• Wine of the Day

    Viva Espana!

    We went to Prima’s for my birthday.  The thing I like is the monterous wine list.  This adventure was particularly tasty as my sommelier friend showed up and took us deep into the wine list.   I started with a tasting, which was five glasses from around the world, ending with a Châteauneuf-du-Pape that I can’t remember where it was from because…I still don’t speak French.  Then the Wine Genius showed up and opened with a 2004 Bodegas Condado de Haza Tinto, Ribera del Duero .  It was amazing.  I should have told her about the secret book but I was holding out.  When it was time for a second bottle,…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots

    Happy Birthday to me…

    The thing about birthdays is that it’s your own personal way of marking the passage of time.  It’s the one day you can force your friends to celebrate the fact that they know you.  It’s the one day that you can run around like a 4 year old gleefully blurting “It’s all about ME!” and it is.  Well, today, it’s all about me. My brother said something interesting the other day.  He was dropping off the check for our escrow and the gal who was writing the receipt didn’t know who I was.  Now, part of me wants to bellow YOU DON”T KNOW WHO I AM?  But another part of…

  • Body for Life,  Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Photojournalism,  Powerlifting,  Wine of the Day

    Kibbles and bits

    One of my co-workers had an article in her office today listing all the things you shouldn’t give your pet.  Like cheese, isn’t this a staple of dog training?  Liver?  Isn’t freeze dried liver the preferred bait for show dogs?  I know we used it for the obedience ring.  Alcohol, ok that makes sense.  Grapes, doesn’t make that much sense considering that the old Italians used to know that it was time to pick the grapes when the dogs started stealing them off the vines.  Beauregard stole every Concord grape I ever grew.  On numerous occasions I’d catch him sprinting through the yard with the remains of a bunch of…

  • Bush is a Moron,  Home Improvements,  It's all Reagan's fault

    Sometimes, success is measured in the eye of the beholder.

    I’ve been working like mad trying to get my house in order so that I can go tear my Mother’s house apart.  I’ve made tremendous progress and tonight, I will be eating my first meal cooked in my kitchen on my plates with my silverware.  Then I will wash dishes in my sink, and maybe even put them back where they belong in the shelves.  It really doesn’t take much. I ran up to Fairfield today and packed the bulk  of Mother’s china hutch.  It took three dish tubs.  I have one left.  My Dad is having such a tough time.  It’s hard for him to help, and since I’m…

  • Corporate Wankers

    Bull, red flag, CHARGE!

    I tried to behave, really, I did.  But dophyngyrl just had to wave that red flag in front of me.  Mattel apologizes to China for toy recalls Toy manufacturer takes ‘full responsibility’ for three worldwide recalls involving more than 21 million toys, citing design flaws. September 21 2007: 7:33 AM EDT BEIJING (AP) — U.S.-based toy giant Mattel issued an extraordinary apology to China on Friday over the recall of Chinese-made toys, taking the blame for design flaws and saying it had recalled more lead-tainted toys than justified. The gesture by Thomas A. Debrowski, Mattel’s executive vice president for worldwide operations, came in a meeting with Chinese product safety chief…

  • Powerlifting

    Jackass!

    I fired off my missive to our agent.  It’s been a tough battle all around.  The seller has been less than cooperative.  They’re taking a $60k plus bath on this place and they kept holding out for someone to give them asking of $264k.  Wasn’t going to happen.  My friend Harry is handling this transaction.  He wants to make me forget about Bob!  That’ll never happen, Bob! found me the Farm, but Harry earned this one.  There would be no deal at all if he hadn’t taken a ton of initiative and looked for and found a place for my parents.  We weren’t originally going to buy, but at least this…

  • Body for Life,  Bon Mots and Cheap Shots

    This and that

    Now the doctor came in stinking of gin And proceeded to lie on the table He said Rocky you met your match And Rocky said, Doc it’s only a scratch And I’ll be better I’ll be better doc as soon as I am able. I should have known what the banging was outside my home office window. It was Rocky and his buddies coming into the backyard for a party. They can’t party in our neighbor’s back yard because he’s a cop and he sprayed pepperspray where they built their raccoon fort. So last night when it was time to send Mr. Man out for his evening constitutional, I judiciously…

  • Corporate Wankers,  Rant

    This morning, my whiskers are in a twist.

    There’s a plethora of items that are sending me to the moon today.  In no particular order: Another warning about another dog treat, Made in China, this one laced with lead, arsenic and some other deadly chemical.  And surprise, surprise!  It’s being sold at Walmart.  How much longer are we going to allow a communist dictatorship to poison our children and our pets and us?  As I sees it, this is the rub,  we export our jobs to a communist dictatorship, so the population has limited economic means and then we sell back to them goods and services for a cut rate, which is good, because that’s all they can…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Home Improvements

    The Further Adventures of Fartman!

    Why do dogs insist on eating disgusting things? Chester, the neighbor cat has gotten in the habit of crapping in our back yard. Beauregard, being the disgusting creature that he his, has taken to eating Chester’s deposits. The results? Fartman. I’m standing at the Lafayette Street Fair and the Blonde looks at me and says “it smells like poo”. No, that’s just FARTMAN. The toxic cocktail of cat crap, popcorn and a stolen lollipop was really too much for the delicate Doberman digestive system. He’s soooo sleeping alone tonight. I ran into an artist that I ran into several years ago with the Big Greek Diaper boy. Needless to say,…

  • Home Improvements

    Rube Goldberg is my bitch.

    I finally got the master bathroom finished. American Standard, in all their wisdom, did a straight up shiteous job of designing the vanity I bought. It is nearly uninstallable. I have no idea how a big plumber dude does this sort of work. I can’t get my arms in there, but after six hours yesterday and two more this morning, no leaks. In all my bliss, I moved on to the kitchen. Possibly not my smartest move, but I was all awash in my lavatorial success and felt the need to forge ahead. The kitchen sink has required probably an excess of ten trips to the hardware store. Or A…