One More Step Up


 

Greetings to all my Pig fans out there.

 Best Buddies

I have great news today. 

 

There are times in our lives when we achieve great accomplishments.

 

Like drinking our first beer.

 

Or scoring your first (real) phone number from a hot babe.

 What a smile

Perhaps it could be the first time you reach 100MPH on a motorcycle and still be in 3rd gear.

 

For writers it could be your first cover story on a magazine.  And that is what has been accomplished for me.

 

Yeap, squeeze me til I squeal cause I just got my first cover story writing for Thunder Roads Texas Magazine.

 

I’m so happy about; I wanted to share it with you all. 

 

It’s a story about two people falling in love and riding off into the sunset together.

 Isn't she pretty

Read it and tell me what you think.

 

Ride HARD or Stay Home.

 

Pig

 

 

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Writes Block


 

Greetings Piglets,

 

It’s your master of home
disasters here once again for another bull session.  Ever have one of the kind of day when you try
to come up with a new blog page to post, but you just can’t come up with
anything new to write about.  Well that
is just what I am going through.

 

I read a post the other
day from the word bitches that addressed the very problem I am having.  Trish Loye Elliott had 10 ways to help
motivate those with a little bit of writers block. I have to say they were all
good ideas for me to try.  Unfortunately
none of them worked for me.  Please allow
me to explain.

 

It was suggested to
have/use a “clean and quite work area”.
Pig Pens don’t work that way, they are muddy, dirty and loud.

 

It was suggested to
“schedule time for writing”.  Hard to do
when it interrupts your beer drinking.

 

I tried jogging like it
was suggested.  Nope, I spent all my time
running from the dog catcher.  Can’t
write when you are out of breath.

 

Trish also said to take a
shower.  Now this did start to work.  I began to relax and thoughts came to my
head.  Sadly, they all left when I got
out of the shower.  Mom started yelling
at me for all the mud I left in the shower.
Now I think she is going to need therapy.

 

I tried the writing
friends too.  But that didn’t work, they
all drink wine instead of beer.

 

So I switched to
music.  Nope, kept hearing beer drinking
songs
.

 

I had one last try to
make.  I tried reading quotes.  I’m not sure if it worked or not.  But I did find one quote I liked

 

“Our greatest weakness
lies in giving up.  The most certain way
to succeed is always to try just one more time”
Thomas A. Edison


Thomas Edison

Thomas Edison (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

So I wrote this blog
page.  Does that count?

 

Dreams


 

 

 

Pig Writes

 

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Dreams

 

It has been awhile since my last real dream.

I’m not talking about the kind you have when you sleep.

Those you have no control over.

 

I’m talking about the dreams for the future.

The dreams of what you desire for your life.

The ones you want your life to become.

 

I feel like I have lost mine.

I know they are not gone.

It just seems I lost direction in making mine come true.

For now I feel like a car stuck in the mud.

No traction – just spinning in the slick.

 

Have you ever felt that way?

 

What have you done to get them back?

 

It’s funny how we always know what we want.

Achieving those dreams is never easy.

Only we are the master of our own future.

 

A new car or bigger house.

A shining new Harley.

A harem of hot women with no commitment issues.

Or maybe it’s a dream of financial security.

 

My dreams are my drive.

They motivate me to do better with my life.

They push me to achieve them.

 

I have to get them back.

 

What do your dreams do for you?

 

Drop me a comment of what your dreams do for you.  I would love to hear them and any suggestions you may have in helping me find my dreams.

 

Another Christmas Story The Conclusion


 

Pig Writes:

Damm Cats, look at what they did!

Later that night Christmas Eve, we sat by the fire sipping on some Christmas cheer.

I felt depressed and let down for the old craftsman.

I felt an empty hole deep inside of me.

But then my old friend spoke up and said “There is more to Christmas than just presents, Pig. I knew before I even took that toy box over there she wouldn’t like it.”

Then why did you do it? Why go through all that trouble and expense?

A smile came across his face, one that warmed the room. I could feel peace in the air. “I learned a long, long time ago you came never outgive the greatest gift ever given” he said.

Christmas is not about presents, or trees, lights and decorations. Christmas is about the one present God gave each of us, His son, Jesus Christ. That is the greatest gift ever given.

It says in John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his only son for those who believe in Him will have everlasting life.

That woman has spent her whole life busy trying to keep up with the Jones. She has lost any clue as to what Christmas is all about.

I built that toy box for my nephew, not for her. What she wanted was a high dollar piece of furniture to make her house look good. But it was not for her.

A hand made present has more meaning than any store bought present ever could. It means that you care enough about that person to spend time doing something nice for them.

I have received lots of Christmas presents through the years. Right now I cannot remember but only a few of them. But what I do remember is the Christmas gatherings and time I spent with family and friends. That means more to me than any present ever could.

Christmas is about our love for one another. It’s not about all that psycho baloney “Oh, I didn’t get the G.I. Joe with the kung foo grip for Christmas and now I am scarred for life and it’s all your fault”.

There was a pause as we both took a good long drag off of our Christmas cheer.

Then he said, “Pig, I want to learn to live your life by three little words.”

OK, hit me.”

Live, Laugh, Love” he said to me.

Live your life to the fullest each day as if it was your last.

Laugh with all of your might at everything funny.

Love with all your heart and all your soul.

There was another pause as I soaked in the words he had just spoken to me.

I looked at him and he smiled back at me. “Does this mean you won’t like my Christmas present to you?”

What did you buy me Pig?”

A six pack of beer.”

Well then break it out and we’ll share it together my little pink friend” he said with a boisterous laugh as he gave me a hug. I have to admit, sitting by the fire with my best friend just talking and laughing. Well, that beer tasted pretty darn good to me.

Merry Christmas Everybody

Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig

 

Another Christmas Story Part Two


Another Christmas Story Part Two

Pig Writes

A whole week went by and the materials sat there in the shop. Not a tool was pulled off the shelf nor a pencil sharpened.

His mind raged on in battle as to why he must face this task.

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A task for a nephew he never met, for a sister-in-law he could not tolerate.

She cut him down in the past for his beliefs forged in the “old school” ways. He learned it was better to keep the peace, to mind his own business and keep to himself.

Now he is tasked to build something for the one person he despised the most.

The plan to build the toy box was simple, a few cuts of wood, a dab of glue along with a few screws and the toy box would be put together in a few hours. Yet he could not bring himself to the shop and start the project.

His heart was not in it.

His heart was not in it for all the wrong reasons.

It wasn’t the nephew’s fault.

But then Friday came with news of a horrible tragedy.

Twenty children and six adults would lose their lives to a madman.

The laughter silenced. The joy gone.

Those left behind will bear great pain for their loss.

Something changed inside the man’s mind. There was now movement in his heart.

Early that Saturday morning the work had begun. The tools of his craft were dusted off, cleaned and oiled. Blades were sharpened. Everything was ready to go.

I watched off to the side as the man got busy with his work. What he did once before as a young man now was a bit harder for him to do. The paunch of his fat belly strained his back, his tired eyes required prescription glasses instead of safety glasses. It was most certain he was not the same young man as long ago.

I watched as he toiled to make measurements and cuts. His written plans and drawings were more like notes scratched on paper to serve as reminders to him. The plan in his head being transferred to his hands. It didn’t take long before the raw materials began to take shape of a toy box. He continued working throughout the day. Only stopping for the occasional smoke break and a drink of his Dr. Pepper.

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I asked him once during the day why he was going through all this work if he really didn’t want to. His only reply was “I have my reason.”

Singular.

That meant only one reason why.

I pondered as to what that one reason was.

At the end of the day the mans wife came out to the shop to see the progress made.

A smile grew on her face for she was pleased in what she saw.

Before her stood a grand toy box and shelf.

The wood was bare, the edges were rough-like the man who built it.

She loved him with all of her heart.

After a pause, the wife looked at her husband and asked “Where will the stars go?”

Stars?”, the man & I looked at each other, “What stars?”

Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig.

Another Christmas Story Part One


 

Another
Christmas Story

Part
One

Pig
Writes.

The bike is ready to go

The bike is ready to go

Long,
long ago there was a young man who had desires to be a woodworker.

He was
creative. He learned many things from his father.

He
learned how to use tools safely and how to care for them.

He
learned his craft true and straight like the cuts he made into the
wood he used. Better yet, like a true craftsman, he learned how to
hide his mistakes.

The
young man made all sorts of things, from wooden toys to shelves and
even furniture. For he was good at his craft.

English: old craft

English: old craft (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

People
from all around wanted him to build things for them.

But
then one day, he put his tools down and stored them away. People had
changed. They didn’t want to pay him what he was owed for his
services. They all seemed to take advantage of him for his craft.

The
love of his craft was gone. The young man no longer enjoyed what he
did.

That
was many years ago.

Recently
there was a birth of a nephew in the family and Christmas would soon
arrive.

The
man was asked by his wife to build a toy box for the new nephew as a
Christmas present.

At
first the man said “No!”. But his wife knew how to push his
buttons to convince him to say “Yes”. The poor guy never stood a
chance. Broken down and ashamed I heard him mutter “OK, I’ll do
it”.

He
would agree to build a toy box for the new nephew, but not for the
sister-in-law who could not bear to stand in the same room as him.

What
was going through his mind at that moment, I would not know.

I
wasn’t sure as to why he would agree to build something his heart was
not into.

I
would learn why soon enough.

Ride
HARD or Stay Home

Pig

 

Rainman Gets Arrested


 

Pig Writes:

Hey there Piglets, yes, yes, yes, it’s me again. I have a new update for you. Are you ready for this? Here we go. In my last post I told ya’ll how Rainman (in his age of wisdom) forgot to renew his Texas drivers’ license. And now it is time to tell you what happened at the DMV As ya’ll know, at the DMV they have state troopers hanging out in the back room. They wait for dumb butts who walk in with warrants on their records and try to renew their license. They also wait there for the ones who drive up with a expired license too. And since Rainman has been driving for the past few weeks on an expired license…

I wanted to go with him over to the DMV just to watch the show. You know the one; it is where the cop gives you the demonstration of how to properly apply his baton to the back of Rainman’s head. That happens just before he properly applies the handcuffs. Having personally been in that situation, I knew I would enjoy seeing it happen to Rainman for the first time.

Now I know what you all are thinking. “Shame on you Pig for wanting to see your best friend be treated like that.” Yeah, yeah, I know. But it’s like this, Rainman is always telling me to behave. He never wants to let me get into trouble. There is no fun in good behavior. And once, just once, I would like for him to see and feel what I go through. OK, now with that said, here we go.

That day I went to work with Rainman and at lunch time he would head over to the DMV. Along the way there, I convinced him to stop and get me some lunch since once he was arrested; I knew it would be a while til I get to eat again. When we got to the DMV I stayed out in the truck while he went inside. I could see through the window he would be waiting in line a while so I finished my burger.

When it was his turn, I went up to the glass to watch. I would have gone inside but the sign on the door said “No Pets”, I didn’t want to push my luck. Chewing on some now cold fries, I watched and waited for the state trooper to come out as Rainman went to the front counter. He handed the girl his expired license. Yeap, any minute now that cop will come out.

Instead the girl handed him the card back with another piece of paper to fill out. They must wait with the cop to give Rainman a chance to fill out the “What to do with the dead body” form.

Rainman walked over to another table and began to fill the form out. This was much better, that must be where they will arrest him, it is right in front of everyone there. It was perfect to make an example of him.

I waited, still no cop yet.

Then Rainman went over to another counter. Ahhh, so that’s where they will do it. He was greeted by a smiling lady. That’s a trick they use. They smile at you to make you feel at ease for the coming doom.

Wait for it…

Any minute now that cop will come busting out the door and smack him on the head. I was on pins and needles waiting.

Wait for it…

Now he is looking in something that looks like a microscope, he is still talking to her.

Now he is pulling out his wallet. Maybe he has to empty his pockets.

No, now he is handing her money, OMG he’s paying her off to stay out of jail. Wait a minute, that sure is a cheap payoff.

W.T.H. She just handed him back his license along with another piece of paper. He’s still smiling. Here he comes. But…, but…, where the cops?

Come on Pig, we’re done here.” He said walking to the truck.

Hey, what’s the deal here?” “Why weren’t you arrested in there?”

Pig, I tried to tell you before, I only needed to renew my license, Come on Dude, let’s go.”

Awe Man, where the fun in that?