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.

35.5 Million hungry in U.S.

That was a story in the local rag, I have to wonder about stories like that some times. And I wonder if a lady and child in Africa starving to death would care. I know and observe a lot of people, and I don’t know or see anyone that is really hungry. I know people that think they are hungry, but they are far from starving to death.

I know people that are to lazy to work and just sponge off everyone else. I know people that has money for booze, cigarettes, gas and drugs that complain they can’t afford food. And I see them eating in cafes all the time, hello? Recently I overheard a lady telling her husband how hungry she was and she wished the meal would be ready soon, a grossly obese woman, the kind you don’t like to look at. Ahhh, the poor dear. For people like that sympathy to me is a word in the dictionary between sex and syphilis. I’m not big on people that just take and give nothing back.

I recall some pretty lean days in my youth, I lived with my grandparents for about ten years and there was some hard times at times. But I don’t recall ever being really hungry, certainly not near starving to death. And the hard times never bothered me like they seem to bother a lot of people.

As an adult I have had many varied and interesting experiences and been close to homeless a few times, even by choice. Just lived in a pickup camper for a few years after giving a woman my share of the home and leaving. It simply wasn’t worth fighting over or for, my world does not revolve around money and material things. I’m not sure what it has always revolved around, maybe interesting experiences, friends and great sex. LOL

But I’ve never even been close to being hungry, I had food, I had beer, and a 32 foot boat, and all kinds of other things, hell, I had the world by the tail. It just seems to me like Americans sure do whine a lot, I question that there are 35.5 million hungry people in this country, well, starving ones anyway.

The local Lyon’s club just had their annual radiothon to raise money for the local food banks and they raised over forty-two thousand dollars in just one day. Not bad for a smaller town, I didn’t know that many people even listened to the local radio station. Anyway, I don’t think anyone in this area is starving, not even the bums, lazy jerks and homeless, and we have a lot of them here. I’ve studied the homeless a lot, I’ve stood in soup lines with them just to observe and learn from them, and some of them have had some bad breaks and the help is useful to them in getting back on track. But I also see a lot of them that are just plain users of the rest of us. And even they will have a nice Thanksgiving meal on Thursday. Sympathy? Sometimes I have trouble feeling that.

What have some of the highlights in your life been? I've done and seen so many things in my life that I would be hard pressed to name highlights, but maybe some great sex would be involved, or my next great sex. *smirks*

Later, I’m in the mood to blow some soap bubbles, only I’m headed back out to Granny’s today to see if I can get that repair finished. I ran out of long nails yesterday (no I didn’t bend them all) and I need one more ten foot 2X4. Rather than sistering the roof stringers that were cracked I decided to remove the roofing on that section and install new ones, so I just sistered the supporting beams.

Forgive your enemies but remember their names.
Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

A very lucky man

I wanted to hike to the hot springs yesterday but because of a recent storm the road was closed. Because it was only a few more miles out of the way I decided to go out to Granny’s Café and Hotel and visit with my friend Terry for a while. Boy, did I find a mess out there.

The café is on winter hours now and wasn’t open yet (it’s out in the country) so I started looking around. The first thing I noticed was that a huge pine tree just behind the cafe was lying in the side parking lot. The wind had snapped it off about thirty feet up and sixty or so feet of it was on the ground. The wind was blowing hard enough that it didn’t go straight down or it would have crushed the covered sidewalk to the restrooms, and the patio area at the back of the cafe. It blew it about fifty feet over it and out into the parking lot. It is so big that you can’t even see the café and patio area behind the downed tree in the posted picture.

Terry had just walked through that area, it fell right behind him, what a very lucky man.

Luckily it also missed the gazebo and the music grandstand where they play and sing in the summer time.

The storm also blew some of the roof off of the café and the hotel. And snapped off a forty-foot trunk of a multi-trunked maple tree that fell on the end of a covered area that I built a few years ago. It drove the end supporting post three feet into the ground and twisted the roof pretty badly and broke some supporting beams and did some other structural damage, but all in all my structure held up pretty well.

I had the wrong glasses for carpentry work with me so I bent some of nails trying to drive them in but I went to work on fixing the damage. Terry wanted to help me but I’ve worked with and for him for some years now and I trained him some time ago to get out of my frigging way when I tell him to, I have a habit of training bosses. LOL.. I can figure out how to do most things alone and there were other things needing attention and I figured that it would be more efficient if he tackled them, so he went off to tackle them.

I got the corner post jacked back up and supported and removed short sections of the broken supporting beams, jacked them into place where they needed to be and ‘sistered’ them. It’s a term from the days of wooden sailing ships when they had to repair the ribs in ship hulls. I didn’t get all of the damage fixed but will go back out in a few days and finish it.

A few other men started helping Terry with the tree that had snapped off, they got it limbed and had much of the branches ran through a chipper by the time I left, the roofers were there and planning the roof repairs and things where looking pretty good out there and Terry was feeling much better about things.

I got an email from Terry last evening saying that he didn’t even want to get out of bed that morning as it was all so overwhelming and he didn’t know where to start. But like I said, when I left it was looking a lot better, in just one day.

We’re country out here, we help each other in times like this, well some of us are still country. I love being country, I will always be country folk, we help and support each other. I’m country, I’ll fucking be country the day I fucking die. PROUD TO BE COUNTRY !!!!! PROUD TO BE WHAT I AM !!!

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Come

Come, stand with me, by the sea.
Hold my hand and be as me.
Be one, as we.
Be we, as one.
Come, stand with me, by the sea.
Billy B Cook

I worked on the North Olympic Hiking Trail yesterday, they are building a new section of it just West of town. There were six of us in the crew, four very nice women and us two cranky guys. Na, it was a great crew, I’m not cranky all the time, I just do some venting on my blog.

We went for a walk during the lunch break as one couple there had a geo-cache in the area, if you know what a geo-cache is. It had some cool things in it and a visitors book to sign and make remarks in. It’s been found by a number of people that looked up the location on the Internet and looked for it when they were in this area.

Building a new trail through a forest is hard work, working two four to six hour days a week most weeks it takes about a year to build a mile of trail that is three feet wide and cleared for another few feet on each side. You have to remove all the brush and vegetation, roots, stumps, rocks, and the topsoil down to mineral earth. Sometimes the topsoil is over a foot deep.

But we had a good time working, talking, and farting together. Yes, country girls fart without embarrassment. And that begs a question. If the Christians God was so smart when he created them, why do they fart? And leak, and have birth defects and such. Fight and kill each other. What a stupid god *rolls eyes* And I whistle tunes some as I work. I didn’t notice that my glasses had slipped out of my pocket and I stepped on them so had to do without until I got back home.

Over ninety percent of the trail has been built by volunteers, it has been a huge effort, a lot of it is ten feet wide and paved, I’ve worked on it off and on ever since moving here. Never underestimate the power of a volunteer. They don’t do things for gain and recognition and wealth, they do things because they need to be done. The volunteer work I have done through my life has been some of the most important work I have ever done in my life. Well, I think so anyway. What volunteer work do you do?

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Hit and Miss

That is a picture of Helen that I took the other day after finely getting her to try the nice wheeled walker that Mary gave her when she was dying. Even sweet old ladies can resist trying new things but now she loves it and will be pestering me to take her more places. LOL …. Isn’t she just the sweetest looking thing?

I still have plenty to say, but I’m going to be hit and miss on posting on my blogs for a few months, until after what I think is my spiritual other half, soul mate visits in January. For now I’m just going to sit back and observe some very interesting worldwide events forming and unfolding.

Considering how I see and analyze the big picture, there are events shaping up that if they occur things are only going to get worse. And I (we) have little hope of stopping any of it. The next ten years should be very interesting.

Sinking Currency, Sinking Country

The euro, worth 83 cents in the early George W. Bush years, is at $1.45. The British pound is back up over $2, the highest level since the Carter era. The Canadian dollar, which used to be worth 65 cents, is worth more than the U.S. dollar for the first time in half a century.

I only pasted part of that news story in here, assuming that you have read it all. I seem to be one of the few people that sees America failing, in fact deserves to fail, and have prepared for it. Most folks talk themselves into being positive and saying it can't happen, yeah, right. I'm just biding my time until I can say "I told you so". I’m about ready as I can get for hard times, but most folks are not. I think that the next ten years are going to be very interesting.

This world may understand too late that it needs to adopt a one currency and monetary system world wide in order to have a fair worldwide trade system that reduces the money managers and their greed. I see some interesting events developing and unfolding that are very interesting to an observer such as myself, stay tuned. Oh, and if you are an American I suggest that you start doing some planning, I think that many of you are going to have to be getting used to a very basic lifestyle and will be happy to just have a roof over your head and some food to eat. I remind myself to be thankful for that all the time.

I see that Paris Hilton decided to go play, shop and party in Tokyo instead or her planned charity work in Rwanda. I wonder if that spoiled little rich brat will ever grow up. "I love Tokyo," Hilton said Tuesday. "The shopping is great." *rolls eyes* I pity any child that she ever becomes a mother of. I’m thankful that I live next door to a woman that is not like Paris Hilton as she is such a sweet lady.

Anyway, after my sweetie pie gets here in a few months we will decide what parts of that experience we do or do not want to share with you.

Paul F….. I do not believe that you are a misanthrope, a woman hater, shoot, you are married to a woman. I think that you must hold women in high regard. But we do live in America where so many women give us so many reasons not to like how they are because they are not responsible mother types and want to consume us into the poorhouse. I know many women like that. Fortunately I also know some very fine women (not available to me as they have mates) and they give me hope that women like that will always be around.

As for governments, they do not treat and care for us like their children that they are responsible for. Like good moms and dads would. Ours did in days past, but it doesn’t anymore. They operate on their own self-interests, and are often really controlled by the money managers/mongers anyway, it’s all just a lot of smoke screens. In this county they want to keep you stupid about a lot of things as it makes it easier to use you that way. They do that with their unique psychology that they are very good at.

Now be a good little boy and go to work so that you can help make a very rich person even richer. If your Russian wife has become a needy wanting American consumer (and I don’t know what she is like) I feel for you.

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

A Mommy Government

What this world needs is a "Mommy Government". Not all these stupid political governments we have. I think the world should be ruled by mothers. Well, good mothers, I've known many women that should never have been mothers. Just saying.

THANK YOU FOR THE DANCE - GODDESS

As we slowly danced around the room we caressingly removed each others clothes and we danced nude for a while as one. As we danced by the closet I selected a sexy dress and slipped it over her head and we danced some more as I teased her body and nipples through the light fabric, at times slipping my hands under it.

Then removing it, and as we faced each other looking into each others eyes I oiled her nipples and teased them as she oiled and caressed my (her) penis. Then one hand slipped down the side of her body and caressed it some before going to her vagina, caressing it with the lubricant flowing from her and wetting my finger.

We go to the bed and still looking into each others eyes I slide into her as we lose ourselves in spiritual, kinetic, and cosmic sex and love, going to the light.

Again, thank you for the dance honey, Goddess. Hugs, and all my love. BBC

Recess

I’m very busy, almost overwhelmed with things to do in fact. I haven’t posted serious things that I wrote over a year ago, but they can wait, this blog has to take a recess while I take care of other things.

A few reasons why:
A: A friend died on Saturday and I’ve been asked to officiate at her service and memorial and I have a number of planing meetings with family for the next few days.

B: I’m doing a lot of email exchanges with my new sweetie-pie and that keeps me pretty damn busy. Hey, she’s a lot more interesting than you jokers. LOL

C: I have a lot of other things that also have to be taken care of.

For almost two years I’ve done a lot of complaining about women on this blog. To be feeling positive about one is a real turn around.

Life is a series of memories……try to make them all happy. At least keep the happy ones and leave the others behind you. As I keep saying, always be looking ahead.

Every human being has the God-given inalienable right to be downright totally and utterly Stupid every now and then. However a problem arises when you get two people together who want to exercise that same right at the same time.

When you become truly free you will no longer be concerned by what others think, nor will you have the need to imitate anyone. You will be original. One of a kind, that’s me, blazing new trails.

Spirit will be back, just like stink on shit. Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Love is like a butterfly

Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

I feel it when you're with me
It happens when you kiss me
That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside
Your touch is soft and gentle
Your kiss is warm and tender
Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies

Love is like a butterfly
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Your laughter brings me sunshine
Everyday is spring time
And I am only happy when you are by my side
How precious is this love we share
How very precious, sweet and rare
Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies

Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Dolly Parton

So, it seems that this blog has taken yet another unexpected path on it’s many journeys.
Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

GOOD MORNING BEAUTIFUL GODDESS

Friendship dinner day

I’m cooking the Friendship dinner this afternoon, for a hundred people. If you’re new here you can read a bit about them at.
A dinner
Another dinner

Good morning goddess, how are you this fine day honey? :-)…. She knows who I’m talking to.

My goddess is coming for a visit, maybe, after christmas, we shall see.

Scientists need to get some souls and stop making better weapons to kill people with.

I enjoy my thoroughly politically incorrect approach to everything. If others don’t, poo on them.

Time heals all wounds, if you allow it to.

Just give me something to hold on to, cuz this world is so freighting in ways.

Boy, thousands of years down the road of evolution and mankind is still fighting. Why? Will he not ever evolve?

The New York Daily News is read by people who aren't too sure who's running the country, and don't really care as long as they can get a seat on the train.

The New York Post is read by people who don't care who's running the country, as long as they do something really scandalous, preferably while intoxicated. Goddess says….Oh, look honey, there’s a couple of drunk monkeys having sex on a subway train, he, he, he. Damn that makes me hot, kiss my boobies honey.

The Miami Herald is read by people who are running another country but need the baseball scores.

I know a lady that is taller than I am, She has this little squirt of a boyfriend. I was reminded of people that have two dogs, a big and a small one. The small one is often thought of as an auxiliary back up one. She was over at hippies drinking a beer without him so I asked her, “Where is your back up auxiliary pet dick?” I thought that was a rather amusing question. Once I explained she thought it was kind of amusing also.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

My dash inside

Okay, the things on my dash isn’t like in most folks cars. If that makes me weird to them I can live with that. There are shells and stones I’ve picked on the beaches. Some small pieces of driftwood. One of the pins says “If you live your life with your head up your ass you will always experience the same old shit”.
One says, “NO BEER-NO WORK”. Another says, “My mother thinks I’m at the library”. I can’t find one that says, “Don’t tell mom I’m at the library, she thinks I’m at the whorehouse”. LOL (If you don't have a sense of humor, you probably don't have any sense at all.)

A Clallam County Parks volunteer name tag. A flower made by some children. Other pins from races I’ve been to. Things like that.

The two fake switches on the lower left say, “FRONT MACHINE GUN” and “SMOKE SCREEN”

A lawyer sent an overdue bill notice to a client who had fired him. A note was attached that stated: "This bill is one year old!" By return mail the lawyer got his bill back. To it was attached a card which read: "Happy Birthday!"

Q. Why don't the cheerleaders in San Francisco wear short skirts? A. Because when they sit down, their balls hang out.

What is a Kiss?
Prof. of Computer Science:
A kiss is a few bits of love compiled into a byte.
Prof. of Algebra:
A kiss is two divided by nothing.
Prof. of Geometry:
A kiss is the shortest distance between two straight lines.
Prof. of Physics:
A kiss is the contraction of mouth due to the expansion of the heart.
Prof. of Zoology:
A kiss is the interchange of unisexual salivary bacteria.
Prof. of Physiology:
A kiss is the juxtaposition of two orbicular ors muscles in the state of contraction.
Prof. of Dentistry:
A kiss is infectious and antiseptic.
Prof. of Accountancy:
A kiss is a credit because it is profitable when returned.
Prof. of Economics:
A kiss is that thing for which the demand is higher than the supply.
Prof. of Philosophy:
A kiss is the persecution for the child, ecstasy for the youth and homage for the old.
Prof. of Engineering:
Uh, What? I’m not familiar with that term.

WASHINGTON - Iran is a major obstacle to the U.S. vision of a Middle East in which nations will "trade more, invest more, talk more and work more constructively to solve problems," Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice says.

There are people in high places in the U.S. that want to control the whole darn world in their own sneaky way. I think that the world should be very concerned about that. We are one, won’t mankind ever get that?

Goddess………Yes, they are a worry aren’t they honey. But at times those little monkeys are quite amusing. Look dear, there are two of them screwing on a senate couch, isn’t that cute? I wonder where his wife is. My, my, watching them makes me so hot, sex me honey. Get it up, get it in, get it on, but don’t mess up my hair-doooooo.

WASHINGTON - The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan could cost as much as $2.4 trillion through the next decade, the nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office said Wednesday.

Why do the stupid monkeys on this planet keep fighting each other? Don’t they ever stop to look at their DNA and see that they are all from the same source? That this is just one big family of mankind?

Being as they allow me the illusion that I help run this country by my votes I’m working on filling out my mail in ballot. I’m not all that pleased with any of my choices, it’s just big nuts that have worked their way to the top of the pile. So I’m writing in some names, including mine.

It sure isn’t looking good in California with all the fires. I can’t help but sense that if humans don’t wise up and get the populations under control and stop insisting that they crowd the coast lines and pave over the paradise that mother nature needs to make life on this planet work right that she is going to keep kicking their butts.

Gotta go, my cyber sweetie-pie and I are meeting at the hot springs to, um, scrub each others backs. *snicker*

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

On my dash?

Hey, if I’m weird, what does that make you? Can’t hardly see the flowers behind the guys, but I’m not going to take another picture. The backbone part hanging on the rear view mirror I picked up in Taos, New Mexico when I was trucking. Painted by a Native American, it’s more colorful on the other side.

Much of California is burning it seems, fires are nasty things, you can lose so much in them, and depressing to clean up. My mothers home burned up, I happened to be living with her at the time, and I tore it apart, recycled what I could, and the rest went to the landfill, not fun.

But it was another beautiful day here yesterday. I didn’t do much but the way I see it, the less I do, the less I harm mother earth. I did mow some of Helen’s lawn, hopefully the last time this year.

Cyber love with someone you dig, feel connected with, and gets you, is interesting. Lacking, but interesting. I want so much to see, hold her in person, to see if the mind and reality are parallel. Mutter, mutter.

I made a crock pot of five bean soup yesterday, will bake up some cornmeal muffins today. Remember, 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?

Scott Adams has become a money hungry babbling monkey trying to sell his books. I’ve bought two of his books, that is all the money he is going to get out of me. He has changed and I don’t like his path these days.

Anyway, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

My bumper stickers?

Yes, there is good news in the world. But the ugly and bad things in the world is what needs to be addressed and fixed in order for the world to be right.

My bumper sticker on the back of one of my pickup campers said “My child is an honor student at the state correctional center.” That got a lot of laughs. LOL…. I love to collect bumper stickers and quotes, I have hundreds of them.

A daft thought? If God wanted us to go to Mars why did she put it so far away? Crap, fix the problems on this planet first.

George S paid me for painting his house on Sunday. Well, I did give him a great price because I really like him so I saved him about a thousand dollars. Anyway, yesterday I bought a new heavy-duty deep cycle battery. I have this electric trolling motor that I love to pieces as it is so quite and moves a small boat through the water so peacefully. Soon I’m going to take my new little boat out for some time on the water. You can read about my newest boat
Here

This is an old joke but I always like seeing it again. A man bumps into a woman in a hotel lobby and as he does, his elbow goes into her breast. They are both quite startled. The man turns to her and says, "Ma'am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you'll forgive me." She replies, "If your penis is as hard as your elbow, I'm in room 221"

I stopped at beer church for one beer yesterday afternoon as I was going by, just to see what was going on and what interesting observation I might make and Ann was there. Sometimes she just quacks me up, quack, quack quack. A number of times she lifted up her blouse to show us her new bra. What a hoot she is sometimes.

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

3 Neanderthals at a concert

Okay, they are not really neanderthals, but they are not that far from it, I won’t get into a long explanation of why. They are okay guys, it made a good post subject though. That picture was taken by yours truly at a concert at the UU Fellowship on Saturday.

What indispensable quality defines a winner? A loser. So if you want to feel like a winner go hang out with some losers. LOL

George S stopped by yesterday afternoon, to give me a bag of organic brown rice, bless his little heart.

Got a new liquor store here, on my side of town, I like to think they built it just for me. LOL…. Maybe I should stop in and get me a jug of coffee liqueur, I like to make my own mocha’s at times.

George S, who has studied A LOT OF THINGS, agrees with me that American women have become as much as empire builders. And that they only stop to think about men and sex on occasion, when they want to, need a break from their empire building. I have to agree with him on that. Men are different in that respect, keep his dick happy and he will tackle anything.

Try to be more positive they tell me. Okay, how about this bumper sticker. “At least we are winning the war against the ecology”. Oh, wait, that is satirical also.

What was thought of as true yesterday will not be seen as true tomorrow. Especially when it involves all the nonsense in bibles. Just saying.

I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Camp Trailer Update

I’ve been slow at restoring the camp trailer that is to become my retreat after having sold my big boat. But I’m making a little progress on it. Long time readers know that I’m making it as warm and weather proof as I can because I will be using it in the winters. It’s hard to take a picture in a small space but I’ve gotten three quarters of it gutted out and re-framed and have installed the closed cell foam insulation on the walls and ceiling. Have started filling and leveling the seams and low spots. My choice of a 50/50 mixture of drywall powder and Fix-it-All seems to be a good one. It’s much stronger than just drywall mud, yet sandable, using a course grit sandpaper.

The four windows in the back where the table and seating will be are just sitting in the holes, my next step is to properly seal and install them. The window partly in view on the right of the picture is a two by five foot slider that will be over cooking area. That’s a lot of windows but I want to be able to have a good view when I’m at the beaches, especially if it is storming. Nothing like a good storm to enjoy when you are as snug as a bug.

Then I will install the paneling on the ceiling and the material on the walls. I recall waiting out storms as a youth in Northern Idaho hunched under trees. Geez, I’ve become a pussy. LOL…. I’ll do the front quarter, where the bed will be, last

After attending the war protest yesterday I recalled that I had purchased a concert ticket the week before so I went to it. Just local talent, it was pretty enjoyable.

Success is getting where I am----- Alive.

I cut my own hair, just a habit from the days when I worked (and played) so much that I never had time to get to a barber.

One reason for my moving here was because of the mild winters, got tired of dealing with snow and freezing temps every winter the other places I had lived. I call this God's country, but she doesn't mind me living here, I visit her in the park and at the beaches all the time. I use the word ‘God’ figuratively of course, but I fully believe in a consciousness of spirit. Just not an omnipotent one, but one in evolution.

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Lets just goof off today

I can’t be serious all the time. It drags down the good mood here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse.

Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.

It rained most of the day yesterday, rain is good, it refreshes nature here. But I did get the clutch parts on George’s pickup during two periods of no rain. And read the Einstein book some. All I have planned for today is going to the war protest.

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC

What would change?

If this world had a great spiritual awakening?

It seems that Rick Ryan thinks this world isn’t broken, that nothing needs to be fixed. I think that I could find a heck of a lot of people that would disagree with him. He also said “Your ego fools you into believing you have the power to change the world.” I don’t think that my ego is fooling me at all. I don’t have the power of an omnipotent God or I would get the world fixed in short order. But I can try to fix the world with words, and I’m hardly stupid enough to think that it will happen over night, or even over the course of some years, that isn’t how things work on this planet. I’m a gardener, I plant seeds (words) and wait for them to germinate. It takes some catalyst to do that and that simply hasn’t happened yet. It will take a great awakening to do that. But I worry that it will happen too late.

I got to wondering what would change if I stop blogging, showing all that is in my mind. Anything? Everything?

If there is going to be a Goddess awaking and evolution on this planet to save it, and I approve of that, I wish they would start getting organized and building a power base. I have to generalize of course, but I don’t see a lot of American women joining it, so many of the ones I know are just self-centered empire builders. Some people talk about my big ego, just wait until they start bumping into the ego of Goddess.

The lady I worked for the other day is a real sweetie-pie. Likes to give and get hugs, I like women like her. Her husband was a very good man, he died a few years ago. I didn’t know him very well, we had just started working together when he died. Good man, I had a lot of respect for him, a retired Coast Guard Captain. The last thing he ever said to me was something like “I really enjoy working with you, Bill, I’ll work with you anytime. You see what needs to be done and take over and get it done.” Ah, I’m just reminiscing here, I wrote about him and his large funeral in an old post.

The dream that brought me here shows a future where people are disconnected from each other emotionally and spiritually. I would like to see that dream not come true. This is such a touchy feely planet, that is what makes it so special.

We think that we govern ourselves, ha, ha, ha. We are so delusional.

One of the men at the retreat with me is very unhappy with me. Says that I’m full of crap. Says that I didn’t listen to him. That’s odd, I thought that he was there to listen to me. I did listen to him, I just discounted much of what he said. He thinks that if he fixes himself that the world will be fixed. Really? Well fuck me running, I wish he would hurry up and fix himself so that the larger world suddenly becomes more peaceful. He isn’t even comfortable getting a hug from another man, he could start there because the other man there is okay with hugs when we part. Besides, the other man makes more sense to me when we are talking. Don’t take me wrong, they are both good men with very fine minds. It’s just that one doesn’t get offended when I tell him that he is a fucking idiot. LOL…. He is intelligent enough to know that.

I have problems with this intelligent design nonsense. Would an intelligent entity have designed us to stick piss sticks into piss holes for sex? Not to mention making us obsess all the time about doing it. What is with that? And what is intelligent about a design that has to wipe its butt with paper? As far as I know we are the only species that has to do that. Intelligent design my butt. Creation is a frigging idiot, the only thing we got out of it was bigger brains and opposing thumbs that we fuck everything up with.

Man texting while driving hits train…. EUGENE, Ore. - When Robert Gillespie looked up from his text message, he saw a freight train. EOM. ("End of message," that is, for non-texters.) Eugene police say Gillespie's car crashed into the side of the Union Pacific freight train about 2 a.m. Tuesday…. I swear, I’m surrounded by idiots. The human gene pool just keeps getting dumber.

LONDON (AFP) - Regular swearing at work can help boost team spirit among staff, allowing them to express better their feelings as well as develop social relationships, according to a study by researchers…. Ah, they have my fucking approval. It seems that cussing is pretty much second nature in France, I’m in the wrong country.

SAN DIEGO - A prostitute whom prosecutors say a defense contractor provided to former Rep. Randy "Duke" Cunningham testified Wednesday that the congressman fed her grapes as she sat naked in a hot tub before they headed to a bedroom at a Hawaiian resort….. He, he, he. Ya gotta love our system of government and capitalism. Get it up, get it in, get it on, but don’t mess up her hairdo. LOL

I have it made. I have a roof over my head, food in my gut, money in my pocket. Why do I get so cranky? It’s the larger world that is a part of me, that I am a part of. Other parts of me don’t have what I have, and other parts of me have too much. It’s all so out of balance. It needs to be fixed.

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC