Spotlight On Bucky

Call me picky, and/or what ever, but there are some things that you just don't share with others, and a tooth brush happens to be one oh them!

It's been over a week since I've last switched on my computer. All hell broke out at work on one of my days off when two of my techs got into it. We ended up loosing one who was very much a hot head, but because of that, people don't like they are having to walk on egg shells all of the time. We've also lost a couple of others right before everything went to hell. So that has put us short handed big time along with all of the supervisors taking vacations. Mine starts at the end of the month and I really need to get away from the seen. . .any ideas? With the work days being very long, that when I get off I'm really too tired and worn out to do much of any thing else.

I flipped on the computer today since I can't eat breakfast do to a stress test that I'll be taking later on in the day to make sure that I don't have any blood blocking. I hope that everything goes OK, because it's making me kind of nerves.

I know that many pick on the type of work that I do. I know that retail isn't one of them cubical jobs where you stare at the same box all day seeking in some text type to your friends as you make good cash. "I'll talk about usage on the cell phones while on the clock at a different date, it's something that really pisses me off when they know that they are supposed to be doing there job and not texting." It's a pain in the ass, but it's not always the same. I was watching a show called, How's it made and after seeing people work an assembly line I would be loosing my mind doing the same thing all day long five days a week. Then what about them real nasty jobs like working in a trash recycling factory? Wow, sorting trash and then I got to thinking what about all that personal mail that gets thrown away. I think that I'm going to get a shredder.

Yesterday I tried to pay my Lowes account on line which is something that I have been doing since I have gotten the account. When I was selecting the date, my browser was starting to act a little bit funny before it crashed. I tried to get back into the account and now I get a message that there is something wrong with the account, and that I have to re register it. I go to do that, and I get a message that it is an improper account. Today I'm going to give them a call because if the screw up my payment, I'm going to be royally fucked when it comes to my year of no in tress on my AC unit that I had to buy a few months back.

I know that the second that I start to write this, it will be time to hit the road, for a little trip to Fort Worth, but the way that the day keeps on getting later, it might just be too the Falls.

I haven't been posting much in the last couple of days. Been doing something new and not turning my computer on before I go to work, that way there is less of a chance of speeding down the highway and being late to work. Then I get off of work, I'm just too damn tired and sore to do anything.

The next three weeks are probably going to be six days of work, with long stretchy hours do to the shop manager going on vacation, followed by the support, then when they get back I start mine. The bad part was that I was supposed to go after the shop manager, but the support was put on a forced vacation because of her v date. She wanted to work it out with me, but I told her to take it because my plans got blown out of the water when it came to my summer vacation. Besides I really need the hours right now to get my pickup v built back up, along with some up and coming medical bills that will be hitting. I thought about getting a second job, but after thinking about it, busting my butt when I could make that amount with 1/3 the hours with over time, and that is using high numbers. Then again, I'm glad that I have some form of employment, because I hear that a lot of people art loosing theirs do to a suck v. It's going to be a hard down step for some after getting paid $30 an hour to turn a bolt. No one wants to step back down to a job that pays under $10 an hour.

Out here it's hard to find good help do to the oil field, people who can't past a drug test, and a back grown check. The other problem is that you have many who just don't want to work. There are many who won't work for under $10 an hour, so instead they just don't work at all and mooch off of others, or the welfare system. Then you got those who hire on, and when they find out that they have to put an effort to what they are doing, they end up quiting. It's like that all over the city that I work in. Lots of jobs to fill, but no one wants them. I've been offered the manager position at a few places in town. Yea it would be cool to run a place, but after doing the math, I would be making a lot less with twice the hours. Besides when your are the manager, you play baby sitter.

I decided to just be lazy this weekend. The big mistake was starting off breakfast in front of the boob-tube watching a movie that caught my attention. Then I did some research on the net, and went on playing some games. Went out side to check on the critters, watch a rain storm, then went for Crab-Legs. Today really hasn't started yet.

Been working on some new art, but nothing really has gotten out of the pencle stage. I really need to get some inking down, but with not feeling well the last couple of months, it's been kind of hard to get anything done along with all the stuff that has been happening at work.

Wii busted our butts and stressed out big time, the counting crew were fighting amount each other, but this year I think wii got a fair count. Yea wii came very close to srinking out but wii barely sqeeked by with .79. "I remember the days that a 2.0 was considered high shrink." Over the years that figured got tighter and tihter till the point that store manegers begun to pad on things like taking mark down dollars on things that walked out of the store so they would look good. "Heck we were told to lie about our bay times so our D.M. Could pass off with with a good maitrix. All that it did was to make us look bad till the point that it makes us look over staff with a skeleton crew. What ever the case is, I'm just glad that it's over for the year,

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I know that it has been a LONG while since I've last written to any of my blogs, so I will start off by showing you what I drew for my room-mate for his birthday.  It's called, Round-Up, and it almost ended up in the trash when I lost attention to what I was doing when he came in to let me know that he was going to be doing some sort of job some place.  Lucky for me, the artist whiteout managed to do it's job pretty well, but now I think that I might effect how it gets colored.

Why the long time of not writing anything?  Since after my little stay at the hospital, I decided that it was time for some changes with one of them not turning my computer on every single morning after I wake up.  I didn't mind doing that, but many times I found my self speeding down the highway to get to work on time.  Besides by not doing that I can drive around 55mph instead of 75 which makes a big difference on how many miles that I can get per mile and some times it has been about 6 miles more per gallon.

I also haven't been doing much chatting on the phone either.  Been having some cell phone problems.

Also we have been getting ready for invitory at work.  Even threw I haven't been putting in as many hours like I used to do, it's been a lot of hard work, and what is making it a killer of it all is my left foot.  My heal has been killing me every day that I get off of work, and on the same foot I have an in grown nail.  

One of these days, I would like to get me a new lap-top.  I have some projects in the future that I need to get working on, and one of them toys would help out great so I could do some work while on the road. I still have my old mac, but it just doesn't run the software that I need to do to get this project down before the centennial that we are going to be having out this way next fall.

Lots of grunts, farts, moaning and gowning coming from peoples rooms, pierced up people traveling up and down the halls with robes nearly exposing their tail side, computer monitors everywhere, and even some screaming/yelling was to be heard in the distance. Sounds like a weekend at a con, but it wasm't. It was more like an over night stay at a local hospital.

I've been having on and off chest pains along with my blood pressure going threw the roof. This Saturday they were real bad, and after talking to some friends, I figure that it was time I needed to pay a visit to the emergency room. I didn't go to the one in the city that I work in because I don't much care for it, so instead I went to one of the neighboring cities where I received much better treatment. One of the very first things that they asked me was if I smoked? I said, hell no, I have enough problems with out the cancer sticks. They did the usual stuff like an KJB, some chest X-rays, blood work along with some other stuff. They really couldn't find anything wrong with my heart other then a skip beat now and then. The Doctor on duty thought that it was best that I spent the night. So they booked me into a very expensive room, and I know that my insurance isn't going to be able to pay for it all, which means It's going to hurt in the pocket book some. The bed was very on conferable, and it was very hard to sleep. Lucky for me I didn't have to share the room with another person. I had a hard time sleeping and getting relax and it wasn't because of the real bad weather passing threw. The person in the room next to me kept on ringing the nurse every time that he/she needed to use the bed pan. One time it was so bad that the oder was traveling threw the wall, and I was feeling sorry for the person who had to clean the mess up after words. I finally got some rest after the nurse gave me something to help me sleep.

I talked to the doctor some, and the nurse said that I had bronchitis. I was like damn, how did I catch that, I don't smoke. She said that people catch lung cancer who don't smoke too. So they let me go about 1PM, and made me take the next two days off from work. They also said that I needed to see my Doctor ASAP. On Tuesday I waited for a phone call because the closest that I could get an appointment was the 11th. I finally got the call and after I talked to them and told them what I had. I received some news from one of the nurses saying that I might have a hyena hernia and that I need to get some test ran when I get a chance.

Yesterday, it was ruled out that I didn't have bronchitis, but just congested, but things are looking more towards the hyena hernia. They did say that one of the things that they needed to work on was my toe infection before it turned into wealder foot.

More Later.

One of the hardest things about my job is all of the "CROW" that you have to eat at times. Doing a lot of apologizing while in the back of your mind you are so wanting to say, quite trying to pull some fucking con job so you can get something for free. You just want to tell them to kiss the crack of your ass and get on. Other times, you just want to go flying over the counter and whoop the shit out of them.

Yesterday, a car pulled up, and it was one of those who where every time that we work on it, something always seems to go wrong so she gets something for free. One tech flat out said he wasn't going to touch it. In fact all of the work done on it was done by a supervisor, and I. We noted every little bit of flaws that we found. Well of coarse she had some supposed brand new plastic lug-nut covers that were cracked and weather beaten. Most likely she didn't buy the new ones that we paid for because she pulled the same shit before, or she put the old ones back on so she could try to get another new set. Two were actually missing. Well things went South when the tip of one broke off, and since I was the supervisor in charged guess who had to deliver the news. We she started off, and I so much wanted to say get your trailer trash white ass on out of her and don't come back. Instead, I called a member of management. She looked stung when I decided not to talk to her, and asked why I wasn't going to deal with it. I told her that I am, and the reason why I call a higher member of management, is because I didn't want to get started. Well she went off that every time that she brings her car to us, something always goes wrong. I so much almost slipped that how come out of all the cars that we do, we always have problems with yours, and if you hate our service so much, how come you always come back? The tech that didn't work on her car manage to say what I wanted to say. That's the hard part, you just have to learn how to eat crow.

Now Wal-Mart isn't the only place that has to deal with customers who are assholes and most of the times it usually the ones who have never worked with the public, and/or some form of retail. I've seen it happen at some of the more fancy stores, and most of the time it's over petty shit. One time I saw a guy at a know electronic store get into this employs face hitting him with paper. I was standing right next to him, and said to my friend just loud enough for him to her, if he did that to me, I'll be whooping his ass. He just turn and stared at me. I was like, I don't work here, do you want to addition for the sequel of fight club? The guy was a nimble headed pansy, with his bullshit Icelandic accent.

Where ever the case is, there are asshole customers everywhere, they just seem to gather the spotlight more then the good ones.

I work with a guy who often speaks before thinking. I don't know if it's because of age, religion, or the combo of the two that brings out the arrogance, but some times some of the things that cums splerting out of his mouth can be very offensive.

Yesterday we were working on the new tire modular and this dude just pops off out of know where that lesbian marriages should be made legal, and gay marriages illegal. The other dude question, what was the difference, and the other replied that gay is guys while the other isn't. I said I did get it, why would it be OK for two women, but not two men. I asked how come it's OK for two women to love each other but not to men? He said that it was natural for two women to love and play with each other besides it was fun to watch along with it being a turn on. With men, it's just unnatural, and nasty. The second guy told him that he had a very closed mind. I spoke up and slammed the arrogant guy by saying that it's because in his cult religion that they can have more then one wife and just can't wait to move to Eldorado, Texas, where he can have wives to obey his ever commands. Then at the end, I said what the hell, all marriages should be just banned because most don't last these days because people don't want to work out their problems after they say, "I DO." Maybe they should just get rid of, "till death to you part", and rewrite it, "Till you get board to you part."

A few minutes later, I over herd him talking about his new band that he started to some guy who went to school with him. He said that the name of his band was Project Genocide. I was like damn, that's very twisted. I asked him what type of music it was going to be, and he said heavy metal. I just laughed, how can you play that type of music when you can't even say "FUCK-YOU", because it's against your religion. Flower just said to him that he should just call his band the Holli-cost. I told him if I were to start a band, I would call it the Infidels. I personally think that the name, The Fringe Poodles would be a cool heavy metal band then Project Genocide.

I'm usually pretty open minded when it comes to most others believes and life styles, but this guy just gets on mine and other nerves at times. OK, he likes his religion a lot, and many who have different view points just don't what to hear it all of the time. So what, he might be this, but that doesn't make him more superior then any one else. What pissed me off big time was the way that he talked about shooting animals just for the hell of it, but because of his believes he can't say the nasty words, or drink and eat cretin things. I think that it's more of a case if he likes it, it's OK, but if he doesn't it's bad.

It doesn't look like much and should explain more once it is colored, but it's called, Latex Twister.  The idea came to me is you have a couple of characters that are made out of latex, they should be able to twist into some interesting shapes to reach the dots, like Balloon Pup twisting under his hind legs to reach the ones on the other side of the board.  It was a very hard drawing to draw along with inking it.

Some times it's very hard not to duplicate a drawing, while other times you look threw art arcives and the same person keeps on drawing the same thing over and over again.  The colors, and names of their characters might be different, but when looking at them, it's just the same thing again.  I was thinking instead of left to right, maybe trying something different like right to left.

Other news, I got a speeding ticket the other day in Graham's little speed trap.  I know that defensive driving says that there is not such things as speed traps, but this is a speed trap and when I usually go threw it, someone is usually pulled over.  Now why I call it a speed trap.  Well this road all the roads around it are 45, and what's a real kicker is that some of them are running threw residential areas.  This road that I got pulled over, there is nothing around it except for an old airport, a Dairy Queen, and one small business.  For the most part, there is nothing there except for it's one of the main streets going into Graham, which BTW is 45, while going ot it's 35.  I never heard of a street where it's two different speeds depending what way you are traveling.  Anyways, he said that I was going 55, but clocked me going 51.  What's bad is that I knew that when I was sitting there, that I was popped, and because I was yappen on the phone, I did pay attention to the speed sign.  To tell you the truth, I didn't know how fast that I was going except for that it didn't feel like it was no 55.  Which means, I now have another bill to pay.

One thing about working retail, is that there are those who always tries to get something for nothing. Working for the biggest one, people try to do it more then usual.

My day was going pretty good yesterday till another department manager said that dude called her and was mumbling on the phone, she asked he to slow down, and he replied that doesn't anyone speaks english in this place. Well he was trying to get a hold of me, so when I got on the phone with him, he went to saying that he has called several times and people were just rude to him, and then he went on to say that we lost his battery. Then he said that he was on the other line with home office and do I want to talk to them. I knew that something was right there, because why would you be on home office at the same time complaining about something. I asked all my people if they knew about any phone calls or a lost battery, and none of them said no.

The donkey-hole went on explaining his story, while down talking me as if I were some retard, that he bought a new battery because he thought that his other one was going bad. The next morning he got into his car and tried to start it up and realized that there were other problems, so he drove it to the Cadillac dealership to get it worked on. He then claims that he went back to my area to get his old one back, but no one seemed to know what had happened to it. He claimed that we were supposed to have been charging it for him. When I asked him if he had a receipt he went off on me and said that I didn't listen to a word that he said. I told him that him that I wasn't going to put up with his yelling, and that I heard ever word that he said. Then he claimed that the guy who checked him out didn't put the receipt in the little side pouch. I told him that we haven't used that side pouch in over a year because we went to the dot system. Then he asked if I was a salary member of management, and I said no, but that I run this area. He refused to listen to anything else that I had to say. He said to whom ever was on the other phone that I was rude and disrespectful, and when he told whom ever he was talking to that I hung up on him, I said that I was still there, and he slammed the phone on me. I told the store manager on what had happened so that we would all be on the same page.

I'll write more about it later, out of time.

I've heard it said that it takes 21 days to make or brake a habit, and I know one of the biggest ones that I have to get rid of is my after work distress drive. It's nice to drive threw the country, but with the way that gas prices keep on going up, it's making it hard to really do anything these days.

It would be OK if it was only the gas going up, but we all know that it takes fuel to get the things that we need. So that means every thing keeps on going up, but them price hikes are probably not effecting Mr. Tillerson on what he eats or buys. He's just the new greedy guy whom replace that former head asshole of Exxon, Raymond, and people say it's because of the war that prices keep on going up and there's not enough fuel?

The bad thing is that it's going to get ugly out there be for things start to get better.

I think that I can write something with in the next ten.

It's been a couple of days since I've taken my one med that keeps me from driving across the county to whoop some ass. Actually I did get them refilled, but I missed placed them at work. I don't know if I threw them away with my lunch trash or what. Aways today I woke of feeling great, and the way that I used to feel when I got all horny. Meaning when I was taking that med, I rather was wanting grass, instead of ass.

I will admit, that med that I was taking did calm me down, but it also did other things. I gained almost a sack of feed, I was feeling sluggish most of the time, creativity went flying out the window, it took a lot of work to get something up, and others started noticing that I just wasn't my usual self. They always wanted to know if something was wrong because I was was being very distant.

Why I was taking the med, well my doctor said that I was having panic attacks. What I need is to loose the feed sack and get back into good health again.

Not that I'm wishing this on any one, but I got the idea from a rummier that I heard floating around town in the city that I worded in. What the hell, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy'll. It turned out to be nothing more then smoke in the win, but it was still fun to draw.  The Piece was actually drawn about a month ago, it's called, Foreclosed.  Just think if one burns their bridges in to many places, where would they go?

This was originally going to be my easter design, but I wasn't all to happy with the way it came out. I got the idea from seeing others to portray themselves like this. You have to wonder if they really expect to get anywhere in life looking like this? I guess if you work out of your house, you can. To me, it's just trick or treat.  The piece is called, A Bright Future.  To bad many don't realized what you might do now can haunt you many years in the future.

This weekend was great, I had a visitor from out of town and I learned many things about trees that I didn't know about before.  I also realized that none of the trees that I planted that had Cedar Elm listed on the label was that type of tree.  Instead, they are Wing, and American Elms.  A little bit miffed about it but I'm not going to rip them out of the grown because of it.

On the way to work I usually listen to the Kid Kradic show in the the morning. The other day the were talking about stalkers and restraining orders. They were talking about this one guy who left his wife in Spain to stalk some celebrity who live in the Los Angelos area. I was like damn, this dude needs to get a life. Then again, celebrities get stalkers all of the time along with the restraining orders in hopes to keep them off their tail. "I say in hopes, because a restraining order is just a piece of paper that the court hands out. It's not some magical force field that goes around whom ever it is that is being harassed.

I kind of got pissed because when I tried to get a restraining order against the dude who has been stalking me, I was told that one could only put up restraining orders against another only if they are family members, and/or if you were once married to them. I was like, how come you here celebrities getting them all of the time, how come the common person can't. Is it because we just got a bunch of local lazy law, does it take money, or do you have to be someone special? What ever the case, really don't need a restraining order any more, because there are other ways to deal with the problem if the stalking starts up again. Besides it's kind of fun doing stress release drawings about the one, but still, some things seem to be a little it one sided at times.

Weather if I make this journal friends only, he'll still see this post, I just haven't figure out what name he's using, nor does it bother me that much.

It's probably going to be a long week at work, which is good because I need the over time to fix my account back up. Not working next weekend and I don't care if they are badly short handed. I have some company that is going to be visiting.

Next week, it's going to be a little bit on the quite side, but I'll manage.

Damn, out of time already.

A long time ago, I was taught that you never get your meat where you make your bread, because it could lead to all sorts of problems.

Yesterday it was a real relaxed day for a Monday. Most of the stuff was done, and the traffic was kind of on the slow side. So that met there was a lot of standing around happening from booth sides of the door. I personally wasn't all with it. I think I have a touch of a spring cold, and and things on the home front have been making it hard to focus. Personally I've thought about calling in, but there were too many things that needed to be done. I left in a so-so mood, but a phone call that I received on the way home just made things get real shitty. I was like what the hell, how can one complain about one of my people when theirs been screwing around must as much. I said that it was bullshit, and thought to my self how am I supposed to disaplin someone if others are letting theirs get away with the same thing. So I went to bed in a bad mood, and of coarse I didn't sleep much, and woke up still in the same bad mood.

Now this is where things get really shitty, the one supervisor is dating another supervisor, and what makes it worst is that this other supervisor's son works in the shop. The other problem is that they are now all living on the same property. So that means that what should stay at work isn't staying at work. I was taught that it was a bad idea to get too friendly with people that you are in charge off because it could show favoritism.

I really haven't been in the mood to write anything, and I'm behind the ball on getting my new images scanned in and posted. Hope to have some new images posted this week.

Just celebrated my 15 year anniversary of working for Wal-Mart, and there are many stories that I could tell, both good and bad. People asked how I did it, and at times it was very hard place to work for. Several times I've wanted to quite, but I kept with it. It's funny to hear current workers who haven't been working there for long gripe and complain how bad of a store that it is to work for. I just laugh and say that it's nothing compared to how things were a few years back, and I'm not talking about when Sam was alive because he had already passed on. Yea things are not the greatest at times, but look at the other choices around town to work for. I'm one who would loose my mind to the same thing day in and day out on an assembly line. The oil field may pay great, but when do you really have any time for your self?

Spring is here, and the yard is coming back to life. That also means I might have to get a bank note so I can get some gas for the lawn mowers.

Oh, I talked to my older brother for the first time in years for a couple of hours on the phone. At first I wasn't sure if he was going to hang up on my because he didn't know who he was, but was had a good laugh.

My sister is pissed off at my parents because they aren't going to be able to make it to her 3rd. wedding. The second one was a big flop, and with the gas prices the way they are, it would cost them about $5000 to make the trip. Besides they rather go to a hockey game. Now my parents said that if I ever got married, they would be there in a hart-beat.

What's worst is that I bought it used a month ago.

They always say that our votes count, but what's the point if some delegate or super delegate is going to decide the best outcome on who they feel should be next in the white house?

On the news today, they were talking about some Millionaire who got killed. I looked at it, who really gives a fuck. Regular people get killed all of the time, and just because someone might have made some big cash, many think that they are worthy of the extra attention. I guess we are just too much driven on what happens to celebrities, or those who makes the big cash.

I was going to post a drawing that I have been working on for the pasted week after I heard a rummier floating around the area. I busted laughing thinking that it couldn't of happen to a nicer person, and what a great drawing that it would make to rub it in some because all of the shit he has pulled threw out the years. Then I got to thinking that if I completed it, and posted it, wouldn't it just lower my self down to his level? After all, it's about someone who might have just lost his house do to for closer, but what makes it worst he really burned his bridges at all ends and has no one to blame except for himself. I also remember that several years ago that he wasn't too sympathetic to another who lost theirs but bragging that he could get work anywhere and hold down two $45 an hour jobs at the same time. Remember I said that was several years ago, the only way that he can get work now is threw relatives who feel sorry for him, and even that is slowly falling apart.

The other rummier is that his slave/body guard jumped ship after he lost his job because another didn't know when to stay away. Maybe he'll learn a lesson not to be running off at the head about about things that he thinks might be happening at this house hold when he related to a number like this, 882-620-010.

The question of the day, do I finish the drawing, or do I just trash it?

OK, it's been a long time since I've done one of these, but can someone please give me a refresher coarse on how to do an LJ cut. Thanks:)

I don't know if this is a dumb question or not. Just because one can read an ohm reader, and knows a few things about electronics, does that qualify them as an electronic engineer? My dad spent many years at a university to get a BS, and MS in that field yet some guy who has never stepped foot on a college campus is now claiming to be one. That's like saying just because I raise some exotic deer, that makes me a wildlife biologist. I know some about the breed that I raise, but I'm by far a wildlife biologist.

Hey there, here's a piece that I did of Zim, and Dixie when they visited a couple of weekends ago.  It's called, Lover's Get Away.

I hate this time change thing, and who was the numb nuts that thought it should be moved up?  They should just call it Tee-Off Time.

This is going to be a quick one about what the weather has been doing lately.

Sunday, when part of the company that was visiting, it was in the 80s. That evening when I was spending some time by my self in the middle of Nowhere's-ville watch an interesting cloud form. About 11PM I was woken up by some thunder, heavy rains, and high wins. So I got up and closed the kitchen window. About an hour later, was woken up again by what sounded like a rumble of a 18 wheelers going by along with the house making noises I've never heard before. Didn't hear any tornado serons so I fell back to sleep. The next day I learned that there were tornadoes in that bad storm.

Monday after noon, we had some snow and sleet. Tuesday, and Wednesday it was nice again. Thursday, the sky dropped about 3 to 6 inches of snow, but because of the grown being so warm it melted very fast.

Friday. I don't know yet. Maybe a Title Wave.

From all that has been going on this week, I'm still in a very good mood:)

I went to work in a real good mood, but all that came to a halt when I learned someone that I knew locally passed away just a couple a days ago. I wasn't a big friend of the person, but at the same time, I thought that others treated him like shit because he was a Pegain instead of a good Christian Borg. In fact he even lost his job because of it, but what makes feel a little bit better was the one whom fired him lost his job from crap he was pulling. "This so called good Christian had many that I worked with that he was such a wonderful person, but what got him into trouble was having sex for god." What really disturbed me was how young that he was. 25 is pretty young for brain cancer.

I'm 42, but I don't feel that age. Was it not having the responsibility of having my own kids that makes me feel younger. Yes it has crossed my mind many times what it would be like to have a family and to be called dad, and/or gramps. Yet I like my freedom. Many who claim to be happily married wish that they were in my shoes. I look at it why, and the say because I have the freedom. Yea I do have that feeling, but many times I feel very lonely.

I few years back, someone who I was very close to told me that they would change them self into a male just to make me happy. I looked at them and told them that something would have been lost especially if they didn't want to be a guy, just like if the shoe were to be on the other foot. I guess who you are is what makes you special. I just happen to be one who per furs gay or bi guys who share the same in tress that I do.

Hunter has summon the rains again, we could be living in the middle of Death Vallie and all it takes is a few bags of cement in the back of the pickup, and then next thing you know, some one about is ringing the bell to build and ark.

Damn, it rain and the win blew all nice since 10pm. This house made creaking noises that I never heard before. The power went out a few times, and I hate to go out side to see what type of damage that the storms has caused last night.

The weekend went pretty well, Dixie and her mate were out vacationing, I cooked up some of my special flap-jacks for breakfast, and then a big brisket.

Made a trade of some art that I have drawn in the past for Guitar Hero III for the PS3, and damn that thing his hard, and painful on the hands. What's bad, I was only playing the easy level. I best stick with rocks, paper and scissors demon II.

Other then being tired, it was a pretty good weekend.

The actual idea came to me several years ago, and I actually drew it.  The problem is that I don't remember where the original drawing went off too.  I know it's probably somewhere in my studio.  The piece is called, Snuff The Redneck Dragon.

I wonder how many are going to find all the different little redneck things in the picture?

The other day when I got to work, one who is usually all cranky was all happy, bouncing off the walls, and being nice. I was like damn, and I hesitated to ask, but she was just being way to friendly. So I popped the question, "You get some last night?" Her face turned beat red then after a few she said, "No, I got a lot." I just died laughing and so did she. I told her that it must be nice that someone is getting some.

I got to thinking about the whole thing, and many times when people get some, man or woman, they are usually in a way better mood the next morning. It reminded me of the time that I used to work for one manager when you knew that he didn't any that night. He used to come in steaming mad, and and usually acted like a total dick. On the nights that he got it, he was usually real cool to be around.

Now another thing that puts a person into a real bad mood is when a partner, male or female makes these huge steamy plans, they talk about all the things that they are going to do, they have it in their mind, Yea, I'm going to get some, and then that person backs out at the last second. It puts one in a way fucking bad mood because all them plans that were made was just shot out the window. It's like self satisfaction, or playing with a toy doesn't even sound appealing. So instead you have a cranky as person walking around in circles for the next couple of days, and if they are your boss, it could make things into a living hell.

Now I don't know about women, but guys have another things that puts them into a real bad mood. The other day, Flower came to work, and he was in a real shitty mood. One of the worst that I've seen in a long time. I asked, what happened, get none last night, and he said that he just didn't want to be fucked with. Later on he told me that he missed breakfast and that was why he was all cranked out. I got to thinking, yea when a guy misses breakfast especially after ht planned on having one, it does put a guy into a real bad mood and I remember there were many times where I've missed breakfast, and yes I was in real bad mood that day but I usually chilled out around lunch time.

Well Monday is right around the corner, lots to do. I most likely be going to work in a cranky mood, but at least I will have my Jimmy Dean Sausage and muffins while I drive to work.

To start off, I would like to thank the one who did the wonderful donation of keeping this account paid for another year. That was a wonderful jester. I’ll also like to thank those threw out the years who help a flakey buck who’s not the brightest bulb in the box at times. I will admit that I have many faults, and issues, but then again if one did have them, they would be human.

I know that this an old issue, but it’s been about one year now since a couple not too far from here has showered me some love letters, and tried to get me fired from work. Why am I bring this up. . .again? Well after learning some interesting news today at work, I figured what the hell.

Now the city that I work in is not nearly as small as the one horse town that I live it. The population is about 8000, but that is small enough that everyone will know ones business especially if they are drawing attentions to themselves. In other words if you don’t want people to be talking about or poking fun of you, don’t do and/or talk about things that would make you the talk of the town especially something that is way so weird and off beat. Like I tried to tell a few, that not everyone needs to know his or her business. There are times where one should just keep that stuff to them.

Well anyways I wasn’t too said to learn that one lost their job at the local HMHR. From what I heard, that they thought that he should more be one of their clients instead of an associate. I was also told that his Gay lover was hanging around way too much in worries that someone else was trying to steal him away. I died laughing at that one. I bet there was a lot fighting at the house that night. Hell I would be pissed if I had a lover hanging around so much at my job that it was affecting my productivity. What cracked me up more then any thing else, is that the one who was doing the hanging around hates gays and claims that both of them are lesbians, yet everyone in town think that they are a gay couple. If they both have their Willy Wonkas, and Oopa-Loompas wouldn’t that make them gay instead of lesbians?

Well I look at it this way that even threw I had nothing to do with it, paybacks are hell. Even thought things are very harsh at times when it comes to my household and I, things are great compare to what is happening to them. Like my roomy always says, would you really want to wake up everyday being one of them two? HELL NO!!! I look at it this way, even thought they are ingenerate imbesile, it’s not too bright burning bridges at all ends.