There is so much going on I do not know where to start.
On the back side of the property there a cabin I am thinking about making it into an off the grid bug out location for friends and family. The cabin was built in the mid-1970s and would have to be totally gutted and re-wired. the good thing, it has a metal roof and metal siding. It has five rooms – living room, kitchen, spare, bedroom and bathroom. The spare room is just a room that can have a table, or bunkbeds.
Paneling in the bedroom would have to be torn out and replaced. Might go with some 3/8 inch plywood.
The cabin has a suspended ceiling and almost no insulation. All of the ceiling tiles would have to be torn out and probably replaced with 3/8 plywood as well.
A shed would need to built for storage and for the water well to go in. The well right now is in a 3 feet X 4 feet covered area. The shed would be 12 feet X 16 feet. That is an easy three sheets of plywood wide and two sheets long.
I am thinking of solar cells on the shed along with the batteries.
Happiness, what is it, where does it come from and where can it be found. I turn 49 years old in 2017. As I look back there have been various times when I was happy. I can look back at the 1990s and think of times when I was happy, and a lot of times when I was not happy.
There have been times when I was very happy with a job. Such as when I worked at various welding shops in Southeast Texas. Some of them were good to work for, some were terrible.
The worst kind of happiness is that which depends upon others.
What is the goal of your prepping plan? If you were to write an essay on prepping, what would your closing paragraph be about? It should describe your ideal goal in prepping.
Preppers can not be classified into one category. we have different groups who subscribe to different prepping plans. These go way beyond what organizations like FEMA and the Red Cross suggest. We all know the government will not be able to help everyone. There are also situations that may result in the collapse of the federal and state governments, such as nuclear war or some kind of new disease.
My fiancee and I Went to see Rogue One at Tinseltown in Beaumont. Towards the end of the movie the fire alarm went off. A lady came over the speaker system and said a fire alarm had gone off and asked everyone to exit the building.
People got up and started exiting through the fire exit. When my fiancee and I reached the exit I looked back and realized there were a number of older couples waiting on everyone to leave so they could make their way down.
Every young man who walked out was either playing on their phone or not checking on other around them. I felt rather sick to my stomach that these young men were only thinking of themselves and were some of the first ones to leave the building.
I waited inside the doorway until everyone was outside.
There were no flames or smoke. I felt that do not excuse the behavior of the young men who walked out of the building and never offered to help anyone. There were several able young men in their 20s and 30s and not a single one observed the older people who were last to leave.
I felt like chewing all their asses out, but it would not have changed anything.
What happened to teaching young men to look after others who are less capable? Whatever happened to manners?
After thinking about it for some time, I decided to move away from politics on this website. I will continue to post random thoughts articles, but strictly political commentary is being moved to another site.
A few days ago I came across the youtube channel of Darius Benson. He makes some funny short youtube video skits. He plays multiple characters who have a back and forth discussion.
In this video Darius Benson is talking with a friend who has recently moved back to town. The two friends are talking about life and what has happened since they finished school. The friend says he is going to be a entrepreneur. When the other friend ask what kind of business the friend says crime.
You have to watch the video to see the whole story.
My fiancée (Samantha) and I went to the Texas Renaissance Festival Saturday, November 19th and we had a great time. The weather was perfect. A cold front had blown through on Friday, which dropped daytime highs to the mid 60s. Skies were clear and beautiful.
Samantha and I woke up around 6:00 am. I got my shower, got dressed, and we headed out around 7:00. On the way out we stopped at the Donut Palace on Hwy 190 in Jasper Texas. When I was working on a tugboat, this was the same donut shop I would stop at on the way to work. The Donut Palace is ran by a friendly Asian couple. I got a sausage, egg and cheese croissant, blue monster and chocolate glazed donut. Samantha got a bag of donut holes.
We headed west on Hwy 190, which took us through Woodville Texas and into Livingston Texas. At Livingston, we turn south on Hwy 59 south until we reached Cleveland. At Cleveland we turned west on Hwy 105. Hwy 105 took us through Cut-n-Shoot, Conroe, Montgomery, and finally to the Plantersville exit, which is 1774.
I want to do a video blog (vblog) about the elections, life and millennials. There has been a lot of stuff going on in the United States and worldwide, that will be felt for generations. If Trump holds true to even part of his promises the United States poses to be a world leader. And not only a world leader, but to work with other world leaders to create a bright future for everyone.
The liberal agenda of open borders and free trade has to end. The liberal agenda of safe haven cities for illegal immigrants has to end. It will be interesting to see what happens when safe haven cities defy President Trump.
The democrat party platform, as they have always been, is built on fear.
I am 48 years old, getting close to turning 49. Life has not gone anywhere near like what I wanted. A large part of that is my own fault. When I graduated high school I went into the work force rather than joining the military or going to college. The older I get the more I regret those decisions.
At 17 and 18 years old I wanted to join the army and try out for special forces. Some may call that a pipe dream, while others call it silly. I call it having a dream. Par of life should be following your dreams. Rather than joining the army I got married and had children.
The other things I wanted to do, and have wanted to do all of my life is archeology and anthropology.
July 3rd of 2016 I quit my job on a tugboat. I got tired of working 100 hours a week, and I got tired of hearing grown men whine and complain. Working on a tugboat is like working around a bunch of high school teenage girls. Backstabbing, gossiping, always worried about what other people think,,, life on a tugboat was downright bad.
A couple of months ago a couple of oak trees fell on the back of the property. At first I was going to do a video and article about stockpiling firewood. As the project progressed, I came to the realization that the trees were symbolic of what the world needed most – love, respect and dignity.
If people would show everyone around them, everything, and the world itself those things things, everything would be better off. Our lives would be better, the world would be a better place, our families would be better, our children would be better,,, everything would be better.
The tree I was working on in the video is a water oak (Quercus nigra), also called a pin oak. The other tree that fell is a live oak. The live oak has a bunch of intertwined limbs that is going to make it rather difficult to cut up. The pin oak has a nice straight trunk with just about all of the limbs at the top. Since the pin oak is going to be easier to cut up I started with it.
Both trees fell across a washed out area next to a creek. The tree top was on the bank of the creek, while the root ball was on another bank. A Stihl MS310 was used to cut off the top and cut up the trunk. The bank was too steep to carry the logs up to the truck, so a tractor and rope was used to pull the logs up the bank.
You have a bug out location for you and your family in the event of a complete collapse of society. This might be a secluded place on a river, somewhere deep in the national forest, or maybe a friends farm who lives in a rural area. You have taken the time to look around the area, maybe walk around your buddies farm, help with running fence, helped plant fruit trees,,,, just your typical stuff. But what is the lay of the land like around the bug out location?
What does the land around the bug out location look like? Where are the water sources? Where does wild game move? Are there any good camping areas? If you not able to make it back to home one evening, where could you spend the night and feel safe? Are there any old logging roads, railroad tracks, pipelines, or power lines that run through the area?
Do you know where roads, railroads, utility right of ways, power lines, creeks, streams, ponds and lakes are near the bug out location?
Time for some random thoughts on life from a bored survivalist.
Lets start with happiness. What is happiness? Happiness is defined as a “mental or emotional state of well-being.” Whos responsibility is it for you to be happy? Is it your spouses responsibility for you to be happy? Is it your employers responsibility for you to be happy?
Your happiness is your responsibility.
Outside stimuli can affect your happiness. However, the key to happiness is controlling your thoughts; change your thoughts and you change your reality.
The most important issue with being happy is thinking happy thoughts. So what if bad things happen. We do not have to dwell on those bad memories. Life is full of bad things. We lose a job, lose a loved one, get our feelings hurt,,, but that is life.
Something happened that I would never in a million years thought could come true, my beloved Kristy and I divorced.
We met in 2000 while I was working at Lake Conroe between Conroe and Montgomery. After a whirlwind romance we got married and swore our love to each other.
On July 17 2015 Kristy and I got into an argument. I asked if she wanted a divorce. She said yes and left. A few days later she filed for divorce.
The love of my life that I hoped to live the rest of my days with is no longer by my side.
I feel so empty inside as if my heart and soul were ripped out, shredded, and burned. My hopes of ever finding someone to grown old with has been destroyed.
Kristy and I built a life together and had so many plans. Plans that seemed to vanish in a split second when she drove away.
Now I have to start a new phase of life of being single at 47 years old. Just when life was getting good for Kristy and I she left and we are divorced. I finished paying child support in 2014. We both found good paying jobs with good benefits. Then all of a sudden the rug is pulled out.
Going on 3 months after she left and I am numb and still in denial. Everyday I hope she contacts me to say she is coming home. I know my hopes are in vain.
My next relationships will be filled with mistrust. How can I love someone else when the love of my life walked out? This feels like a bad dream I wish so badly to awake from.
I just want to wake up to find Kristy sleeping next to me.
I feel like I am starting a new phase in life. Here I am at 46 years old (almost 47), finished paying my child support almost a year ago and starting a new career. Is this how life is supposed to work?
When I finished high school in 1986 my fiance’s grandfather helped me get a job at a welding shop in southeast Texas. The pay was pretty bad, but at least I was learning something. From 1986 – 1999 I bounced around various welding shops hoping the pay and benefits would get better, but they never did.
1995 I went to Lamar College in Port Arthur for a degree in computer information systems. Working a full time job, being a parent, being a husband and going to college takes dedication.
1999 – 2000 my life fell apart. I lost my job due to the company making poor decisions. It sure is funny how the CEO make make terrible decisions and everyone else has to pay the price. Then in 2000 my wife of 14 years filed for divorce. In all honesty I was tired of her screaming, fit-throwing and refusing to control her spending. In the long run divorcing her was probably the best thing that happened to me. But it would take years to make progress in my life.