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22
Jan
22

Find Some Beauty

Happy Saturday friends. I woke up to 2” of snow again here in Charlotte. It is actually kind of fun and with my ”Companion” power add on I was able to take the same route as most days to walk the pup. She loves the snow. It is fun to watch her. Some of my friends made fun of me for buying her little boots to wear, but all of those friends will now have a rash because I paid a witch doctor to put a curse on them. The truth is who gives a shit what other people think. I’ve spent most of my life not giving an F. Without boots Annie is outside for maybe 5 min, but with them we spent almost an hour outside. She was happy. My face and hands have permanent frostbite and there is a good chance I’m actually frozen to my wheelchair. Dog is stoked though. If worrying about what others think makes you have a miserable 5 minute session in the snow compared to a super fun almost hour in the snow then it would seem an easy choice is upon you.

The other night I found some slushy ice in my apartment parking lot. It was in a part that gets very little sunlight and a good 4’ wide section behind the cars parked there. I was able to ”fishtail” my wheelchair using the scooter wheel thing. It was around 9 PM and I was laughing my ass off. It was so much fun. I turned around and did it again, and again, and again. I finally stopped when I went a little to far and almost flipped out of my chair. I was still laughing though. I’m sure people watching me do this think I’m insane, but I’m used to that.

I am not sure what I want to flip this all into. Getting around in a wheelchair with ice/snow,sleet is not easy. It would be very easy to allow this ruin my day, but I don’t. Why would I allow something I have zero control over ruin my attitude for the day?? I believe we all need to ask ourselves that question. It is okay to smile when the world is crumbling around you. It is okay to love someone full of hate. It is okay to forgive someone without making them feel like complete crap first. The world is full of beauty. It is everywhere. You just have to look for it.

The world is also full of crap. Loads of it. For some reason humans choose to see this world on a daily basis and I don’t understand why. They listen to the crap spewed out on TV. The pandemic, the evil republicans/democrats, the never ending drama, and all the other BS you allow into your head. This next sentence is important so pay attention. Make the choice to see the beauty all around you. Actively look for it instead of jumping on top of the first pile of crap you see. You don’t get it Bucky. There is nothing beautiful in my life. I don’t believe that simply because you are there, you are beautiful, and if you can’t see the beauty then create it.

When you create something beautiful the world gets a little bit better. Then next person that comes into that space will not focus on the pile of crap, but they will see you, the beauty that you are, and focus on the beauty you manifested. They will add to it. Creating a bigger beauty and soon with enough people the pile of crap will no longer exist. Don’t worry about what others are thinking. Be yourself, be kind to others, and actively work to make the world better every single day. When you do this I promise your life will change, the people around you will change, and this is how we change the world.

Don’t wait for someone else to do it. Stop fearing what other people will think. Be silly. Smile and wear the booties. Do some fishtailing in your wheelchair. Train yourself to see the beauty and not focus on the crap.

FknBucky

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13
Apr
21

Farming is the Life for ME!!

Dog week. I’m stuck in a Marriott tonight. My home away from home most of the time. I spend a lot of time in hotels so I pick Marriotts. They all have good and bad parts about them. I will say that I mysteriously got another free night added to my account about a week after I wrote that blog and had the fighting with them. I’ll take it, but I’m still mad at them. Honeymoon is over. I am however in room 130 at my favorite Courtyard. The one that they renovated and then set up how I asked them too. Still kinda surprised they actually put the stripper pole in, but I do spend a lot of money at Marriotts. I also spend money at the nudie bar. Now I can do both at the same time. I dare you to say you hate America. Not on my watch hippie.

None of that first paragraph had a dang thing to do with a dog. Awesome. I had intentions to get there, but stripper pole popped in the mind. All down hill from there. For the record I’m kidding. I don’t spend lots of money on Marriott. Sorry Mom. So I got to thinking about different dog stories I could use for tonight and about 3 minutes before I started typing I thought about the dogs we had on the farm. Some of you may know that I grew up on a dairy farm in Nothern Wisconsin. I did go to high school in Iowa, but until I was 12 years old I scooped poop everyday. Cow poop, calf poop, pig poop, My own poop, and the best part was even after doing it all day, the next day there was all new poop to scoop. So awesome.

Those cows were work. Milking every morning and every evening. I used to get up early with my sister and Mom to go do the morning milking before school. I’d head to school for some learning, my daily beat down from classmates as I was not cool and smelled like poop, only to come home and milk cows again. The next time your kid complains about taking the trash out, I need you to calmly walk up to them, and then punch them in the face. Twice. Once is boring and sends the wrong message. Two times lets them know you really freaking mean it. I don’t have kids so obviously my parental skills are perfect. Remember that.

Dogs. Okay. Fine. Stop whining. We had German Shepherds growing up. The first one I remember is Mickey. That dog was awesome. She knew where each cow was supposed to be. When the cows came in for milking they have assigned parking spots and when a cow went to the wrong one Mickey was there to help get her straight. You know these were working dogs that didn’t come in the house ever. It is a different kind of relationship with a dog like that compared to a Murphy or Annabel. Working dogs like Mickey are more like a co-worker. They have a job to do as a protector, referee (keeping cows in line), and command a type of respect that is admirable. Nobody would mess with us kids when Mickey and later Smokey were around. Our next dog was named Smokey because she would steal Dad’s Camel cigarettes and smoke them behind the barn. Oh shoot, my bad, that was Jeremy.

No Smokey was named that because she was a gray color. Hey I know a kid that had a Dalmatian named Spotty so don’t give me a hard time. You know who you are Weaver!! Ha. One way to find out if he reads this blog. I also had a pig that I named Miss Piggy. It was a boy pig. Ha. Just kidding. I only name girl dogs boy dog names. Ever wonder how Murphy got her name?? I plead the fifth. As a kid it is often very difficult to appreciate just how special somethings are simply because it is all you know. Those farm dogs were pretty amazing.

I’m very curious if any of you have a cool working dog story. I don’t think I remember any specific story about either of those dogs, but that’s okay. Please let me know if you do as I’d love to hear it. So remember Dogs are like stripper poles. It doesn’t matter where they are, they are always awesome.

Be kind to a dog today. Extra walk, extra treat, or just one more belly rub. They are worth it.

FknBucky

P.S. FknBucky shirts were officially ordered today. I have a couple of cool ideas for them so please be patient. Most likely around Mid-May I will be reaching out to all of you to make sure you have the newest coolest shirt just in time for Summer!! A little teaser. More info coming soon!!




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