Archive Page 15

15
Feb
21

CRIKEY

By Bucktown 1 Comment
Categories: Uncategorized
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Funny where I find inspiration. I just saw a commercial about the Australia Zoo getting to open finally making the Irwin family super happy. The world became a little less fun the day Steve died. I personally go out of my way to murder sting rays now to avenge him. It is never enough. I vowed a lifetime of service to make sure the Earth is rid of these murderous bastards. Yeah none of that is true. I do miss that guy though. I don’t remember if I was still smoking pot the first time I saw him on TV, but I do remember the exact time I was channel surfing and stopped on this guy.

He was in this tiny boat cruising around crocodile infested waters. I was into it right away like what is this crazy SOB about to do. He comes upon this crocodile that has to be 5-6’ long when he says it is “perfect” to which I thought perfect to kill. My kind of show lets kill something!! Just kidding PETA, I only murder cute animals. This guy looks at the camera and says this is the part where he jumps in the water to catch the crocodile. I didn’t even have time to process the statement he just made when he legit jumped into the water and started to wrestle this prehistoric beast. Obviously I’m like WTF is going on here?? I’m glued to the TV at this point.

I kept thinking this can’t be real. Who the hell is this crazy SOB??? He starts yelling “it is bigger than I thought” and screams for his WIFE to jump in the water with him to help wrestle this man killer. No freaking way I thought. Wrong again. She stands up like Rick Flair, flexes like she on the top rope, and drops an elbow on the crocodile trying to eat her husband. This is absolute carnage. I assumed it had to be the drugs and made a mental note to call the weed man and get some more of this stuff. Now that I’m telling the story I have no idea how it all ended. I think I was in such a “what just happened” phase that I couldn’t possibly register more at the moment.

That is how I learned who Steve Irwin was who we all know as the crocodile hunter. This guy was crazy. He was entertaining. We all watched him at some point. The guy would be semi sexually aroused by a 2 lb spider that can kill a human just by looking at them. You or I would be running away, but not Steve, he would chase the thing down, grab it, and proceed to tell the camera how flipping cute it was. I don’t know about you, but that is a guy I want to have some beers with. Can you imagine the stories he could tell?? I was genuinely sad when the news broke that he had been killed by a sting ray. The world lost something special that day.

This was a guy that had a passion for creepy crawly things and just went with it. He deserved all the success he got in my opinion, but somehow I know he would have been just as happy in life living in a rented double wide trailer somewhere in Oklahoma. To me this guy got life. He didn’t conform to anything. He went and found a wife that loved these disgusting animals as much as he did. AND!! She jumped into the water out of a very safe boat to help him wrestle a crocodile. Ladies take note…. That is how you get a man to propose. You want a ring?? Jump out the damn boat and help your man wrestle a 400 lb crocodile. Haha. I know a couple girls that would do it if it meant getting a man!

I hope everyone learns to love life as much a Steve Irwin did. I’m glad to see his widow, daughter, and son are keeping his legacy alive and hope to someday go to their zoo and support what they do.

So don’t be afraid to yell “CRIKEY” every once in a while and get excited about something most others don’t care about. Show some passion about things you love and who cares what others think. I am passionate about writing and still have nervousness about will people like my writing, topics, or any of the other stuff that goes along. I tune that out though and do me. Every day I write something I feel better and have no plan to stop anytime. This blog is my crocodile and I hope if you enjoy it, you’ll share it and tell others about it.

I appreciate you all. Do some random kindness because it is the right thing to do. Buy the maintenance crew pizza, send a funny card to someone you haven’t talk to in a while, or tell a stranger a compliment because it is true. Don’t tell someone wearing sunglasses they have pretty eyes. Yeah unfortunately some of you (people in the world) are that dumb.

FknBucky

14
Feb
21

Cancel Valentines Day

By Bucktown 2 Comments
Categories: Uncategorized
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Valentines Day. Great. Single people take the day off. I’m actually good with that, but I was curious how it all got started. I assume it was a money thing where companies like Hallmark lobbied people in the government to make a holiday in the down time between New Years and St. Patricks Day. Forcing men everywhere to buy a card or face the wrath of a woman that is not happy. I googled Valentines Day to learn the origin and I kinda wish I hadn’t, but I’m going to share with you because it is what I do.

There are a handful of stories that differ a bit so I’m just going to take the craziest one I found and run with it. Feel free to tell others later today using my opinion as absolute fact. Just like the rest of your life do NO research and simply believe what you are told. How is that working out for you?? If you are able to read between the lines I’m saying “read a book dumbass” because people don’t tell the truth. They tell parts of truth while making themselves or a group they are invested in look better in the eyes of the person hearing their story. You don’t have to worry about that here though. I will never manipulate facts to make me look better simply because I’m already perfect and trying to improve greatness like me is impossible.

So this Valentine guy (referred to as V Guy now) married an eleven year old hag who’s best days were clearly behind her. It gets weirder so hang on. In our cancel culture I have no idea how the “hate everything” mob hasn’t gotten a hold of this yet. So this V Guy is no stranger to married life though as he was first married to his 17 year old cousin when he was 12. They had to wait a year cause marrying an eleven year old boy is not acceptable. Thank goodness they had rules. He must of had a good time though because his first wife died giving birth. V Guy’s first wife was in fact already being recycled since she was actually married at age 6 because that is not weird. Age 6. I want to puke.

We fast forward to V Guy being 21 and marrying his 11 year old wife. At some point he was arrested for being something, but it wasn’t for being a pedo which makes me sad. While in prison he sent a poem to his young wife which is said to be the first “Valentine” and started the trend we still follow today. Here is that poem:

My very gentle Valentine,

Since for me you were born too soon,

And I for you was born too late.

God forgives him who has estranged

Me from you for the whole year.

I am already sick of love,

My very gentle Valentine.

Our guy was imprisoned for 25 years and never saw his young bride again as she past away before he was released. They had no children together. I don’t want you feeling bad for V Guy though because once he was released from prison he got right back on the Pedo horse and married a 14 year old girl at the age of 46. They had 3 children together. His children were name Cory, Karen, and Billy. I completely made those names up. Feel free to spread it around as factual though,. I’m okay with that.

I do not write this up to make light of Pedophilia because I would never ever do that. I have no sympathy for people that hurt children in this way or any way. In fact they should lose all rights including freedom forever. No second chances. Keep them in jail, kill them, put them on an island somewhere, but never ever let them back into society. I honestly don’t care what we do with them, but allowing them the opportunity to hurt an innocent child again is something we can NOT allow.

What I do make light of is the fact that regardless of what tradition we have or celebrate there will be some really bad shit that happened prior. The world and humans were awful when we look back at history. This being said, it is what it is. We can’t go back and change it now. We have evolved and eventually got it right. This will continue I hope. Maybe 700 years from now people will look back on us thinking what a bunch of barbarians. I’m okay with that as well. Things don’t change overnight, but the fact is they do change. Take pride in that. Looking back at history sooner or later we get it right.

So maybe stop trying to cancel everything and use our past to teach those that will mold the future. That is a powerful sentence so read it again. When we ignore the past, we ignore the lessons that were learned from those mistakes allowing the human race to evolve for the better.

So put something sexy on, light a few candles, and enjoy the day.

Remember to do something kind for NO reward. Just because it makes you a better person.

I appreciate you all.

FknBucky

I got my information from this web page if you want to go look at it. https://www.history.com/news/historys-oldest-known-valentine-was-written-in-prison

13
Feb
21

Be Kind

By Bucktown 5 Comments
Categories: Uncategorized
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

I want to write today, but I’m having trouble finding a good topic to rant or go on about. There is one thing that I have had on my mind for a while now and I think I’ll ask your help on this. I talk often about doing random acts of kindness. Just pick up a funny card and mail it to a friend for the hell of it. I do this and actually sent out 4 cards yesterday that I found on Etsy. Cost me $14 for the cards, used 4 stamps (and gave one away – you’re welcome Moonbeam!), and a few moments of my precious time to write something funny in the cards. Oh yeah I did put $40 in one of the cards and told the person receiving the card to please spend that money on something irresponsible and stupid. I do believe she reads my blogs so it might be you if you have a vagina. A real one and not the make believe kind that allows you to dominate women’s sports. I don’t participate or watch women’s sports so I don’t care to be honest. I do think it sucks for young ladies that put in the work, time, blood, sweat, tears, and all to get 2nd place because a one time man decided the competition was easier on the other side. Spare me your “hater” comments. I don’t care.

Okay back to the project I need help with. I want to start a page or group called Random Acts of Kindness where people can post what they did that day to a perfect stranger. If you just laughed at that sentence because your sense of humor is gutter, then that is why we are friends. I’m not looking for a place to brag unless you’re the type that needs that type of recognition. My reasoning is that hopefully people will want to post something so they actually do it. Over and over again. Maybe if someone shares what they did it will inspire others and give them ideas. Everyone keeps talking about healing the country and bringing people together, but if you are dumb enough to think the jerks in DC are going to do that you are going to be disappointed. A LOT. It is up to us to fix the divide in this country. Turn the 24 hours news channel off (forever) and go outside to hug a Trump supporter or a Biden supporter. It is that easy. In fact it is EXACTLY that easy.

The anger, disrespect, and over all nastiness regular people have some how become capable of is pretty disgusting. I am talking to you. I’m talking to all of us. It needs to stop and needs to stop tonight, right now, and never be turned back on. I don’t wanna hear Trump said this or that, I don’t wanna hear Biden did this and that, or any of the other BS excuses people are making to legitimize their horrible behavior and attitudes towards fellow humans. You are guilty of it. The comments of “If you think X, you can delete me as your friend right now.” That is a cop out, a crap way to handle any situation, and if YOU are so morally superior to the rest of us wouldn’t it make sense to go hug that person. Embrace them as a human and say we disagree, but I love you and want the world to be a better place so I’m going to be your friend and lead by example. I’m going to SHOW you why I’m right about this everyday of my life. Holy shit you mean what Bucky?? I have to actually be a bigger person, show the world how to be better, and stop TELLING everyone how much better I am than they are on the Facebook. You ask to much Bucky.

Baby steps I get it. So I would like to start with one random act of kindness. Just do one thing a day to make someone smile. Mail a card, tell a stranger their hair looks nice, make an extra sandwich to give the guy at the stop light on your way to work, or think of some other awesome thing that will make others say I can do that. Here is the deal. Sitting around waiting for the worthless pricks in government to suddenly pass a law that says everyone be nice is the dumbest idea ever. It is not difficult to understand or to do. Just be kind to everyone regardless of politics, race, gender, or any of the other stupid shit you allow to influence how you interact with others. You want someone to respect you and look up to you then treat that person with respect. Show them a better way. STOP telling people in a FB post that they are less of a human because they disagree with you. Seriously who the fuck are you??? I don’t remember electing any of my friends to judge me or others on a daily basis.

So now that I’ve got that off my chest how do I accomplish this??? I want to start a place (FB group or Page) that encourages everyone to simply be kind to everyone else regardless of anything past. Wake up tomorrow and look at EVERY single person on the planet like they have a brand new everything. A clean slate if you will. Wow, I bet we could make a difference in a short amount of time.

Do acts of kindness and expect nothing in return.

FknBucky

12
Feb
21

Pick It Up.

By Bucktown Leave a Comment
Categories: Uncategorized
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Yesterday we touched on stupid. Today we have stupid, lazy, entitled, jerk face people. I simply don’t get it. I’m glad I don’t understand otherwise I would be one of them. How do you look yourself in the mirror everyday knowing how big of a shit bag you really are. It doesn’t matter if you get away with it, it is a character thing and obviously you have NONE. If you are too lazy to pick up after your dog, do you even feed him/her??? Do you give them water or too lazy to do that as well???

This was just now on the sidewalk in front of my apartment complex. It is so disrespectful I barely have words to express it. I’m trying but in reality this is where violence is a much better choice. I want to grab this persons neck and shove their nose in the pile of dog shit until they get the message. PICK IT UP. I picked it because I’m a good human and to leave it wasn’t actually an option in my mind. There is a poop station 30 feet away with hundreds of bags and a trash bin to throw it away. There is no excuse except you are a self entitled asshole that deserves everything karma decides to do to you. There are no excuses and don’t even try saying I’m sorry when you get caught.

I think this should be a big deal with the city. I mean you can get a ticket for taking a whiz in public. Letting your furry best friend crap in the middle of a busy sidewalk and leaving it should get a night in jail. After you spend the night in jail with some awesome new friends you can spend 100 hours of community service walking around and picking up dog poop at the local dog parks.

I get it. Screw the rest of the world. Let that guy in the wheelchair roll thru it, the young family with a stroller cruise thru some shit, or maybe someone else walking their dog can step in it. You’re too good to pick up poop. Don’t get your little Prince/Princess hands dirty. I wish I knew where you lived so I could bring Annabel’s daily treasures by and smear it on your front door. It happens all the time people not picking up after their dog, but to leave it right in the middle of the sidewalk is a gigantic middle finger to the rest of the world. I’m usually a fan of such things, but this isn’t cool or sticking it to the man. It is a disrespectful FU to the rest of us little people simply trying to walk our dog around the block without getting dog shit stuck in my tire, on my clothes, and eventually all other the damn place.

One can only assume that you are the person driving slow in the left lane, you park in handicap spaces when driving your Grandmas car using the handicap placard thinking you made it in life, and you’re the guy that doesn’t take his turn buying a round of drinks. Keep lying to yourself thinking you are fooling the world and nobody sees the real crap leaving person you truly are. In the meantime I’ll keep picking up after my best friend leading by example and hoping the karma Gods forget about me and concentrate on having birds poop on your head every day.

Do random acts of kindness. The world and your life will be better for it.

FknBucky

11
Feb
21

HI, I’m stupid

By Bucktown 3 Comments
Categories: Uncategorized

Man people are dumb. Everyday someone on this planet reaffirms this for me and for that I’m eternally grateful. With out these “heroes” of stupid my life would be a little bit boring. None of us are immune to taking our turn on the moron train, but it is the individuals that can’t even accidentally fall off the train I want to discuss today. How do you become an “adult” and still do things that small children realize is stupid just by using their 3 year old common sense.

Who could be at the top of our list today?? Let’s start with some gorilla glue. Yep it is advertised as being strong like bull and will not let go. Certain projects call for this sort of thing. Fixing a glass angel that mysteriously got broken while you had 25 of your best friends over for a Saturday night study session while Mom and Dad are attending a wedding somewhere far far away. Hopefully Mom doesn’t go checking her angels when she reads this. I blame Jeremy or AJ depending on which Mom is reading this.

This awesome chick what wanted to give the world a serious “how eff’ing dumb are you” moment so she glued her hair to her head. I know what your thinking. How can that go bad Bucky?? Well the answer is every freaking way possible along with 6 or 7 more ways, ain’t one of us think of. If I get a tiny drop on my finger while fixing the broken angel (again AJ or Jeremy did it) I start to have a melt down of fear that my dipping finger will get permanently stuck to my go flip yourself finger. Not swearing is hard.

How does one go about talking themselves into pouring a bottle of super glue onto their head to keep their hair in place??? At no time prior to actually physically pouring the glue onto your head did the thought “This is really stupid and I should not do this” not pop into your head saving you from the now month long glue head problems you are having??? I have to think it was quite the opposite.

She was thinking “wow!! I am a genius!” Why hasn’t everyone thought about doing this?? I am the smartest person ever!! Sorry dumbass, but all you are is the engineer driving the moron train straight into Stupid Town. Pull that whistle baby and let the world know!! The Queen of Stupid has arrived. How can this get any better you might ask??? Well now she is consulting with an attorney to sue Gorilla Glue company for her stupid. Notice the name of the company is not Soft as a Feather Hair glue company. She need to sue her parents for having sex and creating her dumbass. Heck I’ll throw $20 in just to watch that go down.

I’m not the only one thinking about gluing my head tonight so I can get in on this lawsuit am I?? I bet 27% of you have just ordered the double bottle pack off of Amazon for $9.57. I reserve the right to not answer how I know the exact price. We share a planet with this person. She is going to have kids one day and most likely they are going to take stupid to levels we haven’t even dreamed up yet. I don’t know about you, but I’m excited about the future. Maybe we will get lucky, she will use bottle number two to keep the other hair on her body down, and accidentally glue her legs together saving the planet one stupid person at a time. Ahhh a guy can dream can’t he???

No real point today except when you do stupid make sure it is next level and that the entire world gets to join in on the fun.

As always do kind things for strangers and expect nothing in return,

FknBucky

***Please give me some stars up top if you like this blog or any of others. Also comments made on WordPress help drive outside traffic to my blog. Writing is a passion of mine and taking my own advice from a blog ago, I need some help getting more people to read and react to my blogs. I do appreciate all of you and hope you can take a couple moments to help me reach more people and pursue my passion.***

Sharing my blog on your social media is always appreciated as well. Thank you.

04
Feb
21

I need help

By Bucktown 1 Comment
Categories: Uncategorized
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

(** I started this blog the other day, but ran out of time to finish, hence the 4 AM**)

Well here we go. Another 4 AM morning, but it beats not waking up so like every other day, I will accept it and move on. I have a couple other blogs started, but they will take a back seat today as I wanted to talk about something I absolutely suck at. One would think that by age 27 I would have figured out how to do something as simple as the task we are going to discuss over the next four paragraphs. I know that I’m not alone in skipping over, ignoring, and simply letting pride get in the way of this ever important tool we need in life.

What could it possibly be?? Any guesses?? To be honest if you don’t have it figured out by now I kinda feel sorry for you because you are stupid. Don’t worry you’re not alone. This world is full of stupid people and they are breeding at record pace. More on that in a future blog, but for today we will let the idiots on planet Earth be. If calling stupid people stupid offends you then you are going to have a rough time reading any of my blogs. I do not include people with real mental handicaps when I talk that way, in fact quite the opposite. I do include lazy when I use the term stupid. Off topic, but important I mention this story. A few years ago while spending time with my nephews I made a comment using the term ‘retarded” and it didn’t compute that I said anything wrong until my eight year old nephew called me out. He said “It isn’t their fault they are special in that way so we don’t use words like that.” He was absolutely right and I’m happy he called me out. Funny where and who we can learn from if we simply shut up and listen sometimes.

So back to the topic of the day. Asking for help. I suck at it. I will be the first one in line to help a stranger, friend, or even some of my family. I understand that it is a necessary thing to do to make it thru life successfully and learning to ask for help is a skill just like everything else we do. Knowing how and when to ask is the key. I have gotten better at this mainly because I’m getting older and the wheelchair limits what I can do. My personal stupidity is endless when it comes to this.

I once heard another person in a wheelchair talk about flipping their mattress. I have no idea what size mattress he mentioned, if it was a pillow top, or really anything else about the situation. I just knew if that gentleman (I wanted to say fucking guy, but my Mom said I have to stop cursing in my blog so if curse words offend you please don’t read this line) could do it then so could I. I can do anything and I truly believe that every single day of my life. The very next day I decided to flip my Queen sized double pillow top mattress because I’m a guy and we are born to do dumb shit like this.

I was living in a one bedroom apartment in Solana Beach, CA at the time of this mattress flipping awesomeness. I just did what you would think. I started picking one corner of the mattress, just kept lifting scooting my head and shoulder along trying to get the whole mattress vertical so it would flip. I’m not going to lie (if I was going to lie I would just say I didn’t do this) at one point I was thinking there is absolutely no chance of this ending well, but I was committed and that other gentleman did it so obviously I can to. It was looking like success was about to be mine until well, it wasn’t.

The mattress pretty much pushed me and the chair right over, it landed on top of me in such a way that I was pinned between the mattress, my dresser, and a wall. I was screwed. Now this would be bad, but we all know FknBucky doesn’t screw up a little bit, I screw up a lot a bit when it is my turn for stupid. I settled into my new position of locked on the floor with a big ass mattress on top of me which by the way was also pinned under the bed frame at this time so I couldn’t just slide it off. It needed to be lifted about 3’ in the air, but I have height issues when laying on the ground paralyzed from the chest down. This is when I also noticed my lamp that was of course on rocking and falling down onto the mattress. Light bulbs are hot so that was not good.

I laid there thinking “Wow, I am a dumbass.” I couldn’t move as my chair was pinned in somehow as well and the whole situation got so bad so quickly I was actually in awe at how bad I fucked up. Sorry Mom. I guess it was not my day to burn up in a mattress accident that was my own doing because a girl I was seeing at the time happened to stop by. She was screaming in the door “are you home??” And I debated for a few moments if I really needed help out of this one. I guarantee you I looked for any way to handle the situation on my own, but ended up yelling “I’m in here.”

The look on her face when she came into the bedroom at the carnage in front of her was priceless. Had she not come along this could be a much sadder lesson about asking for help. I have a friend now this week that happened to stop by my life and give me the help she knew I needed simply because I was too stubborn to ask. I’ve been blessed in life with great friends, but I always say you have to be a friend to have them. I take friendship seriously as none of us can do it alone all of the time. Two big lessons today. One ask for help when you need it and two make sure you offer it genuinely without expecting something in return to those you care about.

Okay fine there is a third lesson here. Don’t try to flip your mattress because some random guy at a bar said he could do his with a lamp on. The only problem was that darn lamp……

Do kind things for others every day and thank you Moonbeam.

FknBucky

31
Jan
21

Murph-Dog and the flight attendant

By Bucktown 1 Comment
Categories: Uncategorized
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

I think my legs read my last blog. 4:05 this AM. Oh well I got that off my chest so no need to go backwards. I do however think the last week of writing has been pretty deep into my world. On this cold and wet Sunday morning I wanted to share something of a fun story with you. I miss my friend Murphy all the time. I struggle to call her a dog simply because she was so much to me than a dog. Not everyone can understand what I mean, but once you have a bond with a furry friend like I did you finally get it. I used to tease my friend Brian A LOT about his dog Jazzy, but later once I had Murphy in my life I understood and probably should have apologized. I called him stupid and threw a beer can at his head instead. He got the message. That flying 12 oz missile was full of I’m sorry and love.

I now have Annabel, but Murphy was the friend that changed my heart when it came to these awesome buddies. She deserves all the credit in the world. Okay I have to get to a point here or you’ll be on YouTube watching Lil Xan videos wondering where you went wrong in life. How is that little troll famous?? I had no idea who he was until Bam Margera (I follow on IG cause the dude is a fucking trainwreck) posted a photo with him yesterday. Just watching 30 seconds of one video made me dumber. I will make this promise to the human race, if I am ever close enough to this weird little dipshit I will kill him. It is the least I can do. Still not on topic.

I wanted to share a fun Murphy story with you all today just because they make me smile and that is point of Sundays. To reflect on the week now behind us accepting what happened, recognizing the lessons we needed to learn, and to get ready for the kick ass week we are about to start. A clean slate all for you. It hasn’t been written yet and you can do whatever you want starting right now. Make good choices, LOOK for ways to help others, and most importantly do something kind for a stranger every day expecting nothing in return. If you don’t currently do this you are missing out on the easiest life changing experiences. Just do it.

There are two stories I am thinking of and I’m deciding on the airplane story although the story about the young lady with CP is quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever had happen to me unless you consider star gazing in Arizona with world famous models a cute thing. When you see me in person please ask about the young lady with CP and Murphy story so I can do it justice. You can ask me about the stars in AZ, but most likely you won’t get to hear that story. That one is just for me.

I was flying somewhere with Murphy again. My old job in Cali required me to fly A LOT. Sometimes multiple trips in the same week and with Murphy coming along 100% of the time she learned airports and airplanes very well. She knew the drill. I was amazed at how she knew when the big suitcase came out we were going on a trip so she would not drink a lot of water because she understood there wasn’t potty breaks on the plane. She would CHUG water once we got the hotel, but prior to that she would barely touch water usually just taking a sip to wet the whistle until she knew there was access to potty time. I was almost always in awe at how many things she learned on her own.

I am usually the first person or last onto the airplane. I go down early so I can get into the aisle chair, make it down to my row, and then scoot over to the window without 150 people staring at me. I was the first one on for this particular trip, by this time Murphy had literally taken/been on hundreds of flights, and understood the process better than most humans. As I’m being strapped into the aisle chair I asked a flight attendant to take my backpack to my seat. For the sake of this blog we will say my seat was 11A. This meant my seat was row 11 seat A which is the window seat on the right side of the airplane. The flight attendant did exactly this. Once he left with the backpack another flight attendant showed up to see if she could help in anyway.

I am still holding Murphy‘s leash at this point, but decided to let go of it so that the guys can load me up onto the plane. When I let go of the leash I say to Murphy “Seat 11A” which prompts her to run onto the plane. She runs down the aisle until she sees my backpack (2nd flight attendant never saw the backpack) and then jumps into the row 11 seats on the seat A side. The look on the flight attendants face was priceless as she looked at me and said “Your service dog knows how to read??”

I said “Of course she knows how to read.” If you know me at all, you know I said that with a very straight face and loved it. She was so amazed the entire flight and I never told her differently. I think about this sometimes and wonder if she is still out there telling people how this guys service dog knew how to read. I prefer to think she is simply because it makes it that much more awesome. I love fucking with people and this one is right up there.

Do something kind for a stranger expecting nothing in return.

FknBucky

29
Jan
21

Pull your pants up

By Bucktown 2 Comments
Categories: Uncategorized
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Okay it isn’t morning anymore, but I went back and forth on publishing this. I question how much I want to share about my personal shit, but in the end if I can help one person say “You know I could do better..” then it is completely worth it.

Friday morning. I’ve been up for a few hours already as my leg spasms have been brutal lately. They will literally kick nonstop until I get up. Worst alarm clock ever. The smile you see me with takes work. It is easy to be in a pissy mood or upset at things that are not perfect in life. It isn’t like I wake up, put my happy to be paralyzed pants on, and come out into the world to be an inspiration to you. Nope that is not how it works.

Usually my legs start kicking around 4 am. This followed by me rolling over 20 times praying I’ll find the perfect position to let me sleep another couple hours. It has been 18 years and that position is still a mystery to me, but I’m no quitter and still try every morning. Once I get angry enough I usually curse my legs, the bed, air, Obama, Trump, and anything else I can think of until I focus on Annabel. Then I have to use my nice voice or she thinks she is in trouble. Next time I train a dog I’m going to make yelling angry Bucky my normal voice and she will be in trouble when I start talking like a pansy.

I usually spend 10-15 minutes trying to get my pants on first thing in the day. My spasms make it extremely difficult as they fight me every inch. Annie also thinks my pants are the greatest tug of war partner ever. I mean my legs kick at her while she is fighting my pants so she is like game on!! It is funny cause I tell her no every time, but she always be back again. I guess she is no quitter either. My morning spasms are so strong that I have to back up next to a wall, my bed, or anything while putting pants on because they will spasm violently causing me to fall over backwards. This has happened more times than I can count. When I go over backwards I know my head is going to hit hard and then right after my paralyzed leg/knee comes down also hitting me square in the nose which freaking hurts. This creates next level anger and cursing. A kid once asked me how many swear words Murphy knew. I answered all of them.

I have my moment laying on the floor, then i figure out a plan to get back into my chair, and get it done. I don’t share this for sympathy or for anyone to say “oh poor Bucky” because that is not needed. I share for two reasons with the first being getting things out of my head. Once I tell someone or put it down on paper I can forget about whatever it is that has my panties all twisted up. The other reason is it is good for everyone to be reminded that your “stuff” is not all that bad. Whatever you have going on it can always be a 1,000 times worse. So enjoy your Friday. Enjoy your weekend. Most of all enjoy your life.

It is always a choice on how you approach the day. How you interact with other people is a choice which you get to make every single day. If you have been a negative asshole (You know who you are) your entire life the best thing is you can change TODAY. Boom just like that. Good things come to those that expect them. I’m not going to let something as trivial as putting my pants on ruin my day. That would be be stupid. How does that conversation go??

Person: “How you doing Bucky?”

Me: “Worst day ever. I had a hard time putting my pants on. My life sucks.”

Person: “Ahh okay. Well I got to go. Hope you get better.” Walks away muttering “Fucking weirdo.”

Just doing that there makes me able to see things for what they really are. Stupid little things that need to be forgotten the moment it is over. Not dragging that shit around with me all day. If you read the blog about anger you will get this reference. I take that anger brick about pants and I throw that bitch back. I’m blessed in the fact I have pants. I have a ton of them. High quality pants. I grew up poor on the farm with only 2 pairs of pants. Good pants for church and barn pants that were covered in shit all the time.

I am not willing to give up the good things I have in life because putting pants on is hard. It most likely isn’t pants in your life, but there is something that gets you daily. Choose to let it go instantly. Don’t let it grow roots or start attaching itself long term. Identify whatever that shit is and say okay that happened, but I’m moving on with a smile. Take this exact moment to do a random act of kindness for a stranger. You will forget about all the trivial shit in a heartbeat.

Do kind things. Always. Life will be instantly better.

FknBucky

25
Jan
21

2 things

By Bucktown Leave a Comment
Categories: Uncategorized
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

I made a promise to myself that I would find time to write or at least post something everyday. I love to write and honestly most of the time it just pours out of me once my fingertips touch the keyboard. I’m really bad at expressing emotion or feelings by talking, but I can write them out and sometimes I share. Mostly because I believe if I’m thinking about something there is a good chance someone else is as well. I have said in the past that I usually write things I need to hear personally, almost like I’m writing a note to myself, and definitely not intending to preach to others. Life is difficult and I’ll never judge another person on the way they choose to go about it, unless they hurt innocent people in their quest for whatever it is they seek. There is no excuse for stepping on others to get what you want.

As I mourn the loss from yesterday I need to put things back into perspective.

Here is a poem I heard once that I think about sometimes. It is humorous and has a great message of don’t let trivial BS take over your life.

“There are only two things you need to worry about about, either you are healthy or sick.

If you are healthy there is nothing to worry about.

If you are sick then there are only two things to worry about, either you get well or you die.

If you get well there is nothing to worry about.

If you die there are only two things to worry about, either you go to Heaven or Hell.

If you go to Heaven you have nothing to worry about.

If you go to hell you will be so busy shaking hands with friends that you won’t have time worry.”

Thanks,

FknBucky

24
Jan
21

Are you a winner??

By Bucktown Leave a Comment
Categories: Uncategorized
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Sunday. NFC Champoinship game is on now and I get to watch the Packers play at least one more game this year. As I type this now we are down by 7 and Rodgers just got sacked on the 5 yard line. Damn it. I’m passionate about them and obviously want them to win. We all want our team to win, to be better than others, and we all love that feeling we get when winning. For most people it is addicting and you want that feeling all the time regardless of what happens to the “loser” or the other side. You want your win. Everyone is guilty of it one way or another. You don’t like football, take your pick on the other wins we gotta have including arguments with friends/family, proving a co-worker wrong, and the big one right now politics.

I had the pleasure of living next door to a NFL player for a couple years. He lived in the apartment right next to mine so I got to know him and his young family pretty well. I would tease him often about the Packers. Once I told him someone keyed his brand new HellCat charger and watched all the happy drain out of his face as I said “Yeah man, someone wrote GO PACK GO right on your hood. He laughed saying “you got me good there.” I share this as there is a point to my blah blah blah.

Time went by and that year in November the Packers came to town to play the Panthers. It was a crazy week leading up to the game and on game day I went to Packers tailgate party outside of the stadium as we all know Packer fans travel well. My good friend whom we call Rowdy won 2 tickets to the game and generously asked me if I wanted to go. Hell Yeah I wanted to go. Next thing I know I’m in the stadium getting ready to watch my team play the home team. For the record this was the day “I’m goooood brahh…” became a saying. The story behind that is a freaking great one, but you don’t get to hear that one today.

Prior to leaving for the tailgate party I had purchased a greeting card saying good luck and wrote a nice note in it for my Panther player next door. I came to really like him and his wife. It was funny he was always offering to carry things for me like the water jugs I get delivered, but I was scared he would pull a muscle in his back and then Panther nation would blame me for losing our cornerback. Okay getting off topic again. I wanted to wish my friend luck even though it was going against my team winning. I had been giving him shit for 4 months prior to this game and loved every second of it.

In the note I told him that to me it was simply a game. I wanted my team to win because it is natural and I wanted my “high” for the day. I thought about it that week though coming to the conclusion that it was just a game. To him it was his livelihood and the way he took care of his family. I realized it was bigger than me. In your rush to be right, to win, take a moment to pause and try to identify with who you are beating. There is a good chance you don’t know the back story, how that person got to where they are, and no matter how flipping right you think you are, there is a chance you’re not. Sometimes in life the end result that benefits you the most is not the best ending. I know in your selfish mind you can’t even grasp that concept.

The Packers lost that day. My neighbor shut down Randall Cobb for the game and it was great to see that for him. My neighbor was very happy when I saw him later that evening. He thanked me for the note and said the whole Panther team gave that note credit for the win that day. Okay that didn’t happen although he did thank me for the note. I ended up feeling better that night than I would have if the Packers won that game. I think about that day, that game, and that night from time to time when I need perspective on what is actually more important in my life and the lives of other humans.

It is the fourth quarter now so I’m done here. Just remember being a good human usually means doing the opposite of winning.

Go Pack Go.

FknBucky

« Previous Entries
Next Entries »

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 135 other subscribers

RSS Unknown Feed

  • An error has occurred; the feed is probably down. Try again later.