This Week's Arty Nude

The very beautiful Sarah is this week's winner.

This Kills Me

What's The Answer?

I Like This Look

I think gals in glasses is a sexy look. Of course gals in a bikinis wearing glasses work for me as well.

Girls At The Motorcycle Show

I need to get out of the house a little bit more. Look at the cool body paint in the top pic.

Why I'm A Fat Ass

Never mind the whiskey, the bacon sandwich looks good to me.

This Is True

Snow White To Jail

Two Blogs To Follow

Abby is a 16 year old young woman who is solo sailing around the world. She left Southern California a week or two ago and had to stop in Cabo for repairs. So she'll restart the trip from there and end up in Cabo instead of So Cal.

John and Mimi are a retired couple touring Mexico in their RV. I already read George and Ms Tioga, who tours Mexico extensively.

Give them a look if you're interested.

I Forgot

I forgot to tell you all this, but at the Y&T show someone copped a cheap feel of Sandra's boob. She looked at the guy and said "excuse me!" He was drunk and just laughed before melting off into the crowd. She just shrugged it off. Which is a good thing, I'd have hated to go to jail for kicking someone's ass at the show, even someone who deserved it.

Live Music And Karma

Sandra and I actually got out of the house last Saturday night. She got sent home early and took a long nap. So, she was good to go to Santa Cruz to see Y&T. We drove from Clayton to Santa Cruz and got to the Cataylst in time to see the opening band play cover tunes from the 80's.
We met up with my pal from work, Jimmy B, who I've mentioned on the blog a time or two. I haven't seen Y&T since I went to work at the Mercury. They did not disappoint. Its great when a band plays songs that you know and love. Open Fire, Hurricane, Black Tiger, and so much more. I even stomached Summertime Girls. (which is when Y&T jumped the shark)
After a while, Sandra ran out of gas so we left before the end of the show. We had brought Chico with us and left him in the car. He was a good boy and was asleep in the front seat when we got back to the car.
Jimmy B wormed his way towards the front and took some cell phone pics. He found a gold wedding type ring on the floor and showed it to Sandra and I. We told him to turn it in and he did before leaving.
Before leaving, Jim had sat at the bar with some friends of his and they BS'ed for a while. Then Jim got hungry and on the way back over the hill to San Jose he stopped at a diner in Santa Cruz. He went in, sat at the counter and ordered. Sitting behind him was a group of people and one of the guys said "I"ll buy you another ring." Hmmm. Jimmy listens a bit more and turns around to ask the group where they were. When they told him "The Catalyst", Jim told them that he turned in a ring at the front. The guy leaped up and drove back to the club. Soon, he came back with the ring. The gal was so happy she started kissing and hugging Jimmy. As did the two sisters. Everyone was happy and they bought Jimmy's breakfast. Ahhhh, a nice story with a happy ending. Who would have imagined?

This Kills Me

If you google "Al Sharpton Is A Piece Of Shit", my blog post comes up #1. This kills me.

This Is Cool

Grant sent me this. This is a mural in Los Gatos CA.

A Good Quote

“It is, I think, an error to believe that there is any need of religion to make life seem worth living.”

— Sinclair Lewis, quoted by Will Durant in On the Meaning of Life (1932)

This Kills Me

I Like Sunsets Too!

Actually, this is a really good pic of a nice looking gal. Like you never see that on the blog.

This Kills Me

I Watch Chelsea

This is a pretty good shot of late night talk show hostess Chelsea Handler. I watch her show when I'm on days off and its not too bad. She's pretty easy on the eyes and its to my great benefit to see her without clothing. Her show is on the E network.

Super Tramp Stamp

Interesting Tattoo Work

I wonder what the script says on her leg. She can almost be the "Arty Nude Of The Week".

Is This True?

Having never done meth, I can only go by what others tell me.

I'm Going To Hell

This made me laugh.

Work Kills Me

We had a union meeting yesterday that I didn't go to. There was nothing earth shattering to hear, our leadership did say that there's no "negociations" going on for us to take it in the ass over the pay and benefit cuts. I guess our leadership found their balls. Contract time in 16 months is going to be really interesting. Hopefully, I'll be at Safeway by then.

Our shop steward, Dave W, told me that he finally heard exactly what the giveback was that the company asked for. They wanted to take away two weeks of vacation, $3 an hour in pay and 7 paid holidays. I don't think that was going to fly.

My boss put up a memo today telling everyone that if they call in sick over Super Bowl Weekend that they'll have to provide a doctor's note. And, the part of the contract that says we can be fired for sick leave abuse. Its funny that there's no set definition of "sick leave abuse". We get 10 days a year, so if we use all 10, where's the abuse?
We had a guy call in for two days for "sore eyes". Can you believe it? SORE EYES! And what's worse is that the company puts up with it.

Now I Like Brian Johnson Of AC/DC

I've always been a big Bon Scott fan, and have seen AC/DC with Scott singing a couple of times. It was a sad day when he killed himself accidentally by OD'ing on booze and choking to death on his own vomit.
I don't mind Brian Johnson as a singer, and the band has make much more money and sold many more albums with Johnson fronting as they did with Scott fronting.
But in this link, Johnson calls out that pompous ass Bono (of U2) for all the lecturing he does about charity work in Africa. I used to like U2 and I think Joshua Tree is a great album. But Bono is way too full of himself. Good for Brian Johnson.

More Newspaper Truth

While publishers can trim so-called elastic costs by eliminating the op-ed page or shrinking the news staff, they can’t avoid the inelastic expenses required to operate complex manufacturing plants that are used only a few hours a day to make a highly perishable product that must be delivered on a demanding schedule by fleets of human-piloted vehicles.

Alan D Mutter.

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I'm Surprised

According to this link I got from Tony's Kansas City, Missouri leads the nation with 1774 meth lab seizures in 2009. Indiana is #2 and Kentucky is #3. I'd have put my money on my glorious home state of California being #1. Maybe they're just not getting found as often as the ones in these other states.

Another Update

Both my Uncle Fargo and Bev got the letter. Fargo was impressed with how well I write, I didn't have the heart to tell him that I read bloggers who are a hell of a lot better with the written word than I am. I just took the compliment.
I called both Fargo and Bev and we spoke of what I wrote. I told Fargo I'd start on another one and Bev and I discussed the upcoming plans to visit her.
I've been meaning to call Norm, he started school this week and I want to check in with him.

This is all going very well.

Oh, Fargo told me how Peterson Lane got the name. My grandparents lived on the unnamed lane and they were having a party. Norman (my grandfather) was working for the county at the time and he made up a sign that said "Peterson Lane" so he could tell his guests coming from Redding to "turn left on Peterson Lane."
The other family on the lane was so happy to have a sign out on Lake Bl, that they didn't mind Norman naming the lane. The neighbors really cared about Norman and Zona, so it was all good for everyone.

Update

Chico had his balls cut off Monday. Sandra brought him home and he was pretty groggy. He did come out of the cage when I got home and I petted him. When I got up Tuesday he was sitting all calm on the sofa. With the stitches, he's not as able to leap over the fence we have in the doorway. I petted him yesterday and he seemed happy, but not his usual wild self. This is good. He gets the stitches out in two weeks, Sandra will ask the vet then about Chico's separation anxiety.

This Weeks Arty Nude

I like the outdoor pics.

This Kills Me

I only had to write sentences once or twice while in grade school.

Just In Case You Forgot

The word of God is inerrant.

Coolest Stairs Ever

More Second Amendment

This Kills Me

Why?

Why would you ever have the butcher's diagram of a pig tattooed on you?

Poor Katie

I'd Have The Cleanest Car Ever

I'd get my Beetle washed twice a week if it got washed like this.

Upholding The Second Amendment

This is for Rich O and the rest of you Champions of the Constitution.

This Is Cool

This is the original Spiderman these song.

Dog Show

Susan and Trish show their dogs in agility and obedience. There was a big show at the Cow Palace over the weekend and Susan and Trish entered Gotcha and Jack.
Sandra and I got up, ate and drove over to Daly City.( on an aside, there was a question on Jeopardy once that asked what city the Cow Palace was in. The contestant said "Daly City" and was buzzed incorrect. After the show he protested and the show put him on another show to make up for the error)
We got gouged $10 to park and $24 to get in. We sat in the seats by ring 8 and we were in time to watch the dogs. First, Susan came out with Gotcha and they killed it. Gottie did everything as she was supposed to. They walked between human poles, jumped over a fence to get a toy and sat then lied down for three minutes each while Susan walked off and hid.
Sadly, Jack had a mind of his own. He didn't jump over the jump and he didn't fetch the toy. He eventually walked out of the ring and was DQ'ed. Trish mentioned that she may not compete Jack any more, he'll just be a house pet. Its not like that's a bad thing, I wouldn't mind coming back in my next life as Susan or Trish's pet.
When it came time to announce the winner, Gotcha was the hammer. Gotcha loves me and when she saw me she starting barking and stuff. Later, I got to pet her.
It was a nice way to spend the day, but all that dog in an enclosed space set my migraines afire. We came home and I took a long nap.

One Reason

Why would I ever believe in a god that doesn't allow dogs in heaven? Joe Joe treated me better than most people I know and Chico The Dog is pretty loyal to Sandra and I. (at least when he's not making a jailbreak) When I invent my own religion like L Ron Hubbard, dogs will be allowed in heaven.

This Kills Me

I'll never understand how women can put up with that second class bullshit. This quote, "...in Christ there is no male and female." I got from Kriss The Sexy Atheist. S/he says its in Paul's writings.

The Perfect Ball

Its a shame I don't bowl anymore, because Mark found me this.

Yet More Bashing

This Made Me Chuckle

More Truth

Its right in the book.

Truth

Haven't had any bashing on the blog for a while. Click to make bigger.

For The Gang Of Three

When you get a tattoo, they usually cover it in plastic when you leave. You peel it off at the end of the day and put A&D on. Its just like treating an abrasion. And, your tattoo never looks as rich as when its just done. Ink comes up when the tattoo scabs. Still, my tat of Josh is over 10 years old and looks really good.

I Work With Sons Of Bitches

When the Rack Room closed up, they put their stand up fridge in our office. I bought some 2 liter Diet Pepsi's a week or two ago and noticed one of them missing. Now, who would take a caffeine free Diet Pepsi that cost me $1.50.
Well, I drank up what I had and put 6 more Diet Pepsis in the fridge. Yesterday, some son of a bitch stole one of them. So, I work with sons of bitches. I think I'm going to pee in one of the bottles and leave it for them. Knowing my luck and lack of grey matter, I'd probably drink out of the spiked one.

I Want The Middle One

I don't think Sandra will go for this. Poached from Rev.

God Damn Dog

Chico bolted for freedom yesterday. When I got up to leave for work I let him out the front door to pee and he made the jailbreak. He ran through the bushes and up the berm along the side street next to Seeno's Hill. I called him with no success and started to look for him. I saw him way down the street and somehow I lost him again. I figured that he'll come home eventually and walked home.
Sandra drove up and we drove around looking for him along Seeno's Hill. On our way home out in the street in front of the condos we saw Chico running in the street. It was like he was looking for us as we were for him. Sandra opened up the door and he jumped right in like nothing was wrong.

He's getting snipped next Monday. He peed in the office last Monday when I brought him into work, marking his territory. We're hoping losing his balls will calm him down and help cure his barking. Sandra is going to ask the vet about the separation anxiety.

I would not be happy if the dog ran away.

A Lot Of Tattoos

I don't think this is Kat Von D, but this gal has some serious tattoo going on. Speaking of Kat, she was in one of Sandra's gossip papers last week. I think she's hell of sexy.

For The Gang Of Three

I'm Buying This For Boss

What You Don't See Anymore

You know, I haven't seen a roller rink in a long time. I guess there's still one in Milpitas, but that's about it. There was one by Bayfair that I remember going to as a kid, and one in Hayward where I first met the She Devil. That was all a long time ago. They're both gone now.

Beadie

Doesn't this look like Beadie from The Wire?

Naughty Snow White

Oooh, baby.

This Kills Me

Oooops.

Another WTF

Not Too Often

You don't normally see old time pics like this where the gal is showing her panties. Not like I would notice or anything.

Your WTF Pic Of The Week

I've seen the pandas live, in San Diego. In fact I've seen them twice. Both in the off season, so I wasn't rushed in my panda viewing. They didn't do very much, they're quite lazy. I did get film of one of them making poo. The highlight of the trip.

This Is Scary

This has gotta be the most, uh, interesting body modification I've ever seen. A hole in your chin to show your teeth. Hmmmm.

This Kills Me

Don't Worry Sandra

Not even the gals in the drink cart dress like this. What a shame.

This Kills Me

Santa Going To Jail

Hell, they're already at San Quentin. Just toss him in.

A Great Back Piece

The pic could have been taken a little bit better, maybe getting rid of the yellow light. I bet this hurt like a mother.

This Weeks Arty Nude

There's a place in Lincoln County NV called Cathedral Gorge that looks like the background in the above pic. Water has carved away the sandstone and left formations like this one. You can actually walk into the formations. Its a pretty cool place. Sadly, I don't have any pics of it.

This Kills Me

Yep, the shocker on your bicep.

Let's Go Bowling

If it wasn't for the shoulder surgery, I'd be bowling right with this gal.

Dirty Money

Isn't it good to know that 4 of 5 pieces of paper money in the US are contaminated with pot or cocaine? Here's the Snopes link for you doubters. So, if you want to legally carry a lot of money, you may just get hit on by the drug sniffing dog when you're pulled over for speeding.

Good Quotes

Grumbling Old Fart has some good Thomas Jefferson quotes here.

Old Pics From Rich O

The top one is Rich O and I in Tahoe. Look at me in the moustache. OK, ladies, should I grow it back?
Next is Crazy Rich picking up his Yamaha after trying something dangerous. Both he and Charlie always had more balls than I ever did. I was too afraid of getting hurt. Call me a pussy.
The next three are me posing in Nevada, in the open desert of Storey County NV.
Finally, they caught me zipping up after taking a pee out in God's Country.
What great memories to bring back. I really miss dual sporting with Charlie and Rich.

Norman And Me

I'm not too sure that we resemble each other. I think Norm resembles the high school picture I have of Joe, and I look like the 55 year old Joe. I thought we looked a bit alike when we met. Sandra sees the family resemblance.
OK, we picked up Norm on time and on schedule. We walked across the street and had pizza at Round Table. This allowed us to leisurely eat and visit. I had told Norm that I didn't want to interrogate him, I wanted him to talk to me. And that he did. I only asked him a few questions to elaborate on a point he was making. And that was it. Norm spoke for almost three hours. Sandra had to go and pee the dog and do some Wal Marting as Norm and I spoke.
What I got out of it was that Joe was bigger than life and did it on a grand scale. He almost always worked for himself, he mostly ran car lots and wholesaled them. They lived mostly in the Napa area, where Norm and Zona live.
We spoke of Zona and her decision to not come and meet me. I'm disappointed, but once Norm explained some of the issues surrounding my newly found family, well, I can live with it. Norm seems to think she'll come around one day.
I think we took an immediate liking to each other. Norm has made some rather poor decisions in his life and neither Sandra or I judged him on that. I want to move forward with my newly found family, not make people justify the past. Hell, I wasn't even there.
Norm is starting school in a week or two. He wants to be a drug and alcohol counselor. He's had the same girlfriend for almost two years. Bev told me that Norm is in a good place right now. I can only hope that meeting me is only a help to his journey of life.
So, faithful readers, what do you think? Do Norm and I look somewhat alike, or not?

On two asides, this is a cell phone pic. Sandra asked me if my camera was charged and I said it had enough battery left in it. Sadly, when I went to turn it on, it was dead. Stone dead. Way to go, Joe!
The "Oaks" jacket is a replica of a 1947 Oakland Oaks players jacket. I got it at Ebbets Field Flannel (in Seattle) back in the day. Its a $300 wool and leather jacket that they knocked $100 off because it had a slight nick in the leather of one of the sleeves. Like anyone could tell. Its a beautiful garmet. In fact, I wore it one year at Fanfest and an old scrapper recognized what it was. I've lost enough weight so it fits. Its still a short waisted cut. I do like wearing it.

This Kills Me

Thanks to Grant.