Tuesday, June 30, 2009

We Wuz Robbed!

The raft race was a lot of fun Saturday, but although we think we had the winning design, we came in a distant 3rd in the first heat. That disqualified us for the third and final heat, so therefore we lost the race. It was a valiant effort on our part, but in the end, we were rammed on purpose and knocked to third. So there's always next year!
No pictures of that yet, I didn't have my camera with me so I've got to wait for my buddy John's wife to email me the ones she took. As soon as I get them I'll post them here!
Again, it was a lot of fun and a good time was had by all. A huge crowd showed up and even the local media and by late afternoon it was very drunk outside! I was in bed at 7:55 PM and didn't wake up until around 7 AM Sunday morning... I've forgotten how tiring having fun was!
Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Monday, June 29, 2009

A Dark Music Monday...

Sometimes my mind wanders. It wanders a lot. I've been working on my novel, and it's going well, although it's turning rather dark. The whole premise was rather dark to be honest, but it's turning darker than I thought it would. This song pretty much sums up the story I've written so far, and IF I ever get it published, and IF it gets made into a movie, I'd really like this song to be included in it's soundtrack...

The lyrics are so damn powerful...

"...Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us

To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side

Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again

Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled

We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed up world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition

There's a hunger still unsatisfied

Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon

Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener

The light was brighter

The taste was sweeter

The nights of wonder

With friends surrounded

The dawn mist glowing

The water flowing

The endless river..."

Those lyrics just hit home for me, especially at this point in my life. And fit in with the main character in the book. Even though I'm where I want to be in my life right at this moment, I still look back with disgust at some of the decisions I've made, things I've done, bridges I've burned... But in all they've been a huge learning experience to me, lessons I'll not soon forget, but that doesn't stop the bitterness from creeping in.

The thing I'm the most bitter about when I look back on my life is, once upon a time, I was voted "Class Clown". I loved to laugh, and to make people laugh. At one point it was suggested to me to become a Stand up Comedian. I loved to have people laugh around me, especially if I was the brunt of the joke, because if you can't laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?

So comes the bitterness... Life, and it's events I've been through or seen have sucked all the humor out of my every day life. I've forgotten how to laugh, or even smile anymore. My entire essence, my life, has been sucked out of me by people whom I thought I could trust, lovers who never, not ever once gave one thought about really getting to know the real me... Listening, really listening to me, and not just hearing words and putting their own spin on how it should be or how I should fit into their over-simplified and childish view of the world, or how the real world really is...

Even my writing, this blog and my book, were taken away from me for a time. The only real pleasure I had in my life anymore. My Father has been gone over 17 years, my mother a little over 4... All of my family is hundreds of miles from me. I'm here alone. And the very last vestige of my personality, my essence which was my humor, has been stripped from me.

Sure, I love my job. But at the end of the day, where does that leave me? Sure, I have good friends here... But, you know, no one to actually share what little joy I have left. I vent my spleen here from time to time... I'm really trying to get my humor back... I put on a good front in public, to my friends here, but yet again, at the end of the day, I'm left feeling hollow and empty.

So this is a good song for me today.

Video pinched from YouTube

Lyrics Copyright 1994 David Gilmour & Polly Samson

Maudlin diatribe Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Friday, June 26, 2009

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Super-duper ultra-secret!

I had hinted yesterday that I was involved in a super secret project... And here's a few more details.
Almost every year the Tiki Bar sponsors the "Great American Raft Race" in "The Beautiful Industrial Canal" here in Clewiston. Me and three of my buddies decided to enter. John and I have spent the past week or so constructing the raft in his breezeway. The rules of the race are fairly simple, NO boats or manufactured hulls, has to be home-made, human powered and at least 4' wide and 8' long.
This afternoon the vessel will have it's "shakedown" cruise in the basin. We've even named it, "The Damn Yankee Clipper" and we believe we have the winning design. The race kicks off on Saturday the 27th. at 2PM.
While John and I discussed the design, we pondered all sorts of things, like hydrodynamics, water flow and speed. But the most important thing was buoyancy. With the four of us on the damn thing, it's got to float over 800 pounds of idiotic middle-aged drunk men. We think it'll work, but in case it doesn't we'll all have personal floatation devices, like a beer cooler.
Since John and I have done most of the work in the construction of the vessel, the other two crew members, Skip and Ron have been tasked with the purchase of all the frosty-cold adult beverages on Saturday.
I think that's a fair trade.
No photos yet of the vessel, because they're still classified Tippy~Top, Super~Duper, Ultra~Secret.
Keep your fingers crossed and wish us luck in the race Saturday!
Drunken rant Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Didn't I...

For the last several weeks it's been stinking hot. well over 100 F every day for the last two weeks and with the humidity, the heat index has been near 108 F. But no rain or storms to speak of for a while.
Living in Florida, I simply love the thunderstorms that roll through every afternoon this time of year. Violent weather is great! Anyway, since we haven't had a good storm in a week or two, Monday night I felt like relaxing with the sounds of nature CD I have... Rain forest thunderstorm. 53 minutes of booms and crashes and rain pelting the leaves of jungle vegetation. Set up for continuous-loop, I went to sleep in pure bliss.
Around 6:45 Tuesday morning I arose, shut off the CD player and went to the bathroom to do my morning business... As I busied myself I heard thunder. WTF? Didn't I just shut that thing off? Just then I saw a flash of lightning out my bathroom window. Duh. It's a real storm! I laughed and put on the weather channel.
It rained and stormed all day yesterday, well into the evening. Which put on hold another project I'm working on with my buddy John. I'll tell you about that later, because for right now it's Super-Duper, Tip-Top, Ultra Secret. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
Anyway, not much else going on here in Hot, humid Florida at the moment.
Inane drivel Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Smoke Nazis

Yesterday, our new God King, BO, signed into law the latest and strongest anti-tobacco legislation in a while. This gives the FDA sweeping powers. Just what we need. an even bigger and stronger Government.
No more "Lite" or "Low Tar" smokes, bigger warning labels, no more advertising directed at children...
Now wait just a damn minute. Advertising directed at children? I've never seen cigarette ads targeting children. It's just an excuse to get more intrusive into our lives.

Tell you what, Denis Leary was right. You can have all the warning labels you want. Have a black pack and call them tumors and we'll still smoke them!

Like one day we'll all look at the packs and say "Holy shit! These things are bad for you! I thought they had vitamin C in them and shit!"

It's legislation of morality. Someone else is shoving there morality down my throat once again. It didn't work in the 1920's & 30's with Prohibition and it's not going to work now.
For me it's not just a cigarette, it's a crutch. I know someday I'll quit, but that up to me to decide. Not some bloated government bureaucracy.
I'm getting sick and tired of being a second class citizen just because I smoke. I don't smoke in your house, your car and pretty much mind my own business.
Stay the fuck out of mine!
Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Monday, June 22, 2009

Music Monday!

Saint Of Me @ Yahoo! Video
Thought I'd start something new... Music Monday! And what better song to launch MM that none other than the Rolling Stones doing "Saint of Me"... And apt song for me, because you'll never make a saint of me either!
I'm also going to be bringing back Funny Foto Friday also, starting this coming Friday, so look out for some irreverently funny fotos!
Video pinched from Vahoo, drivel Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Who says there's no God?

For a long, long time I've kept my mouth shut for various reasons, on various subjects. My friends and family have been hounded by my ex-wife and ex-mother-in-law, getting emails and phone calls telling all of them I'm a dangerous sexual predator... I've done nothing except try to move on from a failed marriage in 2004 and tried to live my life (except my rants here) in relative obscurity and tried to just get on with my life as best I could, doing what I've always wanted to do. Be a railroad engineer.
As recently as March of this year, a dear friend of mine who's now back in the UK received several emails from a "Ma Gallina" who is otherwise known as my ex-MIL, a one Nancy Vineski. How apt a name. Mother Hen doesn't know Chicken Shit. How do I know this? Well, my dear friend in the UK's family just happens to own a fairly well-off Internet security company and she found out all kinds of spiffy things like emails sent and received, to whom, dates and times from all different email addresses. IP's and URL's, names of actual persons who signed up for email addresses... All kinds of things I, and my attorney was very happy to receive.
I've done absolutely nothing to these people except for time and time again ask them to just leave me, my friends and family alone but they still continue to hound me.
I'm the bad guy because their wonderful daughter, who I was married to for over 7 years, decided that she was tired of me and decided to toss me out like the dirty dishwater. Her dope-smoking, ex-coke-head, defaulting on her student loans daughter. The daughter who failed out of Mansfield University because she was too busy partying, even though she had a full ride thanks to her grandmother. The daughter who I, through the help of my sister got her a job making more than she'd ever made in her life back in Philadelphia. The daughter who had a 425 credit rating when we met who I helped repair with MY money that I was making. I had a 875 Rating at the time.
Well, I was upset for a while, who wouldn't be? But I moved on. In the spring of 2004 I took a job with a railroad contractor out-of-state and was travelling, operating heavy equipment for this company in places like West Virginia, Kentucky and Ohio. Far, far away from Arizona where I still lived. I'd be gone for 6 to 8 weeks at a time, and then home again for 2 weeks.
I'd be home a day or two, and a Deputy Sheriff would be pounding on my door... The charges and claims? I'd vandalized and destroyed the well at our house... I'd come in like a thief in the night and let the horses out of the paddocks... I checked the reports and all the times I was alleged to have done this I was over 2,000 miles away in the east, working. I had airline tickets, motel receipts and pay stubs to prove I was nowhere near the house.
How could I vandalize the house in Arizona and be in West Virgina or Kentucky at the same time?
I couldn't. Unless I've been able to finally figure out how to warp the space~time continuum.
Also, We had put the house up for sale and were going to split the equity. Did that happen? No, of course not. Every time I'd call the Realtor I was told that my ex-wife refused to let her show the house... There had been several offers but I was told she couldn't get into the property, and then I wasn't informed of the offers.
She let the house go into foreclosure, in spite I guess, just so I didn't get half the equity.
$45K down the shitter, on spite.
When after several months of her constant hounding, like getting play-by-play recordings on my voicemail (which my attorney still has along with the phone records) of my ex and her cowboy of the week playing in the bedroom of MY FUCKING HOUSE, I finally decided to pack up what I could fit into my car and head out of Arizona for good.
Unfortunately, I left my old computer with my entire address book intact and then the messages and emails started coming into my friend's and family's in boxes. I lost two really good relationships because of that. Even though I sent several Registered Letters to her attorney asking to be left alone. I didn't show up at the divorce hearings because I figured it was better just to let her have everything and just be left alone. I left Arizona in the Fall of 2004 with what I could fit into a 1994 Ford Taurus, leaving everything else behind. Books, photographs, personal mementos from my childhood. Everything.
One of the things I left there was a 1997 Ford F-250. I gave it to her basically, because without my credit rating at the time we'd have never have been able to afford it and I knew I'd never be able to afford it on the road the way I was at the time. It was still owned by the bank and we were still paying on it. At some point after I left Arizona, she stopped paying on it . How do I know this?
Well, after I left and made my way from Arizona, to West Virginia, then to Florida I spent the summer working on a Railroad in Twin Falls, Idaho... One day there was a knock on the door. It was a repo agent from the bank looking for the F-250! I told them (it was now the summer of 07') I hadn't seen that truck since May of 04'... You know what they told me?
My "ex-wife" told the bank I was the one that had the truck! Nice, honest woman she is, isn't she? She still had the truck, not paying a red cent on it, and told the bank I was the one who had it!
I believe that's called "fraud"
But yet again, I'm the bad guy.
The already mentally-unstable woman I was living with at this point (who, albeit stupidly, I moved back down here to Florida with) was now convinced I was some deranged, psychopath/serial killer/child molester/pedophile because of the bullshit this family told her. I know now this woman found my ex-wife's email address in a really old email of mine and started writing to her without my knowledge... And there's the crux. They fed this already deranged woman a line of bullshit and she took it, hook, line & sinker.
My ex-in-laws still can't leave me alone. No matter where I am or what I do, they're there breathing down my back.
Like I said, I'm the bad guy though.
But the other day I was doing a Google search and found this little tidbit of information and really had to laugh out loud! Check this out:
Or this:
Or This:
Read it all. It's a heavy, long read... But that is my wonderful Ex-brother-in-law... Mr. William Stafford, son of Mrs. Nancy Vineski. I wonder how he's enjoying Allenwood Federal Penitentiary? 54 months is a long, long time.
Nice guy to rip off old ladies and shut ins, isn't it? This is the same guy who showed up to my wedding with his 13 YEAR OLD child bride, who instead of staying with her 38 YEAR OLD husband, spent the day playing with my 11 year old niece! Don't believe me? I'll let you talk to my family. They'll tell you exactly what went down the day of my wedding.
The same guy who was kicked out of Annapolis for smoking dope.
The same guy who had an airline pilot's job with a major airline (who I forget which one or I'd name it) but was fired because he had a $200 a day coke habit, never to hold a pilot's license again.
Who at 38 married a 13 year old legally in Pennsylvania, whom I'm pretty sure paid off her parents with a large sum of money to get them to give parental consent.
But time and time again I'm attacked because I'm the bad guy. I'm the child molester. I'm the sex fiend.
But again, Karma is a fickle Bitch and what ever goes around comes around.
Allenwood may only be a minimum security prison, but it's still prison.
Nice guy, ain't he?
You, Mrs. Vineski, are a World Class Hypocrite. Like most self-proclaimed liberals, it's only ok when it's YOUR family or goes along with YOUR skewered beliefs. You've raised two wonderful, thoughtful and honest children, haven't you?
Sometime ask Cathy how many times she would talk to me about Jane dying and how much money she was bound to inherit... She couldn't WAIT until that woman died and she was counting the dollars every day. She would salivate! I used to hear about that daily. How we had to visit her to make sure we got the inheritance. How I would suffer through visits with that insufferable cunt just to make Cathy happy. Ask her why I never saw a dime of the $13K from MY mother's estate. Why I couldn't get home in time to say goodbye to my dying mother because your wonderful wife was to busy running up credit card debt in my name and couldn't afford to let me find out, because she was to busy squirreling away the money to leave me. Oh, and let's not forget the pregnancy and the miscarriage that there was no possible way I could have been the father, because she'd basically cut me off from sex at that point, and was in Atlanta on "Business" the requisite 12 weeks prior to me finding out?
But remember, I'm the bad guy. I'm the terrible monster.
Go ahead and do a Google Search on my name... You all have it. No prison sentences, no sex-offender registries, no nothing. Nada. Nil. Zip. Not even a Goddamn parking ticket.
And some people still wonder why in the world I can be so bitter.
I don't know. You tell me.
Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

If you've got to ask what's in it...

You don't want to know...
Most of you who know me know I was born and raised in Philadelphia and lived there most of my life until 1998 when I moved to Arizona. I really haven't been back except for a few short visits over the years, and besides my family, the only thing I really miss is the food.
Some things you can only get in the Southeastern Pennsylvania/South New Jersey area... Like Scrapple.
I love the stuff. Don't ask what's in it, just eat it. It's good. Because if you ask, you'll lose your appetite. Along with Cheesesteaks and REAL Italian Hoagies, for the longest time you couldn't get this yummy stuff anywhere else. Or so I thought.
So what do my eyes see when I was at the local grocery store here in Florida yesterday?
Yep... Scrapple! I got some and now it's in my freezer until I can remember how to cook the stuff.
Now all I need to find is some Taylor Pork Roll and I'll be a very happy camper indeed!
Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Today's LAT crossword...

Todays was a bear... Took me almost three hours to finish it... The one big problem I had was 28 across... Was "Babs'" Not "Barb"

Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Friday, June 12, 2009

Friday LAT crossword...

Ok... I finished the Friday LAT crossword, but a few answers have me a little confused. 18 Down, clue was "Drudge" and I'd thought it was "Plod", but it seems it was "Plan". Also, 22 Across, "Tar Heel State university" should have been "Eton" but "Elon" was what I got, because 11 Down "Having No Effect" was "Null".
Maybe I'm wrong...
I've been there before, just ask my ex-wife!
Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

These boots were made for walkin'

In our Union Contract we're provided vouchers for the required steel-toe safety boots every 12 months. The Red Wing Shoe truck shows up, we try on a pair, hand over the voucher and walk out with the boot of our choice. My boot of choice is the 6" lace-up steel-toe. $189 retail. As I said we get new boots every year, but me being the way I am I'll wear a pair of boots until they're falling off my feet. The above pictured pair I got in August of 06' when I started here... I've worn them almost religiously for the past three years.
At some point they looked like this, but since about 85% of my job is walking I get a lot of miles out of my footwear and it won't take long for them to resemble the previous photo. I have to tell you, they're the most comfortable pair of boots I've ever had the pleasure to wear. After only about two days of "break-in", they feel like high-end sneakers and you feel like you're walking on air.

Today I'm retiring my old boots and will start the break-in process of the new ones. I've still got another pair still in the box, brand new I got last year. I'm amassing Red Wing boots like Amelda Marcos. In a few months I'll get another voucher for another pair of boots. Happiness in well -made footwear! Being ex-infantry I really do appreciate good shoes!

Life is good.

Photos & meaningless drivel Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I'm A Daring Puzzler...

Today's LAT crossword... Done in ink. Nothing ventured, nothing gained!
Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

All Hail The God~King!

I thought he was going to fix everything? He promised that the unemployment rate wouldn't go past 8% if we spent all this money in the "Stimulus Bill"...

What the fuck, over?

The national unemployment rate is now almost 10%.

Did you know that more money has been spent by the US in the last six months than it cost to fight WWI, WWII, Korea and Viet Nam?

Remember the late 1970's with Jimmy Carter?

Hold on tight people and get ready for 21% interest rates again!

Video pinched from YouTube, diatribe Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Monday, June 08, 2009

Hmmm... A nice Vindaloo & Curry

Smells like Vindaloo & curry... I wonder what part of "Do Not Touch Wires, 900 Volts, 25,000 watts" this guys din't understand in Sanskrit?

Not for the sqeamish...

Nothing much to write about today. I'm not feeling all that great and I'm going to bed early.

Video pinched from Ebaums World.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Don't try this at home!

I'm what you would call a Professional Nutcase.
Early Sunday morning, around 4 AM or so, I was awakened by the taste of blood in my mouth and felt something else in there too. I switched on the light and spit out what I found to be a sizable chunk of my rearmost left bottom molar. This tooth had been dead for almost 15 years since a root~canal was done on it in the mid 90's. I had no idea how it happened, because I didn't eat anything hard or chewy the night before... My evening before bed snack was a cup of blueberry yogurt. The blood was from the filling that was in the tooth that now was razor sharp and slicing into my tongue.
Reverting back once again to my military training, I "Adapted & Improvised" Finding my MacGuyver Tool (Leatherman Tool, and if I have to explain who MacGuyver was, you're too young!) and decided what to do next.
There is a spiffy pliers function, but since this was way in the back I knew I wouldn't be able to do much with that...
So I did the next best thing... There's a pretty cool rough side/fine side file...

Hmmm, sez I. Methinks I know what I'll do!

I went to the bathroom, and looking in the mirror I slowly and gently filed the rough edges off of the remaining filling and jagged edges of the remaining enamel, saving my tongue from further injury.

Problem solved!

RT's Home Dentistry!

I'll have to get it fixed soon, but since My COBRA is going to cost me over $600 a month, I'll deal with it until I get back to work at the end of August when my health & dental kick back in.

Photos & insane commentary Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Saturday, June 06, 2009

I've got my hands full with this one...

A while back I mentioned that I had another task this summer... That was getting the bar up and running at my American Legion post. Well, the other day I finally was able to gain access to the building to take some measurements and some pictures. I've got my hands full with this one.

As you can see, the bar had been framed out, electricity wired and water plumbed in, but that's all. It's been sitting like this for over five years. Here's where it gets difficult. One thing is I was told that there was beer coolers, TV's, an ice maker and the rest of the materials to finish the bar right in the building. Well, guess what. None of that crap was found on my search.
Second thing is they've been using the room for storage for years, and there's no place else to put this shit. Tables, chairs, supplies for the kitchen all thrown in the room Helter Skelter.
Look at this pile of shit! And I'm supposed to do all this shit myself. I'm Begining to think I should just toss in the towel because I know I'm not going to get any help. The few other members that are active have been thumping the bible in my face every time I bring the bar up and have been fighting me every step of the way...
There is a pool table, seen here buried under shit. Another snag I'm hitting now as I told them the material we need isn't there, is the money. They have no concept on how much this is really going to cost. I did find out there's a cabinet shop in town that's willing to donate the finish materials on one condition... Name the lounge after the owner's Grandfather. My question to this was ok, was the Grandfather a member of the post?
Alright. Was he a Legionnaire?
Ok... Was he a veteran?
Again, the answer was no.
What the fuck, over? How the fuck do you expect me to name a bar at a veterans club after a non-Legionnaire and non-vet? I can't in good conscience no matter how much free material we get. I'm sorry, but I still have principles.
So leads to another thing. I can't do all the carpentry myself, and my buddy John said he'd help... But it is his business, as he's a general contractor. I'd have to pay him and they're balking at that now.
Not to mention the costs of a ice machine, beer coolers, a few TV's, bar stools, a cash register, an alarm system, glassware...
Rock-bottom bare minimum is going to be around $15k.

Another thing I brought up at the meeting was the need for a dumpster. They won't spend the money for that either. On guy suggested that we'd just take the bar trash to his house and put it out with his garbage like they've been doing for so long and I laughed at that. They have no idea how much garbage a bar will produce.
Some want the bar but aren't willing to pay for it. Some don't want the bar at all because it's against their personal beliefs and are jamming their morality down everyone's throats.
I don't give up to easily. A throwback to my Army days... "Continue Mission" and all that other happy horseshit.
But I think this time this Ranger is going to pass on this mission.
It's suicide.
Photos and diatribe Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Thursday, June 04, 2009

A new T-Shirt

It's been quite a while since I plugged my t-shirts, so if you'll cast your eyes to the right slightly while reading this you'll see a box with a white T-Shirt emblazoned with "I HEART Ranger Tom!"
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Anyway, the other day I saw a hilarious bumpbersticker and I just thought "Ive got to plagiarize that and put it on one of my T-Shirts!"
So I did.
"A village in Kenya is missing it's idiot"
So do yourselves a favor, move your cursor over the T-Shirt to the right, click on it and a small pop up will appear... And check out my whole line of irreverent T-Shirts today! They're quality made Hanes brand and chock full of RT-isms.
They're also pretty reasonably priced and I only get a small commission for each shirt I sell. As of today my biggest seller is my "INFIDEL" shirt. Apparently an entire US Marine company bought one for each of it's Jarheads before they deployed last year.
So don't delay, get yours today!
Oh, and one more thing I almost forgot. You can get them in any color you want, as long as it's black.
Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Brothers In The Night

This is my first~ever attempt at making a video with MS Moviemaker. I spent most of the day Monday putting it together with a few personal photos and mostly pictures I pinched from the interweb. I even figured out how to post it on YouTube and then embed it here. I'm proud of myself!

The song is "Brothers In The Night" by Ray Kennedy. If you've ever seen the movie "Uncommon Valor" with Gene Hackman you'll remember it was used in the closing credits. As the song was never released as a single I played hell trying to find it.

Anyway, I'm going to put another video together for Saturday, 6 June, to commemorate the Normandy Invasion using the same song.

Please let me know what you think!

"Brothers in the Night" Copyright 1983 Ray Kennedy

Pictures pinched from the Interweb

Other senseless drivel copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden

Monday, June 01, 2009

Happy B-Day Robin!

All day Sunday I was at a very good friend's house, Robin, to help celebrate her birthday. Here her Husband Jimmy is cooking ribs on his new Mangrill!
Now that's a grill! even though it's gas, it's on hell of a grill! I prefer charcoal, but this is one testosterone~laden grill if I don't say so myself!

Robin, the Birthday Girl! She's been a really good friend since I've moved here... She's one of the bartenders at the Tiki, and like all the staff there, she's made me feel like family since I'm alone with no family here. Happy B-Day sweetie!
Some of my best buddies here in Florida, John, Alice his lovely wife, Skip and Terry, his lovely wife showing up on their Harleys...
The party can start!
John, Robin & Jo

Where's the beer?
Jo, Me, John, Alice & Terry hamming it up.
Jethro relaxing on his Heritage Softtail... (look at his belt and you'll know why I call him Jethro!)

Another Bud of mine, Randy and his lovely wife Michelle enjoying the ribs.

The band "DownTime" playing some good old rock and country!
Time to head out...
Jethro's finally awake!
They are a really good band!
Whataya mean there's no more beer!!!!
It was a really good day, I had a shitload of fun. Everyone had a lot of laughs and I hope Robin had a great day too, witch was what this was all about anyway! Happy B-Day again Robin!
Copyright 2009 Thomas J Wolfenden