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03
May
21

Lost at Ship???

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It has been a while since I’ve published one of the blogs. I have been writing, but not that enthused with what was coming out. Things in this world get all twisted up and people are more than happy to jump on the victim train. Everyone is a victim because of this and that. Truthfully I feel sorry for people that have been trained to think this way. How do you find ways to be happy when all your problems are someone else’s fault?? Do you just sit in a corner crying until that person, company, or government finally stops in to fix everything for you??? What does that even look like??? Remember if all the “problems” get fixed you can’t be a victim anymore. Ever wonder why nothing gets done in Washington??? Victims like angry people are easier to control and make some loyal voters when the time comes.

Now in this crazy world there are real people that I would consider a victim. I read an article about one such person today and want to share some of his story with you. This guy thru a bunch of unfortunate decisions and circumstances was stuck on a cargo ship for 4 YEARS. All because some rich Arab dude didn’t want to spend $21,000 on an anchor. Well actually he got the anchor, but didn’t want to pay for it. The ship was in a port in Egypt which was not where this guy was from so the Egyptians wouldn’t let him in their country and made him stay on the ship. After a couple years he tried to escape, but the police would take him back and put his butt back on the ship.

The company that owned the ship started out by sending food and supplies, but slowly they pretty much stopped that as well. A few crew members were with him in the beginning, but slowly they said “deuces” and bounced out. He eventually caught scurvy or something like it and his teeth started falling out. The company actually took back a portion of his bonus because he was going to save money at the dentist now. I had this happen to me a couple years back. I was selling A LOT of products which helped my monthly commissions go up. The lady in charge of payroll emailed me to say “I was making more money than they anticipated and I would need to start paying for a storage unit that was in the companies name.”

The cost was $125 a month. Remember now as my commission went up so did theirs. They took 50% of all the commissions. To reward me for my hard work I didn’t get a thank you, a “good job”, but I did get a $1,500 pay cut. When I told them to go fuck off, I got a naughty slip in my permanent file for being rude. Personally I think she got off easy. Here is the point. My old company is a Dick. Oh wait cargo ship. The guy who was stuck on the ship – his company is a Dick as well. 4 years!! Legit four years they poor guy was stuck on a massive ship with two of those years being alone without proper food and water.

He tried to send distress signals from the ship only to be told to knock it off by the Egyptian authorities. When things finally got to much to handle you launched a lifeboat only to be turned around by the authorities AGAIN. He pleaded for them to put him in jail as it would be better than the solitary hell he was living on the cargo ship. They said NO because he didn’t break any laws. Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten that America is the devil, we are all racist pricks, and the horrible treatment of immigrants is the worst in the world. I mean in Egypt you get your own 330’ cargo ship to await your never coming go home papers.

The fact that a man can be left on a ship for 4 years in 2021 is beyond me. All he needed was for one person to look at his situation and say “wait a minute”, but that didn’t happen. Hopefully he writes a book about his ordeal and makes a lot of money from it. It had to be a mental mind screw being stuck on that ship with no end date. What a nightmare. We get so wrapped up in our own lives and problems that we can lose sight of how great we actually have it. I tease about America being the devil. I love this country and I’m very proud of Americans in general most of the time. There are always whackos out there making the rest of us look foolish. On the Left and Right. They suck.

I know I say this often and that must make it true. Don’t forget to appreciate what and who you have right now. Today. You might get stuck on a ship for 4 years tomorrow. Most likely not, but you could die tomorrow and it would double suck if you spent all of today complaining about how unfair the world is to you. Don’t be a victim. Be an inspiration.

Do kind things for strangers. You’re life will improve instantly.

FknBucky

21
Apr
21

Respect One Another is the only way.

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I have so much going on that I am having trouble finding time to write. I either try to slam something together or just don’t have the motivation. Maybe motivation isn’t the right word. I let my fingers type out the thoughts that are going thru my mind allowing me to vent certain things out or relay a message that I happen to be thinking about at the time I start to write. I have a lot of trouble commenting on the George Floyd matter because it is completely one sided. Either you agree 100% or you’re a racist bigot that should be killed. I’m not sure why there was a trial at all. They should have just dragged him out into the street and executed him in public. There was zero chance that verdict would come back any other way. Those jurors were scared for their lives and the lives of their families. I don’t blame them.

The mob got what the mob wanted. Now on to the next one. The thing about mobs is once they start getting their way they don’t stop. They get bigger, bolder, and sooner or later everyone realizes it is a problem. Well not really I mean history has taught us, the angry mobs never make poor decisions. Do not twist my words as I don’t give a shit about the cop who had his knee on Georges neck. I can’t for the life of me figure out what he was thinking or why he did that. I also don’t understand why George Floyd escalated that situation for 20 minutes and didn’t just sit down in the back of the cop car either. So many crap decisions were made that day and truthfully I wasn’t on the jury so I don’t have all the facts. I do know that a sitting Congresswoman made comments about being more confrontational if the verdict wasn’t guilty. Yeah I know. If you’re a Dem it is no big deal and if you’re a Repub then she should be censored. The President said it had to come back as guilty. I didn’t realize you and him were in court everyday.

It is a slippery slope. People of color have not always had any kind of “fairness” in the justice system, but every year we get better. If you don’t believe that then you’ve lost hope and we must blow the whole thing up. I see the world thru the eyes of optimism. It is sad to me to see so many pissed off people that think everything is against them for one reason or another. For any one of you I will trade this wheelchair for black or brown skin in a heartbeat. I have my own history and learning curve when it comes to race. I’ve always thought I was a pretty good person, but I had no clue about black struggles. I had my own struggles. White I got, privilege skipped me. I dare anyone tell me how “easy” of a road I’ve had.

You can’t DEMAND respect from the world. It simply doesn’t work that way. You can’t angry mob respect from the people you claim to want it from. Respect is given when it is received. Watching 22 year old white chicks screaming in the face of a black police officer calling him a “racist pig” is not going to make the world better. Maybe instead of running her big fat mouth she should sign up to become a police officer. Why don’t all of these protestors sign up and show the rest of us how easy it is??? The way that police are demonized in this current environment there will be a lot of openings. You couldn’t pay me enough to do that job. It is really easy to judge from the sidelines never putting your own ass on the line.

I told my brother I didn’t want to write about this because it is too emotional. After thinking about it I realized that is why I should write about it. There has to be a lot of changes made in this world before this problem will ever go away. There are two sides. Why on Earth would people who believe every cop in America is out to kill black people everyday, give them an opportunity to do just that by resisting arrest or not complying with an officers commands. As a parent why would you not tell your child to simply do as the police ask and then fight whatever it is in court. Becoming a martyr doesn’t help. You are dead. No coming back.

There are a lot of things we can do better in this country. There are also a lot of things we have gotten right overcoming the “old ways” of doing things. We will do better on this policing issues, but it has to come from both sides. Simply screaming at one side demanding they change will never get it done. The attacks on police and constant disrespect that is ignored by the media and politicians does nothing to help solve the problem. ***A moment of truth here.*** Pay attention to the next sentence. These people that benefit off of racial tension DON’T WANT to solve anything. They are only relevant if there is a problem. Problem goes away so does the fundraising, the angry mob willing to do your bidding, and the power they acquire while the world burns. There is no way they will willingly allow the flames to be put out. Regular people like you and me have to calm down, take emotion out of our thinking, and realize that we are all the same. Give respect and respect will be given.

I understand the hot button this issue is. No real change comes from allowing these assholes that benefit off of the chaos to manipulate us into hating each other. I say it all the time because it is true. Angry people are easier to control. Educated, calm, and people that think for themselves don’t fall for the fake outrage every three days.

Learn to Respect each other and that is when you see real change.

FknBucky

P.S. I don’t know what the solution is, but I do know hating each other is never going to give us one or even the opportunity for one. Everything is based on respect. If you give none you will get none. That is just the way it is.

17
Apr
21

RIP Prince Philip

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1921. That is forever ago. I looked up the number one song for that year. It is the most racist thing I’ve seen in a long time. I will not be going that route for the blog today. 1921 is when Prince Philip was born. I think the Royals are stupid, but only the young ones. They’ve become a Kardashian reality show and I give them zero time or thought. Now Prince Philip is a very interesting fellow. He married the princess that would become a Queen of England forever. She will never die. She eats children burgers. Haha. Told you it isn’t going away. Where do you think Pippa learned it from?? If 23 year old Bucky met Pippa I would be writing this blog from Buckingham palace. The place is pretty much named after me so… There was a time. My game was strong. Alright I have a thousand fun stories, but its not that kind of blog.

I love to travel, to experience life and new things, and truly inject myself into something different. I think that is why I have moved so many times. That and the warrants. Can you imagine the stories Prince Philip must have had?? Unlimited money to go anywhere you wanted. That would be cool, but on the other hand he never got to experience real life in those places. Everyone catered to him and treated him like royalty. You don’t understand a place without spending a couple days with the locals. Think of Rose in the movie Titanic. She had this lavish lifestyle, but never really lived until she went below deck and got loaded with the peasants. Good thing she did too or no way is Leo giving up that door.

I used to have a joke when I was about 23. I would cheers everyone at the table and say we are celebrating!! When asked why, I would respond with my future wife was born today. I’ve had to change that up a bit as I get older because it is more creepy than funny when I’m in my 40’s. Now I cheers and say “she got her first job as a gas station clerk” today!! Let’s face it. A 22 year old girl that marries me is most likely not going to be college educated. It is okay I have it all planned out. We get married, I throw a couple kids in her, and then 11 years later I’m worth 600K in life insurance and perish in a mysterious house fire that was started with C4 explosives. Sounds more fun than dying of prostate cancer or some crap. Wow. I completely forgot what the heck I was writing about.

Back on track. They are having a funeral for Prince Phil today and just take a moment to think of all the things he lived thru. WW2, the Beatles, air in shoes, airplanes, cars, going to the moon, and the best of them all, you get to pick what gender you are regardless of the plumbing!! What is not to love there?? He did fight in WW2 and was the recipient of a good number of medals. I’ll let you google him and read up on like I did. You won’t do it though so there is that. Face it you’re still thinking about later tonight when you’re at the bar and can use my joke. Go ahead it is funny. Fat Karen might even let you take a ride tonight. Enjoy that.

100 years is a long time to live. I’m fascinated by people that have been on Earth that long. My Grandmother being one of them. The stories they tell of different times and hardships. We are spoiled as people now. Most people don’t work for anything. You aren’t growing a garden to be able to can vegetables in the fall so you can feed your family over the winter. You aren’t milking cows, feeding chickens, or cutting firewood to simply survive. Nope. You complain if the air conditioner doesn’t work fast enough.

I admire Prince Philip. From everything I read he was a very good person. On his own he was a mans man. He didn’t have to take a back seat for anyone except for the Queen. To me it is admirable that he did do this. He must have really loved her. I think that is pretty cool. My guess is the Queen won’t live much longer mainly because she is 1,000 years old already, but losing her partner after all these years will most likely take a toll on her and truthfully whatever does happen after life on Earth she needs to be with Philip. I mean all of that in a kind way. Really I do.

I was pretty tough on the Royals a few weeks back, but thats because of the new drama Queen BS they have become. I’ve read about the Queen and Prince Philip and respect them both. So Rest In Peace Prince Phil. You’ve earned it.

Be kind to others. The only way to make the world better is for you to make yourself better. Think about it.

FknBucky

16
Apr
21

Take a Moment

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I wrote most of this a couple days ago, but needed to think for a day or two before posting. Sometimes before you shoot your mouth off or your FB post off take a step back and think about the consequences your words might have.

Others. Funny word that means something or nothing depending on how you think about it. Who are the others?? Family members?? Friends? Co-Workers?? Maybe random people you happen to be on a city bus with. Or on an elevator. Unless you are the freaking Una-Bomber you are going to have other people around you a large part of your life. Do you think about them or keep your focus on yourself??? I try very hard to think about others in my life, but I come up short. Meaning I screw up and I’m completely oblivious to it until I’m called out. The moment I realize my wrong I usually sit back and think how in the heck did I let that happen???

It happened today, just now actually and I feel pretty crappy about it. I don’t need to get into the details as that doesn’t matter so much as the point or lesson. No matter how diligent we try to be about this and that sometimes we just screw up. It is human to do so. Letting down someone you care about is a complete crap feeling that I dislike a lot. This is why I try hard to not let it happen. When it does though don’t make excuses. Own your mistake and save the words for a blog. They only way to right the wrong is actions. Stay with me right here and read slow because this point is going to be important for the rest of your life.

Words, English, or Spanish are languages that you and others use to communicate. The words on their own don’t mean crap though. Words are easy. You can be a complete ass, simply say “I’m Sorry” when you get caught, and go about your life exactly the same. Apologies are for real remorse and I don’t respect people that throw them around. Here we go. I promised you a mind blowing moment and we are finally there. The only language that matters in life is “actions”. Your actions, the things you actually do, and the way you react to your mistake is an actual language and the only one I read. I simply don’t care what BS comes out your mouth as the only apology I need or care about is the one you make with your behavior. Be better when you make mistakes and save the “I’m sorry” for when you bump into someone in the check out line at Target.

I had to make that point. Now for our dog related post.

I had a long drive home today from the mountains. I’ve made this same drive a dozen times over the last few years so I know the route, but I still have Google Maps going to make sure I know the route and warn me of traffic problems. Today I was cruising along and the freeway split. I thought I’m supposed to go left, but the google map had me staying to the right. I trusted the app. Well the app was frozen and not doing a dang thing for me. I thought well I’ll just turn here and run back into the freeway. I had forgotten that driving in the mountains is no guarantee you will run into anything except more curvy roads to drive on. I am cursing my google map app at this point.

I tried the other map app on my phone and got zero result on that also. Now I’m just driving around some mountain town with no idea how to get back to stupid road I needed. I was getting more angry every second that went by. I finally pulled over, restarted my phone, and got a map app to come on. Of course I had Annabel with me and she was looking at me like “you’re an idiot”. I took a second to restart myself and realized she was very right. I had pulled over in a “park” type area in the middle of the mountains. It was 76 degrees outside and sunny. Here I am losing my mind cursing the road, the sun, Joe Biden, Laura Trump, Mr. T, the stop sign, stupid green car in front of me, the crap white car behind me, and well you get it. I curse a lot. I took a breath and stopped cursing.

I got out of the van with Annabel and rolled about 50 feet to a nice shady spot that had a tiny creek running thru it. It was actually pretty cool little spot. I started to throw the frisbee and all that anger started to leave me one throw at a time. It was almost like I could see the anger flying off the frisbee as it spun thru the air. Turns out that was slobber leaving the frisbee, but lets say it was the anger to make this life moment sound better. I had to honestly ask myself where was I in such a hurry to get to??

I took 45 minutes to get back on track, but I had a calm me and a very exercised puppy happily sleeping in the seat next to me. It was a beautiful day and now I’m home writing at 8 pm having accomplished all I needed to with time to spare. Someday I’ll learn to not let myself get all worked up in the first place, but until then I’ll have to keep a dog close to tell me I’m an idiot. I know this is dog week, but in my opinion playing frisbee with Annie to not be pissed at the world anymore is a great dog story. Plus it is my blog so I make the rules.

I’m trying to tie in the first part with the last part, but truth is I just feel bad I let a friend down and writing about things is how I process them. I guess you can look at both situations and realize neither would have happened if I had been more patient, paid better attention to details, and actually do what I talk/write about.

Have a great Friday. I appreciate you all very much.

FknBucky

13
Apr
21

Farming is the Life for ME!!

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Dog week. I’m stuck in a Marriott tonight. My home away from home most of the time. I spend a lot of time in hotels so I pick Marriotts. They all have good and bad parts about them. I will say that I mysteriously got another free night added to my account about a week after I wrote that blog and had the fighting with them. I’ll take it, but I’m still mad at them. Honeymoon is over. I am however in room 130 at my favorite Courtyard. The one that they renovated and then set up how I asked them too. Still kinda surprised they actually put the stripper pole in, but I do spend a lot of money at Marriotts. I also spend money at the nudie bar. Now I can do both at the same time. I dare you to say you hate America. Not on my watch hippie.

None of that first paragraph had a dang thing to do with a dog. Awesome. I had intentions to get there, but stripper pole popped in the mind. All down hill from there. For the record I’m kidding. I don’t spend lots of money on Marriott. Sorry Mom. So I got to thinking about different dog stories I could use for tonight and about 3 minutes before I started typing I thought about the dogs we had on the farm. Some of you may know that I grew up on a dairy farm in Nothern Wisconsin. I did go to high school in Iowa, but until I was 12 years old I scooped poop everyday. Cow poop, calf poop, pig poop, My own poop, and the best part was even after doing it all day, the next day there was all new poop to scoop. So awesome.

Those cows were work. Milking every morning and every evening. I used to get up early with my sister and Mom to go do the morning milking before school. I’d head to school for some learning, my daily beat down from classmates as I was not cool and smelled like poop, only to come home and milk cows again. The next time your kid complains about taking the trash out, I need you to calmly walk up to them, and then punch them in the face. Twice. Once is boring and sends the wrong message. Two times lets them know you really freaking mean it. I don’t have kids so obviously my parental skills are perfect. Remember that.

Dogs. Okay. Fine. Stop whining. We had German Shepherds growing up. The first one I remember is Mickey. That dog was awesome. She knew where each cow was supposed to be. When the cows came in for milking they have assigned parking spots and when a cow went to the wrong one Mickey was there to help get her straight. You know these were working dogs that didn’t come in the house ever. It is a different kind of relationship with a dog like that compared to a Murphy or Annabel. Working dogs like Mickey are more like a co-worker. They have a job to do as a protector, referee (keeping cows in line), and command a type of respect that is admirable. Nobody would mess with us kids when Mickey and later Smokey were around. Our next dog was named Smokey because she would steal Dad’s Camel cigarettes and smoke them behind the barn. Oh shoot, my bad, that was Jeremy.

No Smokey was named that because she was a gray color. Hey I know a kid that had a Dalmatian named Spotty so don’t give me a hard time. You know who you are Weaver!! Ha. One way to find out if he reads this blog. I also had a pig that I named Miss Piggy. It was a boy pig. Ha. Just kidding. I only name girl dogs boy dog names. Ever wonder how Murphy got her name?? I plead the fifth. As a kid it is often very difficult to appreciate just how special somethings are simply because it is all you know. Those farm dogs were pretty amazing.

I’m very curious if any of you have a cool working dog story. I don’t think I remember any specific story about either of those dogs, but that’s okay. Please let me know if you do as I’d love to hear it. So remember Dogs are like stripper poles. It doesn’t matter where they are, they are always awesome.

Be kind to a dog today. Extra walk, extra treat, or just one more belly rub. They are worth it.

FknBucky

P.S. FknBucky shirts were officially ordered today. I have a couple of cool ideas for them so please be patient. Most likely around Mid-May I will be reaching out to all of you to make sure you have the newest coolest shirt just in time for Summer!! A little teaser. More info coming soon!!

12
Apr
21

RIP DMX

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Hello blog readers! It is Monday. Fresh start. We will get to an amazing dog story here, but first I’d like to take a moment to remember DMX. I actually met him while in LA a little over 10 years ago. I drove up to Hollywood to try out for last comic standing. I was kicked out because I can’t stand. That is not even kinda true, but in this believe everything world go ahead and run with that. Ha. It rained HARD the entire drive up from San Diego which is obviously not the norm for Southern CA. I was on the elevator and noticed a couple walking towards the elevator. I didn’t see who it was until he and his woman were in the elevator. I had just held the elevator for DMX. Mind you this was when he was very famous.

I talked about the stupid rain and a couple other brief things that had nothing to do with him being DMX. We got to their floor and off they went with me wishing them a good night. I thought it was a cool thing and was looking forward to telling my friends about it. The next morning I went down to the lobby and there was DMX with about 4-5 other people. He was trying to fly one of those cheap remote control helicopters that were popular at that time. I’m not into bothering people just to say I did so I let him be. To my surprise he actually came up to me and introduced himself as X.

He was just a cool guy. We talked for about 10 minutes while I waited for my car to come up. My car never came. Turns out it had a flat tire in the parking garage. That was a bummer. You know I forgot about the flat tire part of that trip. Oh well it happens. I pride myself on being able to read people when I meet them. I can usually tell if I’m going to like someone within a few moments. I’m not as good as women when it comes to this as they know within 4.87 seconds if they will sleep with a guy upon meeting him. That whole first impression thing. Anyway I found DMX to be genuine and I thought it was pretty cool for him to leave his people behind to come talk with me for a few minutes. I honestly don’t remember what we talked about mainly because it didn’t matter. We were just a couple of guys bullshitting about anything and everything.

He left in a hurry though when I asked to borrow money. Okay that didn’t happen. We are still in Dog Week so I gotta bring this full circle yet. I did some reading about X the last couple days and turns out he had a tough time growing up. His real father was nonexistent and his Moms taste in men was simply put “Crap”. These men she brought into their lives were not good men. Each one treating DMX worst than the one prior. Turns out he spent a lot of time in the streets of New York. When he was young the Yonkers part of NYC was not a nice place to be. For a teenager to be out in those streets night after night had to be extremely hard.

It is said that he would befriend stray dogs finding food in dumpsters to give the dogs. Their loyalty and friendship was never in question. He was right. A lot of people find salvation in animals. They don’t judge, they don’t worry about bad decisions in your past, and they just want to make you happy. It is so genuine that anyone that could hurt them in anyway has no heart and is most certainly evil. I don’t know if you can come back from that. Michael Vick was a flipping psycho and the things he was found to be guilty of made my stomach turn. I hope for his soul he really did change inside.

I didn’t “know” DMX. I did meet him and have a 10 minute conversation with the guy. I liked him, but I tend to like everyone until you give me a reason to not like you. I look for the good in others. Everyone I meet I just assume they are one friend away from being great. I could be that friend. Think about that. You could too. All you have to do is say hello. Remind people that they are not alone on this life journey. It means more to people than you know. Ever had a complete stranger improve your day. I have and I look for opportunities everyday to do that for others. Get ready to have your mind blown!

Dogs do that naturally. It is in their DNA. They will run up to a stranger and beg to be petted. Ever seen a sad person petting a dog?? Nope it is an instant smile machine. I have a feeling that is what teenage DMX found in these stray dogs. We came up a step from yesterday. You don’t have to sniff a butt to be dog like, you simply have to find a way to make a stranger smile. Be that one friend that gets them over the hump. You’ll surprise yourself at how great you can be even when you’re not getting credit for it.

Be kind to each other, be kind to animals, and find ways to make the world smile. That is the secret formula to a fulfilling life.

FknBucky

***Some articles talked about DMX being involved in Dog Fights. I truly hope this was not the case. I didn’t see anything that was actual proof and in America you are innocent until proven guilty.***

11
Apr
21

Barry to the rescue!!

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It is 3:52 AM right now and my leg spasms have decided I’ve had enough rest for Saturday night/Sunday morning. Frustrating, but it is what it is. I am really excited about researching for my “dog week” blog. A small bit of advice don’t google “Amazing bitch stories” when looking for heart warming female dog stories. I think I need to put some parental controls on my IPad. I also want to add that I’m very concerned about the human race. Some weird people out there. Dang. You ever want to feel good about yourself just google some stuff. I guess if it makes you happy and you’re not hurting anyone else knock yourself out, but this is America and I’m still free to make a weird face and say “That is screwed up”.

Character. It is everything. Who are you when no one is looking??? Do you tell the stranger at Walmart they just dropped $100 or do you pocket it??? Do you let the guy holding 3 items go in front of you in the check out line at the grocery store?? Do you give the homeless person at the stoplight food when you have some??? Nobody is there to say “good job” and you’re so kind. No gold star as my niece would say. She is so cute. I don’t remember what she did, but it was nice of her and she asked where was her “gold star”? I handed her a make believe star, she took it from me, and proudly stamped it on her chest. Kids are so awesome. I truly hope you take the time to get to know the ones in your life. Yeah even your own. Those overtime hours come at a price.

Dogs simply have character at birth. It is the greatest thing to have a dog love you. One it is easy to do as you only have to feed them, run them, and pet them once in a while. As humans we are so flawed. Can you imagine if the people in your life acted like dogs??? I mean you will have to sniff some butts, but a tennis ball becomes the only thing you need to have a perfect life. To this I say “show me the butts” that I am going to have to sniff. I gotta be honest it isn’t a deal breaker for me.

I read a story about a Saint Bernard named Barry that lived with monks in a monastery between Switzerland and Italy. I had to double check as I drove from Switzerland to Italy a few years back, but Mix and I didn’t take this path. Greatest road trip of my life. That is another blog though. This blog is all about Barry the super dog. The original Barry was a rescue dog in the early 1800’s. These amazing furry friends were trained to go out in pairs to find humans that lost their way in the snowy craziness. One of the dogs would stay with the lost human to keep them warm while the other ran back to get the human rescue team.

Our new best friend Barry is credited with saving 40 people over a span of 12 years. What have you done lately?? Thought so. Be better. The most famous rescue accredited to Barry was a small child that had gotten lost. A very tragic loss as the monks had children burgers on the menu that night. The child must be found was the chant those hungry monks would yell. I have no evidence of this, but the Main Stream Media (MSM) will run the story. The headline is ”Children eating monks have direct ties with the Trump family”. Okay no more cheap shots. Back to Barry.

Our super dog actually let the kid climb onto his (Barry was born a boy, but later in life identified as a non-binary evergreen tree) back as Barry crawled out of the dangerous situation. The rescue team was unable to get to the main course (dinner) so the only way out was carrying the kid to safety. We so don’t deserve dogs. They are born with character. They do the right thing simply because it is the right thing to do. What a noble concept.

Barry the rescue dog was so loved that a tradition was started of always having a dog named Barry on the team. I’m annoyed as I wrote the ending to this and was 2 seconds from publishing, but now I have to do it again. It didn’t SAVE. Problem is I don’t remember what I wrote. Something about dogs are awesome and humans are dirtbags. Well not all of them cause if you read my blog you are no longer a dirtbag. Or dumb. See you don’t need a four year degree! Just read the wisdom (crap) I write daily and you will be way smarter than your college educated friends.

This is dog week on my blog. It is like shark week, but with dogs. So be kind to a dog today. Take him/her/evergreen tree for an extra walk or throw an extra treat at them. Dogs are innocent, kind, and make life better. If you hurt them you are a special kind of awful and I can only hope that sooner or later you will face the consequences.

Be kind to each other, sniff a butt or two, and let a tennis ball make you happy.

FknBucky

10
Apr
21

Happy Birthday Annie and Dog Week/Day One

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Happy Saturday my friends. Yesterday as some of you saw on FB was Annabel’s 1st birthday. If you do not know who Annabel is, she is my border collie puppy that I’m so so blessed to have. In honor of her 1st year of life I am going to write a blog everyday for the next week focusing on awesome dog stories. I love these amazing friends so much. I haven’t had kids and don’t think I will although I refrain using the word never. I am a pretty awesome dog Dad and my Uncle abilities are second to no one. I truly love kids as they are the future and seeing the world thru a 6 year olds eyes is simply the best. We get all wrapped up in our adult BS drama many times forgetting to just play make believe for a few minutes.

I lost Murphy who just about everyone on the planet knew. She was amazing and taught me so much about myself, life, and I’m not kidding when I say she most likely saved my life. Life can be extremely difficult and sometimes a paw on the knee with some kind eyes staring at you saying lets go outside and throw a ball make all the stress melt away. If you haven’t had a dog friend in your life, I assure you that you’re missing something special and I hope you find one soon.

To start this week of dog awesomeness I have a quick story about Annabel. I have posted a few videos of her completely going crazy over cardboard boxes. I get packages almost everyday for one reason or another. When she was tiny tiny I would encourage her to chew up empty boxes. She loves it and it still makes me laugh every time she tears into one.

When she was little little I was watching her eye something from her little dog bed. The dog bed was about 6” tall so she had to “jump” down as she was only 6” tall at the time. Her prey was a cardboard box that happened to be sitting to close to this ferocious beast. I watched Annie jump off her bed, charge this box, and then go inside of this box while she pushed it across the floor. She was gaining speed across my cement floor when she had a very sudden stop running into the base of my steel standing frame. She bounced back and looked a little dazed from the head butt. Puppy vs steel bar only has one winner. As I witness this chaos Annie decides that it was the box that had caused her pain. You simply must watch the below video.

https://www.icloud.com/photos/#0ZsNC99A_hX9PWryFXVg6CDrw

She got up with a look of “must kill” and attacked that box. If you haven’t seen a 10 week old puppy go full on Rambo on a cardboard box you simply haven’t lived. She was so mad at that stupid box. It is one of my favorite memories now and I think about that every time she starts attacking a box. Life isn’t about how big of a house you have, how new your car is, or how much money you have. At least it isn’t in my opinion which means nothing. Agree or disagree I don’t actually care. I don’t waste time worrying about what other people think about me.

Remember to be present for things right now. Don’t stress about things you can’t control. I know these are easier said than done, but if you make conscious choices to limit the amount of time you stress out on things you will reprogram yourself to let it all go.

Happy Birthday Annabel. Thank you for making my life so much better.

Thank you and remember to do random acts of kindness.

FknBucky

08
Apr
21

Hate Soup. I’ll have two bowls please!!

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I took some time off from writing after the 1st. That day is always an odd one for me. I always tell myself that it is just a day like all the rest, but our minds pile on all this needless BS when it comes to dates for this and that. Days are days, and just because it sucked one time does not mean it will suck every year. Yet I allow myself to get sucked into the web of pointless feelings. I try very hard to not stress over things I can not change. Try as I will it still happens. Kind of like how so many of us try to stay young forever and never die. None of us will cheat death in the end. We all pay the piper, but our actions and attitude until then create how we will be remembered.

Okay we all die, now on to the point today. It is weird that I have to consciously force myself to not watch the news. It is crap. They all have an agenda and feeding you what you want to hear regardless of truth or fact seems to be the recipe for success these companies have bought into. I have unplugged and I hope you learn to as well. The division I see on the TV is complete insanity. I get along with everyone I meet in real life, but the TV tells me I should hate this group and that group. I say Fuck you TV. I pick who I hate. Let’s see if you’ve been paying attention. Number 1 on my hate list?? The son of a gun that invented Voicemail. I will gladly sign up for time travel to go back in time and kill this person. Yep that is how much I hate VM.

Number 2 on my list is a new hatred of mine. It has always been there, but I didn’t recognize it until recently. What do you think or who do you think it is??? That little green Geico lizard. He needs to die. For the good of mankind. Now that we are here it is quite fitting the car insurance business is #2 (get it??) and we should kill them all. These bloodsuckers have pushed to far. I’m supposed to watch countless commercials on TV, hear them on the radio, read billboard signs while driving, and who knows what else telling me how much I can save?? Bullcrap. All that advertising is stupid expensive along with all the celebrities you have on those commercials to tell me to trust the General. Eff off Shaq. Your big ass can’t make a free throw, but somehow I’m supposed to trust a cartoon military guy with my car insurance because you say so??? Nope. Car insurance companies are black hearted pieces of poop.

Feels good to hate doesn’t it?? Makes you feel powerful when you give into the dark side. Forgiveness?? Not in this lifetime. I’m going to carry my hate around like a club ready to smash anyone in the face that doesn’t hate with me. My hate is for good you see so I’m morally obligated to whip my hate out and hit people with it. That is how we create good in the world. Hmmmm. Sounds kinda dumb when you say it like. Shut up Bucky, my hate is accepted by Twitter. Good for you. You’ve just proved to me you’re an idiot. And an asshole, but mostly an idiot.

Who is going to be number 3?? So many choices, but this next one could be number one someday. They show no signs of slowing down or have they already slowed down??? Yep. I’m talking about you left lane driver!! OOooo I hate you so much. What the heck happened to you?? What kind of insane abuse did you take as a kid to become this person?? When I’m using my time machine to kill Voicemail guy, I will go back into time (for free) and murder your ancestors simply so the DNA string you are a part of no longer exists. Yeah that is what the 47 drivers behind you are thinking as you camp out in the left lane doing 66 mph in a 65 speed limit zone. Thankfully the idiot in the right lane is doing 65.5 mph so technically you are passing him in about 17 minutes while the 47 other drivers want to go 93 mph. Great job enforcing the law loser. Man I hate you. So much. If hate was a soup, I would eat two bowls with a really big spoon just for you.

Alright. Having some fun with hate today. It can be funny to hate things that can’t hate back. When you make that decision to “hate” someone that can hate back you have to be prepared for the escalation that will most certainly occur. No one wants to be hated and the natural reaction is to hate back twice as hard. Here is something you’re going to hate. It doesn’t matter if you hate AOC, Nancy Pelosi, or Donald Trump. If you do hate any of those people you are all in a group together. You are the haters. Hate is hate. Once you allow that into your heart it doesn’t make a difference who you hate. That hate will grow, expand, and start to take over other feelings like compassion, understanding, and just being rational. Don’t fall for it. Anyone or anything that tells you or encourages you to hate something NEVER has your best interest at heart. No. They want to use you to get something they want regardless of the toll it will take on you. You don’t matter as a person to them. They need your hate to fuel their agenda. These types of people will use you up, never even know your name, and throw you out for a younger more energetic model every time.

So don’t give in to them. Choose to be kind. It is our most powerful weapon against this current hate filled atmosphere. I will not participate in the outrage/hate game. Remember most of the time the loudest “Victim” is often the worst perpetrator. I’m reminded of a murder case in San Diego. A young blond girl was killed on the 15 freeway area. A state trooper was on the local news telling young women how to be more cautious because of the threat driving alone at night created. 3 months later they found out he was the bastard that killed her. Here is the link to that info.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Cara_Knott

I have had several people tell me this blog helped them set anger/hate aside at some situation in life allowing them to choose kindness instead. To me that is a win. I always think of a world where people think about others before themselves. It isn’t impossible. All you have to do is join me. One person at a time we will change the world we live in.

I appreciate you all. Be Kind. Be informed. Be yourself.

FknBucky

P.S. FknBucky shirts are taking shape. I have picked the style of shirt and will ok the font/wording tomorrow. Exciting.

28
Mar
21

When Kids Fail, we all win.

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Disclosure: I wrote this blog a couple days ago, but my real life job (the one that pays for all my luxury items like my chick magnet mini van) got in the way of my writing career.

I like the blog I wrote yesterday. Sometimes the next day when I read them again I’m like “Eh, it could have been better.” That is okay though. Nothing is perfect every time. It is okay to fail and in fact it is good when you do. I say often and as far as I know I’m the only person I’ve heard say it so it is my quote. I expect credit every time you steal it. Here you go. Bad days are great, without them how would you know you’re having a good day??? Wow my crippled ass oozes wisdom. Just remember if you call me crippled I’m going to stab you and get away with it. I am just faking being paralyzed for the chicks. I used to tell that joke on stage and one of the worthless crap bag other comics actually started to BELIEVE it. Damn people are dumb. He literally grabbed me and pulled me out of my chair in front of the Comedy Store in La Jolla. Sure wish a couple Iowa/Wisconsin friends were with me that night. Dude would still be using a straw to eat steak. Someone did punch him in the face, but not nearly enough times. Okay way off course now. That guys sucks at life. His name is Gordon. Feel free to punch every Gordon you meet just in case it is him. How many can there be???

Failing is good. I just proved it isn’t always a good thing. Gordon failed at life. Like completely. Don’t take failing to that level. When I used to snowboard (I MISS IT SO MUCH) I would often say “if you aren’t falling you’re not trying.“. You have to push the limits to grow and sometimes you just miss the mark. I love to make people laugh, truly it is quite possibly my favorite thing to do. If you know me personally you know this to be true. Sometimes though my jokes fall very flat. It is kind of embarrassing and a few times are burned into my memory like “Oh shit, I really wish I had that comment back..”. I wouldn’t change a thing though. When this happens I usually say “they can’t all be zingers..”. You have to put yourself out there or be happy hugging the wall, riding the pine, or any other analogy about not getting into the game.

How you deal with failing is a massive part of the character you have as a human. If you throw a fit and whine to anyone that will listen well lets just say that is not the right way. Accepting the failure and then analyzing it to learn from it so that you are better next time is the right reaction. Not always the easiest option, but it is the right one. When we jump in to save our kids the pain of failure at ANY age you are stealing the lesson from them. Our first reaction is to protect them which is a noble one, but you have to fight that urge and let nature do its thing. Learning to fail correctly can start at any age. We never stop failing/learning as we grow older, but the problems and consequences get a lot bigger as we age. This is where wisdom comes into play. Learning the lessons at age 3, 4, or 12 years old lets us develop the skill of coping with failure. When you “protect” a child from this hardship they miss out on the lesson which leads to much harder times later on in life.

All of a sudden you are 20 years old and failure feels like the end of the world because you’ve never dealt with it. Let the lego tower fall and break so little Timmy learns to go thru the motions. First is the disbelief the tower feel, then anger at the thought of the stupid tower, depression because it sucks to have to start over, and then acceptance that it happened and the lesson of why it happened. Next time Timmy will build a larger base to keep the tower steady as it gets taller and taller. Grabbing the tower as it starts to fall and handing Timmy a cookie is wrong. He learns nothing and becomes fat. Not a horrible thing cause when Pippa comes out with a need for children burgers I’m coming for fat little Timmy first. Read the blog “Royals” if you want to understand that last line. You really do have to read every blog.

Timmy Burch lego. Google it.

None of this means you can’t help. In fact quite the opposite. You should be there to help point out the lessons learned and guide a young person in the correct way to accept failure. Help them see the lesson. Now here is the big one. If no one ever let you fail you don’t have the wisdom needed to teach this ever important life lesson. This leads to the snowball effect that continues for generations. Every time it gets a little bit worse until some catastrophic event happens leaving many to ask “What happened?? How could this of happened??” You heard it here first. All of the problems in the world lead back to Timmy and those darn legos. How do you prevent this?? First of all don’t name your kid Timmy and never let them play with legos. Easy enough. I’m here to help.

Life is awesome. It is also very very hard sometimes. Learning how to cope is a big part of having a happy life. I guarantee you that at some point in your life you will experience failure that seems overwhelming, but if you have had practice your whole life you’ll be ready to deal with it. No one goes thru life without stupid mean challenges hitting us in the face sooner or later. Take the punch and learn to duck next time, but also learn how to punch back. Exactly. Violence solves problems. Another great lesson for young kids, but I’ll write that blog another day. Right after I write the “Your kids should only be friends with other kids that look like them and think like them” blog. A lot of sarcasm there unless your name is Gordon. Then get ready. We are coming for you.

Remember young people are always watching. What kind of example are you???

Be kind to others. Not for them, but for you. You will love the person you become when you put the feelings and needs of other people in front of yours.

FknBucky

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