It is I, the Angry Old Fat One, and it's been a long time since we last commented. A long time, and a great many events have passed.
First, Dixie Belle became a little dog mommy. She had 4 puppies that my wife, the Loony Tunes Duck Woman, decided to name after Friends show characters - Monica, Phoebe, Rachel, and Ross.
They were the tiniest things I ever saw. They began growing fairly quickly, though, and became a lot more trouble than we could take.
We decided we could find owners for 2 of the 4 puppies, and so Monica and Rachel got a new home. We kept Phoebe, the largest puppy, and Ross (who we jokingly call Boss sometimes), the runt of the litter. But the cutest little guy by far! Dog life is good life right now.
Second, my oldest son turned 30. The big three-oh. He had for a few years requested that I make him a special birthday present - a painting. A seascape much like the one I did back about 33 years ago, that I had hanging in every house we ever lived in. He wasn't very specific about the scene involved, so I decided to model it after a photo of a pier that a hurricane knocked down a few years ago. Also, his brother got some wood from the destroyed pier and set that up as his offering for the birthday.
I finally felt confident enough in my health to do the painting. I found all my tools to do it, took a few days, and now Zack has a framed canvas with my contribution, and it seems he was extremely happy with it. Here it is:
Love you, son. May you see love and happiness for the rest of your days.
2020 is past us now. YAY!
It was an extremely bad year for everyone, mainly because of the virus that never went away. Or at least never did by the time "experts" predicted it would. They said we'd have to put up with it for a few months.
Well, it's 2021 and my family STILL has to wear masks and "socially distance". And now that Biden is President, those things won't be going away any time soon.
Biden will be sitting in the big chair in the Oval Office as of tomorrow, and all of the supposed ills of society caused by Trump won't be going away; as a matter of fact I predict they'll get worse, much worse.
Remember how Obama got rid of racism during his 8 years? Got that economy going into overdrive and made us all rich? Pretty much fixed all of the bad stuff George W. did in HIS 8 years? Well, look for the same sort of fixing to get done with Joe and Kamala. Except even worse.
I would lay out all of my predictions here and now, but there's proper places and times for things and this ain't it.
Good news though. Mary Anne's muse has been whispering to her occasionally and she's been writing a little. Hopefully the muse will start its screaming again and you may see some results from it.
Well, it's the last day of April 2020 and we have been "quarantined" since March. Nothing has really changed around our household. Crazy Duck Lady has worked from home since a couple of years ago, and I've been declared disabled and unable to work.
The Democrats have finally managed to do it. Trump, with his wonderful empowerment to our economy, had been a shoo-in for Prez this year. Now, because of COVID19 (better known as the "coronavirus"), his opponents have shut down practically all businesses and instituted a panic via their propaganda belt, the mainstream alphabet new media outlets. Since knuckling under the "scientists and doctors", Trump's next term is endangered.
The only thing that Trump can look forward to is the opposition nominee bench and its incompetence.
Barring any surprises, Joe Biden is the Dem candidate of choice. Joe not only has cognitive problems (essentially being a senile old fart), but he also has trouble literally keeping his hands off of women. There are innumerable photos of him groping underage little girls, and one very credible case of him digitally (as in, with fingers) raping one Tara Reade a while back. And it's funny how the same people who scream with rage at Justice Kavanaugh for his invented behavior in high school are now dead silent at Joe. That is, the ones who aren't outright calling his victim a liar.
So that's the news for us from months back. We've survived the virus and watched our youngest puppy Dixie growing at a phenomenal rate.
Angry Old Fat Man here, with a stupendous announcement: I got the Christmas tree up! YAY!
We had to get a much smaller tree, thanks to Little Yippy Dog.
We also decided to change up the ornaments. We had a lot of ornaments in various sizes and shapes with pics of our boys in them with Santa. The first several were clear snowflake ones. So we decided to change all of the ornaments to snowflake ones, thanks to Snapins.
We kept a few other ones that were hand-made, but one in particular was metal and glass, and we decided to put the newest member of the family in it:
My and the Crazy Duck Lady's oldest boy came to visit last weekend. He did so to celebrate Mary Anne's and our youngest boy's (Samuel) birthdays, both which fall in August. Here they go, the boys (they're men now, but like my wife, I'll always think of them as my boys):
America landed on the moon on my third birthday. That's right, I was born exactly three years before mankind took their first steps on a different celestial body, our moon.
Unbelievably, there are fools out there who not only don't believe we did this, but also believe we faked the footage live and they advertise this misinformation to influence the young and the extremely gullible:
Thank God we have people who are not only knowledgeable, but have a sense of humor.
There are numerous Internet memes that have an "expanding brain" sequence, which shows a brain and/or spirit expanding from a Homer Simpson sized nugget up to a galactic sized ethereal enlightened soul.
I found one the other day that addressed the moon landing: