One for the Road!

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Death by Crack.

February 14, 2015



how much crack can anyone handle in one sitting?

Don’t people know when they are cracking up in public?  Buttock fissures are not for human  visual consumption.   Lead cause of retinal trauma!

Can’t the crackheads feel the draft?   And when the crotch of their shorts migrate up their butts?


Lissa, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.  JUST SAY NO TO CRACK.  No, no, no, not if you paid me a million dollars.  I don’t want to see your butt, I don’t want to see your thong, I don’t want to see your underwear.  KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!

68 Degrees

January 28, 2015

Hey Peewee

do you remember growing up in Northern California when Daddy used to set the thermostat of the house at 68° and we would sneak it up to 70°  Of course thermostats back then weren’t  digital so you couldn’t actually figure exactly what temperature you set it at you were just guessing.  The dial only marked the degrees in fives so depending on which side of the dial you were standing it would vary by 5°.

Which is why we frequently got caught.  We were sneaking it, rushing and doing it on the fly.  We never had the luxury of standing exactly in the middle of the dial to up it by just a couple degrees.

We’d walk past the thermostat in the hallway and flick it a bit while he wasn’t looking and that flick had to be just right or else it would go up too high and he would bust us.

Ironically I set my thermostat  now at 68°.   Of course I sleep with four large very warm clingy dogs.   And… here the temperature only drops below 70° a couple of weeks a year.   I can rough it.


Yeah, Lissa, I remember those days.  That’s when the price of heating oil went up and there were gas lines and the president told everyone they should keep their thermostats at 70 degrees.  So we said, “Daddy, Daddy, the President says we should turn our thermostat UP to 70 degrees.”  The house heat came from hot water pipes underneath the floor, so sometimes I would sleep under my bed on a chilly night…

Now I keep my thermostat at 69, but only because this house is so drafty with all the cheap windows that it would cost me a fortune to try to heat it beyond that.  I finally broke down and bought a mini space heater to warm my toes while I’m working in the morning because my office is the coldest room in the house (all windows).  So now Grover likes to cuddle up right in front of the space heater all morning…



Just One Resolution

January 21, 2015

Sorry Lissa, I’ve been really, really swamped with work.  I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and what I really want to do is get this one book written.  I have so many stories to tell, but I think I’ve been going about it all wrong.  Instead of sitting down and trying to write it like a memoir starting from the beginning and slogging through to the end, I’m just going to write anecdotes as they pop into my head. — short stories.  I can edit them into different lengths and submit them to Reader’s Digest or other magazines, and maybe generate some interest for the book.  Then when I get enough stories, I can just put them together as a book.  Anyway, I really feel good about this new effort.  Here’s my first anecdote.  It’s too long to publish here, so I posted it on my site, in the “What’s Up Peewee” section.  Check it out.  It starts out:

The Day I Joined the Bounce Club

In the sport of skydiving, to “bounce” is to land a parachute that has malfunctioned, usually in a rather fast and violent manner.  Ideally, when a parachute malfunctions, the skydiver releases it by means of a “cutaway” handle and deploys the reserve, landing unharmed and ready to buy a case of beer for the rigger who packed the reserve chute.  Unfortunately, sometimes things happen, and for whatever reason, be it lack of time, altitude or awareness, the skydiver fails to perform the proper emergency actions and crashes to the ground under a malfunctioned parachute.  It’s called a “bounce” because often the body can be seen to bounce slightly on impact.  People rarely survive a bounce.  I did.

Read the rest of the story at

Well Peewee?

January 16, 2015


we haven’t heard from you since New Year’s.  what’s going on with you what’s up? what are you doing any changes you’d like to make in this new year?


Starting out on the wrong foot!

January 11, 2015

So Peewee

this year has been a difficult one and it s less than 2 weeks old! I rang in the new year with a brutal flu.   In bed a solid week.  And way over served in medications dept by The Grouchy Bastard.  That was his response to my request for a back rub.  Put me in a coma.

Well better late than never my NYs resolutions:

Just say MAYBE to social engagements.   Instead of yes and flake out when I don’t feel up to it later.

Raise money for pet charities instead of going into debt with them.

Work out my upper body not just lower again

Renovate the kitchen

Have fun!!!

Etu brutus???


January 9, 2015

hey Peeweei

I think it’s strange that we had so many Arab viewers after our blog post weds!!  After Those terrible Parisian cartoonist mass slaughters.   The Islamists are like cockroaches dammit!!   No one wants them around!   Insidious vermin. Yucky yucky scum.   The things they will do since they have nothing else possible in life going for thenm. EVER!


What’s really weird is the way you spell weird…


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