Up until a year and a half ago I used to get a hair cut once a month before I went and played army for the weekend. With that many haircuts my hair never got that long. Well a year and half ago I retired and I stopped getting my hair cut once a month. I just went 9 months with out a hair cut, I don't own a comb and it was looking bad. It was the longest my hair had been in 22 years. I went and asked for a trim, good thing I didn't ask for a hair cut because it got trimmed so short I think if I would have asked for a hair cut my whole head would have been cut off. No this doesn't upset me....
It was nice before I got my hair cut because I would have a bad hair day.
My hair would go every were, couldn't keep it laying down or straight. Just turning my head my hair would be all messed up.
Ever have a bad hair day?
Here is something to think about. First there is a 10 year old boy who had cancer, he almost died at christmas time, it wasn't looking good. But he pulled threw and shortly into June I saw him and he had just gotten a hair cut. His hair had gotten so long that he needed a hair cut. His mom cried during the hair cut. That is something to think about. I have a friend on blog steam
the day in the life of....she goes by the name just me. She has had cancer and lost her hair it has come back and one of her post she talks about getting a hair cut. With that in mind here something I like , its about a hair cut.

When you get a hair cut be sure to go back home
when you get a hair cut, get a barber you have known
since you were a little bitty boy sittin' in a booster chair
or you might look like Larry, Moe or Curly if a stranger cuts your hair

Well, Butte Montana just a passin through, one thing I just had to do
had to get a hair cut and I was worried about my hair
I had a feeling of impending doom the minute I stepped into the room
and laid my eyes upon that baber chair

It was a macho baber shop. Hair dryers were mounted on rifle rack
Wasnat no mirrors. The barber chair was a Peterbilt...Barber walked in
he was huge, seven feet tall, three hundred pounds of spring steel and
rawhide, Wearin a hardhat, chewin' a cigar, and a t-shirt on--said I
hate musicians. Threw me in a chair, sneered and said, What it be
pal? Now a lot of people would have been intimidated in a situation like this...
I was not. I am what I am, play my piano, and sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye and said I'm a logger---just up from Coos Bay Oregon.
Been toppin trees-quite possibly the toughest man in the entire world. He said alright and he gave me a hair cut and I walked out of there friends, my hair was gone! Made Kojak look like Bill Golden. Yeah, and had a tremendous craving to operate heavy equipment. Now you think that Butte,
Montana haircut's the worst any man could ever get...Wrong!

Well a few months later I was in LA trucking along on a smoggy day
I needed a hair cut so bad I looked like Bozo the Clown. I was looking shaggy
not to good, I had put it off as long as I could and Lord, I hate to get a hair cut out of town.

Well I walked in and realized immediately that this guy was into punk rock. The walls were done in black leather. Had chains and whips and handcuffs haggin on them. Barber walked in, he had orange hair. Black miscara. Stainless steelteeth. Black leather jacket with zinc studs. He threw me in the chair, hit me a couple of times--whap whap chained me down, threw a Nazi flag over me. Said I am going to tell you something that might make you a little nervous. I laughed ha ha I said what could possible make me nervous?
He said I'm gay. Noo Problem. I'm not threatened in any way. I mean, I am secure in my manhood, everything is cool I am what I am, play my little piano, sing my litttle songs. I looked him right in the eye. I am a logger, played football in high school. I was in the Marine Corps. He said alright and gave me a hair cut. I walked out of there, friends my hair was purple. Had a white streak down on side...other side looked like Mr. T. Had a couple of safety pins in my cheeks. Felt a teeeeny bit conspicuous. Luckily my next job was in San Fransico. Shoot I got there and didn't stand out at all. Wasn't even close! Those peole thought I was an insurance salesman!

Well a few months later I was down south, grits and gravy and hush your mouth, hair so long I'm statrin' to look like a man in drag. It was then that the sheriff walked up and said, Boy you got to much hair on your head...you better go get yourself a haircut or a dog tag. Well when I stepped into the shop, I realized immediately that I was dealing with a born-again barber. Don't see to many baber shops with a steeple, had a organ in the corner, a choir. An usher led me to the barber chair. Barber walked in, started saying grace, Oh Lord for these haircuts we are about to recieve, may we be truly thankful.
Dominus possum pax probiscus, post mortem, et tu brute, puella carborundun. He was sorta half Baptist, half Catholic....kind of a Cathtist. He started cutting my hair and preachin' at the same time. I mean he's a wild man, scissors and razors a flyin' around my head, he's talkin' about the liquor and wild women and music and sex and the evils of dancing and the music business in general. Then he looks down at me and he said what do you do for a living? Now I'm not ashamed of what I do for a livin' Workin' bars and casinos, around liquor and wild women, I just play my piano, sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye and said I run this church for loggers...

When you get a haircut, be sure to go back home
when you get a haircut, get a barbar you have known
Since you were a little bitty boy sittin' in a booster chair.

HAIRCUT SONG BY RAY STEVENS

So if you are able go out and have a bad hair, and be glad that you have a bad hair day.... Thank you

Words that we often don't like to live by. I had a chance to meet someone who I haven't met in person.
I am beating myself up over what happened or didn't happened. If I would have done this or Maybe it would have been like this or when this happens.... things in the past that can't be changed because it has already happened. The out come is there. Or some like to use the phrase it wasn't meant to be.
You can not live by if or maybe's, we always move on.
All I needed was 45 minutes and we could have meet, seen each other and at least said hi. A 45 minute drive is all that kept us apart.....45 minutes on a trip that had no times to be at the next stop, 45 minutes out of my life that has already lasted 42 years. What's 45 minutes? Know I am back here and she is out there.......will we ever meet?

I got a dream that won't go away
when I close my eyes your there night and day
baby whatever it takes, I've gotta find ya

Are you someone I know or that I'll meet by chance
are you somewhere close or in a far away land
Across the ocean or burnin sand, I've gotta find you

I've gotta find you, don't care how long it takes
I know when I do it'll be worth the wait
With God as my witness and love as my guiding star
Maybe in Miami on some sandy beach
New York City making waves on wall street
No matter where you are, I've gotta find you
I've gotta find you

You could be a checker at the grocery store
for all I know you're the girl next door
One thing I know for sure, I've gotta find you

You might be a waitress workin, your way through school
or the anchor person on the six o' clock news
only my heart knows who, I've gotta find you

I've got to find you, don't care how long it takes
I know when I do it'll be worth the wait
With God as my witness and love as my guiding star
Maybe Miami on some sandy beach
New York City making waves on wall street
No matter where you are, I've gotta find you
no matter whre you are, I've gotta find you.

Maybe someday I will call and say meet me at McDonalds.......

Sorry I missed bump day so thought I would give you a few fun facts that bite..

1. I got bit by a spider, I thought it was cool so I was playing with it. sorry no spiderman here. It would be so neat to shoot webs out of the palms of my hands. However where I got bit swelled up and had puss, it looked bad.

2. I got bit by a grass snake, it was a baby it went up the inside of my pant leg while I was mowing the lawn. It only turned red where the two puncher marks were. No scars or anything.

3. I got bit by a bat, no I wasn't trying to put it in my mouth. I have no desire to suck blood and I can be out in the sun. The bat was on the ground I thought it was dead and picked it up and it bit me!

4. Got bit by stray dog, I still pet them. I was taken to the hospital because they thought it might have rabbies. They were waiting to see if I had more symptoms that would prove I had rabbies, if I did I was going to have the shots in the stomic. I was 7 years old. My unckle went out and hunted the dog down and the dog did not have rabbies, no shots for me.

5. I got bit by my girlfriend. We were kissing while setting out side on a swing and the door behind us banged shut she turned her head and caught my lip in her teeth. I had a very fat lower lip, try explaining that to your friends that your girlfriend gave you a fat lip.

So there you go a few fun facts that bite!

One of the places I was hoping to go visit on my vacation was Arlington National Cemetery in Washington D.C. I thought it would be neat to see it plus the thomb of the unknown solider. Of course I would like to see the changing of the guard as well. But the the weather and the floods in that area I didn't make it to Washington D.C. In 1993 Iowa had lots of floods and I remember the mess here and I thought it best just to stay away. By no means did I let this ruin my vacation....
Today is July 4th.....Today lets celebrate our freedom. As a nation we are feared by many, not because we have the best military in the world but because we are free....Most leaders know that if there country had freedoms like we do they wouldn't be the leader. They fear each and everyone of us.
I to get tired of waiting in line and having bags checked when going in areas that have tightened security but I just tell myself, they are trying to keep us safe from some chicken that might want to try to blow people up...
Never forget those who died keeping us free or them the serve our county today and tomorrow it's because of them we are free.
Here is the words to the song Arlington by Trace Adkins.

I never thought that this is where I'd settle down.
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown
They gave me this plot of land
me and some other men, for a job well done

There's a big White House sits on a hill just up the road
the man inside, he cried th day they brought me home
The folded up a flag and told my Mom and Dad:
"We're proud of you son".

And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company
I'm thankful for those things I've done
I can rest in peace
I'm one of the chosen ones
I made it to Arlington

I remember Daddy brought me here when I was eight
We searched all day to find out where my grand-dad lay.
And when we finally found hat cross
He said " Son, this is what it cost to keep us free".

Now here I am, a thousand stones away from him
He recognized me on the first day I came in
and it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels,
and saluted me.

And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company.
I'm thankful for those things I've done
I can rest in peace
I'm one of the chosen ones
I made it to Arlington

And everytime I hear twenty-one guns
I know they brought another hero home to us

And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company
We're thankful for those things we've done.
We can rest in peace
' Cause we ate the chosen ones:
We made it to Arlington.

Yeah, dust to dust
Don't cry for us
We made it to Arlington...

ENJOY YOUR 4th OF JULY. I KNOW I WILL.

I just thought I would tell everyone thank you for all the comments.
I made it well over 100 comments. Thanks to all those that left comments.
I had fun with this and I hope you did as well.

I am back from vacation and it looks like I made 53 comments, not bad.
I will cc everyone and that will add to the total, but its ok if I don't make the 100. I just thought it would be fun to try to do something like this.
Thanks to everyone for there comments.

The busman is leaving in the morning to go vacation....
I should be back around the fourth of July. One of the songs we sang growing up, come on sing along....
100 bottle of beer on the wall, 100 bottle of beer on the wall, take one down pass it around 99 bottles of beer on the wall.....ok thats enough.
We are not allowed to sing that song on our school buses because it might offend someone. I have decided to try something a little new. Same tune as before.
There's 100 comments on a post, 100 comments on a post, take one down, write one, theres 99 comments on a post....
I have never seen 100 comments on a post so lets give it a try. Let's see if we can post 100 comments here. I know I didn't give you much to work with but I think we can make it. You don't need to number them and fill free to comment as often as you like. I will comment back to each one (except my own) when I get back. Have fun with this and I will see if we make it when I get back.
If I don't talk to you before the 4th of July you all have a great weekend and holiday, be safe I would like to see you all back on the bus!