But what if?

 

I at times think What If. What if I had a complete production staff here on AyreWolf FM. Nope, can't have that due to a simple fetish, that I have concerning a woman's pheete. What is the big deal there? No sexual serious moves, just huffing and smooching a lady's toes to play on the words TOE and TOW. But my I must be a really nasty person. Yet it becomes a sitch, that I have to endure. Now with that said, some say that the comedic bit, can't be done in a Prodominante, community of the LDS Church. The thing is, I remember putting an ad up in Utah when we were there, and on KSL Classifieds to boot. And I got 3 excellent candidates. One was even a returned LDS Missionary, yet not only did she not have a problem with the toew bit, but had no problem with changing clothes right there in the studio. These were hard card Mormons yet did not have a problem. Where is that kind of courage, or guts in Twin Falls, or even the area? It's not like I asked em to take off everything, or even suggested anything over sexual, more like teasing kinky, but harmless. One even thought of me and brought this spray that made her paws not smell. 

Then there is the sitch(short for situation), of But what if? the air had farm news. But What if,? Those who were interning last year about this time, went out and sold advertising for the station? But What if? Any of them went on air? Give me something to sell to sponsors, so I could pay them wages? But What If? Becky my dear friend from Church, really came over and did her vids here combined with a show. Must be something to do, with it being one thing to visit in Church, every Sunday, but woa, to the idea being in a 10X10 studio. But what if? a local gal, looked up on facebook, and said hey, while you're recovering from Pneumonia caused by Covid. Not even a wimper. But I'm going to be on later this evening, so tune in. Until Then, keep your wings level. 

It's been said before, But I say it again, If The Cops wont, If the Church Can't, The WolfPack Will. And oops now we have Childrens in the building

 

Now, this is going to be a challenge. Just had new tenants move into the building of which we rent suite office space from. They are into the cosmetitacal business, its a lash, nail, such business. Only difficulty and the core of the challenge, they have children's. Yep preschoolers, that wimper, squeal, squeak, all the time. Can you see a bunch of us Reserve Active Marine Combat aviators in the same place doing our style of radio with Childrens around? Ain't us, so don't make a fuss.

So then, spent a few hours on my phone texting our new adopted, sisters, about employment opportunities that we really need. Reason? Dr. House(Henderson) said I had to. The reason, putting in way too many hours in running 6 enterprises of which only 3 are mine, ya'll know the others that belongs to the WolfPack here. He said I needed to bring on extra helpers. I know ya'll want to help, but with your chores, ya'll are doing ya'll cain't. That said, I need to bring in outsiders. That said; thought our trustworthy sisters of who I see each week, would be good. I'm drifting here. So pitched the idea, and it's all on a, we see, basis. Phooey. I need extras in here ASAP. Otherwise, I won't be around, since they'll be planting me with the spring grass in Grace Idaho very soon. But then the gals in the Childrens salon, are all nice and sweet. of which, only one looks good, the rest are borderline.  But there's better out there, just finding them. It's like trying to find the enemy in Vietnam. So then need the extras. I don't want to date nobody, don't want to marry anybody, don't none of that, but, having some snazzy chassis in female form, in here doing radio, as well as administration duties would be kuel. Yet can't find. There seems as though our religious denomination, has a raised eye- brow towards anything of the performing arts. Especially modeling. No, consider this; If you want to do a photo session doing this: 

rather than this 

to show a gal with a ride can be classy, rather than trashy, where do you go? Agency? Perhaps, if there was one here. Utah, perhaps, but that's a lot more expensive as WE have to supply temp housing food, and taxi transportation services. Again, phooey. Now ya'll might say, well those are the skinny ones, can't look good, correcto Amigo,  you can have a plus gal who looks amazing,  Remember Beverly? She was kinda heavy but looked good in or out of nylons and a skirt. She was cute-pretty. She could have been a feature and was on our airwaves, or should I say AyreWaves?

So I spent my evening Chatting with our new sisters. Still no response. Alrighty then: There are hours and days(or nights) when something goes down, and you need a help up, or assistance. If its something strange, or just a simple thing, as we say, If the Cops can't, the Church won't, we will. Call us the neighborhood extermination squad. Trust me, there are few things that are more intimidating than a bunch of Marine Ryders in leather greeting some oppressor, showing up. People do get the message, tragic for them if they don't. Any flyte, lot's coming up on the show, starting in 5 hours from now on: ayrewolffm.com 

Some times its great not to worry so much. Take a pill to chill, Let your brain drain and not be in so much strain.

 

    So went to Church, today, wasn't going at first, as I had a migraine coming on, but I went. Sat there, then got up with the choir, sang our little diddy, then sat down. While I had two of the ultra finest women sitting just in front of me, who are the only two that even said howdy at my first attendance, of this Ward, but I looked at several, in there that were with Hubbies. And I thought how can such honeys get entangled with such pencil neck dorks? Especially when I'm flying the sky of life solo. Hold on I'll get more into that later. Anyhow, I am infectually attracted to Carrie who I think has a package and personality that could make a really nice home. Yet she's stalled with some person that will ultimately break her heart. But outside of Carrie, there's this one whos kids always ask Becky for candy. What Mom And Dad don't let em have fruity sugar at home? Any way their Mom is one I call Mini Mouse. As she is so petite that you wonder how she could have any kids at all. Then there is the gal, who plays the organ regularly,(wasn't there today) she has to be at least 2 years her hubbies age in reverse, and yet here is this grey-headed, very unfriendly guy attached to her. Trust me guys there are Divas in the male population as well. Many are that way, which is why I brought up the subject. The ultra fashion show on Sundays doesn't exist anymore in my religious denomination, thank goodness. I don't wear a suit, and most of the women in Church who don't wear nylons, and or a dress of some looks. Trust me, yes, both Carrie and her mom wear nylons. I can hear em as well as smell them, from many yards. Subject for a different report. Then there are two in the Choir one who has a perm, that has some eye candy, again, hooked to a bottleneck dork. Again the question is; when I'm available, VP of an MC, the EXO of a combat aircrew, and running with ALL cylinders firing, and yet I'm alone? Must be my attraction to pheete and hose? 

More on the show in the early AM on ayrewolffm.com. See ya'll then.

Mysterious things are not so mysterious

 

I did something strange last night. I took a long bath, Took a pill, went to bed, and stayed there. I'm doing much better today, but not in the nutrition department, nor the sustenance department. It has became the sitch that to get something good to eat in this village, You either drive to Salt Lake City or hit the local food retailer, buy the stuff, cook, and eat. Service is shitty here, which seems to be epidemic these days, in any eating establishment. Help is just not there. Good cooks, Chefs, etc are no longer willing to trade big Government aided laziness for income-enhancing work. So those of us who need to eat out, need to suffer. It got so bad that for the last 4 days was hospitalized, due to FOOD POISIONING>!! It's not so much the fact I threw up, every 15 to 20 minutes that started last Wednesday, it is that us without a gall bladder and one with diabetes, means, bloody puke, aka bile. Sugar spikes, so guess what? I pass out, call meat wagon, take the ride to St. Lukes Medical Center. So am recovering a bit at a time. Now that said, and it's only my fault. the Ayre Crew came by last eve, went on a drink spree, and am recovering from Gangover, but don't fret none, I'll be in your radio Sunday after Church is done. Just hope I don't puke singing in our Church Choir. Funny even in Evanston, the Ward there never asked me to be in the Choir. Oops, Mark hmm? With that said, headed to the rack back at the Lair, catch a nap, and be in your ears, overknyte. 

Now with that said, before I go, been sort of a Mysterious thing that isn't so mysterious. If you don't want to navigate to spreaker.com directly, just log onto, ayrewolffm.com When you do you will see a hyper link as pictured below, 

See the red circle. Our Webcast. If you click on that, it will take you directly to our radio werx. That way you can hear my howls, and growls. 

Until L8R Aviators

cAN We have all who migrate into or has customer relations in America, be American, and speak English?

 

I'm not being racist or anything here, but could we make it mandatory, that Company's like MetroPCS, Kaios, and others speak English, and if serving customers in America make it to where they have to be American and be able to know Idaho from Iowa? I have a slight problem. It started with going down and getting lunch with Madera at MetroPCS here in Twin Falls Idaho. She messed with my phone. Now, this sitch would be different if it was on one phone, but it's on both phones. It always says, sorry, can't give access to the site, as it is untrusted. Now one can't tell me, that even Quora, Wikipedia, and a few others all have certificates that have expired. Especially Google, Yahoo, and Fakebook. They work fine, and to a limited ability on my mobile phone an Alcatel Flip phone, from MetroPCS, I can still access Twitter, at least notices. Have to use the computer to do that. Anybody else having this trouble? Any flyte, so I call Kaios. Know what no real response. Got some Oriental, that I could not understand, tried to help, but I finally got disgusted. Then tried Alcatel, got some stay at and work from dillweed in some Latino, nation, for heck sake, let's slam the door, get out the cannons and stop this. If your doing business in the United States, if your serving and selling products in the United States, you better have a location or two that can be verified, and a phone number that can be reached. And that goes for Fakebook. Send all these Orientals, back to the shores of chopsticks, and noodles, and let's get our idiotic children, doing code writing and be able to solve these tech issues. Now you all might say get a Smartphone. Great, get a Smartphone, that the lid can't be closed, have to slide under a rig to pull a drive line or hook up a Kenworth, the face of the phone either gets scratched and/or messed up. That's why I prefer a flip phone. Now on phones. And the searches for such things as insurance companies late night overnight to get authorization to tow a rig, and I can't access the web? Bullsbreath. Now on phones, I have a tiny phone from Verizon. Tammy bought it for me in Wyoming. The little bugger worked slick as heck, and in some ways still does. It's an LG, and guess what? You can get in touch with LG, and they speak American and knows the difference between Idaho, and Iowa. Imagine that. Now in closing before I go for a brew that I sincerely need. I will most likely be trading in these two Alcatel phones, and subscribing back with Verizon. So if you get in touch with me and phone don't work, send an email, and I'll get back to you. Also on the 12th, a landline will be installed here at the radio werx, so you will be able to call me on that. 

Okay all you liberated and none liberated women out there, Let it be known I have Testicles and a penius and I'm not afraid of using them.

 

Okay, men, This girly guy crap has to end. I have been seeing way too much junk, on Quora and others of guys cross-dressing and trying to be female. Women are women, we are Male, and we should not be trying to impose our attributes to being women ourselves. So I say, to all you out there, and especially to the women, I may have some snow on my roof, but there's an inferno in my furnace, I have testicles and a penius and I'm not afraid of using both. Granted, I may be a bit more male than you can handle, that said, I will stand for the Confederacy, I will stand for America, and I will stand up for the downtrodden, don't get too complacent, This Wolf has teeth and I will byte.

Think that'll wake em up ? Okay then. I woke up late, not realizing it was showtime, went out to our local Denny's for my senior edition of 55+ Starter breakfast, and as soon as I got here to the studio, my I had to unload my bowels. Don't seem like anything sticks any more. Goes it one end, and comes out the other, and these days, not too much time inbetwixed. So did some graphs, for Tuesday nights go-round, on the air, and am about to haul my insides and the rest of me back to the Wolf's Den. Yes, it's still there. Yes, it's still ours, and yes, there's a major remod in the ayre. PMT says, it'd take $60k to get this up on Blue Lakes to the Wolf's Den, I say let's help fund that. No, It's not like I don't like this new place, I very well do, mostly because there's not a fire truck, ambulance, or fuzzmobile, screaming its sireen every other hour, or youth across the street, in what they think are souped-up, tuner cars, when they throttle em up, sounds like a cat in a fight, with tin can popping. They ain't no hot rods. It's more like Failure and Hopeful Thinking fartrods. Not Fast and furious. Look the General 

But he'll kick the rumproast off of anything they're driving.

The added pleasure of being here is that three of the most feminine-style businesses are right here in the same building. One right next door, is an eyelash, waxing, and such salon. Whoop-de-doo, we have fun. My be a extracurricular resource. Add this, for once, I really have some extra cash in the stash, so planning for sure, to head Wyoming way sometime this week. There's an old rock song that goes, " Lock up your daughter, hide your wives because the Wolf is back in town and on the prowl.

See ya'll in the AM on the AM.

but he'll kick the rumproast off of anything they're driving. 

bUT i STILL Have my cute little red bugs.

 

FINALLY Internet: Didn't think I'd miss it, but now I have a connection that kicks serious butt. This groove has been one beast and a half. Plowing through the crap from CenturyLink/Lumen is more of a pain in the rear than trying to obtain an OK from The State Department to drop an A-bomb. Sheesh. No wonder the nation is in deep manure.

You absolutely know this whole dang thing is going to go in front of a Judge, don't you? Especially when the structure KNYT FM is in now is full of attorneys willing to hammer some ass. 

Now I don't want to seem ungrateful here, but there are days that if my butt wasn't attached to my backside, I'd forget how that it was there. Take this afternoon. Was completing the final finish work on the reinstall of all the IT shit here at the new studios, yet could not get one computer to go on. Until, I figured, check the power cord. Sure as heck, both were loose, and a wiggle and shazzam, it worx. More from Tweaker Flatts's OctoberFest, later. And yes, there will be a show on tonight. On ayrewolffm.com 

But don't ever upset the Hindu's they are sneeky and hinky

 

So it said Alyssa no longer works at Red Robbin, here in Twin Falls. As it is, apparently that if the manager is any way personally connected to an employee, she or he can't work there. Oh well, but had a great lunch yesterday with one of our commanders so life is great.

There is an old Navy saying that goes, " Red Sky at night Sailors delight, Red sky at morning Sailors take warning. The crux of that is if there's a red sun, poking through heavy smokey or otherwise clouds, bad storms are on the way, both for sea ventures as well as business. As it was, this was the case this morning at IHOP, here. No big problem with breakfast but found that I had a few charges flagged on my card. So as before one card got hot carded and now waiting for a new card. Oh swell. Gotta set up things again when the new card arrives. With that it's great that I have a great set of partners at 1st Bank in Wyoming. If there is anything shakey going on, I get a notice. The card is frozen and no further charges can hit my card. Facebook got paid, oh well sort of. the rest got paid, so no big there, but everything else is going to get flagged. Which gets back to the topic here.

If you ever get a invite from some Hindu Indian person or company wanting to upgrade and improve your website, or anything from across borders, do not respond, and don't ever say anything like, hey turbin head not interested. As for me, I did a thing with some dimwadd a few years ago, with some hussey in Carolina, that wanted to deal up our WordPress site. I turned over passwords and access portals. When I started seeing posts, and crazy crap, on OUR site. I got pissed. But the dork was in the U.S.-of-A states, so I was able to cure the problem. But India is one of those places like Nigeria,, China, and even Phillopins that does not have extradition laws where one can go and smack someone in the head if they defraud you. In my world, if the person wanting to do business with us, does not have the great cross of Saint Andrew waving in the room or in their heritage, I'm not dealing with them, either for my own enterprises, or those of the WolfPack here. With that said, if you piss one of those Hindu individuals off, by telling them to go fish in the Med, they reak havoc on everything you do online, and will pepper everything from your credit cards to unwanted spam box ads. But they are relentless. Most of the time these messages go to the trash, but once in awhile they get in my inbox. Even then try not to do like sometimes I do, tell them, telling them to inform the turbin heads in their cubical coffee offices, to just go fork off, 

So they invade like a procto Doctor into every dang thing you do online. My advice is unless it's domestic don't deal with India. But so true don't piss off those turbin head Hindus. Be on the air at noon. 

Failure, is not bad, it's God's way of telling you to regroup and change your course of action

 

Yesterday over last night I was feeling lower and more self pitiful than a snake in a wagon rutt. But as I was, Big John calls, we get to talking and remembering old times, and I begin to see things and the direction that was brought quite by serious fury, into my world back in 1999. 

There I was, in my front room, watching, no less Black Sheep Squadron on TV, got up to go to the indoor latrine, hey those eggs and all HAD to go somewhere. So sat there reading the local news rag, when I heard two serious Pratt and Whitney engines. Thinking I had left the TV on too loud, went into my front room, and found that it was not the TV, but the real thing overhead. Two F4U's overhead flying out to Jerome's AP. So I went out to the truck where my scanner was, turned it on, and perhaps that was the reignition, of a line of a glide path that my life was going to take. 

Now understanding that anything and everything had aviation involved in my lyfe's view, since I was born, okay two years after I was born. Living in Layton Utah, just outside of HAFB's front door and quite down view of their main taxiway, One could not ignore those fighters flying off and landings. Having a Dad who was working on base way too many hours, something called cross branch OSI work. (still don't completely understand that.)Mom was working at first Personeel and me on weekends, having full access to every damn thing on that base, except the NCO club, and even that at times there with Dad, drinking Shirley Temples(gingeraisles.) Never understood why they just didn't call it Ginger Aisles? Didn't want serious cocktails, being deep inside the predominant religion of Utah. Any flyte, out in the main hanger, I was crawling in, playing with, and even getting greasy, in every darn aircraft in the Marine, AirForce and Navy aircraft of the 1960's early 1970's. My Mom engineered in a team the landing system, of the C5A Galaxy 

 

Hey, it's one thing to get it up, it's another to get it back on earth. But aviation was and is, the main center of life at least my life. Back in as recent as 2013, after Native American Rick, embezzled thousands of Dollars of the Knytes and made me look like a bafoon, it was taking over the Ayre-Wyng of the club, that saved me, and my existence of being in the Club. This was after many years of high flyte, from being and in many ways of both the 214, as well as the 466th, 3rd Marines unit, Yuma Arizona, long after the WolfPack had been formed, being or living in or at an airport, moreover being fortunate to living on Military airbases, was essential well being. So as I chatted overnight with big Jon, here over landline, this is why Jon is still the big kahuna here. Even at 73 years, 10 years older than I, and if there is anyone on Earth that knows me any better than Jonny, I ain't met em. Why? since the early years on Spurlock Drive, in Layton, to now. Jonny has been in my picture. We played cars and mini trucks in my Mom's flower garden, spent hours under and in engines, building bikes, but those days Dad, My dad took me out to HAFB, its been things flying. Considering that in the leaning years of the 1970s, Bro and I were building a VW Rabbit, into a mini helicopter, sidelined after boots, white go-go 

that I collided with Hazzard, big Jon said last night that the Hazzard thing while all groovy in itself, is a fading sunset. Until the Club gets access to the area of Idaho, to build the real Hazzard City, perhaps I need to doing what I love. Flying. So since we talked, I made a big decision, dedicate myself to things WolfPack, and less Knytes, more flyte than bikes. Or the MC, it's flyte. Our radio gig will be taking flyte rather than too much truck. Or Hazzard. While I'm nowhere near selling LexiBelle, 

her days of daily use, are now on the setting sun, I'm in flying. Oshkosh is in 4 days, not making it this year, but you can bet your next FAA inspection, that I will next year. Instead of shop space, it's going to be Hangar space, instead of many things it's aviation. Which even with type 2 diabetes, and pending review for my med card, I'm in the clouds, not so much snagging and dragging. While there are bikers and car clubs all over, there aren't too many aviation groups, except for ours, here in our area of Idaho. Now you may say, aviation isn't here. Consider that in not too many years ago, if you didn't have a pilot in your crew, or had a pilot on your staff, you couldn't open a business in Idaho. So in months to come many changes will be happening here. Including the location of both the organization, as well as the radio werx. 

Pinups and aerial photography in my next post.