• Wine of the Day

    There’s the highland Dutch and the lowland Dutch, the Rotterdam Dutch and the Irish.

    Actually, the words I learned were “the goddamn Dutch and the Irish”.  No matter.  The point is, it’s been a drink drank drunk sort of week. My family is a little different,  or a little more than different.  What I like to refer to as the Family Massacre [pronounced “mass-a-creee” see reference here] occurs usually a day or two before or a day or so after traditional Thanksgiving.  It’s been going on for years, like so many years that I was sitting in a location last night that was where the “kid’s table” used to be.  When we were actually kids on occasion my Uncle, who hosted the Massacre would…

  • Bubba the Blue Doberman,  Dogs

    All the pay I need comes shining through his eyes

    Even though there’s a couple of great wine posts in the works, a lot of you know how sick Bubba has been, so I think a report is in order. I gave both dogs a meaty bone last Thursday.  They loved them.  I got a lot of work done while they were occupied. Hours worth of work.  Hours and hours worth of work.  Unfortunately, I was so busy working that I forgot to take them away from them.  And then the bad thing happened.  Rita was over it in a day.  Bubba not so much.  It was like a snowball rolling down a hill with him.  I put him on…

  • Corporate Wankers

    ‘Cause falling in love is a pilgrim’s sport

    I have some wine reviews, but it was a long weekend so it’s going to take a few days to get them reconstructed written.  I made the very critical mistake of giving the dogs fresh bones on Thursday.  I am still paying for that this morning.  Rita had a little issue Friday morning, the SpotBot took care of that.  Bubba has been having issues ever since.  Including this morning.  I knew I didn’t want to carpet this place.  I really don’t want to be changing it up this quickly, but sometimes carpet just sucks.  Or carpet combined with a sick dog.  He’s been on white rice for a day and…

  • Wine of the Day

    L’étendard sanglant est levé !

    Today is Beaujolais Day. Tis the 3rd Thursday of November. Now long before the Japanese started bathing in the stuff I found my way to Nice, France. OK, I find the Japanese ridiculous. But I digress. Nice was one of the few places that we actually stopped for a while. We got in there very late one January evening. It was 1979. We’d heard previously of the tradition of the Beaujolais Nouveau and even had some, but my real memory is of Nice and the Beaujolais Nouveau. We arrived late and Madame Sophie ran the pension. She was part of an old Polish aristocracy that had run out of money.…

  • Title Insurance

    That is pouring like an avalanche, coming down the mountain

    Love the inbox.  OTG send me this link.  I promise you, underwriting at title companies have come to a stand still while title officers argue the esoteric nuances of this decision.  Sadly, they’re the only ones that care. The structures were built landward of the mean-high-water line (that is, were built lawfully, and on the homeowners’ own land), but because of continuing erosion the structures in part came to lie waterward of the “theoretical” mean-high-water line—waterward, that is, as that line would have existed had there not been those structures. This is why I find that interesting.  See where the tide is marked on that map?  Does that decision mean…

  • Wine of the Day

    Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries

    Now I’m starting to look like this commercial. Actually, it’s kind of funny how everyone who was alive back then remembers these commercials. I suppose they could be filed away under “Shit you’d never get away with today”. The bank sent me out to a property yesterday to see if the people had any interest at all in relocation assistance. I’d been going to this house for close to three months. I knew someone was living there, but had no idea who since they were never there when I was there. Yesterday as I rolled up the teenaged daughter opened the door to come outside. I went up to talk…

  • Wine of the Day

    Brad Pitt’s brother and a man on the run

    It’s kind of funny about black eyes. No one will say anything about it. Except your friends. Everyone else acts like it’s not there. I can imagine it goes from “You must be an ass to get into a fight at your age” to “Oh you poor thing, who is beating up on you?” I ran into a friend last night. First words out of her mouth were “What happened to you?” Rita. It’s getting pretty colorful. I’m just amazed that four days later the actual point of impact still hurts as bad as it does. So if you look like you’ve gone a few rounds with Rocky Balboa, there’s…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Dogs

    But you can’t see what those shades of gray keep covered

    It really pisses me off all the people who pay lip service to Veteran’s day but then vote against real veteran’s interests.  You know, the clowns that wrap themselves in the flag and then won’t acknowledge that the wars that they were so gunho to have some one else fight actually jack these young kids up, sometimes for life.  People who never did a day of service advocating battles for others to fight.  Like say, Dick Cheney, who won’t shut the hell up.  Then won’t pay for the services these young men and women need.  Veterans should be honored with the best care available upon their return.  This country has…