Monday, July 17, 2017

Did I get a stiffy?

When I'm in the realm of auditioning new lady eye candy for the promotion of my company or that of the club I rely on Mother Nature. Most times the condition can be enhanced through coaching , and some just through simple skills. 
Being from southern parts of this nation, I remember the times going coon hunting. You realize after a time, that there are those hunting dogs, that can be an aid or a pain. There are hunting dogs that just have the breeding and aptitude that are there naturally, then there are those that need to be taught. Most of the time I'd rather have the dogs that get the idea automatically and does it rather than teach all the time. In the world of photographic enhancement done by models or actress's there are those that get it naturally and the ones that need teaching. Of those there are the ones that do their research of us as an organization and me through the company. Those that can come into the office, knows how to tease and flirt, and gets me a wet spot, naturally are the ones I'd rather hire than the ones that need teaching. 
Several years ago, on a talent search for Hazzard County Choppers. I spent money and time going to Talent Management Group in Murray Utah. Of the many hopefuls, only two wore nylons and adoringly sweet skirts, that you could just smell, and taste the sweat from their toes and feet that you just knew would transfer to video, and give any male a stiffy. Then there were the ones who did not do as requested by me prior to the open call audition, that I ignored them and attempted to gain more time to talk details to the ones who listened. Then of course there were three others. Cynthia Newell from Nampa Idaho, Robin Whittaker from Minidoka Idaho, and of course, sweet Nurse GoodBody. When I requested they show up in nylons and be ready to have their toes kissed etc, they did, and got hired and got paid well. Others not so much.
Crimson is one who has sat on the fence. Although she has worn hose a few times has yet to thrust her feet and thus toes for a sample , hopefully Seester will do the real thing here shortly and show up in nylons and show off her toes in hose ready to be worshiped . The courtship is pretty much over, and the circling is done, its time to get to work, at least in my opinion. The talent that can follow directions and do it naturally without hesitation is the talent you want. After all if that talent in the office can't give you a wet spot or stiffy in person, then how is she going to give a person on the other side of a tiny screen, or through a magazine a stiffy? I as a producer, should not have to beg or plead here. Either they are ready to perform, a scene as a rehearsed thing or their not. If a talent at least for what we're looking for can't have their toes in nylons kissed at the drop of a hat, what else are they not going to do at a shoot? When they can't or wont do something that a producer/director requests in his mind he has a vision of what the shot or video block is to look like. What a producer/ Director does not want to hear is I don't want to do that, that's when it becomes problematic, and soon that's the talent you don't and won't hire in the future. No matter how bad she thinks her feet smell, the producer knows that already. In this business within reason, never says no. You just do it.
If I don't get a stiffy in the office on a first meet  or two, then how can the viewer get one and give attention to the message of the ad, which is why you hire a female model for.
Much to do, going to go get some sleep.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Motorcycle Club plans on bringing a AM/FM Radio Station and TV station to Wendell Idaho

The Knytes(Knights) of Dixie a law abiding motorcycle and classic truck club is planning on bringing a radio station and television station to Wendell Idaho. Three locations are being reviewed as possible sites for the enterprise, that when completed with employ 40 people both on air, technical, and creative career jobs. 
The Knytes-of-Dixie MC was born in nearby Hagerman Idaho in 1982 and has charters nationwide as well as the UK, Australia and Canada. With a total membership of 300,000 members. The organization has pledged to invest, $70, million dollars into the project, and will start interviewing new hires at its temporary club house located at 247 3rd West, which houses the organizations online radio station that can be heard at . 

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Funny how these things happen but it proves my point

Its funny in a way, tragic in another. For near 3 years now searching for visual female talent for the Knytes from all over Utah and western Wyoming hardly if anyone would even interview let alone show up at a shoot. Yet I put up an unpaid ad on fb and shazzam one shows that is super hot and ya'll couldn't tell she just had a young'n. Yet beyond the physical beauty, her attitude and all , hey the Rode House will soon see a beavy of beauties as they compete for the coveted parts of Cooter's Angels for the Iron Knytes Association Calendar as well as our TV ads and all. When I mentioned there would be a bit of toew smooching for our We LuV Toews bit, Myl did not flinch.
 This is a very simple straight post, for an ad, but sadly mis understood. This 
 with some editing turns into this:
 and has in its own right became a trade mark. Yet many including my Shelly 
 gets to thinking that its a prelim to some sort of sexual thing, or at least some sort of fetish.
So with that the interview complete and it feeling gooood, I think, we have our talent. In reflection, if I can find talent in small Wendell Idaho, but couldn't in both metro Utah as well as Etown Wyoming, is a serious slap in the face at both metro Utah as well as Evanston Wyoming. 
Speaking of Shelly, whilest Myl, and I were seated comfortably on the mini couch looking at her photos , Shelly calls, about more of her family problems. More on the line of our big fuss in late March, on her family holding back her money. I told her so, I know how people behave. In this case its greed. As long as my Shelly is there to ride herd the money flows. The minute she's gone, Mother and brother swindles Shelly's money then makes up excuses as to where it went.
All I can say is she needs to fix that before she moves out here, as its going to take both Shelly and my money to make the gig here now float. 
Its hot as Hades here today, so just waiting for the heat to die down a bit before I go out and finish unloading my truck. Then its off to Franks for my brew and Lynchburg Lemonade.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Just about done with the fun of moving

Just about done with the fun of moving. Slid in last night at just a tad under 01:15 after waiting until 17:00 for Vern to get done building fence for his daughter over in Bliss. 
Truck ran okay getting up here except lost my lighted sun visor after getting in the air wash of a car hauler just outside of Raft River, Idaho. So started backing in this back parking lot that has deep gravel got stuck, and the battery quit. With all that threw on the battery charger, came in snagged a bath, scarfed down some turn overs, Thank you to Jamie for that. Gulped down the last bit of milk and my butt and the rest of me was in bed.
Had every intention of going to a 4th of July thing being thrown by the Knytes and the Son's but was stuck just trying to get up here. Of course Shelly took going to A party as stepping out. Don't know why, what's stepping out got to do with a bunch of my Rode Bro's and WolfPack sitting in shop drinking brew? The only women were Jamie, Val, and Laudry fixing food, plus all of those are hitched.
The only reason I never snagged my phone is the battery on the phone had 2 bars on it and the way LiL Wolf was running figured I'd need my phone in case it puked and two, when I'm driving, I don't answer my phone for no one. Except Heavenly Father and/or Jesus himself. Outside of that if your calling me and I don't answer the phone, I'm driving or on the throne. Ya'll just got to wait until I get to a spot in the road that I can respond to you.
Now just waiting for the heat to die down to render repairs on LiL Wolf.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Excuse me, I'm not of the LGBT Community, not gay, but I am a genuine Confederate American Male, I like hot women

Excuse me, but  I am not of the queer, LGBT or other homo, community. What I am is a high octane two
legged canine, Confederate American Male that really loves women, of all hot styles and passions. If anyone wants to get my attention that is totally undivided, put a hot looking sugar babe in front of me in a mini skirt in nylons and decent heels or boots and I'll discuss anything and do just about anything ya'll want me too. I was born with a set of balls that dropped out from under my pelvic region at a very early age, problem was I had no idea what to do with it. My first crush was a gal who just so happens to be Senator Orin Hatch's R-Utah, niece Jolene Hatch. Met her at age 4 at Candy Campus pre-school in Layton Utah. Followed by Vicki Sickerea who lived across the street from us on Spurlock, Drive there in Layton, who just had to smother me in lipstick masked kissing. By age 6 I got the Peggy attachment that escalated to 8th Grade. Interscoped by Leanne Egbert aka Miss Egbert of Central Davis Junior High who wore super mini skirts, streamlined nylon hose and at minimum 6 inch heels. But I have always loved women , this has nothing to do with the fact that I'm someone that should be feared since I restrain myself, but I love the smell, taste, and all that being around women of some cosmetic and photographic quality looks affords. 
To give you a somewhat definition think of my carnal hunger, of feminitiles, as that of going to a LDS Church dinner. Food is okay, but 80% of the time the food has little spice and pizzaz. On the flip side, I like a bit of kyane pepper in the chili, get my drift here. The old song of the band Confederate Railroad, that says he likes his women a bit on the trashy side. So do I. Which is one of the many reasons, I really got into one of the young lady missionaries that visited our LDS Ward here, not only did her hair have some style, but she wore albeit by church standards but she wore perfume, and makeup. In short spicy. 
On things Church. My Bishop here, on the agreement of helping me pay for the Power Bill here in Etown. Guess what? The agreement was that I would do some service for somebody in or for the Ward. So been scratching my cranium for what task I might perform for our Ward. Thing is I have no idea, since I have no idea what the Ward or someone would want me to do for them. Give me some perimeters. Most of the Ward would not want me in or around their homes, so that's out. See I'm seen as a carnivor of the Ward. So then comes must be that my task must be that of the meeting house. Something needs fixed I'll do it. The bottom line the pledge from the Ward was enough to keep my candles lit until I got out of here, by the time they pull the plug I'll be in Hazzard Idaho, and next month or so pay off RMPower if for any time for what unknown reason I'd ever want to return there. Which I have no plans on, no how no way. See I'm doing something right now that very few people ever get to do, go home, and relive much of my teen and mid 20 year something life. As such it'll be a cold day in Heaven and hell, if I ever move again. In a few years my plans are on buying the tiny house I'll be living and YES , REAL LIVING, in. Not just residing in watching the world and my dreams evaporate like coffee on a metal fender. 
Any mile gotta go, long haul today.

Earache bite and every business Should operate like us in towing

So on the way back to hell which is Evanston Wyoming, I'm hauling good down old 30 just outside of Snowville Utah. When this bug about the size of a hornet on steroids decides he wants to commit suicide on my left ear, yep flew right into my ear at 70 mph and took off a small piece of my left ear.
So I limped back into Etown with a rag attatched to the side of my head, and got home here, just as Jenna was leaving the clinic. Got her to patch it up as best as she could, gave me some antihistemeins(however its spelled) which knocked me out, until just a few ago. 
Really didn't want to go up there yesterday, waiting on Shelly and her delivering, but figured I'd have my own money in by 00:30 this Friday morning took the chance and went. Took a look and its still not updated so need to cruise into the infernal bank here have a serious discussion, and find out what's up, which means two runs Saturday, one solo, and one back up with Vern Cole, Saturday morning. Then if Sweet Shelly keeps her word, go up early Sunday, there isn't that much left. Radio gear, dishes, one couch, one bed, and some small furniture. If all goes to the plan, Monday morning I'm up with the chickens, go over to Simerly's pay an old power bill from 2013 to Idaho, Power, by mid morning Monday then Cable comes, and by Monday eve, should be back here on time to roll over the 4th which for any Confederate we are far from true independence. In fact 80% of all American's are dependent on some Yankee Government agency, or some Yankee state agency for our bread and butter. I propose that there ought to be some sort, of declaration of Independence be signed between Yankee America and Confederate America. Leaving OUR heritage and liberty alone. 
In towing, there is the thing that we are a needed evil of all who drive, any kind of vehicle. Now granted few people want to think of who or what tow company to call that day, nor the issues and concerns of us in this industry. However that when there's a need any time day or night , no matter the weather we are to be called on and 90% of us respond at a moments notice. Now then shouldn't there be that REAL human on the other end of a damn phone line? Be it a bank, Government agency outside of Police and fire, and even Power Cable or other utilities. Sure there are the Emergency lines to Power companies, Natural gas companies and so on, but if there's 24 hour banking If however there's no HUMAN on the other end of that help line, they should not label themselves as truly 24 hours or available 24 hours. The old adage of Bankers Hours applies here. I have always mistrusted anything Yankee controlled including Yankee owned financial institutions, including Yankee Banks. The only and I mean ONLY reason I have a bank account is so that the damn Yankee Government can deposit my Government payments such as SSI, and of course my military pension. If it was not for that I'd never have a bank account. Oh sure there are those nice sweet bank cards, and those that are set up as collateral bank cards that means you can take out only that what is put in. But independent of any bank. Since that is what it is I need to spend a full damn day on the frigging phone and go down to this idiotic bank of Etown Wyoming, and have a rather heated conversation. My am I going to enjoy living back in rural Idaho, put all my money into a trusted bank there that is staffed and owned by the people that live there.
Just hope that I can get what's coming from Shelly Friday.