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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
Feb
25

STRAPPED UP!!

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6:37 is what the clock said when I looked at it. DANG IT is what I said. Yoga starts at 7 AM and I was going to be late. Annie looked at me with drowsy eyes that said stop moving around I’m trying to sleep here. Nothing like waking up in a hotel, late, and then trying to rush out the door for a yoga session across town. Sounds like familiar territory in my life as rushing is something I’ve become accustomed to. This darn wheelchair makes everything take much longer, but such is life.

Even with hitting every single red light on the way there, I arrived at 7:06 AM, and class was in session as I rolled thru the door. Luckily it is a cozy yoga studio with great people that are happy to see an extra face awake and joining them for the early morning namaste. Class itself was perfect although 17 minutes in, I realized I have a lot to learn about yoga still. I do a session on my own daily and it is clear my form along with my timing is crap compared to what it is when I attend classes. I’m paralyzed from the chest down and have figured out how to do yoga, so what is your excuse again??

My body is a million times better off and I have so much LESS pain when I do yoga daily. A testimonial you didn’t ask for and I didn’t plan on making. Third paragraph is when I usually pivot to talk about what I actually had in mind. Today is no different. I was cleaning up the blocks and straps I used for the past hour. Well 54 minutes if you want bring up old shit about me being late. Moonbeam (yoga coach) grabbed the blocks from me and said she would be back for the strap. I take no orders and decided to take care of the strap myself. I carefully rolled it up tight so it would sit nicely in the strap box. Seems like a pretty boring event right?? WRONG!

I rolled that strap up perfectly. Wasn’t mine. No fee to just throw it in the box. I mean it isn’t Blockbuster and it wasn’t a VHS tape. This took more of my precious time to roll it up with no real benefit to me. Why do it Bucky??

Well….. I don’t do things half assed. Ever. Not even a stupid strap after yoga. If you can’t do tiny little tasks with precision, how or why would anyone trust you to do big tasks perfectly? It is a mind set and I see many people in this world that don’t have it or refuse to use it. How do you tackle inconsequential projects throughout the day?? Do you put care into them and pay attention or simply throw whatever into the box while thinking about that TV show you watch that no one else cares about?

Success is in the details. I didn’t roll that strap up for the yoga studio. I did it for myself. It is a form of intangible character that one must possess to have a successful happy life in my opinion. Pay attention to the small things and the larger problems in life become much easier to overcome. Look at what you are doing and think “how can I do it better?” Once the answer becomes “no possible way to do this better”, you will have mastered the task and just might unlock the door to a fulfilling life in the process.

Namaste

FknBucky

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03
Jan
23

Perfectly Imperfect

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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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27
Feb
21

Poop Bag Character

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I am a student of life. I’m amazed at the behavior of people and wonder about how they can be so lazy when it comes to thinking of others above themselves. I witness dozens of interactions every week that could go so much better if people simply took a moment to see how they can make the world better with a simple action. I do my best to think about other people and actively look to find a way I can do something for them making the world a tiny bit better. You don’t have to be Oprah and give everyone a free car to do something life changing for a stranger.

The other day I took Annabel out for a long walk. I usually take about 5 poop bags with me. Trust me this puppy is healthy and like her human Dad completely full of shit. Ha. Figured I’d get a ahead of that one. No softballs here buddy. I don’t usually need that many, but I would rather have extra than not enough. Old lessons from living on the farm. Always take an extra one or two because the one time you need them, you’re going to be real glad you did. I usually bag up the Annie treasures and then leave them on a corner or place I know I’m coming back to. No need to carry a poop bag around. On the way home after doing our laps thru the neighborhood I can grab all the bags and put them into the trash can.

The trash can is a dog poop station if you will. A pole with a trash can and the top of it has poop bags for people that don’t bring one with them. I always take them with me from my home and refill at the drop off, but hey I’m smart. So this particular day I made my deposit and noticed there were no more bags for other people. Not my problem right?? I turned and started rolling away, but that voice in my head said “You can do better Bucky.” The voice was right and I could do better. I had two unused bags in my pocket. I turned around and put those two bags in the empty box so that the next two people would have a bag. I was able to help two random people, but more importantly I was able to help keep my environment clean of dog poop.

It took almost no effort from me, no one would know what I did (until I share it here), and it helped someone else be a responsible person and pick up after their dog. I share because it really is that easy to be a good person. I hope that you go out and actively LOOK for places to make a positive difference in your neighborhood. People see you doing good things and it is contagious. I need no praise or someone to say good job, but what does make me feel proud is when others follow my lead. That means I’m doing my job as a human. This reminds me of a time I was dropping the nephews off at the airport.

We were checking in at the main area when some how the box of luggage tags got knocked over and spilled everywhere. I didn’t do it so it wasn’t my problem. I mean they have people that work there so I could just ignore it and go on with my life. Who cares if the line is super long and the guy behind the counter is doing all he can to move people thru faster. Now he has to pick up all these luggage tags while I watch. We both know that isn’t what happened. Actually my nephew set his bag down and started to pick them all up. Organizing them to go back into the box like they were supposed to and I could not have been prouder of that kid. Without prompting he simply did what was right and kind. Remember someone is always watching what actions you take. I hope you set a good example.

I have another person I used to know back in my snowboarding days that told me a story about how he found a wallet while out walking with his daughter. He bragged to me that it had a couple hundred dollars in it which he kept and then threw the wallet into a trash can. He justified his actions by saying the guy gave him a dirty look while he parked his car. I have no idea why this individual thought I would be impressed by his crap story. It makes me sad because this young lady is learning wrong and her Dad is a D-Bag thief. He had such an opportunity to show his daughter how to be the bigger person (if you believe dirty look story, which I do not), how to do the right thing, and let her experience the feeling a person gets when they do the right thing. If you don’t feel shame when keeping the wallet that makes me even sadder.

So don’t sit back and wait for this perfect moment to do something kind. Look for those moments. Seek them out, experience the feeling you get when doing something kind, and become addicted to that feeling. Trust me you are not that busy, you are not that important, and you are robbing yourself every day you put off doing the random acts of kindness. Like just about everything it isn’t only about you. By being lazy you are most likely robbing someone that looks up to you the lesson of being kind simply because it makes you a better person, a person of integrity, and a person of good character. Don’t rob kids of that lesson.

Do kind things. It really is that simple.

FknBucky

15
Feb
21

CRIKEY

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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

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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

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