EPIC FAIL!

HAHA.


HAHA


HAHA


BOSTON IS OUT!

BYE BYE... AS MUCH AS THE MEDIA WANTED YOU IN THE PLAYOFFS.





My Shadowy Flight...

That damned Knight Rider theme has been on repeat and shuffle in my head for a few days now.


Especially when I walk into a room, If only I had a black Members Only jacket, like the one I used to have back in the day.


Ahhhh… those were the days. TSEHOOTSOOI Middle School… Back when chicks dug the Members Only look.

...Let's Skirt The Issue...

Back when I was stationed in MCAS Yuma, I made quick friends with a goth/doom & gloom/punk chick, named Mrs Watts. Her husband at the time, Dan, was in the Marine Corps as well and when I met his wife, he was on deployment in Japan. So being the Goth chick she was, it was fairly understandeable her reasons for being out and about that nite we met, enjoying the nightly Redneck Fest that was the base E-Club.



As far back as I remember I have been a bit of an occult hound and a fan of pretty much anything that went bump in the night/dark. (Thanks in part to the Window Rock Public Library’s extensive Occult and Paranormal books section, which it’s only rival was the FBI’s X-Files Section in J. Edgar Hooverville… at the time.) Aside from the standards such as the Necromonicon and any of Aleister Crowley’s numerous works, I also obtained a pretty detailed Palm Reading book in the bargain box at a little known occult resources haven, the base PX in Camp Leujeune, NC.


So armed with above said mischievious knowledge, I set out onto the world and the local bars to spread the WERD. This wasn’t my first time utilizing this knowledge. Not to gain favors or attract the opposite sex, but to actually use the knowledge and see if it was indeed accurate was its main function. My second reading of the night, at the E-Club, was a Corps brother of mine, while chugging back mind opening Keystone Light. I suppose I did a fairly good job at the reading as I nearly made his weak ass shed tears.


A few cold alcoholic beverages earlier and just before my drunken rant into the esoteric world of the occult and related paranormal abilities, he had introduced me to his friend and sidekick, Mrs Watts. My alleged slurred declaration that “I can read your palm!” opened the discussion. We immediately began talking and found we had much more in common than choice in alcohol and the haunts we frequented. Not only did we like the same things, but we also hated the same things. So I had an instant buddy in her and she would eventually become my partner in crime (totally plutonic) in the Yuma and San Luis portion of Arizona. Even when her husband came back, we all hung out like we were the ANTI-Huey, Dewey and Louie (That’s an entire story in itself)

So I read her palm.


I gave her a brief account of her life and what has happened and what may happen. I explained what each line meant, why it was there, why there were more lines on one hand than the other, what why how where when… straight from the book.


Upon the completion of my explanation, she slapped me and told me “Go to hell… you’re the devil!”


So the rest of the night I pariahed myself to a small lonely side bar next to the urine smelling restroom, as I wanted to avoid any further physical confrontation or drama. Maybe into the 8th can of liquid courage, I decided enough was enough and headed over to where my bros were sitting with Mrs. Watts. I went into fight or flight mode and never turned my back to her.


We eventually started talking as stated above.


I explained that I bought a book somewhere and read it and used only part of its explanations and so far it seemed to be fairly accurate. But then sometimes, as in human nature and in an individuals history, most occurances are pretty common, be it good or bad. Much of the readings could be attributed to detailing vague answers. But all in all, I just give the explanation the book says what this line, dash, offsprig means or could mean.


So from then until I was transferred to a different base, we were best buds, committing crimes against humanity together. Ha jk


One of the best things about hanging out was exploring new music. We loved the same kind of music, from the Red Hot Chili Peppers and REM to the Smiths, from Depeche Mode and Minor Threat to the Cure. But one of the most influential bands she introduced me to was Christian Death.


I have always been a little dark and evil in my own way, I've always tended to gravitate towards it but not like satanic or Hitleresquely (new word) evil. Just a slightly more than interested rubberneck at accident scenes, the occassional thoughts of blood and mayhem during times of boredom, sporatic malevolent what-iffings, semi-frequent imagery ladened ill will and such.


Really nothing hardcore, just your standard everyday household evil and misgivings. Not even remotely like the Mike Myers “…so evil, that you would say it was E-VEEL, like it's the FRU-ETS of the DEV-EEL. E-VEEL” in So I Married an Axe Murderer.

 Being a little crazy, I automatically loved Christian Death. Being that this was way before internet and online lyrics, I had to repeatedly listen to and read the lyrics to understand the eloquent poetry of Rozz Williams. I had Only Theatre of Pain CD in my 90’s JVC boombox on repeat, volume at 11, everyday for the better part of 2 years. I would make multiple copies on cassette as pretty much cassettes were the only thing that would survive multiple deployments to various regions of the world.


I remember every word, inflection, nuance, every note, every beat. That’s how much I loved Christian Death. It was a very,very welcome departure from the mainstream Bel Biv Devoes, Tag Team, Ace of Base and Bangles that dominated the airwaves day in and day out, effectively corrupting lesser minds and weaker wills forever. Even in 2011.


The Marine Corps microcosm is inherently filled with southern thinking redneck power assholes. They are afraid to try new things, they hate what they don’t understand and even worse, they don’t want to look inferior in a pack of inferior minds. But just when you make up your mind to write off an entire portion of society based on traditional behavior, a new trend emerges. Intelligence and open minded-ness. Many a closed minded country bumpkin became goths over night when Nine Inch Nails hit the mainstream. All of a sudden it was cool to be dark and brooding, cool to like other music and have friends who werent in the IN crowd.


I could go on and on, but I wont. Im too tired and its time to go!


My main topic in the post was to share my love of Christian Death and I scarcely touched on it.


Maybe my next post ill write some thoughts about it. for now ill leave this.


In anycase… One of my favorite bands of all time is Christian Death. The Rozz Williams Christian Death, Not the other BullShit knockoff lineup who only wishes they were the one and only true Christian Death.




Fuk VALOR!

Let's skirt the issue

Of discipline

Let's start an illusion

With hand and pen

Re-read the words

And start again

Accept the gift of sin

The gift of

Pleasure is bleeding to

Smother my words

The four walls drain me dry

Of all imagination

Crying out to be told to stand still

Crying out to be told to stand still

The price of red death

Is the price of true love

The nights of red death

Are the nights of true love

The price of red death

Is the price of true love

The Knights of red death

Are the Knights of true love

The black Queen

Jumps through my skin

The King of hearts is waiting

Close to home

Someone's shooting outside

Trigger finger's itchy

Another moving target

More blood on your surplice

More blood for the price of red death

Nailing you to the wall

Nailing you to the Spanish mystic

Nailing you to the wall

Nailing you to the wall

Nailing you to the Spanish mystic

Nailing you to the wall

Three shots ring out to scream

Who wants to play Roman soldier

That lives inside of me

Perennial artist

What do you see?

What do you see?

My secret fear of being alone

I sit and hold hands with myself

I sit and make love to myself

I've got blood on my hands

I've got blood on your hands

I've got blood on my hands

I've got blood on your hands

Blood on our hands

Blood on our hands

Blood

Blood

Blood

"Cocked Pistol" Breakfast Burrito

The other day I stopped in Tsaile for a snack and something to drink while on my way towards Cove, AZ. I mosied across the parking lot and as I stepped into the store I muttered outloud and coherently (I think), “What Da Fuk?!” at the packed house and long winding line to the cash registers. Being the community’s only store and gas station, I was quite familiar with busy crowds at this store, but this was crazy, the-world-is-ending-and-I-need-to-stock-up-on-soda-chips-and-slim-jims kinda crazy.

I almost ran back to the truck to tune into some Emergency Broadcast on FM or AM radio as I haven't been listening to any terrestrial radio for a few years now since I got an XM. I resisted that urge and after composing myself I began navigating the hostile swarm to the back of the store for an ice cold beverage for whenever thirst hit and one of Tsaile intersection’s Rez Famous breakfast burritos.

I shit you not.

They have one of the best breakfast burittos and burgers on the rez, although I’m not all that crazy about the lady who “mans” the flattop. This lady has absolutely no control over the 4 inch span of nerves, neurons and synaptics between her mouth and brain, hell lets just say her entire head. AND… she is always in a crappy mood. Like she HAS to work there and HAS to cook the food. Like Fina Inc called her at home one day and issued an ultimatum, work for us or else… and its always PMS day.


WHATCHA LOOKING AT WILLIS YAZZIE?!



I've gotten into it with her many times. Mainly it’s her attitude… you know what? It’s ALL about her attitude. But anyway, on with the story.


So as I slithered up to the counter dodging an occassional mean look from varying individual “Navajo eyes”, she noticed me and gave me a half assed smile, more of a grimace than an actual smile in my general direction. I stood at the counter for a few minutes waiting for her to release from captivity one of her heavenly burritos. Finally after about 3 minutes she came sauntering over and said in a nonchalant way, “Oh... I’m sorry I didn’t see you! what do you want?”


I returned the half assed grimace and let out a little chuckle and requested a sausage burrito and some hot sauce. As always she gave me 2 packets of Tabasco, which isnt even enough to get through 1/4th of the burrito. So I politely asked for some more Tabasco in my Tiny Tim voice and even threw in “…and God bless us, everyone and those burritos!”


Denied.


”NO, those are the last two” She said

So to avoid DEFCON 1, I just shrugged my shoulders and walked off to stand in the shortest line with my Coke Zero and Rez Famous sausage burrito. I stood there in line for about a minute when someone else walked up to Grundgetta Grouch for a burrito. She got all animated and in some weird surreal bipolar character change she told said customer “do you want tabasco with your burrito? Four? Five? OK here, have a nice day!”


That shit pissed me off, she didn’t have to lie about the Tabasco and she could have a shitty attitude all the time for all I cared. I don't live with her or see her everyday and I'm certainly not banging her. I can live with the shit attitude for a meager 5 minutes of my life. Hell, I've had my fair share of people TRYING to treat me badly or break out their petty powertrips. Haha. I’m immune to that shit.

It’s the lying I can’t stand. So to make a point, I got out of my long line towards the end of the store and walked back to the counter and asked her for 2 more tabasco packets. Before she could answer a negatory rebuttal in her shitty voice, I walked behind the counter and brought the nearly full box of Tabasco packets to the counter and grabbed a handful and looked at her and called her a Liar and told her “to get over your power trip, you make burritos”.


She tried to say something but I wasn’t hearing her. I got back in line amidst the sideeyes and looks of contempt and no less than 10 minutes passed before I finally was able to take a bite into that divine burrito. With each bite, I silently thanked Grundgetta Grouch and her culinary sway over burritos. But that’s as far as I took it. haha.


I know ill see her again. Probably sooner than later since fishing and camping season is in full swing and there is a fire restriction in place on the Navajo Rez so I certainly can’t conjure up my own 5 Star breakfast burritos lakeside. So, she betta recognize! This GLAANI don’t take shit from people on powertrips.



Also…


When the hell did the price of Atomic Fireballs go up??? 15 cents each??? Dang.




Tsaile Fina

UTM
Zone: 12 S
Easting: 660170.28 m E
Northing: 4020001.87 m N


LAT/LONG
LAT: 36°18'42.30"N
LONG: 109°12'57.16"W

Get Lost Mofo!

A few years ago I started doing this thing called Geocaching.  I don’t remember exactly how I came upon it but after my first find, I was hooked.

Here are a few pics. Im not gonna go indepth, so figure it out for yourself.  Alls one needs is a GPS or a phone which is GPS enabled and access to the geocaching website to obtain some local coordinates to begin.

Ill even post a few coordinates in UTM and Lat/Long if you so are inclined to get lost and develop a new addiction.

One Man's Treasure...
N 35° 38.364 W 109° 00.111
12S E 680917 N 3945792



Hunter's Point
N 35° 33.518 W 109° 06.343
12S E 671684 N 3936647

I TOOK THE ORANGE CARABINER AND STILL HAVE IT AND USE IT DAILY.  I LEFT THE BOB MARLEY CD. I ALSO TOOK THE SHOES. HAHA

A VIEW OF NAVAJO ROUTE 12.  YOU CAN SEE GALLUP,NM IF YOU LOOK CLOSE ENOUGH.

THAT'S A BIG HOLE!

I HID SOMETHING SOMEWHERE OUT THERE BUT THE 1ST GRADE CLASS JACKED ME!!!

There Can Be Only One...

A friend of mine, who is a silversmith, made a silver flames bracelet for me a few weeks ago. Since then I have been asked repeatedly where one could obtain and procure one.  But I have been telling them that it was a limited run and my silversmith friend stated he would only make 3 and wouldn't make anymore Flame bracelets.


Soo.... shit outta luck mofos! 

So in the meantime, I will be hunting down the other 2 bracelets and beheading the owners, like Connor MacLeod did in The Highlander.


haha.


ill post a pic tomorrow, as I didnt wear it today.


if youre so desperate to see it... imagine this:

PLUS



EQUALS... HAHA whatever is in your mind.

So my friend also makes alot of other silver creations.  A few years back, he made some silver crosses with our church seal.  Im not sure if he has any of these left or even makes them but here is a sample.

Note that this cross is about 5 inches long and is intended to be worn by the priest at the church.  But he was selling a few of these at the church's jewelry store in Fort Defiance.

Also, this cross is a copy of a large wooden cross which hangs suspended from the ceiling of the Good Shepherd Mission.  It is about 12ft tall and the 4 ends are solid silver.

Another one of his creations.

Help Me Rock Hard & Ride Free

I’ve been eyeing motorcycles. For the longest time, I have been wanting a chopper with a fat 300 tire in the rear or an Indian Motorcycle. But both the choppers and the Indians seem to be in the same price range...

EXPENSIVE!




Everyone and their grandma in the Window Rock and Fort Defiance area seem to have Harley-Davidsons. I'm not really a Harley kinda guy. Seems everyone wants to join the Harley club just for the name… or to wear the clothes or something else.


Instead of being the cookie cutter bike rider, I would rather get something else.


Something no one else has, well… I mean eventually...


I went to my grandparents place in Hogback several weeks ago and saw the same thing I have been seeing for several years now. My grandpa has had his Harley parked in front of his house for the past several years. I don’t see him riding it around anymore, I know he is capable of riding. But I havent asked him why he hasn’t.


I haven't formally asked him or mentioned it, but I have this feeling he would sell it to me for a good price,maybe even FREE, if I asked, but I don’t want to be “that guy” just yet… asking for stuff or tryna get stuff on the cheap.


But hey, he is my grandpa.


When I was younger, I remember my grandparents would go riding around everywhere during the summers and eventually showing up in Spider Rock to make an appearance. That was a sight, my grandma sitting on the backseat, holding my grandpa, both wearing black leather chaps, leather vests, bandanas and dark sunglasses. The original Navajo bikers, with bushy hairbuns.


I thought that was so cool.




SIGH…


Well back to my wishlist.


The main reason I wanna get a different (less expensive) motorcycle first, is so I see exactly how much riding I'll be doing. If it’s even feasible to buy an expensive bike when a less expensive bike will fit my needs for the time being… needs being the urge to cruise around, explore and just have the wind in my hair. More or less I'll probably just cruise with my biker homies, here and there, to and fro, that way and this…


I already know I won't be doing the Poker Runs or whatever kinda Runs the local "bikers" seem to love doing on the regular. But my daughter’s school had a Run for one of the classes a few weeks ago as a fundraiser. Maybe for that I would. But Poker Runs every weekend?? I think not. For a while there it was getting outta hand, in my opinion. Im surprised there arent any groups yet rolling around like they’re in some motorcycle gang with leather jackets and patches, doing crimes and such.




There are 3 bikes I am interested in at the moment… maybe 4, but for this posts sake, ill just compare the 3 and flip a coin. Haha… I wish it was that easy.


So if you so desire, leave a comment and tell me what bike you would get.


The Big Dog and the Indian are my favorites but both are in the $27,000 range. Whereas, the V-Star is in the $8,000 -9,000 range.

2011 V-STAR 950 

2011 INDIAN CHIEF DARK HORSE

2011 BIG DOG PITBULL

Window Rock Blues

Ive been buying Banana Walnut Muffins from this Bakery in Window Rock. It's a fairly new place.  Supposedly it has been open for a year now.  I was cool with the owner for a while, but we dont talk a whole lot anymore or text for that matter, but I suppose "once a buddy... always a buddy...."

Well... OK... back to the Banana Walnut Muffins.

I didnt have one today or for the past week because they were closed.  But I really wanted one today. I woke up thinking about it.  I took a shower thinking about it. I backed outta my driveway thinking about it. I cut off morning rez drivers thinking about it.

But I already knew that muffin and me wasnt meant to be this morning. So I carried my ass to work, moped around and tried to stop thinking about it, even if the cup of coffee I made this morning was especially tasty and could have gone like Sonny and Cher with one of her Banana Walnut Muffins.

Hell... maybe even like Tina and Ike or E to the bola... as addictive as they are.  haha.

Im not gonna go indepth as to how I came upon this little place or became a "friend" slash "acquaintance" to the proprietor of the above said business establishment.  But I will say that pretty much everything she makes is kick ass and first rate. 

If youre ever so inclined for a sugar fix or just plain got the munchies (u dam stoner) , go check it out.

Hell, Ill even post the coordinates if thats what you need.

UTM
ZONE: 12 S
EASTING: 675739.60 m E
NORTHING: 3948454.03 m N

OR if you don't do UTM, look below.

LAT/LONG
LAT: 35°39'51.55"N
LONG: 109° 3'30.31"W

May 21st, 2011 - Have You Been Naughty or Nice???

It seems the doomsayers are back...

They claim that The Rapture will occur on May 21st, 2011.

Meaning everyone who has been "good" or "worthy" and also the dead will be taken to Heaven for the Judgement by GOD.

Im not sure anyone alive will be taken... since "none are worthy" according to the the Bible and in personal observation. 

I believe in GOD, I pray daily, several times a day most days, IN MY OWN WAY... albeit I don't normally attend a church or am apart of any kind of organized religious group or affiliation.  But I do pray to and believe in a higher being. 

But again... I certainly DO NOT claim to be worthy or innocent or even righteous... Ive done too many things in my past, I know I have...  even with some church's views and practices of absolution, forgiveness and indulgences at a "cost".  

SO... to that end... I certainly do not believe I would be among those to be Raptured if it did occur.  But that doesnt mean I wouldnt stop believing in a GOD and stop praying to Him. 

SO The Rapture in a few days and Armageddon in 5 months?

Who knows... only GOD. 


WIKI EXCERPT

As early as 1970, Camping dated the Great Flood to 4990 BC.[14] Taking the prediction in Genesis 7:4 ("Seven days from now I will send rain on the earth") to be a prediction of the end of the world, and combining it with 2 Peter 3:8 ("With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day"), Camping concludes that the end of the world will occur in 2011, 7000 years from 4990 BC.[5] Camping takes the 17th day of the second month mentioned in Genesis 7:11 to be the 21st May, and hence predicts the rapture to occur on this date.[5]



Another argument that Camping uses in favor of the May 21st date is as follows:




1.According to Camping, the number five equals "atonement", the number ten equals "completeness", and the number seventeen equals "heaven".


2.Christ is said to have hung on the cross on April 1, 33 AD. The time between April 1, 33 AD and April 1, 2011 is 1,978 years.


3.If 1,978 is multiplied by 365.2422 days (the number of days in a solar year, not to be confused with the lunar year), the result is 722,449.


4.The time between April 1 and May 21 is 51 days.


5.51 added to 722,449 is 722,500.


6.(5 × 10 × 17)2 or (atonement × completeness × heaven)2 also equals 722,500.



Thus, Camping concludes that 5 × 10 × 17 is telling us a "story from the time Christ made payment for our sins until we're completely saved."[13]


Camping has not been precise about the exact timing of the event, saying that "maybe" we can know the hour.[15] He has suggested that "days" in the Bible refer to daylight hours particularly.[15] Another account says the "great earthquake" which signals the start of the Rapture will "start in the Pacific Rim at around the 6 p.m. local time hour, in each time zone."[16]


In Camping's 1992 self-published book 1994, he predicted that the End Times would come in September 1994 (variously reported as September 4[12] or September 6[17]) When the Rapture failed to occur on the appointed day, Camping said he had made a mathematical error.[18]

You Puny Humans...

DAYUM…

I FEEL SO SMALL AND INSIGNIFICANT NOW. CHECK OUT THIS SITE. PRETTY COOL.

SKYSURVEY.ORG




IN OTHER RELATED NEWS… THE ANDROMEDA GALAXY AND OUR GALAXY, (THE MILKY WAY IF YOU DON’T KNOW… ) WILL COLLIDE ON TUESDAY JUNE 12, IN THE YEAR 4,500,002,011. START PREPARING.


THANK YOU WIKIPEDIA FOR LOOKING OUT FOR ME!!!

Future collision of the Milky Way with Andromeda

Main article: Andromeda–Milky Way collision

The Andromeda Galaxy is approaching the Milky Way at about 100 to 140 kilometres per second (62 to 87 mi/s) (400 lightyears every million years),[61] so it is one of the few blue-shifted galaxies. The Andromeda Galaxy and the Milky Way are thus expected to collide in about 4.5 billion years, although the details are uncertain since Andromeda's tangential velocity with respect to the Milky Way is only known to within about a factor of two.[62] A likely outcome of the collision is that the galaxies will merge to form a giant elliptical galaxy.[63] Such events are frequent among the galaxies in galaxy groups. The fate of the Earth and the Solar System in the event of a collision are currently unknown. If the galaxies do not merge, there is a small chance that the Solar System could be ejected from the Milky Way or join Andromeda.[64]

Johnny Cash... A Family's Best Friend

Yahoo Article Here

I read the above article at Yahoo.com about extraordinary dogs and I just knew I had to write something in honor of my doggie.

Ive always loved dogs. From age 4, my very first labrador retriever, Blackie, who bit me on the right hand and left 2 scars as a souvenir.  (it was my fault, i shouldnt have messed with him while eating)

You could say I was infected then.  Years later, he was ultimately shot by a Navajo Police Officer in Chinle, AZ while protecting his and our home on the edge of the Canyon De Chelly. The cop/coward tried to hide the murder of my beloved pet by throwing his body down the canyon.  He confessed when my grandmother confronted him. I wont say how my grandmother found out.

In my elementary school years, I was blessed with another labrador retriever.  This one a golden one. He showed up one day and began to play with me and my bestie, Eric Long/Nez.  He had a name tag around his neck, RAM.  But whenever I called him RAM, he never responded... so we named him Brownie. Brownie was our sidekick for the next years to come.  And yes, he responded to Brownie.

Climbing the sandstone rock pillars behind Circle Drive, Brownie was there.

Laying in the shade inside the Window Rock arch, Brownie was there.

Sneaking into the Window Rock Zoo and talking to the bears and coyotes, Brownie was there.

Spinning around on the merry-go-round at the old playground by Circle Drive, Brownie was standing in the middle, dizzy.

Hanging out at the old Window Rock Library, Brownie was patiently waiting outside.

Hunting and capturing giant tarantulas in the wash, Brownie was running around barking at the giant furry thing.

Walking us everyday, the mile and a half to the Elementary school and meeting us again afterschool, Brownie was there.

We never felt bad or had thoughts about if he had ran away and became ours and some kid out there was missing him, because we knew we took care of him and he took care of us. We never tied him up or hid him from anyone.  He was always free to go "home" if he wanted. But he stayed. 

Stayed until a he was murdered. Well... I really cant say that.  When my dad and his then "roommate" broke up, she decided to move out.  In the process, Brownie was tied to the back of the truck bed, I dont know why she wanted to take him, he was MY dog.

In the course of driving out of town, Brownie fell off the side of the truck bed and hanged himself. 
It must have happened while speeding around a turn at a traffic light. About a mile down the road a cop pulled us over, another Navajo Police officer.  He slowly walked to the driver side and asked in a smug and assholish manner why he pulled the driver over.  A stupid guessing game ensued. So about 3 minutes into the guessing game, he finally told the driver to exit the vehicle and said... "Ill show you"  and slowly walked around the passenger side of the truck. 

Brownie was hanging off the side of the truck trying to get out of the rope around his neck. I got out and tried to tell the cop to cut him loose and he just looked at me and in his assholish demeanor, told me... "its too late... he's dead... its no use...", While Brownie was flopping back and forth.

What a fucking asshole. 

Maybe thats why I have no respect for Navajo Nation Police Officers to this very day. 


A few years back, we were blessed with yet another black labrador retriever.  We responded to an ad in the Gallup Independent.  Someone was selling a litter of black labradors in Ramah, NM! We went out there that very evening and picked him out. He was the quiet one in the bunch. He seemed to be the Alpha of the litter.  So we took him.

We named him CASH, in honor of Johnny Cash AKA The Man In Black, him being all black and all.  We loved him so much despite him having a crazy and hyperactive nature.  But that was what was so special about him, even though I paid for it through vet bills. From broken limbs to punctured stomachs and malnourishment and dehydration from chasing... HEAT related things.  To "posting bail" for him several times, therefore saving his ass from the gas chamber at the Navajo Nation Animal Control Death Camp. AKA "Doggie Auschwitz"

Not a day goes by that WE dont think about him and laugh about the things he used to do.  

He was so protective of my daughter towards others, except from himself.  He would pounce on my then 4 year old daughter out of delight wherever it suited him. They would run around the house taking turns chasing one another.  Barking and sliding around sharp turns. Rolling around on the floor. 

CASH loved birds...

Well... loved to EAT birds I should say.  He even taught himself how to climb shrubs and small trees  to get to bird nests. He would pace back and forth patiently until an opportunity presented itself whenever he could, but when he got impatient, he would slowly work his way up the shrub or small tree and claim his tasty prize. Not a tasteful thought if you're a bird lover.

I never taught him how to fetch but I learned early on that he could do that on his own, even a frisbee.  But his favorite object to fetch was a yellow softball we kept in the closet near the front door.  He was cool like that. haha.

He became and outdoor dog.  But every now and then I would let him inside to "clear" the house. He would sniff through everything, upstairs and downstairs. His favorite place to go was my daughter's room. He would try to crawl in bed and hide so i wouldnt take him back outside.

We never did find out what happened to him.  It aches me to the core to think that he tried to WILL ME to save him, thinking I would come to his rescue, before death closed in.  But then I think he knew he was so loved by a family and his final thoughts were of us, his family.  Maybe he died protecting us in his own way.

Maybe he got kidnapped and now living the high life somewhere else. Maybe...

BOYCOTT Farmington NM...

read the Navajo Times Article here

I will not spend another cent in Farmington, NM.

Personally or Professionally.

Ive been discriminated myself a few times while visiting or shopping. Not by the police, but by various business owners and their employees. So personally, I dont make it a habit or a premeditated plan to spend my personal money in that racist town. So for the past few years I have been good at not doing business there personally.

Now with the recent beating by the San Juan County Sheriff's Office of a Navajo man... I think I will take my company's business elsewhere as well, as I am the person who chooses what vendors we purchase things from for our department's projects.  I know personally those vendors had nothing to do with the beating, I hope. Its my safety I am concerned about and I would hate to put myself in a situation where I would have to stop somewhere within and around the city of Farmington and possibly subject myself to any kind of negative interaction from the city residents AND its law enforcement agencies.

No more money for YOU!! ha.

While im at it... Fuk Gallup NM too!

Osama and Luca Brassi Sleeps With The Fishes...

Dang. OSAMA BIN LADEN is finally dead!!


Its about damn time!


I thought they werent going to release any pics.  maybe because we had our way with him before he got a double tap to the head n heart. i would have hoped and think he did get his ass tortured.  i wouldnt have done it any other way myself. 

Rot in Hell Osama. You dont deserve a proper burial.  I would think the SEALS dragged ur ass to the flightdeck,  threw a bucket of dish water from the chowhall on you and wrapped you in a lice infested sheet from the ships brig and proceeded to kick you off the edge of the flight deck.

as would be fitting.

Ohhhraaaaahhh!!

Local Food Review II

Again with the local food review.
 I wrote a bit about it a few years back and since then some of those spots have ceased to exist or burnt down or got blown up by the local terrorist factions. Haha. Im joking. BUT… Im sure there are many bombmakers or ex-bombmakers living in GALLUP, NEW MEXICO.

So here goes…

 1.) Applebees – I don’t personally care for their food but when I do eat there I normally request the BBQ Pulled Pork Sandwich. Fried onions on the side. I don’t know, I tried a lot of items on their menu but nothing really seemed that great. The drinks on the other hand are good. I mean like BAR drinks. I have this bartender I always go to because she knows me and knows what I drink and have stimulating convos with.

2.) Cracker Barrel – I always forget about this place. Never crosses my mind really. But when I do go, I always say… “damn! Im gonna come back again soon!” but I don’t until months later.

3.) Sizzlers – not really liking it any more. The peeps that work there are kinda assholes. They have a kick ass salad bar though. Clam chowder! Yum.

4.) Cheii’s Grill (Fire Rock Casino) – absolutely hate it. But on Thursdays, they have a seafood night which is probably the best thing they have going for them. I tried this seafood thang last week and loved it. Lobster, Shrimp, Crablegs, Potatoes and Corn on the cob. Wow. But their wait staff suck and have horrible attitudes. They ought to get people who want to work there.

5.) Zen – love their steaks, but a bit on the pricey side. But they do have good steaks. I have yet to try their sushi. Im sure its good. Some people I know say its really good.

6.) Sammy C’s Rockin Sports Pub &Grille – only two items I get there and they are pretty much the best in town. First is the hotwings. Im so sick of Applebee’s hotwings with paste hotsauce. Sammy’s has the real deal & they are on the spicy side. But nothing a few glasses of ice cold New Castles or Boddington’s will take care of. Sammy’s is also the only place in town I know that has New Castle and Boddington’s in their bar. I went there a few weeks ago on a Saturday night and they had a liveband playing. That band was awesome. ¡Orale!  or something like that. they RAWKED!!! Ill definitely try and see them again soon.

7.) Grandpa’s Grill – I like the food, especially the steak and the grilled ham n cheese, but it’s the employees. For some reason they give me those damn side eyes… like im up to no good. Haha. My thug days are behind me and I dress like a frat boy…not sure what the problem is.

8.) Wimpy’s Burgers – Still the undisputed best green chili cheeseburger in Gallup. Need I say more???

9.) Jerry’s – Still the SHIT!!

 Well that’s enough of that. I don’t feel like thinking about food and eating right now. Ill probably finish that list someday soon.

Im just fired up to get the weekend started.

Gathering of Nations Checklist 2011



The REAL Gathering of Nations

(this was written several years ago, just thought it would be appropiate to repost it due to the annual intertribal orgy happening this weekend in Albuquerque)

 This weekend begins one of the most celebrated and long awaited events of the year to some people. People live for this event, some people even start saving up and planning for the next years event even before the last drunken hickie is given or permitted on that last Sunday morning of the event.

No i‘m not talking about the Navajo Nation Fair, although its close enough, and I’m certain people do plan for the Navajo excursions as well.

This weekend's event is Gatherings of Nations Powwow in Alb, NM.

 This 3-4 day long dance, drink and snagfest begins on Friday. I have been to this event several times, I've seen the dancing, I've seen the drinking (copious amounts), and I have seen the snagging (copious amounts also). So it is only natural that I reserve some right to pick on the people who are going to be in attendance and participate in the debauchery.

My friends and I were talking about it several hours ago how everyone and their grandmas' probably took Friday off and made their way to Albs. We then started talking about so and so (missing employee) coming back to the office on Monday hickied up, blue and purple, like a biblical leper.

So before our dear coworker took off yesterday, we came up with a few items and left them in a brown, inconspicuous looking papersack on his desk, labeled "G.O.N. supplies".

The contents of which are as follows:

1.) Condoms:
Multicolored, ribbed, spiraled, and lubricated. (they didnt sell the 12 pc. Family Pack at Bashas' so we opted for (2) 3 pc. boxes, roughly equal to 2 shags a night x 3 nights = 6 jimmyhats) One must try to exhibit some restraint and responsibility.

2.) Breathmints:
Mentos and Altoids. Altoids are the ultimate dual purpose”mint”… like ice but better. If you know what I mean. In dealing with other natives of the opposite sex, one mustn’t necessarily have straight teeth but instead must have good breath.

3.) Energy Drink:
Red Bull, Monster, Amp’d… Anything Sugar-Free. One doesn’t wanna crash from sugar later, but One must be alert at all times, reflexes must be keen, consider this the 'dance' contest to end all 'dance' contests. The prize is great and the accolades are even greater. Spread the legend far and wide, they will make stories of you.

4.) Pain Medicine:
Advil or Alleve. (Do Not Take Acetomenaphine or Aspirin! Ouch my liver!) One must not show pain or weakness in the eyes of the other sex, also aids in recovery from excessive intake of “refreshments” and lessens “bed” cramps.

5.) Scented Lotion:
Multi-purposed: One - gets rid of rough, chizzy/chappy/ashy elbows and hands (a must). Two – manly scent masks the smell of alcohol and frybread (another must) and Third- and last but not least... you have an imagination, use it if it is a last resort. (In other words... IF you strike out on your 3 day weekend)

6.) Glossary of Common Native Greetings:
One must show they are good intentioned at all times, first impressions are key here. Never... I mean NEVER greet a native with the only mispronounced native word you know.... "Yah-Tah-Hey!" (our list had HELLO!, HOWCULA!, HI!, SSSHHHT!, HEY!, WHASSUP!, ENNIT! AND AYE!) Under no circumstances will you resort to sign language like in the old westerns. You ain’t John Wayne.

7.) Hair Gel :
Anything Maximum Hold but not greasy. One should NEVER let a hair bun stray, not even for a second. No one needs to see your nasty split-ends.

8.) Post-Its and pen:
One would hate to lose numbers, even if you will never see or heard from that person again, so make it easy, Post-Its- bright orange or bright green for nighttime visibility and ease of use. Pen - should be of a type you can lose and not worry about, preferrably a black, retractable Gov't pen (hey, they put us on reservations, so its only fitting that the Gov’t should help us hook up and keep up our "Intertribal Relations".)

9.) Unique Drinking Apparatus/Vessel:
You must show your uniqueness, ....ALWAYS. And you never know when a keg party will happen to you. Styrofoam cups will not cut it, especially if it has writing (from Gov't pen) or teeth bite marks on the lip. Also this is your gimmick, you are representing your tribe here for all the world to see… so make it count, use this ice breaker to your advantage.

10.) Lollipops:
LuvPops, Cinnnmon Pops… I dont know, the old guy in our office suggested these. Just don’t use stale left overs from the NN Fair parade. Probably gonna start an Intertribal incident... But what the hey, it looks... ummmm ..... native.

 11.) BenGay Muscle Cream:
Unlike the scented lotion mentioned in item 5, One should NOT apply this anywhere near the sensitive regions, even if your carnival does hurt and ache. Bonus... Scent will easily throw off any prying cop.

Well this was everything we put in the bag for him. I hope he makes us proud. We shall have a followup on Monday. I'm sure he will have some rowdy story about Grahams or Caravan.

But hopefully he realizes that this weekend isnt all about the side show, as fun as it is. He should at least check out the Powwow.  Isnt that the main event?

Now in all seriousness, to all going have a safe and happy weekend. Stay away from Central. hehe.

And please dont try that "excuse my beauty..." line on the ABQ PD.

11387

T.JC.H.S. (1987 - 2007)

4 years...


Dam lil brother... I miss you. WE miss you.


Shay talks about you alot despite you only being in her life for such a short time.
Thats the impression you made on her. 
It still aches my heart when i think of the way you left us.


There was so much left undone between us.
So many things left to do, to say, to laugh at...

UFO?

DOES ANYONE ELSE BELIEVE IN UFOS?

I WOKE UP TALKING A WEIRD LANGUAGE.  I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I WAS SAYING.

DAMN.

HELPMEIMSCARED!!!

Why You Hatin'???

It always makes my day when I run into a Yankee Hater.
 I love the Yankees. Always have, always will.
 As for hating other teams… I can honestly attest to doing it myself.
Several teams I just don’t like… at all… Always did, always will.


But its mainly about their idiot fan base. Im not saying all of them, just those few who ruin it for the well to do fans.
But im not gonna run around talking nonstop BS about them, im an adult yo!
Ive been running into a lot of smack talkers recently who recently became whatever team’s #1 Fan. Haha


Well its all fine and dandy, I don’t impose my thoughts and beliefs on them as to what team I root for and love because I believe in supporting my teams with class and dignity.

But if you talk smack bout my teams unprovoked… ill fire back… aim for center mass… double tap… no mercy… bye bye… eulogy time.

So… what im tryna get to is… if youre just a fan because someone plays on the team you recently started liking and know really nothing about the actual sport and its nuances and history… im gonna laugh at you first and ignore you just because I know the meek & dimwitted will some day inherit the earth. So for the time being ill just put up with you. there are laws against such things. haha


But if you continue even after being responded to in an polite intellectual manner… ill stop and tell you some things. Haha.


I like that Jacoby Ellsbury is playing at the Major League level and I have total respect for him and his abilities and talents.


AND… being a Navajo, I think that RAWKS!!! Much love!!!

 Im not into the NFL, NBA or NASCAR, I think it stems from seeing just how horrible those fans act. i will tell you though… I do like the Celtics. I grew up loving them when Bird, Ainge, McHale, DJ, Parish, Lewis and Rivas tore shyt up. Dam! Now those were some games they played against the Detroit Pistons and that current other team with the yellow & purple jerseys with that rapist crybaby that plays for them… I forget the name of the team. Haha.


But all in all, im not a big fan of the NBA anymore. Its all glitz and glamour now, gone are the days of fundamentals. But I suppose since ive always liked the Celtics, I always will. I became a fan of sorts again when the Celtics won the Championship in 2008. But lately im not paying much attention to any sport except for when U of A lost to Uconn a few weeks ago.




Im just not ready for heartbreak again. Haha.