Happy Father’s Day!

To celebrate Father’s Day, I decided to have another all-for-FREE FREE-for -all. Because that is really what Life is all about , eh!? A Free-for-all. More often than not, I am just free falling, But … .

Click on any of the book jacket icons to download any one or all three titles – FREE.

My self-titled Memoir is a total guy read and very entertaining, I might add. However, I included those ‘other’ titles by my alter ego to balance out the beach read quota. Pause. 

Whatever that means!?

Regardless of your choice, please remember to …

Well, your Dad, okay!?

I ain’t wastin’ no more time

Well, it’s been a while since I posted. So, I thought I would maintain the blog with an update AND an iconic musical number – more like a blast from the past, yet it’s so relevant.

Please know, my neglect was not in vain. My latest project is complete. Yeah! I am extremely happy with what it’s become. However, I haven’t reread what was written yet.  Unfortunately, editing was never a strength. But it is the nature of the beast. Considering I started Sept 21 2019, I am a bit nervous – Yikes!

Since I am at such a epiphanic point, I wanted to celebrate the success of another novel under my belt. What better way to do so then big hair and some chick doing an acrobatic stunt on a Jaguar?!


Besides, I need inspiration to commence the edit. So, without further ado – here I go again!


FREE Spring Break read(s)

Spring has officially sprung!

To celebrate the occasion, I thought I would hop to it and offer another FREE for all.

Just click on one or all three icons and download the title.

Yes, it’s that easy. And, it’s  FREE!  Today ONLY – March 29, 2021.

Hoppy Reading!


Well, I have hit another milestone – 400 posts – 403 to be exact. But who’s counting other than me?


I intend to keep the celebratory post to a minimum if that’s okay. The focus remains my latest project.


Besides, a song by Panic at the Disco is more appropriate. However, considering it is 304, celebrating my 403 makes my timing perfect!



Speaking about moms – my mother would be proud as well. Though, I’m not thinking she had any idea that I blogged. Hell, she probably didn’t even know there was such a thing. See – my technological ignorance is inherited.


close shave

I am a shaver. Worse, I use disposable razor (insert – gasp) In my defense, I have tried a refillable cartridge type system. Once. It was a disaster. Throw all the shaving shade you want – I can take it.  I’m married. And, I work retail pharmacy. Oh, one additional little sideburn – I have never been a beard, dude. Even in November.
Yes, I realize the disadvantages and, more importantly, the environmental impact from this ghastly grooming ritual.
  • every single year, Americans throw away 2 billion disposable razors.
  • disposable razors can’t be recycled in the U.S. – translation: landfill – UGH!
  • Gillette, an American-based company, has its razor handles manufactured in China; blades are made in Sweden – so much for Made in the U.S.A, eh?! double UGH!
A few months ago, a razor/cartridge shit thing was on clearance. I’m talking under $2 clearance. Yeah, baby! Not only that –  it was a solid product. So, I decided to try it again.
I liked it. In fact, I have decided to dispose of my previous regimen. (pun so intended) I AM a changed man. Added bonus – the blades seem to last longer than disposables. Sweet.

Harry’s    …  make products for all men, thoughtfully. (whatever that’s supposed to mean)

We believe that you shouldn’t have to compromise when it comes to the products you use, so ours are designed to be effective and to provide a great experience.
I feel the need to qualify something. The clearance item I purchased was not a Harry’s product. Ever since I rediscovered the benefits of a cartridge razor, I became more astute to available products. Once I found out about this Harry’s stuff, I was convinced.
 Very cool.
When I decided to create this post, I felt responsible to do my due diligence and research a bit, hoping a recycled product was available. Thankfully, my search was not in vain – Preserve Products
America Company, Preserve Productscan provide a more environmentally friendly option than the average disposable razor. One hundred percent recycled, Preserve Products’ triple razor system razor handles are made from no. 5 (polypropylene plastics) from yogurt cups. It is BPA free and the handle can be recycled again through their Gimme 5 program. The lubricating strips on the disposable blades are predominantly made of aloe vera and Vitamin E oil and are vegan-friendly with a strict no animal testing policy.
Harry’s has some formidable competition. However, to abandon my newly purchased system would defeat the purpose of being environmentally conscious. Therefore, I will tuck that little blade of intel in this post to – wait for it –  Preserve my intention for future use.
That, and because if I don’t, I would just plain forget.
Happy grooming!

Click-Download-Read for FREE

Today Thursday January 14, 2021 all three titles are FREE!
Click the icon – Download the title – Read the book(s)
It really is that simple!
Now for something that isn’t that simple. Think of it as a nursery rhyme for the ICD-10 challenged.


The adamthomasrph.com Christmas tradition

Adele and the SNL crew may have been sidelined on Thanksgiving, but this postal tradition must prevail. Considering everything that’s happened this past year, I’m sure we’ve all experienced one, if not more, of the following ICD-10 codes. Since that’s probably the case, by all means, sing along.

  1. Schizophrenia — Do You Hear What I Hear?
  2. Multiple Personality Disorder — We Three Kings Disoriented Are
  3. Dementia —I Think I’ll Be Home for Christmas
  4. Narcissistic — Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
  5. Manic — Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and . . .
  6. Paranoid — Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me
  7. Borderline Personality Disorder — Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
  8. Personality Disorder — You Better Watch Out, I’m Gonna Cry, I’m Gonna Pout, Maybe I’ll Tell You Why
  9. Attention Deficit Disorder — Silent Night, Holy OOOOOOOOh look at the Froggy, can I have chocolate, why is France so far away?
  10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder — Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bell …

Ho – Ho – Ho Merry Christmas!

Santa’s Secret sockpile?

With Christmas right around the corner, I decided to suggest a possible option for those challenged for gift ideas.
Yeah, yeah, I should be blogging about stockings instead. So more appropriate. Socks are pretty damn close, though. And, if you continue reading, you will find out how close. Best of all, socks can be worn year round.

A mismatched pair of questions 

who invented socks?
Actually, no one really knows. Imagine that, eh?!
Why Are Socks Called Socks?
Socks were originally called stockings until the 17th century, when the term sock was derived from the Old English word socc, which meant “light slipper.” Both of these terms derived from the Latin root word soccus.
See, I blog responsibly.

a historical sockology

  • Socks first came into existence in the 8th century BC in Greece.  Their feet were wrapped in animal skins and then tied around their ankles and called pilo.
  • The Romans were the first to sew fabrics together to make socks, called udones., in the 2nd century (AD). These socks were both softer and more fitted.
  • By the 5th century (AD), socks had made their way up to Europe. These socks were called puttees and were considered a symbol of purity. These ‘puttees’ were made from cloth and wrapped around the ankle to the knee, similar to a bandage
  • After 5th century Europe, the next major change in the sock was the knitting machine, which was invented in 1589 and used silk, cotton, and wool.
  • Things stayed pretty static for a few more centuries. But, in 1938, things got really crazy when nylon was invented.
Footed in functionality

Socks were first invented with the simple intention to keep people’s feet warm and for protection from the elements –  especially frostbite.

 Soon, socks evolved from being a garment to protect feet into a symbol of wealth, worn only by nobility

 As the demand for socks began to rise, so did their prices. Socks became so expensive that they were mostly worn amongst noble families who were able to afford them. An individual spotted wearing a pair of socks was immediately associated with the upper class.

The fabrics used to create socks were also a symbol of the person’s wealth. While silk socks equaled wealth, socks made of wool were associated with poverty.

Shocking Stockings

During the Middle Ages, socks were ditched for their practicality and instead worn as an accessory.

Fast forward to this day and age, no one is practical. Socks are available in hundreds of colors and designs that can Rock around any Christmas tree.


Random Socknotes

  • In 2011, researchers established that the average four person family will lose 60 socks a year, racking up a total loss of £240 – approximately $291. Yeah, baby!
  •  82% of young men wear odd socks at least once a week – at least young men wear socks.
  • People who wear mismatched socks are more likely to be married – yet another reason for the high divorce rate.
Santa’s safe-bet Secret
Socks have a universal appeal, making them the best gift idea this time of year – Stocking stuffers, Secret Santa ideas – the opportunities are endless. In fact, there are probably more than one pair of socks available WITH actual white elephants. Hark! Even the Grinch needs to keep his feet warm.

Ho, ho, ho!

Happy Thanksgiving

Sorry, Adele.  I decided to change things up a bit this year. Quite frankly, Steve-O wouldn’t have it any other way.*

Gobble, gobble!

*a foreshadowed reference to my new project.

you’re welcome

A few weeks back, I worked with a manager from a different store. Somehow or another, she helped with a problem and I said thank you. She mumbled a response that was neither heard nor understood. I was busy. Also, when I hear mumbling, I just stop listening. I have no patience for that shit. But then, she continued and said something that I resonated loud and clear. Not only that, my interest was oddly piqued – she apologized for her mumbled response, paused, and offered a sincere ‘you’re welcome‘.
In an uncharacteristic move,  I inquired why the hell she was making such a projected fuss about the issue. Apparently, she recently viewed a TED TALK emphasizing the importance of saying ‘you’re welcome’ instead of the alternative, commonly accepted responses such as – no problem – fine – okay – etc. I’m a guy –  a guttural musing or similar type acknowledgement is more often than not grunted. The words ‘you’re welcome‘ are implied, of course, but hardly recognizable.
Over the next week or so, I realized how seldom I said those two simple words – you’re welcome. I pride myself in being properly mannered. Yet when thanked for something, I said everything but the customary response.
So, I decided to change. Contrary to popular belief, I am capable of doing such a thing. I must admit, it seemed rather odd at first. Now, however, ‘you’re welcome’ has become a natural tendency.
To be a responsible blogger, I tried to find the TED TALK that inspired this damn Random Nonsense of a post . My search was in vain. Oddly enough, all I could find were YouTube videos encouraging responses that were anything but ‘you’re welcome’.
Go figure, eh!?
I am old school. You’re welcome should be the proper response for a well-deserved Thank you. Hell, some people don’t even say that anymore.  Ye gads! What would Emily Post say?
Soon, Thanksgiving will be upon us. I decided to post this to pre-empt the annual holiday. Yeah, yeah, yeah, my order is totally messed up. I know. I still struggle with that whole timing thing, okay.  However, Thanksgiving has, and always will be, reserved for Adele and the Saturday Night Live cast. Considering this has been a cluster fuck of a year, blogging about You’re Welcome BEFORE Thanksgiving seemed appropriate.
Gobble, gobble?!
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