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01
Feb
23

Drop Mind Pollution

By Bucktown 2 Comments
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Here we go. I’ve been tryin to make time to blog all last week, but somehow I kept finding excuses to do something else. It is hard to write when I’m tired. Seems odd, but my mind needs to be sharp and awake. Not the Red Bull kind of awake, but simply analyzing data with speed and ease. I’m sure this is why I have wit and comebacks when talking with others because my brain is working overtime to get the words in, analyzed, and then making my response flow out on time and with the right feeling. Words are only part of the equation. The tone of your voice, the face you make while saying those comebacks, the position your body is in (little harder to do in a wheelchair), the smile must be just right, and finally the eyes. They have to be soft and not threatening when hitting someone hard with words. Calling someone stupid is mean. Calling them stupid with soft eyes and a slight smile is funny. A lot going on in the three seconds someone tries to talk smack with me.

I love it though. The challenge. Everything in my life is a competition and I hate losing. Well, that isn’t true. I hate losing because I failed to bring my best. If I bring it all whether it is a fight, conversation, sales meeting, or anything I want to be victorious. Otherwise why are you there?? If you don’t see yourself standing in the first place spot at the end of the day why are you playing??? Who trains for 2nd place?? Funny answer. Most of you do. You have allowed others opinions to pollute your mind which then makes deals with you. Only try a little bit today. That way when you come up short it won’t be hurtful and no one will make fun of you. To that I want to say this “Fuck you and the mind polluters you hang around!!” I know Mom no swearing, but that point has to cut deep.

My nephew is at some training right now. He finished boot camp and now he is doing some additional training that will get his body in shape to go do the actual thing he is planning to do in the military. I’m being vague because it is none of your business what he is doing exactly, but this story requires you to know he is doing it. When he does it that means he is doing something that we are proud of cause he does that thing we know he is doing. Sorry I had Kamala help me with this paragraph. She won’t make it at FknBucky so back to something she won’t need intelligence for. Lighten up Francis.

I was talking to the nephew the other day and he was describing the training he was doing. A lot of everything with no sleep is what it boiled down to. He told me a whole bunch of kids have already quit. They started with 160 and by last count they only had 104. 56 people quit before the end of week 3. I don’t get it. Why did they even go?? I guarantee everyone of them in the back of their head heard the voice before day 1 saying “you won’t make it.:” I killed that voice a long time ago. He has unlimited lives like playing video games with my 8 year old niece. She makes sure I have 99 lives while playing the Simpsons with her. If I go below 90 lives it is an emergency that she fixes very quickly. Where was I?? Oh yeah. Quitter voice. It gets easier to kill him the more you do it. Pretty soon you can just Plan B that prick.

I’m proud of the nephew and hearing the intense crap they were putting him through made me have a deep respect for what he is going to accomplish. He asked what I have been doing and I replied truthfully without thinking “I made a cherry pie.” It isn’t often I wish for words back. I’m such a pansy these days…. He says “I just did a 7 mile hike with a 50 lb pack on.”

I respond with “ Lame, I made a pie. From scratch.” Can’t eat a hike with ice cream. Here is the deal. He rocked that hike. There is no chance he will quit. Zero. I tell him every time we talk “you don’t have to be first, but you better out work every other person there.” Never stop trying. I can’t hike. I can make a pie and it will be the best darn pie in Charlotte.

We all have dreams. Chase them. Go for it. Stop worrying about failure. It only exists if you allow it. I try and if it doesn’t work, I analyze why, and then try again. I gain knowledge every time so it isn’t a failure, but another step up closer to my goal. If you are going to California from Ohio and one day you make it 800 miles, but the next you only make it 50. Is that a failure or are you closer to your goal. Fix the way your mind uses information and kick to moron out that is crying you only made it 50 miles. They will sit down and wait for some other idiot to pick them up. Unfortunately the world is full of idiots. It is easy to be one. You don’t have to be one though. You read FknBucky that is like making it 2,000 miles a day.

Funny I had a blog in my head about mentors and heroes, but my heart decided to write a different message. I want to write forever. I want millions to find inspiration and hope in my message. I’m not there yet, but in my mind I have been there since I wrote the first sentence on the first blog. Somedays I make great progress and others I make very little, but the fight continues. Quitting will never be an option. If it was that means I never actually started.

Whatever you want start now. Right now. Sign up for the online class. Research starting your own business. Go volunteer. Mend a broken friendship. Most importantly stop listening to people and voices that say “you can’t.” They are wrong. They are scared to try. They are nothing to you. Just start and you will see how quickly all those negative influences become a sentence in a paragraph somewhere that eventually gets edited out.

Love who you are today. Tomorrow is not guaranteed.

FknBucky

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14
Jan
23

We Are Not that Busy

By Bucktown 2 Comments
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Playoff football. Was supposed to be the Packers playing this evening in a fairytale, but real life is anything but. Happy endings are for Asian massages and Hollywood movies. Part of being an adult is learning that lesson over and over again until you accept that most times things just don’t go your way. I have learned this lesson the hard way, but lucky for me I’m a forever optimist. That doesn’t mean I have I have naive smile on my face 24/7, but it does mean I’m willing to give life another shot to be awesome every single day. It also means manifesting your own awesomeness to combat the forces around you trying to take your happy ending.

I travel a lot covering the Carolinas for my business. I enjoy it and when I’m on the road there is no quit at 5 PM. I mean I could, but that seems silly to me. Most people are gone during the day and get home around 5 PM so I usually make appointments with them in the late evening to do deliveries or evaluations. I am blessed to represent some amazing companies that make high end products making peoples lives easier and more fulfilling. I use some of these products, I love them, and I have the ability to talk with someone for 5 minutes while looking at their environment to tell them exactly what would help them the best. I know because I’ve done it all.

This last week was no different. I did an eval with a wonderful lady for the VA and then dropped a shower chair off with a Veteran and his spouse/caregiver at their home. The wife came out and helped me get the chair out of the back of my van and then we took it inside for some training. Of course Annabel made her presence known, but had to wait in the car for this delivery. The family had three little yappi dogs inside that make a lot of noise. I do the training and with the clock hitting about 7 pm I was ready to get to my hotel room for the night. The spouse follows me outside as it is clear she is lonely and it is nice to have someone to talk with. Her husband of 40 plus years has ALS and it is pretty far along. That disease is horrible. Just horrible.

I’m tired though. Annie got herself out of the van and of course had a frisbee in her mouth. My new friend is throwing the frisbee 5 ft and of course Annabel is happy to get it over and over and over and over…. I’m annoyed. I was thinking this was the 1-2 minute chat that lead to the goodbye, call me if you have questions, and have a nice night talk. The lady apologized for playing with Annie and I said “it’s okay” even though I didn’t mean it. My body language was all leave me alone. I’m watching her throw the frisbee and she had this incredible genuine smile. I stared at it and my life instantly changed. Thank goodness because I was on the wrong path. That smile fixed me even though I didn’t know I was broken. Truth is like many of you, I was very broken.

This lady, fellow human, and complete stranger needed me and Annie that night. Annabel was up to the task, but my dumb butt missed all the signs. The smile snapped me out of it. I thought to myself, “ What is your problem?? Let her play with Annie and have a moment.” My body language instantly changed. I was Bucky again. My smile became genuine as I gave her tips on how to throw it farther and to throw it away from Annie so she has to chase it down. She went from saying “I’m sorry” to “this is the best day I’ve had in a long time.” Think about that. My crabby butt almost stole this great moment from a very kind woman that simply needed a break from the monotonous daily routine she had fallen into. Caring for an ALS patient isn’t easy and I can only imagine how hard it is when that patient is your husband/loved one. At her age trying to lift a man out of bed, into his chair, onto toilets, shower chairs, and everything else takes a toll.

I watched her start laughing and having real fun. Annabel played her role perfectly like usual. I got on board, grabbed a water bottle, and put out a water bowl knowing this is where I am supposed to be for now. Out of everything that happened this last week, I’m most proud of this moment, the one I didn’t want. You don’t have to wear a cape to be a hero to someone. You can change the world in a few minutes by simply being more selfless with your time. You aren’t that busy. You aren’t that important unless you are a brain surgeon and your patient is about to die. If that is the case you should probably get going.

I share these moments to remind myself and hopefully get you to think differently when you’re out there in the world. Small moments can create big happiness. What more can you ask for?? Allowing a lonely person to play frisbee with Annie took no real effort on my part, but it did have an large impact on this woman’s life. That is a win.

Love Who You Are Today, Tomorrow Is Not Guaranteed.

I love you all and appreciate everyone that reads this. Your text messages, comments, and the rest mean so much to me. I put all of who I am in these blogs so it is nice to hear when people appreciate the messages, enjoy reading them, and then let me know. The best way to support is share the blogs, subscribe to have them emailed to you directly, and most importantly think about how you can make one moment a day better. Just one. Then watch your world begin to change.

FknBucky

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03
Jan
23

Perfectly Imperfect

By Bucktown 1 Comment
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Brand new year. Clean slate. What will you do differently this year??? Maybe 2023 is the year you actually stick to your resolutions. I have some big goals for this year and I’m very excited to chase them. My days are not unlimited and if I want to leave a positive mark on the world, I can’t be screwing around. I’m proud of the time I spend with young people and the lessons I’m able to teach them along the way. My niece is my latest victim, but she gives the right answer when I ask her how much “whiny voice” helped her get something done. She instantly replies “zero”. I’m old now. Not sure how 44 got here so fast. Not sure how 20+ years after that motorcycle accident got here, but here I am. I accepted my fate a long time ago while having a conversation with a mirror in Craig Hospital. It was just me and my reflection having the most powerful conversation of my life that no one else will ever understand.

Life is about accepting things that are so that you can be prepared to change the future. Read that one again. With all the wisdom I have acquired in my life, I still get reminded of that on a daily basis. I’m a student. Always. I want to learn everything, but there isn’t enough time. I wish I knew 20 languages. A hundred of them. I don’t. I barely speak English, I need to fix that, but I’m lazy in that department. Anyway lets not get bogged down there. If the opportunity is there, take the time to learn another language. I find teachers everywhere in life mostly because I’m willing to listen. I’m a great talker. One of the best in my opinion. I think before I speak and carefully use the words and phrases that will benefit me as the conversation goes forward. Sometimes I know what people will say because I led them there the whole time. I’m a conversation magician. That is enough insider info for you today.

What happens when I’m talking with a person that is 8 yrs old?? Complete chaos. I can’t predict what they will say. They haven’t been fully trained yet to fear change and still have the ability to say what they are thinking without fear of being canceled. I find it incredibly refreshing. Hmmm typing this out makes sense to me, and this is probably why I enjoy talking with kids. I can’t manipulate them or control the words they will say because they are still a true clean slate. Adults are like a chalkboard. You grab an eraser and move it back and forth until the original message is unreadable, but the chalk still remains. It never fully goes away meaning no matter how hard you try the past is always seeping into your present effecting the decisions you make concerning your future. Freedom is understanding that and overcoming it. To be free of your past mistakes takes work, but it is worth the trouble. Accept it. Learn the wisdom. Let it go.

I can’t stand half ass. To me don’t even start if you aren’t giving 110%. Perfection is what I strive for every time. That is why many blogs never get published. My name is on them. No chance I’m putting crap out there. My physical challenges are many these days. A few times a year I spend a Saturday with college kids learning to be Occupational Therapists. I do this because a friend of mine who I respect greatly asked me and I’m a sucker for having a conversation with 21 ladies & the token 1 guy about my favorite subject. ME. They work on me diagnosing the obvious things and a few I make up along the way. I have issues with my elbows and shoulders which sucks, but while going thru this process I was asked a question. Does your work suffer because it takes longer??? I was kind of offended by it and replied a very hard “NO”. I looked her in the eye and said “I don’t care how long it takes, I’m not “half assing” anything ever. Instant respect from the whole table. They knew I meant that. Tackle every task in your life with that philosophy and watch your life improve overnight.

Back to my teacher. I watched her learn to ride a hoverboard after getting one for Christmas. She got a little braver and more confident as time went on until BAM!!! Niece down. Insert tears. Fear. Anger. I yelled instantly “Get back on it”. I heard “No”, but that was an unacceptable answer. She did get back on and two minutes later the fall was history, but the lesson it taught was the present allowing her to not make that same mistake again. Accept it happened, but only hold on to the wisdom, let the fear and anger go. I’m a hard-ass yelling get back on it, but inside I’m an old softie. We went to the store and bought wrist, elbow, knee pads, and a helmet the next morning along with some paint and sand paper. We had to customize the pads to be cool otherwise they suck. Best way to make something cool to a kid, let them create it. Mind blown, I know.

She told me what she wanted and I traced it out with a sharpie so she could paint it. She sucks at painting. Got more paint on me than the pad. I showed her how to only dip the tip of the brush in paint and then slowly trace the lines I made to make it look great. I asked if she understood, she said “yes”, and then I handed her the paint brush. She immediately dipped that sucker into paint up to her elbow and in record time of 2 seconds completely traced my lines in the worst way possible. My inside voice was screaming “WTF!!!” I looked at her and saw a face of pride. She loved it and was all smiles. She had sanded this knee pad down, picked out the design, and then did it. I had to remind myself she is 8, this isn’t the Mona Lisa, and most importantly it made her happy. It was so imperfect that it became perfect. JUST LIKE THE PERSON YOU ARE.

I decided to dip my brush into paint up to my elbow and join the fun. It was freedom to paint outside of the lines and LOVE the way it looked. I had just learned a massive life lesson from an eight year old girl that sucks at painting.

Happy New Year!

I can’t stress enough how much I appreciate everyone that reads these blogs and truly hope that some of my rantings will help ignite a fire in you to chase your dreams. I don’t want to arrive alone at the finish line, I want to bring everyone I interact with with me. Use your clean slate to accept that you’re Perfectly Imperfect.

Please share the blog. Maybe you didn’t need this message today, but a family member might. A co-worker struggling with their confidence might read this and begin thinking I can do it. Instead of posting a “I hate Trump or I hate Biden” meme today, share a positive message that just might change a life.

FknBucky

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25
Dec
22

Decide to Take a chance

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Crazy. Simply crazy on how fast time goes by. It was so slow as a kid, but now I seem to blink and I’m ten years older. I’m sure I’ve told this story before, but it is a great lesson that I hope will motivate a few of you to take some chances. I was talking with my Grandfather one time when I was about 16ish. He had just turned 80 or was about to. He said “I feel like one moment I was 20 years old, then I blinked and I’m 80 years old now. The tone in his voice and look in his eyes told me this was no joke. He simply told me that life is over before you know it. In my mind I thought, I’m not wasting anymore time.

By taking chances I don’t mean put $500 on black at the casino although I have done that. I was on a roulette table in Vegas one night when the number came up black say 8 times in a row which gets posted on the sign. When that happens tons of people start throwing money on red. This time was no different. There was easily $5,000 or so put down on red when this random guy came up and threw $500 on Black. That lone chip on the black with stacks of chips on Red. I looked at the guy and said “that is ballsy!! I said lets play and put $500 up on black with this lone guy. We won. Black 22 which is one of the numbers I bet. That and Red 5. That was cool moment in life.

Life is short so don’t waste time on dumb stuff. It is Christmas. I’m surrounded by family in Alabama and I love it. I truly hope all of you are as well. If you’re not then you should make better plans for next year. When I talk about chances I mean important things. Go back to school and get a degree. Ask the girl out you’ve had a crush on for the last 10 years. Get drunk and text every girlfriend you’ve had since the 3rd grade. Trust me they are waiting by the phone at 3 AM to get that text. This is not an advice column. Apply for a job you want. Move to a new place and get a fresh start. You may need to change your name if your drunk text look like mine…..

That talk with my Grandpa really resonated with me. I decided that I would not waste time on things that I can’t control. I moved to Colorado without ever being there before. I’ve had lots of jobs in my life which I’m proud of. It has helped me learn new things that I never even dreamed about. I’ve moved multiple times as well. I went to San Diego by myself one year after being paralyzed. Ahhh, That stupid accident. I screwed up and pay for it every day of my life. Sucks, but I’m not going to let it determine my value as a human. No way.

When I got to San Diego I worked out at a gym called Project Walk. It was a “rehab” for spinal cord patients. I wanted to walk so badly. I pray you never know how hard this is. I am the strongest human alive. No doubt in my mind on that. The gym had other people in chairs so I made some friends pretty quickly as that is what I do. 3 or 4 days of being in Cali, I was invited to a house party for another project walk guy. I was going in blind. I got the address for the party and wondered what I should do. I looked in the mirror and asked a question that I’ve asked myself thousands of times in the last 20 years. “What would walking Bucky do??”

The answer was clear. Go to the party, be myself, rock the place so anyone that didn’t know me at the start of the night would remember FknBucky forever. That is exactly what I did. You have to manifest your own great moments. No one is going to show up do it for you. Life doesn’t work that way. Muscles are good, but a strong mind is what will enable you to be great. Read the books, learn to listen and think before speaking, and make friends with people that have what you want to be. You want to smoke meth, go make friends with people that smoke meth. You want to make more money, go make friends with meth heads. Ha. Don’t do meth.

Your life is a result of all the decisions you’ve made in life. You can make all kinds of excuses, but that is what it is. If you want your life to change, you simply have to make different decisions. It is that simple. Eat less candy, go to the gym, get a library card, find a successful business owner and buy them lunch, go to work early & stay late, and on and on and on.

Merry Christmas my friends.

Love Who You Are Today, Tomorrow is Not Guaranteed.

FknBucky

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19
Dec
22

Never Forgotten

By Bucktown 2 Comments
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Good Morning friends. I have had something on my mind for months and have thought about what to say over and over again. It is impossible. There are no right words to write. They haven’t been invented yet and never will be. Tragedy, sad, unfair, and all the others you want to throw around are crap. Juvenile worthless letters together that mean nothing. Words are the first level and sometimes useful. Action is the only language I truly respect. You can tell me how smart and great you are, but I have 44 years of reading the way people talk without words and I’m pretty darn good at it.

Lets get to it. My friend Ryan Cooper. I think about him every single day. I wish I could take his place. He was far too kind and good to have someone steal the most precious thing in the world from him. His life. His dreams. His children. His legacy. Taken like a common thief steals a flipping candy bar. I have to be careful because of the anger it brings out of me. A year and a half later the anger combines with sadness that no one has been brought to justice for this outrageous act. They might not ever pay for this in this lifetime, but I believe we have to answer for our actions in another world someday. There is no explaining this. It is pure evil and I take comfort knowing someone sees the devil every time they close their eyes. He will come for you. I promise.

Some debts never go away. They just keep growing taking more and more from the person responsible for paying it. You don’t escape punishment for a crime like this. Prison is probably too easy. I hope you suffer every moment of every day in your miserable crap life that will forever be tarnished by this heinous act you committed on someone so kind and special. You murdered an angel you POS. That will never be forgotten or forgiven. You will experience Hell on Earth and when you finally die, you will learn what the real Hell is like. I might join you just so I can witness the horror you experience for eternity.

I started writing this at 4 AM because I can’t sleep. I think about this a lot. I have written over ten blogs on this horrible topic, but never finish them. The words simply fail my feelings and I stop. Not this time. He deserves better from me. He deserves better from all of you. He deserves better from law enforcement. I mean every word of this blog. I know there are a lot of upset people that miss him dearly. My heart breaks for his children that were robbed of a father, a mentor, a friend, and I want to remind the world that the Busch Light Brotherhood has not forgotten. I used that term to describe the bond the people from small town Iowa create growing up together. It is special and the only way to join is to earn it.

Our lives are entangled for life. Our Grandparents knew each other. Our Parents grew up creating this bond between them. Now it is 2022 and we carry this torch while teaching our children to respect each other. They watch us to learn how to create their bonds that will stay with them for life. It has a very long term effect when children lose a parent, mentor, and protector. I can not even to begin to understand the pain caused by this weak pathetic POS. I made a choice I would not swear in my blogs moving forward, but if there was ever a time for some choice words, this would be it.

Please make sure everyone you know remembers his name.

I know many of you that read my words also knew and loved Ryan. I know you will not forget. He deserves better than my mediocre words. I wish I could do more. This Holiday Season should not be a sad one though. Ryan was one of the kindest humans I have ever known. I believe he would want all of us to smile, drink a few Busch Lights, and remember him as he was. I remind myself to not let my memories of him center around the tragic and evil way he was stolen from us.

Hug your loved ones just a little bit longer. Take time to smile and enjoy the company this time of year.

Love Who You Are Today, Tomorrow is Not Guaranteed.

FknBucky

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26
Nov
22

Can you be trusted??

By Bucktown 2 Comments
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Saturday. I was up at 3:30 again last night. Not sure what that is all about, but I didn’t write. I watched “Kings of Pain” on one of my apps where they get stung by a centipede from Asian forest. That might be the grossest thing I’ve ever seen.

I can “man up” when needed to kill a spider, creepy, gross, and crawly thing, but deep down I hate them. Many a time in my life I’ve had to grab a spider with my bare hand and without a doubt every single time I was secretly wishing someone else would do it. In Cali when Alex lived with me, she screamed “spider”, and pointed at her bed when I rolled in there. Sure enough a big black jerk face spider was hauling butt across her blanket. There was no time to ponder what to do. If I lost sight of it there was a good chance I’d never find it and no one wants to sleep in spider bed. I just reached out, grabbed it, and killed it instantly by smushing it in my hand. I was a hero. I went into my room, did the “Willies” shake, and thought about how much that sucked.

Go back and read “EAT YOUR BEANS” part 1 and 2. Then make your sons read it. Everyday.

I had a message I wanted to get into on this blog, but not sure I want to just yet. Life has been difficult as usual lately. The ever easy days that I had in my twenties aren’t around anymore. Waking up next to a beautiful woman on a Saturday morning, who I would offer a ride home if she remembered my name, but didn’t reveal the fact that I didn’t own a car. The ride home was the Summit Stage. Man I was awesome. Dimples are amazing. I would just smile as I explained how to walk to the bus stop and Friday night hook-up would laugh at my cuteness…. I’d have a quick puff puff, head to the hill, and snowboard all day with my friends that would most definitely be there. We didn’t have cell phones, didn’t bother making plans, and just knew where my crew would be at. Great days.

I just thought about being 19 in Iowa. I had a great friend (still a great friend) that I hung out with every day. Back in those days we always had a cooler in the trunk filled with ice cold Busch Light. I don’t recommend drinking and driving so be sure to chug as much as you can while stopped at a stoplight or stop sign. Safety first. Can you imagine the agony of hitting a pothole and spilling your beverage. Take no chances my friends. Obviously I’m kidding. There are no stoplights on gravel roads. Shoot, got distracted there, okay now back on message. This friend and I would pick one another up daily. I would grab a drink from the cooler, always grabbed an extra one for my brother, put it in a coozie, and then set it under the passenger seat. When he got in the car without question he would reach under the seat and grab his can of thirst quenching super nectar. It was always there. When is the last time you had 1,000% faith a fellow human would have your back???

I haven’t thought about that in a long time. Pretty cool though. Okay, now it is time for me to explain how my story will give you something positive to think about today. Life is not about accumulating possessions. Many people don’t understand that. They just want “more” all the time. More money, more cars, more houses, more more more. Then they can show it off to you in an attempt to prove to you how important and great they are. I saw a interview with the artist PitBull talking about his 17 super cars. I’m not impressed. Just because you are financially successful in life does not automatically mean you are a successful human. You might have to read that sentence a couple times.

A successful life in my opinion is measured by relationships. Not Friday night hook-ups, but the true relationships you cultivate throughout your time on Earth. How many people completely trust you to follow thru every single time?? You can’t buy trust. You can’t borrow it. You can’t beg for it. You have to earn it EVERY single day. It isn’t a “when I’m in the mood” thing or “I’ll do it next week” kind of thing. Can you be trusted to kill the spider?? Can you be trusted to remember your friend when grabbing yourself a cold drink from the trunk?? Those are little silly things Bucky.

You are 100% correct. They are little seemingly trivial things, but how can I trust you with big things when you haven’t put the time in gaining my trust doing the little things. Yeah that is big deal. Spend your time on Planet Earth (a very short time in the big picture) acquiring trust not stuff. A new car is not as important as a friend KNOWING without fail you will show up in that new car to give them a ride to the airport at 4:30 AM.

This blog is so far away from what I planned to write. Not a problem as I simply type what my brain is saying. Be a person of value and not just a person that has valuable stuff.

Love Who You Are Today, Tomorrow is not Guaranteed.

FknBucky

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25
Nov
22

Mexican Monday is not a thing, YET….

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Black Friday. I don’t participate. I go out on White Wednesday. Can you imagine the uproar if that happened??? Oh well. At least we can all agree Mexican Monday can never be allowed to exist. For obvious reasons duh. Mexican isn’t a color. Check your crayons. That weird green that looks like guacamole after sitting out 7 hours is not called Mexican. Who knew I like guacamole?? Learn everyday.

I see the videos every year of the stampede to get a $400 flatscreen TV for $325. I will pay $425 for that exact TV to have it shipped to my house allowing me to never interact with the “humans” in line. I say “humans” because putting oneself thru that for a TV is stupid and I’d like to think I’m a different species than those “humans”. Money isn’t very important to me so saving $75 on a TV I wouldn’t buy in the first place is way down the list of crap to think about. When I moved to Charlotte 7 years ago I was extremely low on funds. Very low. I had no TV for over 4 years. Turns out you don’t need one to live. Prior to Charlotte, I didn’t work for a year and spent that time mooching off my family all around the country. I helped out around the house though. I’m not a complete freeloader. Every single day I would tell my nieces and nephews to do chores after they brought me a large bowl of ice cream while I watched episodes of Snapped.

Enough about me for now. Kids are awesome to order around. Watching a 4 year old kid struggle to change the trash bag is super fun. They drop coffee grounds and egg shells all over themselves and the floor allowing you to yell at them for making a mess as well. The only thing better than watching kids do chores is watching kids do chores while they cry. I’m just kidding. I don’t watch them, I’m busy watching Snapped. Darn it. Pay attention Boomer….. I do yell at them to cry quietly so I can hear my show. Best Uncle Ever.

I completely forgot what I was talking about. It is 4:29 AM and my spasms are making it impossible to sleep right now. My normal routine of screaming at them while working on my puzzle can’t happen cause I’m in Alabama. My brother made a no screaming rule which I follow, but I don’t like it. I call him my “no fun cause of the no screaming rule” brother. It is kinda wordy, but I believe the message gets across. He is not to be confused with my “no fun cause I can’t steal cash out of his wallet” brother. I mean come on. Loaning myself your money without asking is actually me doing you a favor. You don’t have to think of reasons to say “No” because you don’t know about it. It is a win win. It is extra cool cause I blame the missing money on the crying kids covered in coffee grounds. This all makes sense because coffee grounds are black and this blog is about Black Friday. Keep up.

I do look forward to Mexican Monday. Everyday items that are super useful will be 75% off. Things like rope, wall climbing shoes, snorkels, floaties, border patrol uniforms, anti-Trump bumper stickers, and other border crossing essentials. Obviously I’m joking, but if big business thought they could make a profit exploiting it, the “big guy” would make it happen as long as he gets his 10%. Insert Vice President awkward cackle laugh here. Don’t look South stupid, just sign off on sending 40 billion tax dollars to Ukraine so they can protect their border. If you question that logic you are a racist.

Some people enjoy the chaos of Black Friday. I’m not one of them, but I will say please be careful and polite. No amount of savings is worth someone getting hurt or killed. Remember that we are all “humans” so be kind to one another. If you can’t follow that rule stay home.

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24
Nov
22

UnThankful

By Bucktown 1 Comment
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Turkey Day. Family. Being thankful. I drove to Alabama yesterday which sucked. Too many other drivers on the road. I wish I could just zap them all to disappear like ships in the Bermuda Triangle. For the record, I hate people.

I say blah to Thanksgiving. We pass it over and head straight to Christmas anyway. Some say it is racist. A racist holiday to spend time with your loved ones and take a day to express your thankfulness for all the blessings in your life. When you explain it like that, it makes total sense. Stupid racist Thanksgiving people. I say we switch it up from now on.

Take this Thursday in November to be a selfish prick. Eat all you want, diets be darned, and fall asleep with your pants unbuttoned with the NFL games playing on TV. Make it 24 hours of all about you time. Thankful. Not today.

Instead of being thankful one day a year, how about we be thankful 364 days a year. Take the one day to hate on everyone, get drunk on wine all day, and eat a huge meal you most likely did not pay for or help prepare. Don’t thank the cooks. Eat with your hands after 7 tequila shots while cursing in front of the kiddos. I just described every holiday of my 20’s…

I just find it fake. It is like 9-11 when you post a “never forget” meme, but forget about it the next day. Did you donate to a fund to help first responders with illnesses directly from being at ground zero??? I’m making a point. I’m so “thankful” today. Tomorrow AM I will be complaining that I don’t have as big of a TV as my neighbor and that is society’s fault. My neighbor works overtime while I spend my free time drinking beer and smoking weed, but it is not fair he/she has a nicer car than I do.

Okay I’ve beat you up enough. You don’t need a holiday to be thankful and appreciate the blessings you currently have. You can start by no longer measuring your happiness with things. Happiness is a choice, an emotion that cost no money, and if you don’t have a lot of it the only person to blame is yourself. Be accountable for you and own your choices. Best part of that is every single day you can wake up and make new choices. Choose to read a book, take a class, call an old friend, end a feud with a loved one, or anything. Pick someone and do a kind thing for them randomly.

About a year ago I decided to send my niece handwritten letters for fun. Getting mail as a 7 year old is a pretty big deal. It takes 5 minutes to write up a message and maybe $.50 for a stamp. I wait for no holiday or birthday. I just do it. I put some cheap stickers in it and I’m told the excitement is massive when it shows up. I’ve gotten a couple letters in return, and it is pretty exciting to see a crayon colored butterfly mixed in with credit card offers and hospital bills. I’m thankful for those butterflies every time I open the fridge. Best art in my home.

My overall point is this. Make every day of your life Thanksgiving. Appreciate the blessings you have right now. A wife, girlfriend, kids, friends, family, food, clothes, shelter, neighbors, and all the rest. I come across a lot of unthankful people everyday and honestly it makes me sad. Negative energy is contagious. Here is a mind blowing thought. Positive energy is also contagious. What do you want to be known for??? If you want things to be different in the future change the decisions you make today.

I truly hope all of you have blessed day with friends and family.

Love Who You Are Today, Tomorrow is Not Guaranteed.

FknBucky

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18
Nov
22

Have some Class

By Bucktown 4 Comments
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Good Morning. I’m short on time, but not short on message. I watched the Packers lose last night for the 7th time this year and like everyone I was disappointed. Very very disappointed. Not with the team, but the fans that were in attendance for the game. When I heard the “boos” draining down on the home team because a play didn’t go your way>> What a bunch of whiny little pricks. Oh no, we have a losing season for the first time in what 15 years?? The players get paid millions Bucky so I can treat them like crap.

No they don’t and a person with character would never boo the home team over something so petty. The big names make millions, but a large number of players still make a few hundred grand a year. Yes that is a lot to many of us, but they earn it putting on a show for us every Sunday or in this case Thursday. Yes this team needs to work out the mistakes and timing, but to rain down the boos on National TV was a disgrace.

Rodgers was off and missed some throws. It happens. For the last 25 years the Packers have had a wonderful run with the Brett Farve era and then moving right into the Aaron Rodgers time. I mean look at Detroit. That is a team and fan base that has learned to lose every year over and over and over and over and over….. You could just go west and become a purple loving %#&*%^&#%*$*(#(#*&#^&&@#^!!!!! If you do this stay there. Stupid Vi-Queens..

I don’t have a ton of time today so this one is short. It is okay the message is clear. Have some class in life. Stand up tall and take the L like a ma…. I’m not going to be sexist today. Take the L like a stand up citizen. These players were out in 25 degrees and played their heart out. Here is a little thought for you. The other team gets paid to win too.

Have fun in life. Go to the game and appreciate it for what it is. An experience to come together as a community to support the home team. The outcome of the game is what it is. The players and coaches are the only ones with any control on that. You screaming “RUN THE BALL” from seat L420E doesn’t matter and will make zero difference.

Next time you buy tickets leave the “boos” at home, but bring the booze for the tailgate party. Please like and share, give 5 stars, or make a comment. 2023 will be a big year for the blog with your help. I can’t do it alone.

Go Pack Go!!

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16
Nov
22

Take Notice

By Bucktown 3 Comments
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In my head I’m like why haven’t you been writing more. I wanted to follow up the other one the next day, but things just got busy. Then got busy again. Days go by so darn fast. I’m in Durham, NC at my favorite hotel at this time. It is a new AC and the rooms are perfect. I drove an extra eight miles just so I could stay here. The staff knows Annabel and I now so it is nice to come in the front door and see a friendly face. I have a rule about talking with people. The front desk guy, I want to remember his name, the guy taking care of a parking lot, and the maintenance crew at my apartment building. Well the current crew are not super observant. I had water all over my hallway and reported it. I got an email telling me it is the washing machine so it is my problem to deal with. They bought the washer so….. Yeah. I also thought there is no way. I got home and looked at it. The area around the washer was dry, but the hot water heater in the closet next door was in a pond. There was a frog. Some tadpoles and the Mexican kid next door asked if I would let him catch some catfish. I’m just kidding. He isn’t Mexican.

There was a bar we liked to go to prior to COVID stupidity. It was a very popular spot and the parking lot always filled up early. Every time I went there I talked to the parking guy. He had 3 kids and that was his 2nd job to make enough money to take care of them. In the cold, the rain, the heat, humidity, or whatever else there was he was sitting there protecting the parking lot. Not to mention the jerks that said bad things to him cause they didn’t get a parking spot. Like somehow it was his fault. I could relate. I know what it is like to have more bills than money, I know what it is like to be hungry or eat the same thing for a week (Ramen) before payday. Guess who always got a parking spot. No matter how full that lot was he saw me coming picked up the cone so I could drive in and then told the D-Bag driving his Range Rover to keep going. Sorry a Range Rover jerk cut me off today so I hate those cars tonight.

I went to book my hotel and it was full. I called and asked the kid who answered if they had any accessible rooms available. He put me on hold. I only give about 30 seconds to hold. I got a life to live. Don’t expect me to sit around waiting for you to get to me. I’m FknBucky. I wait for none. Plus I knew if I called after 3, Zach would be working, and he gets it done. They are booked full he told me, and then said hang on. I gave him a few extra seconds. Sure enough my usual room (No you don’t get to know the number) would be ready when I arrived. The rate online is $171, but I paid $125. I always say “be kind to people”, treat everyone with respect (because they deserve it until they prove otherwise), and slow down sometimes. Notice people that you may have looked past in prior days. Your life will improve over night, you will be happier, and you’ll be a great role model for the kids watching you.

I feel better. I have this wheelchair I picked up from a Veteran that has a broken bracket. I usually put these on, but sometimes the VA uses an outside vendor. I have no choice, but they put this bracket on incorrectly. I thought it was a couple bolts and done, but once I started looking close at it I realized I had to take it all apart and start over. I spent 4 hours jacking around with it. The first couple trying to fix it without doing a whole rebuild. Waste of time. I could have added the bolts and it would work for a while, but I can’t do that. That voice in my head says “Don’t you cut corners Bucky” which is simply the way I’ve been programmed.

Not sure what to call this blog. Maybe we can use this to be a reminder telling us to be kind to one another. You don’t know what someone’s past is. The hardships at home that a co-worker never talks about. You just never know. A moment in my life that I will never forget was an afternoon in Solana Beach. I got off on Lomas Sante Fe rd and there is always traffic in Cali. I was 8 cars back when the light turned green and the lead car didn’t move. After a few seconds I was screaming I would kill their children like any sane person would do. I mean three seconds at a green light. Everyone was honking, yelling, and threatening. I was 8th in line so unless they had a huge litter of children I wasn’t going to get one. I was mad at that as well. People started going around them. The reality was it was only a 10 second delay, but hey don’t put me on hold with your car either!! As I passed the stopped car my heart dropped. I will never forget the image. Ever. The driver was maybe 25 and I would guess her Mom was in the passenger seat. Both of them were sobbing. Not crying. Sobbing. Whatever news they just got destroyed them. I instantly became very ashamed at myself. 10 seconds and I lose my mind. Clearly they lost someone very close.

Slow down and take the time to talk with someone you normally do not. That good feeling you get is addicting. Be kind to the world and your life will improve.

Love Who you Are Today —- Tomorrow is not guaranteed.

FknBucky

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