No fucking fighting

Just found that one, funny…. he he he
No fucking fighting

Yep, that is me, another one I just saw and still can´t find the freaking photo I wanted to post
kind of weird since I´m pretty messed up in that photo if I find it and ofcourse share it to the world
fuck it

I thought that was a funny one, where the fuck is the photo I´m trying to publish and create a GREAT poem around it

Fuck it, tired of seeing pictures in the “add media” add what by the way?

This is mom at her best, that is the picture I eventually end this post. Remember her like that.
Fighting…. just a catchy title I thought including the F word, most important is this last picture,
she is a beauty my mother, she is not gone yet still a beauty.
Hey ladies? Mom is a beauty so how the hell you think the son turned out? Sexy….Seeeexy!

Have a great Sunday gents and gentesses.

War dogs

She picked the scent!
I only gave her one cent
cheap dog this one…
English bulldog Americana!
can drive you a bit bannana

This is the current dog we have, miss her also with this Corona shit.

Just watching videos of the dog that was on the raid of Binladen, if it´s already hard to move, shoot, communicate,
and the rest, then reading the dog….damn, that wass interesting.
Hey yo! Yes you Tina, mother named her that as in Tina Turner one of her favourite artist.
Yo Tina! Hear? You actually have better teeth than me you behaviour missbehaviour.
Send her to prison, but a cool doggy prison not a regular one, is there some?
They should make them then, I´m an entrepreneur so…. people gave you an idea

Traitor(photography)

Yes yes, she looks like a lady,
No baby
look at my I phone just stumbled upon that picture

other picture what a fucking gallary

good food
No food
Asian girl, nice girl by the way

Why I wake up and have a cigarette? Freaking weird, first thing I do when I have money, food? What?

Sorry, just found that one, had me smiling though.
that hurt nice
The freaking blanket is the American Flag… traitor

Superhuman(Video)

What in the world did I just see, again…. I did say that I was very good
at soccer in the previous post. I did play first with Brunete and then
Real Madrid as a youngster. My idol then and how I modeled my form of playing
was the player Laudrup. But JF Christ, this Messi is beyond anything.
No wonder you got all these Alpha guys trying to destroy him, and they can´t.
There are other videos when the guy is literally vomiting on the field,
The pressure on this one it´s extreme. But at the end of the day, Staying Frosty.
Too good to be true. Yet is true! Now I´ll switch off and watch a porn.

Sunday stroll with Charly(photos)

Alright! Stop yelling at me, I know it´s Tuesday but I couldn’t get the photos
uploaded until today, here it goes Carolina and stop nagging at me. Cruel creature…

I woke up and first thing got my new I phone 35
I saw a bit of T.V, real hardcore news on my great pjs? just a mix…
I looked out the balcony and the coast was clear of killers
I went out running
If you have a magnifying glass you can see what here we call “tenderetes” on the balconies,
you just hang the clothes there to dry
This one is just the one we have in the little patio and the only one (mom is smart)of
the whole high-rise of 3 stories our “tenderete” if you will or just a rope

Walked down the road
This freaking town is build on a mountain, so walking down is great walking back up…not cool.
Got to a park, it was a great sunny day, kids playing evil monsters really
I asked a guy to pose for me, shit there was hot girls.. just kids, old people, parents…
Nice dog, and nice guy, we chatted
a bit and out he went and I was left yet alone reading a book and looking at my…
I get great ideas for my writing
looking at my feet.
Then up the hill passing my church
got home everything quite
I was exhausted and had gotten rid of a lot of pounds so I just laid in bed to rest

I sleep in that bed my ill mother in the one next to it, in several occasions we had to literally hear
her screaming and go to her room, so we figured (me and dad) I would be the one sleeping in the same
room so he gets his good hours of sleep, since she wakes up a lot during the night, and in case
something happens up we go to the hospital. Actually right next to the door I have a backpack
with a couple of t-shirt, cleaning things, shorts, the rest just in case we have to go to the
hospital and stay there.

So that was my great Sunday sunny stroll. Hope you enjoy the “great” photography, it is a beautiful
town, with normal people, not like the one I live in. Normal people… at least not full of criminals.
Enjoyed the stroll and sitting in the park and reading, nice day.

Weekly smile!

I thought this was a great prompt, positivity! Which certainly I need some.
The prompt by the great, drum beat….. https://trentsworldblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/06/weekly-smile-1-weeklysmile-startup/

So I´m grateful for a lot of things, but today after a grueling day
I´m smiling at seeing this:

A real museum to the “ham leg”, here it is in all it´s glory.

And the pleasure of seeing how this young lady cut it,seems easy? It ain´t if you want
to do it like a pro, nice slices not too big not too small and do it quicly,here
is the queen of cutting ham, her name is Sandra, young attractive…getting off topic

If you look closely in the back you can see a foot long piece of bred, where the ham
slices will be introduced, juicy, tender, whoooo! I´m already salivating

And then enjoy all that food, which I bought….not really, well enjoy it with this woman

Yep, her name is “mommy Rambo”, she´s healthy, in good spirits and that is what I can
smile more often about. Although she is the same woman who said she loved this quote
which
gives me the “shivy jivies” you ain´t playing around with her, I have a gansta! As a mother.

Smile Smile
And try not to think much of the bad stinky pile
Smile Smile
life is screwed up or we make it even worse but is key to focus on good memories in our file
Smile Smile
just roll with the punches,specially those depressed people”hunches” the world ain´t over
you can bank on it all over.
Smile Smile!

So those where quite good things to smile for and to remember.

Stay frosty gents and gentesses.

What are sons for….

So yesterday I swung by my parents home, had a good meal with them
but that was before this, yep
child labour. That´s my use in this family of mine, well not that you can call me a child,
let´s say.. force labour. So this was early in the morning, and mind you I have a broken
ankle, bad back, my lungs are filled with nicotine, I coud actually write a post about how
screwed up my body is, and that would be a long post. So after this, I was lead to
this!Cleaning  out one room in the second
floor of the house. Seems like little? Hell no, to the right of you is more junk they want to either
give to friends, sell, which I volunteered to sell with my shady connections to which my mother
since she knows what connections are about in my past gave me….well there is no other way to
put it, she just bitch slap me basically, lookshe seems
as if she´s doing something…..don´t let her fool you, in that second I was saying something or just
fooling around taking a photo maybe and when she saw I wasn´t helping out, well out came the “Rambo”
in her and
look how I ended up. By the way you saw all the junk
to your left in that pic? A lot of things to throw away. They want to sell my childhood home, so that´s that.
Anyways after my bitch slap I decided quickly to pick the first thing I saw laying down on the floor
That has to be at least 50 years old,
it´s a relic. Actually good new is that most of the things I´m the one who will keep them,
if I´m able to get an apartment for myself and not live with these two crazy´s I have as roomates
who are now snoring like pigs after a night of, a lot of
bubly bubly alcohol. So here I am at work, no shoes a cigarette in mouth, but working never the less.
Then I carried this baby outof the room.
I remember me at age 15 playing with that thing. And don´t ask me exactly what it does.
I just know it vibrates So after a morning of pure hell, a morning of being mentally and physically
abused, then I had this face when everything was done. I don´t know why people go to the university
really, we need more skilled labour. I should write a post about that.

.So this is me because as they say
So she was happy as you can see by my face.
You better wish she is I guarantee you that. After all I´ve been through life, this person is probably
the only one that scares me to almost death. So in my case, what are son´s for….slave labour.
Forget about helping the refugees, help me!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Real note to ponder

This is what I call the chaos theory. Where everything seems chaotic but there is a pattern to it. And the pattern to it is……just a bunch of words, short sentenced, quotes,some quick flash falsh fiction, so not pattern at all really. So this ended up put together after three hours of jotting down the same words but into another binder and I even put this shit by categories so what you see on top ended up like this

and to tell you the truth I kind of like how it looked in the first place. It has a more….don´t know the word maybe a rusty kind of look and feeling to it, problem was I couldn´t quickly find something I wanted to and just went with whatever was in my head. No wonder that the poem I wrote today I didn´t have to scratch my head too much as to what type of poem I should write. Look it! I even put that yellow marker over the word-idea I wanted to write about just to let myself known that I had already written about that. Which in the first picture I would stare at all that mess and then go back to what I had written to check if I already wrote that idea, or word, or about some quote that all give me some kind of inspiration. I´m a neat freak again! (I say again since there was a time when I really was a neat freak) the freaking notes are even  put in by categories. And what I´m holding is a huge binder by the way.

Just felt like sharing my odyssey with whoever reads this.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Narcissist ME (pic´s)

I just realise I wrote the last 3 post´s about being strong, grounded in reality, things like that, all very serious really and the thing is that I really didn´t write it about me, which seems some people think I do. I do most of the times but not all the time. I wrote them actually for a special person to see if he or she got out of the dark hole. Didn´t seem to work by the way, only oneself can get out of it at least from my experience. So it´s 3:30 a.m in Spain and decided to write this thing, can´t sleep, so instead of going serious for others I´m just going to enjoy being narcissist me and making fun of me and then post it tomorrow.Enjoy if you like.

 O yeah, look at that stud, getting ready to go…have no idea but I was going somewhere. So that´s the first picture, I look even normal. There is a debate within the family that I sometimes look like a criminal, not kidding. What does a criminal look like exactly is my question? Anyways, so that´s me , I did call the post narcissist me though……anyways again, this was probably taken by my great mommy before I went out Friday night, or boggy nights as I call them. Cause I´m the boggy man.  This was  the face of the aftermath of one of those nights out, why would somebody post things like this?go figure, I´ll talk with  my psychotherapist. Forgot, she doesn´t even want to see me, anybody out there that wants to help a pour soul?

Now me again much better now, and ready to go on the great adventure. It is great for me since around where I live I can´t find much of these bookstores! And yes that´s me again bought 3 books, and see the last section, the one I´m looking at! Well only there you can find books in English so that is for me a greater adventure than getting shot at or stabbed or in a fight. Got some screwed up things that happened in my life that´s for sure.

The day doesn´t end there, then I take care of this beauty . Doesn´t it look good! Damn it does, I´m the one taking care of the garden and stepping on the shit´s of these two bastards that look at them they´re in love, love, loveCan you believe the one looking at the camera is the male, we got to the conclusion that he is a bit gay, or totally gay. By we is the whole family, but he´s cute. A bit dumb for sure he´s suffers from the Piterpan syndrome, you know when people don´t grow up…..well translate that to a dog. But what can you do, he´s  part of the family. Holy shit, I forgot. They do have dog food but when they are in the house we do give them bread, so the bread that is left from some days back and not going into why so much is left but look at this thingBroke a hand cutting the hard bread and sweated like a pig all for the two bastards up there. So after the hard labour of doing the garden, not really hard labour. I worked as a gardener and that is not fun at all. But working just  an hour maintaining mom´s garden it is quite relaxing for me, I say it´s my yoga. Look!And like these one there are quite a few to take care off. It´s interesting to see how they talk to you, I´m not going completely nuts here. They do talk to you by means of “hey, my last flower is going a bit down maybe some water every two days or so?”

So after hard gardening labour is time to hunt took me a while to grab it but I´m fast as a gazelle. And disclaimer, for vegetarian people I do not hate animals I do love to cook them thoughhummmmmmm, roasty toasty tasty. So after a good meal what do you do? You sit down and talk with a friend with a cigarette in hand, no not the dog is the friend, I´m actually on the phone with another human. And see the female doggy to your right, what the hell is she talking about…….look at her mouth, she´s saying something. I´m looking down probably cursing her out since I can´t hear the other person on the line and can´t understand what Daisy is her name, but she doesn´t seem too please with me. And I figured it out now, because I´m not paying attention to her! Women……. 😉

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Danger! Operation “save logs” (pic´s)

Some people know I was in the army, 21-25…didn´t spend all those years there! You kidding, what a nightmare. It was the age I entered and when I left. And we did some nutty things not only in the land of wild bulls a.k.a Spain but also in two far away land full of nut jobs. Thing is, that after my military experience I do know certain things, and I have applied them this afternoon, I´v  put my vast military strategic knowledge into action.

First, check weather conditions as you can see, the number on top, yep, 36 degrees celsius this afternoon in the land of the wild bulls.

Second, asses the situation. See how many hostages I had to safe. This was all done my old fashion reconnaissance work, sneak and peak I like to saydoesn´t seem much. After this, since I´m a one man army, I had to map out my infiltration route and it would also serve as exfiltration route  so it´s due north and then I have to go to my east in order to get to the safe house.

O.k, I´m activated, now time to infiltrate. I know, not my old camouflage uniform but I decided to go ninja style here, there´s a guy to your left out of the picture. Now is time to terminate.Done. You have to be quick and violent. Forgot, this is where I´m going to stash my hostages It will do the work for now, just had to move some things around and walla!See? They are safe and comfy, all well rounded up in their respective areas. I´m what you can call RamboI decided to take off my ninja outfit and just relax after my covert mission. See ? ahahahah, all logs are gone! Time from infiltration to exfiltration took a total of 40 minutes. Sort of the same time the Navy Seals took to kill Bin Laden and gather all the information. I´m even cooler than those guys, I did it all by my self. I will admit that I did ask for help, because this is the face of painbut as they say, no pain no gain. I was about to pass out to tell you the truth. Jesus, it still amazes me that I can´t do the same things as I did in my mid twenties. At least not the physical things. But that is the true face of pain but of relieve at the same time. Now, I did ask for help. I lied at the beginning, but my battle buddy……freaking bastardhe was taking a nap! And wouldn´t get up. So he left me all by myself. As you can see, this is my childhood home, and my mother seemed to decorate my room all american style. Fine with me though. Sorry, these are the barracks for tough individuals which are not very cozy. Of course after a direct engagement with the enemy you do have to do your routine of puff puff the magic dragon And you bet I puffed on that sucker. Since I do suffer from chronic back pain I decided that after Operation Save Logs had been a success now it was time for a rest. This is what you do after a well oiled fighting machine finishes his job. Hope I gave people some insight into what it takes to save other things, material or human.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.