• I was Santa @ Harley yesterday. It was a traumatic experience for some kids.  One kid thrashed about so much while I was holding him that his diaper and pants fell off, All the employees were laughing their asses off, thinking that I cared that I was holding a kid that was naked from the waist down, but I am a parent and grandparent and this wasn’t my first rodeo. It’s when the kid started pissing that I showed my true experience, I pointed him at his mother and he peed on her leg. A true iPhone experience for the mother. Thank God the beard covered my face. I’m going to claim it was Herbie that played Santa.
• We had so few kids that after 3 hours I was told I could stop. I’m still pulling white plastic hair from between my teeth. Crappy costume was hotter than hell and fit like shit, but I managed to pull it off.
• One of the pictures made it to FB before I even had the crappy beard off, Tori, and that asshole Johnson had to comment on it. I may be fat, but he’s bald and old looking and I can always loose weigh. . . . who am I kidding, I’ll be fat till I die & I still look better than that pecker.
• I did drive a Ultra off the floor and through the front doors while it was slow and I cruised around waving at cars and kids in the playground. Two of the salesgirls helped me steal the bike. I was told if I don’t bring it back I’ll have to pay for it.
• I tried out a Sportster too, but that never made it out of the parking lot.
• Banking today.
• Erin’s back.
• Erin and Nina wrapped a present for Erin’s doll, Cindy, and she wasn’t allowed to see what Erin bought her. If Cindy reads this blog, ERIN BOUGHT YOU A BED AND A PILLOW!
• There may be some slight exaggeration to some of the above. This is my blog and I can lie if I want to. I did not lie about Johnson being an asshole though.

My Twilight Years at 84. …

If you realize each day is a gift, you may be near my age. As I enjoy my twilight years, I am often struck by the inevitability that the party must end. There will be a clear, cold morning when there isn’t any “more.” No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat. It seems to me that one of the important things to do before that morning comes, is to let every one of your family and friends know that you care for them by finding simple ways to let them know your heartfelt beliefs and the guiding principles of your life so they can always say, “He was my friend, and I know where he stood.” So, just in case I’m gone tomorrow, please know this: I voted against that incompetent, lying, flip-flopping, insincere, double-talking, radical socialist, terrorist excusing, bleeding heart, narcissistic, scientific and economic moron currently in the White House! Participating in a gun buy-back program because you think that criminals have too many guns is like having yourself castrated because you think your neighbors have too many kids. Regards, Clint

Make my day—Pass it on!

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1. Yesterday afternoon, Nina and I volunteered to wrap Christmas presents for the dealership from 1:00 to 6:00. That will never happen again! I SUCK at wrapping. I tore more paper than a shredder at a recycling plant.
2. While there I did promote the chapter to people that were looking at bikes. Several went home with applications and my card.
3. I went to Panda Express while Nina finished up there and I stood in line for 25 minutes to get served. 35 minutes from the time I left HD to the time I returned and PE is just 2 blocks from HD. Not gonna do that again either!
4. I did make 2 friends there last night though. The first was a guy speaking Spanish directly behind me, into my ear. He was talking to a lady behind him so he had to talk LOUDLY.  I finally turned around and asked him if he spoke English, which he did. I then told him to quit shouting in my FUCKING EAR! The whole restaurant got quiet for a few seconds.
5. My second friend was a lady of color that was so important that she cut in front of me as it was my turn. I politely told her that I waited in line for 25 minutes and I would beat her to death if she thought I was going to wait any longer. I then pointed to the end of the line and told her that if I didn’t beat her to death, I’m sure others in that long ass line would be willing to. She left the store.
6. Nope, not gonna do that again. I prefer to eat off prime time and avoid stupid.
7. Doing one of my breakfast events for the HOG group this morning. Going to Harry’s Roadhouse with 22 of my closest friends. These are becoming quite popular with the HOG Chapter.
8. That should be the last HOG event of the year. Next year should be a very good year. We have a good team in place now and I’m having fun doing the newsletter.

All afternoon, wrapping presents at Harley.

This year I will be Santa Claus at SFH-D. The guy that originally agreed to do it backed out. I’ve just finish with my demands for doing this. Well, it’s just one demand. I want elves. Girl elves. Cute girl elves. In stupid elf costumes.

An hour after the Santa thing, we have a Christmas party for the Old Fartz. I’m looking forward to it since the HOG party was so much fun and there’s going to be many of the same people there.

Heading to SF to day to try on the santa suit and pick up some stuff I ordered. I may luck out and the suit doesn’t fit, but I’m not holding my breath.

While I’m glad it’s over, I’m not satisfied. 4½ year probation after 2 years in house treatment in the VA. If he violates, he finishes the remainder of a 6½ year sentence in prison.

I had a long talk with the mother after court. She’s batshit crazy.