" THE WRATH OF BRAD "

Unbeknownst to a lot of people, I am not the most intelligent man on the face of the earth. I do not proclaim to know everything about everything nor do I really consider myself better then the next person, in most cases. I suppose that is the reason I see most of the uncontrollable nonsense that I am in effected by. To tell the truth on that matter, I am really getting tired of having stupidity diarrhea be felled on me constantly.


I can not go into any establishment that considers themselves a business without an arm full of handy wipes to wipe off the crap that is applied to me in the form of incompetence. Rather it be ordering a simple plain hamburger or trying to get our truck fixed. There is no end to the retarded answerers or product that is given.

If I say I am standing in the parking lot at noon, the sun is shinning and it is warm here in Portland the response will surely be "outside?".

Our house was broken into and robbed. This or these people who did it is beyond being stupid. One thing that I am is revengeful. I never let things go that have gone against me. I will get revenge. Those that are guilty will be found and dealt with. What was taken may never be retrieved and that is a shame. Who took them has no use for those items and will be of no value to them. But they did have use and value to us and that they will pay. So the crap of their stupidity that has fell upon us will be nothing of the shit they will receive in return.

No, I may not be the master of everything, the Mr. Know It All or the idol of mankind. What I am is a person that refuses to put up with others stupidity any longer and I will get my revenge!


You all be safe..............later, Brad

"OMG, I forgot that was in there!!!"

Have you ever just wanted to go against the flow? Ever wanted to rebel against the norm? Ever wanted to stand up and be counted? I guess what I am asking is have you ever wanted to be NAKED!!!?

What? You think that is perverted? Perversion is but a state of mind ( in most things ).

Well, I wanted to be NAKED and I did, in the truck, during the day, with the curtain open. Now if you think that I am perverted for doing it then I guess Ruth Ann is also as she took pictures of my showing. Sometimes you just got to do what you got to do.

Sooo, this happened a few weeks ago and since forgotten till yesterday.

We have a new Baby Girl puppy and our sister came out to see the puppy. After playing with Baby Girl she started scrolling through the pictures we had taken of the puppy. I was in the other room when the commotion erupted. All I heard was," OMG, MY EYES..MY EYES ." Ruth Ann said our sister held the camera at arms length and bent over laughing ( I don't know what was so damn funny, I mean I am cute after all).
I had a choice to make, I could either go run and hide, go out into the kitchen or stay where I was at. I took the latter.

After a short while I ventured into the kitchen and asked what was going on, like I did not already know. Ruth Ann informed me of the surprise that our sister had gotten. My sister just looked at me and laughed. Again, what the HELL is so funny...lol..

So, if you feel the need to do something that you do not want anyone else to know,.then perhaps you should not do it. If you cannot express yourself in a way that makes you feel good then don't get out of bed. If you cannot laugh at yourself then never look in a mirror. If you can not find a little perversion in your life then it is not worth much. If you cannot be NAKED when you want to be then what the HELL is life about?



You all be safe...............later, Brad

Our Baby Girl

This has been along time comming. I guess there are some that wonder where I have been. It is really hard to type with trembling hands caused by the grasp of sorrow. It is so hard to see because of the flooding of tears from a torn heart. It is so hard to concentrate hearing the mornful sobs coming from every part of you. These are the things that you can't see, feel or see. You will be able to read the words that are the reasons for my state of being.

As most of you know, we lost Baby Girl. What perhaps some of you do not know is how close we were, are. Even now I can hardly get through this. She was so much more then a pet. She was as close to being human as a pet could be. We called her our alternative child and she was.

We lived, breathed, played, slept did everthing togeather 24/7 365. Every little thing we did included her in way or another. Get a hamburger, shopping, stopping what ever we did she was apart of it.

The way she laid between the pillow and dared you to move her, the way she demaned to cuddle next to you, the way she insisted you cover her and you up even if you did not want to be covered. The way she laid and stared at you till she heard the fork scrap the bottom of the pan you were eating out of then jump to the floor to finish off no matter what ever it was that you was having.

When she had to go out she let you know. I miss the way she jumped on my shoulder when I took her. The way she laid in my arms as I carried her. OH MY GOD, I miss everything about her.

She is in my mind, heart, breath, blood and soul. She will always be. I love and miss you Baby Girl.

Love, Dad

"Sometimes you just got to stop and pull up your big people pants."

If I was to look at someone in a policemans hat, a policemans uniform, wearing a policemans gun and badge, I am pretty sure that he is a policman. If I went to a hospital and saw a woman wearing a nurses hat and a nurses uniform with her name saying she was a nurse....I am pretty sure that she is a nurse. It only stands to reason that if some one protrays themself as a professional and there are cirtificates on the wall and they are wearing the attire of that person and they have the tools of their trade then I should be able to make a rational decission as to the fact they are who the say they are. "YOU WOULD THINK!!!!"

Evadently, I was mistaking in my assumtion. Now, I am very up frount in the fact that I am not by no means, shape or form any kind of a mechcanic. If there is something wrong with the vehical rather it be motor or anyother part I can tell you what it looks like, smells like or sounds like and that is the extent on my mechanicism. So when I call a professional mechicanic I expect that person to tell me what is wrong and or fix it. Is this expecting to much? Ney ney I say. I expecting nothing less.

So here I am, I have a low beam headlight out and the bulb is hologen. I am so impressed that I know the type of bulb. I raise the hood and find the low beams socked. I am able to disconnect the wire from the bulb, I am so immpressed with myself. I take hold of the back of the bulb and pull.....nothing. Okay, so I try to twist the bulb.....nope. It did twist a little but I am afraid that if I try to froce it that it might break. Now what to do? Crap, I have to call Breakdown to ask how this damn thing comes out. Breakdowns phone lines are on the blink, they need the telephone breakdown to come fix the breakdown phones...hahahaha...not so funny, sorry. Anyway, I call one of the company's shops, you know, the mechcanics hut. There is were all the professional work-on-truck people are at anyhow. I tell the professional on the other end of the phone line just what my problem is and if he could just tell me how to get the bulb out I would do so and replace it with a new one. The professional tells me that he has no clue on as to how to get the bulb out and that he and the other professional mechcanics did not know or even how to work on the type of truck we have....O__M__G....it is a Freightliner...they do not know how to work on their company trucks...He, the professinal, gives me the telephone number of the local Frieghtliner dealer and shop in the area. I call and the service manager...not that I did not capitalize service or manager, it did not deserve to be...and told of my problem and that I was happy to talk to someone that I knew could help...not...the service manager did not know and tried to ask one of the techicians....big word for labor...on how to fix the problem. The service manager told me that no techicians were able to help. "WHAT THE HELL!!!"

I go into the shop at the T.A. truckstop we are at and ask if anyone there could please help me and tell me how to get the ^^%$Q#!#@@! bulb out. They said oh yes, they could most certianly help me, all I had to do was let them make up a work order and bring me in the shop and they would be more then happy to show me how to mend the problem at $65 hour and parts. No, I went back to the truck and called the company shop back and told them what the T.A. had told me. I bought the bulb and just wanted to have someone show me how to replace it. The shop called the T.A. and one of the professionals came out and took the old bulb out..you twist it hard and it comes out. They told me to be sure not to touch the lens of the new bulb or it would not work..this I did know. I put the new bulb in and wella..it works. I am now a professional mechcanic..just like the rest of them. Sometime you just have to bend over and pull your big people pants up and do the job yourself.



You all be safe.............later, Brad

"Oral Exam"

Okay, just so that you are amused, here is another H.I.G.H. saga.

I was a teen and working at Steak n Shake as a car hop. It was a Friday night in the summer. I was 16, which will add to the humor for you I am sure. Anyway, I was working and it was about 10:00pm. My girlfriend and her sister and her sisters boyfriend came by, and wanted me to leave work and go with them. Her sister is older then my girlfriend and her sisters boyfriends mom and dad were not going to be at home. Now, at the age of 16 this was to hard to pass up. I left work and went with them. We got to his house and like he said, we were ALONE. We went into the den and he put on some records, that is right..records....no CD's then...get over it already. Have you stopped laughing yet, good..now perhaps I can go on. The lights were off and they, her sister and boyfriend were in one corner of the den and we were in the other. We danced a little then I sat down and she sat on my lap. The kissing started and a little petting. Then something strange happened. Everytime I tried to kiss her my lips kept hitting her teeth. I did not want to say anything for fear of embarassing her and have her stop the kissing and petting. But after several attempts of running into her teeth I pulled back and looked at her and before I could say anything she said..."What is wrong with you? Why don't you kiss me?" I said that she should close her mouth because I was trying to but every time I went to kiss her I kept running into her teeth. She looked at me, and I could here giggles from the other side of the den, and asked..."Have you never FRENCHED kissed before?" I said "WHAT"? What is french kiss? She told her sister and boyfriend to stop laughing and shut up and mind their own business. She then told me to follow her lead. She kissed me in the usual way then I felt her tongue on my lips and then between my lips and O..M..G.. she put her tongue into my mouth all the way....I would have thought that I would have spit it out but instead I liked it and I was a very fast learner there after.



You all be safe...........later..Brad

"The Halloween Brew"

What do you do on Halloween when you are staying at home? HHmmmmmmmm. I got it, let's make a big ole pot of some tasty, enticing, spell binding, exotic hot brew. I grab all the ingredients.....water,cherries, raisins, cinnamon sticks, whole cloves, cardamon seeds, orange peels, sugar, port wine, brandy and rum. Put all the spices and water into a sauce pan and stir and boil and simmer. Pour that into a big pot and add all the spirits and stir and boil and simmer. Then take this elixir and funnel it into quart jars and seal them till the top goes "PING". hhhaaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa...the deed is done. Now just sit back and wait till some unsuspecting goblin or ghoul takes a drink of this magic potion. They will be mine because they will want more and they will have to do some mighty fine tricks to pry another taste of this mystical Witch's Brew from my clinched hands....hahhahahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE



You all be safe...................Later, Brad

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY___GGGGRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

Look, I have been out here way to long this time and I want to go home. I tell dispatch and they just don't get it. I tell the customers, and they just don't care. I tell my wife and she is in agreement with me. So here we are in Californication trying to get to Wild and Wonderful Almost Heaven. We get a load that will deliver to Belle, WV.....about 100 miles from home. It is a hot hoT hOT HOT load..you know the kind..and we roll our eyes because the only way a load gets there faster then we get it there is when we are backing it up to the dock. Anyway, gotta go gotta go. Everything is going great "TILL" we are about 60 miles from Flagstaff,AZ on I-17. Then engine decides it wants a break, I guess it did not get the memo about the hot load crap. It, the engine, decides it really wants to rest and shuts its self off. I coast the truck to the shoulder and pop the hood. The engine is really pushing my buttons, the anti-freeze in the reservoir is but a hair width below the add line. I tell it that is really walking a fine line with me and add some anti-freeze to the piece of_____well, you know____ and close the hood and take off on up the mountain. Now we are about 35 miles from Flagstaff and "IT"____it seems to want to have another conversation with me_____lets go with a cloud of smoke from under the hood and shuts its self off again leaving me to man handle the steering wheel in order to get it to the side of the road. I come out of the drivers seat and on to the ground in one swift movement, I am not a happy camper. I yank open the hood to find myself in a cloud of smoke, steam and god awful anti-freeze smell. All of the fluid that was in the radiator is now on the ground under the engine, truck, trailer and flowing down the hill. "CRAP!!!" Not only is there no water left in the reservoir, the radiator cap is also missing, I left it loose the last time we stopped. Now I have to open the side box to get out the damn triangles, I really hate putting these out, they never go back in the box right. Had to call breakdown to send someone out here in the middle of know where. I told them about the missing cap, I told them about the missing fluid and I told them that there was a hose that seemed to be leaking. Four hours latter the Bubba shade tree wanna be mechanic showed up. Golly gee, what kind of engine is that, what model truck is that, what is that bottom part of the resevoir for????????? AAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYHHHHHHHHH ARE YOU FRIGGIN KIDDING ME????!!!! I ask if he brought a hose....nope....did he bring any anti-freeze...nope. Gosh driver, I got 9 gallons of water to put in that there thing. Well, alrighty then there Bubba, you go right ahead and do your mechanican so I can get going. Glug glug glug, water in. The engine starts. Bubba makes a make-shift cover for the missing cap and off we go. This time we get 5 miles and yelp, you guessed it, on the side again. Why, his cover did not hold. He makes another and we make it to Flagstaff. He goes buys a real cap and then comes back and drains about 3 gallons out of the radiator and replaces it with real honest to goodness anti-freeze. He leaves and we leave. The next day we are in Oklahoma City,OK and
Bubba calls and ask how far we got______not even he trusted himself_____ and was surprised to hear we had made it that far, you could almost hear him slapping his leg. He says that he guessed he would go ahead then and call the company with the work invoice, that in its self is a joke...the "WORK" invoice. What work?

Now dispatching starts there childish games wondering how fast we can get to Belle,WV. I tell them and they say ok, then I get another message wanting me to get it there 3 hours sooner then I said. "WHY DO YOU EVEN ASK IF YOU ARE NOT GOING TO ACCEPT WHAT I SAY???"___on the inside, on the outside..ok, I will try.

Don't they know that this load is taking us home and we are going to get there as fast as we can and aren't they lucky that there load just happens to be in that plan?

Anyway, we get there and then we drive a little more and we are home. There just has to be an easier way.


You all be safe........Later, Brad