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The New Addition to the Family

It’s our buddies out in the back yard.

Today, we added a new family member.  She is a beagle and her name is Dagney.  It’s kind of a weird name, but I thought that it would be a good one.  It is nothing we would have come up with, but when we saw her vet records, that’s the name written on the top of it.  I like it.  This was Bear’s first introduction to her in the back yard and they hit it off perfectly.  My Bear is such a nice dog.  I only wish that he didn’t slobber so much because she has walked around this house looking like she had just stepped out of the bath tub.

We’ll be giving her a bath really soon!

GCB0062 – Christmas Traffic and Memories

Episode 62 finds us talking about SNL, some politics, and Christmas memories.

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Clearing the Mind…or Chasing Rabbits

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After rereading what I wrote, I know I started off talking about something and ended up on something totally different. Bear with me!


Some people don’t know this about me, but years ago, I wanted to try out modeling.  I honestly thought I had something.  No, I’m not talking exclusively about nudity as you may be thinking.  I had lost some of my body fat and was looking the best I had in my life.  Along with the body change came a drastic increase in self-esteem.  I was soon to find out how self-esteem is great,  but if the person doesn’t strive to keep that, it can flitter away.  Sadly, flittering away is exactly what it did.

In 2001, I was contemplating becoming a stripper at a local bar.  I really thought I had what I needed.  One trip to San Francisco and no telling how many meals and no time to work out and all that went down the drain.  I know, I’ve been told that there is no way I could have gained enough weight that quickly to make a difference.  I might not have, but something changed.  I can’t describe it, but it did.

After going through a few jobs, I became tired of feeling sad and feeling self hatred.  I got a gym membership and started to work out A LOT!  My waist size went back down.  My chest, arms, legs, and backside became defined and looked fantastic.  As you can guess, this all made my self-esteem improve tremendously.  I would go to the gym during lunch, after work, and sometimes, even before work.  I had the perfect diet because I had a job where I could eat when I needed nourishment.  I lost that job and started working at a place where I could not leave to get healthy food, I lost tons of sleep because of stupid work schedules or having to stay over my scheduled hours because people didn’t show up when they should.  This is where I commence with the downward spiral of depression.

I decided that school would lift me back up.  I feel comfortable when I am learning.  People think I might be crazy, but when you have something to keep your brain busy, and better yourself at the same time, you can accomplish so many things.  The possibilities are endless when you gain knowledge.  Even though I had about a year of disappointment after loosing a great opportunity to further a drafting career, I decided to go back to school and learn Accounting.  I stayed in the same job while going through both programs.  Thankfully, after graduating from the Accounting program, I found a much better job.

I can’t put into words the change I was able to make, with the great assistance and direction of a coworker.  I went to the gym with a purpose of growing mentally and physically and that’s exactly what I did.  I grew in every way I wanted.  It was fantastic!  I’ve shared pictures on here of my progress.  August was quite shitty, speaking honestly.  I lost another job due to the damn economy.

Since I did not have a job, I once again found myself in a place where I felt useless.  I had two associates degrees and no job to put them to use.  What did I do to find myself in this position in life where I keep getting flushed down the proverbial drain when the economy or someone decides to shrink a business.  It is definitely not where I saw myself years ago.  No one ever says, “In five years, I see myself constantly ending up in dead end jobs or in jobs I take only because I need employment.”  That would be a dreary outlook and it became a dreary reality.

Along with job loss, there has been a change in my body.  Depression can, will, and has caused me to lose sight of where I want my physical self.  I have felt unworthy to go to the gym since I became unemployed.  I have the membership (it’s not that expensive for one) but I feel horrible knowing that the other half is working to support us while I’m pumping iron.  That would be very selfish of me…and that is not me.

I’m hoping that the next year will see a drastic change.  Something has to change or I’m going to end up in a mental hospital.  No joke.  I’ve had enough failure for one person to handle.  My body and mind can’t take anymore upset and depression.

Back In The Beginning

Clarke County, Alabama – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

This week in 1812, Clarke County, Alabama was established by the Mississippi Territory.  It was pretty important during the Civil War as salt was produced there.  A small area in the county is known as Rockville where there was a large salt works where salt was mined.  The salt was mined around 1816-1820, but of course, the Indians had obtained it from there much much prior to that.  If only we could go back and live as they did, I would be a really happy person.  And so would many in my family.  The county is located between the Alabama and the Tombigbee Rivers as they join at the bottom tip of the county at the beginning of the Mobile River.  The area is pretty much dirt roads and swampy area.

The country was named after General John Clarke who was from, and later became governor of, Georgia.  I've seen the name before as now I live in Georgia and I love history.  Everything ties together in some way.  You can count on that.  The first county seat was in Clarkesville and was later moved to a more central location (as people wanted things in those days...hence Montgomery being the state capital after the others burned down or whatever other reason).  The name of that town was Macon and would later be changed to Grove Hill.

One of the important things to remember was that around the beginnings of the county, there was still a large number of Native Americans in the area.  There were numorous forts in the area including Fort Sinquefield which is in the general area of Whatley on Hwy 84 East on the way to Monroeville, the birthplace of Harper Lee (To Kill A Mockingbird) and home to her friend, Truman Capote (In Cold Blood).

As a child in the state of Alabama, one is required to take Alabama History for at least two years.  Schools may be different, but I took it both in the 4th grade and in the 9th grade, along with Geography.  We learned that in its much earlier days, the county was covered in a shallow body of water.  Skeletal remains have been found in the area to support the hypothesis.  When the Native American tribes came into the area, long after the water receeded, they made shelters in caves and set up settlements.  They fed on the large amount of wildlife that roams the county.  With the rivers and streams covering that southwestern part of the state, it created the perfect breeding ground for deer, squirrels, beavers, and other animals used for food and clothing.  Trade was the word in those days.

My great-great-great-grandmother on my granddad's side of the family was said to be Choctaw, but when research was conducted, her maiden name ended up being Moncreif.  That is a French name and her lineage has been traced back to France.  She could have had dark skin, but I'm not thinking she was a native.  It is said that my great-grandmother on my grandmother's side was Cherokee, but I'm thinking that is not correct either because the Cherokee indian nation was predominantly in the northeast corner of the state including Fort Payne and Gadsden.  I haven't been able to get as much research done as I had wished, but whatever happened, it ended up in Clarke County.

I could write for days on the history of Clarke County.  From The Creek War to The Mitchem Beat War, battles have been fought for centuries and that's what has made the county and its people.  I wouldn't have changed a thing as it is what made us who we are.  River dwellers, creek stompers, corn and cotton farmers, and deer hunters all go hand in hand.  They are a wonderful people and many would give you the shirts off their backs with nothing asked in return.  Many people in this world could learn a lot from them and could learn a lot from their history.

GCB0061 – Gay Movies, Christmas Shows, and a New Listener

Thanks to all who listen and take part in The Gay Life of a Country Boy.  Both George and I love doing the podcast and we can’t wait to see it grow in popularity.  Help us out by spreading the word to your friends.  Now that I look at it, we are only 39 episodes from getting to 100 shows!  It’s taken long enough!  LOL!

Episode 61 is once again a bunch of chatting between us and the chat room at www.pride48.com.  We had a new listener in the chat room this time….it was my sister in South Alabama!  It was great to have her in there taking part in the chat and listening to the show.  It kinda feels like an accomplishment to reach a listener down there, even if it was someone in my family.  When I talked to her after the show, she said that my brother came in towards the end.  I was blown away!

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November 30–El fin

Well, look a here.  It’s the final post of November.  And I have managed to only be one day behind at the end.  I am proud of myself.  There have been a lot of night where I fell asleep while typing something and woke up the next morning with slobber on my arm.  But, I got the updates posted.  What did I start this month:

  1. I started using multiple programs to post to the blog.  Not only can I post directly from WordPress, but I can also post from the Blogwriter app on my phone, Windows Live Writer on my laptop and the upstairs computer, from some add-on the other half found for Firefox, and I can now use Microsoft Word to turn documents into blog posts.
  2. I have started a third story, one of which will not last much longer.  This time, when I say short story, that’s exactly what it will be.  I have two other things I want to complete before thinking of another.  I shouldn’t have started this one, but I will finish it on the blog instead of leaving it hanging.
  3. I have started a more sincere attempt to keep this blog updated in a timely manner.  I know now what it takes to do multiple posts in a week and sometimes in a day.  It’s not like this is a news blog where I want to help keep the gay community up-to-date on activities, but it is something I would like to stay dedicated to for a long time.

I have been thinking about a lot during this month.  I have realized that some things may not be going in the direction I originally planned.  It’s sad that it hasn’t been what I wanted it to be, but times have not been the best…especially since August.  There have been so many other things I’ve wanted to do and I probably could have.  Sometimes, my brain and my free time do not work together to accomplish goals that my brain likes to hide from me.  I have wanted to go hiking and I probably have had the time to do it.  It takes more than time…money.  I am by far not the most wealthy person and the money we have already has a place to go before we get it.

Who knows what might happen within the next few months.  I am trying to keep my mind open and my spirits high. 

Until later…..NaPodPoMo and NaBlogPoMo are through.  Amen!

November 29. 2011 – Education: A Given Right

Education is a right that belongs to everyone in this world. Male and female alike are entitled to learn as much as they possibly can, regardless how it is guided. Some children are homeschooled, some are sent to private schools, and some are sent to public schools. I may have a biased few on where kids are educated, but that is because I went to a public school and received an excellent education and a great foundation for college and the rest of my life. Either one can provide a child with quality direction. Just get them into one of these situations.

You may wonder why I bring this up. Tonight, I watched the latest episode of Our America with Lisa Ling. The topic was “Extreme Parenting.” Lisa discussed the parenting decisions with three couples.

The first couple was obviously pushing their children a bit too hard to learn…even to the point of mental exhaustion. I was impressed, however, to see that the child, before first grade, could do multiplication. I cannot say I did the same thing. At that time in my life, I wasn’t really concerned. It was later that I was pretty much forced to learn the tables or get my behind torn to shreds.

Another family, mostly the father, was pushing his son to be “more of a man and able to protect himself.” The father had once been a member of a gang and I can understand how he would not want his child to follow in that footstep. I did not agree with his views because he kept spitting out NFL. “Oh, he’s going to the NFL!” he said over and over again. He pushed him in the gym to get pumped. At 14, he was short, but he had muscle definition. My issue: you can have all the muscles in the world and still have a small brain. The brain overrules the muscle. If you can’t think, what are those muscles going to accomplish?

The third couple pissed me off to the point that I was screaming at the television. The other half hates when I do that and reminds me over and over. Tonight, he even stuck his fingers in his ears. OK, it was a bit drastic as I wasn’t screaming as much as I was yelling. There’s a difference! LOL.

This couple decided that they were going to do a new thing called unschooling. They believed that their children would not learn much from a standard curriculum compared to learning from their life experiences. I will be 34 years old on Sunday. I’ve had life experiences…many of them. A six year old child is not going to have life experiences where they are going to learn the necessary tools to live a successful life. They haven’t had the lifetime needed to learn life lessons. This lady said that the standard way of teaching crippled the learning capabilities of her children. Right after she said this, they showed her children sitting around a TV playing video games. The one child even told Lisa that he was learning hand/eye coordination when she asked him what he was learning.

Is that game going to help you get a job when you’re old enough? Is that game going to help you in everyday life when you need to make an informed decision? Oh, is that game going to help you work off that childhood obesity you obviously inherited from your lazy parents? After showing the kindergarten child doing multiplication, they showed this woman standing in the kitchen with her oldest son. She said he just “loved” to cook and he learned math skills from various things dealing with cooking. The only thing I saw was a lazy mother who was having her son cut vegetables in halves so she didn’t have to worry about it. She also said that her children wanted to be at home instead of go to school. It was so sad.

I think it is criminal to purposefully keep your children out of a learning situation. I also think it is criminal to allow children to tell you what is better for them. As I’ve said. That child doesn’t know any better. As long as mom and dad cater to the wants of the child, they will never see that child live a structured life…unless that structure happens to be a prison designed by someone else’s child. I was beside myself with pity for those kids. Before the show ended, the cameraman filed outside the home. At that moment, I had no pity at all for the parents. That house looked run down and the yard wasn’t clean. I was like, you can decide not to send your kids to school, but damn it, get their asses outside to clean up some before a national cable channel gets there to film.

The third couple could cause me to write a book, but I will not. I will only say this: That crown on your child’s head only means that someone thought it was pretty, not because they thought it was smart. Spending $10,000 in a single year entering your child in beauty pageants is ridiculous. You need to safe the money in a savings account so you can pay for that child to get a college education. Looks can…and most often do…fade. Bank on education instead of good looks. Education can get you far, but when time runs across your body, your looks go to hell along with all those fake crowns you were given to pick your feelings off the ground.

Education, especially in our country, could be made better by motivated teachers. When you don’t give those motivated teachers kids willing to learn, you cause the world to lose a valuable mind. This day in time…we can’t spare those…in the slightest.

November 28, 2011 – Watching Dead People Walking Around

I’m a bit behind, but I am watching a fantastic show…The Walking Dead. For whatever reason, I got behind on the show. It comes on at the same time the live show of The Gay Life of a Country Boy is running on www.pride48.com. Thankfully, we have a DVR. It definitely gets its use. Just about every show I watch requires me to record it and then watch it whenever I have a moment…that’s usually when the other half has already gone to bed. Anyway, I am almost a half-season behind.

A great feature of this show is that it was filmed in Georgia. The first season was all shot in the Atlanta area. It’s great when you can watch a scene of a television series and say, “I know where that’s at! I’ve been there!” There’s a rock quarry in the Atlanta area that is currently being turned into a park. That was used in the show. The CDC, of course, was blown to shreds. That in itself was terrifying. Screw the zombies…save the CDC.

The thought of something like that happening is numbing. Millions of people could be turned into walking corpses. People think there are difficult decisions made today. They have no idea what kind of world we’d live in if that were to happen. In the episode I’m watching, the gang is split. Some are looking for supplies while some are stuck on a highway and then some are in a house in the country. None are particularly safe, but they are doing what they can with what they have.

It would definitely be a different world. Zombies can’t enforce laws on those who might not be infected. Those who aren’t infected have to find some way to stick together and not allow petty differences come between them. Since there aren’t millions of people to feed, support, or doctor, there would be plenty of supplies. The only issue would be the handing out of those supplies and getting to them when needed. Nowhere would be safe from the “walkers” as you can’t build walls around cities where the majority of populations reside. In this and previous episodes, walkers have made their way into the woods. I guess when they can’t find live humans on which to feed, animals in the woods will do just fine. Bon appetite!

I hope I never see anything of the sort happen in real life. It’s one thing to see this portrayed on television but I’m sure it would be ten times worse dealing with the real thing. People, I feel, would not be as calm as the people who are trying to find a safe place to exist.

November 27, 2011–What The Hell Did You Just Say?

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Tonight while in the local chain bookstore, I was standing in the clearance book aisle.  I love to look at all the books they’ve decided people obviously don’t want.  Either that or they realize that people aren’t going to spend US $50.00 to read about the architecture of adobe houses.  I am a book lover and always have been, but I am not a believer in spending a boat load of money on something that will end up collecting dust on a shelf.

While looking through the book selection, this lady, and I guess what must have been her husband, walked by me, browsing the clearance aisle for cheap stuff.  The husband was following behind as she walked around the end cap.  He stopped to look at the end display and, with the calmest look on his face, he says, “Look at this.  They misspelled ‘withering’.  Idiots!”

What the hell?

I was shocked to the point where I couldn’t say a word.  I stood there totally stunned and flabbergasted.  Could this guy have honestly been this stupid?  Well, of course he could!  The end display featured sets of classic literature.  One of those books was, of course, one of my most favorite of all time…Wuthering Heights…the tale of Heathcliff and Catherine and the tragic love between the two.  It not only caused torment for them but for everyone around them.  Out of all the books I have ever read, it speaks the most to me as I can understand Heathcliff.  He’s not the cream of the crop and he’s kind of unruly.  But, he disappears for two or three years and returns more dignified than the ones who practically ran him away.  I loved it!

But, I digress.  No matter what tree you fall out of, what swamp you swim out of, or what mountain you roll down to go into a public setting, one expects people to have a basic level of knowledge.  I mean, this book was published in 1847 and hasn’t stopped since then.  One doesn’t have to be a scholar to know it exists…and know that it’s title is not a misspelling.

You don’t have to listen in on people’s conversations to hear stupid things.  You can hear something from anyone that blows your mind.  I think I handled the situation pretty well as normally, I would have yelled out the above in red…What the hell?!

November 26, 2011–Miracle in the Woods, Part 4

Carl had moved his glass of water and was spreading the moisture ring with his finger.  He was listening to more description from the man on the phone.  Whatever this thing was, someone was wanting it and would pay whatever necessary to have it.  From what the guy on the phone was saying, there were at least ten people in the world who had an interest in its retrieval.

“Have you still not heard from Carol and Mary?  They’ve been at the site all day.  I can’t honestly believe that it would take that long to find out what this thing is.”  Carl was beginning to get irritated.  He wanted to know things now.   He had no time to wait for information.  There were more important things to investigate than something making women sexually agitated.

The man on the phone, sounding calm, said “I haven’t heard anything yet.  I realize it has been a few hours since they arrived there, but I have all confidence in their abilities.  They will get back with us as soon as possible.”

“Well, to me, that isn’t quick enough.  I’m headed up there.  This time, someone will get there in time.”  Carl pull out his cell and dialed.  “Frank, I need you for a little while. Are you busy?…Yeah, I’ll need a chopper….I’ll meet you at the field.”  Carl closed his phone and stood.  He grabbed stack of papers from the table and walked toward the door.

“What makes you think you’ll find anything more than others who’ve been there?”, the man on the phone asked.

“Since I’ll be in the air, I’m sure I’ll find out more than anyone else.  Seems no one has been smart enough to do that before now.  I’ll call when I get there.”

Carl walked out the door and to his truck.  He turned on his radio as he sped down the highway.  The announcer on the local station mentioned the large gathering of women in the local clearing.  He was taking phone calls from listeners.

“Yes, you’re our next caller.”

“My name is Wayne and I am concerned about this thing.  I wanna know what it is and nobody is saying anything except that it’s unknown.  That’s not answering my question or the questions my friends have.  All of our wives and daughters are headed up there today.  We’re in the right mind to go there ourselves and see what the hell it is.”

The announcer broke in.  “I hear ya, Wayne.  There are many out there who want to know what’s going on there.  I just want to know so I can stop talking about something I don’t know anything about.  I can’t tell you to do anything and it’s my place in broadcasting in this area to tell you to leave it up to those who can handle these situations.  But if you do something, call and tell me.

“You got it man.  And I’ll say if anyone wants to go with me, they need to meet up in the parking lot of Harper’s Store in town.”

Damn idiots, Carl thought.  Everyone wants to be the police when something happens around this place.  There’s no telling what can happen if a bunch of men barge into that clearing where all those women are.  And if it’s true, all those men might find themselves in a bit of a sticky situation.  Carl chuckled as he turned onto the gravel drive leading to the shed where Frank kept his helicopter.

Frank was waiting inside when Carl opened the door.  They grabbed their goggles and head sets and walked out the back door to the landing pad.  He walked around the aircraft and opened the passenger door.  “I hope we can get a clear site of this thing you’re interested in.  I’ll be glad when all this mess is over.  I have had more women trying to seduce me in the past week than my entire life.  Most women understand that it wouldn’t get them anywhere.  This thing is turning women stupid”, Frank said.

“I’m the one who taking a chance at getting attacked by going up there.  I hope the only people this thing affects is women.  I’d hate to know you might lose control and seduce me!”  Carl saw the look of shock come across Frank’s face before he ducked to avoid being hit by Frank’s flying goggles.

“Oh yes, I would love to see what I could do to my own brother-in-law.  Maybe then I could see what there is about your body my sister seemed to like enough to marry you.  Now get your ass in the helicopter.”  Frank stepped into the helicopter and put on his head set and motioned for Carl to do the same.  They closed the doors and Frank, after switching on multiple buttons, lifted off.  It wouldn’t take long to get where they were heading.

….To be continued