Friday evening

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

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Just a quick lesson for you

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

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

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

A new computer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snitched

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

That shouldn’t be too hard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

During a few days off [Updated]

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, I can be a clown

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Sharing all that is in my mind*

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

I’m posting this because it’s funny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

It’s Thanksgiving in America

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New Canadian Friends

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Showing you all that is in my mind*

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Yesterday was Monday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Ever have this problem?

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

The real winners

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

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

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

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