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Ramblings about me & my family.

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No, Not That, You Pervert, Maybe Later After Some Eggnog.

Oh yeah, Christmas time. I've seen a lot "bah humbug" on the Interweb this year, what with the economic situation being in a slump and all.

Even though we may not be able to purchase a lot of things this season, we know we can at least see a good Christmas light presentation at the malls. The "Twelve Days of Christmas", "Winter Wonderland", and other such various secular, non-offensive Christmas carols provide themes to base a huge, yet tasteful, set of mall Christmas decorations upon.

However, if you've lived down here in the South for any substantial length of time, you should know one of the best kept Yuletide secrets we have here in the heart of Dixie. We rednecks don't go to the malls to see the best displays of Christmas lights in town. Oh no.

We go to the trailer parks.

...continue reading "AOFM – The Best Kept Secret About Christmas in Dixie."

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Hey there anybody who may have come to this website before and saw it in perfect working order, I'm Angry Old Fat Man, husband of the (part-time) romance novel author Mary Anne Graham.

I created and maintain this website for my wife, but I've been horribly neglectful in that duty for the past couple of years. So much so, the core software for the site, WordPress, went through several generations of updates, but I never changed the website.

Fast forward to this past week, when I was looking for something I posted here many years ago. It turns out that the new webhosting company that has our site stored on it stopped supporting the older version of WordPress (and version of PHP, the computer language it is written in) that our site was based on.

In other words, the website was broken. Big time.

But I blew the dust off of my old IT professional hat and went to work on it.

And now? VOILA! It's working again. No need to praise or thank me, just hire somebody to install a stripper pole in my house and some redheaded strippers to demonstrate how it works. 😀

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Hey peoples, it's me, the Duck (and Dog) Lady's husband.

It's been a long year. As a matter of fact, it's been a couple of long years. We've seen all sorts of insanity in our society recently. It's been so crazy, satire is no longer possible, since any crazily absurd thing you can say for humor's sake just comes true.

I made a YouTube video back in January 2021 where I made predictions about the deleterious things that were going to happen. Sure enough, the large majority of them have come true, and many of them that haven't yet come true have been proposed by politicians and/or bureaucrats.

Scroll down to my entry of July 14, 2022 to see it.

Right now, I want to wish you all a merry Christmas. In our economic downturns nowadays, most of us still have joy in our hearts and have enough ingenuity to share this joy with our loved ones. Those of us who are better off have even shared with complete strangers. Bless them.

Anyway, there is no joy greater than our recognition that our Lord and Savior was born over 2,000 years ago, and He is still leading us out of our darkness today.

Luke 2: 1-16 (KJV)

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.
(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)
And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)
To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.
And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.
And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.

Now for some pictures of the Graham Christmas tree, festooned mostly with acrylic snowflake ornaments with pictures of my sons from Christmases past.

And of course, a stand-alone framed decoration with our first of EIGHT DOGS IN THE HOUSE, Pixie Bear.

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Wowzers, long time no blog, my chitlins. The Angry Old Fat Man here, and I'm still angry, old, and fat. A tiny bit less in the fat department, but the rest of the adjectives have gotten much worse.

Lots of health issues for Yours Truly since the last post, but no need to go into all that. Suffice it to say I'm still alive, no matter how some hospitals and/or doctors have tried to snuff me out.

Crazy Duck Lady has been trotting along as well, working from her laptop while sitting on the couch, being accosted by her boss and our little yippy dogs, all six of them. We had ten of them in the house at one time because our Bishon-Yorkie-mix mother dog was so prolific, but I couldn't put up with that many indoor dogs, so we sold the ones Mary Anne could part with.

So much for catching you up to the latest in our personal lives, now let's move on to everybody else today. We seem to be residents of Clown World in 2022. Everything is nowhere near common sense reality. Some people have even forgotten what a woman is, and forgotten any biology they were taught in elementary school. Why is all this happening? Mainly because the clowns took over and got Trump thrown out and replaced with... Joe Biden.

Back during the 2020 Presidential election, I predicted what would happen to us Americans under a Biden administration. To show any-and-everyone how absolutely clairvoyant I am, I made a Youtube video where I stated all of my predictions, which also date-stamped them.

Two years later, practically all of them have come true.

I'll put a link to the video below for your perusal:

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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.

A little while after their eyes opened.

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.

Dad.

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Hey there, Fatty McMadDude here.

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.

In the meantime, love and anger, boys and girls.

Angry Old Fat Man

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Angry Old Fat Man here.

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, signing off.

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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:

Happy Holidays to you and your kin!