.

Even though I haven’t found my Paint Shop Pro graphics program yet I can still use it on the new computer being as they put a copy of this hard drive on it. I just located the program in that file and made a shortcut on the desktop to it.

People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use properly.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Being creative

Helen was given a box of Cheesy Scalloped Potatoes. Dried potato chips more or less, with a pack of powdered sauce mix. Helen’s idea of cooking is to heat up water for instant oatmeal or soup. So it’s up to me to be creative and figure out to make up meals and dishes based on what food I have around here.

So I mixed it up and added a half-pound of sausage, a bunch of real shredded cheese, and put a layer of made from scratch biscuit mix on it. Baked it in the oven at 450 for a half-hour and it was super good.

Here is a link to some of the web cams in the area. One is mounted on the roof of a hotel and points toward the waterfront. The building on the right with a sign on the side of it is Zak’s tavern. Across the street, but not seen by the web cam is the Family Shoe Store. There used to be a whorehouse in the top story and it’s pretty much the same as it was back then. One of the tourist attractions I guess, maybe I should go have a look someday.
LOCAL WEB CAMS

Some 18,000 pilgrims attend mass, 07 December 2007. Catholics began marking Saturday 150 years since a young shepherdess saw visions of the Virgin Mary, with thousands of pilgrims expected at her shrine at Lourdes over the next year, including Pope Benedict XVI…*Rolls eyes*

I was over to Helen’s for a while listening to the old time music played on the radio every Sunday evening. Remember this song? “Take good care of yourself, you belong to me”. Well, don’t we all belong to each other? We are after all a part of each other. And if all of this mess didn’t bother me so much at times I wouldn’t have an extra two or three beers some nights.

And how about Doris Day and “Singing in the rain and ready for love again”? So I’m in a pretty good mood and dancing around Helen’s kitchen while playing an air piano or guitar and acting like the idiot I sometimes am and her knees are so bad that she can’t get up and join me so she amuses herself with my antics. Well, that’s not really being an idiot, it’s more like being ‘pagan’ (Not acknowledging the God of Christianity and Judaism and Islam). Opps, we just wandered over to the deep end of my brain pool, did you have your life preserver on?

(CNN) - A gunman attacked worshippers at a Colorado Springs, Colorado, megachurch Sunday afternoon, killing one person and wounding four others before being killed by a security staff member, the city's police chief said.

I’m not fond of mega churches, or organized religions, they are so stupid and cause so many problems on this planet. But it is so stupid to be going into them and killing others. I swear, I’m surrounded by frigging idiots.

I will now post this and it will become registered ® and recorded mumbling added to all the other mumbling out there. Until mankind gets it together, if he/she/it, ever does everything is chaos. It’s a lot like “What the fuck, run amok”.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

A short Sunday post

After attending the war protest yesterday I stopped into beer church as I haven’t been there for about a week. Rod and Char go there every Saturday and I like to visit with them for a while. Judy took the picture of us. My years are starting to show on me, I’ve been down a lot of roads and not all of them were paved. That’s okay, I wouldn’t change anything in the past if I lived it again. I’m not concerned with the past, just the future.

If you want to see if I’m in jail you can check our online jail roster. Of course if I was in jail I couldn’t do this post. Our Jail Roster

Hey, have a great day, hugs… BBC

Saturday stuff

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, the lamb turned out to be a ram and Mary had a little lamb.

What is your larger self? The planet and all that is on it. Any questions?

Geez, when ya wander around just being honest and truthful it causes some women to get their knockers all knotted up. *Here hon, let me help you with those* (fiddle, fiddle) Well, I am a man and most of us like to fiddle with knobs. LOL

I’ve almost got my new computer all tweaked and fine tuned the way I want it. But won’t start using it until after the first of the year when my broadband service starts. I hate to pay the extra money for broadband but I’m tired of using a modem.

Any extra money I spend on myself means that I can’t help these ladies as much.
These ladies
They are local ladies, I know some of them, and I trust them to use the money properly. I’m not a rich man, I want what I can give to be effective. And the site has a blog link on it in case you want to leave a comment.

When sending money to large organizations (and I’m not saying we shouldn’t do that) a lot of the money is often filtered off. There is plenty of greed in that system, or in the people they often hand it over to.

Why am I losing faith in humanity one person at a time? Janis wants you to go over to have a look at her new goodies, you be the judge on that. I have no idea what a woman and child sitting under a tree starving to death would think of them, but you might enjoy them. I walk a lot, for some silly reason I thought my ten-dollar shoes were just fine, silly me.
Janis

A lot of women just don’t seem to get it that men are starting to get sick and tired of them always wanting so much. They can have it of course, but they will have to work to get it on their own. I guess I won’t be visiting that blog much, seeing things like that bothers me too much.

Remember now, there is an email link in my profile if anyone wants to send me love letters or hate mail. Put something in the subject line that makes sense or I may not read it, just dump it with the spam there that I don’t look at.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Beans

Beans, beans, the musical food, the more you eat the more you toot. The more you toot the better you feel, so why not eat beans for every meal?

Are you done Christmas shopping? I haven’t even started yet. Well, I’m not doing any Christmas shopping other than buying a few candy bars for Helen, neither of us are into all that.

Don’t tell Helen (the lady next door that I fix meals for) that I put Kahlua in the pizza crust mix. *smirks*

When I get up in the morning and look around the world at what is going on I think to myself “Boy, these monkeys are sure a bunch of Bozo’s”. I get so worked up about some things that I just have to come here and be goofy sometimes to keep some sort of sanity. To honor all that I am.

What programs do you use most on your computer? My two most used ones are the Email program and my word processing program. So I have it set up so that when I power up the computer in the mornings those two programs automatically open, along with my Internet connection window. After I get the bed made and coffee started all I have to do is sit down and hit the log on icon.

Metrosexual: An urban-living, fashion-conscious man; a heterosexual with many attributes commonly attributed to gay men….. According to my word web dictionary. Well, I’m a country boy, I’ll always be a country boy, if I have to dress up fancy all the time to empress someone I don’t need them in my life because all that is just so vain.

Navy Chaplain Gets 2 Years for Sex Crime. Lt. Cmdr. John Thomas Lee, 42, of Burke, Va., pleaded guilty to forcible sodomy with the midshipman, aggravated assault on the officer and other crimes after reaching a plea agreement with prosecutors at a court-martial at Quantico Marine Corps Base, south of Washington. Lee, a Catholic priest, was assigned to the academy from 2003 to 2006 and later to Quantico. He was relieved of his duties in June.

I knew as soon as I saw the headline that it would be a Catholic priest. That religion is so sick. I know that because I was sort of brought up as a Catholic as my mother was one. What a brainwashing religion. Anyone that claims to be a Catholic should hang their head in shame for the problems that religion has caused on this planet.

Terrorist: George Bush included: Little dicked bug fucker.

I sit here and worry about the world going to pot and so many others are out shopping helping it go to pot. Will blogs help fix the world? I don’t see that right now, it’s all so fragmented. I could even say autistic like, not focused. But maybe dyslectic would be a better word. I should just sit outside and blow soap bubbles.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

A nice day yesterday

It was pretty nice here yesterday, no rain, warm enough, the sun came out at times. I picked some more apples off the tree, that tree sure makes a lot of apples. Split some of Helen’s firewood, started reading my XP for dummies book and tweaking my new computer, and went to Rick’s shop in the evening for a few beers and some bullshit. So it was a pretty okay day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse.

Back when I got my first multimedia computer and got on the Internet I discovered online chat and often visited a chat site that I don’t recall the name of. WSB I think, it shut down years ago. I got an email from an old chat friend yesterday, the only one that has stayed in contact with me over the years, she only sends me a few emails a year but it’s always nice to hear from her. She sent me some Calvin snowman cartoons, one is posted here.

Here is an interesting tip I spotted yesterday for those that have DSL service and maybe can’t get on the Internet. Please do not press the reset button on your modem or router; however, if you are unable to connect, it will be necessary to unplug your modem or router for 10 seconds and then plug the power back in. Then restart your PC to restore your internet service.

No one has ever been able to domesticate the African elephant. Only the Indian elephant can be trained by man. (I don’t know if that is true, I just throw shit on the wall to see what sticks)

A bear and a rabbit are in the woods. The bear asks the rabbit, "Do you have trouble with shit sticking to your fur?" The rabbit replies, "No, I don't." So the bear grabs the rabbit and wipes his ass with him.

Hey, have a great day, hugs… BBC

Not much to say today

Blogs are pretty much just a wasted of time anyway. Even though parts of the country got hit with some nasty storms and floods the area I'm in is in what is called a 'rain shadow' and a lot of the really nasty storms often miss us, go over us.

It rained for three days, but just west of here they got hit hard with high winds and the roads to them are blocked with down trees and such.

We didn't even lose our electricity here so that is good. It has stopped raining and is supposed to be nice for a few days so things will dry out some. In fact it was pretty warm yesterday for this time of year even though it rained a fair amount.

Hey, have a great day, hope that all is well with everyone, hugs... BBC

Welcome child

You were just born in America, your share of the national debt, what you owe the government, is over thirty thousand dollars. And it will be much more by the time you reach your working years. How do you feel about that? Will you think that your parents and leaders were fools?

Parts of the country got some big winter storms, and some people died because they didn’t have sense enough to stay home, or be extra careful if they really did have to venture out, like to a job. Or shopping, how sensible is it to just go shopping during a nasty storm? I hardly think that the risk to ones life is worth it, but what do I know. Maybe some people don’t value their lives all that much considering all I see them doing.

It started snowing here and then warmed up and turned to rain, and more rain, and even more rain, it is still raining.. It sure is plenty wet around here, but hopefully the snow pack is building up in the mountains for use next summer.

I removed the hard drive from this computer yesterday and took it and the new computer to the shop and they transferred most of the files I wanted transferred, plus put a copy of the whole drive on the new unit so if they missed something I can easily fetch it. And they installed a Firefox browser for me.

Hey, have a great day, be careful out there, hugs…. BBC

My Christmas wish list

WORLD PEACE !!
A piece…. But it has to be spiritual.

Not going to happen again this year. *Sigh* Such is life, just deal with it.

A collage class was given a writing assignment that needed three elements in it, religion, sex, and mystery, and it had to be a short story. One student got an A+, she wrote, “Oh my God, I’m pregnant, I wonder who did it.”

I got an email from an old friend yesterday. The ex-wife of a moron Mormon cousin of mine that thinks it’s cool to keep making more baby’s and married a younger woman so they can over populate the planet some more. We stopped communicating a few years back when I tested her thinker too much with my pain in the butt spiritual journey. The last time I saw her was about three years ago when she was here visiting her son.

I didn’t even know that she existed and in about 97 I got an email from her asking for help understanding her computer and how to do the Internet. All she had was some sort of email program, Juno as I recall. She lived in Southern California and I was living in Montana and was a whiz with ICQ and Yahoo Messenger and a relative told her about me. I got on the Internet and found her a local service provider and she signed up with them and installed the software disk they gave her. Just working through emails at first I got her to download ICQ, for two days that is all we had to communicate with as I explained to her how to get on the web, set up her Outlook Express email program and use it and such.

She is by far the best student I ever worked with, sharp as a tack and never tried to out guess me on what I was going to tell her to do next, or made any mistakes and we soon had her up to speed and working the web like a pro. She went on to excel on some things that I couldn’t even do. She was married to the moron at the time and because I was long haul trucking for a company that would go out of their way to get me in that area I visited them a number of times and we would spend hours at her computer tweaking and learning things.

I don’t know if it still is but her nickname used to be Brat Kid, yeah, I can relate to that. LOL Anyway, it’s nice to be back in touch with her. I’m assuming that she will read this post. Hi Brat !! :-)

I also got an email from a lady that lives here, she has helped me with the friendship dinners a few times, she said. “You, Billy Cook, are the only person I know who worries so much about being crazy or being thought of as crazy.” Hell, I don’t worry that I’m crazy, I know damn good and well that I’m crazy, just as crazy as everyone else. It’s just that most people are afraid to explore and understand that. Anyone that thinks they are not crazy is not aware. What I worry about is the survival of this planet and mankind

I’ve put yet another note on my wall, “Tell them you love them, but don’t expect them to tell you that in return.”

DES MOINES, Iowa - Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney, striving to be the country's first Mormon president, will give a speech this week explaining his relatively unknown faith to voters, his campaign said Sunday….. Spare me the bullshit you Mormon Republican fool. I have some respect for your religion because you look out for each other and I have lived amongst you at times. Hell, I was born in the town you founded. But I threw your bible in the trash along with the christians bible, and the koran. I wouldn’t vote for him anymore than I would vote for Hillary Clinton even though I would like to see a woman president. But not one that goes to bible study and is too damn rich. This country claims that they want separation of church and state but they keep putting screwed up christians in office. Hello!!!!!

Hey, to heck with you bible thumpers of any bible. Give me someone to vote for besides a so-called Christian. Spiritual yes, Christian, Muslim or Jew, no way. And why do the people in this county keep voting rich people into office? Why don’t they understand that those people really only have their own interests at heart? Never mind all the smoke screens.

There is a garden club and some other groups that try to make parts of this wore out town pretty, and they plant things in all the places they can in large containers and little garden spots. Winters here are generally mild, some years with little or no snow. But it does often get just below freezing some nights so they need winter hardy plants in the winter. The picture is an example of the sort of things they plant in the winter.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

You need some humor on Sunday

Never much of a church service here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse on Sunday’s. I just do whatever I like, including picking my nose and scratching my butt, maybe whacking off. Getting on the Internet and pitching shit on others. LOL… Visiting friends blogs and sometimes testing their thinking too much, doing my daily chores and the things I do daily for Helen.

SANTIAGO (Reuters) - A Chilean prostitute has auctioned 27 hours of sex to raise money for the country's largest charity during an annual fund-raising campaign, raising about 4000 dollars. Interesting, that’s about a 148 bucks an hour, nice looking woman, nope, I can’t afford her. LOL…. But she gets a thumbs up from me.

The two little old ladies, who were long time friends and a bit old-fashioned, each went to a retirement home of her own respective religion. It was not long before Mrs. Murphy felt very lonesome for Mrs. Cohen, so one day she asked to be driven to the Jewish Home to visit her old friend.

When she arrived she was greeted with open arms, hugs, and kisses. Mrs. Murphy said "Don't be holdin' back, Mrs. Cohen, how do you like it here?" Mrs. Cohen went on and on about the wonderful food, the facility and the caretakers. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she said, "But the best thing is that I now have a boyfriend."

Mrs. Murphy said, "Now isn't that wonderful! Tell me all about it." Mrs. Cohen said, "After lunch we go up to my room and sit on the edge of the bed. I let him touch me on the top and then all over, and then we sing Jewish songs." Mrs. Murphy said, "For sure it's a blessing. I'm so glad for you Mrs. Cohen."

Mrs. Cohen said, "And how is it with you, Mrs. Murphy?" Mrs. Murphy said it was also wonderful at her new facility, and that she also had a boyfriend. Mrs. Cohen said, "Good for you! So what do you do?" "We also go up to my room after lunch and sit on the edge of the bed. I let him touch me on top, and then I let him touch me all over."

Mrs. Cohen said, "Yes? And then....?" Mrs. Murphy said, "Well, since we don't know any Jewish songs,
we fuck."

Bill’s good biscuit/muffins

I’m going to toss in some of my twisted humor with this. :-) But I did make up a recipe for some very good biscuit/muffins Saturday morning. I don’t like to roll dough out and use a cookie cutter, it’s just messy doing that, so I make muffin type biscuits.

Ingredients: Makes 12
2 cups all purpose flour
½ teaspoon baking soda
3 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons sugar
¼ teaspoon salt
2 eggs
A good squirt of lemon juice to better activate the baking powder/soda
Enough milk to make a mixture thicker than pancake batter
A bottle of Kahlua

Take a sip of Kahlua before adding each dry ingredient to the mixing bowl.
Take a sip of Kahlua before adding the oil, eggs and milk and stir well.
Take a sip of Kahlua and add the lemon juice just before pouring the mixture into a lightly greased and floured muffin pan.

Put in a 400 degree oven and set timer to twenty minutes because you are an idiot and will wander off to a computer or something and forget to check them. I know that because this idiot does that. LOL
Enjoy them with some ham and eggs and Kahlua. Just put the dishes on the floor, the dogs and cats will clean them up.

Holy poop, I also took a brownie mix and converted it to a cupcake mix yesterday. 24 cup cakes, and a small cake, guess I got a bit carried away and will have to freeze some of them.

I never even looked at my new computer yesterday. I’ve had this old computer for a long time, we are old friends, there are many things in it that my brain has forgotten are there. It is my extended brain.

My pussy (cat) has sure been wanting a lot of attention. I don’t mind if it gets on my lap when I’m at the computer typing, but it wants petted, for a long time. Is your pussy getting all the attention it needs? LOL

Cher, who lives not far from me sent me an email asking if my profile pic and profile are really me, sure, Laurel Ann took the picture about six years ago and what is in my profile is the truth as I know it. The stated birth date and place of birth are real and I have a birth certificate to prove it. I have thought of writing an extended profile but haven’t gotten around to it. I don’t hide behind any smoke screens, what you see here is me.

Even though it stumbles around a lot, and has many barriers (many of them religious nuts), if anything saves mankind it will be science. And peoples spirits waking up and wanting to save the planet and mankind.

It is no measure of health to be sane in an insane society. – Krishnamurti

Are you sane, bat shit crazy, or insane? I think that very few of us are insane, but that all of us are bat shit crazy so lets change that quote.

It is no measure of health to be sane, or think that you are sane, in a bat shit crazy society. – Billy B Cook

But I do enjoy being sane and bat shit crazy most days, I’m a multi-tasker. :-)

BAGHDAD - The number of Iraqis killed last month fell to 718, an Associated Press tally showed. I’m not sure I want to trust such reports. America (I didn’t say you) really doesn’t want the rest of the world to know how many of them we are responsible for killing, either directly or as collateral damage.

Thankfully, I do not consider myself to be an American citizen other than the fact that I was born and live in America. I am a citizen of this planet. Hello !!!

It snowed last night here, the first snow of the winter season, seems a little early for this area, we may be in for a bit of a hard winter. Ever notice that there is never lightening with snow?

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Picky, picky, picky

I’m very picky about how I set my computers up and how they work. And the programs that start up when I boot the machine up, things like that. Going into the system tools I don’t see in XP where I can control startup items so I’m going to buy a book on XP for dummies like I always told my students to do. So it may take me a month to get my computer to where I want it and start using it. I figure that I will get it online the first of the year, with a high speed Internet connection.

It took three tries to install my MS Office Pro 97 program for some reason, on the first two tries an ocx file wouldn’t install in the registry, argh ! And I can’t find my install disk for my favorite graphics program. But the program I use to make business cards installed with no problem. I don’t have much time to fuss with it each day, so yes, it will take me about a month to get it setup and online.

And I pulled the hard drive out of this computer and hooked it up in my new computer (but had to use a different ribbon cable as the cable in the new machine wouldn’t match my hard drive) according to how the tech man at the computer shop told me to, and changed the bios boot up options and it didn’t work. It just did some bitching. So I tried it another way, and it still didn’t work, so I gave up before I really screwed things up. I never was very strong with hardware and I’m even less so now.

And when I put my hard drive back in this computer it bitched at me for screwing with it in another unit. Geez, I just can’t win, are all hard drives female? What in the hell is wrong with a threesome? LOL

So I had to start it up in Safe Mode, run a system check and then reboot it and it was happy again. Screw it, I’m just going to take it to the shop on Monday and have them transfer about ten thousand files and download the setup programs for a Firefox browser and AVG anti virus program. I can’t keep up with all the changes with computers and operating systems anymore, better to just get some help.

Computers are part of my life but not all of it, and I’m not sure they have made it a bit better. They have made it possible for me to find some new friends, make some new enemies, learn amazing things, but they haven’t made the world a better place that I can see.

Bumper stickers spotted today:
Condoms are easier to change than diapers.
What’s popular is not always right, what’s right is not always popular.

I hope that Sewmouse is okay, she hasn’t done a new post for some time now and doesn’t reply to my emails.

US Military Deaths in Iraq at 3,881 Friday: Okay, but how many Iraqis have Mr. Bush’s actions killed?

Shrinks are so full of crap. You are not complete unless you have a mate and others in your life. I have others, but not a mate, therefore I am not complete.

I didn’t go to the Eagles last evening. What is the point in going if I don’t have my own special dance partner with me. And don’t tell me some stupid thing like “Maybe you will find her there” because that would only mean that you don’t know me and what I need. She wouldn’t have been there, believe me. I just listened to some music at home.

Feeble hints for fellow strugglers….. Give up, all is lost (LOL)…. I sadly see that we are not going to change the world with our blogs because even if each blog had a million readers it’s still only a speck on dust on the landscape. So maybe I should just be bat shit crazy here and blog about whatever. Oh, I’ve done that all along anyway. LOL

Hum, this was supposed to be a short post but took some time to type with a cat on my lap demanding attention.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. Billy B

Friday evening

The Jimmy Hoffman band is playing at the Eagles this evening. They start at 7:00 where most places that have live music start at 9:00. I like them starting earlier, then I’m not out so late. I think I’ll go enjoy some good music this evening, maybe dance with a few of the ladies.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Just a quick lesson for you

Interesting, there was a few blogs I have book marked that suddenly I was not able to view. My browser said that the site did not exist. Then I recalled something from when I taught others how to use the Internet. In general we don’t have to put www in an address these days, the newer browser programs generally don’t need the www in the address, but sometimes they forget that.

So I went into my book marks and favorites and changed those addresses to include the www and now I can get to those blogs again. Go figure.

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

A new computer

I’ve mentioned that I badly need a new computer before this custom made one craps out, the motherboard and power supply isn’t all that old but the two hard drives are at least seven years old. I thought of having it updated but it’s just as cheap to buy a new unit unless you can buy the parts you want and install them and I'm not that good with computer hardware.

I could have saved some money and bought a computer from a store like Wal-Fart but all those stores are putting Windows Vista on their computers and there is no way I wanted it as it still has problems, and I’m sure it wouldn’t run some of my old software that I like. And maybe not my laserjet printer that is getting aged but still works very well.

So I went to a local computer store where they make their own computers. I could have just bought a new CPU unit with Windows XP on it for five hundred bucks. But for seven hundred bucks they tossed in a 17 inch flat monitor, a new quality keyboard and a new optical mouse, I use a keyboard and mouse so much that I wear them out, so I went for that. Plus I had them double the memory to a gig so with the state sales tax it costs me $802.16. But I got what I wanted.

It has an AMD 4000+64 X2 processor in it, whatever in the hell that is, but I’m frigging impressed. A DVD burner, memory card reader, etc, etc. And being as it was made locally the support will be local and I won’t have to deal with support idiots on the phone in case I need help.

It is equipped for high speed Internet but hasn’t got a modem in it. So when I get ready to put it on the Internet I will take the modem out of this unit and install it to use until I can get high speed Internet here.

Cher, I agree with you that there are a lot of fakes and phonies on the Internet, as well as a lot of freaks and such. But the lady that I mention at times is I’m sure exactly what she says she is. We have learned a lot about each other via emails and I’m certain she is not a fake, and that her intentions are good. I do confuse her some of course, but she was confused about some things before she met me. :-) All we can do is wait and see how things shake out, I am after all a very complex and sometimes hard man to understand in the deep end of my brain pool. Not everyone can swim there. Terri can but I’m sure that she has been through just as much as I have on her spiritual journey where she clawed her way up to where she is now.

What I’m looking for in a woman and the experience I would like for us to share together is too much to ask of a mere mortal human woman so I need to stop looking for what I need because she isn’t to be found. The best way for a spirit to maintain a healthy level of insanity is to try having relationships with members of the opposite sex of the human species. Ha, ha, ha. Sadly, that isn’t funny. And who I thought it might have been doesn’t like it that I talk about her on my blog so I'll just shut up about her

TFWY pointed out in a comment that I’m still a monkey just like everyone else. I'm well aware that I'm still a monkey. But I do think that I have evolved higher spiritually than a lot of the other monkeys on this rock.

So I’m going to be busy for a while learning the operating system on the new computer, getting it set up just the way I want it. Installing software, transferring files, and things like that so don’t expect a new post from me for a while.

Ya’ all be good and have a great day, hugs…. Billy B

Snitched

I snitched some quotes and things I don’t already have from
Katherine

I try to always be a good person....I may not always be a nice person....but I always try to be a good person.

I don't slow dance with strangers. I don't sleep with my friends. And I don't play with things that belong to other women.

What is my sign?...my SIGN??? Are you joking? My sign is: Slippery When Wet

End of her stuff, lets carry on with some of my ‘stuff’.

I took an emotional healing course about eleven years ago, a very good one. Maybe the most important thing I learned in that course was to say “Thank you” to a complement. A lot of people use a smart remark or reject it in some way.

Do not wait for extraordinary circumstances to do good actions; try to use ordinary situations.

You'll never get mixed up if you simply tell the truth. Then you don't have to remember what you have said, and you never forget what you have said.

When Harry Truman was thrust into the presidency at the death of FDR, Sam Rayburn gave him some fatherly advice. "From here on out, you're going to have lots of people around you. They'll try to put a wall around you and cut you off from any ideas but theirs. They'll tell you what a great man you are, Harry. But you and I both know you ain't."

The local paper, which I don't bother to subscribe to since I don't have a bird, calls every so often to try and get me to subscribe. I don’t see the point in getting the local rag. The national and world news is things I read the day before on the internet. The local news is mostly just a bunch of jabbering, and I never look at the sports section of a paper. The business section isn’t interesting because it’s mostly business people telling you how wonderful they are. I’ll determine that when I do business with them.

Sailing calmer seas today, my Internet sweetie-pie and I got through some stormy seas intact it seems. I hope, you never know about women. She of course thought a post yesterday was all about her, because everything is all about her. LOL … Women, they always think everything is about them. *rolls eyes* And some of it was about her, but most of the post or similar words were written by me years ago. And directed at any woman that would take the time to read them and try to understand them from my level of observations and thinking because there are a lot of women on this planet that are difficult to deal and get along with. And there are a lot of men and professionals that will agree with me. I’ve also posted very similar words in some of my old posts.

I’m beginning to think that an Internet relationship is a safe and comfortable place for her, and that she won’t come here to see how real we can make it. Fair enough, for now. But if in a reasonable about of time if she doesn’t come here so that we can experience each other, and dance together, walk on the beaches together, I can look into her eyes, run my fingers through her hair, things like that, she will find me moving on. Feeding women’s needs if they are also not feeding yours are a one way street and I see no reason why I should do that. My point is, it isn’t about her, it is about us !!!

The Internet is a wonderful thing but this is still a touchy feely world and it lacks in that way. And before you say that I should go to her, maybe you are right. But I would have to get a passport, and I hate flying, and she hasn’t asked me too. I suppose I would go through all that though, I’m sure I would. But I would prefer to show and share this beautiful and spiritual area with her. Before all the idiots moving here screw it all up.

The person who upsets you the most is your best teacher, because they bring you face to face with who you are.

The picture? Ah, it’s a picture of my most affectionate cat. Guess her name and win a lollypop. I fussed with the pic a bit as the camera flash messed with her eyes so I gave her some pupils. They look a little spooky don’t they? Well, maybe she is part witch, or part bitch. LOL

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

That shouldn’t be too hard

But I can’t find what I need and I’m not interested in women like that (other than to fun with them on their blogs at times) so I guess I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life. So be it, no point in whining about it. But you all know that I am going to whine about it. She said “I’m not seeking anything.” This begs a question, how often does she lie to herself?

I posted about love and friendships on my other blog so lets talk about something else here. Like why doesn’t this town have a whorehouse in it? LOL…. Well other than Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse, but the only pussy’s around here are the cats. And I had them all fixed so that they don’t get interested in whoring around. Interesting that people don’t work like that, fix people and they just screw around more.

Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.

An Australian named Francis R. Lord left one shilling to his wife "for tram fare so she can go somewhere and drown herself." The inheritance was never claimed.

It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.

So the turkey I bought the other day is pretty darn good, so I bought another one yesterday to put in the freezer.

At its zenith, the British Empire stretched over one-fourth of the earth's surface.

*Showing all that is in my mind*
Have a great day, hugs….. BBC

During a few days off [Updated]

Gaaaaa…. San tagged me for a game, I guess she thinks I haven’t got enough things to post about. Hell, there are 88 pages of things in my blog word document that I haven’t gotten to yet. But I’ll do the tag as I can, um, be quirky with it. I’ve posted it on my other blog.
My other blog


One trucking company I once worked for wasn’t very far from where I lived, the home terminal was only about twenty miles away from me. This was the same company I posted about yesterday that had satellite equipped trucks that I would pitch crap to at times.

One time when I was home for a few days off they had a company party and invited all the drivers that wanted to go to it. Mostly it was the terminal staff that was there but being as I was home for a few days I went to it, the lady I was living with at the time also went with me. The party was at a lounge and there was plenty of booze flowing around, I don’t drink a lot, but I don’t drink a lot less either. LOL… I had about four beers during the evening is all, it was still a twenty-mile drive home and I didn’t want to mess up a clean drivers license record. They had a karaoke set up there and I had never been around it before and found it interesting. A lot of the folks wouldn’t get up and try it, but I didn’t have any problem with getting up there and maybe making a fool of myself.

I sang Leroy Brown, I think that is the title of it, about being the baddest man in town. One of the ladies that worked in the office came over and told me that I had done a good job and complemented me for having the courage to try it. Shoot, why not try it? It’s just another experience to try on and see if it fits you.

It’s fun, after I moved here I went out to karaoke a lot for a few years, Helen liked going with me also, not very often anymore though, these days I'm pretty much a homebody. Trying karaoke really is pretty easy for most folks once they get the courage to try it a few times. Once you do a few songs you’re not a virgin anymore and are enjoying yourself, you find yourself looking through the song list looking for the next song to screw. Chantilly Lace is a favorite of mine. Anyway, had a good time at that party and am glad I was in town at the time as I would often stay out on the road for a month or longer.

Sing along now….. I hear you knocking but you can’t come in, I’ve got my nightie on and it’s awfully thin. I know I need the money and it’s a terrible sin but…….. Oh quit your knocking and come on in.

On the way to the war protest yesterday I stopped at a Safeway store for a small bottle of milk and they had oven baked turkeys on sale for $9.99 so I bought one. That is a pretty good deal.

Please support those enlisted folks that resist stupid and illegal wars.
Courage to resist
And honk for peace, or honk if your horney.

After the protest I went to Peggy’s and installed the bathroom ceiling fan that I had cleaned and lubed and it is working great again. I also scrubbed the ceiling as it hadn’t been cleaned for years.

My Internet honey is very confused it seems, she has spent years building brick walls around herself. She absolutely cannot admit that she loves me, at any level. And some days it’s a real stretch for her to even call me honey or give me a hug in an email. Or try to work things out if we stumble some. And she is terrified of revealing who she is it seems. Um, okay, for now I honor that because I think so much of her, I respect her so much that I will honor her wish not to be known at this time.

I’m really big on communication and send her a fair amount of emails a day telling her what I’m doing and am going to be doing. Some days I’m lucky to get just a few replies from her in reply to my emails. And she seldom tells me about what she has been doing or is going to be doing. And she seldom closes out for the night by telling me that she is going to bed now and I will not be getting anymore emails from her. Things like that.

Sometimes I feel like I am just feeding her needs and she doesn’t care about mine. Sometimes I have to question this relationship even though I think that she is a wonderful person and we have shared some beautiful things. I just don’t know what to make of all of this, should I keep working with her or let her go? What do you, my readers think?

Brick walls, they are so hard to overcome, I just don’t know what to do. She seems to give up so easily. Any advice will be considered.

*Sharing all that is in my mind*
Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Yes, I can be a clown

Moi, yours truly here, at 3:00 AM.

Writing is an interesting thing to me, I write a lot, a whole lot. Not so much because I want to, I have other things that I would rather be doing. I write because I'm driven too, or maybe I should say because the cosmos pushes me too. I have lots to post, but will just post a trucking story today.

So I once drove for a trucking company that had satellite tracking, they could look at a computer and see where I was and which direction I was going, and how fast I was going (I always stuck with the speed limits), things like that. And there was a monitor and a keyboard in the truck and they could send me messages and dispatches. The first rule was, “Don’t type while you are driving.” Ha, ha, ha, I liked to pitch shit on them, I used to drive race cars and I can drive a truck at 60 mph and type at the same time and still be plenty safe.

They would send me a message and I would read it and reply as I drove along. They would get on me, I would tell them to fuck off. LOL.. I’m 1500 hundred miles away from the terminal, how in the hell can they fire me? They needed me a lot worse than I needed them. I loved telling them what a bunch of idiots they were and they still wouldn’t fire me, I was good at what I did, and pretty entertaining at times, and they wanted to keep me. I ended up quitting because I get tired of working for idiots.

Jobs have always been a dime a dozen for me, I’m good at the things I do and I have never been out of work except by choice. So one day I’m driving along on a long quite stretch of highway toward a delivery a 1000 miles away and I’m getting bored so I grab the keyboard and type, “Oh Fuck !! Now I’m in really deep shit.” A few minutes later I get a message back of deep concern wondering what the problem is.

I reply back with something like, “I got thirsty a few hundred miles back and stopped and bought a twelve pack of beer and now I’m frigging loopy as hell and want to go to bed, I don’t think I will get this load there on time. BTW, where am I and where am I going?” I had slowed down to 40 miles an hour so that they could see that I was driving 40 on a 60 mile an hour highway. Boy, did I get them going. LOL…. They didn’t give a shit that I was drunk they just wanted to make sure the load was there on time. They shot back with the suggestion that I stop and get some very strong coffee to keep me going. Right, what we need on the highways is a bunch of wide-awake drunks.

I shot back with, “Hey, I’m just kidding, you dumb fucks.” Yeah, I loved driving a satellite equipped truck.

*Sharing all that is in my mind*

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

I’m posting this because it’s funny

The seven dwarfs go to the Vatican, and because they are the seven dwarfs, they are immediately ushered in to see the Pope. Grumpy leads the pack. "Grumpy, my son," says the Pope, "What can I do for you?"

Grumpy asks, "Excuse me your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome?" The Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment and answers, "No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome." In the background, a few of the dwarfs start giggling. Grumpy turns around and glares, silencing them. Grumpy turns back, "Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe?"

The Pope again thinks for a moment and then answers, "No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Europe. "This time, all of the other dwarfs burst into laughter. Once again, Grumpy turns around and silences them with an angry glare. Grumpy turns back and says, "Mr. Pope! Are there ANY dwarf nuns anywhere in the world?"

The Pope says, "I'm sorry, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world." The other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling and laughing, pounding the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks, as they begin chanting......

"Grumpy shagged a penguin!"
"Grumpy shagged a penguin!"

Finance is the art of passing money from hand to hand until it finally disappears.

I’m not going to rant, ah screw it, I’m going to rant. I’m so disgusted with women. They say that they want to be loved, but they can’t give it back in return. It’s like they are saying “Give me all the candy then leave me alone, I’ll be back when I want more candy.” Screw that, they do not deserve what they can’t or won’t give in kind. Ladies, if you can’t give love, don’t ask for it because all you are doing is screwing with us. LOVE STARTS WITH LOVE ! Thanking you in advance. And there is no point in you wondering why you are alone so much, the answer is obvious, you deserve to be. Don’t go to the fountain if you can’t give in return. And if you didn’t love me before you met me just leave me the hell alone. Go find your spirit.
The Fountain

I’ve added Brad to my links being as he thinks he deserves to be being as I quote him at times. Why wouldn’t I quote him at times, he is a part of me that at times makes sense.

Yesterday the young lady that moved in next to me a few months ago brought me a package of beef jerky, her father owns a farm not too far out of town. And she thanked me for looking out for her two dogs when they got out one day. That one dog thinks he is so tough, but he is just a barking marshmallow.

The local rag had an interesting story in it about making candles with soy wax instead of the waxes that have been used for years. Makes sense to me, they are cleaner burning and less harmful to the ecology. I’ve collected a fair number of candles because I like them, but I seldom burn one. They may come in handy in an emergency though.

Elsewhere, astronauts spent Saturday morning repairing a solar panel on the International Space Station, then spent the rest of the day drinking and stalking ex-lovers.

Dean Reassures Democrats: "We Will Find a Way to Screw This Up"
*Sharing all that is in my mind, ah screw it, that is all you get today*

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

It’s Thanksgiving in America

The story goes that when my ancestors arrived here they had some very trying times trying to survive at first, and a few settlements didn’t survive. The natives here helped those in one settlement survive through a winter. It is said that in the fall those settlers shared a meal of thanks with the natives that helped them survive.

That was before my ancestors started killing them or putting them on reservations so that they could take their country away from them and start screwing it all up. And what a mess it is now, I see it as a failing country, and I think that it deserves to fail. Well, I have a native soul and can relate to them better than many of my own, so there you go.

They should have stayed home and fixed their own country's. And many Americans are very proud of the fact that they took this country by force as they see the natives as heathens. WTF??? I can look around and see plenty of white heathens.

I like the season from Thanksgiving through Christmas. Not the commercial crap as I don’t do that. Or the Christian nonsense they attach to their sick commercialization of Christmas, I don’t get in to that either. One mans made up birth date that is just a myth, a story in one of the most stupid books I’ve ever tried to read is not my cup of tea. Parts of the spirit are born and dies everyday, and taught a lot of stupid stuff along the way.

I like this season because of all the turkey dinners around this time of year. I go without turkey most of the year so they are a real treat to me. Turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, cool vegetables and other dishes, yams, yuck. But pumpkin pie, oh yes, sure, I’ll have another piece, can I have one to take home with me also?

I don’t bother to cook a Thanksgiving dinner, I was invited to a number of meals with friends. But today I’m going to the dinner at Serenity House, a homeless project that does a dinner every year and invites everyone in the area that wants to come, it’s something different to do and I like different experiences. They put out a good meal, there are interesting people to meet and talk to and they will fix me a plate to take back to Helen. I can’t get her to go as her legs are bothering her too much and she likes to stay in her warm house as much as she can in the winter.

I hope you have a peaceful Thanksgiving. Hugs…. BBC

New Canadian Friends

I like meeting Canadian folks when they visit here. They are always friendly, often bat shit crazy, and just as often a heck of a lot of fun. A few weeks ago when I was in town for something I dropped into the beer church for a bit just to see what was going on and there was a couple there that live in Kelowna, Alberta and I talked to them for a while. I mentioned that I have been there five or six times delivering truck components to the Western Star truck plant. In fact, the truck I was driving at the time was a Western Star. He told me that they have relocated the plant (I don’t recall where) and are just doing some component work there now. Too bad, as I understand it they were good employers. And they were sure nice to all the drivers. There was an interesting pub near by also.

I’ve been through a lot of Canada when I drove an eighteen-wheeler. It’s a beautiful country and in general the people are friendly and helpful. Well, except for some of the customs people that like to be God over you. Some of them are okay, but others you just want to give them the finger.

When I moved here the beer church was owned by a Canadian couple and they were great people. His name was Reggie and it’s still called Reggie’s. And I guess I should mention the attractive and bat shit crazy Cher so she doesn’t feel slighted. LOL

And the folks from Vancouver that I met at the hot springs were interesting, I posted about them at
Vancouver Folks

Anyway, Tom, and some friends in Kelowna, have started up a new alternate energy business and have been building a website. One of the products they are marketing is an interesting roof top windmill, check them out at.
Tora Energy

I went out on the spit for a while yesterday, was sitting in the truck pondering on things when a seagull landed on the hood and stood there looking at me. Winter is coming to this area and it seems that their food sources get somewhat scarce in the winter as they are being bigger moochers than normal. But I hadn’t thought to take anything for them this time.

There is a Coast Guard station on the end of the spit, protecting our national interests don’t you know. And this godfuckingdamnit Coast Guard helicopter kept flying a loop around the bay, over and over again. Right over the vehicles parked on the spit, and not very high either. That really irritated me, I want some peace and quite out there, and they don’t have to fly right over us over and over again, they can fly out over the water. If something isn’t broke on one of those buzz bugs there is about to be, and it might hit one of us. Or maybe a crewmember will get ticked at his malfunctioning penis pump and toss it out. I so do not need a frigging penis pump smacking me in the face. Or a used condom, or even a sandwich wrapper that the little monkey blew his nose with.

I know what they are doing, training a new pilot, but they don’t have to train that damn much, they can use flight simulators for that and stop wasting so much of the taxpayers money flying their cute polluting war machines around harming the planet even more. Stupid monkeys and their stupid wars and war machines. Stupid fucking monkeys, hey, don’t get me started, you know how spirit gets.

A question I spotted on a blog "Would the creator have hidden so well if telling others what to do was acceptable?"

My reply was “Why assume that creator knew what it was creating? Why not just assume that creator is also an evolution and that it was some time before it started getting a consciousness and started becoming aware of what it is a part of?” Yeah, why not just assume that spirit is an omnipresent spiritual consciousness that we are also of, instead of an omnipotent bogeyman in the sky biblical God that has caused so many problems on this planet?

*Showing you all that is in my mind*

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Yesterday was Monday

I would like to be funny all the time, but the world isn’t always funny to me, I’m just going to talk about what I did yesterday. Um, I mostly just fucked around. The posted pic (I know, the quality is screwed, give me a fucking break) I took to share with my honey in an email with the text that I put on it, but will post it here also. There is an overlook on Front Street just before going down a hill into the waterfront part of town. That little strip of land out there is the spit that I mention at times. Where I go to get some solitude, be with nature and Goddess, fly kites, look for special stones, shells, things like that. I took that pic yesterday and it wasn’t a clear day but 18 miles on the other side is Victoria, Canada. Um, and some bat shit crazy people, Canadians are fun, never met one I didn’t like.

And they leave their hookers alone as much as they can to provide their services as I understand it. Not a perfect setup, but better than in this screwed up Christian town I live in. They just need to legalize them to make sure they are checked often so they aren’t spreading bad things around. I haven’t been there, but as I understand it you can go there and look in the Yellow Pages under escort services and have one come to your hotel room. Okay, spirit hasn’t got a problem with that, everyone should be able to have their needs taken care of. I’ve been tempted to go over there a few times myself but I’m looking for something else, lets call it the perfect spiritual/cosmic, um, never mind, she knows what I mean.

Cher, if you read this post, I’m not the pool player I used to be, I use the excuse that my glasses screw me up. :-) Actually I seldom shoot pool anymore and it’s likely that you would whip my butt. Well, if we both had just the right amount of booze in us it might be mighty close. LOL

I made some pretty good biscuits yesterday morning. Ran out of commercial baking mix and I can make it twice as cheap from scratch so I’m making my own mixes from now on. And of course I have to mess with the recipes in my Betty Crocker cookbook cuz that’s just how I am.

I went to Peggy’s and put a starter in a kitchen florescent fixture under a cupboard and sprayed her bathroom ceiling with mold killer. I think that no one ever checks and cleans their bathroom exhaust fans. The intakes, motor, and squirrel cage was just packed with dust, I run into this all the time. Hers is an older good quality unit so I’m going to try to save it rather than install a new piece of crap. Brought it home to clean up and oil and if it sounds good I will reinstall it.

Beer church was on the way home so I stopped for one beer to see what was going on. I call it beer church but I and one other man that drops in at times are the only truly spiritual people that drop in there. Still, they see me as their spiritualist or minister and I serve them for weddings, deaths, and sometimes spiritual advice if they ask for it. Otherwise I try to not talk about such things, I’m there to relax and get away from that some and act like any other human.

When I returned from Peggy’s, Mary was at Helen’s checking her blood pressure so she checked mine also. It was fine, with a heart rate of a cool calm 60. Considering how I’ve treated my body over the years I’ve held up amazingly well. Yeah, spirit is still just a lean mean sex machine. LOL

Anyway, whateverthefuck, maybe I’ll make Monday’s cussing Monday. I put a more serious post on my other blog this morning also. Don’t go read it, my heavy posts expect you to learn how to think. Oh, it’s raining here this morning, it’s okay, allows the spirits to live here in physical forms.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Ever have this problem?

Ever have this problem? No matter how many anti-virus programs you bought, your computer has more diseases than a hooker with a heart of gold. Well, stay away from the porn sites you fool. Computers are way too interesting and useful to waste your time looking at porn sites with them.

I got out to Granny’s reasonably early Saturday after doing some chores here and completed the repairs on the shelter roof by just after high noon. Didn’t expect any money for it, was just helping a friend through a hard time, but Terry did give me a hundred bucks so that was nice of him. He also gave me enough cut up maple to heat Helen’s home for a month or so, all I have to do is split and stack it. And her friend Mary brought her enough split dry wood to heat her home for a week. She commented to Helen that I had her woodshed very neat, yeah, neater than my place. I keep her place neat and mine looks like a slob lives in it. LOL

My world revolves around the idea that the things I do for others involves some kind of cosmic karma that what goes around comes around. Often in very strange ways, but it works for me and I feel like I am often repaid in more ways than I can ever hope to count. Yes, I have been used and screwed, but I have no regrets, like I said, I also get rewarded in strange ways. For ten years now I have always given those I’ve worked for a little extra time I didn’t charge them for, as gifts (I’ve mostly worked freelance the last ten years). And sometimes I consider a hug a payment in full. Nope, never got rich, but it works for me. As I’ve said before on this blog, money is just an energy that flows around. As cranky as I sound at times about how this world is, I see it as being this way because the energy of love doesn’t flow around enough.

Returning home I went by Josephine’s home to see what damage the tree that went down there did. Her bedroom is on the second story on the corner the tree came down at. It just brushed the house causing some roof damage mostly, but totally destroyed a raised deck on that side of the house. The tree has been removed but there is still a very big mess of shattered decking and supports to remove. It could have been worse, a couple of feet more and it could have destroyed the bedroom she was sleeping in.

Wake up honey, here is your coffee. :-)(She knows who I mean, the rest of you can wonder)

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

The real winners

I snitched that comic from Sinfest. Without permission, see how I am.

Even though I did smoke and drink when young, as did my wife, I also worked very hard and owned a home and the children never knew a hard day in their youth. Not sure what I am trying to say so will shut up and wish you a great day, hugs... BBC

Beautiful and Bat Shit Crazy….. Cher lives right close to me, only about twenty/thirty miles away, but an hours ferry ride as most of that distance is the waters of the Puget Sound. We may never meet in person, and she isn’t sure what to make of me anyway, and that is okay because people get me or they don’t. But her blog is pretty interesting, pay her a visit.