It’s Tommy, Master Jerry’s cat. He’s been acting strangely this past couple days telling me it’s my birthday. I’m not sure what that is but he gave me a toy mouse with this wonderful smelling substance that makes me feel so good.
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It’s That Time of Year Again
Yes, tis the season for unending Christmas carols played over and over again. At first I don’t mind. I’m even heard singing along with a couple of songs. But, by the end of December I am sick of endless versions of “White Christmas,” “I’ll be Home for Christmas,” “Jingle Bells,” and “Rudolph the Red nosed Rein Deer.”
Why I’m Thankful
Last year it was about Bob and his moment. As you all know, I’m a recovering alcoholic. I celebrated twenty three years of sobriety on November 21st. That was the day I drank my last alcoholic beverage, smoked or took any drugs.
It’s A Gas
I filled my tank today at the local self-service station near the casino that I work at. As I filled the tank I noticed warning signs telling us morons how to safely fill a fuel can.
Global Book Network – Jerry P Schellhammer, author of I, Albert Peabody
Loyal readers, here is the interview I told you about earlier last month.
Global Book Network – Jerry P Schellhammer, author of I, Albert Peabody
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The eleventh hours of the eleventh day of the eleventh month Private Doug Clark wasted away in an endless trench on the Western Front; a wasteland of craters, mud and tree trunks splintered by bombs and howitzer shells.
I’M BROKEN
Back in my younger days when I was a functionally dysfunctional alcoholic, going to my outpatient treatment to avoid jail time at the court’s discretion, our counselor always asked us how we were.
Latest Release Live
My loyal readers, my new publisher, Prominent Edge Books, just released my latest edition of A Man’s Passion.
It’s available through Amazon, though the marketing agent assured me the book will be distributed worldwide.
Stupid is as Stupid Does
I don’t know about you, my loyal readers, but doesn’t it seem a bit asinine that we see all these recent robberies at jewelry stores?
After all, I’m amazed that these owners are even allowed to display high end jewels in glass display cases.
Oh Deer!
I’m watching Master Jerry eat his morning breakfast: toast, oatmeal, and coffee. I’m a cat I don’t care for any of that stuff. Why doesn’t he eat what I like? You know chicken flavored kibbles and canned tuna straight out of the can, which is quite tasty, though a bit boring. That’s why I like to hunt mice, flies, birds, and anything else I can pounce on and sink my highly sharpened claws.
Jerry Schellhammer 