Sorry to those Lincolnites but I AM a Confederate Marine. and To all Cell Phone carriers, MediEvac Helo Pilots and toew truck drivers are First Responders Too.

 

Good morning WolfPack. It's Sunday, Cold out, but not as cold as some early mornings, round these parts. 

Okay I lost the phone connection, not because of nonpayment, but due to the bank being closed yesterday, and today. So, I called up Metro, got the automated whatever it is on the line, nearly got to talk to a human, BUT, the Artificial Intelligence puss, kept hanging up on me. Being without a phone is a mere inconvienence for most, but as both a AirMed EVAC Pilot, and tow truck pilot, no phone means no income. Whatever happened to a real human, working overnight, even on weekends? Glad there's still us in the air, and on the highway. Normally have my handheld radio with me, except its out at ValleyHouse. 

Which brings me up to a sitch, that started late Thursday, evening.

There we were watching the old version of Top Gun. All was well. When I mentioned that most, if not all the F-14 Tom Cats were now old skool, and being dismantled, out at the Military Aircraft graveyard out in the Arizona desert. So far, no big deal, right? Wrong. Here was some guy living there that looks like Mr. Magoo, said I was wrong. That I was a piece of S, then started after my service record with the Marines. Most of the time, I would have passed this as a Lincolnite, not knowing his behind from Shinola, except, he comes over and started getting in my face. Trying to challenge my resolve. Now I had told sweet, Tori one of the case workers there, that I wouldn't go to fisticuffs on anyone there, as my training, brings to boil, the need to kill, whoever I get into a physical contest with. But this guy kept at it. Came in once shook my hand said he was sorry. Thinking all was all, I began to relax again. Except, he started back up again. To the point, cold or not, I came out here to the hangar, got the little stove fired up, slept in the Lady,

and been eating beenie Weenies, all weekend. A meeting is in the works for Monday with powers that be including Tori, as I don't mind the place, but when my security and safety is on the line, and I'm not allowed to fight back, some discussion, is needed. 

Well, gotta go, got Church in a few hours. At least at Church, I can get warm, even for a few hours.

L8R Aviatiors.

First Off, Women's Pheete do not smell foul.

 

First off women's clean pheete in freshly warshed nylons do not smell foul. In fact, in reality, depending on age and hygiene, bare or in nylons, will never smell at least to a guy. Other women perhaps, but never to a guy. The scent really is pheromones inviting a male corpuscle, to investigate and explore more. And that fellow Wolvez, is no-nonscents.

 What is None-Sense, is on Twitter.com, Seems Twitter has become the smut site of social media. There's not a visit to Twitter, that I don't encounter at least a half a page, of milf's on there asking if I want to do her? Fact is, even if I did, logistics prevents that since in no way are there any postings of similar from around, the Tragic Valley. So why bother? Second while it seems, or is that Seams, 

? That for every posting of women in my fave fashion, that you never see any male corpuscle enjoying the Scents of the flowers that are apparently There. Just ain't. Of course, this is done so as it is, that other male Wolvez like me, won't get discouraged of Phantasizing, of being intimate with the honey in the photo. In more of a reality check, or faxed check, look on the ring finger, of these sweet leggies. Nearly 60% are married or very seriously, involved with some mungrel male, by the name of Bubba with no neck.

Again that's:

Okay onto other items of Sniffing around.

Got myself into a pickle over the past few months, over no pay well rent, due to no fixitwell, if fixit at all. So landed into a homeless shelter. It's not that bad, but it is very temporary. This was due to a official at my LDS Ward, calling up the guy who I had a deal going for a better pad for less cost, than here in Tweaker Flatts. It is up in Arco. THe official told my prospective new landlord that I had no money. Nope, had money, could have moved and me in good shape, but no, got KO'd before the first round of that boxing match. What dang business is it of his, to thwart my advancing out of go no-where dead end Tweaker Flatts Idaho? 

The longer, I'm in this Ward (9th Ward Twin Falls Stake, Twin Falls Idaho) the more I reverse rather than progress.

No more.

Until Next Tyme Aviators:

 

You never sleep elsewhere as you do in your own bed

 

First off, who the heck comes up with the names for fonts? This morning I'm using one called Lobster. In no way does the font resemble any crustacean sea critter. Why call it somethin it ain't? makes no sense or scents. 

With that said, you never or hardly ever get the full skivvy of anything coming from CraigsList. Don't care what it is. Company's and all that say they are Veteran friendly are seldom in reality Veteran friendly. Example, thought I had a good thing going over at the White Cloud Motel. Now there is a thing that is; no business done with anything Government ever gets done quickly, or in a timely manner. It takes weeks or at least a month to get both you and your benefits aligned with their resources. So, while my SSA funds got in tune in a quick mode, my V.A. Benefits didn't. My V.A. Benefits, are what I use to fund AyreWolf Aviation/Cooter's Toewing with.

So, since I got the crunch down, with our radio werx with Go-Daddy, I was limited to using my SSA funds to operate MY company's. Now I don't know how the law reads on this, but, a deposit, is usually not required to rent a room at a motel, only with a sitch involving an apartment. Not at the White-Cloud Motel of Twin Falls Idaho. Instead of bearing with me and accepting a partial rent drop, the pricks applied that to the for going deposit. Not understanding that even with Auto-Deposit, until the Government has a confirmed location of where you reside, benefits get stalled. Instead of adjusting their snail sized brains, the owners, gave me until Sunday to get things put together. So I went to my Church Ward, for the $565.00 rent. There is a procedure, even to that. In short at 22:00 previous day, I got ousted from my room at the White Cloud and sent packing. Even with that they only gave me back $120.00 of my $220.00 deposit. All I see about a deposit, is a way to collect extra money from a renter, to push a pencil. And very, very seldom does it cover, or not how well you left a place. 

This happened to me and during the week of when so called, recognition of us who were ready and willing to strap on a uniform and pick up a rifle. 

The same goes for such department store chains. Walmart honors Veterans, Target Stores do not. Even with a DDT-214, in your hands. That's why I don't shop at Target Stores. Home Depot honors Veterans. Lowes does not. Thus, I shop at Home Depot, and never at Lowes. Any time at least for me, when I climbed off that minibus at Paris Island, planted my feet on those Gold imprints, I shortly after became a Marine, and thus I will remain a Marine. There is no such thing as a Retired or Former Marine. 

So tonight, I sleep on my own bed, in surroundings I know, and smells I am accustomed to. 

L8R Aviators