• Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Home Improvements,  Wine of the Day

    Don’t give vanity a second chance

    It’s been a wild few days here at the Farm. For those of you not in the know, Saturday marked the end of my 50th year. And the beginning of my 51st year. For those of you who haven’t gotten here, 51 kind of sucks. When you turn 50 it’s all sorts of fun and silliness and it’s a milestone and shit. 51 is just old. You’re on the second half even if you only live to 60. It’s kind of weird. Monday morning when I got on the EFX trainer I had to plug in 51. I just kind of looked at it as if the machine was the…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots

    Never trust a man with egg on his face

    The LPGA is in town.  I will get over there to watch them this time.  I’ve missed the Nabisco for about three years running.  I’m really sorry I didn’t get over there yesterday to witness this.   A freshman at Livermore High.  Congratulations!  You just checked one off my bucket list at 13.  I’d better get cracking. I love when I don’t have to do anything and the universe just takes care of stuff.  We all know the fence story.  I’ve chosen to do nothing and letting go of it has been quite freeing.  Once I did that the universe came to visit the mal-spirited in the form of another neighbor’s…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots

    Money changes everything

    Today is going to be short and sweet.  For those of you concerned about Bubba, he’s doing better.  We all know the rule, the first $300 never fixes the dog.  If the first bill exceeds $300 there’s a better than average chance that the dog will be healed.  It’s like the first $500 never fixes the BMW.  Or the first $200 never fixes the truck.  Thankfully the bike can still be fixed for under $100.  So with a $860 dog bill, he was destined to turn around and he did.  He’s still pretty gassy but it’s not the paint removing eye watering respiration stalling kind he did have.  He’s on…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots

    It’s just the beast under your bed

    As if there weren’t enough on my plate, Bubba decided he needed a little extra attention yesterday.  Or at least his ass did. It actually started Sunday night.  He woke me up in the middle of the night and needed to go out.  He raced out, hid behind a tree and did his business.  The privacy thing is normal so I didn’t really think that much about it.  When I did my clean up rounds in the morning it was apparent that his tummy was giving him issues.  I didn’t really think that much about it at the time.  Yesterday afternoon, I came home to that familiar scent of a very sick…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Cycling,  Stuck on Stupid,  Wine of the Day

    I do not sniff the coke I only drink Tempranillo

    Racism, death, fences and 9/11.  For the love of God Wine Dog, could we please have some fun on this blog? You betcha.  Let’s start with a little dumpster dive in flagrante delicto.  No, I can’t answer the question “What’s the matter with Kansas?”. And week is not complete without taking a swipe at our friends in Richmond.  Ponzi=criminal.  Doesn’t seem to be much of a difference between Madoff and Chandler here. Could I get a downgrade with a negative outlook back? Evil Empire, Old Repulsive, Dinty Moore, all got downgrades from Fitch.  The Bloodless Empire dodged that bullet, but I’d take a downgrade over reading this in the paper.…

  • Rant

    The painted faces on the street, caricatures of long ago

    Racism in America is like a pot on the stove, if you aren’t vigilant it will bubble over and make a big freaking mess. We’d like to believe that as a country we’re all that and behave in a somewhat civilized manner. Nothing could be further from the truth. It’s been bugging the crap out of me and finally this week it has boiled over and I think it’s a good thing. Now it’s out in front of us and now we have to deal with it. You can’t sweep shit like this under a rug. It’s pretty clear what it is. Don’t make me quote Justice Potter again. Discourse…