The Wedding Party

I do mean PARTY!!! This is the best looking bunch of bridesmaids I've seen. The first brunette from the right will be married this coming spring. The three little ones are grandchildren.

Best idea yet,

Stand up for your right to not be controlled by the perpetually offended. From an E-mail.


I will be making a conscious effort to wish everyone a Merry Christmas .. My way of saying that I am celebrating the birth Of Jesus Christ. So I am asking my email buddies, if you agree with me, to please do the same. And if you'll pass this on to your email buddies, and so on... maybe we can prevent one more American tradition from being lost in the sea of "Political Correctness".

If your chosen religion, or non religion, as the case may be, does not have a holiday of significance to you, at this time of year, please feel free to enjoy mine. This enjoyment is not conditional on belief, but rather, on your good will, and tolerance. This is not a licence to change my holiday to something other than what it is intended.

Enjoy it, or leave it alone, your choice.

Try to make me feel guilty, or change it from something enjoyable, that comes with a free Ass Kicking.

Don't worry, we'll tell you Merry Ass Kicking, as we cruise out of sight.

How do you put a bow on that?

The Necromantics

I got a call from the Big Kid. He asked if I would like to go with him to see a band that plays Psychobilly Rock (?). The differences in punk music are described in terms I can only call hair splitting. Everyone has their own niche. I don't get to hang out with him much due to work schedules, so I felt any opportunity to hang with the kid was a good time.

I have never been into the punk scene. It is however very amusing. Never have I seen a better collection of Tattoos and nose rings, body piercing, outre hair styles, clothing almost worn, butt cracks and belly adornments, and that was just the girls. The guys were considerably more violent in a, controlled- I'm just dancing kind of way, and less made up. The songs (?) were all too loud and sounded the same. The sound guys are careful to set the system up to the preference of the band, and then turn it up so loud the only thing you can hear is the roar of the bass, words go unheard.

I think I may have some permanent hearing loss.

Some of the girls were cute, particullarly those in short skirts, dancing and occasionally kissing their girl friend. It might have been for shock value, most of the wierdness was a pose to catch the attention of the crowd, not serious perversion.

The Necromantics are showmen all. They sport slanted eraser haircuts, the required black clothes, lots of tats and lots of eye rolling to look like zombies. The stand up base is in the shape of a coffin, and the lead guitar player can make it scream for mercy. With songs like : Necrophilia, Horny in the Grave Yard, Who Killed the Cheerleader, the cheerful atmosphere can only be imagined.

It was a good time. If he asks again I will take some ear plugs, drink more beer and hope no one is stupid enough to pick a fight.

"Slam dance" doesn't mean the same thing to all participants

Marine Night Out

Friday night The Love of My Life and I went to a roof top bar to hang out with the oldest daughter. It felt a little bit odd to be hanging with the kids, not that many kids are comfortable with that, we don't mind but they get a little jumpy.

We sat at the bar where we could watch the door, and there was a lot to see.

This was a haven for the overdeveloped and under dressed. I made a mostly successful attempt to keep the slack jawed shock hidden. I saw several girls doing things that their Momma would 'a had a heart attack did she know. H&11, I got palpitations and I ain't even related!

The guys were more slack jawed than me, and having less luck with the girls. The music was very, very, loud. That might have mattered, if I could have understood a single word, but there was no danger of that.


I got the chance to say thanks to four Marine Aviators, a Captain down to a Warrant. Their decorations, and badges made them Aviators, and each had a Combat Infantry Badge, so I'm guessing each had one tour behind them. They were in Dress Uniform, and having no trouble with the ladies, as you might imagine. These were obviously men, and the boys had no play.

I am making a point to say "Thanks" and shake the hand of as many military as I can.

I got the real chance when one of the Marines went to the bar, I had the bar tender give him his card back and gave her mine.

I didn't lack for service the rest of the night.

The perfect drink

Burbon, ice, enjoy.

Happy St. Patricks Day

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
The Sun shine warm upon your face,
The Rains fall softly on your fields,
And until we meet again ,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand,
May the Lord bless you and keep you,
May the Lord cause his face to shine upon you
and give you peace

This is St Peters Church, The Rock Cashel.

I sit here with a Guinness in hand, I wish each and every one of you the best, on this festive occasion.

And Lastly, may you be in Heaven an hour, before the Devil knows you're dead!