new friends

it's been chaos at work this week so beed ain't been able to post anything and don't wanna let his boss catch him posting on a blogspot when he's supposed to be working. how freaking unfair is that?

ya'll remember beed's post on the internet and it's effect on socialization? if not, go back and check it out. beed brought up articles where he had read that the internet was causing us to become automatons that never left our computers and never got out into a social mixer type of setting. beed argued that he had made MANY new friends strictly because of the internet.

anyhoo, beed met another friend that he had previously only conversed with through, email, message board postings or private messages on a message board. her name is shari. she may possibly be the finest mommy that beed has ever met and beed have a purty damn fine mommy in his own. course he's a little biased.

beed has a link to shari's own blogspot on this site. it's named sunshine fresh and u can keep up with shari's comings and goings but more importantly the exploits of her beautiful and beed ain't usin' hyperbole here at all, daughter, mikaela.

beed covered all of this on a hilltopper haven post but believe it or not beed has people that look at his scribbled idiocy that come from other places than hilltoppah haven. beed's plan was to hook up with shari and mikaela at the last home game of the year.

here is the link to the haven string: click aqui--->http://www.hilltopperhaven.com/board/viewtopic.php?t=4777

we had pm'd each other and got cellio nummas and made a plan. beed was gonna call shari and find out where her seats were. houston, we have a go......section 207. beed's original plan was to visit shari and mikaela before the game and then go sit with a homie that had hooked him up with a ticket.

when the beedstah first arrived, mik mak patty whack (one of shari's nicknames for her) seemed a bit reticent or shy towards the beed. but beed thinks she may have just been a little tired. beed decided then, that he wanted to spend the game with this special family. at halftime beed had to run and visit a friend and drop off a gift for his friend's chilluns.

when beed returned he thought that maybe mikaela was becoming a bit more accustomed to him. at around the 8 minute mark of the game beed turned and axed shari, "do u think she would sit with me" bein' the awesome mommy that she is and knowin' the beedstah wuz no threat she said "shua".

so beed picks this precious doll up and places her in his lap for the final 8 minutes of the game. she even let beed clap her hands together along with the fight song. of course beed sneaks in some little kisses and hugs to the daughter he never had. let beed be clear on this....no child can ever be kissed on and hugged on too many times. as a creature we humans thrive on physical affection. it speaks more than 100 verbal i love yous. yes, we crave the verbal love as well but for whatever reason we also crave that phyical contact.

towards the end mikaela was ready to go back to mommy and beed returned her. beed thanks God that Shari sent him a pm one night quizzing him about a post where he mentioned that his oldest child had a pituitary tumor. if not for that beed would have just thought that this person was just another basketball junkie like him. beed would have loved her as he loves all topper fans. but now he has what he considers a dear friend, no, make that two dear friends in shari and mikaela.

beed is gonna have to run as his youngest, miguelito be havin' a basketball game tonight at 7. it's the tournament and it could be his last game of the year. speakin' of tournaments.....beed's and shari's beloved hilltoppahs will begin the sunbelt tourney this sunday. beed will be there with bells on.

the games will be played at dante's ninth level of hell........a hellhole of a gym in murphreesboro tennessee where the local inbreds chant things like FOKK YOU WESTERN at the top of their lungs. now beed knows that college kids can get a little rowdy but the students at western have never resorted to such a low class chant like that. and this was in an arena full of family members. this was supposed to be at a college basketball game that was supposed to be wholesome family entertainment. now beed know he have one helluva a potty mouth, bein' a former marine it's no wonder. but beed also knows there is a time and a place for everything.

but the toothless inbreds of middle tennessee really embarrassed themselves last thursday night and beed wouldn't put it past them to do it again. beed don't know how u would go about stopping the student section from doing it again but if the western students ever did that beed would be crimson with embarrassment. what kind of upbringing do the parents in the great state of tennessee put their illegitimate children through. obviously nothing to do with representing yourselves with class in public.

but tennessee is a state that has no state income tax and any time a politician is naive enough to say they need to enact one so they can improve education in the state he is crucified. it's hard to believe that there can be that big of a difference when you cross the tennessee line but beed knows that every time he does it he raises the i.q. in both states.

tennessee trash.....ain't nuttin else like it.

the beedstah.

kid rock......my boy!!!!!

folks, beed wasn't feelin' up to kid rock after last night at the hillbilly excuse for an arenar that mtsu has. it was road loss. beed is gonna quit goin' on the road. he is the f'in bird of doom for western. whenever he goes on a road game, we lose.

but i digress. yes......i am going first person on this one but it is soooooo late and i am too tired to post third person.

beed's homie picks him up around 5:15. we roll to nashvegas. we go to eat at 12th and porter since my buddy had a 25 dollah gift certificate. our waitress was cute as shit and beed ended up leavin' her a ten dollah tip and my homie left her five so she earned a quick fifteen dollah for bein' good at her job. she was so perky and so damn cute. plus she did that thing that all womans do when they are playin' u......she put her hand on beed arm when she was talkin' to him.....boom 5 dollah tip just went up to 10 dollah.

now on to the kid rock concert. tonight was one helluva night for juggage. hell, my boy kid rock had fo' exotic dancers shakin' their money makers fo' the whole show.....worth the price of admission if u axe me.

beed fell in love with the two girls next to him......the one directly to his right was beautiful. and her partner was most definitely juggalicious. hell.....she had them on display.....i was damn sure gonna admire them. and to make things even better they were good ole kentucky girls. and the one that so proud of her mammaries was a wku grad. rock on girls.

the opening act wuz a guy by the name of ty stone. i nevah heard of him. his band definitely rocked and he had a hellacious rock and roll voice. he must be one of kid rock's boys as he is from detroit as well. and he's rather massive. at least 4 bills if he weighs a pound.

back to the music.....my boy did not dissapoint. i had not been to a large concert in many mango seasons. me and my buddy hit nashville several times a year in small venues but i just hadn't bothered with a big one in a long time. my buddy got us great seats. we were in the middle on the floor about 20 rows back. of course bein' the pimp that kid rock is, the entrance was spectacular with much pyrotechnics and kid rock rollin' out in a fly ass fur coat with cowboy on the back of it.

he played all the great stuff off of his first album (his best) by far. he was awesome.

kid rock with his greasy assed hair parted in the middle reminded beed of all his white trash friends from back in the day. the crowd was an eclectic mix. there were quite a few old homies like beed but there were a bunch of young ladies that evidently wanted to perform lewd and lascivious act with kid rock. the best one bein' the little hottie up front that held up a sign that said "i want to sit on your face and spin around two times". that one even cracked up kid rock as he called her out on it.

he opened up with "i'm goin' platinum" and during his encore closed with it as well. the part where joe-c comes in was done on the video board with a clip of joe-c performing his part for the video. it was great stuff. here is joe-c's part fo' anyone that don't know the song.

Straight out of the streets of Taylor

3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C

I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe

Call me Joe C got more game than Coleco

I'm a freak hoe call me sick

Three foot nine with a ten foot dick

The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick

And rake through kind like a bum through wine

It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead

Old as piss, but small as ass

Watch me pass smoke some hash

You're raking grass while I'm raking cash

High-ass voice like Aaron Nevelle

And I'm down with The Devil

he put on one helluva show and beed thanks him for it. great music......much juggalage and beed definitely thanks him for that. i posted this when i got home but this morning have edited it and tried to add a little more detail to it. i truly thank my buddy who is 10 years my senior and he still pushes me to get out and do crazy ass shit like going to a kid rock show. he's the same one that wants to go to buenos aires and if my f'in passport ever comes back i might just go. i mailed that sumbitch on january 23 and it still ain't back. and it is not my first. it's my third one. they last ten years and a freakin' renewal should not take this long.

u rock kid rock. u definitely gave me my 35 dollahs worth last night. and when u played "cowboy" all beed could think of was his buddy that died from cancer that loved that song.

it's all good homie

dahbeed. (david)

bullshitters.......why do they bother?

okay, let beed get this rant out of his system before he pontificates on bullshitters. beed HATES assholes that have to talk on a cellphone and let it effect their already pitiful driving skills. today beed had a craving for a steak and shake double cheeseburger. but that meant he had to circumnavigate scottsville road at lunch hour.

beed got behind one male idiot in a p.o.s. car that was more interested in his cell phone conversation than paying attention to driving. then he got behind a stupid ho' in a lexus that was suffering from the same malady. if ya'll evah read the daily snooze about some lunatic that cut another driver off and then was arrested for shoving a cellphone up another driver's asshole then if u love beed u will come down and bail him out.

beed is a lovah not a fightah but people that think they absolutely have to be flapping their gums instead of driving can push the beedstah to near insanity and it almost happened at lunch today.

okay, beed, calm down......breathe in......breathe out.

allright.....back to bullshitters. eveybody works with at least one. they tell some bullshit story and u stand there and try to keep your mouth from dropping open because of the totally unbelievable story that they are relaying to you. somebody please post a comment to this post and explain to beed how someone can honestly think you are so f'in moronic that you would believe the fiction that they are telling you.

back when beed was an electronics technician one of his co-workers (another e.t.) told him a story about when he was in vietnam. now beed has the utmost respect for veterans. but hayzues cristo on a popsicle stick. the story beed is fixin' to relate would not be believed by anyone with a double digit i.q.

one day this co-worker....let's call him george (that is his real first name) told beed and some co-workers that when he was in 'nam that he and his buddies had trained a rat (that's right, a f'in RAT) how to sniff out booby traps. he said that this rat could pick out a trip wire and then walk to the other end and find out what it was attached to.

beed can just picture this rat......walkin' through the bush......holding up it's little paw in a shhhhhh gesture and then following the trip wire until it found the ultimate bomb. but it gets better. this rat was so intelligent it was able to teach the company dog (perro) how to do the same.

now beed likes to get into the firewater but he ain't nevah been drunk enough to believe that a freakin' rodent could perform those abilities and then teach 'em to a dog. this bullshitter also told us that when they were firing artillery and some of the shells would jam that this rat would push the jammed shell with it's little paws until it was ready to fire.

here is what beed wants to know.......ya'll remember beed wants to know why someone does something instead of what they do. why do they tell stories like this? do we look that f'in dumb that we will quiz them with...."what did u name the rat?" "do you think he should have been put up for promotion?"

beed has worked with some bullshitters that if u added up all their stories of what they did in their past they would need to be 78 years old when you knew they were in their mid-fourties. what drives them to tell such outlandish stories? do they really think you will believe them?

anyhoo, whenever beed thinks of the rat story he just busts a freakin' gut thinkin' about it. he has to put it in his "bullshit hall of fame". c'mon......whatever few poor souls visit beeds rambling blog......tell beed in the comments section what is the biggest bullshit story you have ever listened to. what story just had you shaking your head and saying......"do i look that damn stupid?" please don't answer that one to beed as he knows he looks that stupid.

but for the life of beed....please tell him he ain't the only one that works with folks that tell tall tales.

your buddy,

paul bunyan (dahbeed)

here is the house.....go read the other first!

after the delicious breakfast and the equal to crack coffee (tinta) the owner of the house had his son take us to a private beach. this is no shit......the snorkeling was unreal. the colors and varieties of the tropical fish would blow you away!

it was a wonderful time. here is a photo of the boy that took us to the private beach. he was around 12 years old but his old man had already put him to work in the family business.

he was supposed to come back and pick us up at a pre-arranged time.....and he did. right on the money. the only bad part of the excursion was that this island had a sort of sand flea that went by the nick-name of no-see-ums. they bite your ass and leave a welt before you know it.

anyhoo, we all had a blast. we had a fortuitous breakfast. we snorkeled and saw beautiful tropical fishes. just another wonderful blessing in beed's blessed life.

oh yeah, u could order lobster from the local restaraunts for like 6 bucks. of course jairo and melvin had nevah eaten lobstah so it wuz definitely a treat for them. there was also some kind of mardi gras type celebration goin on the island so once again beed lucked into a good time.

if beed can upload one more photo it is of jairo and melvin on the dc-3 from san pedro sula to the island.....beed wuz in no way comfortable with this puddle jumper. this mug must have been built in the freakin' 50's. beed don't love to fly at all and this old mug just added to his paranoia's. but any real flight is a good flight and we did take off and touch down safely.

beed has no idea why he was allowed to post 3 photos on this post but only 2 on the last one. he really tried to get them all on the same post.

anyhoo, last year, beed got two letters from jairo and melvin. both of them seem to be doing well now. they are grownups. they are married and seem successful to an outside observer. beed only hopes that he in some small way was able to open these boys eyes to that big world out there in front of them.

beed needs to someday return to honduras and go to oropoli and see what kind of men that jairo and melvin have turned into. he has a belief that they turned out allright.

your buddy,

jaques cousteaux,

the beedster

jairo y melvin.......(high-ee-do and melbin)

if u've been readin' beed for awhile u know he has two adopted boys from honduras. that is melvin on the left and jairo on the right. beed met these two boys on his first trip to oropoli honduras. beed became good friends with their families and the next year when we went back to oropoli, beed axed their parents if he could take them to roatan.

there are a string of islands off the northern coast of honduras. the water is second to none anywhere in the world. it's funny cuz the islanders speak english with a brit' accent. anyhoo, their families let them go with beed and some of his friends to the islands. beed wuz just tryin' to open them up to something they would prolly nevah see on their own. after a week of workin' in the dental clinic beed and his buds were ready for some downtime on the isle of roatan.

beed worked it out so we could stay an extra week and explore one of honduras' hidden jewels. we ended up stayin' at a decent hotel but not one of the dive resorts that roatan is famous for. here is a photo of jairo and melvin snorkeling at the hotel dock.

since we weren't at a dive resort, beed and company set up a trip to the other side of the island to do some snorkeling. our resident translator, a former m.k. (missionary kid) set us up with a trip to the other side of the island.

we woke up late on the day in question. the hotel restaraunt wasn't open yet so we jumped into the taxi that would carry us to the place we needed to be. we arrived at an old house where they rented out snorkeling gear. since we had nuttin' to eat, audrey (the m.k.) axed the ownahs of the casa if they could fix us sumpin' to eat. they said "shua, for 3 bucks apiece" what a freakin' dealio. they fixed us some eggs ranchero ('beed had to pick the onions out as he hates them) they had some really strong black coffee that they refer to as "tinta" (ink). yowza, this shit had beed breaking out in a sweat on his forehead.

here is the house where we ate breakfast: this is pissing me off. beed can't get the photo to upload so he is gonna publish this post and then start over at part 2 so he can upload the photos.

my boy........courtney lee

beed is gonna try a different text color, if it's hideous he won't use it again.

sorry folks, no chance to post yesterday. beed's boss, the plant manager is back from his detail and he has come back with a vengeance. he's been stomping his big foot down on what he sees as apathy at our plant.

good for him as u guys know beed's feelings about work if u've been reading him. only problem, even beed is not left out of the crossfire. so beed has been on his p's and q's all week plus he had two major projects to finish on thursday and friday so he been busy as hell. but it's all good. a weight has been lifted from beed's skinny assed shoulders as those 2 things had been hanging over him and now they are gone.

now on to the title and the video clip at the top. it's a clip of SUPER-SOPH coutney lee nailing the game winning shot in little rock with 1.7 seconds left. it's not a surprise tho' as nothing this kid does surprises dahbeed. he may very well be the best hilltopper that beed has ever watched in person......think about that one......remember how old beed is. tengo cuarenta y seis anos. i am 46 years old.

beed saw jim mcdaniels on the tube but not live. but beed has seen live, johnny britt, tellis frank, clarence martin, brett mcneal, roland shelton, tony wilson, kannard johnson, darnell mee, mark bell, chris robinson and more recently chris marcus and anthoy winchester. those are some damn fine players, to a man. but after watching courtney lee for the last 2 years, he may very well be the best of the lot. if his improvement curve remains for his final two years as it has been his first two then beed ain't going out on a very small limb to say he will be the best he's witnessed in a hilltopper uni.

beed followed courtney his senior year through the indy star online. he had a fine senior season and beed thought we were getting a good player but had no idea he would be this good. there is no way in hell you can name 10 better sophomores in the country than courtney lee. and that is not homerism. he is that good.

beed wondered how he would improve over his freshman year which was fantastic. he improved by extending his range on his 3 point shot. he shoots them much deeper this year than he did last year and there has been no real drop off on his shooting percentage.

he still takes it to the rack with authority. he still rebounds like a fiend and has been one of the top players in the country in steals per game. he can play lockdown defender on an opponent. he needs to improve his ball handling skills......not because they are bad......but he will need even better handles at the next level. and this kid has next level written all over him.

beed wrote a post on hilltopper haven awhile back that courtney can be our dwayne wade. the thread got high-jacked into a courtney is not as good as d. wade post. that was never beed's intention. beed said courtney could have the impact on the western program that dwayne wade had on marquette's program. as in make a deep run into the ncaa's before he leaves western and make western a household name again.

well, there is a little snow on the ground this morning but the roads look clear. beed is geeked about the bracket buster game today. he has his tickets and will be rockin' in the free world at least an hour before the game. to be followed fo' sho' a good time at b-dubs. and that is win or lose cuz that is just how beed rolls.

of course the beedster wants us to win and will be disappointed if we lose but beed don't live and die by it anymore. there are just so many things larger than a basketball game. not many in the commonwealth of kentucky but there are things larger.

peace out, (yeah beed knows that is dated, but still likes it)

your friend, the basketball geek

dahbeed

keeping beed humble........WHAT!!!!

keep beed humble.......... you're killin' us beed. how do u keep someone with an ego this large in check?

well, u start with the two photos above. they hang on the wall in dahbeed's office. it's hard to see clearly in the bottom one but it is a little boy cradling his naked brother in his arms. beed did not take this photo, a lady from knoxville tennessee did and beed got a copy from her when we got back from honduras. it was taken in the capital city, tegucigalpa. to this day it remains one of the most pitiful images beed has seen.

the one on the top was taken in a little village in the southern part of honduras by the name of oropoli. beed did take this one. it was a beautiful little girl holding her infant brother and beed axed her could he take her photo and she agreed to but that mona lisa like smile is the best beed could get out of her. (u won't be able to see it, but trust beed, it was mona lisa like)

beed sent a story to a friend trying to explain why he is the way he is, in re, constantly a glass half full individual instead of a glass half empty. he departed from the third person in it and is not going to go back and change it for that reason. it's a story about something that happened in that little village of oropoli. there is a tragic element to it but there is also an uplifting element to it. and it is all true. anyhoo, here goes:

i can promise u that my life has been blessed already. i grew up in a broken home....a pretty rough upbringing. very, very poor. and God has blessed me with sooooooo much.

that is why i am always so positive on hilltopper haven......why i am always such a glass half full guy. my 20 trips to central america have really shaped me as a person. i was aware of how blessed i was already because of my travels during the marine corps......the poverty in egypt and kenya was stark....i had grown up poor but not the kind of poor that i witnessed in those countries.

i could tell u so many stories from my trips to c.a. one year we were in a small village named oropoli. i got to the clinic early and there was this pitifully poor couple waiting and i asked them what was up and they said their baby boy, around 2 years old was having convulsions...they feared he had been bitten by some type of poisonous spider and they had mixed up some homemade concoction but it had done no good. they wanted to know when a doctor would be in the clinic.

i had them wait and i ran back up to where the mission team was staying....everyone was still milling around after breakfast. i grabbed a doctor from tompkinsville and his wife (she was a nurse) and drug them to the clinic as fast as we could go.

they got an i.v. in him and said he needed to go to the hospital in the capital city.....over 4 hours away. a bunch of us took up an offering to pay for any medical bills. they took off in a jeep with the little boy in the nurse's arms.

the doc had been with us before but this was her first trip. i went to work in the clinic. several hours later they came back. the boy had been okay while they were driving the bouncy back roads (unpaved) but when they got on the highway he died in the nurse's arms.

she was so broken up as we all were. this was when little david was about the same age as that child. all i could think of was that if it had happened in b.g. i would have just rushed him to the hospital and not tried some homemade concoction and little dee would have been okay.

the next year we came back and we were actually working in the same village. some locals came to me because they knew i could speak spanish. this was late at night and they were looking for dahbeed cuz everyone in the village knew who i was. the locals learn early on who hablas and who doesn't.

they told me that there was a woman ready to have a baby and the local midwife was worried that there were going to be problems and could we get a doctor and nurse to help out. guess who was on the trip again?

the nurse that had the baby die in her arms. she and her husband went to the house and delivered a healthy baby. i just don't believe in coincidence.........you cannot convince me that God was not mending that nurse's heart.

the previous year she watched a baby die in her arms and that year she got to be part of bringing a new life into this world. so don't ever wonder why i am such a positive person.

p.s. i would love to keep a baseball bat in my office to chase some of our whiners at work off with. the AVERAGE salary around here is 20.00 dollars per hour. it's a climate controlled environment. the average job is not sitting in an office, it does involve some manual labor but it damn sure ain't working in the coal mines.

and beed promises u, he never tries to come off holier than thou to his co-workers (beed, holy.....that's another good one). but beed has a very low tolerance when one of them starts off on a rant about how bad this place sucks.

just beed's $0.02 worth.

the humble,

dahbeed ghandi ;-)

a pirate looks at 40.....(45)

the photo above is douglas-keen hall. it is where dahbeed's oldest son dahbicito currently resides. it is located on the far end of the western kentucky university campus. dahbicito is a freshman at western.

dahbeed wrote a story that chronicled the day we moved him to campus. beed thought some of you that may have missed it might enjoy it. beed knows that any of you that have moved a child off to college will be damn sure be able to relate to it. beed honestly ain't just bein' lazy today.

one of beed's favorite writers on hilltoppah haven is a gentleman who goes by the name of shunpiker. he and beed have become pretty good friends. beed is also going to include shunpiker's response to beed's original story as it damn near had beed in tears. here goes:

a pirate looks at 40......(45)

beed has always loved that song but he done passed the 40, cinco years ago. all ya'll know that beed's oldest son is an incoming freshman at wku this year cuz beed done posted it several times. as beed said earlier, it didn't bother him when dahbicito turned 18 but it jacked him up when the little one graduated this spring.

today was another momentous milestone for the beed crew. beed, the esposa, dahbicito and miguelito packed up the nissan quest with all of dahbicito's belongings........clothes, t.v., laptop and x-box and headed for the hill. douglas keen hall to be exact. our crew rolled in there at 9:00 and there were already many peeps with their stuff on the sidewalk.

a couple of young students facilitating the event told us we could only unload quickly and then move our hoopties to egypt (for non western folks, not the egypt of the middle east, that would be insane, it is a nickname for a parking lot at western). we unloaded all of it, left the esposa to watch the gear and re-pahked the cahs.

it was already smokin hot outside. beed and dahbicito rolled up to preston and signed up for master plan......oops, another 125 bucks, thank u very much.

so far western has been able to separate beed from his dinero at a rapid pace. anyhoo, beed somewhere in the process lost his damn car keys......no pockets on his fly ass western kentucky basketball shorts. beed had tucked them in his waistband and they fell out somewhere. beed goes to the front desk.....anybody turn in some keys? nope. went back to preston and axed the same question. nope. so the beed crew went back and carried everything up to dahbicito's room.

his roomate had not arrived yet. dahbicito started working on hooking up his electronics gear. beed started working on dahbicito's clothes. the esposa started in on making the bed. it was a well oiled machine folks. we left campus for the casa by 11:15. by the time we got the room finished someone had turned in the keys to the front desk at keen. dahbicito followed us home cuz he had forgotten a few items.....cable for the t.v., some cat 5 cables for his laptop and x-box and his printer.

he's ready to leave the house and beed says "come here boy, give your daddy a hug" we hug and beed tells him how much he loves him and how proud of him he is and that he knows he will make the right decisions. miguelito gives him a hug and tells him he loves him. (he promptly took over dahbicitos room but is already missing his big brother) miguelito really looks up to his big brother and beed has told dahbicito that one of the reasons he has to do right is that he has to set an example for little bro.

then it is time for him to hug his mama and she starts squirtin and warning him about all of the evils out there......drugs, liquor, and worst of all GIRLS. actually beed had an earlier conversation with dahbicito and told him about the road he was about to embark upon and all of the great things there were at college.....drugs, liqour and GIRLS. just kiddin' folks. dahbicito is 18 and a good kid. u got to turn loose of them at some stage and the esposa is havin' a bit of a struggle wit that.

he's already called the house 3 times since he got back on campus. he's bought his books and met his roomate and his parents. beed is enjoying the hell out of this. he wanted to room with a buddy but his friends parents won't let him in the dorms first semester so dahbicito got the randomly picked roommate.

dahbicito almost backed out of going to the dorms because of this but beed told him to look at it as an adventure. heck, this guy could end up becoming your best friend. could be the best man in your wedding. of course he could turn out like the jim carey character in "the cable guy"

anyhoo, this wuz a big day for beed. he hasn't cried.........yet. so this pirate takes a look at 45 and thanks the good Lord for everything he has been blessed with. beed will keep ya'll up on the college experience from the beed casa.

shunpiker's response

The cannons don't thunder

There's nothing to plunder

I'm an over 40 victim of fate

Well, I'm not 40 yet, but it is approaching too quickly. I still have eight months of my thirties left.

Dang, beed, I almost cried while reading your post.

I thought back to my first day at WKU in 1984. My father and I packed everything I owned into the trunk of his Oldsmobile and trucked down I-65 south to Bowling Green. My life was forever altered from the moment we pulled away from our old house in Louisville.

What makes me sad is that dad was relatively a young man that day he dropped me off at Barnes Campbell Hall. I can still see him sitting on my dorm room bed in his suit and tie (always a snazzy dresser) and his black hair slicked back like he was some sort of gangster. I've always been close to my father, and now that ham handed, black headed man of 1984 has a head full of gray hair and slight tremble in his fingers. I'm the one in charge when we do things together. Your post made the 21 years between then and now evaporate.

I'll never forget that day and the excitement and fear I felt as I watched dad cruise that Olds out of the parking lot. Sometimes I wish I could rekindle that combination of feelings.

This weekend at the State Fair I talked to several incoming freshman on The Hill. I enjoyed listening to their perspective on starting school at Western. The cycle of life that Western has is truly amazing. I'm sure it's not unique, but I don't care about any other college. I enjoy watching and listen to that cycle unfold at Western. For a time this weekend, while talking to current and future Western students, I was a part of that cycle -- a middle-aged alumni swapping advice and stories with school's future.

It's funny to think that my cycle with Western started on a November? December? night in 1978 when my brother snuck me into Western's basketball game against Duke.

it's a small world........part dos

okay, it's that day of the year that is completely contrived and pushed upon us by the flower stores, peddlars of chocolate and the greeting card industry like a pimp pushes crack on one of his ho's.

that miniature rant out of the way, dahbeed would love to wish a HAPPY VALENTINES DAY to any of beed's female readers. if you have been reading beed for a while then u know there are two things he absolutely loves and they are western kentucky university basketball and WOMANS. if u didn't know that go back and read beed's ode to the finer sex of the species titled "womans......beed loves 'em".

beed hopes that every one of his female readers at least got some kind of acknowlegement that said "yes, there is someone that loves you" . it doesn't have to be a thousand dollar necklace. just some form of acknowlegement. u ladies deserve it for puttin' up with the stupid shit that we guys can do. now, back on point beed!!!! quit rambling dammit!!!

back in the summer of 1980 dahbeed was still in the marine corps. a 20 year old skinny little shite. an E-4 (corporal) avionics technician. beed worked on the electronics that lets an aircraft identify if an incoming aircraft is a friend or foe.

beed was scheduled to go on a med cruise. trust beed on this one, don't confuse that word "cruise" with any definition that u have of it. this was not a love boat. it was the u.s.s. guadalcanal lph-7 (lph stands for landing platform, helicopter) this is how these cruises work......the squids (the sailors) provide the boat and the jarheads (the marines) provide a squadron of helicopters and also a bunch of grunts (infantry men) to be carried around in the helos.

here are a few things you may not know about the marine corps and the navy. we don't like each other. as a marine, u are taught from day one of recruit training (boot camp) to look down upon sailors with contempt. they don't know how to march, they play volleyball in boot camp, their uniforms always look like shit and since when did dungarees count as a uniform anyway. they look down upon us. they think we are knuckle dragging neanderthals.

as a squid told dahbeed one time "don't forget that the marine corps is a department of the navy" to which the beedster replied "you're damn right it is, it's the MENS department". it's cats vs. dogs, we don't like each other and we don't bother to hide it.

but if u guys know baron von beedenstein at all, u know that beed is a pretty open minded individual and also don't mind swimming upstream if he thinks the cause is worthy.

during the med cruise, beed had become friends with a squid named miles mehaffey. he was from california and had that real laid back california cool about him. he also had an uncle that was a professional golfer but beed can't remember his first name now. miles had come on the cruise with us but not all the way from norfolk virginia. he came aboard after we hit our first port which was rota, spain.

rota is a nice little town, or it was back then. beed loved strolling the streets in the evening and sampling all of the different sangrias from the different sangria stands lining the streets. anyhoo, miles was stationed at the naval base in rota and he just went out with different ships. he was also in electronics but he was involved in the ships electronics. while we were still in the med, miles told beed that when we got back to rota that he would invite beed out to his apartment for a good spaghetti dinner.

he was not housed in base housing so he and a buddy shared an apartment near the central park area of rota. so we made it back to rota and beed caught a taxi to miles' apartment. spaghetti is probably a guys favorite dish to make. it's pretty hard to screw it up and who doesn't love pasta.

after dinner we are enjoying some sangria and started talking about everyones background. beed axed miles' roommate (beed can in no freakin' way remember the guy's name) where he was from. he replied "orlando florida", beed says "no shit, i'm from orlando too originally". his roommate added "well not really orlando, it's altamonte springs, a suburb of orlando" beed said "same here, not really orlando, it's winter park but nobody has ever heard of it so i always say orlando". here is where the small world coincidence occured.

beed told him "hey, i have cousins that live in altamonte springs, they went to lake brantley high school" the roommate said "hell, that's where i went to high school, what are your cousins names?" beed replied "well the one our age is named lonnie carter". now homie gets excited and says "hell, i know lonnie well, not only did we graduate together, i worked at winn-dixie with him" bet ya'll were wondering what in the hell beed had a photo of winn-dixie at the top for.

beed travels halfway around the world, meets a guy one time on a chance dinner with a new found friend and the new guy just happened to know beed's favorite first cousin. we were only a few months apart and spent every day together the first five years of our lives. what are the chances of that happening?

ya'll quit bein' lazy and tell beed one of ya'll's small world stories in the comments section. beed changed the settings so u can post anonymously. hell, post as moe howard, nobody has to know who you are. everybody has at least one small world story and beed wants to believe that he ain't the only person that strange shit like this happens to.

sinceremente,

the honorable sir beedly

it's a small world..........after all

beed has had more than one small world occurences and is gonna share dos (two) of 'em with u. the first one involves another trip to honduras and the second occured when dahbeed was in the marine corps.

okay, beed is on a medical/dental mission trip in honduras. several times in the past, beed would not fly back with the team. he would stay in country for another week and travel. this time beed was accompanied by a good buddy that had been in the marine corps with beed and now lived in texas.

when we were in the marine corps we had been on a med cruise (trust beed here, it's nuttin' like a love boat cruise). one of our ports of call was alexandria egypt. beed and his bud took off immediately for cairo and got to see the sphynx and the great pyramids of giza. so beed wanted to see some mayan pyramids in the northern part of honduras.

we had 4 little boys with us that we knew from previous years. we were trying to show them some things that they would normally nevah have a shot at on their own. if we're doing a story on a third world trip, u will inevitably be treated to a bus trip story. the first bus from the capital city tegucigalpa to san pedro sula was nice. a very clean greyhound style bus with only tickets sold for number of passengers. air conditioned and comfy as hell.

we arrive at one bus station in san pedro sula and have to take a taxi the other bus station. on the way there we saw a dead man in the street and there was military and cops everywhere. it turns out he was a union organizer and was assassinated by some big money folks that didn't relish the idea of paying a fair wage. anyhoo, we get to the new place and buy our tickets. it was one of those old blue bird school buses. we leave san pedro and are on our merry way

we stop in every little town there was and pretty soon the bus is starting to fill up. and guess what......it was a chicken bus.....the kind of bus where people are bringing live chickens on the bus and sitting with them in their laps. beed knows that is a stereotype but he'll swear on a stack of bibles that it happened.

anyhoo, now the bus is packed. beed and his buddy tere, and the 4 boys could not in good conscience sit while there were beat down poor little old ladies standing in the aisle. we gave our seats up to them. none of the men down there were giving theirs up.

we reach the end of the line and have to take another smaller bus from la entrada a copan to copan. it was not crowded at all and we had a nice trip. probably around 8 hours total on the 3 buses.

we got a room at the nicest hotel in the city......pretty decent rooms but nothing like you are used to in the states. and the showers even had hot water. not like here but there is a little device attached to the shower head and u turn it on and it heats the water as it passes through the head. the key is to not turn the water on high volume so it heats it better.

we had met two young girls that were travelling together. one was a brit and the other girl was german. they were around 19 and the adventurous type. anyhoo, they were travelling on a limited budget so we offered them the use of our showers since they had hot water. not while we were in the room mind u, we would let them use it and we would wait in the restaraunt.

we had met some big wig professor from penn state who was working on a dig down there. in the states he prolly wouldn't have given us the time of day.....beed has seen this guy quoted in old national geographic articles chronicalling his dig at the ruins. but a white face and english is a welcome thing when u are living in honduras and he invited us to dinner with him and we in turn had invited the young ladies.

it was a great time.....good food....pretty girls......an interesting as hell professor and really good conversationalist. and if u been readin' the beedster for awhile u can tell he's quite the conversationalist himself. anyhoo, the young ladies arrive at the table and say "thanks A LOT for the hot shower" we replied quizically "what do u mean by that?" huffily they said "the water was NOT hot".

we questioned them again "did u turn the switch on the widowmaker (slang term for the device...picture electrical wiring in a shower) on?" "errrrr, what switch?" we all had a big laugh over that one as beed and his buddy had already had a few adult bevarages with the prof.

the professor axed us when we were going back and we replied on saturday. he then axed us if we would like a ride back to san pedro sula in a s.u.v. instead of taking the buses. we're talking the difference between over 4 hours and chickens on the buses and only two hours in a chevy suburban. it's a no brainer.

we had dinner every night with the professor and just had a very good little vacation. btw, the pyramids, tho' very interesting pale in comparison to those big mammer jammers in egypt. not even close.

saturday arrives and the prof is not going, he's sending a couple of his workers and a grad student to pick up some supplies. so we pile in the s.u.v. and start chatting. beed axed the grad student where he went to school and he told beed "vanderbilt" beed says "oh really, i live pretty close to vandy, bowling green to be exact.....do u know where that is"

he said "not only do i know where it is, i used to live there when i was a kid. my dad was a professor at western and i attended jones-jaggers elemenary school". this school used to be a school for the western professors kids. beed axed him what years did u live there. we started asking and answering questions and it turns out that this kid had been a friend of beed's best friend in elementary school.

so here we are, a couple thousand miles from bowling green, way up in the northeast corner of honduras and beed runs into someone like that. it was cool as hell and made for a really nice drive back to san pedro sula. he drops us off and we make sure that he let the professor once again know how much we enjoyed his hospitality and and his kindness. he assured us that he would.

this damn thing go so long beed is gonna have to wait for another day to do the other one. how about u guys. where is the strangest place that u have had a small world experience?

sinceremente (sincerely)

indiana beed (in honor of indiana jones....that's who beed felt like amid those ruins)

beed's gato (cat).........smokey ;-)

the photo above is not really beed's cat smokey....but it could damn sure pass for his twin. if anyone remembers when dahbeed moved dahbicito into the dorms for his first days of college u will remember the story of smokey the cat.

after we moved 'cito into his dorm.....hid the tears about the fact that your firstborn was actually going to college and returned to an eerily quiet home we got a new cat. how u say? beed is gonna tell u even if u don't axe. it was so quiet with dahbicito not in the house. the esposa was watchin' the tube upstairs, miguelito was in his room and beed wus inevitably surfin' haven.

the upstairs door opened and closed and in walks dahbicito with this tiny little black cat. beed's niece down the street had a cat that had kittens. beed had said no more animals. we had one old calico cat (creatively named callie by beed's kids) that was squirrelly as hell. we had lost our baby dog last december (hit by a car) and beed didn't want any more drama.

when u raise kids, they love to have pets. let's see, we've had dogs, cats, goldfish, exotic fish, hamsters and even a tiny little turtle. beed has wiped away many a tear and assured young boys that there is an animal heaven and performed eulogies for each animal that passed on.

but with the boys growing up beed didn't want to be stuck with and care for animals as the boys move on to teenage-dom. beed axed 'cito....."what are you doing back so soon" he replied, "oh i was just bored so i went to visit amber (first cousin) and play with her kittens. beed thinks there mighta been a little separation anxiety but dahbicito would nevah admit to that. miguelito immediately blurts out "can we keep him daddy?"

beed replied (beed is such a freakin' softy) "well hell, we lost one today, we might as well gain another to take his place." this kitten was completely black with these huge green eyes. hell, it was pretty much all ears and eyes at the time.

beed ain't gonna get into one of those stupid cat people versus dog people discussions as beed has been both his whole life. beed is gonna come out of the closet in all his sissy-ness and admit he loves cats. they remind him of women in that they move so gracefully. their personalities are like women too. they will give u attention only when THEY deem necessary. they basically have their owners wrapped around their fingers the way u ladies do us.

and also like women they let us pretend we are the owner and the boss when they in fact hold all the freakin' cards and we are at their beck and call.

anyhoo, smokey has turned into a cat that is now around 6 months old and absolutely runs this freakin' joint. he is so freakin' awesome. he is such an interesting personality and full of energy. since beed is always the first one up every morning, smokey follows him all ovah the house as he's gettin' ready for another day at the grindstone. when he first gets up he is a freakin' purrin' machine. beed is runnin' around the house and smokey is constantly running between his legs and sounds like a little four legged feline motorboat.

another thing that cracks beed up about smokey. he is the absolute arbiter of what is allowed to move in this house. if he doesn't think something (like beed's shoelaces) should be moving he'll follow it with those big green eyes and then at the opportune moment he will pounce and attack the offender.

and nobody or anything gets a pass. one morning beed had the snow report on and the schools were scrolling across the bottom. and they were doing it without smokey's permission. so he jumps up next to the t.v. and as the words were scrolling off the screen to the left smokey starts hittin' em with his paws as if he can stop them from scrolling off the screen.

he constantly attacks beeds shoelaces as he is tying his shoes for the morning. and he attacks any mouse that is stupid enough to come into the open on his watch. beed lives in the country and every winter beed gets damned field mice that come into the house to escape the cold. to their peril now. beed finally owns a freakin' mouser. of all the cats beed has owned. not one of them was worth a shit as a mouser but smokey has turned into a damn fine one.

he doesn't just kill them though. he likes to play with them after he has disabled them. he picks 'em up with his paws and pitches them up into the air and when they land he dives in for a quick combination of left-right-left that leaves the poor rodent even more bamboozled. by then beed waits for smokey to take them in his mandibles and beed grabs him up and puts the two of them outside so they can settle their differences out in the wild not unlike his bigger cousins (lions) do with wildebeasts.

this morning as beed came downstairs to check out the haven, smokey was hot on his tail. he jumped up into beed's lap and went into his motorboat rendition as beed stroked him. but he got fed up watching that damn mouse cursor move all over the monitor without his permission. beed watched as smokey's eyes followed it all ovah the screen and then he pounced. paws all ovah the keyboard and he just couldn't seem to grasp why that damn cursor kept moving even as he kept strikin' it with his paws.

yup, that damn smokey is sumpin' else. and he does run the joint.

your buddy (the sissy cat lover)

dahbeed

socialization.........internet style

"socialization is a process that begins at birth and continues throughout the rest of our lives. from the perspective of society, we are "barbarians" when we are born. as we come into contact with other individuals and groups we learn various rules of behavior...norms...and we learn to conform to particular roles. this process is referred to as socialization and it helps us to define who we are and how we are expected to behave in social situations. "

beed got that definition from a paper he read on the effects that the internet is having on our socialization patterns. that paper does not say so but beed has read other articles that stated that the internet is the equivalent to anathema in re socialization. they say that we folks that enjoy the internet are faceless souls that never get out and mingle, preferring to hide in our basement family rooms in front of a monitor.

now beed is sure that is the case with some folks. they will say things on a message board or in an i.m. that they would not dream of saying to another person face to face, and that is a powerful thing. the old saying "sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me" is not entirely true.

they can't physically hurt you, but palabras (words) are very powerful indeed and once they've left your mouth or your keyboard it's too late.....that bell can't be unrung. beed sees examples of it all the time on the sports message boards he frequents. someone sees a dissenting opinion and they go into bash mode calling the dissenter names and completely trashing their opinion. and beed is by no means without sin on this subject. he has written some truly stoopid shit and wished he could have taken them back.

but beed digresses.....he wants to state that in HIS particular case he has made many new friends just because of the internet and especially because of a particular sports message board. on the absolutely freak occurence that anybody besides beed's 3 or 4 buddies that read this site would read this blog beed will mention the board. it's the hilltopperhaven.com sports message board. there is a link to it on the right hand side.

several years ago, we all decided to meet some of the faces behind the names and br1045 (jan) put it all together and around 15 or so of us showed up at o'charley's. it was like we already knew each other from our on screen personalities. since that time we have had an annual gathering and one year beed met a college kid that was getting called out by a drunk toppah fan at buffalo wild wings. the kid really handled the situation well and beed was impressed with his maturity and hung out with him the rest of the night.

beed ended up inviting the kid (murph) out to his house for a home cooked meal. that was an awful long time ago......my how time flies. murph would bring his college buddies out on friday evening for pizza and fun with the beed household. he was old enough to speak on sports with beed but young enough to fight and argue and play video games with beed's two boys.

beed wuz wonderin' one time......why would young college kids want to come out to an old guy's house on a friday night instead of doin' sumpin' with other kids. it finally hit beed, his casa reminded murph and all his friends of their casas and these were just a good bunch of kids that didn't run home every weekend.

beed still keeps up with these kids as they are now young adults. last night there was an impromptu gathering at b-dubs to watch the western kentucky vs. denver hoops game. beed didn't count how many were in attendance but there were a bunch of us there. lots of people were introducing themselves by their screen names.

beed has made many new friends directly from the haven. he has 2 new college kids that he has invited out for a lasagna dinner on sunday afternoon. they are ricker and topofnky. they are both one year ahead of beed's son dahbicito who is a freshman at western. or they might be 2 years ahead of him. beed can't remember for sure.

beed has made friends with a gentleman who goes by the moniker of shunpiker. he's the only person beed has met on haven that may very well be as quirky as him. beed met swordfish at a game this year. there's not a wittier guy on the board.

beed has known txtop through the internet for at least 12 years and as his job finally brought him to bowling green we have become pretty good friends. the same goes for tjo. good guys that beed now counts as a friend.

beed guesses u could easily become an internet hermit but he and his friends now get together after every home game for some wings, a couple of brews and a whole bunch of laughing and doggin' on each other. beed don't unnastand why, but he usually has the biggest target on his chest for gettin' dogged out.

btw, on the little video clip at the top, the first kid is beed's son....dahbicito (little david) and the really skinny old man with the shiny dome and wearin' a wku 33 jersey is none other than yours truly, the beedster. one of beed's new college kids shot that with his phone beed believes.

beed didn't even come close to mentioning all of the new friends he made via the internet but he can personally refute that the internet is stunting socialization in beed's tiny little world.

yours truly,

beedle (in honor of google)

the ONLY white boy on the bus!

it wuz a bus on par with this one and beed wuz the only gringo on the damn thing. more on that later.....some background first. dahbeed has been on 20 medical/dental mission trips to honduras and nicaragua. he's done just about every job on the team except play doctor or nurse. he has pulled some teeth before but that is for another story.

it was a baptist organization and they are doing wonderful things in central america. they roll into a little village with around 50 plus gringos and prolly at least 20 of the local mission staff. anyhoo, two years before beed had befriended 2 young boys in a village named oropoli, he became such good friends with the boys and their families that they trusted beed and some of his friends to take them to snorkel up in some caribean islands and the next year to some mayan ruins.

well they knew beed wuz coming down again and they wanted to go work with our team. they met us at the mission house but there wasn't going to be enough room for them so beed grabbed them, shared a cab with a doctor from mobile alabama and his daughter and a pharmacist and we went to get a hotel room. we would catch a cab the next morning to meet the mission team before it headed out on a 9 hour bus ride.

well, let's just say that beed, the doc and the pharmacist were a little more liberal about imbibing than the rest of the mission team.....we woulda been booted to say the least. but we were at a hotel and not representing the mission team so we didn't mind having a few adult beverages amongst friends. needless to say, one shot of ta'-kill-ya (tequila) led to another and the next morning was none too kind to the beed's cabeza (head).

we packed our gear up, caught a cab and loaded up on the bus with the rest of the team. beed is dyin' and is sittin' with one of the boys....jairo....and is resting his head on his forearms on the seat in front of him tryin' to sleep amidst several rounds of kumbaya being sung at a fever pitch. we were about 2 hours outside of the capital city...tegucigalpa....and were gettin' ready to stop and load up some supplies when beed's head shot up as he realized sumpin'.

HOLY F'IN SHIT!!!!!!!!! beed had hidden his money between the mattresses at the hotel and forgot to get it out that morning. an already queasy stomach got even sicker as beed knew that whatever poor maid cleaned up his room would be tellin' him "no senor, we no haf no monee, we no fine no monee in joo room" it was 320.00 dollars u.s. and beed wuz now getting pale.

beed went to the team leader and told him about the mistake. since beed had been on so many trips before the leader suggested beed catch the next bus back into town and go to the hotel and then just take buses on his own for the 9 hour trip. so beed and jairo and melvin walked down to the bus stop and caught the next bus back. we didn't call because we didn't want to tip them off. at the bus station in tegu we grabbed a cab back to the hotel.

we went up to the manager and told him we had left something in the room so he called the maid. she said she had not found anything and beed just said, "let me in the room and i'll show u" they let beed in and he went straight to the bed as the manager and maid looked on at beed like he was a crazy gringo. beed lifted the mattress and let out a sigh of relief when he found his stash of cash. beed bets that poor little old honduran maid checked every mattress on every bed she made after that.

okay, cab back to the bus station. we grab a bus that will take us from tegu to danli, a city about the size of bowling green. this bus was a big greyhound type bus but it was very old and in poor shape but it was at least not crowded.

we get off that bus in danli and purchase tickets from danli to las trojes, the final destination. here is where the fun comes in as dahbeed is the only white face that he sees in a very crowded bus terminal. beed and jairo and melvin traipse ovah to the bus for las trojes. it's completely empty. beed counts the seats and if one person sat where one person was supposed to sit that bus would have held 24 people. but guess what, more than 24 people want on the bus and the bus driver being the entrepreneur that he was, was more than happy to oblige all of us.

by the time they got finished jamming us on there like sardines in a tin, there were around 58 people give or take a honduran.....and beed was damn sure the only gringo on there. but beed has done a bunch of traveling and that shit don't bother him.

u better be comfortable with your masculinity in a situation like that as u are truly asshole to bellybutton. a funny thing happened as we were traveling. there was a pretty young lady right next to beed and he was watching her and her grandmother as beed could not turn in any direction. this is how jammed in we were. oh yeah, u better be comfortable with the the odors of the bodies of people that routinely work in 90 degree plus heat. but beed's a trooper. he can handle it.

anyhoo, breast feeding is a common thing down there. they have not perverted the female breast where it is only a sex object like we have in the states. many a time women would be standing in the clinic line and just whip it out and stick a baby right to it to suckle. they think nothing of it as it is a natural thing. but this girl was probably around 17 years old and obviously had not seen to many white folks in her young life. anyhoo, this baby starts pawing at her.

beed could tell she didn't want to do it in front of him so, even tho' he could not physically turn his body he did avert his eyes. and her baby was not to be denied, he was pawing the hell out of her and grandma is giving her the what for about not feeding the baby. finally the baby won the battle for the boob and was immediately quieted. after about 2 hours on the road enough people had gotten off of the bus that it opened up seats for the rest of us.

around 9:00 that night beed and jairo and melvin finally drag their tired hungry asses into the mission complex. supper was already done but beed learned early on to befriend the cook and she was able to whip up some sammiches for us.

the moral of this story, don't hide your money under the mattress or don't drink any ta'-kill-ya.

but it was still an interesting day in the life of the beedster.

sinceremente, (sincerely)

el blanquito (the little whitey)

un tatuaje.........to ink or not to ink

un tatuaje (a tattoo) is a decision that should be made whilst sober and of sound mind. cuz it ain't comin' off homie. beed currently has 2 tatuaje's. the one of 2 lizards chasing each other's tails on his chest that u can see in beed's profile photo. the other one is one that dahbeed designed himself, had chris at topper's fine lines tattoo parlor clean up with his artistic skills and then had chris himself perform the act on beed's right shoulder. if beed uploaded it correctly, it should be at the top of this post. remember beed is takin' baby steps on this blog.

has beed ever regretted his decision to have lines of ink pushed under his epidermis? "can i get a big HELL NAW from the congregation?" beed loves both of them and loves it during the summer when he's swimming so he can proudly display both.

u see, from the time beed saw the tattoos on his uncle, who was home visiting from the army when beed was 5, he's wanted one. beed was captivated by the few his tio (uncle) had. oh, and it's not the crazy uncle either.

but beed's momma hated them, said they were for white trash and that beed better not evah get one or it would break her heart. now beed do unnastand her point to a degree......if beed was sporting a jailhouse "t-r-u-e l-o-v-e" across his knuckles, well that could have a trashy look to it. but that ain't what beed is sportin'. his look good.

because the beedstah was a momma's boy, he honored her wishes, even as all his buddies were gettin' them while beed was in the marine corps. four years beed pined for a bulldog with USMC beneath it. but beed was a good young man and didn't go against his momma's wishes.

fast forward a whole buncha years and now tats have become much more socially acceptable. people from all walks of life, doctors, lawyers, business men join into the tattoo frenzy of the 80's. of course, bikers have always sported tats.

beed tried to talk to the esposa (wife) about him getting one and her typical response was unadulterated hysteria. beed just didn't unnastand why....it wasn't goin' on her. she would not have to put up with the pain, beed would. but she still had it in her mindset that they were only worn by white trash also.

as mentioned in a previous post, beed's middle brother died on june 19th, 1995 of malignant melanoma. we had been very close, only 18 months apart. his death did have a profound effect on beed. beed's best friend of 22 years died from a massive heart attack at the age of 39 on december 15th, 2002. another profound effect.

beed came to the realization that we only get one shot on this old orb called earth. hell, he knew that before but it just had more impact on his thinking now. beed realized that for 42 years he had been living his life to please first his momma, and then his esposa and his grandmother and mother in law.....hell the list goes on forevah and evah.

now there is nothing at all wrong with considering what your actions will have on the ones you love. but beed finally just said, "dammit, this is going to hurt nobody but me" "i've wanted one my whole life but nevah got one because of other peoples opinions on them."

maybe beed finally after 42 years grew a set. ya' think? anyhoo, he told the esposa he was gonna get one, she told him "no you can't". beed told her he wuzn't kidding but beed guesses she didn't believe him until he came home with it, at which time clocks stopped, the trains stopped running on time, there was a massive earthquake in brazil, mt. saint helens erupted again, one world calamity after another.

actually, there was just some screamin' and yellin' on her part and some holdin' his hands over his ears on beed's part as she's a damn good screamer and yeller. but time heals all wounds and she eventually accepted it and nothing terrible came from it.

a couple of years after the first one beed wanted another, this time in a place where he could wear a sleeveless shirt and display it in public. beed started out with a piece of samoan blackwork and changed it around and added the colors that were in his first tat. beed believes it's as important to color co-ordinate one's tats as it is one's slacks and socks.

at the top of the tat, it has 1961 bdc 1995. beed's hermanito's (little brother's) initials and the years he lived. in the middle it says siempre fuerte (always strong). at the bottom it has 1963 jfs 2002. yup, u guessed it, beed's best buddie's info. damn ya'll catch things quickly, but that's cuz beed don't run wit' no dummies, he runs with a sharp crowd.

beed don't know if ya'll could give a big mierda (shit) less about his tattoos but the reason he is bringing it up now is cuz beed be fixin' to get another one for his left shoulder. nuttin' huge, not a grim reaper, beed ain't completely settled on what he wants yet but he's been thinkin' of a dreamcatcher using of course the same coloring as the other 2.

he also brings this story to the blog to give all 3 of his readers some advice. if there is something that you have always wanted but never did because of others opinions, in the name of almighty nike.....just do it. if it's not gonna take food off of your families table and isn't going to physically disable anybody, do it.

beed hates it if that comes across as selfish but there are times in our lives where we can be just a teeny tiny little itty bitty bit selfish. you have been issued one life. you don't get another one (unless u believe in re-incarnation and if you do beed hopes u come back as an opossum). this ain't a kids game where you get to holla out, "i wanna do over, that wasn't fair".

thank the good Lord every morning you wake up with your health and by all means live your life to the fullest. that's why in the hell beed, a 46 year old fogey is gonna be right down in the front at the kid rock concert at the end of this month.

sincerely as always,

rat-turd (in honor of bikers everywhere, they never are just david or robert)

womans......beed loves 'em

disclaimer: beed didn't know what in the hell he was doing yesterday when he made the post about womans. he actually started a separate blog to post it. today beed found out how to keep them all on one page so he has copied and pasted it so now all of his diatribes will be on this homepage..... so solly for previous incompetence.

let's dispense with the obvious right off the bat. beed knows it ain't womans, it's women. but beed used to have a very good amigo (friend) that was puerto rican named carlos (charles). carlos was one of the most intelligent people that beed has run across in his travails and travels.

he was not only book smart but he grew up in one of the rough and tumble barrios (neighborhoods) of old san juan and he was extremely street wise and tough. he spent 20 years in uncle sam's service in the u.s. army. he arrived in the u.s. and couldn't speak a lick of english. when beed knew him, carlos still had a puerto rican accent but his english and his grammar was better than the average kentuckian. (yup beed knows that is a backhanded compliment and beed loves kentuckians as he are one now, but let's be honest, we can butcher the queens english)

when carlos would get excited he would make the occasional mistake and there was not much that excited him more than women. occasionally he would say "i tell u what dahbeed, i f'in love womans" u see, the plural of mujer (woman) in spanish is mujeres (women). there is no vocalic change, it doesn't change from mujer to mujar like we do with woman and women. u can see how he would make that common mistake, especially when it was a subject that excited him.

carlos was also from the old school latino thinking that womans were the flowers of the world and men were the bees and it was our requisite charge to try and pollinate as many flowers as we could. it didn't matter that he was married. beed will tell u this, as he has spent a lot of time in latin america and has spoken to both men and women on the subject. it is almost an accepted practice down there for a man to be married and still have a girlfriend on the side.the man is not to flaunt it. the wife does not like it at all but most women down there have an opinion that men are weak creatures of the flesh and cannot help themselves in this matter. and don't get caught ....... as latina women have terrible tempers ....... remember lorena bobbitt ..... she was a latina, nuff said.

that is one helluva long explanation to a title. beed is tired already and hasn't even really addressed his subject matter.

beed loves women. beed is married and loves his esposa but beed loves women. women are definitely the more refined creature of the species. beed loves their long elegant fingers. they don't have pudgy little cigars for digits like we men have. beed also loves women with long elegant necks. beed told ya'll in his first post he was one twisted sick individual and warned u about coming back for more of his daily insanity.

beed loves to watch women doing the little things that they would consider trivial but amaze dahbeed. whilst sitting at a red light this morning beed looked in his rear view mirror and there was a young lady, prolly late 20's with her daughter, prolly 8 or 9. it was a long light and beed watched as this woman started fluffing her hair and then running her fingers through it and finally pulled it into a pony tail and then put one of those things around it to hold it ....... aren't they called scrunchies or something like that?

that little skill has always amazed beed as he has watched women do it as easily as they take in a breath. but beed has never really thought it looked easy to do. they have to hold the tail, then take the scrunchie thing and pull it on and then stretch it out and repeat a couple more times.

since beed's progeny are both male creatures, he has never had a little girl that he would have to teach these life skills to. is there a guidebook somewhere that women use to teach their daughters all of these little skills of the land of estrogen? beed is just curious because as he said earlier, it is something women do as a second nature and it is something that beed loves. keep it up women, u will never know when a twisted, sick individual like dahbeed is watching u do something that u consider trivial and he considers amazing.

due to an extremely strong will, and a deep seated fear of going to either jail or a sanatorium, beed has yet to rush up to a woman fixing a pony tail and blurt out "I THINK I'M IN LOVE FOR THE 97,895TH TIME!!!!!!"

your sick friend,

the honorable sir beedly

everybody has one.......the crazy uncle!

wow.........beed don't know if he should write the following or not as it most definitely will open him up for ridicule. beed was discussin' a topic with a friend of his last week. it wuz about family. u know the old sayin', "you can pick your nose, you can pick your friends but you can't pick your family"

beed's buddy mike (whom beed wuz havin' the discussion with) is an extremely intelligent guy. from his description, all of his brothers and sisters are pretty sharp and all have pretty much become productive citizens. and they are big family, mike is the youngest of 12 kids. but even mike admitted that, sure, his extended family had a few black sheep in it also.

if most people would be honest, they would have to admit that even the best of families are going to have an abberation or two. it might be a brother, cousin, sister or the ever present in all families....... el loco tio (the crazy uncle). beed is gonna straight up admit he has a crazy uncle. this uncle is extremely intelligent but for whatever reason, his brain chooses not to maintain the proper amount of neurotransmitters, creating a chemical imbalance that causes him to do some flat out stupid shit.

beed hasn't even seen this uncle in a couple of years and he lives in b.g. beed's not going to list any specific act of idiocy from his uncle but if beed is ever feelin' low or thinkin' he has truly lost it this time all he has to do for a massive dose of self-esteem is pick up the telly-phone, call his mom up and and question her "how is uncle xxxxx doin' these days".

beed's precious mom is one of those people that is all too happy to share the family dirty laundry with another family member. beed, is one of those people that honestly doesn't want to know what stupid shit that a relative has done so he rarely does do this, but on the occasions he has done it, he usually uses ends up using phrases like "no kiddin?" .... "he didn't really do that did he?"...."why in the hell would anyone do that?"

beed's precious mom has done so many things to help her little brother out that it amazes beed. beed unnastands about takin' care of your siblings but if beed's hermanito (little brother) had treated beed the way el loco tio has treated moms, beed would have kicked his ass to the curb a long time ago.

beed guesses that is just another reason that dahbeed loves women so much. it never ceases to amaze dahbeed at how compassionate that the majority of women are. men, will give you a couple of chances but then it's out with the garbage. maybe that's why there are so many more female nurses than male nurses. we as a society need those people that will care for us when we are hurt.

we need that person that cleans that scrape and blows on it to make it feel better and give us some milk and cookies to help make the pain go away. women seem so much more ameniable to these roles than men do.

bein' a former marine, beed has always been a traditionally macho, tough guy personality. but when the entire family was gathered at beed's middle brother's deathbed (cancer got him 10 years ago) it wasn't beed that held things together. it was a 5'2, 105 pound angel in a nurses uniform that kept that whole room together.

beed marveled at the strength it must take to work on the floor where they put patients who are obviously near death. how could you come to work every day knowing you were going to lose a patient again today and there would probably be a roomful of family members that were going to lose it and your job was to make it as painless as possible?

beed wishes he had remembered that young nurses name.....she was no older than very early 20's but she had a strength and compassion that beed has yet to see in the strongest of men.

wow, beed don't know how he ended up here.....he started out talking about el loco tio and how every family had one and ended up talking about how he fell in love with an angel of mercy 10 years ago because of the compassion and empathy she displayed at the most difficult of times.

here's a shout out to all the female nurses of the world......we love ya'll and thanks for bein' there for us.

beed will try not to ramble so much next time or veer significantly off course but for those of you that have been readin' dahbeed for awhile on hilltoppah haven, you know that is a promise that he might very well break.