Nice Party Last Night

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I went to the Men’s Night Out at the Harley dealership last night. I had a great time and there was a great turn out. Food was good and the staff was there on the clock to help us enjoy the night, and to make additional sales. I bought Nina’s Christmas present there, on sale! Thanks Tiffany.

I talked to Dennis this morning. Dennis is working with, I’m assuming, a committee about changing helmet laws. It sounds like this will be a very controversial issue if and when this gets submitted before the legislature this coming spring. I know that the anti-helmet people don’t want any law that restricts their choice. I’ll wear mine no matter what.

Anyone that reads this want a couple of dogs? Levy is looking to give his 2 pups away prior to moving out. He doesn’t see much chance that he’ll be able to keep them at his next living arrangement. I think the 2 of them total 50 pounds. Any interest, call 505-652-2085. he can send pictures. He’d prefer that they stay together, but he will separate them if needed.

ML is ranting again. Last night and now this morning. NINA, adjust her drugs to shut her up. Last night the rants were so varied that Nina had to write them down to tell me after the party. Now she’s ranting about the fact that we’re doomed because we don’t have Bell phone services and this has morphed into a rant about the sluttiness of women these days. And as quickly as I’m typing this, we are now reliving the depression and how people were better back then than they are now. People are animals and nothing better. Lions have more honor than we do. It’s amazing how strange than mind is. For a person that has never had sex, she’s sure an expert on the topic, in her own mind. She had plenty of offers mind you, but none of them were German and she promised Papa that she’d never marry anything but a German. Will someone kill me now? Please? Don’t make me do this myself.

My life is stranger than your life!
That does not mean that I’m enjoying it, it’s just strange.

More b.s.

Erin went with me to Old Fartz today. She was quite popular, even being the shy little creature she is at times. I explained her presence as “If Caroline can bring her sister (a nun), I can bring my granddaughter.”

We went to Harley again, I had to buy her a patch for her motorcycle vest. Pics to follow soon I hope. She terrorized the female staff there again. SFH-D is now her favorite place for me to take her. This is what I was informed as we drove home.
Me: “Better than Burger King?”
Her: “Yes Pake, the girls there are all my friends!”
Me: “Who’s your favorite?”
Her: “I forget her name, but she’s the tall one.”
Me: “Tiffany?”
Her: “That’s the one!”
I’m petitioning for a dealership name change to Santa Fe Harley Davidson and Daycare.

General B.S.

  • I’m really getting sick of the Christmas sale emails! I get them from online retailers, brick and mortar retailers, credit card companies, Paypal, companies I’ve never used before, and companies that sell me my pens.
  • As quick as I delete them, they reappear it seems. Most of them are companies I enjoy shopping with online and while I’m tempted to mark them all as spam, I would hate to miss that occasional great deal.
  • It’s hard to believe that Christmas is next week. This year just screamed on by. Next on the email agenda, post Christmas sales! You just can’t freaking win.
  • Words With Friends. I hate that game! I agreed to play WWF with Johnson and now I’ve got 4 games going with different people that noticed I’m playing it. Scrabble allows you to click on a square and then type the word in place, WWF doesn’t. You have to move the tile manually to each square with the mouse. Scrabble takes most words, including a lot of common usage slang, WWF doesn’t.
  • Ed, if you’re reading this, you suck.
  • WWF is just a scrabble rip off.
  • Erin is mine all day today. both Nina and Tori have plans that don’t include her and we are going to do some stuff today. I’m not sure what she has planned for me, but I’m sure that it’s not going to be a good thing for me.
  • Thursday I’m going to a party at Harley. Men’s night at SFH-D starting at 5:30. Then on Saturday evening we have the dealership Christmas party starting at 6:00.
  • Done.

Cold, OK. Hot, sorta OK. Humid, Ehhh. Snow, OK. Rain, OK. I hate this damned wind though!

I can’t remember the last time we had such severe winds. It was a nightmare driving today. The only time it was bearable was when we were headed east on I-40 and then it had me running 100 m.p.h. with no effort on the part of the engine.

We picked up Erin from Dilia today. She’s dressed in all purple and she’s got a cut thumb from peeling potatoes with Belle. Once we got home, I had to make a customized bandage for her thumb, something that is pretty common here. Her fingers are so tiny that we don’t have Erin sized bandaids here. It cut into her nail bed.

Nina and Erin are decorating the Christmas tree as I type this. That little tree is gonna get overloaded with ornaments.

Last night’s party

  • Last night’s HOG party was a fun evening. We learned a lot about each other and had a nice meal catered by The Ranch House.
  • Drove home at 10:45 through a blinding snow storm which quit dead 5 miles from home. Not sure if the storm cause accumulation west of us, but we got nothing!
  • For once the weatherliar got it right.
  • We’re picking up Erin today.
  • I’m going in February to POT for HOG with Nina. I forget what the P stands for but the OT means officer training. It will be in Albuquerque and the dealership is paying for it. There’s supposed to be 900 other HOG members there and there will be a lot of networking between groups. I can’t wait.
  • That’s it for now. More later, maybe.
No Pithy Saying Today. Sorry.

Saturday’s Breaking News!

  • OK, breaking news is a bit strong. I got nothing really, just the usual b.s. that rules our lives.
  • Tori and Michael went out to dinner and a movie last night, and HE PAID. Must feel nice having the true definition of a boyfriend for once Tori? Your mother never paid when we were dating. for that matter, she still doesn’t.
  • Does that make Nina a cheapskate? Probably not.
  • Yesterday, Nina and I did Steaksmith again. Normally I do the primed rib, but I went for the filet and a baker. Nina did the fish as usual.
  • Tonight we’re going to the Pearson’s house for a “getting to know you” dinner and meeting. They own the H-D dealership and this is an officer’s meeting.
  • Talk of snow out here. I’ll believe it when I see it. I’m pretty sure I could kill any chance of snow by getting my plow ready.
  • Oh boy, the weatherliar said we could have as much as 1 foot of snow overnight!
  • Tori just left. They had a nice time last night.
Over thinking kills your happiness.

One last edit to this posting. I am greatly disturbed by Tori’s new boyfriend’s name. Michael. Tori and Michael. Every time I hear that I think of Michael Levy, the lecherous bastard that lives near us. It’s just wrong. Tori, Michael needs to change his name. Sorry, but that’s the way it has to be.

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Breakfast with Andy

  • Andy and I did the breakfast thing. Left at 7 a.m.
  • We went to The Spic and had a nice breakfast.
  • Talked about a bunch of different things.
  • Went to Las Fuertes, a ghost town and wandered there a bit.
  • Made it home by 9 a.m.
  • Talked to Ed today, again.
  • Tiffany called me again. I’m going to see her this afternoon.
  • Nina’s coming with me. Tiffany’s my salesperson at Harley.
  • Nina got her appliances fixed today. She’s happy again.
  • We got our new insurance cards today. We are insured.
  • I’m amazed. Nina originally applied and failed. I redid her application and made some creative changes to her facts and we have insurance.
  • Some shit never changes.
  • Peace out.

I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.