Flora’s Five Were Robbed

When tragedy hits close to home, it has a different impact on you than if it happens somewhere else. It is just a fact; do not throw stones here people.

There were two tragedies that have happened in my neck of the woods in the past 6 months, but today I will be focusing on one … more than that … what happens when people come out of their caves and do more harm than good.

On November 21, 2016, in the small town of Flora, Indiana, four beautiful little girls tragically lost their lives in a house fire. Months later, yes, I said months, the fire was ruled to be arson. Now I do not claim to be a professional; but when you have to consider a house fire for months to figure out if it is arson or not, well, that is hard to swallow. I will be doing a more in-depth account starting Monday.

What is even harder to swallow is when someone comes swooping in from another state and under the guise of doing good and starts taking money from generous people. And not just people locally, but from all over. This is one of the lowest forms of life there is: stealing from people under the cover of helping when all he really did was pocket that money for himself.

Local news is now becoming aware that Brian Muehe, or whatever he calls himself these days, scammed hundreds of dollars from caring people. He told them it was reward money set up for the victim’s family through GoFundMe. Now that the word is out, I am sure this poor excuse will be backtracking and trying to stay invisible.

I know some of these people personally and to say they are upset is an understatement. I have screen shots of conversations, bullying tactics, promises never kept, and more. If and when the need arises that information will be dropped into the right hands but until that time I will say this:

If and when you decide to donate to any place for anything that moves you, do the research. Please. Know who and where the money will be going. This is not the first time something this despicable as happened and I am sure it will not be the last. Just be careful folks.

As for Mr. Muehe. Do you hear it? That is time. It is ticking away. The word is out and time is not on your side anymore. There are organizations in place dedicated to making sure people like you are found, prosecuted, and brought to justice.



Am I Just Nucking Futs??

So, in addition to freelance writing, I have decided to venture into the odd and scary world of Copywriting.

What the Hell is that? Yeah, I wish I knew.

When I say I am venturing into the world, I mean as of today.

Maybe this is a bad idea, maybe it is the future. I just want to be able to put my writing skills to good use (and make a living at it).

So if there is anyone out there in BlogLand, hit em up. Let me know if I am completely off my rocker or not. Or shoot me a tip or something. This seems like a scary endeavor but I said I wanted to broaden my horizons and this seems to be a great launching point. I am all for it!


Bishop’s Thoughts

Every morning when I get to my office … in my house, he is there. Usually just waking up. He gives me that look – you know the one: “Morning dad, where is the coffee? Oh, and by the way I’m hungry.” He’s always hungry. But I guess that’s the life huh? Sitting around all day, judging me, eating and shitting, taking naps, then repeating the whole process. There are times he is pretty grumpy as well. He likes the same music I do … at least he doesn’t complain much. And talk about the staring game: he is the champ. Never looks away that one. Trust me, I’ve tried and I lose every time. What are you going to do?

Who is this early morning, grumpy, judging machine residing in my office? His name is Bishop. Here he is in one of his poses thinking about what it is like living in a glass house.

What a ham! And I believe he likes having his pictures taken too.

This morning we were having a conversation (shut up – he talks) about living in a glass house. And how he gets to see everything around him. And how he sees everything I do and say. That thought alone was a little staggering but those are secrets between him and I. And he won’t talk to anyone but me.

So what does it mean to live in a glass house? Or better yet, what should we be doing in the proverbial sense of course. You know the saying: People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Maybe it is me, but I try to live like that the older I get.

That is not to say that I may make fun of people every now and then but I try not to. If I do it is orally in good fun. Not the malicious mess I see every time I get on social media. Have you read through certain threads lately? Keyboard warriors trying to get things said in the most aggressive, uncaring, and evil way possible. There is a reason I despise social media. Even though I know it is a necessary evil in our lives. Especially those of us who either look for work or put ourselves out there on it. You are more than likely reading this because you saw it posted on social media. If you are a loyal follower, thank you and get back to writing. If you are not a follower, then you should be.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Throwing stones to me means saying and doing things that hurt others. Now I know there are times when we don’t mean to, those are easy to rectify. It’s the ones where people go out of their way to be mean that I have a problem with.


My mother-in-law also has a saying: Least said easiest mended. Brilliant. If you say little to hurt someone’s feelings, you will have less to apologize for. Easy right?

But what happens when someone says something first? That is a tough one. I am the first to stick up for my family and friends … almost to a point of being too protective, I have been told. But there comes a time when we need to realize one simple truth.

Stop lowering yourself to others level. Stop acting like them in order to make yourself eel better. Idiots will do idiot things – it is a simple fact of life. Rise above. Even though that sounds so cliche to ever write it is the truth.

Simple truth: think about what you are doing/saying before you do it.

My Wife Should Be Bald…

Saturday was “cleaning day” around the house. And true to my form, I took some time to do some writing while my beautiful wife busied herself with chores. Not that I don’t help mind you. I was already in the mode when she decided to clean. And when she sets her mind to something – watch out. So as Shinedown was blasting in the background she was flitting around the house, cleaning and putting things away. That was when I heard a shrill sound coming from the other room.

I stopped mid-sentence to see what the hell was going on.

Maybe a little back story is in order before I go into what had happened. We have recently purchased our first house. Yay us! Along with a new house comes new “things”. One of these things is a new vacuum … you know, one with all the bells and whistles and attachments … and this particular one might have been used a time or two. Nothing that would give it cause to break down already. Right?

As I walk into the living room, I hear this brand new vacuum making the worst noise I had ever heard. It was like … well … it is hard to describe it without referring to a bird and my hands around said birds neck. But that would be terrible. So suffice it to say it was terrible.

Upon inspecting the underside, you know, the part that has a brush thingy (it’s a word, look it up) I noticed a lot of thin strands of black hair. These strands were wrapped around the revolving brush thingy, causing it to jam up and make the mechanism inside scream in protest.

I will also take this opportunity to say that nobody, not myself, my son, nor any of the felines in our house have long black hair. That finger can be pointed to the wife. She is the one that should be bald but isn’t. Let me finish the intro and I will explain.

I grabbed as much of the hair I could pull out. We both did. To say it was a bunch would be an understatement. Then I asked her to fire it up again to see if the damn thing still was yelling about something. It did not. Problem solved. Case closed. The day was won. Until the next time, I am sure.

So here is the point: How in the hell is she not bald??

There was hair in the vacuum, hair in the sink, on the floor, in the shower drain (Ew), in the car, on the carpet, the couch, outside on the patio, on my shirt as I am writing this. I think you get the picture: IT IS EVERYWHERE.

It’s kind of like having this guy running around the house:

I am a researcher by nature. But this is one thing I have yet to look up. I cannot fathom how someone loses so much hair but is not bald. It baffles the mind. I am sure there is some scientific explanation. Some easy answer even. Who knows. But for the life of me, I look at her every day I wonder why she doesn’t resemble Mr. Clean.

As you may have guessed, there are serious and not-so posts here. I am in no way complaining about the hair around the house. I have learned to live with it. I just wanted to make you laugh.

The Search is ON!!


Recently I lost my job. I would like to be able to say this is a bad thing but the job I had was terrible. Yes, it put money in the bank but that was about it. The payoff was not worth it: getting up early (and I mean early), going to a place where I was underappreciated and made to do things that were not in my job description, etc. etc. Don’t get me wrong, I worked with a few really cool people but that was the only highlight of my day.

Anyway, I am now on the prowl (is that a bad word here?) for freelance work. I am also starting a second (and maybe third) blog for more niche things. More on that when it gets close to launch time.

This is just a quick note to say hi and that there will be more to come.

I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend