Cajunwolf
Well-known member
First off, when I saw you had a Forum, Bob, I was thrilled, I love forums, run a couple myself. They are such excellent communication as well as an educational tools.
How to begin it's such a long story, and as one gets older, the story gets longer, it's like a catch 22. I'm going to need advice, but getting the right advice, one needs to have given some idea of the situation, an exposition, of how I got here in the first place. Holy smokes that would take a novel, no, a trilogy for lack of a better term at the moment. I'll try to condense as I'm sure y'all have a spot here somewhere where one can share the tales of one's life with other like-minded folks.
First, one might notice "Cajunwolf" as my user name, and I'm in Texas. There is a long story behind that, the short version. I was born in Texas but moved to Louisiana with my family at 16, and lived there for over 30-years, marrying two cajun women during that time, I can cook some good Cajun food from scratch sha! Anyhow, I was part of a group at the time, Defenders of Wildlife, don't know if they are even still active, but we were trying to get the wolves back into Yellowstone. I was young, very excited about the wolves, so they started calling me Cajunwolf, and I've used it since. I haven't told that story since ... well, I don't remember.
I spent the majority of my life abusing my mind, body, and soul, working as an industrial mechanic in the oilfields of the world. It's a brutal job, there are no holidays, it's not raining, or snowing, and it never gets hot or cold, now get your butt back to work. I worked on massive engines and compressors, GE frame seven turbines all over the world. I never left anything in the middle east that I'd go back to get, what a hell hole! You're on call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, it sucks. Women, wives get tired of you never being home and goodbye marriage. I had two sons by my first wife, a Cajun Gal from Abbeville, Louisiana; she was a good woman; my boys are doing well. My second wife, hum, how should I say this, She was an exotic dancer, but a good woman, she didn't want to do it, but like many women, circumstances gave her no choice. Being married to me, she didn't have to do that anymore, and I helped her get an education, so she would never have to again. She was half Cajun and half Vietnamese, what a combo, and I do love Vietnamese food. My ex-mother-in-law, "mama-san," could put some vittles on the table let me tell you!
I got hooked up with a crazy woman in Pearl River, Louisiana, 20-years ago now. We meet over the internet in a chat room back in the days of Windows 98; it was 1999. We never married, and now we have a 16-year old daughter, disabled from birth from Listeria Mengitias, as well as being autistic too. I was 49-years old at the time, all of my children grown, and she ends up pregnant, but wasn't supposed to be able to. Can you imagine my surprise? Her ex-husband had told her to get her tubes tied, so she said. He was in jail for sexually molesting her by this time, a 12-year old daughter since she was four. He was harassing her, trying to scare her and her daughter into dropping the charges. This creep was a sick, manipulative animal. She was ready to give up, and I came charging in on my white horse swinging Excaliber, I'm just that way. She had a son and the daughter from her first husband, a worthless dead beat. He knew this was going on, and he did nothing about it. Can any of you imagine that? He got in my face one time, I never saw him again, good riddance. I could not walk away, in good conscience, and leave her and those two kids under the influence of that monster.
This lady, it turns out, was batshit crazy, I'm not mean or disrespectful, it's the truth. She suffers from Bi-Polar disorder, badly, and just gets worse and worse. They can't fix her. She talks and fights with people who aren't there. Dealing with this has taken a horrible toll on me and Sarah, my daughter. I'm in such a depressed state I'm having trouble getting through the days, but everything depends on me. Sarah's mother, Lee, does nothing, she's helpless. Sarah is in adult diapers, she doesn't talk, per se, but I got her out of the wheelchair, and she can walk along hold on to me. She's pretty smart, too, but can't communicate with anyone except me. Are you starting to get the picture of just how complicated my situation is?
Sarah and I are going Nomad; we were on a friend's sailboat for a while I love to sail, had a sailboat at one time, lived on it for over a year, but no longer practical. Sarah's mother will be going to a state hospital unless I can get her son to take him in, it's doubtful, though, and she'd be better off in the hospital. Thought I'd never believed that, but until you've lived with insanity for near 20-years, you don't get to judge. It's not her fault, but living with her insanity has destroyed Sarah and my life. You can only watch someone do crazy irrational unbelievable things for so long before one starts doubting their insanity.
I'm looking at box trucks, an E350 with the V10 would do, but I'm open. Something between 20 and 24-foot. I have a 2000 Grand Cherokee Jeep, 4x4. That I can tow, I'm a very skilled craftsman; I can build something nice roomy for us to live. I love step vans, but everyone I've looked at has been ridden hard and put up wet, worn out. I've already got my solar gear together. I make side money rigging solar on others RV's I'm good at it. I have resources. I'm retired and get $1500/month minus $130 for my Medicare premium. Sarah receives an SSI check of $1000 a month with Medicaid, and I make an extra $1000 a month at home online, maintaining some inventory software, I wrote for one of my customers. I have a cheap apartment, a dump, but a cheap dump. It's two-bedroom, downstairs for $565/ per month, unheard of, but I've been here for a long time, and the manager is a friend. We live on less than $1500 per month, and I'm packing it away in savings looking for a rig and all that I'll need. Did I mention I'm a man of many talents and darn useful around a campsite?
Bob, I've been watching your videos, gaining knowledge, and looking forward to making new friends. I loved living in a marina. I had so many friends, and they're all nomads too. It's the same thing, except your on the water. It was nice to be able to sail to the Keys and on down to the Carribean when I wanted to. I had to sell that sweet little sailboat, though; I had a boy to help raise. This will be a new adventure, and we can't wait. Suggestions, ideas, thoughts, and friendship welcomed. And yes, I tend to be a bit verbose, but I like to write and tell stories.
How to begin it's such a long story, and as one gets older, the story gets longer, it's like a catch 22. I'm going to need advice, but getting the right advice, one needs to have given some idea of the situation, an exposition, of how I got here in the first place. Holy smokes that would take a novel, no, a trilogy for lack of a better term at the moment. I'll try to condense as I'm sure y'all have a spot here somewhere where one can share the tales of one's life with other like-minded folks.
First, one might notice "Cajunwolf" as my user name, and I'm in Texas. There is a long story behind that, the short version. I was born in Texas but moved to Louisiana with my family at 16, and lived there for over 30-years, marrying two cajun women during that time, I can cook some good Cajun food from scratch sha! Anyhow, I was part of a group at the time, Defenders of Wildlife, don't know if they are even still active, but we were trying to get the wolves back into Yellowstone. I was young, very excited about the wolves, so they started calling me Cajunwolf, and I've used it since. I haven't told that story since ... well, I don't remember.
I spent the majority of my life abusing my mind, body, and soul, working as an industrial mechanic in the oilfields of the world. It's a brutal job, there are no holidays, it's not raining, or snowing, and it never gets hot or cold, now get your butt back to work. I worked on massive engines and compressors, GE frame seven turbines all over the world. I never left anything in the middle east that I'd go back to get, what a hell hole! You're on call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, it sucks. Women, wives get tired of you never being home and goodbye marriage. I had two sons by my first wife, a Cajun Gal from Abbeville, Louisiana; she was a good woman; my boys are doing well. My second wife, hum, how should I say this, She was an exotic dancer, but a good woman, she didn't want to do it, but like many women, circumstances gave her no choice. Being married to me, she didn't have to do that anymore, and I helped her get an education, so she would never have to again. She was half Cajun and half Vietnamese, what a combo, and I do love Vietnamese food. My ex-mother-in-law, "mama-san," could put some vittles on the table let me tell you!
I got hooked up with a crazy woman in Pearl River, Louisiana, 20-years ago now. We meet over the internet in a chat room back in the days of Windows 98; it was 1999. We never married, and now we have a 16-year old daughter, disabled from birth from Listeria Mengitias, as well as being autistic too. I was 49-years old at the time, all of my children grown, and she ends up pregnant, but wasn't supposed to be able to. Can you imagine my surprise? Her ex-husband had told her to get her tubes tied, so she said. He was in jail for sexually molesting her by this time, a 12-year old daughter since she was four. He was harassing her, trying to scare her and her daughter into dropping the charges. This creep was a sick, manipulative animal. She was ready to give up, and I came charging in on my white horse swinging Excaliber, I'm just that way. She had a son and the daughter from her first husband, a worthless dead beat. He knew this was going on, and he did nothing about it. Can any of you imagine that? He got in my face one time, I never saw him again, good riddance. I could not walk away, in good conscience, and leave her and those two kids under the influence of that monster.
This lady, it turns out, was batshit crazy, I'm not mean or disrespectful, it's the truth. She suffers from Bi-Polar disorder, badly, and just gets worse and worse. They can't fix her. She talks and fights with people who aren't there. Dealing with this has taken a horrible toll on me and Sarah, my daughter. I'm in such a depressed state I'm having trouble getting through the days, but everything depends on me. Sarah's mother, Lee, does nothing, she's helpless. Sarah is in adult diapers, she doesn't talk, per se, but I got her out of the wheelchair, and she can walk along hold on to me. She's pretty smart, too, but can't communicate with anyone except me. Are you starting to get the picture of just how complicated my situation is?
Sarah and I are going Nomad; we were on a friend's sailboat for a while I love to sail, had a sailboat at one time, lived on it for over a year, but no longer practical. Sarah's mother will be going to a state hospital unless I can get her son to take him in, it's doubtful, though, and she'd be better off in the hospital. Thought I'd never believed that, but until you've lived with insanity for near 20-years, you don't get to judge. It's not her fault, but living with her insanity has destroyed Sarah and my life. You can only watch someone do crazy irrational unbelievable things for so long before one starts doubting their insanity.
I'm looking at box trucks, an E350 with the V10 would do, but I'm open. Something between 20 and 24-foot. I have a 2000 Grand Cherokee Jeep, 4x4. That I can tow, I'm a very skilled craftsman; I can build something nice roomy for us to live. I love step vans, but everyone I've looked at has been ridden hard and put up wet, worn out. I've already got my solar gear together. I make side money rigging solar on others RV's I'm good at it. I have resources. I'm retired and get $1500/month minus $130 for my Medicare premium. Sarah receives an SSI check of $1000 a month with Medicaid, and I make an extra $1000 a month at home online, maintaining some inventory software, I wrote for one of my customers. I have a cheap apartment, a dump, but a cheap dump. It's two-bedroom, downstairs for $565/ per month, unheard of, but I've been here for a long time, and the manager is a friend. We live on less than $1500 per month, and I'm packing it away in savings looking for a rig and all that I'll need. Did I mention I'm a man of many talents and darn useful around a campsite?
Bob, I've been watching your videos, gaining knowledge, and looking forward to making new friends. I loved living in a marina. I had so many friends, and they're all nomads too. It's the same thing, except your on the water. It was nice to be able to sail to the Keys and on down to the Carribean when I wanted to. I had to sell that sweet little sailboat, though; I had a boy to help raise. This will be a new adventure, and we can't wait. Suggestions, ideas, thoughts, and friendship welcomed. And yes, I tend to be a bit verbose, but I like to write and tell stories.
