I feel the need to appologize to all my peeps out there.  I am currently on the road and am not able to read your sites, while I can take the time to post on my own site I just don't have the time to read everyone else's.

It is horriable and I wish I could remedy the situation but alas I can not.  Unless someone is willing to donate a laptop and a wireless connection. . .

Anyway, I had a great time in praise and worship this morning.  Jesus just reminded me that he loves me and has my back.  It was good.

Talk at you later.

BlackWolf

Yes the only reason I don't speak french is because its stupid.  I saw Liz but I was in a hurry and wasn't exactly sure it was her, and we didn't talk about anybody, yet.

I am in richmond this weekend and the AC in the bus didn't work, of cource that was because I didn't turn it on right, so now after acting the fool I know the correct way to turn it on and all is fine.

It was a good drive, and the hotel shower was awsome.  I volenteered to give my room to anouther and slept on the bus in the cold.  It was great.  I love being on the road again and in a few hours I get to beat up little kids who think they are all that.

So for now, goodbye, and I am still alive.

BlackWolf

I love T1 lines.  Gosh to push a button and have a webpage just pop up, it almost like magic.

So my first offical job, which wasn't offical because I don't officaly start work till monday, was to drive the PD's(for those of you not associated with TM that means Project Director, they facilatae the international Team Leaders during the missions.)

Well actually I lie, my first job was to fill out a boatload of paper work.  Then to drive the PD's to "M. A. Simmons & Co.  Outfitters Club".  Not a bad drive, I just followed Jason Womac(a former "mec-in-neck" with TM who is now a bus driver).  He didn't know where the place was so we ended having to turn around and find it again.  But it wasn't to bad.

So after we park the buses and head over to the restaurant we get inside and there are like no seats at the back.  So we have to make our way through the crowd to the front.  Seats of honor for the drivers, preaty good treatment if you ask me.  I meet about thirty people I already know on the way, Gabe, Hackas, Scott, David, David, Marina, Kara, anyways you get the idea.  I am just about to sit down and I hear this thundering voice yell out "CASEY FOX"  I swing my head and see Dave Hasz.

I'm like "Whats up Dave?"

He says "Isn't that the same outfit I saw you in last time?"  Last time being about two years ago.

I says "Sure is, havn't had a good reason to change it yet."

He busts out laughing as I take my seat.

We had hicksville fillit magnon.  Now you have to say it like I do.  And I don't just say it like this because I hate the generalities of the french culture, its because I don't speak french just on the grounds that I don't like it.  I mean why in the world would you even bother to speak something that just randomly throws in letters you arn't supposed to pronounce.  Dumb if you ask me.  Anyway say it like this fil---it   mag---non.  There ya go, don't you feel better now.

Anyway the hicksville part of the filitmagon, it was hamburger wraped in bacon, just so you know it was a high class joint, it wasn't just hamburger, it was cource ground, lean hamburger.  And the bacon was the thick kind not the thin stuff.  We also had baked potato with real shreaded cheedar on top, and a cup of beans and sausage.  Also a salad and a pumpkin roll.  The pumpkin roll was a little sweet for me but it was still good.

I got to hang, ever so breifly with Yogi.  That was a trip.  Tommarow I hang with Gabe.  Today if all goes well I will hang with G.

So all is good, and I am still alive.

BlackWolf

Well I am finaly here.  Here being in TX, they are going to pay me millions and keep me as long as I want to stay.

Ok they are really paying me for a full time job, at part time pay, but because its TM I understand.  The weather in TX sucks, its too darn hot.  It is currently raining so that makes it just barley standable.

On Tuesday MY bus pulls out to Richmond, VA.  I will be driving the open road again, and I have been ashurred that the bus has adequate AC.  Thats all that really matters.

I will be diving with a newbe, as far as busses are considered.  He has driven big type moving vans and such so he will know the basics.

So far life is good, and geting better.

BlackWolf

Guess what, I wasted money.  Yup sure nuf did.

I went and bought the Lord Of The Rings Trilogy Monopoly Collector Game.  $25.00 bucks to hasbro.  I also played it, very nice, there are six "tokens" they are about 2" high pewter figures of Frodo, (should have been sam), Aragon, Gandof, Gimmly, Legolas, and the elf queen lady.

The main properties(the ones you can build houses(strongholds) and hotels(fortruses) on) are places in Middle Earth, they basicaly follow Frodo and Sams paths.  They start in the Shire, and end at Mt. Doom.  The railroads are Aragons horse, and his pack mule, Gandofs Horse, and Aragons new wifes horse.  The utilitys are Gandaof's and Surans staffs.

It also comes with the ring.  It is used for an alternate way to play.  Basically you put it on the main properies starting with Bag End and it moves around the board to Mt. Doom, when it gets there the game is ended.  Want to know why it moves?  Sure you do, it moves because on one of the die had the eye of Surath in place of the one dot.  And each time you roll that you move the ring one space.

But more importanly I, yes me Casey Glen Russell BlackWolf Fox, purchaced a hat.  Now if you know me I don't ware hats, on occation I wrap a handkerchief around my forehead to keep the sweat out.  But my whole life I have never enjoyed hats, they just drive me buggy.  I am a cowboy, I grew up on a ranch, I can ride horse, fix fence, birth calfs, brand, and eat steak with the best of them.  I may be a fat cowboy, but nonetheless(is that one word, if not it should be), a cowboy.  As a little kid my parents bought me a number of cowboy hats and I just didn't ware them.  I don't know why I just don't like them, they don't fit right on my big head, they are uncomfortable, hot and a pain in the . . .head I guess.

So now you are asking, "Why the heck did you buy the hat then?  You goofball."  Well its because I grabed it and as a joke put it on my head.  Then I heard an audiable voice from heaven telling me it was my hat.  OK it wasn't an audible voice, but when I put the hat on it just felt right.  It felt comfortable, not to hot and fit perfect.  I wore it throughout the store while we shoped and when I got to the check out stand I had even forgot that I had it on.  Of course my friend pointed it out and I paid for it.  $1.97 plus tax.  Yea now you are thinking, "how could a hat be so perfect if it only cost $1.97?  That just seems imposable."

Yea anyway it does, it was 75% off, so even at full value it was only like 8ish bucks.

So here is the pic of my new hat.

No new news from TM.  I am still waiting to hear from them.  I would really like the job, but I have others I can move to.  As I said I was told it was mine but that means nothing till the paperwork is signed.

I took that pic tonight and I can see I need to shave, so no commenting on the scragle (is that a word) around my gotee.  (like I would care if you talked about my scragle)

BlackWolf

Hey all I stole this from SconeGrl.  And modified it so you all wouldn't get the impression that I had had a sex change.  I thought I would put it up because it seems to reflect my life as well.  Of course I being a gentleman asked permission to modify and steal.  Here is a copy of that conversation.

I wrote;

I want to steal your post and change guy for girl and girl for guy so I can post it on my site, I'll give you full credit for it of course. For one it seems to mirror my life and for two I am feeling to unoriginal and lazy to come up with something of my own. With your permission, BlackWolf

And she wrote;

go right ahead.

She ain't much for words or capitalizing her sentences, but I won't hold that against her.  So here it is, modified of course, just click on it to link to the original version;

Well it seems I am going to go to TM.  Yes for those of you who don't already know that is in east TX.  And east TX sucks, but I am not a man to shy away from what I don't like.  The job itself is of course will be fun, and I know that I will enjoy it.  I did before and I will again.  I have always been a loner of sorts, always being able to get along with the crowd, even participate and enjoy myself, but I still love to be by my self.

I don't know for some reason it is comforting to me to be able to live life without having to be around others, and to not depend on others.  I have often thought about this when in a mood to look at a future mate.  I want someone who is the same, someone who when we are together I can have inteligent conversation with, someone with whom I can enjoy an occational argument, but mostly someone who while they love me with all the heart that is left over after them loving God, can still get along without me.

I don't know why I wrote that, but its there, I don't want a woman who is always having to ask me what I think, what would I do, who questions my every motive every time I am around anouther woman.  I want a woman who will stand on her own two feet and will only ask me my opinion to make sure that we are on the same track, but if I ain't there is willing to just go at it herself.

Anyway all I am waiting on is the final approval from TM and then to give them my final approval, and then I must find a place in TX to live.  So of any of you in that area know of someone lookin for a room mate who will be gone most of the time, give me a call, or email as it would be.  Or if you know of a good place to rent that is cheap, say around 300 tops for everything, let me know.

BlackWolf

Hey folks sorry to interrupt "THE WEEK OF THE TOILET" but I have an important life description that I would like help with.  It is just basically a job change and not that important but for some reason I am struggling with it.  I will list some pro's/con's below here about each and you guys comment and let me know what you think.  I really could use some insight here.(hey at least its not another dream about death).

JOB 1

The biggest pro on this job is I get to stay in Colorado.  Even if it is at only 4,000 ft elevation, its really as low as I like to go.  This job would leave me very independent, they tell me when and where to be and how I get there is up to me.  I would be driving a simi-truck that is no older then 2 years.  A freightliner, basic 18speed tranny, 550hp cat engine, 53ft refer trailer, that hauls mostly dry cargo.  Has a very nice cab w/ refridge my own bed, good A/C, heat, a boomin system, lots of good stuff.  I would be traveling the country and enjoying myself.  Be home around once a week and making around 38,000 G a year.

JOB 2

Well this one is in TX, not the good ole dry west TX, where they know what snow is, not even mid TX where the President has a ranch.  Nope this is east TX.  Not anymore worthless land on God's good green Earth then hot humid stinkin sticky so close to Louisiana you can smell The Big Easy.(God will probably send me to the tropics of the Brazilian rain forest for that one, or Florida or somewhere equally hot humid and disgusting)  Anyway back to the description, ummm, oh did I mention three foot high deer, you could wrestle them almost as easily as you could shoot them.  Of course I can’t run that fast, so I would still shoot them.  Then there are the S. American strain of fire ants that came over on cargo ship into the docks of AL, them little suckers are a pain in the where ever they bite you they are.  I will be driving a tour bus, which is just a mid nineties retrofit greyhound bus, no not the new white ones you see, the old silver kind.  It is questionable that their will be good A/C.  While I trust the buses will run fine, I really like A/C.  On the positive side I will be runnin around the country, and not be stuck in TX for too long a time.  I probably won’t be able to get home all too often and TX is like only 400 ft above sea level.  And the pay will be probably less then half of the 38G.  Housing and food are mostly covered.  So that adds to the pay.

Well what do you think.  I would like this to be a much commented on post, so even if you say “shut-up and quit complaining” comment.

BlackWolf

The week of the toilet. 

As has been commented to me by many I have a fascination with the pot.  Well I have to say that I do thoughly enjoy the most natural of bodily functions.  It starts in the womb and doesn’t end till hours after your death.  No matter man, woman, or child.  All races creeds and colors.  Rich, poor, humble and proud alike.  Personally I like to take 30 minutes or so in the morning and enjoy the time alone with just me and whatever reading material happens to be handy. 

Nearly all of my most emotional moments happened either during the act of using or in the presence of the pot.  So this week will be filled with seven of the most memorable stories of me and the pot.  Quite a way to celebrate life, with the most basic of the human condition.

So first a caution, while all of this deals with situations that are quite natural, some may not be . . . well . . . what you would talk to your grandmother about.  I would, but I have not always been called sane.  And my grandmother is dead.  If you aren’t sure about reading but want to, the only one I would suggest skipping wound be tommorows edition.  A few of these are, well like most bathroom stories, personal, and a few are humiliating.  But what else is the World Wide Web for.

The first memory I have of myself if me running around the house in nothing but my cute little Spiderman underwear.  I was having fun playing with my matchbox cars or the like.  But alas I kept being interrupted by the frequent and sudden urge to poo.  After running back and forth through the kitchen to the bathroom quite a few times that morning my Mom, who was baking bread at the time,  asked me what was wrong.  She probably thought I was stealing the cat food and eating it.  But this time I was not and I told her I had to keep going pooo, and it was runny.  With that my mother gave me my first taste of Pepto-Bismol. 

Man I still love to grab a bottle and take a big swig, that stuff tastes great.

BlackWolf

PS  I now have 51 different rotating profile pics, and plan on adding more.  Some of them are from  http://http://www.protestwarrior.com/  and are meant to be taken as the right(conservative) using the words of the left(liberal, social, progressive, what ever they want to call themselves at the moment) to make fun of the left, to mock them with common sense.  A quick description of the difference between them can be summarized in a few words;

left = hand out---throwing money at a problem hoping it will go away

right = hand up---throwing money at a problem and making it prove it works or the money gets taken away

I am alive.  Hee hee hee hee.  Didn't even have to dodge any lightning bolts.

In dedication to being alive I commit to having the WEEK OF THE TOILET which will include seven of my most memorable toilet stories.  And hopefully that will help explain my facination with the pot.