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11
Mar
25

Perfect

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What is up?? Let’s get right into today. Being the best. I strive for it in everything I do. I’ve had many people tell me that I’m the type of person that is good at everything I do. Maybe not riding motorcycles, but we can all agree that day sucked. I do however take pride in my work, my play, my ability to think, and all the other things that come about in my life. I believe everyone should think this way. They should take pride in their work, their marriage, their kids, their home, and their body. Ahhh you knew I was going to get there.

I’m on this health kick if you haven’t noticed. My perfection can become a downfall and I have to take notice before it starts to chip away at the progress I have made. I have this tick in my brain that wants all of my activities to be the absolute best every single time, but that has created a mountain that can’t always be climbed. In fact it stops me from even putting on my climbing shoes. I somehow decide if I can’t do it perfectly, I should just not do it. Sounds kinda stupid once I type it out.

I want the weight loss. I want the energy. I want to feel good about myself. I think about working out, but then I have thoughts like I’m tired, I’m not feeling that awesome, I’m this/I’m that, or I’m just being a pansy. If I can’t do my workout like a beast then I should just wait until I feel better. That is quitter mentality. The truth is right there in front of me, but I’m not wanting to see it. This week has been a hard one, but I pushed thru and learned a very important lesson.

Who cares. Who cares if I’m not 100% into the workout every single day. What matters is I complete it. Maybe it takes an extra 22 minutes. Maybe I have to take an extra break here and there. The importance is that I simply DO IT. The mental win is better than “killing it”. My heart fills up with self pride every time I finish no matter how much time it took or how I looked doing it. I know I took another step up that mountain and nobody can stop me from completing the climb. Nobody, but myself that is.

We’ve all heard the slogans. Just do it. Never give up. Keep trying. Blah blah blah. It is all crap if you don’t put your shoes on. If those slogans worked every American would be in shape right now. It is hard to do what I’m currently doing. Way harder than I originally thought, but I don’t care how difficult it is. I’m going to succeed. I weighed myself today and I’m down 8 lbs in a month. I wish it was more, but that will come.

Perfection is the goal, but I had to learn that the path leading to it is filled with imperfections. That is a very deep sentence so instead of telling you to read it again, I’m going to type it out again.

Perfection is the goal, but I had to learn that the path leading to it is filled with imperfections.

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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16
Apr
21

Take a Moment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FknBucky

11
Apr
21

Barry to the rescue!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FknBucky

01
Mar
21

Left Out….

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Monday. I hope everyone is excited to tackle a new week. If you find yourself dreading the work week then it is time to start looking at how to make some changes. I’m going to say some mind blowing stuff right now so hang on tight. YOU ONLY GET ONE LIFE. One. As in ONE. Here is the real kicker. None of us know how long the ride last. Due to ZERO fault on your part, your life could be done in a few hours. A few days. Heck a few years. I was blessed in the fact that I understood this at an early age. I didn’t give a F&$# what people thought about me because I woke up everyday ready to do life the way I wanted. Mind you I didn’t steal things because thieves are scum and I went out of my way to bring everyone along for the ride. I actively looked for the people usually left out so I could bring them in. I know that feeling of left out and it sucks. I truly believe you have to experience things to understand them. Maybe that is my life. I’m supposed to help others get off the bench and into the game of life. I don’t care what happens to me, I will never ride the pine.

I am reminded of a time back in the snowboarding days. Sorry I know I keep going back to this well, but I miss it. So much. Not being able to snowboard is the one thing that truly makes me so sad about the accident. It was mine. It was my meditation, my sanctuary, and my forever love. Only people that have lived that lifestyle understand how precious those moments are. I do remind myself I was lucky enough to have had the times I did. The friends that I made were more like family. We are all spread out now and most of them have kids, real jobs, and been domesticated as that is what you do. I do however know for a fact every once in a while they like me look to the sky and say a quiet thank you. We had those times that no one can ever take away from us. The flaming rail slides in my backyard, the Pantera mosh pit at 3 AM in the Leadville house, the first chair on powder days, the beers in the afternoon paid for by the green card, and the thousands of other memories I cherish. It was during this time a moment happened that I think of from time to time.

You don’t have to have special powers to be super hero to others. My real name is Allen. Some of you probably didn’t know that so boom mind blown moment. Many people ask me why the nickname Bucky. I almost never tell. The way it started was me seeing Bronson Pinchot on the Tonight show. He played Balki on the TV show perfect strangers. He said that the name Balki was a nickname he had been given while in elementary school. When asked why he got that nickname he smiled to himself and said no way was he telling. I never wanted to know something so badly. Hence from then forward I didn’t tell. Still don’t so if you are one of the trusted who know the secret, stay trusted and keep your mouth shut. The guessing is actually my favorite part. People come up with some wild stories. Makes me laugh.

There was a kid name Billy John Tom (BJT and absolutely not the real name) that worked at the mountain. He was a super nice kid, but he had a smell about him. I don’t know why and didn’t ask him. He had a massive heart and was down to help anyone anytime. I felt bad that he was alienated by his peers, but lucky for me I could help. I was popular. People looked up to me on the mountain. I’m not being arrogant just being real. I was good looking, confident, funny, and I was a pretty good snowboarder. I was also broke as F&$# every day so I had to be funny to get girls. My man BJT was not those things. Almost daily the subject of where Bucky came from would come up and people would make crazy guesses. Obviously none of them were close to the truth. It became more of a game than people actually wanting to know I believe, but again the mystery part of it made it fun.

One night after work I was having a few beers (like 40 probably) with a beautiful girl from Columbia (the Country), and my guy BJT was there. Maybe one day I’ll write a blog about the girl and her roommate. Or maybe not. The subject of the nickname came up and I decided right there I was going to tell BJT the truth. I asked him to keep it to himself which he did, but from that moment on he knew something nobody else did. He was “in” a small group and felt welcomed. He felt like he belonged. I am good at reading people and knowing (most times) what to say to make them feel better about themselves. First of all to do this you can’t lie. Whatever you tell someone to lift them up must be true or it will only cause more hurt. Lying is never the right option. I was still pretty young in those days, and I’m not sure what made me want to tell BJT the secret. I never regretted doing so.

He never told a soul what my secret was and I couldn’t buy a more loyal friend. He knew I didn’t have to tell him, but I did out of kindness and he appreciated it. I bet if I become famous and someone offered him $100,000 dollars to tell the story there is a good chance he would turn it down. Mainly because my other crap bag friends would do it for $11.47 which makes them pricks. The $.47 is a shout out to my favorite transgender friend that reads this blog.

Look for the person that feels left out and then find a way to get them in. It will make you feel great to do and just might change someone’s life in the process. You don’t know someone’s history and everyone at the end of the day simply wants to be part of the group, to be accepted, and just have friends. I’ve always told myself that I’ll be that friend and do all I can to make sure someone isn’t left out. You don’t have to travel around the globe to make a difference in the world. Sometimes you can make a difference in the room you’re currently standing in.

Do kind things.

FknBucky

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