Sunday was good

I was sitting in Helen’s home yesterday morning bullshitting with her a little and mentioned that I should do something while I was waiting until time go to Rick’s. Now Helen is a straight shooting no bullshit country gal from good country stock and was raised during the depression and appreciates everything she has even though it is little, with no hang ups, so she said, “Why don’t you go play with your cock?” LOL…But I wasn’t feeling that need so I reset the teeth in my bow saw blade as it was pinching the blade, and sawed up a small cedar log I had here. I’ve never made a toothpick cup out of cedar, maybe I should, anyone looking for a one of a kind toothpick cup?

The house just to the east of me just went on the market, it has some upgrades and a new roof and at 159 thousand dollars it seems like a fair price, it’s hard to find anything under 200 thousand around here anymore that is decent. I’m tempted but I don’t want to make payments anymore, I would have to go back to work to make them and my paid for place is all I really need.

Anyway, yesterday I went over and installed a new turn signal/wiper/emergency flasher switch on Rick’s car, actually the car belongs to his pet drunk, umm, I mean wife. It’s ticks me off when people use up time. I don’t care what they do with their time but I don’t like them messing with mine, I was a bit early, I almost never show up late, and only a few minutes if I do. I give people fifteen minutes, if they’re not there by then I’m history. He showed up with one minute left before I was moving on. And he never had the damn part yet, we had to go into town and get it. It only took me about fifteen minutes to install it but over an hour was used up, hell, I could have had a forty-five minute nap.

Then I decided to take the rest of the day off and took my little girly pail to the beach for the afternoon to do some beach combing. Got some sand and pebbles and a golf ball of all things. It’s hard to find interesting pieces of driftwood around here, just big stuff that I can’t pack home. On the way home I stopped and got some Reeses ice cream, yum, yum.

Geez, long shirttails are a pain in the butt, if you happen to pee on them.

I think it’s foolish that people can’t see that God/Goddess would be on this planet in human form. Not as omnipotent beings as that is simply nonsense taught by old mentors that didn’t know what they were talking about. But as just spiritual beings. How else do you expect them (us) to enjoy this physical experience? They of course have to figure this out after years of struggle being as they are taught so much nonsense as they are raised here. Remember, you are not humans having a spiritual experience here. You are spiritual beings having a human experience, and it needs to improve one heck of a lot in order for us all to better enjoy it. Bah, I’m just beating my head against the wall, no one listens to me. What fools you mortals and monkeys be.

You know what drives God/Goddess bat shit crazy? All the monkeys screwing around screwing up things for them. Screwing up their peace. That and trying to find themselves and each other in this mess.

Are you connected? Got broadband so you can see all the cool things on the web? I don’t, it’s mostly just a bunch of monkeys screwing around and I have better things to do, like getting out and working on my place, taking care of Helen’s needs that she can no longer do. And most importantly interacting with others in a physical world instead of just blogs on the Internet.

Don’t take me wrong, I love and enjoy some of my online friends, but this is a touchy feely world too me and I don’t get that on the Internet. Like the other day when I was calming a lady down, I massaged her head some while she talked, and ran my fingers through her hair some. She needed that, it helped her a lot. And often things said and done are misunderstood on the Internet.

Lulu… Because God and Goddess have to have fun also. :-)

So Dan started a blog for his cat I guess, Lulu. We know all about pussies here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse, all they do is screw around all the time, that is why they are fixed. Don’t need anymore worthless things doing nothing but screwing around here mooching off the land.

Anyway, I recall a cute song I learned in that mining town as a youth.
Banging away on Lulu, banging away all day. Hey boys, whatcha gonna do for banging away when Lulu moves away?

Rich girls drive Cadillac’s, poor girls drive Fords. The only thing that Lulu runs is bedsprings but she runs them just as hard.

Banging away on Lulu, banging away all day. Hey boys, whatcha gonna do for banging away when Lulu moves away?

Rich girls wear diamond rings, poor girls wear brass. The only ring that Lulu wears is the ring around her ass.

Banging away on Lulu, banging away all day. Hey boys, whatcha gonna do for banging away when Lulu moves away?

Come on, admit it, that’s cute. There may have been more verses but I don’t recall them.

Hey, I’m going for a bike ride… Hugs, BBC

Another great day

It was another great day yesterday, didn’t rain, got a little sun, I cut up a bunch of lumber I was given and made a new chopping block. Went over and figured out why Rick's brake lights and turn signals wasn't working and will go back today to install the part for him.

Sadly it seems that the dream I had ten years ago is coming true. Oh well, nothing I can do about it. I was sitting outside taking a crap (great minds find bathrooms boring) and thinking. I know what happened to Lusty Tart and why she is getting a divorce but I’m not going to explain it, no one ever listens to me anyway. But her hating me is just a waste of time and effort on her part. Mortals have been misunderstanding, cussing and cursing me for thousands of years. And they aren’t going to find the truth and answers in those old books.

I went to Beer Church for a while in the evening and cheered up (counseled) a lady that is going crazy, or always has been and got her feeling better so that she could enjoy the evening and not drive the rest of us nuts with her whining. Claims that she has been told that she only has two years to live. Seems to me that I started hearing that a year ago so she must only have a year left. She should spend it being cheerful, but I think she is just milking others for sympathy, and they are tired of hearing it. She’s never seemed sick to me and we never hear of any treatment.

Too much food around here, when I moved here assuming that the cosmos would provide all my needs I sure didn’t expect it to be loading me up with so much food. I guess it thinks that I should buy my own beer though, what is with that?

Hey, have a great day. Hugs.

A beautiful day

It was a beautiful day here yesterday, in more ways than one. It was nice and sunny all day long and I turned off the computer early and spent the day doing other things rather than looking at and fussing about the world and how it is.

I cut up more of these pallets, split and stacked more of Helen’s firewood. She likes me to take her breakfast to her at 9:00 am and I usually eat at home but I took mine over to her place and we ate together while listening to the news on the radio.

The wind kept picking up during the day but it wasn’t too bad, just a reminder to me that my work in perpetual motion showed me how to do some cool things for making energy and I should get in gear and work on them instead of always putting those projects on the back burner. I don’t think they make windmills properly, squirrel cage type rotors are more effective and birds are not as prone to fly into them. And I don’t see the point in a generator being on every windmill when it can just be a simpler air compressor that transfers the air to a central plant with a single larger generator in it. Maybe the companies that make all those generators have everyone convinced that is the way to do it. Compressed air can be stored to use when you need the power, not just when the wind in blowing. Whatever, no one ever listens to me.

I also sat on my loveseat out in the yard for a while and just enjoyed the day. At 4:00 I went to Rick’s shop for a few beers and to see how he was doing as he has been fighting a convertible top installation that hasn’t gone well. He had to give up on it and order a new top. Helen called and said that the people I was talking to earlier about some windows and wood had came by and said that I could have them if I went and got them then.

Cool, so I got, for free, ten aluminum framed single pane windows, three vinyl framed double pane windows, a nice pile of used cedar shakes I can split into kindling for Helen, and some other lumber that I can use or cut into firewood. That makes for a pretty damn good day. In America they think single pane aluminum windows are junk when people in other parts of the world would love to have them, this truly is the land of milk and honey, and great waste. I could write a whole post about that, maybe everyone should move to America so they can all share this bounty with us, any person willing to do honest work here can have plenty, but we will have to spay and neuter you when you arrive. I can use the three vinyl framed windows in my building and the others can be used for gardening hot boxes or a greenhouse wall or something, it beats them going to the landfill.

The price of gas in a small town just west of here is the highest in the state, it’s pretty high here also. Naturally there is complaining from the money mongers that this will hurt the tourist season in this area. Excuse me while I yawn, or even take a nap. I don’t want more tourists here, they won’t even let me take pot shots at them, go away. We can get by just fine without their money.

So being as Kirsten was bitching about me on her blog (that is fine with me as it draws attention to me) because she doesn’t have a clue who or what I am and misunderstands me mentioned the Lusty Tart so I decided to take a look at her blog and she is bitching about me also. Again, that is fine as these women don’t know what they are talking about.

There are intelligent women that visit me and understand and love me and tell me so. Even a few married ones, call them well adjusted. Kirsten and Lusty are just two wrong thinking paranoid women that don’t have the brains of parking meters that don’t know how to think right. At least at times Lusty has admitted that she doesn’t know much. Why is it that these people can talk about sex but when I join in on the fun they start calling me a pervert? God and Goddess are about sex, and there are a few spiritual people on this planet that get and practice that. Not many, but a few.

Anyway, I did leave a comment on Lusty’s blog and I suppose she will delete it, whatever, I have a blog and can say what I like here. It does distress me though to see that she is getting a divorce, I think that is a real shame as I’m so fond of marriages and they seemed to have a good one. And Lusty, if you are reading this, I do not hate women, I just hate how a lot of them think and do, they mess up their lives with their thinking, and I’m not alone, even a lot of women dislike how a lot of women are. I’m truly sorry to hear about your divorce, I wish you luck with the rest of your life. And I know that you hate for me to do it, but…. Hugs.

BTW… I have never emailed any women a picture of my dick other than the amusing picture of the Easter Dick, that many women find amusing. So I suggest that you just get over it.

So there is a new law here I hear. There will be no more animal fighting allowed here. Cock and dog fights and things like that. There will be exceptions of course the monkeys will be allowed to keep fighting and hurting each other. Boxing and wrestling, even football, things like that, no point in just having more gentlemanly sports like baseball and basketball when you can watch monkeys fighting. Hey, here is a thought, rise above it all.

It’s cloudy this morning, but hey, it’s going to be another great day, I’m turning off this computer and joining it. Have a great day everyone. Hugs.

For Kirsten

Just turn the genders around in the cartoon. He, he, he.

I’ll be putting a thinking post on my other blog soon, maybe later today.

Yesterday I went for a two hour walk at 5:30 AM. Enjoyed a beautiful sunrise. Polluting rigs piss me off, one man got out of his pickup with a newspaper in his hand and went into a café, and left the damn engine running, too many people have no respect for this planet.

I was talking to a lady and she told me that her husband was the only man she ever wanted, as we looked his way while he was picking his nose. LOL

I was talking to another lady and she said “I really want a husband, I just don’t want him in my home.” She doesn’t even want him in her bed….. WTF? What does she want a husband for then? She can get a cat or a dog. I guess she just wants one to do the yard work for her, wash her car, things like that. What I would want to know is “What’s in it for me if a woman wants a husband?”

It was waves of weather yesterday, it would be nice for a while, then storm for a while, then be nice, then storm some more. Made it hard to get anything done outside but I managed to do a few things. Have a good day. Hugs… BBC

El Toro sumbitch

That idiot Goddess decided grass should be mowed to make it look pretty, why didn’t she just fucking make it short in the first fucking place? So that idiot God invented lawnmowers because she was getting tired of the sheep and cow shit on her lawns. There is just no pleasing that bitch. LOL

Then God invented ass kicking lawnmowers, up to twenty horse power now, and very wide cuts, real Tim Allen shit, argh, argh, argh !! “Hey neighbor, check out my new Toro, 18.5 horse power and a 42 inch cut”. Neighbor: “Big deal, look at what I just got, A John Deer, 22 horse power and a 46 inch cut”.

*Slinks away*

The next week: “Hi neighbor, look at what I’ve done. I’ve installed a 750 Honda engine in this Toro sumbitch, I can mow this lawn at sixty miles an hour now. Eat your heart out you motherfucker.” Yup, God is a fucking idiot. LOL

So yesterday I picked up the battery for Rick’s Toro riding mower and took it to his place and after starting it I rode it to my place where it is more convenient to work on. It isn’t far but I had to do it on major streets so I was hoping that I wouldn’t pass any cop monkeys. Kemp street is closed because of the sewer line project those idiots didn’t do a few years ago like they should have so I had to go another block to the state highway, the main drag.

Well I’m on a frigging lawnmower, even in fifth gear I suppose any cop except one with too many donuts in him could catch me on foot with my devious plan to cut through yards if one came along. So when I get to Kemp street I swing down behind the C-store service station and through the used car lot next door and then the bakery parking lot so was only on the side walk on the main drag for a little over a hundred feet before swinging left on Leighland and making my great escape the last block to my home.

I got out a large can and pulled the oil drain plug to let the oil drain while I walked back to Rick’s for my pickup. Then I lubed, oiled, made a new battery box, and tuned and adjusted everything on the mower and it’s now in good shape again.

I mowed Helen’s lawn so fast I didn’t even time to think about cracking open a beer (besides, it was too early in the day) and made ramps so I could drive it up into my pickup and took it to Rick’s and mowed his lawn. That was a bitch as it was pretty long in the back yard and the grass was wet. It took me two passes, once with the deck high, and then with it low. Then I took a nap.

It isn’t a mulching mower, the next time I grab it to mow Helen’s grass I’m converting it to a mulching mower so I don’t have to deal with grass clippings.

And being Wednesday it was of course laundry day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse. After I put the laundry in the machine I walked to the Jack In The Box for a burger while they are washing and there was a African American there, or whatever in the heck they call themselves these days. All I know is that she was about 4’ 6” tall and about 3’ 6” wide, and very dark.

I don’t know how someone that wide can find someone to have sex with them but she had this cute little curly haired dark monkey she was holding onto as it tried to climb her boobs. Umm, or whatever it was trying to do with her boobs.

She got her order and left the counter to go to the table area, I wasn’t paying any attention to them but I guess the baby monkey is at the age where he is walking some because I heard her say “Come back here boy, don’t make me beat your ass in public”. Well, at least she is teaching him to mind his manners in public.

Then because it was getting on toward evening I stopped at Beer Church on the way home to see what those monkeys are up to. Same old shit of course. The gal that had just gotten off shift and was having a few shots of Tequila before going home and I sat next to her. Umm, I don’t want to make this a long story but she was complaining about her tips being a bit low. Ann said to show more cleavage, and she said she would rather show her pussy. Gross, gross, gross, flash me some cleavage anytime but leave the pussy in wraps please, I never did like the looks of those things.

The gal that just came on shift tells us about the night another Bill pays her twenty-five bucks to look at her boobs, for five seconds. *Smacks head* What an idiot, I wouldn’t pay twenty-five bucks to look at any woman’s boobs, I know what boobs looks like, if she wants me to look at them she can just damn well show them to me.

No way I would pay to look at boobs, but I might pay a buck a minute to kiss them. It’s been two years since I kissed a boob, yeah, I just might do that if it was the right boobs. Goddess is such a gold digger, God is such an idiot. LOL

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5/2/2007

Yesterday after getting the mowing deck back on Rick’s riding mower I started noticing other things that need attention on it. A tire was going flat, the belt needed to be replaced and it hadn’t been lubed for some time.

I wanted to test it some anyway so started mowing his grass that had gotten pretty high in the back of the yard. On the second pass the belt broke so it was back to his shop with the wheel and tire and send him on a trip to town to have it fixed and pick up a new belt.

After lunch I picked them up at his shop and took them to his home to install them, now to test it again, the damn battery was dead. It’s a new battery so maybe the charging system is bad, I pulled the battery and took it to his shop and will try again today. I’m going to bring it to my place and get it in good shape.

I also cut up a few more pallets, then went to Jim’s and Precilla’s (sp) to see her new motorcycle, I’ve known them for years and didn’t know that she was a closet biking momma. I don’t know, I just don’t picture her riding that 1200 Harley Sportster much, we will see. I used to ride motorcycles a lot, but never did want a Harley.

My last wife loved biking, when she started getting cranky I would take her for a long ride and she would get in a better mood again. Except on long rides she would complain that she wanted to stop and eat as she was hungry. Well, I was in the front, I guess she wasn’t getting enough of the bugs.

Where have all the monkeys gone? – long time passing.
Where have all the monkeys gone? – long time ago.
Where have all the monkeys gone? – to their deaths, every one.
Why did they never learn? Why did they never learn?

It is good

I was going to talk about humor today, but I’ve shelved that for now. I want to stress to you how important it is to have tools and skills. These things are what really make the world go around, and also make it worse being as mankind hasn’t gotten wise enough to do things in moderation and technological civilizations tend to destroy themselves rather quickly.

Unless you are a very new reader here you know that I have lots of tools and equipment, including a metal lathe, you know that I’ve been a master mechanic, race car builder and driver, inventor, carpenter, long haul truck driver, and blah, blah, a bunch of other things.

Anyway, I wasn’t tooting my horn (beep, beep, get out of my way you little monkey), just stating some facts. It is good that I have a metal lathe, it comes in mighty handy at times even though it may sit a year between uses. Friend Rick got a good deal on a Toro riding lawnmower recently. He got it running but it wasn’t cutting grass worth a damn, figured the blades needed to be sharpened. I told him I would do that for him and went to his home yesterday morning to take them off.

They were in bad shape but he had bigger problems than that. The pivot assembly that tightens the belt driving the two blade pulleys was all cocked over and the belt wouldn’t tighten properly and was twisted. So I took the mowing deck off and took it to his shop to work on it. Found the pivot bushing block was plastic and worn egg shaped, so I took it to my place and turned a metal bushing then bored out the bushing block out and pressed the metal bushing into it. Yup, I have a press also. :-)

Sharpened the blades the best I could because someone before me had screwed them up pretty well when they sharpened them. Don’t use a bench grinder or a disk grinder to sharpen mower blades. Use a belt sander, or a wide flat bastard file and do it by hand if you have to. Nope, I don’t think they make a bitch file. And goddamn it, keep the bottom of the blade flat, don’t sharpen the bottom of the blade at an angle also or I will call you an idiot. It’s not a knife, it’s a fucking lawnmower blade.

I figure I saved him up to a couple hundred bucks had he took it to a shop to have it fixed, I may borrow it at times to mow Helen’s lawn, it’s just more fun to mow grass while riding around on a riding mower drinking a beer than it is pushing one when there is as much grass to mow as she has.

I went to the spit for a while last evening, I do that a lot, and there was some bitch from the Insane Chicks Society that looked to be in her twenties that was speeding up the gravel parking strip in her jeep trying to run down seagulls. Not much fear of her nailing one but it was irritating to me, I like it peaceful out there so when she went by I honked my horn and when she looked my way I gave her the finger. Seagulls may not be important to many people but they serve a useful purpose that I won’t get into now. And at the rate things are going your grandchildren may have to resort to eating them.

I was going to say more about therapists today, one in particular, but I guess I’ll be nice today. Not really his fault he hasn’t learned much and has any real skills, but if he pays attention his journey will teach him some things. Maybe he will even seek out an honest profession… :-)

Where have all the flowers gone

[Revised]

Where have all the flowers gone? – long time passing.
Where have all the flowers gone? – long time ago.
Where have all the flowers gone? – bombed away, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone? - long time passing.
Where have all the young girls gone? - long time ago.
Where have all the young girls gone? – killed off, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone? – long time passing.
Where have all the young men gone? – long time ago.
Where have all the young men gone? – gone for soldiers, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone? – long time passing.
Where have all the soldiers gone? – long time ago.
Where have all the soldiers gone? – gone to graveyards, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone? – long time passing.
Where have all the graveyards gone? – long time ago.
Where have all the graveyards gone? – under the rubble, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

That was good

Helen and I went to a play yesterday, a comedy farce “Whose Wives Are They Anyway”. It was very good and funny. Then we went to dinner at the Cornerhouse and out on the spit for a while. Poor old Helen, she is getting in such bad shape that her joints creak a lot. She never complains but I feel her pain when I help her walk places as she hangs onto me and I feel those joints popping and creaking. What a hard life she had, yet never a complaint from her. There was a cute member of the Insane Chicks Society wandering around on the spit in some sort of a daze but I stayed clear of her. She appeared to be the type that if she had one more IQ point she could be a basketball and I don’t need another nit-wit bouncing all over around me. I’ve had enough of those experiences.

I’m trying to type with a pussy on my lap, they can be so demanding at times but with four cats here I have to deal with that some. At least they don’t get pissed if I do kick them off after a while. And only two of them do that, the other two are sort of stand offish bitches that whore around all night and think I’m just here to feed them. They can whore around all they like, I had them fixed. If I had gotten my way I would have had my daughter fixed when she was fourteen but I was married to a screwed up Christian so my daughter ended up getting knocked up. The odd thing about that though, it was between marriages. I guess it’s okay, she tries to be a good mother but the last I heard was that they weren’t getting along well together at all. Mommy has become a Christian and, oh, never mind. *rolls eyes*…. I’ll likely have a knocked up granddaughter soon.

Therapists quack me up. They get ridiculous rates for listening to fruitcakes and then those fruitcakes with diplomas on their walls from ‘institutions of higher learning’ go “quack, quack, quack” while trying to help them accept and deal with society. Fuck me running momma. We should fix society instead of trying to deal with its mental sicknesses. I have never tried to learn how to deal with a difficult boss, it’s like “Fuck you, I’m out of here”. I had good skills and was a good worker, jobs were a dime a dozen to me and quitting never bothered me. The longest I ever worked for anyone was myself, and I figure that I’m the best idiot I ever worked for. My motto is “If you are going to work for a fucking idiot, work for yourself”.

It didn’t make me rich but I’ve never cared to be rich, I just needed to be me. And a few times it just felt good to tell someone “Fuck you, get out of my store and don’t ever come back”. I figure that I only have to put up with so much from the fucking monkeys. It’s the same with the women of the Insane Chicks Society, I put up with a lot from them, I really do, but there has been times when it’s “Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out”. Too many women don’t understand the true intention of women’s lib. Paring up is about being a team you little girly monkeys, it’s not about you being completely independent, besides, you are not always anymore right than we are.

Observation:…. There are two types of therapists. Those therapists charging a hundred and twenty-five bucks an hour and the ex therapists standing in soup lines muttering. The ‘successful’ ones are not making the world a better place, they have just managed to stay brainwashed. The others are people that their peers as much as removed because they saw the nonsense in it all and bucked the system. Thereby being removed by their kind. I’ve seen this in the teaching professions also, people doing a lot of muttering, trying to find their way again, I should write more about this someday.

Stop reading now if all you are looking for is humor, I know that humor is important to most of you, but here is a news alert, humor is just a way of dealing with things that you don’t like, it isn’t fixing problems on this planet. I’ll discuss humor tomorrow. I’m going to post a song here, that has been changed a lot over the years. We sang a version of it at the peace rally on Saturday only I’ve changed it some to be more generic, meaning not just slanted to America, Americans like to slant everything to suit themselves, but to try to make it fit all citizens on the planet. I may be an American, but damn it, first and foremost I’m a member of the human race and just another citizen of this planet. Yeah, I know, if you look ‘citizen’ up in a dictionary it will state it in a way that I don’t see things. But damn it, I didn’t create all these stupid fucking boarders. Feel free to suggest improvements, or to pass it along.

Study war no more (Or, Down by the riverside)

We’re gonna lay down our weapons down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside. Gonna lay down our weapons down by the riverside and study war no more. We aren’t gonna study war no more.

We’re gonna shake hands around the world, and we aren’t gonna study war no more.

We’re gonna lay down those atom bombs, and we aren’t gonna study war no more.

We’re gonna pull out of wars, and we aren’t gonna study war no more.

We’re gonna start a department of peace, and we aren’t gonna study war no more.

We’re gonna lay down our Wall Street stocks and live off war no more.

We’re gonna lay down our military jobs, and we aren’t gonna study war no more.

Gonna shake hands and live in peace, live in peace, live in peace, and we aren’t gonna study war no more.

Gonna hold hands and learn to hug, learn to hug, learn to hug, and we aren’t gonna study war no more.

Gonna hold hands and learn to love, learn to love, learn to love, and we aren’t gonna to study war no more.

We’re gonna lay down our weapons down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside. Gonna lay down our weapons down by the riverside and study war no more. We aren’t gonna study war no more.

Now just knock it off you monkeys, how can love evolve on this planet with all these wars and insanities? I love all of you, but a lot of you really piss me off. Hugs….. BBC

Repeat after me

War is...

Child abuse...

Women abuse...

Men abuse...

Abuse of spirit...

Greed is....

See above.....

If you are not angry you are not paying attention...

This and that replies

Sewmouse, I’ve always been a morning person, with no need for an alarm clock. I don’t know many women that are though. I’ve never lived with one anyway. The only thing my wife liked about mornings was the fact that I took her a cup of coffee when I went in to wake her up. Other than that I’m sure she would have liked to sleep till noon everyday. Speaking of curmudgeon’s, I have a book that I think you would enjoy. The title of it is “A CURMUDGEON’S GARDEN OF LOVE”… It’s a hoot.

Groovy Lady, Oh sure, I like pretty things. It’s just that the girly monkeys are better at that stuff. But I have a few pretty things around here. Well, pretty to me anyway, strings of shells on the wall over the head of my bed, under the owl chalice. A few pictures, a cloth pillow covering with flowers on it that I tacked to the wall, a big red heart on my bulletin board that says “Happy Valentines Day.” Things like that, I haven’t painted the walls after building this place though. LOL.. Hell, I’m easy and sleazy for the most part, if I have a mate it goes something like: Her, “Honey, I want that wall this color.” Me, “Okay honey, I can get to it in a few days.” Her, “You don’t care?” Me, “Fuck, I don’t spend much time looking at walls, half of the time I’m not looking past my mind, what do I care what color it is?” I do tend to like a warm country setting though, I’m not really into modern, in fact I pretty much dislike modern. I like it that I’m an old country hick.

I do like beach stuff also, I’ve always been drawn to the sea and beaches, or nature in general. I collect beach pebbles, shells, some sand, and I like good driftwood. Beach pebbles are prettiest when wet though, so I keep some of them in a jar of water. I’m thinking of making a wall type container to put some in. You know, like an ant farm thing.

Anyway, aside from the fact that I like some pretty things I suppose I’m just a sixty-three old male idiot with a fifty year old body and a stupid little willie that thinks it’s still twenty-five and should still have some attention every morning. But my wife never did get that morning sex thing. Didn’t understand that it puts a man in a good mood for going out and facing the world. She pretty much never liked sex much at all and that was always a problem with us. But it’s my opinion that people should be learning how to have better sex with each other and stop making all that other stuff out there so important because it isn’t. Sex, beach, yup, that pretty much sums it up. LOL

I know, that pail I posted a picture of yesterday, I’ll call it my Pussy Pail. LOL. Hey, don’t look at me like that, it’s our ancestors that made us all bat shit crazy.

Dawn, I live on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington state, on the Puget Sound. A beautiful area with a mild year around climate and just the right amount of rain (in my area anyway). There are much prettier seashells in other parts of the world but I have to take what I can get. When I sent Sewmouse her toothpick cup the other day I also sent her a few beach pebbles and some sand. I’m just certain that she needs a bit of Washington clutter in Chicago. LOL…. Hey, each pebble was hand picked by me and I’m a picky pebble picker upper pecker. Say that real fast three times. :-)

Ryan, hang in there, and keep us posted on the wedding?

The camper remodel project is kind of on hold for now. My mind has wondered to other things and I won’t really need it until next fall when it starts getting cooler again. My attention is currently on spending time at the beach, or other walks. Getting my yard more organized, cutting up that pile of pallets, and building a storage unit along the East fence. And just plain goofing off now that I don’t have to work for a living.

So that is what this monkey is working on right now.

Observations: I see that the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society is back from her winters work in California. I kind of miss her even though she is as confused as a rabid bat. I wonder if we will bump into each other this summer.

Back in the good old days I got up early every day and read books, filling my brain with monkey droppings, then along came computers and now I write my own monkey droppings. Sure am glad they taught me to type in high school.

The monkeys in charge of my area are really stupid. Two years ago they rebuilt the street on the next block over, I heard at the time that they would be installing a sewer line as we are on septic systems in this area. Nope, they didn’t do it then, they are tearing up the street now to install them. I swear, I’m surrounded by frigging idiots.

Alistair, So you are finding out that your therapy training from institutions of higher learning isn’t spot on. You a therapist, ha, ha, ha, you’re frigging nuts. I’ll pick on you and some of your silly thinking another time in another post, if I ever get caught up. LOL … Hugs

I’m headed to the peace protest today. If you’re still reading, I put a short post on my other blog this morning also. My other blog Hugs. BBC

Girly pretty

Yesterday morning I went for a five-mile walk along the beach, before 8:00 AM. What did you monkeys do? I like to pick up beach pebbles and shells and such when I’m at the beach so I bought a small pail at the Dollar Store. Being as this is a guy place there isn’t much pretty stuff here, a little, but not a lot.

I could have bought a plain pail but I bought a pretty one instead, do you like my pretty pail? Not that I need your approval. LOL

NEW YORK (AP) - Stocks climbed Thursday, nudging the Dow Jones industrials further above 13,000 as investors responded to another batch of strong profit reports from companies including Apple Inc. and 3M Corp.

It’s amazing to me how gullible the monkeys here are.

WASHINGTON - Gen. David Petraeus, the top U.S. commander in Iraq, depicted the situation there as "exceedingly complex and very tough" Thursday and said the U.S. effort might become more difficult before it gets easier.

Well that’s a fucking understatement if I ever heard one. And the only reason we have enemies is because we created them.

WASHINGTON (AFP) - Intelligence has nothing to do with wealth, according to a US study published Tuesday which found that people with below average smarts were just as wealthy as those with higher IQ scores.

I’ve always been intelligent enough to know that so called wealth was bullshit, and a day on the beach was worth more than any money I could make.

"Your IQ has really no relationship to your wealth. And being very smart does not protect you from getting into financial difficulty," Zagorsky said.

Duh, no shit !! I know a lot of so called wealthy folks that are knee deep in shit and don’t even know it. And they are no more happy than anyone else.

The table saw that Rick gave me wasn’t up to the job I need it to do here so I bought a new one yesterday that was on special for seventy dollars. Now I can get rid of this big pile of pallets. Really, there is a lot of them, two rolls wide, six feet high and forty feet long.

Have a nice day. BBC

Joe was interesting

I was working in a Ford dealership years ago and Joe was a mechanic that worked in the stall next to me. His goal in life was to be a sort of working hippie and have everything his way. It was his philosophy to live simply, drive an old VW Bug, chase women for free sex and not take anything too serious. If something wasn’t going his way he would figure out to make it go his way. He was a pretty easy going and likable guy.

We had an old roll around battery charger in the shop, it worked but the gauges and timer didn’t work, and often the cooling fan would start squealing and Joe wanted a new one but the owner wouldn’t spring for one.

One day Joe nonchalantly rolls the battery charger under a car he is working on and then goes over to the wall and trips the hoist lever and stands there peacefully staring off into space. When the car had crushed the charger about half way down Clem noticed what was happening and hollered at him. Then Joe seemed to become aware and looked over and said, “Opps, how did that happen?” We got a new battery charger that afternoon.

I liked Joe.

Vinicio….. Are you reading this? Kirsten thinks you can take a test designed by monkeys to see how spiritual you are, isn’t that a hoot? You don’t need validation in order to decide what you are. She has some fun sides to her, but spirituality she is an absolute fruitcake.

God is a member of GRUMPY U, the bad mood dudes since 1937.

It's what you learn after you know it all that counts.

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. -Albert Einstein

The cowboy was trying to buy an insurance policy. The insurance agent was going down the list of standard questions.
"Ever have an accident?"
"Nope, nary a one."
"None? You've never had any accidents."
"Nope. Ain't never had one. Never."
"That's hard to believe. Nothing ever happened to you at all?"
"Well, a rattler bit me one time."
"Wouldn't you consider that an accident?"
"No way! The dang varmint bit me on purpose."

After a long night of making love, he notices a photo of another man on her nightstand by the bed.
He begins to worry.. "Is this your husband?" he nervously asks.
"No, silly," she replies, snuggling up to him.
"Your boyfriend, then?" he continues.
"No, not at all," she says, nibbling away at his ear.
"Is it your dad or your brother?" he inquires, hoping to be reassured.

"No, no, no! You are so hot when you're jealous!" she answers.
"Well, who in the hell is he, then?" he demands.
"That's me before the surgery."

NEW YORK (Reuters) - The high-rolling life of the world's top hedge fund managers just keeps getting better. The latest survey on hedge fund salaries shows that, for the first time, founding executives at three major hedge funds took home well over $1 billion last year. And the average pay for the top 25 hedge fund managers rose a staggering 57 percent to $570 million in 2006 from 2005, according to industry publication Alpha Magazine.

There sure are a lot of suckers on this planet isn’t there? They just keep making undeserving people richer while they work their butts off.

I’m going for a walk on the beach this morning, you monkeys try to be peaceful while I’m gone.

Ryan’s mommy

I’m thinking about something because I can’t frigging stop thinking, but I’m still writing it. Maybe I will have it ready to post in a few days. I still think this blogging is a frigging waste of time on my part because I can’t change the world with it.

Maybe I can’t fix the world but I’ve been spending more time away from the computer. Taking a walk everyday and getting more done around here, making my little part of the world better. And yesterday a bearing froze up in my table saw. I have a big pile of pallets that was on this place when I got it and I’ve figured out how to easily tear them apart with a tool I dreamed up and then cut them up into firewood.

A new bearing for the saw is twenty-two bucks, I can buy a new table saw on sale at Sears for a hundred bucks, I’m thinking about what to do. But for now my friend Rick gave me a table saw that I can use to keep cutting up pallets, and if I wear it out he doesn’t care.

Anyway, it seems that Ryan's mommy got her hooters twisted out of shape because he was *gasp* talking about her on his blog and stating his wishes about his upcoming wedding to ‘girlfriend’ who has decided he should be married because she wants it to be illegal for him to hump other women, or for whatever reasons. Maybe even for the greatest and most confusing insanity of them all, LOVE.

But if mommy doesn’t want (or to know that) Ryan talking about her to all his friends she should toss her computer out in the pigsty. Welcome to this day and age of the Internet and how we all communicate with each other. Ryan wasn’t doing anything but expressing his thoughts and wishes. And stating her desire to take over and planning every frigging thing. Okay, I frigging have something to say about this because I have opinions and I think everyone is entitled to them.

Dear Ryan’s Mommy: Hi honey, how are you hon? What is with you getting your hooters all twisted out of shape because Ryan was stating his wishes? What is it with you taking over planning his wedding? Ann Landers would bitch slap you for that you know (only in a nicer way than a cranky God does). Ryan has a fiancée, it’s HER wedding, not yours. It’s up to her to plan it !!! You shouldn’t be trying to take that away from her.

I’m pretty sure that Ryan only had in mind too share the wonderful event with you and for you to host it, not take over the whole damn thing. He is your son, not your daughter. If you have ideas take them up with his bride to be, but respect what she (and he) wants because “IT’S HER FRIGGING WEDDING”. If you want to plan and pull off a big wonderful gig I suggest that you get married again, renew your vows to hubby, umm, if he is still around, I don’t know that much about you.

Geez honey, I hope you don’t get your hooters all bent out of shape because I’m *gasp* talking about you, like I said, welcome to this age and the Internet. Get over it hon, everything isn’t about you. In fact, almost nothing is about you other than you can share your shining star with others for a few hours if you don’t get all bent out of shape and want to control everything. Host: Look it up in the dictionary if you need to. Mostly in a case like this it basically means you plan and carry off the party, but not the event.

Let’s recap, Ryan is right and you are wrong, hugs hon. BBC

WASHINGTON - For the first time astronomers have discovered a planet outside our solar system that is potentially habitable, with Earth-like temperatures, a find researchers described Tuesday as a big step in the search for "life in the universe."

Anyone that thinks there is another miracle like this out there is a dreamer, astronomers play with their brains too much, with your money. Fix this planet before you worry about the universe. Some miracles only happen once and it would be wise of mankind to save this one.

Dwight Eisenhower

Dwight Eisenhower, the first five-star general in American history, was raised by pacifists.

I like to believe that people in the long run are going to do more to promote peace than our governments. Indeed, I think that people want peace so much that one of these days governments had better get out of the way and let them have it. - Dwight Eisenhower

For Sewmouse

Making the toothpick cup for Sewmouse was interesting. I didn’t turn the base because it had some limb bulges in it and I thought it would be a good effect to leave it unturned. I’ve never made one with an unturned base before, never even thought of it.

Sewmouse likes to study old civilizations and archeology so I turned it in the shape that an old vessel for storing grains, liquids, etc, might look like. It’s like the base is a stump that the vessel is sitting on. The two grooves in the main body represent two circles, um, that has a spiritual meaning to me but no point in my trying to explain it to others.

The first coat of finish was a light coat of an oil-based green varnish, just to stain it a bit. Then it got two coats of clear water based polyurethane gloss.

It’s Sunday

Being as God doesn’t go to any kind of a church because they don’t have any Fellowships of God on this planet, I just get up and do my web surfing and posting. And sometimes argue with the monkeys that won’t listen to me but instead want to debate with me.

The problem with blogs is that others notice them and start following them instead of going to the first post and reading them like a book and I just end up repeating things I’ve already said.

Yeah, I wrote another post for today.

But you know what?

Screw it.

You monkeys don’t think like I do.

You don’t think about the lady everyday that had to eat her first born so that she could live longer.

You don’t think about the thirty thousand a day dying of starvation.

You don’t think about the thousands being killed every day. You don’t think about them being a part of you. You just make dramas out of random events.

You don’t hurt like I do.

You won’t listen to me and this has been a waste of my time.

So just go do your screwing around and having your fun instead of accepting that you are God in evolution and trying to save this planet, I’m done posting, at least for now. I’m just going to sit back and observe you all as things continue to go to hell.

Take care all.
BBC

God woke up cranky

I’m not feeling very witty today, God woke up cranky this morning. Not about the little picture, my life is doing just fine, but about the big picture. I’ve been sitting here playing with my brain again, but I wash my hands before I take it out so the oil on the fingers don’t fuck it up. Smart monkeys do that. But my heaviest thinking and bitching was posted on my other blog this morning.

FYI….Eighty-thousand Americans take a bullet from a hand gun in any year. Thirty-thousand die. That's one thousand shooting deaths off-camera for each victim at Virginia Tech, the media is just making a big drama out of that is all. More FYI…. This doesn’t make guns bad, it just means that there is a lot of fucking sick people in this country and you should have a gun of your own to protect yourself. Call it anarchy if you like, I do. But if guns get outlawed, only outlaws will have guns. Guns don’t kill people, people, um, monkeys kill people.

I was talking to the cute little Mary monkey last evening and she said that she hasn’t killed the aloe vera plant yet that I gave her a while back, well hell, it’s pretty hard to kill an aloe vera.

A good piece of chocolate has about 200 calories. As I enjoy 2 servings per night, and a few more on weekends. I consume 3,500 calories of chocolate in a week, which equals one pound of weight per week.

Therefore...

In the last 3 1/2 years, I have had chocolate caloric intake of about 180 pounds, and I only weigh 165 pounds, so without chocolate, I would have wasted away to nothing about 3 months ago!

I owe my life to chocolate.

Sewmouse, I would be tempted to buy a sheep to mow Helen’s grass, and what little I have, but we don’t water it so it dries out in the summer and I would have to buy feed for the sheep. I would also have to buy feed for it through the winter. It’s cheaper just to mow it some when it rains I guess.

CARACAS (Reuters) - Venezuela launched a Zeppelin on Thursday to patrol Caracas, seeking to fight crime in one of Latin America's most dangerous cities but also raising fears that President Hugo Chavez could be turning into Big Brother.

Well, someone has to be big brother, I don’t expect these monkeys to suddenly start doing right. Our local jail is so full that they didn’t even jail the person that was caught the other day with 450 marihuana plants in his home.

A while back a guy gets caught screwing a dead deer, the other day a guy was caught screwing his neighbors goat. YOU FUCKING MONKEYS ARE INSANE !!!! Other than an attempt with a spoiled Catholic brat few years ago, a woman what wasn’t right for me I haven’t had sex for six years. And yes I do obsess over it, but dammit, I’m not screwing any animals. Well, maybe the right monkey, if she is a blond, redhead or brunet.

WASHINGTON (Reuters) - A fruity cocktail may not only be fun to drink but may count as health food, U.S. and Thai researchers said on Thursday. Adding ethanol -- the type of alcohol found in rum, vodka, tequila and other spirits -- boosted the antioxidant nutrients in strawberries and blackberries, the researchers found.

I’ll take a double, it helps me deal with this stupid planet.

Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.

BAGHDAD - U.S. soldiers are building a three-mile wall to protect a Sunni Arab enclave surrounded by Shiite neighborhoods in a Baghdad area "trapped in a spiral of sectarian violence and retaliation," the military said.

I think the correct solution would be to just come home and let them work things out, or just blow it up.

Anyway, I normally keep my cooking very simple, I eat to live, not live to eat. But the other day I made a casserole, that is a picture of it posted. I just made it up with things that I had here. Four chopped up pork chops, some small elbow macaroni, small can of olives, can of cream of mushroom soup (should have used two), fair size chunk of cheddar cheese grated up, some salt and garlic salt. Topped with a layer of Krusteaz biscuit and baking mix. Baked at 375 degrees in a 7 X 10 inch pan for about 40 minutes, it’s very good. I made enough for two of them but froze the other half for now. Some peas would have been nice in it also.

I’ve finished turning Sewmouse’s toothpick cup, and stained it yesterday. Soon I will put the finish on it and post a picture of it.

I think it’s time to clear the desk off again so I can see the adding machine. I’ve learned that no matter how many magazines I drag home because of articles in them that I want to address just overwhelms me at times and I don’t get to many of them. But it doesn’t matter, I can dump them all and start a new pile again because there is always stupid shit out there.

This document that I write my posts in is already up to 62 pages for this year, if I would just clean them up I wouldn’t have to think of a fresh post for a few months or more.

Saturday, it’s peace protest day here every Saturday, I think I will go protest peace. *snickers*. Have a nice day… BBC

A law that should have stood

"...idiots, imbeciles, aliens, the insane and women." ---A law standing in Texas until 1918 regulating who could not vote. If they had just removed the women part and kept the rest of the law maybe we wouldn’t have an idiot knuckle dragger in the White House now.

Yesterday a woman told me that I should be married. HA!! Only if I found a woman like Helen.


An important concept of enjoying life is to always be mature about our immaturity.

I learned the best exercise and education you can get is the kind you get by digging yourself out of hole. It toughens you up and makes you smarter.

I have learned not to pray, but too listen to God more, or allow God to get a word in edgewise.

You live and learn. At any rate, you live.

JUSTICE: When kids have kids of their own.

How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

Do you ever wonder why you gave me your e-mail address in the first place?

I want to stop

I want to stop posting for the most part, blogging has been a waste of my time and energy and objective of telling mankind that he is in fact God in evolution. Now if I could just shut off my brain. The more I see out there the more I see just how much more crazy mankind is getting and there is no point in my trying to tell you monkeys what you are. And a lot of blogs are just people/monkeys screwing around and not caring about the world at all. When I visit blogs where they are just talking about their trips, clothes, nice things, I just get irritated.

Terry, I didn’t start on my spiritual journey until I was about fifty, and it has been one strange journey. During my first fifty years every religion I looked at just looked like bullshit. I didn’t need a religion then and I don’t now. Why in the hell would God have a religion? During those first fifty years I did live by decent codes of conduct though, that is better than many people do. Besides, we should be raised properly spiritually instead of the way we are, then we wouldn’t have to be trying to figure things out later. And many still believe a lot of crap instead of the truth.

Ryan has me listed on his blog as a thinking man, maybe thinking idiot would be more like it. I think that we are all still idiots at this time in time and space. I’m a tick smarter than I was five hundred years ago though.

Hammer, sure I piss some people off because I question how they think and what they do, and how they use us. I’ve been called everything from passive aggressive to an asshole, and I don’t mind. Someone has to do it.

It’s one thing for people to write stories, if stating that they are only stories, but to write something as if it was an actual experience that you had, that is bullshit. Fiction is fiction and Kirsten writes a lot of fiction, bad fiction at that. The Christian bible is fiction, the Koran is fiction, you would think that people would be smart enough by now too see that. I don’t read much fiction, it insults my intelligence and I’m not interested in it for entertainment. Reality is fucking strange enough for me.

I don’t want to do more posts except to post camper project updates and maybe some things that I do around here as I experience things on my adventures. But my fucking brain won’t shut up. And I have opinions, and here is some now, on my other blog. My other blog

Hello !

"Hello! You have reached the automated answering service of your school. In order to assist you in connecting to the right staff member, please listen to all the options before making a selection:

To lie about why your child is absent - Press 1
To make excuses for why your child did not do his work- Press 2
To complain about what we do - Press 3
To swear at staff members - Press 4
To ask why you didn't get information that was already enclosed in your newsletter and several flyers mailed to you - Press 5
If you want us to raise your child - Press 6
If you want to reach out and touch, slap or hit someone -Press 7
To request another teacher, for the third time this year -Press 8
To complain about bus transportation - Press 9
To complain about school lunches - Press 0

If you realize this is the real world and your child must be accountable and responsible for his/her own behavior, class work, homework and that it's not the teachers' fault for your child's lack of effort: Hang up and have a nice day!

If you want this in Spanish, you must be in the wrong country.

Religions are God’s way of proving intelligent design is full of crap. Think about it.

So I was talking to a lady the other night and learned that the squatter monkey whose trailer I moved out of my yard has screwed up a lot lately, and screwed others over. He got stopped one night and his rig got impounded, I’m not sure why, then he got it out of impound and a few nights later got stopped again, out of town. And a lady was with him, he told her to tell the cop that she was a hitchhiker and jumped out of the rig and ran into the woods. After the cops let her go she had to walk into town.

He has been on the lamb since, still free I suppose because he sneaked by Monday night and put a padlock on his trailer door, then while I was at Rick’s shop yesterday he, or someone came by and towed it away. That saved me the trouble of doing it.

If that little monkey hasn’t grown up by the age of thirty-seven, maybe he never will. I did a few stupid things when I was younger but I was man enough to take accountability for them.

Hammer, don’t you recognize fiction when you read it? Kirsten didn’t go out in the dessert on a camel for Easter and sleep on the sands and ride camels for five hours a day. That fruitcake isn’t in good enough shape to do something like that. And if she can piss on limestone and bore a hole in it when centuries of rain, wind and water hasn’t worn down the sculptures there she has some really caustic piss. Don’t you see that woman is a frigging fruitcake? She got some pictures off of the Internet and made herself up a story. You don’t really believe the crap she writes do you? She must be on some really good drugs, or is just plain whacko.

What’s disappointing to me, is too know that there is nothing bigger than me out there. BBC

Holy shit !!!

Look at all those monkeys fucking around out there !!!

I think I will just stay home today, maybe mend some socks. BBC