Thursday, December 31, 2009


Is this year over already? Boy, does time fly.

The rules: This is your chance to show off which HNT that you posted this year is your favorite! Not someone else's HNT, but your own. And tell us why it's your favorite! Newbies are encouraged to do this as well, even if you've only posted a handful. It can be your favorite for many reasons--because of the circumstances, or because you had "help" taking it, or because you're smiling--whatever... But most important, it's got to be one of YOUR HNTs.

This weeks HNT was even harder for me than lasts weeks. To me, my HNT's represent the good times I've had during the year. How the hell am I supposed to pick just one out of all the ones I did this year? I'll tell you what, it wasn't easy.

Come on! How am I suppose to choose between the HNT about our trip to the Grand Canyon. Or the HNT where I had to give Lori a good spanking for forgetting her camera. How do I not pick the HNT I did about our BFF Jill and her friend Robert's visit? Then there's all the HNTs about the pool parties I had this year.

Since the pool parties out numbered the others, I decided I'd have to choose one of those. There was the one about YOUR invitation to my POOL PARTY OPEN HOUSE next August. The pool parties with friends or the pool parties with family. I finally settled on the Birthday Pool Party HNT.

Settled? That is so NOT the correct word. The birthday pool party was all about lots of drinking, plenty of food, topless chicks, naked asses, skinny dipping, chicks touching each other, a butt rub by me for the poor girl that fell on her bum. I'm trained in first aid so it's okay. And no, it wasn't Lori's ass I rubbed. Don't worry, I told her. And my new under water digital camera, which, BTW, was the best $161 I ever spent. There were 231 pictures taken, but sorry, no pictures, because what happens in my new back yard resort, stays in my new back yard resort and on my laptop. Unless you want a picture of my naked ass. You know something? It's good to be me. :-)

Damn, that was a great party. Yes, I guess this really was my favorite HNT of 2009.


Birthday Pool Party HNT

Last Friday night we had a birthday pool party at my place for one of Lori's daughters. I spent almost all the night in the pool floating around on my noodle.

At one point I decided to float over to the waterfall and check it out.

Don't you just love looking at the waterfall?

Happy My Favorite HNT of 2009!




Thursday, December 24, 2009

Three Christmas Wishes HNT

It's that time of year when Os goes theme crazy. Last week was the Christmas Tree HNT, this week it's Three Christmas Wishes and next week it's our Year's Favorite HNT. This weeks theme is especially difficult. We have to choose just three bloggers, but not someone particularly close to us and come up with the best Christmas gifts ever. Here are the three people and my fantasy gifts for them.

GAB - That vacation her and her husband haven't been on in five years. A two week, all expense paid trip to New York next summer, so her and her husband can attend my pool party.

Mark Leslie - An all expense paid world tour to promote that New York Times #1 best seller he's going to write.

Shumpy - An invitation to travel with Jimmy Buffet on his next tour. Including front row tickets and back stage passes at each venue. All expenses paid of course.

I know this is against the rules, but I have a wish for me. I wish that it would get warm here for a week or so and melt all this damn snow left by that blizzard last Saturday. The weather peeps said we had 19.8 inches, but by my measurement, we had 25.5 inches.


Happy Three Christmas Wishes HNT

Speaking of pool party. I'm having a pool party this coming summer on August 7th. Check out the side bar for the count down clock. Let me know if you want to come to New York for fun and a chance to meet Os and a lot of other fellow bloggers.

Thursday, December 17, 2009


Mr. Osbasso requested we post a picture of our Christmas tree this week. He said that he wanted to see pictures of our "trees", but we all know what he really wants. He want to see us nekkid and the more nekkid the better.

You all know I have no problem with getting nekkid! So without further ado here's my Christmas tree and I both nekkid.


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Merry Christmas to me from the Town of Islip

I received my property tax bill today and my property taxes only went up $150 this year. No, I'm not happy, they are still $9,272.58.

Saturday, December 12, 2009


My outdoor project is finally complete. It took nine months, but today the last thing on the project list was completed!

Wednesday, December 02, 2009


Sorry I missed last week, but my computer crashed and I had several things to make for Thanksgiving. I made mashed potatoes, creamed onions and pumpkin cheese cake. Let me take you through the steps in making the cheese cake.

It was decided that I would make a cheese cake. Like the title says, it really is impossibly easy to make.

Gather all the necessary ingredients.

The first step is always to make a drink. I my case it's a gin & tonic.

I think I'll have another sip.

Carefully measure each remaining ingredient and dump them into a blender.

That was tough, let's have a drink.

Then toast the blender for luck.

Turn on the blender and have another drink.

Spray a 9-inch pie plate, or in my case pie tin with cooking spray.

Holding that button down made me thirsty, so have another drink.

Then pour the mixture into the pie tin.

That blender was really heavy, I think I need a drink.

Pop the pie tin into a preheated 375 F oven for 45 minutes.

Celebrate getting this far with a drink.

While the pie bakes, make the topping. In this case, it's sour cream and a little bit of sugar.

Mix that up and place into the refrigerator until the cheese cake is finished baking.

Since I have to wait for the cheese cake to finish baking, I may as well have another drink

It's taking a long time, so lets have another drink while we wait.

It's finally done baking.

Let's celebrate how good it looks with a drink.

Spread the topping on the cheese cake and refrigerate for at least 4 hours.

Take a drink to celebrate your success.


Wednesday, November 18, 2009


Last Friday I took Lori to a charity auction at the aquarium she works at. Last year we went and had a ball, this year not so much.

Last year they had three hot belly dancers that got me out on the floor dancing with them, a magician, great food, an open bar and a great DJ. This year even the bar sucked. Someone needs to tell the caterer to cut down on the amount of water they water the booze down with. The food was just okay, but the DJ was fine.

I also vote that they get the three belly dancers they had last year next year. No one wants to see a 40-year-old woman and her 65 year old mother belly dancing. No shit, the mom had to be at least 65. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, I went away happy. I won a couple of auctions and Lori and I spent the night in a hotel room that night.

Don't ask, because what happens in Riverhead stays in Riverhead.

I won a silent auction, the "Stop & Shop" $25 gift card for $3 worth of tickets. I was also high bidder for two NY Islander hockey tickets with free parking in the reserved section of the parking lot. The minimum opening bid was $60, so I bid that. Lucky for me I was the only bidder and won. I won two $140 lower level seat with a $10 parking pass. A $250 prize for $60, not bad. Don't tell my son Brian, but since he's a big Islander fan, I'm giving them to him for Christmas. His girl friend and he will love them. They usually sit in the $21 section, three rows from the top. Now they will actually be able to see the puck.

The tickets also came with a commemorative set of hockey cards that are keeping my privates warm in the hotel room in this picture. I haven't decided if he gets them yet. I may want to add the cards to my collection. Come to think it. He wouldn't want the cards if knew where they've been. LOL


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Happy Veterans Day HNT

A little over 41 years ago I was drafted into the United States Army, so that qualified me to get this free meal from Applebees today!

A Fire Pit bacon Burger topped with pepper-Jack cheese and Applewood smoked bacon on a toasted bakery bun smothered with a smoky chipotle spread. That sucker was delicious!!!!!

To make today extra special, I wore my army issued, 40-year old, OD green, army issued socks. How do they look?


Check out the story post below and then click on the link to read my other blog with some of my stories about that time of my life.

Veterans Day


I know some of you didn't know I am a veteran of the Vietnam War or have never read my "war" stories. I was an infantryman and a machine gun ammo bearer while there. I wasn't in Vietnam for very long, just one month and two days. I was wounded by a claymore mine, which cut my tour very short. This is the first of many stories I've written about this period of my life.

If you'd like to read the rest of the story, check out my other blog.

My Vietnam Stories


Chapter 1: Drafted - May 6 to October 6, 1968

I was drafted into the United States Army on May 6, 1968 at the ripe old age of 19 years, 6 months and 2 days. Government policy at the time was to draft all men into the military at 19 ½ years of age if they hadn’t already joined or had a deferment of some kind. I almost joined earlier that year, but backed out to take my chances with the draft.

Although draftees were a small minority (16%) in the U.S. armed forces, they comprised the bulk of infantry riflemen in Vietnam (88% in 1969). They accounted for more than half the army's battle deaths. Because of student and other deferments, the draft and the casualties fell disproportionately upon working-class youths, black and white.

My father and stepmother drove me down to the draft board office in Smithtown NY that morning where I checked in and was put on a bus for the ride to Fort Hamilton in Brooklyn for induction. I remember staring out the window during the ride into Brooklyn wondering if I would live through this adventure and make it back home again after it was all over.

We arrived in at Fort Hamilton about an hour or so later, where we were interviewed and given a short physical. They asked a lot of questions to try and find out if we were medically fit, gay or mentally challenged. Not surprisingly, some were turned down. Those that were accepted, me included, were sent into in a room with lines painted on the floor and a large American flag in front. We were told to line up along the lines and then “asked” to step forward to "voluntarily" be sworn in.

At the final phase of the induction process, a military recruiting officer will order the Registrant, and any other Registrants present, to "line up on the line.” (a line, or several lines, is/are painted on the floor). A military recruiting officer will then order all those "joining the army,” (or whatever) to “take one step forward” … THOSE WHO LINE UP AS ORDERED AND TAKE ONE STEP FORWARD JUST "VOLUNTEERED!" BY TAKING ONE STEP FORWARD, YOU CONVERT YOUR "REGISTRANT" STATUS INTO THAT OF AN "INDUCTEE"!!!!

The oath is administered:"I, (state your name) do solemnly swear that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the Constitution of the United States of America and will defend it against all enemies foreign and domestic, and will obey the orders of the President and the officers appointed over me, so help me God."

Well, that was it, I was now the property of the United States Army. We were then lead out of the room and broken down into smaller groups depending where we were assigned. I was assigned to Fort Jackson in South Carolina, where ever that was. My group got on a bus for the ride to JFK airport in Queens. When our plane landed in Columbia South Carolina a few hours later, we were met by someone from the Army and put on another bus for the ride to Fort Jackson where the fun really started.

As soon as the bus pulled to a stop in front of the Reception Center, the meanest man I’ve ever come in contact with up to that point in my young life, jumps on the bus and starts yelling and screaming orders. “OFF THE BUS! DOUBLE TIME! LINE UP!" and all kind of crap like that.

I spent one week at the reception center where we were given haircuts, tested a lot and were issued our uniforms. Then it was off to 8 weeks of basic training (where I met much more mean men). Next it was 8 weeks of Advanced Individual Training (AIT) not to far from where I took basic training (the men were a lot less mean here, but not nice by a long shot) where we were actually taught to be infantryman. I graduated from AIT with the rank of PFC, issued my orders for Vietnam and then given 30 days leave.

When my leave was over I caught a plane out of JFK airport in Queens bound for San Francisco California. I spent one night in a hotel room crammed in with about 8 other guys. I slept on the floor that night. The next morning I reported to the Oakland Army Terminal to begin my processing for deployment to Vietnam. I spent a few days in Oakland before getting my orders and then boarded another bus ride to the airport where we boarded a Flying Tiger Airlines plane and headed out across the Pacific on a 25 hour plane ride.

Our first stop was in Hawaii where they refueled and changed crews. We were sent to a deserted terminal while this happened, where they could keep an eye on us. When we got back on the plane, attendance was taken and one guy had bailed. Next stop was Midway Island for refueling. Midway is literally just an airstrip in the middle of a lot of small islands. We were suppose to stop in Guam next, but a typhoon diverted us to the Philippines instead. Here they refueled and changed flight crews. The whole time up to now, we flew with the sun in daylight, but the rest of the way was in the dark.

Things got pretty quite on this last leg of our journey because reality was setting in fast. I did manage to sleep a little, but mostly I just did a lot of thinking and trying to imagine what was in store. Once over Vietnam, the stewardess announced we were over the country and to wake up and get ready for landing. I remember looking out the window; I had a window seat, and seeing the vast darkness and every once in a while, a small point of light.

It wasn’t long before we were landing at Bien Hoa airbase in Vietnam which about 20 miles northeast of Saigon. The date was October 6, 1968 somewhere around 11:00 at night if I remember correctly. Just before getting off the plane, the flight crew thanked us for flying Flying Tiger Airlines and said something like “We hope to see all of you back with us in a year for the ride home”. We all looked at each other wondering which of us here wouldn’t make that flight back to the "World".

Bien Hoa Air Base was located 20 mi (30 km) NE of Saigon and near the infamous LBJ (Long Bien jail), which was the in-country military prison compound. Bien Hoa was also a huge munitions storage area. The base itself was upgraded from an old French post, and still had many of the old French buildings and small concrete bunkers scattered around the perimeter.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Wednesday, November 04, 2009


On November 4, 1948, my mom popped out a Cute Little Baby Horn Dog, me.

Sixty-one years later this Big Old Horn Dog is inviting all the ladies to join me in my birthday celebration. Any one want to join me?


Wednesday, October 28, 2009

BBQ Championship HNT

Last weekend in my little home town of Sayville, NY they held the last leg of the Kansas City BBQ Society's New York State BBQ Championship. Seven BBQ contests are held all over New York State starting in May each year. The winner is the team with the four highest scores in each contest. The this year's champion was 'Smoke On Wheels'.

These three really look like they enjoy their BBQ don't they? LOL

You don't get to try any of the BBQ entered in the contest unless the entrants want to give what's left away. We only saw two teams doing that and people were pounding it down.

Lori and I didn't really go there for the BBQ, but to see the Worlds largest BBQ Grill, the Johnsonville Big Taste Grill, 65-feet of grilling goodness. It even has it's own little kitchen.

Of course we had to have a Johnsonville brat. $3 each and all proceeds went to breast cancer.

This grill is on the road 340 days a year and at every stop, they donate all the food and all proceeds goes to a local charity. I'm impressed.

Bet you wish had one...........

.........with 'Beer & Brat' mustard with horse radish. Nothing better than that.

Okay, we didn't have a beer, because the line was 30-40 people long and the brat was long gone by then.


When I went to buy the brats, I ordered a bratwurst. The girl asked me if I wanted brats, because they don't sell bratwurst. So, FYI, JOHNSONVILLE BRATS ARE NOT BRATWURSTS, THEY ARE BRATS, JOHNSONVILLE BRATS!