Category: Diary of a Wooley kid

Just as I was about to start banging out this blog entry, I got a message from Larry & Carol about a missing 18-year-old from an encampment on the other side of town, who was wandering out in the…

Sorry! As I was writing that, I got another call from Terry, who said some lanky teenager just jumped out in front of her son’s side-by-side while out on the trails. Worried about him, they contacted the sheriff.

Alright, I gave Terry’s intel to Larry and Carol, and that should be that. Time to get back to…

Oh, sorry again… Facetime call from Larry and Carol. Going back over that stuff with them, we’re on the same page. Great! Now to finally…

HOLD ON… Just got a message from my wife at Winco about what’s for dinner. This actually required me to leave the desk and confirm whether or not, we have pepperoni. We did not. She’ll need to grab some more for us to make tortilla pizzas.

OK… SITTING DOWN TO WRITE THIS DAMN STORY!!

“Ding” goes the messenger. This time, it’s Greg asking about those free golf cart tires he hit me up to grab from the golf course. A couple hours ago, he was asking for this while I was getting ready to do a Zoom meeting with folks I’m about to be doing a radio show with. Since they were closer to the golf course, I had asked Larry and Carol to grab those, just before the missing teen incident occurred.

OK, cops, Larry and Carol are on the hunt for the teen. Greg’s tires are secured.

Let’s see… what was I going to write about? I know it was something about struggling. I was probably going to mention how I’ve been waiting for that final paycheck from the newspaper since before Christmas.

I was definitely gonna bring up how my daughter just stood up to grown men at the local Subway restaurant, where she quit her job after realizing they never filled out any tax papers on her, after paying her cash for all the months she’s worked there. I might have even brought up the health concerns of the locked up and abandoned men’s room in there, which I bet will add some unpleasant aroma to the sandwich shop. Yeah… don’t eat there, Dayton. New owners are NASTY.

Surely, I would have written about the feelings of panic arising from my currently zero income, and how we pulled from the mortgage to pay the gas bill. That’s on my brain pretty hard.

I’m just not feeling it anymore. That creative spark will soon be used to light up a bowl of some free bud from a friendly neighbor. I’ll toss on the headphones, probably listen to some angry Gen X music, then go wash some dishes so we can get to the sink again. It fills up in a small house with 6 Wooleys.

Happy Monday! LOL

Did you just realize you haven’t seen me on Facebook for a while, then you clicked this link to see WTF? You may have been blocked. 

Do you remember in Ghostbusters, when that twitchy red bearded dude made Egon and his boys shut down the containment grid, unleashing all the ghosts into New York City? That’s sort of what’s about to go down for me on Facebook. 

Battling the cult who was going after the school board, me running for office, and my involvement in other activities within my community have led me to some heated debates online. Sometimes they would get so bad, I’d resort to blocking a d-bag or two. The Calvary Chapel folks occupy the majority of people I’ve banished from my Facebook feed. 

That one guy from 775 OffRoad who confronted me during a reno community cleanup, who I only remember as self-titled “The Asshole,” I bet is on my block list. He was pissed about a discussion we apparently had on Facebook about LCSO cracking down on a homeless encampment. Considering I’ve lived in his head for so many months, even though I can’t even recall the conversation, I bet he’s on the list. 

I don’t mind arguing with people. In fact, I kinda get into it too much, and have to make myself step away from some debates. I can be too quick to react at times, which I consider a weakness usually. However, I allow myself to be proven wrong, and give props to the person who does it. That, I feel is a strength. 

I won’t block you because I lost an argument. I also won’t do it because I fear you. The majority of the blocks are done as a big F-U to people who I felt earned it. 

During my run for Commissioner, I took down the block walls to fully expose myself to the entire voting public as a gesture of transparency. Expected hate came my way pretty hard, and I put a bunch of people back on the list after I lost the election. One guy who was a personal friend when I started the run – who at one point even offered to be my campaign manager – earned a spot on the block after he went psycho, then set out to publicly destroy me before the election was even over. 

Guilt by association made me block a few. This, I’m not proud of. Others just got the boot for being relentlessly hateful or stupid.  

Often, I don’t think twice about booting someone from my social media world. But sometimes I do have some regrets for my hair trigger. This is likely a terrible idea, but…

I’m about to flip the switch. Some of you may immediately block me. Others will take a moment to do some quality stalking. I’m sure most of you won’t really give two squirts of piss about it. 

There has to be a couple of you who would love to tell me where to shove it. For you special people, I offer you the opportunity to do it here! If you shoot me an email with your 2¢, I’ll add it to the end of this story. Whether or not you want to be credited for the words, I’ll leave up to you. Be sure to let me know! 

I’m certain you won’t be the only one who has something to say to or about me. I hope to collect enough rants that you can share to and read as a community. 

SPEAK YOUR MIND!! Don’t hold back. I’d be lying if I said you couldn’t hurt my feelings, and maybe I deserve it. I’m giving you this opportunity to share your voice, and you can even do it anonymously if you don’t want me to share your name. On the other hand, you might want to be seen as the person telling me off. Your choice! Again, just let me know in the email. 

I guess we’ll see how this does! Against my better judgement, I am now releasing you all from the bonds of my Facebook block list. Holla at me if you want to be heard.

We silly humans often spend way too much time and money on our egos. We strut around with our ugly designer clothes, drive overpriced vehicles, and some even go so far as to support puppy mills to breed the latest trend of dog.

Right now, it seems those weird Frenchies are the fad. People are spending $1,500 to $8,000 for these funny looking dogs featured all over TikTok for their weird screaming voices.

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Designer Dogs Over the Years:

• 2022–2024: The French bulldog has been the most popular breed.
• 1940s–1950s: The cocker spaniel was the most popular breed.
• 1950s–1959: The beagle was the most popular breed.
• 1960s–1980s: The poodle was the most popular breed.
• 1980s–1990s: The cocker spaniel and Labrador retriever were both popular.
• 1990s–2020s: The Labrador retriever was the most popular breed.

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Approximately 359,000 dogs were killed in 2023 after sitting on a concrete floor, looking through chain-link, waiting for their people that never came. These pure souls, who want nothing more than to be a part of someone’s life, died alone on a cold metal table.

As I’m banging this post out on my keyboard, my little mutt dog is happily snoozing on the couch, catching some warm sun rays through the living room window. I couldn’t tell you what breed he is. Nearly twelve years ago, somewhere in Dayton, Nevada, two mixed breed dogs had an unauthorized conjugal visit and created this awesome little yellow dog. I think they did a great job! Ti has no health issues and he is a very smart, lovable little dude, who is a very important member of our family. I have no idea if my neighbors are impressed by him, because I haven’t cared enough to ask them.

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Dogs Design the Best Dogs

A few months ago, I had to say goodby to Ti’s older adopted brother. Dexter was another all-sorts dog. Everyone who met him fell in love with him. He had jaws strong enough to crush your bones, and a heart big enough to love everyone. He was with us for over 14 years, and that still wasn’t enough time in my opinion. Someone dumped him at the river as a puppy, which still pisses me off to this day, even though it led to Dexter living a long happy life in the Wooley clan.

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Adopt a Mutt!

At the time I am writing this, I see there are 33 dogs in the Silver Springs shelter. That’s 33 too many. One of them is a lovable escape artist who once lived on my street, who has now been there over a year. With the right human – one who pays attention, and likes to go on hikes & adventures, Apollo would be an awesome companion. He and his cellmates need some heroes to save them.