Friday, August 11, 2017
Recently, a friend of the blog over at Ammo.com turned me on Soldiers' Angels.
Soldiers' Angels offers programs for wounded, deployed, families, and others. Most of their programs could not be possible without the support of the wonderful Angels who dedicate their time, money and talents, to the organization.
As you all know, I've always supported our Vets and Military. We should. We need to. You should too.
This organization is doing real work folks. Go check them out at the link above and pass on the word if you can. The more folks that know about this organization the better!
If you have time to read a little bit extra today, drop by Ammo.com and read some of their articles. You'll enjoy it. https://ammo.com/articles
Saturday, August 5, 2017
Another great day out on the lake... I pulled us up to the Sandbar Social Club for a little swim break and enjoyed a few Jager bombs with the guys and my smoking hot little barefoot gardening squaw. We will be shooting shotguns and a box of clays in the morning. Funday Sunday! All of this stress free living and success is starting to wear on me ya'll, but I'll manage I reckon...
Thursday, August 3, 2017
I know it's been a while. Sorry for that. I see the Patriot circles are still at it, and most still hate each other. I hope their dick measuring contests eventually provide us with a winner. Either that, or they should just meet up and have a supervised or sanctioned scrap to get the shit over with. It's been tiring you could say and has turned a lot of people off. So there's that...
My world is really small these days. I work, shoot my M1A, fish, ride jet skis and our 22 ft Tr-toon party barge, and take care of my family. I travel all over East Texas from Texarkana to Terrell to Beaumont for work most of the time, so that's really put a damper on my posting. The traveling plus stupid blogger took their damn mobile app away from us on our cell phones too. I'm not sure that I've actually revealed to you guys and gals what I've been up to for work or not so here goes... We own and manage an ATM Services company. Currently we have 46 ATM's in service paying us 24/7. It's nice to get paid while you sleep. When you can do that, you're fucking winning friends. We do it all in regards to anything ATM. We aren't in debt to any banks, it's all our own money, machines, and labor. Sounds fun right? It is. I would drop you a link to our business page, but I don't want some of you fuckers sending me dick and dildo pics and whatever the fuck else your perverted minds can come up with. There seems to be a fascination with pornography and nudity in blogging for page hits still, so just count me out on that note.
It's been quite fucking liberating to my soul to not be chained to a desk working for shit management and having the life and soul sucked out of me by greedy investment banker vampire squid types. No shit, at my last job as an industrial valve supplier, I was doing anywhere from 6-10 million in sales a year, making 75 grand a year with a fucking measly bonus of right about 5 grand per year. Yeah, I know, how the fuck did you eat that shit sandwich for so long Stackz? Believe me, I hated every fucking part of it, but had to do what I had to do until something better came along. You know, wife need clothes, baby need shoes and shit bruh...
So far, we've tripled in company size at just over a year of doing this. Not bad right? It all boils down to how bad you want to suffer in the beginning to get your own show up and running in order for the big payback to hit later on. We've been through the struggles of a new business and have pretty much got things sorted to where this thing runs itself. It's been a fun ride so far. Ain't no hill for steppers like us! We've done a ton of charity events, concerts, fairs, junk picking events, and just about any other mobile opportunity to make a buck you can think of. I can have a machine loaded up with a wireless modem, our atm flags/signs, and be gone in 10 minutes. We get paid by the transactions, so I promote the fuck out of it while on location. Y'all didn't know your boy looked so good in a business suit did ya? I clean up alright and mingle with the uppity fucks I loathe so much to keep food on the table. I've hung out with pompous Actors, fucked up Musicians, NFL players, Professional Poker players, a few law makers and former Politicians, Military, had pizza and a beer with Roger Clemens, and stood beside former Ravens Linebacker Ray Lewis and listened to the bullshit that comes out of his mouth. He's quite a large fellow if you've never seen him in person. And I just thought I was a big man. Some of you know me in real life, most of you never will. Those of you that I have met in real life, thanks for reaching out and making a connection. Come out to the lake, have a beer, and kick back with me sometime. You're always welcome.
I've put off becoming a helicopter pilot until I can afford to buy my own bird. That should be a few years away at the rate we are growing our business. It can only go up from here.
We are considering taking a stab at commercial real estate. Where we live, which is pretty remote lake side type of an environment, every thing shuts down at 9pm. That means no boat gas, no smokes, no beer, or no food until they open the next morning. You can drive 20 minutes into the next city, and even there shit closes at 10pm. We can remedy that problem. I know it. I don't want to run a store, just want to buy a building and fix it up into a store and pay someone to run it for me.
We have 10 hens and a rooster out back. There are 4 Rhode Island Red hens, and 6 Araucana hens along with a Araucana Rooster who thinks he's the fucking man. They've been a lot of fun raising. They are just now starting to drop eggs! I hope my family likes omelettes.
That's about all for now. I've missed being around and sharing my thoughts and opines with you folks. I've had several companies ask me since I've been on my walkabout to advertise, write, or consult with them on articles. Ain't nobody got time for that!
Y'all take care and take care of one another.
Much love, Stackz