Finally found the right nuts and bolts to put back together my light array on LexiBelle, but wouldn't you know it, hardware store closed before I could get there to buy a small bag of wire nuts. So feeling somewhat dejected decided to enduldge in a Beef & Chedder from Arby's here. Makes me ask the question, although I'm probably knowing of the correct answer , but how stupid do you have to be to work at an Evanston fast food place? Arby's , McDonalds, even Burger King in some places like say Twin Falls Idaho seem to have it together, but does it take a slight light to go on, to remember to serve up HOT food, especially the curly fries at Arby's, along with the cheese sauce in the little cup, and it be at least luke warm? Of course there's no end here. One little blonde snippet gal that works for McDonalds owes her job to me in part because I suggested to management that they hire her in the first place, but today I stood there for at least 15 minutes waiting to get my order taken. This little Amber chick must have one of those under-developed miniscule minds, or something but the fact is, these people do not realize that its me as a customer that pays to eat there that pays their paycheck. No customer , no pay check. Must be correct when my pal and Knyte member Nate told me a while back the best place to eat in Evanston , is Salt Lake City or at least metro-Utah. So dinner was a sham.
Finally, living life single, while I love the trappings and things of being married and all, I'm just not yet ready I don't think for the stress and restrictions of being hitched. I love being able to sleep all I want, I love being able to eat what (or who) I want, I love being able to go to the shop, which is my therapy, since me out getting greasy and oily, tinkering has a tremendous benefit on my brain. My maybe soon to be SheWolf, asked me what it is about hosiery, legs, feet and toes that fires my furnace. The question is one even I can't really figure out, started in 6th grade somewhere, and has endured. The one thing that Monkee did for me was help me experience that flavor of foreplay, to the point both of our appetites were hightened. Later on , after consulting with our human relationship expert Sue Rogers,(Sex with Sue, Quivering Jello) the explanation was simple, at some point in my early years of sexual progression, I had to have had a great experience with the foundation being nylons. As such the imprint remained. I was able to at least engage this passion with Nurse GoodBody during some our radio sessions a few years ago. She gave me all the mouthwatering feet and toes in hose that I could handle. And for awhile until she gave up the gig to pursue other vocational interests, but my appetite for things leggy, was satisfied to the point the hunger was no longer there. Even years before that, there was a slightly overweight gal I met through media in Tooele Utah by the name of Eva Marie. During the first interview she got things heated by letting me play with her toes in hose. Later I moved in with her there, and I thought that was the moment of surrender to the bells of matrimony. But then came auditioning I can't count how many women poured through that split level house for about 2 months, that getting kinky with Eva was so repulsive that I finally moved into her basement apartment for a time and ultimately out of there to a place on the west part of Tooele. This relationship of me and SheWolf is a thing still under construction.
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We male corpuscles are very predictable and overall stable. We have only 5 things that makes us comfortable and satisfied, good greasy food, hot pig sex, that means root around sex, Our TV and Remote, Our trucks, and good brew. Plus lots of sleep, something that comes from the thing of busting our butts to make a buck. Outside of that we're very stable. However if one was to attempt and it'd be a terrible attempt, for anyone to write an owners manual for women or the woman your about to get hitched to would be an impossible task. There is no ascernable point of reference and complete information to base a long term examination resulting into a conclusion.
No matter how much a guy swears by the bible he is not cheating and being faithful, you still get blamed for cheating. Even if its a real fact that NO woman a guy knows outside of the relationship wants him, in his town , region, or nation. And yet YOU get accused of mating with every woman in the village. What gives? Or you get accused of ignoring a woman, only because a guy's body gives out, he gets ill, from long hours of physical labor, and mental strain. Maybe even if the latter mental strain was caused maybe by her, or circumstances that could be avoided by her not doing what he told her to do in the first place, like getting rid of a pre pay charge card when a real bank account would be better. Sure a gal may feel squeemish about trusting her male corpuscle with total control over the house or even her finances. Which in my case I wouldn't do if all was good, on that point, but from the obvious last month, had I been in charge the crap over Amscot would have never happened.
Of course with women there are so many moods and bilogical traumas that a man can't completely understand. Sure there is PMS, cramps, feeling ugly during that visit of the month from Mother nature, the whole estrogen thing. While us male corpuscles experience certain amounts of that, because its a curse by Mother nature that we males have albeit less, but still have estrogen genes, meaning we'll get cramps, water weight gain, and all that. I even asked a medical professional twice if its true men can experience these things, after seeing a club member excrete milk from his breasts. Her response was yes we can, and that we men carry albeit in a state of reserve , but we carry equipment to carry a baby to term. Many men would never admit they have bits of estrogen in their systems, still we do, so we can understand the situation, but at a certain age that dries up, and we experience something called menopause, which also creates a certain drain of Testosterone and need or want to get bred on a all the time basis. Our balls hang down further, our voices get even deeper, and our bodies change.
I glanced at my SheWolf's FB page, and saw she was in a state of self pity. This usually comes from a point of a lot of self insecurity, bad self esteem, and lack of self worth. Which in my She Wolf's case is total manure. Now there could be some basis for this, from the fact that I work with many drop dead knock your pecker in the mud women. Many that I see on a daily basis doing on screen and production work, but I have learned that all that war paint, those tight fitting clothes, mini skirts, hosiery, and all that when it comes off and they are done for the day, they too are grumpy, smell bad, and poop, puke, and ugly before applying that war paint. Plus I also learned years ago, a thing my Dad taught early in business, you never dip your pen into the company ink, that means you do not date or anything those women you work with or who you employ. You just don't do it. Doing so removes all authority and objectivity. If you let out your sausage at work, you just made her in charge, and your no longer the boss. If you all don't think so, look at Bill and Hilary Clinton. More over how Bill Presidency was shot down after Monica Lewinsky. But I'm getting away from the topic here.
Women are simply strange, their moods can't be understood , their emotions confusing , and worst of all, Unpredictable.
Stay truckin.
In broadcasting you don't just watch a newscast for the news or watch a TV show about the industry, you pick it apart bit by bit. To find flaws if any and or to see who just might be rising up the ladder to becoming a not just a reporter but a celebrity in the wings of broadcast journalism.
Back in the early part of 2014 I started watching with regularity this new reporter by the name of Nicole Vowell of KSL TV-5 out of Salt Lake City. Not only did she report with poise, but with determination. No matter the story or weather she churned out some great pieces. Short in length, and some small despite her extreme talent, but she's hung in there.
In mid 2014 , the towing industry had , had enough of our brethren and sister in towing being killed in line of duty. So I approached KSL to do a story, hoping that it'd be Nicole doing the piece. KSL then turned a deaf ear, and put blinders on. Each week in this nation at least 5 towing owner operators and drivers loose their lives in the execution of our profession, recovering and pulling to safety many motorists to the point there's a Towers Memorial Wall, in Tennessee to honor our fallen brethren. But KSL just didn't care. Even though Allstate Insurance had a public service ad running and would underwrite the project of ads to alert drivers to slow down and move over when they see lights on the side of the highway.
When the Utah Highway Patrol was loosing troopers by being hit when doing their duty by people not tending to driving, I again went to Utah's media saying how about running a story or two on the other unsung heros of the highway , us in towing. Again crickets chirped but that's all that was heard. But enough of that, except to say the mission of Iron Knytes(knights) Radio online, is so that we can report and tell the stories of us out batteling the motoring public every day.
Since then through a few posts on Facebook, Nicole and I have a sort of associated friendship. I have invited her many times to come up and show us off on a story about the radio gig here as well as why we do it. Even if she never does, the reason I watch KSL TV's news here in Evanston Wyoming is so that maybe I'll be able to catch a story from Nicole. She's undervalued at KSL, and our story, might just be that story the moves her up a rung of the TV news ladder.
and who knows maybe some day she will take me up on my offer of coming up and doing a story of us here on HazzardAyre/IronKnytes Radio.
TTYLY
There's two kinds of love a guy has for a woman. The first is a superficial kind, where you kinda love her , but only if she's got a knock down dig it in the clouds body and wears all kinds of fancy clothes and tons of make up to hide her imperfections, and trust me she will have at least some, and even have under arm pit smells.
Seems all too many men have this kind of love but its usually short lived and usually because some other guy, got the itch and wanted her too. Superficial women usually will cost you tons and tons of money and Never hardly ever offer to dig in her purse to help the guy when things get too tight on expenses usually caused by superficial women.
Then there is the women who are never ever going to be a fashion or for that matter any kind of model nor win any beauty contest, but who will love a guy, with the kind of love that says, she really loves him and wants to make him proud and proud of her. Even to the point of paying dues to his organization and helping with expenses so he can keep earning. Such is the case of My SheWolf, Shelly. Sure she's not the hottest blonde supr girl of the century, but she has backed me in every kind of endeavor I have undertaken, even at the point that I broke up with her in April, cause I thought I could do better, mostly due to a shrinking bank account and stress over the shop, and all. But Shelly hung in like a trooper, the Club paid $4,000.00 of her medical bills and like a loyal wife of a MC member does she has coughed up $500.00 every month since except for October here, but not by her choice, but by some idiots at Amscot, and someone ordering things from Walmart.com that she didn't authorize. But that said she is my lady and come this next August she and I will unite in Holy Matrimony either in Sturgis or Cooter's Place in Nashville.
Sure my SheWolf isn't the TV hottie but neither am I the Mr. GQ from TV either, Maybe that's why I'm on radio.
All too many guys love and want a hot blonde untouchable , I'd rather have my Shelly a not so blonde but very touchable.
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It was a swell day here in western Wyoming, the crisp air wifting through the pines, the deer prancing around the front yard, when I got a call from SheWolf saying her funds had been frozen by Amscot of Florida. Thinking it'd be cleaned up by mid month our newest hire and I waited it out along with the landlord of the shop. Last Thursday , Shelly calls says money is on her card, next day the funds had been pulled , Amscot saying they put it on her old card. A few more days, Amscot says it'll be there. It's been now quite a few days, and while the money may or may not show up on the 31st as Amscot says it will, but I'd be willing to bet it wont be. I told sheWolf to can that outfit this week, have a phone talk with Social Security and have me made her Payee, and open an account with Wells Fargo Bank. While its true Wells Fargo has its share of legal troubles, still outside of a very few times, every month on the 1st of each month right around 6:00AM MST there's money in my account less my already set up and approved autopays. But still I know there's going to be money there it don't miss. Now then when there has been a mishap, a quick call no matter day or hour, to Wells Fargo's customer service line and if it ain't redeposited that day it's there 2 days after. If not at least I can go to a real banker with real action being applied to the traction. Now then there's the concept that SheWolf and her mother spending the money and just covering it up, but this time I believe SheWolf, if after the call I had with Amscot over the matter, that outfit needs to send those south of the border customer service people back over the border. But with it all the shop, and TinkerBelle, is on the line. This project was not supposed to run this way. Normally what happens is after the shop is paid for the club splits funds with me and pays for the wages of any outside, none member assistance or workers, be it radio or otherwise. Had a side chuckle this evening when I read our heckler Beaver Dick, was telling all to beware , that there was no club and all, I'd like him to say that in front of Big Rick, and/or Charlie, or Allen, just once. If they did he'd be eating through a straw after the wired his jaw back together. Then he barked about the toew smooch and all that, and I say, "shit dude that was a one time thing, everything here is leggy in vision, remember this radio gig and all is based on thing Hazzard County and of course Daisy Duke." Its not all the damn time. Guess we just have to count our lucky stars Erin did her part and rely on her continuing on that road, into the future,. So I had to let go of TinkerBelle, didn't want to, although there were some things that were not our way, and the way the Knytes see it, this is not Burger King, you get it our way or you don't get the damn thing at all. In TinkerBelle's case I let the few things go since she is very skilled in computers, and some of the minor sides of broadcasting, so I thought oh well. But its not fair to her to keep her hostage waiting on a paycheck that may not come for at least a few more weeks or even a month or two, until the finances are rearranged with the conversion of the Knytes-of-Dixie and the Knytes-of-Anarchy into The Iron Knytes Association which will take a few months, with new officers and an organizational overhaul. But that don't make the club any less real, and you got to give it to Beaver Dick, its something he can go online and bad mouth me and/or the Club, but outside of a situational mess up that did not allow for me to go to Red Fish Lake a few weeks ago, Beaver Dick wont even come down from his perch and meet somewhere half way. Nope just another Keyboard Rambo.
In closing, sometimes you have to let someone go even if you don't want to, and 2; Don't do business with Amscot MasterCard service, you'll get screwed, even if THEY wont admit it it was them that got it screwed up.
Have a good night, Church in the morning.
Yesterday after doing a near 2 hour show on Livestream.com and the program freezing, I ventured out and headed to church, yes penetrating oil on my jeans and all was working on LexiBelle night before, in the shop. So got to church all the greetings and all, and as usual when it came to Sunday school class Dave's wife sat next to me, and twice had to grunt at Jay Welling, to acknowledge that Dave's wife wanted to make a comment. Class ended, went to Priesthood meeting sang and all, but left when it broke for Quroms . Came home, after stopping at McDonalds first to eat. Here's a page out of a place that I think has gave up. McDonalds is a landmark in most towns. Fast food for reasonable prices. Most of em are good places except maybe the one in downtown Tooele Utah and the one here in Evanston Wyoming. But Sunday here in Evanston, it was absolute stupidity. The fries had been overcooked in oil that had not been changed for at least several hours. You could taste the oil in the fries. McDonalds fries are a staple of McDonalds. Without them the rest of the items on the menu really are drab. So got done there. and came home.
Went back down to church to do the ceremonial setaside and be put into service as indexer for the family history unit of our Ward. With that set back out to the shop.
It rained here for many hours, except the little bit at the shop. All it did was tinkle. hardly much wind, plenty warm with that big heater in there, and my only worry of figuring out how to run wire. I thought for a few hours, what it would be like to just sell out or reassign the responsibilities of the radio thing I do, to someone else, have this old computer cleaned out of all those kinds of files, and just flat give up radio all together and just run the tow trick and build bikes. To hell with the rest of it. I can tell you this, if it were not for the duty that I promised to the Knytes to do this radio thing and all I have went through to get here to do that radio duty, that is exactly what I would have done, gave up the radio thing, and just tow and build Harley's . Who cares about radio ? The medium that I got into once was grand. Radio was a gas, you played music, you flirted with women and all on air and you could be creative. Today, its you have to behaive all the time on air, spectrum is being swallowed by big conglomerates like IHeart, Cumulus and so on, you can't flirt, tease or enjoy. Few even our new gal just plays music, seldom seguaying between music selections, talking up local politics as few even care anymore, the list goes on. Face it like many things, a custom bike is like radio , its not a need its a luxury, however if there's a breakdown people need really need that tow truck. If I were to add up the money I have lost , really lost on towing versus radio I have lost thousands of dollars not being able to go tow. LexiBelle should have been completed mid Spring, not near the start of the cold snow season. But I put in many hours and even my own pocket money to keep the radio thing going. And for what? Had to import someone all the way from Arizona, to be involved and the same person, now I can't pay until mid week, due to the mess created by Amscot depositing money into an old account of my lady Shelly's new account. As it is the money got from her will have to go to saving the shop, which means my new hire might just walk. Do I need this stress? No. Am I going to keep it together here? Probably but I think my
when radio was enjoyable to do, and the numerous revenuers stayed out of your business's. Hopefully today or Tuesday the money from my lady Shelly will be recovered and bills paid, I know myself and TwinkerBelle will be relieved.
TTYLY
Bam What ?
Before I get into my rant this early Sunday morning, something happened yesterday that needs to be brought forth since it has to do with my rant here.
I was tooling back to the shop, when over the via dock, here came apparently some new local cop, who had to turn around right in the middle of the bridge, (a violation on his part) then had to scrimmage between three vehicles in a reckless manner(another violation) just to pull me over to explain to me my tags were expired, which they ain't just never put the new stickers on my plates, mostly cause I hadn't planned on being here in Evansgone this long. Real reason I got pulled over, the rebel flag on the hood of ye ole General, and using my tags as probable cause to make the stop. Must be some new cop here that surly needs to be educated as to protocol here, in that you in a good mind don't pull over the General or a Knyte. You just don't do it, not and remain employed in Law enforcement in these parts long.
Okay then, but its a sheer examination that there are a huge amount of still biased people out there who are absolutely Yankees, who are too ignorant to knowing that when the Confederacy ends so does our free America. If the Knytes through our foundation the United Confederate States of America, are not fighting for our liberties and southern heritage the fight for all of America ends and thus America in the long run ends as well. Which is one of the reasons our online radio station the only LIVE 6 hours a day soon to expand to 24/7 LIVE all the time with the help of TinkerBelle and all, is so important. Once upon a time, there was www.dixiebroadcasting.com created by Ray McBerry and Dixie Outfitters.com . In its origin it was the real deal, but then financial and other stress's made Ray go a different direction. It was at that time HazzardAyre Radio came into the picture and has carried that torch ever since. But I ask you, how dedicated are you to the southern cause? Are you willing to give up your home, your bed, even being jailed if it came to that for the preservation of not only the legacy of the south but preservation of America? When the south falls if it ever does, so will the rest of America. No organization on earth including the SOCV and others are as dedicated to southern liberty as the Knytes-of-Dixie.
We'll be back on the ayre later this afternoon.
TTYLY
