Feliz Navidad to Uncle Gary and his fine family; that's Huck on the left and Coco making sure she gets her moment of fame on the right. Gary is the wizard behind the curtain; web development, graphic design, etc, this guy is the bomb, but more importantly, he completely understood the message of Charlie Bravo from the beginning. Dad would still be fumbling around blindly(and he is) without the invaluable assistance of such selfless people;…

Christ came to redeem ourselves from the most confining of crates; ourselves. When I imagine the original Nativity scene,  I don't envision a softly-lit manger, cute baby, clean straw, adoring animals, spotless flowing robes, the saccharine picture of The Birth that we have been fed all these years. My cousin Brian and I spent a good deal of time growing up working on my grandfather's beef farm. The manger was a place where the cattle…

Twas the night before Christmas at the Casa del Whackos Deb, Kathy, and Sandy had sent boxes of snackos the goodies were stashed well out of harm's way So ungnawed on 'til Christmas is how they would stay. Mom was preparing a late midnight snack For the arrival of Lola, Tara, and Zach Alex and Echo, from the trip a bit queasy Presided  all over by the Spirit of Stevie As bedtime approached, the dogs…

The Chinese have a curse, "may you live in interesting times"; and the last half of  2016 at the Casa has surely been "interesting", much like a train wreck is "interesting". From the beginning, the mission of this page has been to be a non-saccharine refuge from the barrage of negativism on social media. But as with the stories of  Stevie's passing, the colostomy saga, the layoff, etc, I have to consider the fact that,…

Merry Christmas to all!

Twas the night before Christmas at the Casa del Whackos... And awaaaay we go!

Cold snap at the Casa last night, and it would have been nice to sleep in this morning, but that's not how the inmates roll. We awoke to a what we initially thought was someone firing up an industrial wood chipper inside the confines the Casa del Boudoir, only to realize it was merely a dogcauphony of gnashing canine molars demolishing rawhide chew toys. Excuse me just a minute... (Charlie, you can get up here…