Posts Tagged ‘travel

23
Jul
24

I wish I was your lover

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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13
Jul
24

into the deep

Happy Saturday. One heck of a year. This one won’t be forgotten so quickly by me. Crazy how fast they go by. I sat with my Grandfather when I was around 16 years old and we were talking about him turning 80 years old. He was very easy to talk to, but the conversations rarely got into the “deep” territory where true feelings were expressed. That is the only way I can describe it, but hopefully most of you will know what I mean. Oddly enough many years later I would talk with my Grandmother after Pa passed away and those conversations were almost always “deep” making our relationship very strong. Anyway

Talking with Pa that day he said something to me. He said “I remember being your age, then I blinked, and now I’m 80.” His voice trailed off at the end and he seemed to gaze at something not in the room, not in the field out of the window, not anywhere, but inside his mind. He was looking at his life. The timeline he created in 80 years and how quickly happened. Thing is I could see it. While he stared at it, I stared at him soaking in those words he had just said. I heard the message loud and clear that day. Enjoy it, don’t waste it, do right in it because the ride is short, and no matter how many tickets you acquire there is no do overs. You can’t buy another turn.

I died in early May. Died. My doctor told me if I wasn’t such a tough SOB I would certainly be dead. Let that soak in. I’m 45. I don’t want my ride to end. Whatever age you are go do that thing you dream about. What the F are you waiting for?? I have friends I haven’t seen in over a decade that mean the world to me. I can’t understand how that much time has gone by. I used to see some of these friends every single day and we swore life would never get that busy we’d let forever go by. It almost did. Instead of reading this you could be telling a story about some dumb crap I did one night. Plenty of those to choose from, but maybe one day people will talk about something wise I said that helped change their life. Maybe that can be today. Life is short.

People say it all the time, but you don’t hear them. You buy your 12 pack, drive home drinking the first one, and then drink the rest while complaining to your neighbor how you never get the opportunities other people do. Hmmm. They are at home reading books and making themselves better every night. Wanna travel, go! Wanna make more money, learn. Wanna have a family, stop doing anal. Ha. The world is there for the taking.

It won’t be easy. Making changes rarely is, but remember someday soon you will be 80 and it will be your turn to gaze out. What will you see?? What will be on that timeline??

FknBucky

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27
Jun
24

never ending stay…

Well….. I extended my vacation by another day. Apparently they want you to crop dust the halls after stealing a kidney, but call it passing gas to sound professional until….. I said “farting” a bunch. The doctor finally loosened up her stature, but not my bowels. TMI… I know, but I promised honesty on this blog so suck it up buttercups. By the way speaking of honesty it turns out I’m not gay. That t-shirt is a liar. My friend Nuisance (see what I did there….) told me to be sweet to the nurses, but have you ever heard of a 24 hour restraining order??? Me either. Who knew asking her if she wanted to stick around and snort some of my meds with me was such a big deal…….. A couple lines of stool softener makes for one heck of a story later.

The TV is crap. The channels are 74-1, 74-2, 74-3, and on and on. I don’t know what that means. I have watched two westerns about a guy killing other guys over a woman. Both of them, but different guys dying from another guy killing them. I think the woman might be my stuck up crazy nurse. She would drive anyone to do some killing. She happens to be one that watched on as the others killed me on my last stay here. No joke there. She is sticking with the panic/anxiety story saying “Well you have anxiety when you’re dying.”

I can’t think of a truer statement. Just remember if you check out from not being able to breathe with 93% of your lung filled with fluid, it is the panic that did it. Can’t believe I was so stupid to think otherwise.

My kidney drain.

Might be yet another day. Got an issue with the kidney drain, and I’m not kidneying around.

Thank for all the prayers. Keep them coming and please share the blogs. Some of your friends might not be on my friends list and should hear my life lessons in the blogs. Be kind to others, stop holding petty grudges, and if someone makes you mad – hit them in the face.

FknBucky

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12
Mar
21

Mom Whore

My Mom never misses a day of reading this blog. Sorry Mom, but I am out there defending your honor EVERY DAY!

It is Friday or maybe it isn’t. I don’t know what day you’ll read this. I hope you do read it though. I can be wrong at times and honestly I’m okay with that. If you’re never incorrect or on the wrong side of things you’re not trying enough. Failing or being wrong as just as important to being a good human as succeeding and being correct. Many times it is more important. Success is easy to accept. Defeat forces us back to the drawing board to analyze and then retry based on the lessons learned.

I drive a lot in my personal life and in my professional life. I see a lot of bad driving. Obviously it is always women doing the bad driving. Who’s idea was it to let women drive again??? Next we are going to let them vote. Oh man there is no coming back from that. See what I mean about mistakes??? Nobody gets it perfect the first time around, but we can learn and evolve as humans accepting we are incorrect about a certain way of thinking and then take steps to fix it. You can make new laws, but I will always believe you need to change a persons heart to measure true progress.

Back to the crap driving I see daily. I watch all the time people that refuse to let someone merge in front of them. It is true insanity. Blinkers used to mean you were going to travel from the lane you are currently in to the lane next to you. They do not mean this anymore. Now when you turn your blinker on you are calling the mother of the driver next to you a whore. I didn’t get that memo either. I had to figure it out. Now once the insult is fired off that driver is required to speed up not slow down so that you can not get into their lane. If they successfully block you from merging into that lane their mother is not a whore. Who knew?? Nobody tells you at the DMV either. I had to figure this whole system out on my own.

There is the flip back Mom whore maneuver that should not be attempted by a rookie. No this takes years of practice. This happens when the driver attempting the merge flips on blinker and starts the process. To perfectly execute this move you must still be one or more car links behind merging car. Once the blinker is engaged you must act quickly. First thing you do is floor it. Remember your mother was just called a whore by that blinker using bastard. While closing the gap and hopefully almost causing an accident (this means you’re doing it correctly) you start to lay on your horn. Very important to simply hold it down. If you only toot toot that is actually accepting the insult on your Mom. I know some of your Moms. You may want to practice the toot toot.

Now that your engine is red lining, your horn is blaring, you are ready for reverse Mom whore. This is you screaming at that other car while flailing your arms about to let them know you are legit crazy. They have no choice, but to turn that darn blinker off, and wait to insult someone else’s mother. Well done. Not only did you block the insult, but you threw it back over onto them. Sometimes this driver will actually toot toot to you accepting their Mother’s fate. The extra cherry on top is they miss their exit and have to drive an extra 7 miles. Don’t you worry about it though you’re on your way to a save the planet meeting addressing ways to cut back on needless use of fossil fuels. Go figure that one out.

Driving is true reflection of your inside character I believe. It is anonymous as nobody knows who you are unless your in a small town so you can do what ever you want with out having to answer for it. If you are a jerk it will show in the way you drive. If you don’t allow cars to merge in front of you for whatever reason you’re a Dick. Slow down and let the person in. I’m quite certain no one likes you and won’t mind if you are a few minutes late. They would probably rather you didn’t show up at all. Not only do you not let a car in, but you have to weave in and out of traffic to get ahead three spots before cutting across three lanes to take the next exit. All the cars that you practically hit weaving about pass you as you pull up to the red light on the exit ramp. The word stupid is way to kind for you. You are stupid squared. I’m going call you SQUPID. Honk again at me I dare you.

I could fill a dozen books with BS I see on the roads. I’m the guy that will let you in. I also leave space in between me and car in front of me so people can turn left while I’m at a stoplight. If I’m on a busy street I will not block traffic for 10 minutes waiting to turn left. Nope, I will go down, use the left turn lane at the stoplight that has a green arrow. Then I will do a U turn allowing me to come back and turn into the parking lot I wanted using a right turn. I added 45 seconds to my drive, but I didn’t back up traffic forever because I’m a SQUPID. Being kind has no off button. You can look for ways to be kind to other drivers. It isn’t hard.

The way we treat each other while controlling a 2 ton missile is disgusting. I swear some people do NOT want to live thru their commute. That is fine by me, but leave me and everyone else out of it. Speed up, pop a couple uppers or downers, turn your blinker on for an obscene amount of time while flying down the road and then go hit a tree. In this scenario I feel sorry for the tree.

Be kind to one another. You don’t have to follow someone home and wash their car to be kind. Just hit the brake a tad and let them merge in. In fact don’t follow people home. It isn’t as romantic a gesture as one might think. Cops, restraining orders, and the hassles.. That is what a friend told me 47 times. Only a percentage of you will get that joke and I’m okay with that.

I love my Moms. Yes I have more than one. I am so awesome one Mother’s love just wasn’t enough so God gave me another.

FknBucky

P.S. I am a master at the reverse Mom Whore so don’t even think about blinkering me.

01
Mar
21

Left Out….

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

16
Feb
20

Days

159337D3-4F9D-4F5B-A92C-598CCC5E6884Hello internet people.  It has been a while since I’ve shared with you.  I need to write more than I have been as I use it to get thoughts out of my head.  Right now I would like to share the way I think about days.  You see you only have so many days in your life.  I understood this at a very early age and decided to live my life accordingly.  I was having tea with my Grandfather when I was 15.  He was 80ish at this time and made the comment how he remembered being 15 like me, but then one day he woke up and was 80.  His voice trailed off as he said it and I understood at that exact moment how quickly life passes by.  I knew that I didn’t want to waste any days.

We all have no knowledge of what the future holds.  Will you live to be 80??  Will you die tomorrow in a car accident??  We all hope not, but either way we all die sometime which means you only have a set amount of days left.  What will you do with them???   Let’s use some easy numbers to drive my point home.   10,000 days is equal to around 27 years which puts me at 68 years old.  Still young to some and super old to others.  Okay now we have our days.

I want to ask a couple questions with the first being what did you do the last 10 days?? Did you work towards your goals???  Do you have goals??  Remember we only have 10,000 days to get it all done.  How many days did you lay on the couch all day??  How many did you chalk up to being a “bad day”??   Was it 2, 3, or maybe 5??  Let’s say 3 days fall into the couch/bad day category.  That is 30% or 3,000 of your remaining days.  Fuck.  I know, it is crazy when you think of it like that.

There is work also as most of us are not trust fund babies.  We work on average 260 days a year.  This on our 27 year plan is about 7,000 days.  So between bad days, couch days, and work days we just pissed away our entire 10,000 days.  That sucks.  So for the heck of it lets say you only work 4 days a week so we gain back 1,000 days.  How many of those days are you willing to piss away feeling sorry for yourself, wishing the past was different instead of concentrating on making the future awesome, and holding grudges that mean nothing instead of enjoying the people around you???

Maybe you want to spend your days being a victim, I’m a girl, I have a disability, I’m the wrong color, my sexuality holds me back, or some other BS that gets wrapped up in our heads.  I’m not saying those things aren’t real or even a problem, but allowing those things to dictate how we live our lives is bullshit.  Never let the stupidity or ignorance of others change your goals or how you enjoy life.  You only get so many days don’t give ANY to people that don’t deserve them.

What do you want to go see??   What do you want to learn??  Who would you like to meet?? These are the questions you should ask yourself every morning.  I personally am not willing to trade any days whining and complaining about things I can’t change.  It isn’t worth it.  One day God willing I will wake up and be 80.  My first thought on that day  needs to be “I’m sure glad I didn’t waste any days”…

Think about it.

FknBucky

16
May
14

Beat your dog, and the rest of us will kill you slowly

Murph the early years!!

Murph the early years!!

Oh the joys of having a dog. I love my dog Murphy who gets mentioned in many a blog and truly life would not be the same without her. I remember before I got a dog I told myself that I would never be “that guy”, but fast forward a few years and I’m worse than that guy. I’m all in. I love this freaking animal like she was born of my own loins. Odd visual I know, but I’m trying to make a point here. I worked extremely hard to train her, make her listen most of the time, and let me tell you it has paid off in ways I could never have imagined.

SIDE NOTE: Read the book CESAR’S WAY if you want to train a dog. http://www.amazon.com/s?ie=UTF8&page=1&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Acesar%27s%20way%20book

I get to take her everywhere with me and with my job traveling is something I do quite often. She rides right on the airplane with me and its awesome. She honestly travels better than most humans. If you have been on a plane lately you’ll know what I mean. Only twice out of hundreds of flights has the person next to me been like “Ooohh you have a dog” in that bullshit tone. Lucky for me the world is still full of kickass people that were more than willing to trade seats with the biggest ass of the year allowing themselves a flight of happiness sitting next to the best dog ever!!

I take great care of Murph and make sure she gets a bath every night before we fly so she smells great and is very clean. I get a lot of compliments on her coat and rightfully so. Takes a lot of work, but Daddy’s little princess is worth all of it. I recently took her to Louisville, KY to visit some great friends (one of Murphy’s best friends actually), hang out with my sister & nephews, and try to kill some shit. I didn’t kill anything, but I did have a blast with everyone there. I was truly sad to leave and hope to get back there very soon.

Upon returning from my awesome trip to KY I noticed that Murphy missed it so much she decided to bring some souvenirs home with her. Ahh the joys of owning a dog. These little Obama voters (because they are blood suckers) hitched a ride back to San Diego with us and what a pain in the ass. I ended up pulling 14 ticks off of her over a period of 3 days. Some of these little bastards are extremely small and really tough to get out. Keeping my delicate flower (because she is a virgin you fools) clean and healthy meant hours of gently combing through her thick fur until I found a bump that shouldn’t be there. Okay now to the point of this ever pointless blog.

I needed to do some follow up as she has some scabs in her ears so I went to the old BING and did some searching. What I found horrified me. What kind of sick bastards let things like that happen to dogs. I’m all for beating children, throwing old people off cliffs, hell I would even eat a cat or two for fun, but what I saw online happening to some of those dogs seriously pisses me off. If you are Micheal Vick like and think the karma police won’t catch you then I pray you are very mistaken. People that neglect or hurt dogs should be strung up in the middle of town and slowly left to die while everyone watches. You fucking suck is what I mean for some of you that need it said a bit more blatantly.

Dogs and animals are the most innocent of innocent. Treating them poorly means you are truly the lowest piece of shit in the circle of life and I hope you get syphilis, suffer for a very long time, watch your junk fall off, and THEN we string you up in the town square for a slow agonizing death. I’ve never given much thought about dogs until I got one and saw firsthand all the personality she has to offer. It is truly a blessing to have this furry friend in my life and I’m grateful for every freaking day I wake up with her big head staring at me.

The world has lots of dogs that need a home and I hope just maybe you read this blog and realize that you are definitely missing out if you don’t have one. The patience, unconditional love, and just all around happiness these creatures bring to your life is something money can’t buy. It’s priceless I tell you, although every trip to the pet store I’m reminded my four legged buddy is an expensive bitch with a taste for the finer things in life. This would include the all meat, made in AMERICA, (Independence, IA) treats called TRUE CHEWS. If you haven’t treated your dog to these yet, grow a heart and just do it.

I love my dog and I don’t care who knows. Deep down in that empty space where Fknbucky is supposed to have a heart you will hear the slight sound of blood flow when Murphy comes around. I thank God for her and hope that one day you will experience what I have. She is the bestest of “man’s best friend” and that is something I wanted to share tonight.

If you suspect someone is mistreating an animal report them immediately. They are scum and deserve all the shit that comes their way.

Enjoy your weekend. I think Fiesta Island dog park is in my future!!

Fknbucky




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