spider | FknBucky

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.

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blond with bulldog

Yesterday I described a teachable moment I had with my nephew about why sometimes adults make kids do things that they don’t want to, starting with something simple like eating a spoonful of beans. The world is a funny place sometimes, and in my experience, everything just works out if you’re patient and let it.

The next day after our “bean talk” the nephews and I were getting ready to take Murphy to the park. By ready I mean I was in my car, AC running, and about to pull out of the parking lot. This is the male version of ready, not the female version where almost ready means still have to shower and do hair/make-up, BUT she does have the outfit picked out.

Now the nephew for the week prior to this moment had bonded with an upstairs neighbor who happened to have a bulldog. He loves bulldogs and was very sweet on the cute blond owner as well. He is a good nephew. The cute blond comes up to my window and asks if I’ve seen the maintenance men. Something is obviously bothering her. I tell her no, roll my window up, and drive away as fast as possible.

That wasn’t true. I told her no, and then asked what the problem was. There was a spider in her bathroom. She needed to get ready for work, but as we know most women don’t like to share a bathroom with creepy crawly things. For the record NEITHER do I. The nephew hates them as well, but he really liked the blond and the bulldog. Real pickle for the young man now. Hence another teachable moment.

I tell bean boy to get my chair and let the blond know I’ll come up to see if I can help. Between you and I, I wanted to grab my 12 gauge and just pump five shots thru the bathroom door before I enter, but that isn’t very manly. Darn testosterone. The nephew comes with knowing as I do battle with the spider he gets to flirt with the blond. I’ve taught that kid too much I’m starting to realize as I put this story down on paper.

scary spider

I enter the apartment, look to my right, and see the bathroom. Blondie points and says “it’s in there on the counter by my jewelry stand.” I go in and close the door so that no one can see the EWWWW face I make once I find this spider. And then it happens. I see the Count Dracula of spiders!! It had fangs, mean eyes, and 47 legs. It used to have 48 but lost one battling a tank in WW2. I’m thinking what the beep did I get myself into. My first thought was, offer the boy to this creature as a sacrifice, and get out of there. Then I thought about those darn beans. Me and my big mouth.

I made eye contact and it snarled at me. Not willing to back down I said “Hello kind sir, sorry to bother you.” I was using an ancient orient distraction technique while grabbing some toilet paper known as “grabbing some toilet paper to kill spider.” It worked. He never saw it coming, well until he did, and then I had to chase that sucker all around the counter top praying it didn’t fall in my lap. That would have resulted in me squealing like a 7 year old girl, urination of my pants, and NEVER making eye contact with the blond neighbor again.

Luckily that didn’t happen and I killed the spider. For you ladies yes, I could feel him squish as I, just kidding. Of course, I teased the blond and told her that I got spider parts all over her jewelry because that is what guys do. It is our reward for coming to the rescue. Plus, I just really like to mess with people. She was very grateful and repeatedly said thanks while bean boy and I made our exit.

On the way back down I asked him “do you think I wanted to come up here and kill that spider?”

He said “No, but sometimes men have to do things they don’t want to.”

Funny how the world will present opportunities for us if we just take the time to recognize them.

Enjoy your day.

FknBucky

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