Another Christmas Story The Conclusion

Pig Writes:

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 Three

Pig Writes

“You know that if I screw this up – you will be the one who will have Hell to pay”, the craftsman informed his wife.

It was decided to forgo the stars and stain on the toy box. It would look much better painted.

Over the next few days the craftsman toiled with wood putty and sandpaper.

The final product was smooth and soft to the touch.

Touching the wood with my fingers I could feel the love and devotion hard work makes.

Finally painted and finished the toy box looked good. It looked professional.

Only the person who crafted this work of art knew where his flaws were.

Yet one lingering question remained.

Would the toy box be good enough for the sister in law.

Christmas Eve had come. It was time to load the toy box in the sled and deliver it to the nephew.

Before the man and has wife could pull away I sneaked into the back of the truck. I wanted to see what the reactions would be. I wanted to see for myself what I had hoped would be a miracle.

The craftsman was on his way to meet his nephew. He would hold him in his arms for the first time. He would be able to show his nephew what he built for him.

In the driveway of the sister in law house, the craftsman unloaded the toy box from the truck. It was placed gently in the garage.

I watched from the rear window of the truck as the sister in law walked around inspecting the toy box.

It was the moment of truth.

She did not smile, she didn't so much as nod her head.

She gave her brother in law a halfhearted hug for all his effort. You could tell it was a fake.

The craftsman and his wife returned to the truck and we all drove home.

Along the way I had to ask a question I already knew the answer to. “Well, did she like it?”

The craftsman never said a word, his wife only said “Nope”.

Not another word was spoken the rest of the way home.

Part four: the conclusion of our story will posted on Christmas Eve.

Ride HARD or Stay Home.

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.

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.

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

Another Christmas Story

Part One

Pig Writes.

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.

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

Chili Cook-off

Greetings All,

Yeap, I'm back.  I know it has been a while since the last post.  I've been a little busy.

Here is my latest article that posted on the web-zine

Enjoy

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?

He Warned Me

Pig Writes:

Hey there Piglets,

Everyone knows Rainman just turned 50 couple weeks ago.

He warned me not to blog about his birthday this year.

He told me not to joke about it either.

He even went as far as to warn me to leave it alone.

Rainman was oh so worried about turning 50 that it passed by quietly.

So what is the big deal about all that.

I'll tell you what the big deal is.

This morning I was routing through his wallet looking for some beer money, when I looked at his drivers license I saw that it was EXPIRED. The dumb-ass was so worked up about his birthday that he forgot to renew it.

You should have seen the look on his face when I showed it to him.

I'm still laughing my ass off over it. Mr. Straight Lace forgot to renew his license.

Mr. Perfect messed up big time driving without his T.D.L. I can't wait to see what they do to him at the DMV.

I hope the cop uses the baton.

Writers Block

One of the great things about blogging is you get to be creative as you want. One of the bad things about blogging is you can also acquire a mean case of writers block. That last one is what I have been going through for the past month. One mean case of writers block. But thanks to my good friend and follow blogger, Leanne Shirtliffe~ironic mom, my blockage is healing much better. If you have never read her blog before, I would suggest you pop on over and check it out.

A few weeks ago she posted about two young fellows using a word that one would never expect for them to use. Thanks to that post, it gave me an idea to get my creative juices flowing once more.

Today I am going to take a word and see how much I can write about that one word. This might be interesting. If it works I will give full credit to Ms. Leanne. Since this is the first time I am doing this I will keep it simple. Leanne, I hope I do you proud!

Ready?

Here goes

I think I'll call this “ For The Love Of A Pig”

What is love?

Where does love come from?

What is loves purpose?

Love serves me laughter, like foamy bubbles tickling my nose.

Loves taste is bitter sweet.

Love starts out cold.

If left alone love becomes lukewarm.

Love comes in many shapes and sizes.

Love is powerful. It gives me the strength of 10 pigs.

Love is hurtful. It can bring me to my knees.

Love can make me sick.

Love can also make me happy.

A shot of love can brighten even the darkest day.

Wait a minute...

Did I use the word “Love”?

Damn it!

I meant to use the word “Beer” This is great, now I screwed it all up. Sorry everyone, sorry Leanne. I guess I need to go back and try again. I guess I'm not fully recovered from the blockage. Good thing this isn't a homework assignment.

I'm Back Again

Pig Writes:

Greetings to all my lovers of pork out there. Yeah buddy, I'm back. I know that you had missed me a lot knowing I was injured so badly. I just needed a little time to heal up. I'm all better now, I took the bandages off last night and I have very little scarring. I want to thank everyone for their concerns and get wells sent to me. I really appreciated all of you sentiments. And now I guess it is time for me to come clean. Let me explain.

Yes, I was attacked. Yes, I was beat up. And yes, I did know who did it. But your really gonna laugh about this when you hear it. That night after I went to bed, I was lying down on my shelf. One of our cats, Bailey,

 decided she wanted to lay down with me on the shelf. Well, when she does that there is not enough room for the both of us. Plus she always ends up clawing me in the middle of the night. So, wanting to get some undisturbed sleep, I pushed her off of me. It seems that she wasn't going to comply with me wishes, so she fought back.

The crashing sound Rainman heard that night was the two of us wrestling and tumbling over the edge of the shelf. Yes I did hit my head on the next shelf going down. Yes, I was knocked out cold. And yes, the someone or something Rainman felt move by him was Bailey running from the scene of the crime. The crime being that bitch got the best of me by fighting like a girl (all the hair pulling and clawing she did). OK, Y'all happy now? There, I admitted it. I got beat up by a girl.

Bad thing is, if Rainman wouldn't have freaked out and posted on-line that I was attacked, I wouldn't be in the position I'm in now. Thanks Dude, mighty white of you”.

So I spent the rest of the week resting and getting healed up. Well, it was more like grounded from my computer. I found out that our other cat, Blue, ratted me out on what had happened. Saturday, we had the Sentinels MC fundraiser I wanted to go to. So I had to watch my P's and Q's around the house.

Saturday finally came and I was ready to get out of the house. Mom made sure since I was grounded that I had plenty, and when I say plenty, I mean PLENTY of chores to do around the house. 

 I was getting on the bike when Rainman took no chances with us riding over to Buck's Saloon.

Once we got there I was able to have a beer or two and just chill out with some of my kind of people.

They even had live music from Jack Ruby Tuesday. They are a pretty good band that play a lot of biker kind of music (a mixture of classic rock). The Sentinels MC fundraiser was for the Bair Foundation and the Wounded Warriors/Fisher House Program. They had brisket and sausage plates for sale along with raffles and stuff. I gotta tell ya this, the brisket kicked butt. The boys started cooking that stuff around 4PM the day before. They cooked all through the night and that morning. That was some mighty good brisket. I couldn't eat the sausage though, if it had any pork in it, that might have been my cousin Wilbur, we all know he ain't no damn good.

After a couple of beers for pain killers, I decided I needed to get laid. And a little while later, I was getting laid more and more. I really enjoyed it. Thank you ladies.

Well, it looks like all is well now. Mom is resting, Rainman is making homemade chicken and dumplings for dinner,

I'm back to do my writing thing and the cats are busy with their naps. Life is good, especially when you have loving family and friends who care about you. Thanks to all of you once again. I love you all. But I will love you even more if you show up with cold beer to share.

Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig

B.T.W. SHHHHHH! Rainman turns 50 in two weeks.  

Anothr Pig Update

Another Pig Update

Rainman Writes:

Hey everybody, we have great news.  Pig is now home from the hospital.  I got a call yesterday evening from the vet’s office and they said for me to come get Pig.  Seems that he was doing much better and was ready to come home. 

I got there as quick as I could.

I think Pig was ready to head home.  Along the way home I asked him who beat him up?  He wasn’t able to answer me very clearly since he was still on some pain meds.  However he did tell me “Bacon Sizzle”.  I have no clue as to what he meant by that.  Other than maybe he assailant might have threatened him with that.  Has anyone heard Pig being threatened with “Bacon Sizzle” or maybe “I’ll sizzle your bacon”?  Please let me know if you had, it just might help us to find who did this to Pig.

I got him home and decided since he had been through so much that he could sleep in our bed for the night.  I guess we will have to see how he feels later today.  I’m not sure when he will be ready to write again.  But hopefully it won’t be too long.

Thanks again for all your concerns and “Get Wells”  I will make sure Pig sees them all as soon as he is able.

Side note:  When I got to the vet’s I was able to figure out why Pig kept saying Ta Ta’s over and over.  The nurse who was caring for him was wearing a low cut shirt and everytime she bent over pig he was looking in her shirt at the tops of her twins.  I just knew they would take good care of him. 

It’s great to have our little buddy back.

Rainman

The Importance of Bike Night

Hey Piglets,

Yup, it’s me again.  Just wanted to let you know my next article in Thunder Roads Texas is out on the streets.  This time I wrote about Bike Nights here in San Antonio.  If you haven’t had a chance to see it yet you can view it on line here.  If you would like to see the whole magazine then just click on the Thunder Roads.

You know one great thing about writing for a magazine is you get free copies to hand out. Last Saturday I gave a copy to a friend for her birthday.  In that issue I had a photo of her and I posted in it.  When she saw her photo in the magazine she started jumping up and down shouting “I made the magazine, I made the magazine.”  I don’t think she has stopped jumping up and down yet.

As always,  Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig

Independence Day

Hey Piglet’s,

Yeah It’s me again, time now for another oink session with the Pig.

The fourth of July is here once again and we all know what that means.  It means B.B.Q., potato salad, fireworks and lots of cold, cold beer.

Can anyone tell me the reason why we celebrate the fourth of July?  Other than B.B.Q. & fireworks.

Yes, that’s right, it is the day we observe the signing of the Declaration of Independence and the birth of our great nation. 

But what is the Declaration of Independence?  What does it say that makes it so important to have a holiday named after it?

It says: A unanimous Declaration of 13 colonies (United States) signed by 56 men listing the reasons why they no longer wished to be governed by the King of England.  It also says that they declare themselves to be free men.

Free from the oppression brought onto them.

They stated they would no longer be pushed around.

They stated they would no longer have unfair laws placed upon them.

These brave men said “NO MORE”!

They signed this “Declaration of Independence” from the King.

They signed their own death warrant.

They declared that they would be free or they would rather be dead. 

When was the last time you read the Declaration of Independence?  If it has been more than a few years ago, I would suggest you may want to read it again.  How do you find a copy of it you say?  That’s easy just click right here.

Read it, take in each word it says.  Feel what our foundering fathers felt in their hearts.  Honor each of them by taking a moment this holiday to realize what it was that those brave men did for you.  And after you read it, pass it on to the next person and have them read it.  It is the right thing to do this Fourth of July holiday.

Ride HARD or Stay Home.

Pig

The Wedding Part Two

The Wedding Part Two

Greetings to all my lovers of pork.

Just got the news that part two of my wedding article was just released. If you have a few minutes, why don't you pop (click here) on over and read up on all that happened at the wedding. I think you will be pleased

Hey if by chance you missed part one I wouldn't want you to miss out. So click here to read part one.

Thanks for coming by today.

As Always

Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig

Rainy Day & Thunder

Pig Writes:

Ever have one of those days when the rain comes down and there is nothing to do other than watch it? I had that kind of day today. The weather man said “Rain in the afternoon.” But as life would have it, the weather outside said something different.

I didn’t have anything important to do today. Maybe I could get a little sun so my tan stays nice and pink. As I tried to find something to watch on TV, I quickly became bored with that. I tried teasing the cats, but all they wanted to do was sleep (buttheads).

I stood there at the kitchen window watching bucket size droplets of water splash on the ground. I noticed that the more it rained the more the drainage swale in the back yard filled up with run-off. I was bored out of my mind.

The only sounds I heard was the tick of the clock on the wall. It made a feeble attempt to keep in rhythm with the rain outside.

Tick… Tock… Plink, Plink, Plink. Tick… Tock… Plink, Plink, Plink.

No beer in the house… Tick-Tock, Plink.

No one to talk to… Tick-Tock, Plink

Nothing to do but just sit here… Tick-Tock, Plink, Plink,Plink.

What to do… What to do…..

Screw this.

In fast move, I grabbed ol’ blue and I chucked his furry butt right out the door and into the drainage swale.

Why?

Because it’s fun to watch cats get wet. That’s why!

Ol’ Blue landed right in the big puddle of muddy water. He was in there for about .5 of a second before he hauled ass back into the house. Soaking wet and screaming his head off, he tried to run from me. His wet, muddy paws lost all traction on the tile floor. Bailey took one look at Blue and disappeared faster than a plate of fresh baked cookies.

I guess she knew her turn was next. After I wiped the tears from my eyes for laughing so hard, I noticed the rain was coming down hard again. That was when I decided why should I let Blue have all the fun? Besides, he’ll just spend the rest of the day licking himself clean. I flung open the back door again. With a running start I headed straight for the water. I dove across the top of the water, doing my own version of a hydroplane. When I hit the mud it was like having a home made Slip-n-Slide.

It was great-the water was cold and refreshing. I wallowed in the muddy water just slipping and sliding, flinging mud everywhere. What a fun day this turned out to be. I can’t remember the last time it was I just played in the rain. I recommend it to everyone. It is a great way to wash the blues away.

Have you ever had a day like this? Drop me a comment and tell me all about it. I would love to hear from you!

Tune in next time piglets to find out what happens when you drag lots of mud into the house and don’t clean it up.

As always

Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig

A Little Bit Of News

Pig Writes:

Greetings to all my fans of pork.

Yeah, I’m finally back on the blog – I know, I know, some of you are probably wondering what happened to me. Not to worry though, I have great news for you that’s better than seeing my cousin Wilber being turned into a Spam sandwich with mustard & pickles (You know he anit no damm good).

I, the one and only, Pig has been selected to write monthly feature articles, called Pig Writes, for Thunder Roads Texas Magazine. That’s right Pig fans, I am now a published Pig. You can continue to read about my (mis) adventures here and as a bonus, you can now enjoy even more of me in my true biker setting. So pop on over to Thunder Roads Texas and check it out. I think you will enjoy it. I can’t wait to see how much I can drive my editor, Shelly Horan, nuts.

Another bit of news, you know that I have always been a big supporter of our men & women in our military. (Check out my Super Bowl post) And now my blog is linked with the Warriors Road Trip website. Warriors Road Trip is an organization dedicated to helping our returning veterans adjust to life back home through hunting & fishing trips. You know those men & women deserve the very best for what they have done for our country and for us. They are the front line in the defense of the freedoms we enjoy each & every day. You should take a little time and check them out.

As always my little piglets

Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig

Biker Dreams

Biker Dreams

By:  Rainman & Pig

Somewhere between sleep and reality in the dead of night, lays our dreams.  For me on one recent Saturday morning there would be no alarm clock to be awaken by, the work week was done, it was unwind time.  That meant it was time to remove all the stress and worries.  It was ME time for a change.  It was destined to be time to rest and recharge the battery by enjoying the comforts of a soft, warm bed, all covered up letting the world go by.

In my gentle slumber I dreamed of all things good.  An open road deep in the Texas Hill Country, a typical country road where there are plenty of hills and turns, where the trees along the side grow over the top of the road and sunlight fights feverishly to shine through the leaves.  Pushing the limits of my riding capabilities, I push the bike into the next turn, controlling the wild beast I ride.

More throttle, less push, stand ready to brake hard if needed.  The last turn I roll out of reveals a nice flat, open stretch of road with no cars. It’s just me, the bike and the road. 

Increase hard on the throttle – clutch and shift - the beast between my legs comes alive and is on the verge of out of control.

That was when she called to me “Rainman”; it was a small whisper in the dead of night.  The sound of the engine faded away.

“Who was that” I wondered?

“Rainman, come to me” I heard the whisper again.  The voice was comforting.

“Who is that – I don't recognize who it is.”

“Rainman, come to me, I want you” she continues.

Oh man, this chick sounds so hot, who is she and what does she want with me?

“I want you Rainman, come to me” she beckons.  The soft voice in my dream had no figure; I did not know who it was talking to me.  Then it was about that time when I felt her touch my shoulder.  It was comforting, gently pushing against me, massaging...

I heard her call my name again, ever so gentle, still soft as a whisper.

“Rainman”

Once more I felt her touch my shoulder as she continues to call my name.  Enveloped in the comfort of my warm bed and bountiful rest, that is when one’s mind knows all is well with the world and life as we know it, is about to get better.

Suddenly coldness grabs at my heart as I abruptly leave my state of rest, I can feel fear settle upon me as consciousness overtake my state of being.  The last thing I remember of my dream was her licking my finger – oh how it felt so erotic.  It was then I quickly realized who it was that called to me.  That sickening feeling passed through my body as I came to terms that my dreams were becoming not true.

There was not to be a hot sexy blonde softly speaking in my ear, not even a crazy red-head wanting to go for a ride. No, it was more like a male.  One covered in dark gray fur with big long nose whiskers.  Yeah, you guessed it, our cat Blue decided he was hungry at 4:30 in the morning that day.  Did he have any appreciation for what my dreams held for me?  Oh, no way, why would he ever do that?  Knowing all too well from past experience that if I chose to ignore him; he would not simply go away.  If I shooed him away, he would just sneak in low and claw at the bed skirt until I got up.  If I tried throwing a shoe at him he would crawl under the bed and claw at the bottom.  If there was to be any rest with a chance of returning to my dreams of the open road on this cold winter morn, I would have to get up and put some food in his bowl. 

In a quick and decisive move I jumped up and raced him down the hall to the kitchen where I found his bowl still had food in it from the night before.  I wondered what was up with that.  What could it be this cat from hell wants from me at this hour of the morning?  I was plenty mad he woke me up on the morning I could sleep in, so I decided to dispense some justice and I kicked him one good time to leave me alone.  On my way back to bed, I passed by Pig on the couch.  I heard a grumbling muffled sound that said “If I was you, I would put his ass out in the garage for waking you up” Pig said. “Especially since I fed him an hour ago” he continued.

Taking Pigs advice (which is something I rarely ever do) I gathered the cat up from the floor and tossed his butt out in the cold garage.  Sounds cruel you say?  Not considering he just had to ruin one of my best dreams I have had in a long time.  No worries though, I still had a few hours of sleep to catch until Pig & I would head out on the bike.  Maybe then, I can find that stretch of open road for real instead of in my dreams.

Pig writes:

Before we headed out that morning – I paid that stupid cat back for waking us up so early. I stuffed his butt in the saddle bag for about an hour before we left.  Boy, he sure was pissed when I let him out LOL.

Ride HARD or Stay Home.

Pig Passion

Pig Passion

Pig Writes:

All this talk going around about passion has gotten me thinking. (Well actually it was after Rainman asked me to write a post on it) I never realized before how my passion runs deep for many things in my life. Call me a passionate pig if you will. It's like Rainman described in his previous post – having passion does give us the drive to strive in our lives. PASSION = MOTIVATION, it is what makes us who we are.

You all know that I have a real passion for BEER. Store bought, home brewed,even other peoples beer, it's all good! Oh my, my, that all grain elixir, carefully crafted and artistic finished is just heaven in a glass. And beer does so many wonderful things for me too. Beer teaches me how to dance with the ladies, it's been doing that for years. I've been known to cut a really cool rug or two when I've had a few beers.

Beer feeds me – there is nothing like an liquid all-grain diet. Don't believe me? Well then just take one look at my belly. Beer makes me grow tall, I've been known to grow as much as 6 feet tall and become bullet proof. Lets not forget that beer is always good with chili-dogs too. Last but not least, when you have a proper passion for beer, you always have good friends around.

Another passion I have is for single women. I've always enjoyed a soft woman who gives me lots of hugs and kisses. Nothing finer than a hot dame with lots of curves to make life interesting. 

 There is one problem with having all that passion for women. With all that loving, all they want (or expect) to do is get married. WRONG, STOP, NO WAY this Pig doesn't go there. Just get that idea out of your head.

Another passion I have is riding motorcycles (duh, biker pig). Hitting the open road with not a care in the world. There is always new adventure awaiting me over the next hilltop as I am always meeting new people – seeing places I have never seen before and I love returning to old favorites.

Do you know what else I have a passion for? Yeap, that's right, Cheetos. Man I love those things. I can eat them all day and all night if I had the chance too. Those crunchy little puffs of processed, bad for your health, addicting remnants of food particles all covered in powered cheese. Why the mere thought of spending time in jail and not being able to eat Cheetos all day is enough to make me behave myself.

Can one passion can fuel another passion completely unrelated? Oh you bet it can. With each adventure we discover we learn to grow

But what if someone has no passion? What is their particular drive? Well, to be honest, I don't see them having any drive. Without drive, you really have no purpose if life. Stuck living the boring life of a couch potato, watching that idiot box they call television, all the while wishing you had someone else lifestyle.

Lack of passion equals a lack of motivation to improve your quality of life. Having passion is important, it is good for the soul. You feed from it, grow from it. Passion can bring you joy in your life. But you have to be careful with passion. Too much passion for beer and those ladies I dance with become MARRIED ladies with pissed off husbands – with guns even. Too much passion can rob you of wealth or health as it can also be damaging to relationships in your life. So always remember you have to keep your passion balanced.

Yes, I am a beer drinking, hot women chasing, motorcycle riding, Cheetos eating oinker of a pig. Yeah, OK, so what if I go a little overboard sometimes. It only means that I have passion for those things and I try to live each day to its fullest. But, you know what? If I can make just one person laugh, or at least put a smile on their face during the day, then life is all worthwhile to me

Go do something passionate today.

Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig