Bash Preview

It's only two nights to go before the biggest event of the year... the Thanksgiving Eve BlowOut Bash at the Nestor's replete with Buffalo wings, White Trash Balls, Macaroni and Cheese, and of course... the King of Scotch, Lagavulin Single Malt.
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For those insidious Wussys among you who complain that drinking Lagavulin is like drinking terpentine (BLASPHEMY!) there will be Sams and Guinness flowing like wine.   And there will also be wine.
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This year, like every other in the pathetic series, we have not issued invitations... but if you don't come, you will be talked about incessantly concerning all of your earthly foibles and weaknesses.... so I'd come if I were you.
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This year, as a special treat, we've asked Prince William and his newly betrothed, Kate to attend and they've graciously accepted.   The word is that the Prince is a big fan of my Wings and White Trash Balls, so come early in case he decides to make a pig of himself and eat the whole platter.
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Judiciously, I've decided not to invite Sarah Palin.   Joanne knows how she turns me on, and I don't want to make everyone uncomfortable.  So as a Mountain of a Man, I've taken the high road once again.
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Most of the usual suspects will be here though, and I'm pretty sure that Tuna Lips will make his annual appearance, even though his identity can never be revealed.
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For those of you who continue to ask me the annoying question of dress code, my answer is the same now as it's always been.  Clothes are mandatory.  Anybody showing up in full commando will be turned away.
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This is a classy affair... for Cripes Sakes.
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See you there.... or feel your ears burn.

Maria Rowen said...

I am looking forward to many white trash balls...Prince Harry is much more interesting and...Will there be full body scanners or pat downs by any chance...? 

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Maria -
We will provide as many white trash balls as you can handle.  Didn't invite Harry.  Too much red tape, plus he doesn't have a hot fiancee.   And yes.....  There will be a lot of full body scans, especially in your case.   Good luck with the pat downs.
- MOAM

Security Measures

I don't get the beef over the new airline safety procedures.
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The TSA is just there for our safety. And even though every single airline terrorist has been a Muslim, let's not profile. Let's feel up everyone.   Let the minimum wage TSA professional morons grope away. 
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And... while they have the rubber gloves on, might as well go with a full body cavity search. 
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Can't be too careful!  The government is there to help us.
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Tuna Lips said...

I has no problem, filosifizin wise, about pullin my man tackle out fer thems to check. "Shock and Awe" and just some Gulf War jingoism.

Cornhusker Ass

Texas A&M had a nice 9-6 victory this weekend over eighth ranked Nebraska.
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No surprize to me.
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The Aggies are the Official Nanepashemet Division 1 NCAA College Football Team, anchored by our own Benny Martin, who is an offensive line coach.
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So it just goes without saying that they would manhandle a wussy team like the Nebraska Cornhuskers.
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Ben had a small contingent of Marblehead Peeps help him with this one though.   Not sure what help Scott McBurney could bring, but SuperPeeps Nate Clarke and Mike Nestor obviously added some value to the win.
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I hope the post game festivities didn't get out of hand.
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Way to go Ben.   Kicking Cornhusker ASS!!!


(just kidding, Scotty Boy.)

No Comparison

89 year old Geneva Sozanski was outside of the Lynn Eastern Ave. two family  home where she has lived for fifty years or so.  
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At one o'clock in the afternoon,  a 30 year old punk, named Nicholas Christian, made it his business to jump out of his car, slam her to the ground with such force that she was bleeding and unconscious so that he could steal her purse.
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Christian is 30 years old.
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Mrs. Sozanski is a greatgrandmother with two sons... both Dentists.
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She has lived a long life of grace and dignity... and you can even now see the goodness in her beaten face.
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I first met Mrs. Sozanski when I was in the 7th grade, hanging out with her son, Stephen.  She was instrumental in my decision to attend graduate school at Boston University.  I ran into her outside of a bakery on Lewis Street in Lynn in the summer, shortly after I had graduated from UMASS and taken a job as a Planner for the City of Lynn.
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Mrs. Sozanski was happy to see me and we exchanged greetings, then she asked me where I was going to graduate school.  I explained to her that I had a job now and probably wouldn't be going back to school.  The look on her face was of shock and concern.  "Oh, you shouldn't stop now, John,  You have to get your Master's Degree,"  she said in a firm voice that I thought was uncharacteristic of her.  We exchanged a few more niceties, then went our separate ways down the street.
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Later on that week, I looked into the Master's Program of Urban Affairs at Boston University and enrolled in night school for the fall semester.  The firm nudge from Mrs. Sozanski was the catalyst.
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She is a warm and kind lady, and her comments to the media about the incident characterize her perfectly.
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So Christian... back to you.  If you have to knock old ladies senseless so that you can steal the paltry contents of their purses for your addictive fix, then, the worth of you as a human being speaks for itself.  Sadly, there will always be slime at the bottom of the barrel like you.  
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But what makes me high on life is the Geneva Sozanski's that I have run into.  People like Mrs. Sozanski make our lives so much richer, that we can afford to dismiss the depravity that you have made of your worthless life.   She makes us able to endure the likes of you.
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Good luck in the future, Christian.  People like you rarely make it to age 89 like Mrs. Sozanski ... odds are, you won't be seeing 39.

POTW Week 47

Tommy McMahon, former POTY took the time to remind me that I missed the Peep of the Week selections last week.
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No shit Tom.
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Maybe I didn't miss it though... maybe I chose to ignore it.... and maybe I had a real good reason to do so.
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Or... Maybe not.
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Anyway, I'm going through the pathetic process today, so that I don't get any annoying reminders in a day or so.
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ANNOUNCING....

Nanepashemet Peeps of the Week for the 47th week of 2010

Barbara Kessel

Tommy McMahon

Sam Khairi

Bill Hillegas

Susan Raiche

Eugene Noel

On to the Weekend.

Breaking News

Prince Will is getting married to Kate Middleton.
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I know this.... because that's the only thing that the "Newscasters" on ABC can talk about for the last few mornings. It's even bigger news than Bristol Palin making the finals in Dancing With the Stars.
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Neither issue concerns me.  When you're a Mountain of a Man, you can't be detered by trivial voyeurism... even though Kate seems pretty hot.

Jim L. said...

It will be a great irony if Queen 'Liz outlives Charlie Boy. He has been the man who would be king for four decades since his playboy days in the early '60's. And now, the Brits are rooting for Liz to hang on. The crowd favorite for the king job is Will. And, of course, they are falling in love with Kate just like they did with Di.

Bank of America Scam

So I bring the check that I received from the United States Treasury to the pleasant teller in the Bank  of America, Vinnin Square, Swampscott office and make the deposit.  She politely informs me that there will be a hold on the check until it clears.
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Honey.... I don't mean to sound condescending, but if that check doesn't clear, then you and your big bureaucratic, faceless bank can kiss your ass good-bye.   If a check from the US Treasury bounces, then we all better buy a 22 caliper rifle from LL Bean and head to the woods to kill rabbits, because we won't be eating otherwise.
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Let's face it.  Bank of America is holding my money because they are scammers.   They just want the free use of it. I put up with this Bullshit because I have so much time and information invested in their on-line Internet payment system to my vendors and creditors.... and that's it.
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One of these days, I'll stop being so lazy, pull my money out, and find a better deal. 
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Stupid, big, bureaucratic bank.  I feel bad for the people who work there, because they are eunuchs, with absolutely no decision making power whatsoever.

Alex Ferrier said...

With interest rates where their at your better off just keeping your money in your house hidden in a safe.

dougmaxfield said...
Personally, I like small, local community banks that care. Anyone know where I can find one?

Tuna Lips said...

In the great American tradishuns of our forebears, Ise will be stuffing myself a bird and giving thanks fer such. Henrietta Thistletwat is Ole TL's latest muse.

Panel Cutting Rack

This week is crucial to getting things done.  Next week is Thanksgiving which will be full of nice disruptions and distractions.  Got  a ton done on the Sundance building this weekend, but this week will be key to meeting the deadline of carpet in the first week of December.
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Yesterday I got the system down for transporting sheets of MDF.  Have some Home Depot guys help in the loading at the store, and when I get to Sundance, slide it off to a cutting rack of 2x4's that are mounted onto portable work benches set up at pickup gate height.  The MDF slides off of the back of the F150 and onto the rack with literally no heaving lifting, where they are cut to sizel using a 7 1/2" circutlar saw with a straight cut jig.
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Pictures to follow.

Tommy McMahon, former POTY said.....
You realize you didn't do a peep of the week for last week when probably the most deserving peep, Shalane Flanagan, should have been named?



You're better than that J, come on now.
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You're right, Tom.... I'm so ashamed.  Flanagan did deserve it.... with her second place in the NY Marathon.  But then again... she let that African beat her, which was hard to overlook.

No Doubt on Deadline

We're half way through November and the deadline to complete the ground floor of the Sundance building is starting to loom large.  Plus we have Thanksgiving and the Annual Night Before Bash within that timeframe.
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I've got a ton of stuff to finish, including drywall mud, raised panel wainscotting, crown moulding, baseboards, and finally painting all of it.  The carpet is due in the first week of December.
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There's no way that I won't be ready.  As I Mountain of a Man, there can be no question that the work will be done, and at the highest quality by the time the carpet is delivered.
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Pictures to follow.
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That's how I roll.

Stupid Costco Run

Peeps...
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 Remember when I told you how stupid it was to have a couple of beers at lunch on a Friday afternoon, then stop in a Costco on the way home?
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And how you end up buying $300 bucks worth of bulk goods????
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Like 16 sticks of salted butter, 40 packets of microwave popcorn, three pairs of boxer shorts, two gallons of margarita mix (naturally a liter of tequila... and I don't even drink tequila), and 2 lbs. each of slice provolone, cheddar and harvarti cheese.
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Because when you have two beers and a scotch chaser in you, money is no object.  You can afford anything because nothing can stop you.   
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But by the time you pull up in front of your house, reality sets in. 
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Stupid.

Veteran Service

Today is Veteran's Day.  I'm not a Veteran.
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My Grandfather, my Father and my Father-in- Law served in World War I, World War II and the Korean War respectively, and all three were disabled American Veterans.   I'm so proud of them and thankful for their service.
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My turn was Vietnam.  A decent amount of guys who graduated ahead of me at Lynn English did tours there.  In those days, the draft was in place, and you had a number placed on yorur birthday based upon a drawing.
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I was at UMass, Amherst, and had gone through the first two years of a very unpopular Army ROTC program where I had attained the rank of Corporal by the end of my sophomore year.  I actually enjoyed it.  We learned about military strategy in wars from the ancient Greeks to World War II.  We learned how to march and conducted drills in the athletic field.
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It was tough in the dorms, because we had to wear full military dress uniforms and had to keep our hair short, which was a problem in the early 70's.  We were open targets to anti-war hippy types.  That never bothered me though.  I think I intimidated the Hippy's a lot more than they did me.
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Those of you who know me can probably picture that.
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Aaron Boykin and I were the only kids in the James House dorm who dressed up in uniforms twice a week to go to ROTC Class.  Aaron was a black kid from Springfield, MA in the 70's with a full 70's afro that went way past the ROTC dress code.  He played lead guitar in a rock band, and most of the time, really looked the part.
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The morning before each ROTC class, Aaron would grease down his afro so that his hair would fit under his military dress cap.  Since we never took those hats off in class, he got over every week.
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The morning came when Aaron didn't have the time to go through the greased down hair routine.  He lived across the hall from me, and we got dressed in our uniforms and headed for the half mile walk to the ROTC building.  The whole way, Aaron kept trying to stuff his Afro hair into his Cap.  When he stuffed it in one way, it stuck out the opposite site.   It was freaking hilarious.
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By the time we got to the ROTC building, we were running a little late, and the Captain in charge of the program was standing outside the door.  I forget this guy's name, but he was bit of a Psycho, had a bad temper, and there were a lot of wild stories circulating around about what a crazy bastard he was.   Plus he had a huge scar on the side of his head.
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Right away, the Captain started in on us.  "Gentlemen, you are running late... don't you know what time class starts?"
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Aaron and I tried to shuffle by quickly , but then the Captain zeroed in.  "You... Corporal Nestor... fix Boykin's hat."
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I positioned myself behind Aaron's head so that the Captain couldn't see my face. Aaron had his back to the angry Captain.  So there we were face to face positioned so that the Captain couldn't see either of our expressions.  Every time I tugged one way, that freaking cap popped up the other way.
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Boykin and I were killing ourselves with suppressed laughter.  I was summoning every ounce of my then developing Mountain of a Man power to keep from breaking out into an unrestrained howl.  Finally the Captain ended our predicament by bellowing for us to "Get the Hell into class".
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After that Sophomore year, my draft number came up at 354.  There was no way that I would be drafted.  I folded up my uniform, took it to the ROTC building and handed to the officer there, telling him what my number was.  We both understood that Reserve Officer Training Corps had ended at UMASS for me and I would not be signing a contract in my Junior year.
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Vietnam ended anyway a short time later, and I never would have gone.
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So I never served.   Which I regret today.
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But there is a deep resevoir of gratitude that I hold for those who did.  It is incomprehensible how different our life would be today, if those in our direct families hadn't made such sacrifices for us.
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For starters... we don't talk German, Japanese or Russian.  English is still the official language here.... although that is probably the topic for a different post.
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Thank you American Veterans.  For preserving our way of life in the greatest country in the world.

Pisc said...

Good story, good thought. Thanks.

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