FAST BREAKING NEWS!

SPILLING GIN AND TONIC IN YOUR KEYBOARD MAKES IT UNUSABLE!

Yes, spilling gin and tonic in your keyboard sure does make the keyboard unusable. So take it from me, keep an old keyboard on hand so you can still use the computer to post fast breaking news stories. I have it from a good source, the culprit will attempt to clean the keyboard and see if it can be salvaged. Details to follow.

Rerun of My Fractured Fairy Tale

Editors Note: I think some of you may remember this story. I first posted it on January 23, 2006. I was going through some old pictures the other day and came across a few more for this story, so I'm reposting it. Just be warned, the photos are bit graphic (e.g., bloody) so, before reading this, make sure your not eating if you have a weak stomach.

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Once upon a time, in a far off land called New York, there were a bunch of castles in a sprawling housing development named Riviera Ridge. Riviera Ridge was in the sleepy little town of Smithtown way, way, far, far out on an island named Long Island. In the large castle at 10 North Ingelore Court in Smithtown there lived a family of four boys and a mom and dad. The two youngest boys were stepbrothers and best friends. Their best friend was a boy named Gary who lived a just a few blocks from them. Tony was the oldest at 16 and Eddie and Gary were both 15. The boys lived so close to each other that they could stand out on the front stoop of their castles and by yelling really, really, really loud, they could talk to each other. Why didn't they just use the telephone you ask? No way, yelling was much cooler and it pissed their mom's off, but that's what teenage boys do, so what did you expect.

Riveria Ridge was just a few years old, so more castles were still being built near by. So of course with new castles, new roads were being built, which in turn meant the water run off from the roads, needed a place to go. So that meant some of the scrub oak forest had to be bull dozed and a large sump dug. The sump was only about 200 yards and across the street from the castle at 10 North Ingelore Court on the other side of what was left of the scrub oak forest.

Then one cold winter night on the 31st of January in year 1965, it snowed and sleeted, which meant that Tony, Eddie and Gary might be able to go sledding the next day. The three best friends woke up nice and early the next morning, well, not that early, heck, it might not of even been morning for all I know. You see, Tony, Eddie and Gary liked to sleep a lot.

Eventually when the three best friends did get up, they looked outside and saw that a couple of inches of snow covered the ground. I know that's not much, but with the sleet, the surface of the snow was a frozen sheet of ice, so they decided it was good enough to give sledding a shot.

After the three best friends eventually got their asses out of bed, they got their sleds and decided that first they would go over to the sump to see if they could go sledding there. The sump was new so it wasn’t fenced in yet. If that were no good, they would go over to Blueberry Hill. (I have no frigging clue why they called it Blueberry Hill, because there weren't any blueberries there)

They met up at the castle at 10 North Ingelore Court and then walked through, what was left of the scrub oak forest, over to the sump. "Let's give it a shot!" they decided. They knew if they picked their spots carefully, they could avoid the exposed lumps of sand and go all the way down the side and most of the way across the bottom of the sump.

So off they went! Oh what fun the three best friends were having zipping down the side of the sump and even falling off once in a while after the sled stuck in the sand. That was the most fun, sliding across the ice snow and getting very dirty and ....laughing all the way...Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells.... woops, got side tracked here. Sorry.

When the three best friends wore out one spot, they moved around the sump looking for new places to go sledding. They were starting to run out of places to try, when one of the boys discovered the bestest spot ever. What a beautiful sight to behold it was. There was a largest pile of sand covered in snow you ever did see just off to one side of the sump. (okay, maybe I'm exaggerating her, but it's my fairy tale, so shut up)

The three best friends took turns climbing up to the top of the large pile of snow covered sand and then raced down the side of the pile of sand on their sleds, across the flats and then down the side of the sump. They were so excited, but the fun didn’t last very long, maybe two trips each. You see, the sleds wore away the snow very quickly, exposing more and more sand and it became tougher and tougher to make it down the hills and into the sump.

The got discouraged at how crappy the sledding had become at the sump, so they decided to leave the sump and go over to Blueberry Hill and see how the sledding was there. But Tony wanted to try one last run. Gary and Eddie started yelling at Tony because the sleds were getting stuck, the sledding sucked and it wasn’t safe anymore, but Tony just ignored their warnings and climbed up that large pile of sand for one last run. Little did Tony know that this run would turn out to be his last one that winter.

Just as Tony took off, Eddie, his best friend and step brother, yelled out, “I warned you! I hope you get killed!” Gary and Eddie started to walk away and figured that Tony would catch up when he was done.

The last thing Tony remembers was seeing the large patch of sand right in front of him at the top edge of the sump. Tony tried to avoid the sand but alas, no such luck. The sled stuck hard and fast in the sand and Tony slid forward off the sled rolling head first down the ice and snow covered hill and all the way to the bottom of the sump.

Gary and Eddie turned to see if Tony was coming yet, but they didn’t see him. They called to Tony to hurry up, because they wanted to get going, but Tony didn’t answer. They called again, but he still didn’t answer. So Gary and Eddie walked over to the sump to see what was taking Tony so long and saw him lying motionless in the bottom of the sump with blood on the ice and snow around him. “OMG! HE”S DEAD!” Eddie said to Gary. “I DIDN’T MEAN IT, I WAS JUST MAD! I HOPE HE’S NOT REALLY DEAD!”

Gary and Eddie raced down the side of the sump and found Tony lying unconscious face down in the ice and snow in a pool of blood, they both thought he was really dead. Tony's face was very bloody and cut up pretty badly. Eddie stayed with Tony and Gary ran back to the castle to get help. Gary ran back to the castle at 10 North Ingelore Court and in the front door screaming “TONY’S BEEN HURT, I THINK HE’S DEAD!” Tony’s father was down stairs in his jeans, tee shirt and slippers watching TV and Tony’s stepmother was sitting in the kitchen in her bathrobe smoking, reading and drinking coffee like usual.

Tony’s dad ran up the stairs lickity split and grabbed his coat and dashed out the door. He followed Gary to the sump running through the frozen snow still in his slippers. They got to Tony and saw that no, he was not dead, just unconscious but bleeding quite a bit from all the cuts on his face and from his mouth. Tony’s dad picked up Tony and carried him back to the carriage in the castle driveway and put him in the front seat of the carriage (motor powered not horse drawn, it is 1965 you know). By now Tony’s step mom had gotten dressed and was waiting outside when they got back to the castle.

They all got in the carriage. Dad was driving, Tony was in the middle in the front seat and his step mom was holding him with a towel on his face soaking up the blood and Eddie and Gary were in the backseat. They drove up into town to the doctor’s office and Gary ran inside to get the doctor. The doctor came out, took one look at Tony and told them to go to the emergency room. They drove over to the ER at Smithtown General Hospital in the village of Hauppauge about five miles away, down Maple Avenue and then on down Route 111 to the hospital at the corner of Route 111 and the Smithtown Bypass.

On the way to the hospital, Tony remembers waking up briefly and asking what had happened. He could see they were in the car driving somewhere, but went right back out again. Tony doesn’t remember anything until he woke up in his bed in the hospital.

Tony spent a few days in the hospital because he had a severe concussion and needed a few stitches to close up a split upper lip. In case your worried, Tony fully recovered from the sledding accident and was still the hottest looking boy in the kingdom after his face healed. Tony also went sledding many more times in the winters since then, just not in the sump. They fenced it off very soon after this happened.

BUT WAIT, boys and girls, the story doesn’t end there.

The next day, Eddie and Gary went back down into the sump and scooped up all the bloody snow, put it in a plastic bag and put the bag in the freezer downstairs in the castle freezer. They wanted to save it to show Tony when he got out of the hospital. When Tony saw it, he thought it was just about the coolest thing he had ever seen. When Tony's friends came over, Tony showed them the bag of bloody snow and they all thought it was very cool too, well except for the girls. You see, the girls in the development were sissies and thought things like bloody snow, frogs, snakes and dragons were gross. (yes, dragons. I did say the three best friends lived in castles didn’t I?) Well, there was one girl named Jean that wasn’t a sissy. Jean was bigger and tougher than all the boys in the kingdom and had been known to kick a few of their asses from time to time. She was from New York City and a very, very tough young broad.

Tony left the snow in the freezer for many months and only took it out for show and tell from time to time. Then one day, Tony’s step mom found it while rearranging things in the freezer.

“TONY, EDDIE, GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!” she yelled. “Oh, shit! What did we do now”, the boys said to each other. I hope she didn't find the cigarettes.

Well, Tony and Eddie slowly made their way down stairs and saw their mom holding the plastic bag full of bloody snow. “WHAT IS THIS!” she demanded to know. “It’s the snow from when Tony fell off of the sled” Eddie said.

“WHAT!!!! WHAT IS IT DOING IN MY FREEZER?!” she roared. “Gary and Eddie saved it for me so I could see how much blood there was. I thought it was cool, so I kept it”, Tony said.

“TAKE IT OUTSIDE AND GET RID OF IT THIS INSTANT!” she yelled while handing the plastic bag filled with what was by now, a red lump of ice to Tony. “But I want to keep it” Tony said.

That went over like a lead balloon and his step mom said :“I SAID GET RID OF IT!” at the top of her lungs. “AND AFTER YOU GET RID OF IT, I WANT YOU TWO TO GO TO YOUR ROOM AND STAY THERE UNTIL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME!” “Oh great” they thought, now their father is going to kill them, or worse, ground them. So Tony and Eddie, the two best friends and step brothers, went back upstairs to their room to wait for their father to get home.

When their father came home, Tony and Eddie could hear him and their mom talking down stairs for a while, and pretty soon they heard their dad's size 13 lineman’s boots stomping up the stairs. He barged right in to Tony and Eddie’s room without knocking and closed the door behind him and stood there glaring at Tony and Eddie.

Now just picture this, (just setting the mood you know) two very frightened, skinny little15 and 16 year old stepbrothers and best friends, sitting close together on the edge of the bed, staring up at their six foot three inch, 200-something pound bear of a father with a look in his eyes that could kill. At first their dad just stood there for a minute glaring at them. The two stepbrothers just looked at him waiting for the lecture and the eventual consequences they would suffer.

Then they strangest thing happened, a smile started to show on their dad’s face and then he busted out laughing. The two stepbrothers turned and looked at each other with the “WTF is happening” kind of look. It seems their dad thought it was just as cool as the two stepbrothers and all their friends did. Except all the girls still thought it was gross the sissies, but don't include Jean or she'll kick your ass. Remember, she was from New York City and a very, very tough young broad.

Then they all lived happily ever after in that far off land called New York, in that sprawling housing development named Riviera Ridge, in that sleepy little town of Smithtown, way, way, far, far out on the island named Long Island, in the large castle at 10 North Ingelore Court in Smithtown.

Now that’s the end.

Idol Withdrawal

I think American Idol should immediately move into the next season so we don't have to go through "Idol Withdrawal".

YOU WITH ME?!

Pedophiles to launch political party

I like to check out weird news events at Reuters Oddly Enough web site. This article was interesting, but this article was particularly weird and a tad bit disturbing. I'm reposting the disturbing one below. My comments are in red.


Pedophiles to launch political party

AMSTERDAM (Reuters) - Dutch pedophiles are launching a political party to push for a cut in the legal age for sexual relations to 12 from 16 and the legalization of child pornography and sex with animals, sparking widespread outrage.

WTF! Now I've heard just about everything.

The Charity, Freedom and Diversity (NVD) party said on its Web site it would be officially registered Wednesday, proclaiming: "We are going to shake The Hague awake!"

The party said it wanted to cut the legal age for sexual relations to 12 and eventually scrap the limit altogether.

You have to be fucking kidding me!!! Fucking 16 year olds is bad enough, but screwing babies and shit is fucking sick. How can a baby even give or refuse consent? What the fuck do they about anything for that matter?

"A ban just makes children curious," Ad van den Berg, one of the party's founders, told the Algemeen Dagblad (AD) newspaper.

This is just ridiculous.

"We want to make pedophilia the subject of discussion," he said, adding the subject had been a taboo since the 1996 Marc Dutroux child abuse scandal in neighboring Belgium.

Discuss this mutha-fucker…………. (holding up picture of gun)

"We want to get into parliament so we have a voice. Other politicians only talk about us in a negative sense, as if we were criminals," Van den Berg told Reuters.

You ARE criminals you asshole, or should be and shot!!!

The Netherlands, which already has liberal policies on soft drugs, prostitution and gay marriage, was shocked by the plan.

No shit they’re shocked! They better nip this shit in the bud right fucking now!

An opinion poll published Tuesday showed that 82 percent wanted the government to do something to stop the new party, while 67 percent said promoting pedophilia should be illegal.

What are the people thinking that agree with these assholes?

"They make out as if they want more rights for children. But their position that children should be allowed sexual contact from age 12 is of course just in their own interest," anti-pedophile campaigner Ireen van Engelen told the AD daily.

I agree 100%.

Right-wing lawmaker Geert Wilders said he had asked the government to investigate whether a party with such "sick ideas" could really be established, ANP news agency reported.

Sure it should. Then you know where the sicko’s are to make it easier to go after them.

Kees van deer Staaij, a member of the Christian SGP party, also demanded action: "Pedophilia and child pornography should be taboo in every constitutional state. Breaking that will just create more victims and more serious ones."

I agree 1,000%

The party wants private possession of child pornography to be allowed although it supports the ban on the trade of such materials. It also supports allowing pornography to be broadcast on daytime television, with only violent pornography limited to the late evening.

1. How do they get this crap if they don’t trade it to each other? 2. Why any rules since they feel this way? Are they just trying to make their ideas more palatable to the masses?

Toddlers should be given sex education and youths aged 16 and up should be allowed to appear in pornographic films and prostitute themselves. Sex with animals should be allowed although abuse of animals should remain illegal, the NVD said.

Again, why any rules since they feel this way? Are they just trying to make their ideas more palatable to the masses?

The party also said everybody should be allowed to go naked in public and promotes legalizing all soft and hard drugs and free train travel for all.

Okay, finally something within the relm of reason that is debatable.

Brown Skirt Girl, Blue Shirt Guy and Mark - Part 2

Back on April 10th, I wrote a post about the Brown Skirt girl, Blue Shirt guy and Mark. I need to refresh your memory about that evening for this post to make any sense.

Lori and I were at Kenny’s Pub and sat next to a couple at the bar, Brown Skirt girl and Blue Shirt guy. That evening, Lori and I watched Brown Skirt make the rounds of her male friends giving them a little more that just a hello greeting. She was all over the men she knew, including her date. I’m talking about touching, humping, grinding and bodies rubbing VERY close while dancing or just standing around. It was almost like watching a vertical lap dance. None of it bothered Blue Shirt at all, because she was doing it right in front of him. Lori and I thought it was unusual to do that in front of your date, but we both found it very, very HOT and just took it all in.

Near the end of the night, Lori got up to go to the bathroom. Brown Skirt girl was waiting outside the ladies room, because someone was in there. Brown Skirt girl told Lori someone was in the ladies room so that's why she was waiting. She also said the she would rather be in the bathroom with her friend Mark anyway, pointing to the door of the men’s room. Mark was the man she had been all over the most that night.

Lori said, “You would?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay” Lori knocked on the men’s room door and turns the knob. It wasn't locked.

The Mark opens the door and Lori says, looking at the woman, “Go ahead. Go on in then.”

The woman Ooo’s and awes, waves her arms with excitement, kisses Lori on the cheek again, walks into the men’s bathroom and closes the door.

About five minutes later the Brown Skirt woman and Mark walked out of the doorway leading to the bathrooms together. Both of them were sweaty and looked like they had just had some workout. Her makeup was smeared and both of them were very sweaty. Brown Skirt woman and Mark walked directly over to us. The woman grabbed Lori’s hand and, with a big grin on her face says “How you doing?” Then the couple sits down next to us. The woman takes out her makeup and fixes it the best she can. Lori said it looked liked Brown Skirt woman had given Mark a blowjob being how all of her makeup was smeared like it was.

The Blue Shirt guy comes over about five minutes later and sits down. The three of them talk for a little. It looked like liked Brown Skirt girl and Mark were getting ready to leave. Brown Skirt girl comes over and gives both Lori and I a kiss on the cheek. She thanked Lori and told her she had a great time that evening. The guy shakes our hands and I told him “Good Luck” with a big smile on my face. He smiled back. Then the Mark, Brown Skirt girl and Blue Shirt guy all leaves together.

TOGETHER! YES FOLKS, THEY ALL THREE LEFT TOGETHER! Blue Shirt guy even held the door open for them. WTF!

I love this story and hadn’t thought about that night in a very long time until this weekend. Lori and I were at the Dublin Deck Sunday night and saw Brown Skirt girl and Mark dancing. As soon as the music stopped, Lori walked over to them to say hello. Lori pointed me out and they both waved to me.

Lori talked to them for a few minutes then came back to where I was standing to fill me in. Lori told me they both recognized her and thanked her again for hooking them up in the bathroom. Brown Skirt told Lori that her and Mark are going with each other now. Lori also told me that Brown Skirt was drunker that night, than the night we saw her at Kenny’s Pub. Lori was very excited that she had a part in them hooking up and to see them still together.

My Interview for Raymi's Blog

Wednesday I received a request by ‘Raymi the Minx’ to interview me for her blog. She read I that I'm a Vietnam Vet and wanted to interview me for a blog post to talk about my experiences in Vietnam and my life after that. We chatted via MSN Messenger yesterday and the interview is posted on her blog. Do me a favor and get over there and read it, then let me know what you think.

I’ve been lurking on her blog for a long time. She’s very funny and always an interesting read. So while your there, read her stuff. You will not be disappointed.

http://www.raymitheminx.blogspot.com/

MIL VIDEOLINKITOS (WTF Does this say?)

(And this?)

¡Bienvenidos a Milinkito!

En la pista central les ponemos al día de las novedades que ustedes seguramente (o no) deseaban conocer. También pueden consultar las funciones anteriores en el archivo o deleitarse con nuestra colección de cromos y nuestras galerías. Para cualquier ruego, pregunta y/o nece(si)dades varias, acuda sin pensárselo 2 veces a nuestro foro de expertos o bien diríjase directamente por emilio a los autores de ésta su carpa. Si buscan linkitos de calidad o simplemente necesidad, vayan al linkódromo -invento que no dudamos en calificar de genial-, donde los hallarán, convenientemente clasificados y en cómodos marcos autonavegables.

§ Milinkito

El que tuvo, YouTube : 'Los Ochenta'



You don’t know what this said either? That's okay, you don't need to know what it says. All you need to know is there is a web site that has links to about 18 thousand-bazillion & eleven videos from the 1980s.

So, if you are a big fan of 80s music, check this out.

http://www.milinkito.com/los80.php

Flashback HNT

This is a svelte BTExpress as I crossed the finish line of my one and only 5K Race back in August 1994. I took up running as a way to help me loose weight while we were on Weight Watchers. I’m not certain what I weighed when this picture was taken, but wound up loosing a total of 51 pounds on that diet and got down to 170. I’m sorry to say I’ve put it all back on and more. This picture hits home very hard to see the difference in my body between then and now. I think I’d better get my ass moving again.

Just a lazy day today

I got up a little early today, about 10:30. It early for me anyway.

Made some coffee.

Read my emails.

Signed up for more comics in my emails. Got to keep busy ya know.

Got my HNT post ready for tonight.

Let's see..........what else? Oh yeah!

Drafted a post to explain "the lettuce incident". I'm going to run it by Lori before I post it as it really is mostly about her.

Lori called me and I talked to her for a little while.

Blogged off and on throughout the day too.

Wow, look at the time! Where did the day go?

It's after 4:00 so it Happy Hour at my place. Guess I'll go make a gin & tonic. I love my gin & tonics ya know.

In a little while I'll go shower and get dressed (still in my bathrobe).

Then I'll run a couple of errands.............or not. We'll see how I feel.

Awwwww, just the usual lazy day for me now. :-)


Edit: Damn! I have to go out now. I see that I'm running low on the gin. Can't risk running out and having to drink vodka. I suppose I'll get something to eat while I'm out too.

This Buds for you!

He's living the real American dream: getting paid to think up fun things to do, naked. Another installment of the "Real Man of Genius" viral campaign for alcohol.

Mr. Nudist Colony Activity Coordinator

Last Weeks End Result

Last week my son Brian went to Florida with his girlfriend Cheryl on vacation so I invited my girlfriend Lori to spend the week at my house. We thought it would be a great opportunity to see how we got along after spending a lot of time together. Rather like a test to see how compatible we really are.

In short, the week went exceptionally well, except for the lettuce incident. It was very minor so I won’t get into details. Let’s just say that the result was that we agreed I would do the cooking at my house and she would clean up. HOWEVER, when we were at her house, she would do the cooking and I would sit in the living room.

Other than the lettuce incident, things went exceptionally well, and a good time was held by all. There was also lots of snuggling, at least once a day.

This weekend Brian has to work everyday and will be home all weekend, so I’m getting a hotel room so Lori and I can be together. Lori has off Memorial Day so I made the reservation for check in Friday and check out Tuesday. I predict much snuggling. ;-)

The hotel has free high speed Internet access so I will be able to stay in touch if we’re not too busy. We’ll just have to wait and see though.

Wooooo Hoooooo!!!! Life’s treating me good, isn’t it?

Any ideas what this is?

Today is garbage day so yesterday I decided to get rid of things in my refrigerator I don't recognize anymore and came across a unknown life form growing in one of the containers I dumped.



I’m not exactly certain what this was growing on. It was either chilli or pasta sauce. I had both in my refridgerator, but I’m not sure which was which. For that matter, I’m not even sure when I made the chili or the sauce it’s been that long. Any ideas what any of this stuff is?



PS
Are the eggs I bought on January 25th still any good? I've never opened the carton so I'm thinking they may be okay?

Rate My Life - Part 2

I'm repeating the "Rate My Life Test".

This was my life before my wife Barbara became terminally ill.

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	7.4
Mind:	7.1
Body:	5.5
Spirit:	8
Friends/Family:	6.6
Love:	9.1
Finance:	7.9
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

This was my life about a month after Barbara died.

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	5.3
Mind:	6.2
Body:	4.9
Spirit:	7.9
Friends/Family:	2.5
Love:	0
Finance:	7.8
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

This is my life now.

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	7
Mind:	7.1
Body:	5.1
Spirit:	7.6
Friends/Family:	5
Love:	5.5
Finance:	8.2
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Things have improved substantially in the last 6 month, haven't they? Cool!

HNT First Anniversary Edition

Today is the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday. HNT was started by Osbasso. You can read all about the origin and guidelines of HNT here.

In honor of the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday, Osbasso asked us, the participants, to make a special HNT post this week. We were supposed to post our very first official HNT picture and then a second picture showing us in some sort of celebration of the anniversary using such props as balloons, confetti, streamers, champagne, noisemakers, etc.

So in honor of the 1st anniversary of the start of Half-Nekkid Thursday, here is my 42nd HNT post. (HOLY CRAP! MY 42ND HNT POST!)

Here is my very first HNT picture. You can see the actual post here.



I’ve been thinking about how best to honor the 1st anniversary of HNT. This is what first came to mind, a picture with both Lori’s and my legs.



Then I thought this really wasn’t showing what I like to do when we are together to celebrate things. Then it hit me!

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GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter 24: SHRAPNEL

While I was digging through some old junk researching my stories, I came across something that might interest you. I found an old envelope I’ve been keeping a few pieces of the shrapnel they removed from me at one time or the other, over the last 18 months of my Army service. When I was wounded, I was literally sprayed from head to toe with shrapnel from the exploding claymore mine. All of the large pieces of shrapnel were removed during my surgery in Vietnam right after being wounded and the again when my wounds were eventually closed about ten days later in Japan. Of course, not all of it could be found and removed, especially the small pieces. A few times during those last 18 months I was in the army, a piece would start to bother me, so I’d have it removed.

Here are some photographs of the shrapnel I saved. I know there’s not much, but I’m still proud to show it off. I’m certain there was a lot better samples, but I think to ask them to save them for me when I was operated on.


Here are close ups so you can get a good look. Yes, the reddish stuff on the gauze pad is my blood.


This pretty silver one was right on the top of my foot under where the laces of my shoe are. I had this one removed in January while I was still recovering in St. Albans Naval Hospital in Queens New York. Whenever I wore shoes, It bothered me, so I had it removed.



I think this one is the most interesting and my favorite one. See that yellowish stuff sort of coating it on the left? That’s some of my flesh. Cool huh? You can also see some dried blood if you look close.










This little blood tinged, rusty baby was the last piece I had removed and stayed with me for well over a year. It was on the outside of my left arm and I could grab it with my fingers and show it off as that “Piece of Shrapnel Under My Skin”. After a while, all my squeezing showing it off, caused it rise very close to the surface so I had it removed.


This isn’t shrapnel, it’s a hunk of flesh that was stuck to gause pad. I saw it when I moved the pieces of shrapnel to scan them. I’m not sure where this came from. Pretty cool, huh?







Even to this day, I still carry a lot of shrapnel throughout out my body. I’m not allowed to have a MRI. The magnetic field generated by the MRI machine may cause the metal shrapnel to move with unknown results. So they told me I shouldn’t take a chance.

I have so much shrapnel left in me, virtually every time I get x-rayed they ask me about it.

There was the time I was applying for life insurance and needed to get a chest x-ray. I was still very young and with no medical issues, so I wasn’t worried at all what the x-ray would show. I had the x-ray done and a few days later, the doctor’s office called to tell me there was a problem with my x-ray and the doctor needed to see me right away and could I come in the next day? I asked the nurse what was wrong but she wouldn’t tell me. She said that I needed to see the doctor and he would talk to me about it.

I about crapped my pant and my wife freaked out obviously. So all night and the next day, I couldn’t get there until I got out of work the next day, we were very worried about what the x-ray showed. I had been smoking for about 10 years at that point and was a regular pot smoker so lung cancer was my major concern.

When I got out of work, I headed straight to the doctor’s office. I was sent to an examination room to wait for the doctor. I was sick to my stomach I was so worried. I waited for what seemed like forever, and then the doctor finally came in. He said hello and then hangs a couple of my chest x-rays on the light board on the wall.

The doctor turns on the light on the light board, points at the x-ray and says, “Did you know you have metal fragments in your chest?”

(Pause here for the laughter to die down)

Well, I didn’t laugh when I heard that. I was fucking pissed off and let the good doctor know exactly how I felt. (I will leave out the profanities) “Of course I know! I was wounded in Vietnam by a mine explosion from head to toe and I still have a lot of shrapnel everywhere in my body, not just my chest!”

“I’m sorry, we didn’t know that, he says. “You can go then.”

Now, I’m boiling, “Why didn’t you ask me that over the phone? I asked the nurse what was wrong, but she wouldn’t tell. She said I had to come in. My wife and I have been worried sick and that’s all you have to say!”

He didn’t really say anything and walked out of the examination room in one direction as I stormed out in the other. I walked over to the desk to check out. There were a couple of people in front of me so I waited for a few minutes. When I was my turn, the nurse looked at my chart and said, “There is no charge. Do you need another appointment?” I just glared at her and stormed out mumbling expletives the entire way.

When I got home my wife came out to meet me and asked me what the doctor said. I told her when we got inside and, to this day, I can still hear her saying at the top of her lungs, “WHAT! THAT’S WHY THEY TOLD YOU, YOU HAD TO COME IN? WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST TELL YOU THAT OVER THE PHONE?” (Insert a lot of expletives between the words) You know what, that was the first time since I’d known her, that I heard her curse so much and she did it almost as well as me.

So Far, So Good

I picked up Lori at the ferry Monday afternoon. We went to her place so she could unpack and repack for the week she's staying with me.

She brought her laptop with her so we can sit on the couch next to each other blogging. Right now she's reading my posts for the last five days.

Last night I made dinner. I made the gorgonzola pizza from this post. This time I added black olives and tons of onions. We both love onions A LOT! I think they must be an aphrodisiac, because we had a VERY nice evening snuggling. :-D

This morning Lori didn't have work, so we stayed in bed and snuggled for a few hours. When we got up we showered and then I made breakfast. I made eggs sunnyside up, fried ham, grits, toast and coffee.

Lori had a doctors appointment so this afternoon we went there and then came back home. Lori prepared dinner tonight. It's a taco cassarole. We haven't ate it yet, but it looks good. I'll tell you how it turned out tomorrow, but I'm sure it's good from the way it looked.

Tonight's American Idol and then to bed for more snuggling. We can't stay up snuggling too late because Lori has work tomorrow. I'll probably have dinner ready for her when she gets home around 6:00. Tomorrow I'm making BBQ beef (Manwich), corn on the cob and I think I go out and get potato salad. That goes good with this.

Do me a favor please. With all the snuggling we're going to be doing this week, pray I live through it, okay?




Note: Just so you know, snuggling is the code word I'm going to use for fooling around, having sex or any form of the two.

Do me a favor...

...next time I fall a sleep and take a two hour nap in the early evening, just hit me up side the head to wake me. Okay!

It's now 2:44 A fucking M and I'm wide a fucking wake!

This really sucks, big time!

I'm picking up my girlfriend Lori at the ferry from Connecticut later today and hoped to stay up late tomorrow night having a lot of sex.

Did I tell you she is staying with me all next week?

If i don't get to bed soon, I'm not going to get my minimum required number of hours of sleep and fall a sleep on her in the evening.+

I don't have to tell you what that means, do I?

That would really, really not be acceptable!



Oh wait! I just yawned. That is a good sign I may be getting tired.

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Here's To You Mothers!

I waited up so I would be among the first ones to make a post honoring you mothers. So here it is.

Damn, I'm tired so I'm going to bed now.

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First, the story of Mother's Day.

The earliest Mother's Day celebrations can be traced back to the spring celebrations of ancient Greece in honor of Rhea, the Mother of the Gods. During the 1600's, England celebrated a day called "Mothering Sunday." Celebrated on the 4th Sunday of Lent (the 40 day period leading up to Easter), "Mothering Sunday" honored the mothers of England.

During this time many of the England's poor worked as servants for the wealthy. As most jobs were located far from their homes, the servants would live at the houses of their employers. On Mothering Sunday the servants would have the day off and were encouraged to return home and spend the day with their mothers. A special cake, called the mothering cake, was often brought along to provide a festive touch.

As Christianity spread throughout Europe the celebration changed to honor the "Mother Church" -- the spiritual power that gave them life and protected them from harm. Over time the church festival blended with the Mothering Sunday celebration. People began honoring their mothers as well as the church.

In the United States Mother's Day was first suggested in 1872 by Julia Ward Howe (who wrote the words to the Battle Hymn of the Republic) as a day dedicated to peace. Ms. Howe would hold organized Mother's Day meetings in Boston, MA, every year.

In 1907 Anna Jarvis, from Philadelphia, began a campaign to establish a national Mother's Day. Ms. Jarvis persuaded her mother's church in Grafton, West Virginia, to celebrate Mother's Day on the second anniversary of her mother's death, the 2nd Sunday of May. By the next year, Mother's Day was also celebrated in Philadelphia.

Ms. Jarvis and her supporters began to write to ministers, businessman, and politicians in their quest to establish a national Mother's Day. It was successful as by 1911 Mother's Day was celebrated in almost every state. President Woodrow Wilson, in 1914, made the official announcement proclaiming Mother's Day as a national holiday that was to be held each year on the 2nd Sunday of May.

While many countries of the world celebrate their own Mother's Day at different times throughout the year, there are some countries such as Denmark, Finland, Italy, Turkey, Australia, and Belgium which also celebrate Mother's Day on the second Sunday of May.


Next, I figured I'd close this post with a nice sentimental poem just for you mothers.


"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" is for the way she never grows old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together,
they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to your off spring.


I hope your off springs, husband or significant other, took good care of you today. If the bastards didn't, remember, Father's Day and their birthdays are coming up, so you can get even.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.

Happy Mother's Day!

Friday Night Out

Last night I got together with a bunch of people from my last job to celebrate my friends Scott and Joannies wedding next Saturday. About twenty people showed up, including James and Filippo, the two men that own the company. It was good to see everyone again.

I talked to Filippo for a while, but when I saw James, he shook my hand and said hi, but immediately turned and walked away. You see, James is very bitter about me retiring with only two weeks notice. I was told he felt I should have given more notice. I would have stayed longer if he would have just asked me, but he didn't, no one did. I made it clear to the HR manager that I had no time frame for leaving, but I guess she didn't relay that info to James. James didn't even speak to me the last two weeks I was there he was so upset. I wish he wasn’t so upset, but that’s his problem. All he had to do was ask.

About 9:00 I saw Joey, the bartender from Kenny’s Pub and John Micelli, the drummer from Meatloaf. They were setting up John’s drums. John plays drums for Meatloaf and a couple of local bands including the one we saw last night, ‘The Seventies Experience’. They were excellent, but I’m not surprised considering who is in the band. This is some info from the bands web site.

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70s Experience is your best opportunity to hear it like it was, sounds of R&B, Rock, Disco, and Funk from "What's Going On" to "Disco Inferno". They simply perform some of the best dance music from the 70's! They have shared the stage with significant 70s acts like the Rascals, Street Survivors, the Tramps and the Beach Boys.

STEVE STRECKER : vocals
He’s played with some of the greatest, including: John Miceli of Meatloaf; Mick Jones of Foreigner; Carmine Appice of Vanilla Fudge; Lionel Cordew of Special EFX; Bobby Rondenelli of Black Sabbath; Jules Radino of Blue Oyster Cult; Billy Heller of The Rippingtons.

JOE DEMAIO: Guitar / Vocals
Joe has worked with artists such as The Drifters, Donald Fagen and members of Pat Benatar, Steely Dan, James Taylor, David Bowie, Tower of Power, Spyro Gyro, Pat Metheny. For the last 2 years, he has been the guitar player for Grammy award winning artist Ashanti. He is a welcome addition to the 70’s Experience!!

GENE CORDEW- Keyboards / Vocals
Gene has played with various professional musicians, such as the Legendary Persuaders, best known for their number one gold hit "Thin Line Between Love and Hate" and touring with Ashanti on the St. Lucia Jazz Festival 2004 and other venues�all over�the United States.

JOHN MICELI - Drums / Vocals
John has toured with artists including Meatloaf, Blue Oyster Cult, Rainbow, and Marchello. John has just finished as the drummer in the Las Vegas Production of "We Will Rock You"- The Musical by Queen and Ben Elton.
Check His site

LENNY ROCILLO - Bass
Lenny Rocillo has written for music for an EA SPORTS Play Station game called Road Rash Jailbreak. Lenny has toured with guitarist/Producer, Larry Mitchell, as well as JOSIE SANG, which featured Stuttering John, from the Howard Stern show.
Check His site

MICHAEL AMENDOLA - Saxophone
He has shared the stage with the likes of Bruce Springsteen, Bela Fleck, and Vassar Clements. Michael has written music for jazz artists such as Benny Golson, Mulgrew Miller, Terence Blanchard, Randy Brecker. He has played the Broadway Shows "Sophisticated Ladies", "Evita", and "42nd Street".

LLOYD DEBONIS- Trumpet
Lloyd as been very active section player over the last few years touring extensively and sharing the stage with such artists as diverse as, Chuck D, Hank Shocklee, the Tramps, and Harold Melvin's Blutenotes.

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I hung out with my friends listening to the music, drinking and talking until about 12:30 then I went home. I know that’s kind of early for me to be going home, but I really did miss being with my girlfriend Lori.

I took a few pictures last night.

JOHN MICELLI'S DRUM CASE

JOHN MICELLI SETTING UP THE SOUND SYSTEM

SCOTT & JOANNIE ORDERING FOOD FROM THE HOT WAITRESS
(LORI, SHE HAD NICE BOOBS AND A GREAT ASS!)

SOME OF THE BAND

SCOTT & JOANNIE AFTER SCOTTS BEEN DRINKING FOR A WHILE