Posts Tagged ‘Memories

25
Sep
24

The Sun

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Ahhhh the sun. My favorite part of the solar system. Without it we would not exist. Nothing. No trees, no animals, no flowers, no dogs, no cats, no traffic, no wait maybe we should, nope bad idea, and with that sentence I hope you can now appreciate the sun just a little more everyday. Stop letting the wussies tell you what to do and spend the day in the sun without sunscreen. Trump says Drill baby drill, well I say BURN baby burn!!! Let that skin sizzle to really make you feel alive.

Okay that is stupid. Wear sunscreen and if you listen to me and complain later, I will personally fly to your home, hold you softly while stroking your hair, tell you it will be okay, and then I’ll kill you. And your family. Okay. Back to happy sun thoughts. I do yoga while walking Annie everyday. I throw the frisbee until she needs a break and then I’ll do my stuff. Today while doing my routine in hotel parking lot I let the sun soak into my face for a moment. I had my eyes closed and just concentrated on breathing. In a moment I was transported back to La Jolla living on Wind-n-Sea beach with the waves crashing on the beach. It was actually a black Escalade trying to ram me out of the way. Um, never close your eyes for extended periods of time in hotel parking lots.

It reminded me of the incredible strength of memories. You work all year and then take a week in the mountains, a deep sea fishing trip, or a hiking trip in Utah to appreciate the beauty of that state. If you’ve never been to Utah I suggest you fix that right now. My real point is never underestimate the power of memories. I’m able to overcome the hardest moments in life by remembering the best of times I’ve had with people I adore and love. I’ve lost touch with many friends over the years, I’ve fallen out with some of them, and sadly some are with God way too early, but I’m able to remember them all just like it was yesterday. I let the sun shine on my face (eyes closed, I’m not Trump) with its warmth reigniting the memories I’ve stored in my cold storage thought freezer. I just made that up, but I like it.

Here is my point today which is similar to the points I make every time I write. LIVE YOUR LIFE. Make the memories. Don’t skip out on fun. It matters. MAKE time to be with the people you love right now. They might not be there when you have more money, more time, more vacation time, or whatever other excuse you allow yourself to use. Think about that. I do sometimes. Not to the point where it hurts, but remind yourself that life is short and you have to enjoy every moment starting right freaking now.

I hope that is blunt enough for you. What do you think about when you let the heat from the sun microwave your memory bank?? A trip?? A moment with your girl? Your guy?? Your kids?? I’ll be honest I thought about the beach in La Jolla as I already mentioned and…. I thought about a time when a friend and I stood atop Copper Mountain about to drop into Gaveling Gulch. We both smiled and yelled “We are going to remember this shit for the rest of our Eff’ing lives!!” We were not wrong. I remember the drop, the massive snow cloud I created when I landed, every turn on the way down, and high fiving Rob at the bottom. A Jeep Cherokee slammed on the brakes, went sideways stopping, and with the tires screeching the driver screamed at us “HOW WAS IT??” I smiled and knew I had just experienced something very special.

I love that feeling. I’ve done many crazy awesome things in my life and I have no plans to stop anytime soon. Driving the other day I remembered flying around in a helicopter over Hawaii and smiled because it was flipping cool. I spent the night in Saint Moritz, eating at a fine dining restaurant with the owner of the hotel, and my date was Miss Thailand. I’ve traveled, I’ve laughed, I’ve loved, I’ve made many friends, and I cherish those memories more than any dollar I’ve ever earned. On my deathbed I will not be talking about how much money I have in a bank account, how many stocks I have, or how much property I own. No. I will smile and talk about the great possessions I have. Memories.

Go make some.

FknBucky

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23
Jul
24

I wish I was your lover

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DAMN! I wish I was your lover…..

What a song. Brought back some great memories the other day from a time that seems like yesterday, but I realize it was almost 30 years ago. Some of the girls I went to school with would say “Damn” and then I would sing (very very poorly) the “wish I was your lover” part. It became a thing and truth be told I’m not sure how it started. I think it was because I had a huge crush on one of them, but some secrets are meant to be kept…..

Grandpa was right. Go read a few blogs back if you don’t know the reference. I’m happy for those moments, those times when a song comes on the radio and I’m immediately transported back to a particular night or memory that makes me smile. I’m lucky enough to still have a memory after my 20’s so I count that in the blessing column for sure. We all have bad moments in life and that is perfectly natural so embrace them. Understand that they will pass. This year has been a freaking crazy one for me, but seeing a post on FB about a song melted all the hardship away in a moment. I smiled and life was good again.

A song on the radio. A car driving by. A shirt you see. An old picture in a box you find. A city. I have all of these things and more that remind me of amazing moments I’ve had in life. It isn’t luck they happened, these moments were made possible by showing up to the party, saying yes to that voice in my head, and simply putting myself out there. It is important to encourage the kids around you (your own kids, nieces and nephews, step kids, random D-Bag kid that keeps walking on your yard) to take the chances needed to make these special memories. We all see what happens when kids are isolated.

Sanitarium by Metallica and Damn, I wish I was your lover (kinda forgot about that one….). Chevy Lumina (couple of them). Obviously seeing anyone in a FknBucky shirt!! I have hundreds of pictures in boxes. ROME. These are just some of the special memories that I keep in my head to make me smile when I need it the most. When you have a tough time happening take a minute to go back to one of your special moments and simply smile. I promise whatever hardship won’t seem so hard when you look back at it.

FknBucky

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14
Aug
13

Thanks for the memories..

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ImageSadness.  It is an emotion we all experience sooner, later, and it sucks.  It usually has no warning and hits us extremely hard.  So hard it can take days, weeks, even years to fully recover from some of the pains/scars it leaves on your heart.   The more we put ourselves out there, more enjoyable moments we have, you learn these sad moments will find you.  For to be sad, you must first have the incredible joy of knowing a person, pet, or thing that brought great joy to your life.  The sadness comes when you realize they are gone, but the memories we make with them always last forever.  

 

It is those moments of great joy/humor that are best remembered, kept close, and forever cherished.  In the time after losing someone close we must remind ourselves that although the pain is great, it was the fun times we were so lucky to have with them, that causes us to experience grief.  Without the fun, no one would be missed.  Thank God for those moments of joy as they are never long enough, we can never get enough of them, but make no mistake this guy will keep creating happy memories until the piper demands payment.

 

I will never forget an awesome moment with Valerie.  She was only 5 or 6 years old and already a special person in my life.   As a daily visitor to the Schneiders/Wendt household I would take great pleasure in picking on her and Stephen.  The smiles and warm embraces I would get when I saw them proves they hated every second of this “torture”.

 

Micheal and I used to flip them off and then laugh when they returned the gesture.  I’m sure LuAnn and Kit were very pleased with us (Mike’s fault) teaching the rug rats these types of things, but kids will be kids.  Once Valerie started kindergarden, Mike & I would see her in the lunch room having her afternoon snack with milk.  Hiding behind the wall we would say “Psss” until she looked over and then flip her off. 

 

The agony of knowing we would tease her later if she didn’t return the gesture versus the knowing she would get into “big” trouble if caught returning the finger, was extremely humorus to us.  Finally in an act of desperation she held one little hand up to shield the other from her teacher.  Slowly that middle finger came up along with a incredible look of satisfaction and very mischievous grin.  A couple of high school kids had just been put into their place by a six year old having milk and cookies.  Mad respect was given at that moment.

 

Upon hearing about the tragic accident Saturday I was crushed like many of you.  It isn’t fair, not right, and the bastards that did it deserve to be hung.  As much as we torture those men, it won’t change the outcome of what has already happened.  The courts and laws will have their day.  Please don’t dwell on what will happen to them as the anger will only act as an anchor dragging you down to places you never intended to be.

 

There is a time to mourn, a time to be sad, to reflect and hold those most affected by the loss of such a great person.  Don’t forget to take that time and really embrace it, but remember it too shall pass.  No one I’ve known would ever want any of “us” to stop making great happy memories together; to be their legacy.  Nope, we all want to be remembered smiling, and taking that big step to flip off two idiots behind a wall is a great way to do it.

 

I love you Valerie, and you will be very missed.  Thank you for the memories. 

 

Bucky.

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