How to have a popular blog

Talk about sex, toss in some humor.

But I started this blog for other reasons. That hasn’t been effective so I’m wondering what direction I should take it, or if I should just stop doing it.

I take a walk most days, yesterday I walked to the north end of Gales street where it swings west on the bluff overlooking the sound. It’s not a great shot, but I did at least get one of an Eagle in a tree. Click on it to make it bigger.

Argh !!! My dental appointment got changed, to February 14th. Valentines day, oh well, I hate dentists. I don’t hate them, I just hate them working on my mouth, I hate the shots and will be happy when another needle is never stuck in my mouth. I can take a lot of pain, but I hate needles in my mouth. It doesn’t last long, but I still hate it. They don’t even offer a boob or butt cheek to hold on to during the shot, what is with that?

Not that I would want to hold the boob of my current dental assistant. She is cute, friendly and blonde, I like her, but come on, she is skinny and if she has boobs I’m not interested in them. Skinny women without much for boobs don’t do a thing for me, I like women with some meat on them. Oh well, in her favor I won’t be reaching for her ass, at least she has that going for her. LOL

If I do any weddings that day it will have to be in the afternoon and evening. I don’t advertise that I do them, it’s just word of mouth, maybe I should advertise, they are fun to do and pay well, not that I charge that much.

Anyway, sorry ladies, but it will be a while longer before I’ll be gumming any nipples. If however you would like a rain check let me know. *snickers*

A forty-year-old hillbilly carried a younger hillbilly into the doctor's office, deposited him on the examining table, and said, "See if you can patch him up doc. I shot up his rear end like it was a tail on a possum. Don't hurt him none, 'cause he's my son-in-law."

The doctor said, "Why would you shoot your son-in-law?"

The hillbilly said, "He warn't my son-in-law when I shot him."

If you love something, set it free. If it just sits in your living room, messes up your stuff, eats your food, uses your telephone, takes your money, and doesn't appear to realize that you had set it free, you either married it or gave birth to it.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

A happy day

A few folks have posted pictures of benches they like to sit on at times. This bench is on the North Olympic hiking trail, a miles walk from the Morse Creek parking lot. I sat on it a few days ago as I pondered on things. It faces the Puget Sound (it’s on the beaches edge) and Victoria and the islands if one should wish to ponder on what is over there. On a clear day you also have a nice view of Mt. Baker.

It would be a lovely bench to share with someone, maybe fondle some boobs a little out in nature. I’m such a dreamer. The last time I sat on it with a woman was with the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society, she is pretty much afraid of men and a close relationship unless she feels that she is in complete control every minute, can’t just relax.

And she darn sure doesn’t talk openly like some of the women on this blog, I think she has issues with sex. Oh well. Says that she feels safe around me, no reason why she shouldn’t, I may let my feelings be known but I don’t force myself on a woman. As far as I’m concerned my telling her that I would like to kiss her breasts was a compliment and shouldn’t spook her. It’s not like I have said that to very many women.

It’s a happy day, I’m having three teeth pulled today, I love having my teeth yanked out, it’s better than Christmas. My teeth hate me, I hate my teeth. I’ve fought with those damn teeth all my life and started losing them when I was a kid.

Finely got rid of all the uppers about a year and a half ago and got a denture, that I seldom wear. I only have nine lower ones left, six after this morning, and they need work. Six right in the front, I’m going to try to get the dentist to pull them also, that would make me so happy.

My argument will be “Doc, give me a break and take them out, I heard that women like to have their nipples gummed”. Wish me luck.

Life may not have given you what you want, but I hope that you are learning to like what you have. Nothing I own is fancy, but I love all of it anyway.
Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

A LOVELY POEM

The following poem was written by a woman and sent to me in an email. I won’t say who because doing so would be breaking my word to her that I won’t reveal who she is. But I think it’s a lovely poem so I’m posting it so that others may enjoy it. Do you think it is a lovely poem? I have a copy of it on my wall.

Fuck me hard
Fuck me fast
Suck my tits
Squeeze my arse.

Fuck me softly
Fuck me slow
Fuck wherever our brain
and soul may go.

Fuck me deep
Fuck me long
Till we see the light
and hear the song.

By the sea
On the shore
over the table
and on the floor.

In the shower
On the hay
Look in our eyes
what do they say?

Dance with me
brush our hair
For in this cosmos
we have no cares.

And if anyone is tempted to call her a pervert, screw you, you don’t know her. The spiritual are just as horny as anyone else. They just have trouble finding each other, and like anyone else, problems agreeing on other things. And you may be more spiritual than you think, keep working on it.

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Missing boobs

It’s been three years since I kissed any boobs, I really enjoyed kissing those boobs, and I kissed them a lot, they liked being kissed, even though they were attached to a spoiled Catholic brat, so that didn’t last very long.

In general I’m happy not having a woman, I compare the available ones to the wonderful and wise old Helen and they just don’t stack up. I guess they don’t make many good country women like Helen anymore.

But I sure do miss not having boobs handy to kiss. People spend too much time trying to have more things and being achievers instead of just enjoying each other.

I made another good breakfast pizza yesterday, Helen loves my cooking, or she’s a damn good liar, but she is always telling me how much she appreciates me and the things I do for her. One thing is sure, she knows how to talk to a man. I would make a good househusband if I had a working mate. I don’t mind doing laundry and things like that.

Would prefer a non-working mate though, we could spend more time at the beaches and in the mountains. But I’ve not found one that gets my spiritual path and is just basic country. Well, Helen gets it all, we are different in some ways but in some ways we are very alike, it’s why we get along so well together. But she is 85, not mate material for me. Just a dear friend that I help take care of.

I do note that one lady came very close, but she is too busy being self-centered and trying to teach the world something that she thinks she is an expert at. In time she’ll figure out (maybe) that she is wrong about some things, but whatever. And Terri gets me but as she said, she is busy and happy with her monkey. Whatever, the beaches and mountains call and are enjoyable alone also.

There are an infinite number of monkeys with an infinite number of word processors and they are all calling themselves religious experts. What they are doing is adding more monkey shit to the ruts of history behind us. Even yesterday is now history, but it’s all screwing up tomorrow.

A law of the planet, not just of humans, “Be good or we will kill you”.

The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Little home on the hill

I married the kids mother in Seattle and we lived there for a few years until I decided to get out of the big city. It was okay there, I had a good job and was resilient but my heart and soul has always been in small places and the country life. We ended up in Colville, I was still in my twenty’s and the kids were still young, Tera started the first grade there.

I was the service manager at the Ford dealership, Laurel didn’t work, took care of the kids and home. One day a real-estate salesman came in and told me that a home was available that he thought he could get us into. I wanted a home, I think that everyone should own their own home. But I didn’t think that we could afford to get into one. He assured me that we could get into it with very little down, so I agreed that we would go look at it.

It wasn’t a large home, two bedrooms, small kitchen, decent size living room, decent size front porch that was covered. Three quarter basement. A good starter home some would say, and we was able to buy it, drove used cars, had used furniture, but we had our own home. Of course in those days homes were cheaper and beginners could afford to get into one. It cost less than eight thousand dollars.

The best part is that it was on the hill, on the last street in town. Being an early riser I would make coffee and spend an hour or two reading (this was before computers came along to waste our lives) in front of the picture window, at times looking out over ‘my town’.

Then I would take a coffee in to the wife to wake her up, hoping of course for some morning nooky because that always puts a man in a good frame of mind for tackling the world. She didn’t think much of sex but it didn’t stop me from trying. Even on Sunday mornings before she would drag me off to church until I got pissed off at them and refused to go anymore. They should have never asked me to be on the board of trustees, I never did believe in their god or like churches anyway and after seeing what a bunch of thieves they really are my church days were over. I got tired of them insulting my intelligence.

About the time the kids hit their teens she decided that she wanted a bigger nicer place in town and came home one day and told me about it. I didn’t even know that she was looking for another place, but few women are happy with what they have and are always wanting more, but I agreed to go look at it, we both had decent jobs by then.

It was bigger, and nicer, and had a fair sized garage, and the seventeen grand they were asking for it was fair. So we sold the little home for eleven grand and bought it. But I wasn’t as happy with that home as I was with the little home on the hill. And when I got tired of trying to keep her happy and moved on I let her keep it. She died in that house a few years after I left, as good as place for an unhappy woman to die. She was always unhappy about stupid little things, me, the kids, and it got old.

Anyway, I loved that little home on the hill, I miss it, I hope that it is doing well.

Hey, there is no plot, no plan, no script. Evolution doesn’t require them and the old ones keep getting in our way of progress. Own a bible? Any kind of bible of any religion? It is my humble opinion that you burn it. The only certain thing is that what is ahead of us is the only thing that matters because everything behind us is just monkey shit in the ruts of time and space.

I figure that the folks that visit this blog are peaceful and harmless even if they are sort of bat shit crazy and troubled by the larger world. It’s those insane fools and the greedy out there that are causing all the problems. Take notice of the header in that comic.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Plot?

First, I’ve added Enemy Of The Republic to my links. I love that name, I don’t think much of the Republic myself. she should change the name of her blog to that. She still has questions but she comes here for the answers. LOL

I would give her a thinking woman’s award but I don’t want it going to her head. (more lol). I’m thinking of removing the Gods Are Bored link, she keeps harping to honor all religions, I can’t do that, I’m a pagan in that respect and think they are all stupid. When are people going to get it in their thick heads that fringe elements of religions are always rising up and causing problems on this planet? Given enough time even a Mormon fringe element will spring up someday.

But right now it’s the Christians like Bush, and the Muslims that are the biggest worry. And the fool Taliban.

Many on this planet think that their lives were preplanned, some part of some Gods plan, which God they mean I don’t konw. Pretty fucking badly put together plan if you ask me.

So what is the plot? What is this? A fucking rehearsal before the opening performance? What a stupid fucking play, shoot the writer, on any given day I would be happy with getting off the stage.

I have my own plot, to save the world I must take over the world, kick its ass, make it get in shape and be good, I figure the best way to that is for everyone to get drunk and get laid. My back up plot is to get laid, or whichever comes first. Can’t even manage that because I only get along with women like Helen. Ah what the hell, after seven or eight years of no sex you would think I would be used to it.

I went to the Eagles for a while last evening to listen to some good country music and watch the couples do vertical foreplay before going home to the horizontal stuff. When I think about it I still think it is weird that we stick pee sticks inside of pee holes. You call that an intelligent design? I think someone has a weird frigging sense of humor if that is so. I have to admit though that it sure does feel good.

And of course I enjoyed some spirits, the omnipresent spirit loves some spirits. It goes well with that pee stick, pee hole stuff. It’s been helping people get laid for thousands of years. LOL

Talked to Steve and Cheryl for a bit, I hitched them up about five years ago, fun Irish couple, that was a fun wedding to perform, and then we went and had a fun party. Talked to Gary and Lynn for a bit, her chemo treatments are going well and she is doing well. She seems to have grown up at last, isn’t always pissing away their money on scratch tickets hoping to get rich and seems happy with just what they have.

Danced once with Lorrie, a nice lady, basic country girl that is retired from the forest service, I enjoy talking to her, I know that she is smart because she always agrees with what I say. :-)

Helen is like a mother with a teenager, she likes to go to bed when it gets dark, this time of year about five-thirty. But when I go out for the evening she stays up until I come back home so that she can be assured that I got back safe and sound. She just sits there in the dark and when I pull into the shared driveway by the time I get the gate closed she has turned the light on so I go over to say good night and give her a hug.

I never had a mother like Helen, my mother couldn’t wait for me to get out of the house, and when I turned 18 I was more than happy to leave. The only good years of my childhood was when I lived with my grandparents, they were poor, but that didn’t bother me, we had things rich people don’t have.

The sad reality about America’s historical amnesia – if not outright hostility toward the hard truths of history – will mean that few, if any, lessons will be learned from the eight years of George W. Bush. That, in turn, will leave open the likelihood that the same mistakes will be repeated again.

Politics - main attraction – distraction. You don’t fool me for a minute, I know that deep inside that you don’t want to be ruled by politics. That you want to be the supreme ruler of the world. What I don’t know is if you would suck at it. And I have an uneasy gut feeling that Mr. Bush and crew have some kind of a devious plan to try to take over this country, if not the world. I am so screwed, but then, so are you.

Music, gotta love music. How can I kiss the lips in the evening that chewed on my ass all day long? How about Tim’s version. How can I kiss the lips in the evening that sucked on my best friends dick all day long? LOL

I’ll never smoke weed with Willie again, hey friends, let’s all go down to Texas. LOL
Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Happy to live the way I do

I posted about ecology on my other blog yesterday, no humor in it but if your interested ecology you might be interested in reading it.

I don’t care if some folks think I’m poor, others have no idea how much money I do or don’t have. I love my basic little place and how I live. I live the way I choose to live, it’s easy on the planet. It beats the heck out of the fancy way I used to live and always busting my butt trying to keep up with it all trying to make women happy because they are always wanting more and never happy with what they have.

Anyone that has read this blog for very long knows that if you don’t agree with me …..You are wrong, shut up, you, you, whores. LOL

Mike Huckabee learned how to be a politician in church. *rolls eyes*
I learned I was with a bunch of thieves, and they were the leaders. Oh, wait, just like politicians, never mind.

Huckabee, 51, grew up in Hope at a time when Arkansans planned their year around the fall and spring religious revivals and summer meant Vacation Bible School…… My kids went to church camp and learned risque jokes and songs, and my daughter popped her cherry there at fifteen. Her mother would have had a fit if she had known. I was just amused when I learned of it.

Wife thought that daughter should be a virgin when she got married, I’m more realistic than that. Hell, wife wasn’t even a virgin when she got married, I’d been banging her for six months before we got married. She wasn’t even a virgin before that, she already had one rug rat. Wife had some shorted wiring, as far as I’m concerned all Christians do.

I went over to Helen’s yesterday to pack some firewood in for her and she says, “Honey, isn’t there a bucket of chips in the woodshed that can burned”. I said, “Yes.” She said, “Why haven’t you brought them in then?” I said, “Because the fucking boss hasn’t told me to.”

She goes into the giggles and starts talking about fucking. Helen is such a hoot. We’ve known each other for almost ten years now, we know how to work our way though disagreements until she agrees with me. LOL…. Best damn female friend I’ve ever had. Also the best neighbor I’ve ever had.

If you’re not part of the omnipresent spirit you’re part of the bullshit.

The Jimmy Hoffman band is playing at the Eagles tonight, I should go listen to some good music for a while.

That is all, carry on.
Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Bitching about my unhappiness since 1943

We can’t change this country and get it back on track unless we change our government and political system. How can we do that? Got me.

I think that even non-smokers should pack a lighter on this planet of chaos and unknowns. I pack extras when I hike to the hot springs. I don’t know but what something may happen and I may have to spend the night in the mountains, if it gets cold at night I’ll want a fire. I also pack a hunting knife and piece of sidewalk chalk. Well, I take a whole backpack of things, it’s stupid not to.

Another good reason for packing a lighter is in case you want to hot seat the Mother In Law. *snickers*
I prefer refillable butane lighters that don’t have a flint in it, but one of those sparkly do-dads. A piezoelectric crystal. Bought a new one recently and the sparkly do-dad stopped working already. Discovered that if I smack it against something it will work again, don’t know why, it just does. So because it is convenient I smack it against my skull, others find it entertaining, it’s not hard to entertain the monkeys. LOL

Remember that if you can, if your lighter stops working just when you need it the most, smack it, maybe it will work again.

And I know women that need to be smacked once in a while to get them working right again, but I avoid that kind of women. My wife, defect #3 in that family, was like that. Sometimes a man has to put his foot down because they really do know more than women do at times, women too often let the nine year old in them run them. Every woman like that that I know has been alone for years, maybe men are getting smarter, to bad the women don’t get it. I don’t allow my dicks needs do my thinking for me anymore.

Speaking of my wife’s family, that whole family tree needs to die off and stop adding to the gene pool.

Many Native Americans were killed under the American flag, that makes me wonder why they so often embrace it. Other than the fact that they are forced to. I wonder, did the natives have flags of their own before the terrorists came?

I have money left over (and no woman that wants to spend it) and got my retirement check yesterday. In that respect life is good. I’m about as ready for a recession as I can get.

A woman once said that a man is like a deck of playing cards... You need a Heart to love him, A Diamond to marry him, A Club to smash his fucking head in and a Spade to bury him. And by then he is glad to get away from the bitch.

If you believe in creation as espoused in the Bible, then Adam and Eve's children would actually have had to have sex with one another for the earth to have become populated. This is surely proof positive that ALABAMA was at one time the Garden of Eden.

Looking for a good investment? Victoria 's Secret and Smith &Wesson will merge under the new name: TittyTittyBangBang

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

Same old crap

And you can't fix it with your involvement in politics. The political monkeys like their game, they just allow you to think you are a part of it.

Oh well, it's laundry day here at Polly's Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse. If I can't change the world I can at least change my underwear.

*ring - ring*

Hello.

(Mumble, mumble.)

Hey wifey – telephone.

Who is it, honey?

I don’t know, someone that wants to talk to the resident cocksucker.

Stop complaining? Bullshit

If I stopped complaining I wouldn’t be happy, humans just love to bitch.

I’ve never posted them, have no need to, but some of my posts have been pretty funny and others have given me humor awards. And some have been very serious, and others have given me thinking man awards. But no one has ever given me a bat shit crazy or pissed off award, I just might post such an award.

To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.

Illegal aliens have always been a problem in the United States. Just ask any Indian.

The Bible (I’m told) tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people.

Don't sweat the past so much, it's the one thing you'll never be able to change.

My bad attitude is proof that I’m thinking clearly.

For every function, there is an equal and opposite malfunction.

I see that the price of gas went down a bit, I suppose they are dropping it to try to kick start the economy. Those greedy bastards will have to do a lot better than that.

A complex system that does not work is invariably found to have evolved from a simpler system that worked well. That is where our political system has gone, to hell.

The number one cause of humans problems is the humans solutions.

Good looking women are not necessarily better with money than homely women, in fact they are often worse at handling it. And never seem to be happy with what they have.

Show me someone that is crazy and knows it and I'm okay with them. Show me someone that thinks they are not crazy I’ll show you someone that may be insane. Like the fucking leader of my country.

Had two boxes of bread mix. One Pumpkin and one Banana bread. Mixed them together and baked a cake, it turned out really good.

They are talking about building a bypass highway around this town. I think that is a great idea, if it hasn’t got any exits.

Want some rice? Remember this simple formula, double the amount of water to the amount of the rice. One half cup of rice (one serving), one cup of water. After it is done add butter, cinnamon, nutmeg, raisins, brown or white sugar, cream or milk or any other combinations you like. I’ve never tried cooking rice in a crock-pot, should try it someday. If you have, tell me about it, I do like to cook, and even wash the dishes when I’m done.

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Not much of a post

Bill Sommers, at Billy’s Scooter Blog likes my writing style, I’ve added the bastard to my links. I have a writing style? Crap, if I had a writing style this shit would make sense. Face it folks, we are just bits of cosmic sexual debris, all we are doing is screwing around, but it’s less polluting than driving around and doing other planet destroying things. And we may as well blog as long as we aren’t getting laid.

Keep the brakes adjusted, and all the rubber on the ground, road rash is a pain in the butt. Dicks up and tits out now. Carry on then.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Down boy – down I say

Stupid little dick, can’t you get your mind off of that? Being a man is a pain in the butt. We have to pack these women’s dicks around for them all our lives and they give us such a hard time that they don’t play with their dicks.

It’s Sunday, knock it off you little bastard, or I’ll take you to church, stick you in a Baptist. *snorts*

Ah hell, I’ll just drink beer until the little bastard falls to sleep.

Once you read it, you can't un-read it.
I think that I will make some spaghetti today.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

I guess I’m gifted – or lucky

I’ve just drifted through life not needing or wanting much. Yet I have accumulated a lot without really trying too. A lot of the things I’ve had over the years were great deals that I just stumbled into. Or things I got for just doing a little work for them, like my nice pickup. And a heck of a lot of things have just been given to me.

Dr. John says that his God loves me. Whatever, I don’t give a rats ass if it does or not. I’ve gotten along just fine for 64 years without him/it, and others need help a lot more than I do. He/it can go help them.

Billy Pilgrim, you can’t retire. The rich are worried about this recession thing, no they don’t care about you. They need you to keep working and spending so that they can maintain their lifestyle. I think a recession would be a great tool if used properly. If the working classes would just learn to get by with less and spend and travel less for a year or so it would really hurt the rich. They of course will try to tell you that you are hurting yourself. But it’s the only way to make them hurt, maybe they would start to see the light and stop being so greedy.

Any man over forty that hasn’t got a mate has discovered that the available women are a pain to deal with. Many of them think that men are too stupid to make good decisions. And most of them are too needy and always deep in debt and needing more money. Like many other men here I’ve taken to avoiding those women. And in my continuing efforts to tick them off I’m posting the following by TZ

Wisdom from TZ

You couldn't pay me enough money to be the supporting husband on Deal or No Deal. We were watching as a husband told his wife to take the deal when she was offered nearly $300,000. She ignored him and opened a case that got the offer knocked down to something like $230,000.

Again, he told her, "We can buy a house and you can get your pilot's license. Take the deal." Again, she listened to the other assholes with her and completely ignored her husband. She opened a case and the offer tanked. She did this repeatedly until the offer was twenty something thousand. At every juncture her husband told her to take the deal and she never listened until there were only two cases left.

I said to my wife and kids, "I would divorce her. No kidding. Do Not Pass Go and Do not Collect $200. Take your shoes, your blow dryer and get the hell out." My 12 year-old daughter laughed and said, "You're so mean!"

"I'm dead serious. If mama ignored me and listened to anybody else like that, she'd be gone. As a matter of fact, I think we should create a new show to play after this one. We could call it: 'D or No D' where the Ds stand for 'Divorce'. Let this be a lesson, if your husband is good enough to be married to, then he's good enough to help you make decisions. That's something I want you young bitches to remember."

Wisely,

These women of course like to blame men for everything, refusing to admit that they have problems and issues.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Two posts today

Another Bill.

A few days ago I discovered that a man I know here also has a blog, nice guy. I know him only in a working relationship as he works at the True Value store I have an account at. That’s where I bought my 16 LED lights at. He has become a scooter fan, along with some other fellows around here. I’ll have to get together with them some day and go for a ride with them.

I haven’t started my Honda 150 for a few months now, but spring is coming so there will be some good riding weather ahead. Actually it isn’t bad here now, it’s been a pretty mild winter so far. Anyway, check out the scooter tales at Bill Sommer’s scooting blog. Billy's Scooter Blog We’ve commented to each other on it.

Spotting his blog reminded me of when I was 18, my dad had a service station in Bountiful, Utah that I worked in. I got around on an old Cushman scooter. Back in those days (right or wrong) kids had a lot more freedoms in some ways than they do now, I went everywhere on that scooter on state highways and freeways, and it didn’t go very fast as I recall, maybe 40 miles an hour. A friend and I even took it on a weeks camping trip up in the Uintas.

We spent the last day and night of that trip at my grandmother’s home in Ogden. That was the first time I got drunk and threw up. LOL

Then I traded it in on a used three speed Lambretta, I don’t recall how fast it would go either, but it was a step up from the Chusman. Then dad sold the service station and we moved to Pasco, Washington. My brother and I rode that Lambretta from Pasco to Pinehurst, Idaho and back to visit friends there just before we joined the Navy. Every so often it would heat up and stop running and we had to wait for it to cool down some before going on again.

We spent the nights on the trip sleeping alongside the highway, never even had a blanket or sleeping bag with us, no helmets, not even a drivers license. Just two dumb kids with little money wandering around enjoying a free country. Yup, those really were the good old days.

A special kind of stupid

I moved here ten years ago, with a 1972 Ford pickup with an eleven foot camper on it. A cool 1978 Mercury Zephyr, an 18 foot boat, and all my tools and equipment. Gave the lady I was with a quick claim deed to the home and just left. Money wasn’t important to me.

I moved here with every intention of being a bum. Now I have this little empire, such as it is, but I’m happy with it. I have very few bills and get by just fine. And sometimes I’m reminded to be thankful that I don’t have a partner I’m trying to make happy and keeping me broke because she is always wanting more. I guess I’m a failure as a bum, gotta be a special kind of stupid to fail at being a bum. LOL

I made a breakfast pizza yesterday, made the crust from scratch, used whipping cream I was given in it, it was very good pizza. Helen claims that the split pea soup I made (gone now) was better than in the cafes so thumbs up for my sloppy and inventive ways of cooking.

I took Helen to a knee specialist yesterday, some days she can hardly get out of bed, I hope that he can help her some, we’ll see. If Helen wasn’t 85 years old and wore out we would make a great couple. She is the wisest, sweetest, most un-needy woman I know. Of course it helps that she thinks that I’m the smartest man she has ever met.

While she was at the doctors I went down to the city pier, there is a tower at the end of it and I took the picture from up there. The structure that I added a red line to is covered and there is a bandstand under it, they have music there every Wednesday evening in the summers. I used to take my 32 foot boat over and enjoy it, it was the only way I could enjoy a beer while enjoying the music.

I met and was talking to a young man up on the tower, he is from Alaska but is working here. Has a sort of hook on his left arm, cut off his hand with a saw in high school wood shop. Got a million dollar settlement, pissed it away in 18 months and says he is happier now without the money. I can understand that.

And Helen finely got a handicapped parking permit yesterday. Isn’t Yahoo Freecycle great? I’ve never asked for anything on it, but have spotted few things I could use and got them. And I’ve given a lot of things away on it. Like a VCR yesterday, I don’t need 5 VCR’s sitting around here.

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Mutterings

Discovered a check in my sun visor pocket yesterday that a lady gave me almost two months ago for ‘services rendered’, I had forgotten I put it there so I cashed it yesterday. I don’t need the money but I guess I can use it to pay a woman for ‘services rendered’. LOL

Gas, food spur inflation jump in 2007 I’m still ticked that I have to pay the state sales tax on beer, a basic food item.

In an effort to help Sen. Larry Craig, the American Civil Liberties Union is arguing that people who have sex in public bathrooms have an expectation of privacy. Yeah, I always figured that I was entitled to some privacy if whacking off in a public restroom. Actually, for the life of me, I don’t know why anyone would want to do that in such a place. I can understand a male and a female getting it on in one, never done it, but I can picture it. And be okay with it, if u’r horney for each other, u’r horney, so just get it on I guess. If I walk in on such a thing I’ll just be amused and take my leak and mind my business.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

AND THEN GOD SAID

Hey – Where did all the fucking light come from?

Okay, so no God made all the light, shit happened. But there is getting to be some pretty cool things around when it comes to lighting things up. How cool are skylights for example.

A few weeks back I was in a hardware store and bought this super cool 16 bulb LED light that was on sale for twenty bucks. It runs on three AA batteries, not sure for how long though. And I’m going to make a little generator that will run it with out batteries at all.

This is a great light to have around in case of a power outage, or for camping and such, or if they turn your power off because you can’t pay the bill. It has three powerful magnets in the base and will attach to the side of a fridge or stove and such. The base is heavy so it won’t tip over easily, and can be clamped many places. The long flexible arm allows you to direct it at anything. This is a great light to carry around in a car for night time emergencies.

I bought another one a few days ago, it pays to be prepared.

Dr. John says that my God is flawed, I know that, my God is a God in evolution. Jonn doesn’t believe in science even though it is medical science that is keeping him alive. So why doesn’t he drop that and pray to his God to save him? Hey, just asking.

Recession? Bring it on, recessions are good to me. I live as if there is always a recession so I’m always ready for one. And the rich are always looking to save some money and I have many skills so get by just fine.

Have a great day, hugs….. BBC

New Years Trip - Pic 7

On the edge of Brinnon the parks service provides a parking lot and path to the clam and oyster tidal flats. They are only about a quarter of a mile from the parking lot and it is an easy walk. That observation tower is located at about the half way point.

There are some information boards up there describing the area, it’s pretty interesting, should have taken my spotting scope with me but had left it in the hotel room that morning. It would be a great place for sex on a warm moonlit night. It’ll never happen to me, but I’ll bet others have done it and enjoyed themselves there.

Have a great day, hugs….. BBC

On any given day

That is a picture of our courthouse, built in 1914, restoration completed in 1999, I like old buildings. The new addition on the back is just blah compared to the front. It’s where the courthouse monkeys work, and some of them do important work there, trying to control the lawless monkeys that are always ending up in court and on probation, things like that, the jail is in the basement. A lot of them are a pain in the butt and should be taken to the county line and told to never come back.

On any given day at any given instant I want to love all of humanity, and for humanity to love me. And for everyone to treat each other right, the problem with that is that so many people are so self centered and needy and greedy.

So on any given day at any given instant I would also like to see about three-quarters of mankind dead, and I’m sure that there are many others that feel just as I do. And I’m sure others think the same about us.

But lets think about what I have to be thankful for. I'm am thankful for my free and clear property, my humble dwelling that keeps me warm in the winter. More food than I know what to do with. The beautiful area I live in. The wonderful old lady next door. The few super smart friends I have that understand me so well.

The beaches and mountains. Kahlua and beer. Oh, and the crock-pot of split pea soup I made yesterday.

Took the plastic bed liner out of the pickup yesterday, tired of it collecting so much rain. Put the canopy back on it, time to start getting ready for camping trips.

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Mikhail Gorbachev

Gorbachev is in ways a pretty smart man. At one point, Gorbachev canceled the national high-school history exams because "there was no point in testing their knowledge of lies." No kidding, all countries write history to their liking, especially America.

Gorbachev has also expressed pantheistic views, saying, in an interview with the magazine Resurgence, "Nature is my god."

I wish I had eyes in the back of my head, I could do a better job of cutting my hair.

Dr. John sent me more emails, thinks that I’m a fundamentalist just because I don’t agree with his Christian babble. I have never read his frigging bible so how could I be a fundamentalist? That book is only good for starting campfires with. So I think he is an idiot, millions of other people thinks he is also. His only supporters are the little brainwashed group that follow and support him.

If anything I’m Pantheistic, actually I’m not even that. Unless being so means that I think we are God in evolution. What I am is a cranky pissed off monkey because of how the world is. I got an interesting email from a lady Christian yesterday, hey, just because I’m a card carrying minister and to weddings and funeral services and things like that doesn’t mean I have a religion and am a Christian. Or a Muslim, or a Jew, or a Buddhist, or a Hindu, or any other stupid fucking thing like that. I’m above all that crap.

But I like to tell them how brainwashed and stupid they are, hey, a fellow like me has to have a little fun here…. BBC