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26
Jun
24

coming out

Not out of the closet morons, the hospital. Hopefully today. I talked with the doctors about 6:30 AM and they explained the surgery went well. It was done by robots as most of our healthcare staff are now nonhumans. I’m very happy to be awake and recovering right now. The road is still a bit long, but at least I see the end if I continue to work hard at getting there. I’m no stranger to hard work in life and anyone that believes the path should be easy is either an idiot or has been/is being raised by them.

I was at the mall two days ago and took a picture with this shirt to send a gay friend of mine. It made me laugh. I also took some medicine that came in a power (not cocaine unfortunately) my nurse gave me this morning. I’ll explain the point hold on…. I took one sip and said to the nurse “AAuuuggg, is this tap water????

She replied “yes”

I said “Great now I’m gay.”

She had no idea what I was talking about, but I laughed my ass off. Life isn’t about crying about the situation you find yourself in, it is about finding reasons to laugh REGARDLESS of the situation you are in. I showed her the picture and we both laughed together. She loves me now. I have to remind myself of this simple fact every day. I’m not much different from you. The only difference is, I take the time to remind myself to make someone else smile as often as possible. Give a compliment, I like those shoes, you smell nice, that is a great shirt….. Be genuine though. A fake compliment is shit.

Do this and you will see your life change. I would bet it will change quite quickly. People will smile when they see you walking up, walking in, rolling in, or rolling in. Makes no difference how you show up as long as it is you showing up.

Short and sweet today. Just like how I like my women. Or how my women like me…….

FknBucky

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25
Jun
24

Going In

Hello my friends. I have been so busy trying to keep my life in order it has been difficult to find time to write on here. We have been recording podcasts the last week and I remind you I’ve only been out two weeks from my near death experience hospital time. My stupid arm is still numb and the shoulder hurts when I use it. Funny thing about being paralyzed. If one of my arms doesn’t work, I simply roll in circles which is an issue for me.

So in about two hours I will be arriving at the hospital to have my left kidney taken out. We’ve been together for 45 years. Longest relationship I’ve ever had, but like a few of my other ex’s that bitch has been trying to kill me. I’ve said in the past “It is time to cut the drama from my life”, but this is the first time it is literally happening. I’ve had surgeries before, but I’m truthful on here. I’m a little scared. This is the first time a major organ is being taken out. They tried to take my left nut about 15 years ago, but like the rest of me (minus this stupid wimp left kidney) it was too strong to quit and came back. My balls are awesome.

I gotta get dressed for this. I love you all. Thank you for all your support and well wishes. Looking forward to writing again soon. Please go to YouTube and watch the podcasts. Episode 24 is so funny. I love it.

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Take care of each other and let go of petty BS. Life is too short to carry anger around. Show love and forgiveness and you will have a happy experience on this beautiful planet. Travel. Enjoy. Smile. Talk to people that are different from you with an open mind.

FknBucky

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14
Jun
24

NO OFFENSE

Okay no women jokes today. Just keeping it clean for all 729 genders today because FknBucky doesn’t want to offend anyone. No making fun of your race, face, the space you take, or any other things that would be an ace. No jokes abut who you sleep with. No jokes about myself, my family, my friends, or anyone else that will laugh cause I’m funny.

FknBucky

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FOR REAL PART: Worst blog ever. Stop being so damn uptight. Laughing at ourselves is what GOD and BIG BANG THEORY intended. Pick one thing in your life TODAY that is bothering you and laugh at it. Tell a friend about it and then laugh. You will feel a freedom that truly will change your life.

P.S. More of the hospital story coming tomorrow. Been a busy week. I gotta work as writing don’t pay my friends!!

02
Jun
24

No More Air for FknBucky

Let’s face it you are all a bunch of sick puppies that want to know the details of FknBucky almost dying. You will get them because I promised to always be honest on here. It has been a very dark road and one I wish I could have avoided, but I will make jokes cause that is what I do. If I was about to be shot in the head, I would ask the shooter to promise to tell the hospital that I did NOT die of Covid. It is just who I am. Marry a funny man if you want to have a fun life. I’m taking apps (women only), bunch of savages….

FYI, My hand and arm are still numb and won’t work correctly. My strength is about 40%. Prayers and respect to all Quads. If you know a Quad or see one, give them an hug and say how amazing their strength is. Some of the strongest people on Earth. As my hand comes back I’ll be able to type and blogs will come faster.

On to dying. I was at home for days stuck in bed feeling sick. I couldn’t get up to take Annie outside or feed her. I could not get up to use the restroom properly and my home became a complete mess. It was overwhelming in so many ways and very disheartening to a person like me that demands the best from myself. To no longer have the strength to live with the independence I cherish came very close to crushing my spirit in the ultimate way. It hurt so much inside. I don’t care about pissing on myself as it happens when people get older and when a person is a paraplegic. The disheartening and soul crushing part was not being able to clean up myself.

My Mom (Carol – Thank You so much) came out to help after I admitted I was in a bad way. My breathing was horrid. I’ve been doing it for 45 years, but for some reason I could not get air. I had to sit cross legged with my head down to breathe. Imagine having to stay in one spot/position to get air. It sucked. Life was happening around me, with people coming and going, the lawn being mowed, packages coming, and I was a statue taking small breaths to simply stay alive. After a week, I called an ambulance. Have I ever mentioned how stubborn I am??

In the ER they found my kidney to be infected again. WOW. I could have told them that. I go thru the motions and get checked into room 7911. Small room. First time in my life I had…. Who knows. I started that sentence earlier and can’t remember what the heck I was planning to say. Oh now I do. Oxygen. First time they put the oxygen on me. It was weird. Didn’t get me high though like they say in fight club. Stupid hospital oxygen. I spent days in that room stuck in bed. No moving just fighting to breathe all day and night. Ma spent the night because it was so rough. My eyes were yellow, body beaten down, very little humor or smiles from me, just pain, hurt, and worry.

Day 4 or 5 I was up again. No sleep in the hospital. NONE. Remember my spasms were going crazy the entire time. They always wanted to lay me flat on my back , irritate the kidney, and make my legs & stomach go insane. My stomach spasms are so strong I can’t breathe when they go. It becomes a clamp on my lungs that makes taking a breath impossible. Think about how scary that would be. Sitting there minding your own business and WHAM you can’t bring air into your body with no idea when it will stop. Now imagine it happens a hundred plus times a day/night.

The clock was 6 AM. The nurse and doctor were talking about discharging me that day. My Mom and I insisted that would not be good for me. I told Mom that I would die if they sent me home as I could feel a lot was wrong still. Everything they were doing was not improving my situation. I couldn’t breathe and my spasms were still going crazy. Remember I had been struggling to breathe for weeks, but now it was real. I was gasping and using all the tiny bit of strength I had to get the smallest amounts of air. It is a crazy feeling to try so hard bring air in and get nothing over and over and over and over…. I was getting legit scared. I have a lot I want to do yet in life. I don’t want to die, not like this…. A fast car on a mountain road, spontaneous combustion, a crazy ex-girlfriend and a kid that ain’t mine, or my favorite going out with a smile at a decently old age after giving away every penny I have to those less fortunate than I am.

The more I struggled the more people came into my tiny room to watch me die. The door was a huge wooden one that the nurse and doctor kept shutting very hard which loud noises make my spasms go off making it double hard to breathe again. Once the doctor came in yelling at me and Mama bear yelled “Hey watch your TONE!!!” My Mom sat back and told me to trust the doctors, but when it goes too far this Farm Mama will stab you with a pitch fork.

Breath so bad it deserves 3 pictures.

The big time doctor came in. He had scrubs on and was a, well male, so you know he was in charge.. Oooo that will get some all stirred up. RELAX. Women are super important. Who else would hold stuff while the doctor works???? He was right up in my grill and clearly ate dog poo for breakfast. Worst breath ever. I was dying. He kept telling me to breathe but I was trying to blow his shit breath away. Take air in, no way, not smelling like that. Here comes death. All the money and time to train a doctor they can’t have one day to learn how to pop an ALTOID before getting in the face of a dying person. Heck, you have a woman right there ready to hold them for you. Ha.

If you mad at a couple men/women jokes this blog is going hurt long term. Take a breathe. Smile. See how easy that is. I couldn’t do it the other day. Don’t get upset at stupid words. If you do, you’ll never have a happy day. On to my death.

I had to see my Mom’s face as I going out. No one should ever have to see that. My Mom’s sad/crushed face while smelling shit breath from a doctor telling me to breathe like I somehow forgot in the last 6 seconds. Pretty much the worst way to go. I couldn’t speak anymore. Not sure if I would have said if I could have. Maybe “Goodbye Ma or Someone got a tic tac for dog shit breath doctor here??” It is a toss up. Then I ran out of gas. Completely. I stopped breathing. I had not one more gasp in me. I just stopped.

FknBucky

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27
May
24

meet FKNBucky

I am ALIVE!!! This is true.

I am blessed. This is also true.

More truth for you. I have been in the hospital since April 30thish, 2024…… I went down for the big count. Around May 5th I ran out of air. I was no longer able to breathe. I was told for days by hospital staff that I was simply having a panic attacks. I do a lot of things. I curse to much. I call stupid lazy people stupid and lazy to their face. I love my family/friends. I make very inappropriate jokes/comments. I laugh at racist jokes. Mostly after I say them.

What I don’t do is panic. Ever.

I’ve had a bad kidney for over 6 years. I’ve had some other health issues for a lot longer. I’ve been trying to get these problems identified and handled and have tried for a very long time. Why don’t I tell you??? Cause you got your own BS to handle. I mean that in a positive light. I never planned for this to blow up so big and become such a hard thing to deal with. I had no strength, energy, and it sucked. I had no phone calls, emails, and couldn’t take of Annie. Some of the hardest and darkest days off my life. No doubt.

Slight side note, but relevant:

I am comfortable with violence. I think a punch in the mouth is needed sometimes. Given and received depending on what time you started day drinking. Day drinking with a side of violence. I love Wisconsin so much…. And IA, and NY, and AL, GA, NC, SC, KY, NJ, and a former CO resident named Nate from NJ, Dave Dean, and many others . When I fell out/died at the hospital for almost 3 days last week they forgot to move my left arm. Now it is numb and don’t work. Being a quad is HARD. I have so much more respect for those who face that challenge everyday.

It is Slllllloooooooowwwwly coming back. I feel like I should be able to punch the person responsible in their face without jail time. My left arm/hand is dominant although I am ambidextrous, but both arms are equal when attempting to push a wheelchair in a straight line. My logic is I should get to dot Billy’s “move the arm guy” eye so he sees fuzzy out his left eye while I’m stuck rolling in circles….. What if Billy is a girl Bucky??? Duh. I do the right thing and use gender neutral violence obviously throwing the headbutt. I’m not stupid. I am funny however and you love my genuine ass.

Now that I can use a phone again I have a lot of blogs to write. You will enjoy them. I’m sorry many of you had no idea how sick I was. I couldn’t type and it happened fast. PLEASE follow this blog and the podcast. Future info will come thru here and the podcast. I have a large family and SSOOO many amazing friends from all over the world. You are the reason I never stop fighting for my life or my right to say messed up things to make people laugh. This experience will be shared fully and I’m hoping to write blogs daily, but I also have a ton of therapy and life to catch up on.

I love you all. Truly. My family. My friends. My colleague’s who are both. Without you all there is no Allen, no nBucky, no FknBucky, no fight, no stories, and I owe all of you my life. Thank you.

FknBucky

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26
Apr
24

My Friend named Grandma

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Just boarded another airplane for another flight home.  I’ve done this dozens actually hundreds of times before, but today is different.  I’m flying home to say goodbye to one of my dearest friends.  I’m so thankful for the time I was able to spend with her and will remember all the wonderful conversations we had over the last 20 years.  For those of you that know me personally you know I have friends all over the world and I’ve been blessed to have so many of them.  This friend was all alone in her category simply because of her name.  Grandma.

I have always been close to my Dads father.  I was named after him and that was a small club to be in.  I probably don’t deserve his name as he was one of the greatest men I’ve ever known.  When he was 80 yrs old I watched him carry a large metal tub filled with corn down to the hog barn to feed the chickens.  Ha.  Just kidding.  There are pigs in the hog barn you fools!! When I would visit my Grandparents, Grandpa and I would sit at the table having tea and thoseamazing chocolate chip cookies only Grandma could make, while G-ma waited on us.  Naturally most of the conversation was between us men.  It was just the way it was.  I mean we all know the golden rule.  Women have to be quiet while the men are talking.

My Grandpa passed away 17 years ago and while back visiting Grandma she mentioned she is awake until 2-3 am most nights.  I started volunteering at the children’s hospital in San Diego around this time.  Every Tuesday night I would open and run a playroom for the kids to get out of their rooms and have some fun.   My drive home was 30-40m min and almost always after 9 PM.  I like to talk to people when I’m driving, but 9 PM is a little late to call friends to just say “hey”. One night I thought Grandma is awake, I’ll call her.  I called, she was up, and we had a great talk.  As time went on, week after week, I would continue to call G-ma on my drive home. She looked forward to it and so did I.  Something happened during those calls.  My Grandma became my friend.

She told me so many stories. How she first knew my Grandfather was the man she would marry.  He was at her place to help do some sort of work and as he left the house with the others, my grandma handed him a pair of gloves and their hands touched.  Not a quick touch, but long enough to gaze into each others eyes and decide I’m going to marry this person.  Simpler times.  A hand lingering just long enough to relay the message, but not too long to be creepy. 

She told me about her wedding day.  They were going to “honeymoon” in Waterloo planning to eat a fine dinner and then going to see a movie.  For reasons not discussed the young married couple were running late and had to smash a couple burgers quickly so they could still make the movie on time.  The best part was the happiness in her voice as she relived these memories with me.  I felt and still feel honored she shared these stories with me.  I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to know her so well. 

Grandma had so many pictures and was a rock within the family.  Doing all she could to keep the family together having family reunions and always encouraging everyone to let go of the anger, be open to kindness, and forgive when necessary.  It seems fitting that our whole family will be brought together one more time by Anna Pearl.  I can envision her and Grandpa (together again!) looking down at us all with smiles knowing they did their best for their family and I’m not alone when I say THANK YOU to both of them. 

Just part of Grandmas super army. Love you forever Grandma.

I will say this.  MAKE the time to talk with people you love.  None of us are that busy we can’t put forth the effort.  Well so and so never calls me, why should I reach out to them???  Why shouldn’t you??  Whatever happened let it go.  It isn’t worth dragging that anger anchor around with you.  Don’t you want to be free of this pissed off attitude that sucks up all your energy so you can stay mad???

I loved my Grandmother without question.  She was a remarkable woman.  All that came natural.  I’m happiest though knowing I took the time to make my amazing G-ma my best friend while I had the opportunity.  She taught me so many lessons that I will use the rest of my life.  Many times people will say I didn’t know what I had until it was gone.  I have learned very hard lessons that way, but this one time I got ahead of the game.  I made sure to appreciate my friend everyday. 

The world lost a bright shining light of a human, but heaven gained an angel that will forever be looking down at our families. 

That is what I wrote on the flight out.  I’m currently on the flight back to Charlotte. At the visitation I went by, but purposely didn’t look into the casket directly.  I used a bit of side eye, then closed my eyes, and said a private prayer between Anna Pearl and myself.  I didn’t want the vision of her in my head overwhelming all the happy mental pics I’ve taken of her during my life. 

My family is far from perfect.  My Grandma wasn’t perfect.  I am so far from Perphekt that I have to spell it wrong.  I might name one of my kids that actually….  Truth is like all families there is some drama and blah blah.  I don’t involve myself in that.  Some people need conflict and thrive on it.  I’m not one of those.  I prefer if something has your panties all wadded up, say something, get it off your chest, and then move on. 

The celebration of life was awesome.  Many of my family members made the trip home and we got to visit, laugh, and enjoy the moment.  Anna Pearl got us all together one last time.

We are all going to miss her, but I’ve promised myself to replay the great times in my head and share the advice, family history, and the wisdom my dear friend Grandma passed to me.

I love you Grandma and Grandpa.  So happy you are together again.  I promise to do my best to encourage everyone to drop the anchors and be happy again.  At this stage of the game no body is changing.  Just accept your family members for who they are and simply love them unconditionally.

Thank you,

FknBucky

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28
Mar
24

Small Battles

Booom. My life is hectic. I feel constantly busy, but I rarely think I get anything done. I am my own worst critic and that will never change. I spend a portion of each day doing for others that will never show up as “done” on my list, but it makes me feel good to make others smile. I share about 10% of what I actually do and I promise you will never know everything I do for others. Mainly because it isn’t your business, but you should know if hard times finds you, I will be one of the first to offer help. Sometimes that help is simply being a person to talk to. I have an ability to listen. I read the language of actions. I understand by mannerisms when someone wants advice or a different opinion compared to when someone just wants to let it out. Sometimes the best thing you can say is absolutely nothing.

I talk to all kinds of people everyday. I forget peoples names a lot because I talk to everyone. A fat funny guy in a wheelchair named Bucky is not an easy guy to forget. It is the cross I bear. I’m simply to awesome. I’m also very good looking and truth be told I am possibly the funniest human alive. Takes a lot of energy to be the coolest eff’ing person on the planet everyday, but somehow I get it done. Okay now that I’ve told my limit of lies for the day, let’s get to some truth. A couple I know recently had their first baby. I was very very excited for them, but something happened. I didn’t see them for a couple months and when I did it was clear something very bad happened. My heart broke.

I have seen them a few times and I still haven’t asked what happened. I never will. Someday they might tell me or they might not. Doesn’t matter. I still talk with them and after the first moment when I said “Something really bad happened, didn’t it??” They shook their heads yes and I instantly gave them both hugs and said “I love you”. That is it. When I see them now I talk about the weather, funny stories, and other stuff to help give their minds a break. They don’t need more people to look at them with pity and say “aaawwww I’m sorry”. I have an ability to make people feel good when they don’t. God gave me a gift and I do my very best to use it often.

You have to win small battles. Everyone deals with depression at some point in life. Bad shit happens to everyone. Every gender, race, income level, sexual preference, and whatever other labels you put on people. I make an effort to simply think of everyone as human and stop putting them into small categories. You should try it, but that is another blog.

What is a small battle Bucky?? Great question voice in my head. Yes I talk to myself and answer questions myself asks me. Here is a couple examples from my life. After I was paralyzed, life was hard. Physically it was harder to accomplish tasks and the mental battle I fought constantly was brutal. I could not flip a switch and be instant happy all day. I had to find little things to smile about everyday as stepping stones to get back to being my normal joyful self. These things just happened organically and were never forced. The song “Sanitarium” by Metallica was something my very close friends in high school loved and the beginning when the song goes bing ping we would always be like “EFF YEAH!!!!!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=luvv21ewfuk

I was rolling back to my car and that song came on. I had to smile. I thought about the times when it would play and we’d all get excited and pumped up. Maybe it sounds silly, but at that moment I was happy I lived thru the accident because if I had died there would be no more of those. Small battle. I love the ladies. I’ve always enjoyed the company of pretty women and that will never change. I was still in the hospital when we took an “outing” to the local mall. The occupational therapists take the new wheelchair people there to learn how to use an escalator and get around in public. A friend of mine was next to me as we were entering the mall. Two ladies got right in front of us and they both had that “Baby Got Back” thing going on. I looked at my friend and said “Hmmm guess it isn’t all bad”. My new height allowed me to stare at a lower level. Small battle.

I tell people often that it is okay to smile. It is okay to be happy. Just because some thing very tragic happened doesn’t mean you forfeit the right to smile. Trust me I get it. Trauma sucks. Getting paralyzed sucks. The reality is though when things like this happen there isn’t a redo button. You can’t wish it away. Being super sad and miserable will not erase it. It just doesn’t. I wish it did because I would be the first guy in line. If I could whine and bitch myself out of this wheelchair I’d start today. I am still working on the theory that if you eat Ice Cream 6 times a day it will make everything bad go away. It hasn’t reversed all the bad in my life, but I am fat now. So there is that.

You start with what you can control. That is your attitude. You have to be willing to let good in. A negative mind is closed for business. When your attitude is on board things begin to happen around you that will make you happy. These things will be small, but you notice them because you turned off the only allow negative in button. As long as you’re alive there is always hope for a better tomorrow. Hope alone won’t manifest it though. You have to work at it. Accept whatever it is and then start to find reasons to smile. I promise no matter what you’re dealing with, there is still great people around you, and events that will bring the positivity out of you.

I don’t have a problem right now Bucky. Good for you. That doesn’t mean you get to shut down. Quite the opposite actually. There is someone in your circle that is going thru something. Maybe they lost a pet, a family member, going thru divorce, or an illness. Make a scrapbook of their pet. Frame a nice photo of them with that family member. YOU have the power to change the world. We all do. Just have to use it. Be kind. Instead of always thinking about yourself think “What would I want someone to do if it was me going thru that??” Then do it. Help the person you love win a small battle. Then do it again tomorrow. Everyday. Never stop.

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Want a better world?? Then make one. Become better. Don’t worry the world around you will follow.

FknBucky

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20
Feb
24

Justice?

I got a text about Noon telling me that Karina was in custody for the murder of Ryan Cooper. I’m a Traer boy at heart and honestly writing that sentence made me cry. I’m not afraid to admit that. There are a massive amount of emotions going on right now, but the hope is with someone being held accountable and with time people may start healing. Reality is these types of wounds never actually heal. Time goes by and people start to move on to other topics, but we’ll never forget or be whole again. A part of us was taken that can’t regrow or be replaced. The hurt will never fully go away even as time goes by and we start to talk about the price of beans, the road construction on D65, or the prick up the road that keeps tearing up the dirt road.

Truth is as much as I prayed that justice would come in this case, I realized today it doesn’t change the pain or make sense of this BS. We were all robbed of an amazing friend, brother, son, father, and the world was better and happier with Ryan a part of it. He will never be forgotten. That is a fact. He is still here with us thru the children he was taken from. I pray everyone remembers they are the ultimate victims in all of this. Please talk with your kids about how crazy this situation is and make sure they understand how their words can help or hurt so choose them very wisely. I can’t imagine dealing with the nightmare they’ve been given at NO FAULT of their own. Life is not fair on levels I didn’t realize were possible.

I’ve had a good number of friends reach out to me and all of them say the same thing. The hurt is like this just happened yesterday. I meant the words I wrote 2.5 years ago the brotherhood one becomes a member of living in a small town. The Busch Light brotherhood I called it. Membership can’t be bought, it can only be earned. It is lifetime membership with annual dues being make sure you have a big cooler of beer ready to go once the work is done.

My thoughts and prayers are with his family. I know they will most likely read this and I hope they understand how much Ryan touched my life, he was loved, and appreciated by many others. I spoke with another friend today who was asked to testify this morning about Ryan. She told me that she said “You can ask anyone in Traer or anyone that knew Ryan, there isn’t a person on Earth that had issues with him. There was no fighting, no running of the mouth, and simply just a great man that could be relied on no matter what it was he agreed to do. I have met thousands of people in my life. NOT one can be compared to Coop.

I don’t know what will happen in court. I do say let the rule of law take its course. This event only proves once again that evil exists in the world. I don’t know why. Heaven or Hell, Good or Bad, God or Satan, BIg Bang Theory and not Big Bang Theory. Whatever you believe doesn’t change the fact that evil is around us everyday. Some people get very good at hiding it. There is no reasoning, no explanations to be had, and simply the hard truth tells us that it is real.

Ryan didn’t deserve this evil done to him and we all know that. His kids should have their father still. It makes me beyond angry to think of how unfair this is. He should be old and gray watching grandkids open Christmas presents. I can see him in his den surrounded by toy tractors on the wall, some deer mounts from successful hunts, and of course a 1:8 scale cattle hauler that cost as much as his first car on display that everyone knows isn’t for playing with. Well not until Grandpa had his special drinks and ends up on the floor playing farm with the young ones.

I am surprised at how fresh these feelings of hurt are. We appreciate the small town for many things. Knowing people your whole life, your kids and their kids go to school together, and eventually your grandkids and their grandkids go to school together. There is a feeling of safety in a small town and it brings comfort to us knowing everyone. The downside is when something really really tragic happens it affects everyone. This is that. This hurts everyone. I believe the police have done their job and done it well. They didn’t cave to people screaming we want justice now, but slowly built up a solid case against Karina. She is innocent until proven guilty, but I will not be donating to her defense fund.

I say this to my Busch Light brothers and sisters. Please don’t let your anger and hatred dim the shining light Ryan brought to us all. His memory should not be tainted by this evil human that abused his love, manipulated his trust, and stole a father from his children. I will choose to remember him flipping me off from the cab of that cattle hauler. Twice he got me. The snapchats he sent telling me he smelled like money when I said he was covered in shit. He deserves that. For all of us to remember him for who he was and not for how he was taken away.

Give hugs to people you love and then tell them “I love you.”

I don’t know what else to say. I just have a lot of emotions and writing is how I deal with things I can’t process yet. I know I’m not alone in that.

FknBucky

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21
Jan
24

Screw your structure

Sunday. My favorite day of the week. It is for many reasons, but the stress free morning on Sunday makes it something to look forward to. Unless you are hungover from a late Saturday night and promised a cute nice girl you would be at 9 AM service for church. That is never me because I don’t date women that go to church. This is by choice. Their choice. Clearly. 

I make one heck of a first impression showing up with FknBucky t-shirts for Mom and Dad, making sure I tell a joke about how her Mom needs an XL to fit over those massive boobs she paid for 7 years ago. This comment always goes over well so make sure you say it loud as you grab a beer from the fridge. Then tell her Dad he needs to buy better beer and a lot more of it cause you like to get your drink on while watching the football game. To help round out this day of first impression be sure to include her 15 year old brother by calling him a pansy for saying no when you asked him to shotgun a beer with you. Almost done now. One last thing to do before you claim victory in awesomeness. Tell her 13 year old sister that “Damn gurl, you’re going to be hot in a couple years once your boobs grow in and you no longer need to wear the padded bra!!” 

First impressions are so much fun. Clearly I’m an expert. The Packers game yesterday was so much fun to watch. That team is going to be a contender for many years so Detroit if you are going to win a championship, do it now. You’ll be dominated by GB for the next 15 years. hahaha. I would be worried about offending some Detroit Lions fans, but everyone knows people from Detroit don’t know how to read. I had a point earlier that I was planning to get to, but maybe I forgot what it was. Actually no maybe about it, I can’t remember what I was thinking about earlier. 

Jessica Alba is just hot. Always makes me smile.. 🙂

Maybe there doesn’t need to be a clear point. Maybe sometimes in life you have to just wing it and take what the world is sending to you. The more you try to control everything the more disappointed you will be in life. It is that simple. I go thru phases. Sometimes I’m just smiling with the “ef it” attitude and other times I have this vision of what everything should look like and I bust my ass trying to force that vision on others and force it to become reality for me. Hmmm I needed to hear that. I’m trying to force things in life right now. I gotta remember my own advice. I don’t try to fake it with you wonderful people that read my words. We are in this together. Having the answers only helps if you use that knowledge. Knowing better and doing better are not the same thing.

Remember this. Life is more enjoyable when it isn’t planned out. Life is hard when you don’t have a plan. To be a person of character means you have to be a person of structure. To be a good human to those you love, you have to be wiling to drop everything at a moments notice to do something dumb and crazy. WTF Bucky?? Exactly. It will never make perfect sense. LIfe is hard. It is painful. It is unfair. The good die too early. Bad people will win sometimes. I’m going to throw a nice bow on this blog for you just because I love you.

As you can see, I searched Bob vs Fun TIme. This is what I got.

Enjoy the moments. If you get 3 hours of laughter with friends/family, CHERISH it. Don’t leave early. Don’t worry about the report due tomorrow at work. Ef that report. Be present in the fun time. It doesn’t happen often so simply enjoy it. Don’t throw shade bringing up old crap to Bob from 8 years ago. Bob is a penis head. Everyone knows that. Don’t let him ruin fun time. Let nothing ruin fun time. Enjoy what you have RIGHT now. There is always a chance it will be gone tomorrow.

FknBucky

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17
Jan
24

The Power of Heated Steering Wheel

What is going on here?? I started this blog before the Iowa Caucus so that is why I’m talking about Vivek. Just because he dropped out doesn’t mean I don’t like him anymore. I’m grateful I took the time to listen to him. As genuine a person you will find. 

I try hard to stay out of politics, but I could not resist talking about Vivek. The man intrigues me and truth be told, I like him. My liking him has nothing to do with him getting elected or what your opinion should be of him. I promise not to harp on this particular subject to often, but I want to take you on a written word drive right now. Buckle up!! You just might learn to use that head of yours for more than a Busch Light entry hole.

It is cold. Thanks for pointing out some obvious crap Bucky, you might say. I had an appointment with my go to Asian masseuse this morning so I had to head out around 8 am. I bought a minivan a few years ago so I could drive the wheelchairs and equipment I sell around. I thought about getting a “cooler” car, but truth is I can not pick up girls in a minivan just as good as I can not pick them up in a Porsche Cayenne. I really want one, someday I’ll be able to afford a poster of one to put above my bed or something. My minivan is cool though it has tinted windows, spilled chips, and my personal favorite smells like whatever Annie rolled in yesterday. 

The minivan has a heated steering wheel. I’d never heard of such a thing to be honest and didn’t even realize it was there when I bought the van. One day it was cold and I used the auto start. When I got into the van and started driving I thought “Ooooo, that’s nice…”. There is a point, just hang on. Last I’ve thought about it. It is normal now. I was looking at new vans last night just because and found one I liked with low miles. Looking at the options on it, I noticed there was no heated steering wheel, and that meant it was a no go. That option is simply too good to give up in my tiny human brain.

Now. Let’s look at something else. Power. It is better than drugs. Making people do things because you have power over them. A boss. A parent. A tough guy. A politician. Hmmm interesting now eh.. A boss can be fired. A parent can only rule 18 years. A tough guy, well there is always someone tougher. A politician only needs to manipulate your tiny brain every few years. You see the power they acquire is like my heated steering wheel. They can’t give it up. Seemingly good people corrupt themselves in the name of “helping you”, helping me, helping the guy that can’t help himself. They remind themselves how important and smart they are. You would be lost without them so that justifies hanging onto that power no matter what it takes.

They say “This is good for you, trust me!” Nope. My BS meter goes off anytime someone says this is good for you. How do you know what is good for me? You aren’t me. You’re not my spouse, best friend, or at the very least someone that knows what color Tommy John I got on today. These boxer briefs are like heaven. Worth every penny even though I shoplift mine. As long as you’re under $1,000 they don’t prosecute. Hey don’t blame me. You keep voting these idiots into power. I had to Bucky, the TV told me the other guy was racist and killed gays on the weekend. Just knowing your level of stupid exists makes me feel better about myself.

Every year the power these folks have becomes more and more addicting. For Big Bangs sake why do we have senators that are 90 some years old?? WHY??? 50 years in public service. I have another beef there. Public service my butt. Why you worth 200 million when you started out broke?? Job only pays $150,000 a year. I don’t blame the politicians. I blame you. I blame me. My parents. Your parents. Our neighbors. We allow it to happen over and over and over….. As long as they have a D or an R by their name they are on my side. Here is the truth. You don’t have a side. 

So money and power. Hmmm thank baby Jesus (Just watched Talladaga nights) that money and power have never corrupted good people in the history of mankind. Clearly the 700 folks that have it would never do anything questionable to keep it. They lie to your face. They manipulate facts to push their agenda. They suppress video evidence. They lose emails. They hide behind this and that. They kill Jeff. There is nothing they won’t do to keep the power, the money, and the opportunity for MORE. 

I just wanted a heated steering wheel. My brain went all crazy blaming my steering wheel wishes on corrupt politicians. Now I will get a cold wheel and get rid of power steering to try and save my soul.

Stop following, trusting, and believing in people because “they” tell you to. 

READ the language of actions.

LISTEN to what they don’t say.

WATCH who benefits from what they do.

FknBucky

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