Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Deal or No Deal

I've blogged about the tentative trip to Thailand for awhile now. Putting it out there, thinking if I say it, I'll see it...or something like that. Friend Sean in Bangkok told me that's a good way of positive reinforcement.

Anyhoo...the time draws near. I do have enough tax refund to help pay for the trip.

So I can either...

A) Go to Thailand and have a once in a lifetime opportunity
B) Pay off a credit card bill and other loan and be completely debt free (with the exception of my car payment, which will be paid for in August)

Hmm...decisions, decisions. I'm leaning toward going on the trip, because I could always pay off my other debt once the jeep is paid for...and use the car payment as extra payment on the other bills.

Any input, comments, or questions?!?!?!?!

And no, if I go, I will not take in any shows involving sharpie's and snatches.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Tossed Salad With Ranch Please

As promised, a post about Ranch Dressing.

At church Sunday, this thin young thing came in and sat down after the service started. All male eyes in the sanctuary followed his every move. I don't know if it was the pale blue sweater over a dress shirt or the chain on his wallet that caught my eye. Either way, I was sitting next to Sarah (real name, cause I can't really think of a good alias), and she said out loud what everyone was thinking. "I could come up with another use or two for that chain!"

Quick note about Sarah. Sweet, funny, and isn't afraid to drop the f-bomb in church. She's also in a 'figuring things out phase'. She loves gay men. She loves watching gay men have sex with each other. She also likes women and women having sex with each other. Bisexual? Maybe, but who needs labels? She's also has a lip ring, is a kindergarten teacher, and was told by a five year old, "you are such a carpet muncher!"

Back to church...later on during communion, the hottie in the pale blue sweater got up and I leaned over to Sarah and said, "I'd hit it" and she said "me too, I'll bring the ranch dressing."

We figured out he was str8, and there with his gay dad.

At lunch, the topic of ranch dressing came up again. No one ordered salad either.

Apparently Sarah and some of her friends have a running joke about 'tossing the salad' and bringing the 'ranch dressing'. One of our mutual friends (not Sean) is studying abroad in Thailand. He's been there a few weeks, and has already taken in a few sex shows. One in particular features a lady who takes a pen, sticks in her hoo-hah, and writes messages. So James had her write "I'll bring the ranch dressing" for Sarah and will mail it to her.

Nice.

Speaking of Thailand...drumroll please...I did my taxes Sunday night...and it looks like I'll be getting enough to cover the plane ticket. More on that tomorrow!

Enjoy your Tuesday!

Monday, January 29, 2007

It is Monday Already?

Yes it is, and it's almost as if my 'interesting' weekend continued into cycling class this morning. The instructor (previously blogged here) was filling in again, and she kept demanding our tailbones be point in up and screaming she wanted a bigger load. I was like, get in line sister!

Saturday morning I left for the Big City, met Thom as his townhouse, had some great Mexican for lunch, went to a mall, and bought some supplies for work (makeup). It was Thom's friend's birthday, so we went to a Catholic Mass and out to at a great little Italian joint. Let me rewind slightly...

Birthday boy "BJ" is a devout Catholic by day, wild sex fiend by night. His high rise apartment is decorated in all sorts of religious figures and pictures and what not. A card carrying member of the Log Cabin Republicans and practicing homosexual. How much practicing? Well, for his birthday, some of this other friends are throwing him a sex party next Friday. He does this from time to time. Being the open minded individual I am, I did not pass judgement or ask questions. I just thought..."oh that's interesting."

Between church and dinner, BJ showed Thom and I a scene from Dante's Cove, a homo-erotic drama with bad acting and great bodies. It's proudly featured on http://www.heretv.com/.

Funny side story...a friend of mine gave me a heretv t-shirt. I've been wearing it to the gym at least once a week for almost a year now. Oh well. It even has the web address on the back too.

During dinner, BJ and his friend Chad asked a myriad of questions and talked about a lot of different things. Topics included, fisting, barebacking, drug use, sex parties, and powerbottoms. Again, not a prude, but are these real dinner table conversations? They were Saturday night!
It also helped that Thom's order was messed up, so we got a free round of drinks while they re-did everyone's order.

After we ate, Thom and I went back to his townhouse (it's not an apartment, trust me), and freshened up before going out to a video bar. Awesome music, I must say...a great mix of old and new. My beef with this joint is that it's a total meat market. It's where a lot of the pretty guys go with their pretty guy friends and stand around sipping mixed drinks checking everyone else out. No one dances there...just drinking and scoping. BJ was celebrating his birthday there too, so there was a pretty big crowd of his friends, our friends, etc., etc. After awhile, we went from the meat market to across the street to the fish market (fun lesbian bar...no that's not it's name...but wouldn't that be funny?).

So at the fish market, there was plenty of meat too, and let's just say W got his groove thang on....fun times! Following a few hours of dancing, it was time for bed!

Sunday's church service was really good as always. Lunch after was fun too. I'll have to save some of that conversation for later in the week. Let's just say I'll never look at ranch dressing the same.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Baby Got Back

I just got back from a tremendously fun and enjoyable weekend in the Big City (details to come tomorrow)...and read this...

"I've been the same weight for I don't know how long and I could lose 20 pounds (nine kilograms) and I'm still going to have these knockers and I'm going to have this ass and that's just the way it is."

That's Serena Williams saying kiss my ass to journalists writing and asking about her weight.







You tell me...28" waist? Maybe. But not including the booty.






I dunno...whatcha gonna do with all that junk, inside that trunk? Probably win some more Grand Slam titles.

Till tomorrow...you can look forward to (Fisting, power bottoms, tossing salads, dancing with lesbians, and a circle of five guys with more drama than a Lifetime movie)

"W"

Friday, January 26, 2007

"W" Got Arrested!

Whew...what a way to start your Friday.

Actually, I didn't. Never have. Knock wood.

There's some fun little post thing going around myspace, so have some fun on your Friday.

You do a google search for your name, then got arrested for...for example.. "W got arrested for..."

When I did it the other day, W got arrested for spreading the Gospel.

Here's some I did randomly with my few but faithful readers.

"Dirk got arrested in Japan for having a bunch of bananas in his suitcase."

"Mad Queen Bess got arrested for possession of over the legal limit of good looks."

"Kevin got arrested for using a stolen laptop."

"Persian Guy got arrested for a disputed indecent exposure incident."

"Lewis got arrested for 'the show'.."

Ok...looking back I may be doing something wrong, because at work the other day, we got HILARIOUS answers.

Whatever...it's Friday!

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Hero

Jesus Christ, Superman, Barak Obama...I could go on and on with a list of potential heroes. Heck there's even an NBC show about 'em...catchy promos too! This morning in cycling, I was excited to say the least when I heard Bonnie Tyler's "Hero". Great song to pump peddles and really work up a sweat. Then I got to listening.

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Ok...well first I thought she was singing "He's gotta be fresh from the vine".

Either way...I'm like who's she kidding? Strong, fast, fresh from the fight? Who is she Maria from West Side Story? Sure, soon, larger than life?

I think I'm too distracted with the job hunt to be on the man hunt...but seriously kids...is there such thing as a perfect man (or woman)? Of course not. I've come to think you settle...no matter what...and you just have to find someone who meets most of what you're looking for in a significant other.

So who are my heroes? Arthur Ashe, Helen Keller, and anyone else who's brave in the face of adversity.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Intern(al)

So we have this new intern at work. A nice, over-eager person who won't shut up. Lord knows I talk all the time, but sheesh. Anyhoo, said intern won't stop talking and trying to impress. I also noticed she has tattoos...ON HER FEET!

Now I'm all about free expression, individuality, and do whatever tickles your fancy. However, YIKES! Tattoos on your feet? I'll probably draw some flack for this, but first off...why? Second, OUCH! And third, WHY? Then I realized, I was being a bit judgmental and prejudicial. The two things I hate in other people. So I got over it. But the bitch STILL talks a lot.

Oh, update on the city spokesperson job. I found out today that the starting salary is below the beans I'm making now, so even though it would be a good transition, it's definitely not a financially feasible.

On to the next job!

Monday, January 22, 2007

Gal Pal Passed!

It was almost as if the little stone had a mind of it's own. Knowing, waiting, hanging on to the last minute.

This morning I got a phone call from an excited Gal Pal. Somehow, just moments before having to schedule surgery to remove the kidney stone, she had to give a sample. Lo and behold, the stone passed then and there!

We celebrated with coffee before we went into work.

My weekend was uber-lame. For the second week in a row, I had to cancel a trip to the big city because of 'winter weather'. With 4-6-inches of snow and some sleet and freezing rain too, I decided to stay home. Needless to say, I didn't get six inches of anything :-( Not that I was expecting anything more either.

So I have to confess too...the kids at work got me hooked on this myspace craze. I know I know...but it's odd how many people from the past came out of the woodwork.

Smooches.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Blacks, Jews, and Gays

Wow...this week zipped by with me not posting everyday like I normally do.

It's been pretty hectic, considering about a week ago that nation's attention shifted to my neck of the woods. Two guesses as to what I'm talking about. (No Dirk, you can't answer, you already know ;-)

On Tuesday, I heard from an old friend about another friend's wedding in May. She's a good ole Methodist gal from Morehead (Seriously it's called "The hardwood capital of the world"...he's a nice Jewish boy from California. They met in a video store, because he had a University of Kentucky ball cap on, and the basketball team just won that day...so Em says "Go Cats!" And the rest is history. They're having an interfaith service. So I'm wondering, can I wear a yamulke, or is that not kosher?

On Wednesday, I attended a local Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Celebration Dinner. The guest speaker was Myrlie Evers Williams, wife of the late Medger Evers. He was gunned down in front of their Mississippi home back in the 60's. It took about thirty years to FINALLY convict his killer. During that time, Myrlie followed in her activist husband's footsteps to continue overcoming social injustice. She told the audience about how his death created a great hatred for people inside her. Then she said she remembered her husband's words, "If you hate someone, they probably don't know it. If they do, they probably don't care, and then you become the victim."

And what a week for the gays! Seriously, some massive drama coming from some of my Big City peeps. Luckily it's settling down and way too complicated, but yikes. It was a rough week for someone I really care about and thank goodness he's coming around and making the best of a bad situation.

For the second weekend in a row, I'm not going to the Big City because of wintry weather. Blah!

Okies...have a great weekend!

"W"

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Water Sports

How's this for dissappointing those into W/S!

I've been keeping a volley of emails lately with my friend Sean in Bangkok. He told me to prepare to get soaking wet while walking around. Unfortunately, it's not part of the keeping cool system. I asked him what he meant about the water throwing....here's what he said today.

"The water throwing is part of the celebration of the new year. Originally, it seems that one went to the eldest family member and had a ceremonial bathing as a way to wash away the old year and bless the new. Some pictures show washing the hands, some show a small amount being poured on the head. That seems to have grown into people throwing water each other. And if it were just thrown at you... it would be ok. But usually a large bucket is dumped on you. I've been more dry standing in a swimming pool--at least then, part of me is out of the water, my hair and face are not dripping. (NOTE: Sean is like 6'5) And as a illustration, my socks were so wet, they just siphoned all the dirt out of my shoes and turned grey. Neighborhood kids have squirt guns and bowls of water. But people will just stand on the side of the road with a huge industrial trash can filled with water. And they just heave bucketfulls of water at people. But that means you have to wait for someone to walk by. So others will put a tub filled with water in a pickup truck and drive down the street and downse anyone they see. And then the truck can speed away and they are safe from any water responce of the victim.

I have been riding the bus and had people throw buckets of water in the window or door at passengers. I have had a hose pointed in the window and the entire bus was washed on the inside. I have seen people board the bus with a bucket of water, pour it on passengers and then exit the bus. It's a city-wide water war. There are no rules. And it's a 3 day holiday, so no one has work.

Some parts of the city turn into water zones... where people know they can go to have water fights. Everyone has a HUGE super soaker gun and teams form and attacks are made and gangs support each other. Walking down that part of the street without a posse just means that everyone attacks you. Swim suits (surfer shorts), (wet) t-shirts, and sandals are the norm.

The water would be one thing. But in 'recent' years a powder element has been added. Some will dump water and then shake dry powder on you. Yes, you are just coated. Others will mix the powder with water to form a slimey paste which they will rub on your face and slather on your arms. I dont' understand it. I didn't like that part. There is no protest or protection. Everyone just laughs. You can ask for more or less participation. But 'escape' is not usually an option. But some parts of the city are worse than others."

Ah...one more thing to look forward to as I plan my trip!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

From Thailand to Tucson...

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

I used to love that program when I was a kid. Geography was my specialty.

So the time is drawing nigh where I have to figure out some vacation time for the rest of the year. We don't have to stick to the plan, but the person in charge of time off likes a tentative schedule to make sure 20 people aren't off the same week.

I've talked about it before, but I'm seriously beginning to make plans to go visit my friend Dean in Bangkok sometime in April. I know I know, the whole John Mark Karr, the whole scary military coup, the deadly tourist bombings on New Year's Eve...probably not appealing to the average traveler...but I still want to go. To me, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Normally, I wouldn't say 'oh vacation time, I'm going to Asia." Since I won't have to pay for a hotel or lodging, it's just food, plane ticket, and incidentals. I just have to wait for my tax refund to figure out how much I actually have to spend for the trip.

Yesterday, I blogged about how a former coworker wants me to come visit and apply for a job where he works (we work for the same parent company). I'm still not sold on 115 degree weather, and I'm not a hundred percent there'd be an offer, but if I was flown out for a couple of days to interview...hehe...I couldn't turn that down.

Update: Gal Pal is back to work today. She's hoping to pass it on her own, if not it's back to the doctor in a week to have it surgically removed. Yikes!

Update: It flurried here this morning with highs in the 20's lows in the teens/single digits...hmm...maybe the wild, wild west isn't so bad after all???

Later!

Monday, January 15, 2007

And This Too Shall Pass...

Hey all!

Lots of stuff to catch up on from the weekend...

We'll start with Gal Pal. She had a rough last few days in the hospital because of a kidney stone. I visited her Saturday evening and Sunday afternoon, she seemed in good spirits, despite the pain. I went to see her this morning after cycling class, but she already left...stone still inside her. I told her Saturday night don't worry, "This too shall pass."

I also talked with a former co-worker last night and got quite a surprise! He lives out west now, but told me he was in Boston. I asked what he was doing there and he replied, "Oh, some guy bought me a plane ticket to come see him." I said "some guy?"...he says "Yup, I kiss boys now." Well you could have knocked me over with a feather. He wasn't necessarily 'masculine' acting, but he always dated and sexed up the women when I knew him. Anyhoo, he's wanting me to transfer to where he works because "my supervisor loves the gays and there's a job opening up soon." Sounds tempting, but I'm not a fan of 115 degree weather. The timing is about right, so who knows???

Saturday I ate anything in front of my face. Seriously! Major food fest...and to top it all off...I had a lobsterita from Red Lobster. I said it before, I'll say it again. Any alcoholic beverage glass you can stick your whole face in...has to be good for you.

A quick update on my nephew, Zach. The last two weekends, he's been away from my sister and brother in law, because his birth father got permission for weekend visitation. Last weekend was the first time Zach had ever spent the night away...so it was very hard on all of them. What's frustrating is that my mom went and copied the file for Zach's case, and we found where the birthdad signed a termination of parental rights form back when Zach was just one month old. His birthmom also signed her TPR shortly after. So why is the case reopened? Good question. It's very frustrating.

Anyway, not to end on a sour note...but remember if you're having a rough patch or a bad day. "This too shall pass!"

"W"

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Something Old, Something New...

Ok...

If you haven't heard already it's something new. If you have it's something old. Either way it's definitely borrowed (from d-listed) and uh, i'll put it in colored font to make it something blue.

Who's the Boss...more like who's your daddy, Danny Pintauro.


Canada.com claims that Who’s the Boss star, Danny Pintauro, has posted a personal ad on a popular unnamed gay dating site. Danny who played Jonathan on the 80’s sitcom came out of the closet years ago. He’s 30 now and says he’s “sexy, passionate, fun, verbal, obedient (and) open to anything.”
He says he’s around 7 inches and doesn’t smoke, but likes to drink. Sorry, I need to stop. How is this news? It isn’t. I should’ve waited to post this under tomorrow’s “Who Cares?” news, but I’m just going to go with it. That all being said, I’d hit it from the front and back.


A friend of mine, and first LTR, sent me the actual pics last weekend. I won't result to such debauchery, but I'm sure you can do a google search and find the photos if you're curious. Yeah, he's wearing a jock strap. So shout out to Steve (yes, that's his real name) for the inspiration behind this entry.

It's almost the weekend...hurray!

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

A Date with the Preacher or Here Comes the Judge

A few days ago I was chatting with a friend who was excited about meeting a new guy for coffee. The friend was the guy who said he couldn't make it to church because he was on his way home, but I spotted him in a restaurant later that day. He's a nice fellow, just sketchy sometimes. Well, it turns out he met someone from my church through a personals ad and after a month or so of chatting and emails, finally met tonight for coffee. (BTW, church person is more of a church leader who is HOT HOT HOT...sketchy friend is also very attractive too).

Small world, right?

Tonight at work, I was flipping through some of the local small town newspapers and came across a familiar face on the front page. It was sketchy friend! He told me he was an attorney, but it turns out, he's not. Well he is, but he doesn't practice...because he's a JUDGE!

WTF?

So when I was talking with sketchy friend after the date, which went well, but he doesn't expect much to come of things...I mentioned I saw his picture in the paper today. He says, well I guess my secret is out of the bag. You bet it is!

Short post, long on content!

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Tempus Fugit

Hey all!

For you non latin speaking folks, tempus fugit means time flies (time flees actually, but whatever).

I can't believe it's been two whole days since I last posted. I guess that's what I get for posting at night and then skipping. By the time I was ready to post this morning, blogger was down, so I said forget it.

Time flies, and the clock is counting down to when my contract at work is up next month. I've mentioned it a few times before, and the wonderful Dirk Mancuso was kind enough to ask about it today in an email. Speaking of Dirk...does anyone else LOVE saying "Dirk Mancuso"??? The Gal Pal and I talk about him and we're like "oh that funny Dirk" or "Did you read Dirk today?"

Wow, way off track there. I drank a Pepsi tonight at work, and the caffeine and sugar did a number on me. That was four hours ago!

Ok, so back to my contract. I've been fretting a lot over switching gears from my current line of work to a more public relations type of job. Just this week, a seemingly perfect opportunity came up as a spokesperson for a local entity. I knew it was going to open up...now that it has...I'm nervous about even applying. Part of me wants to get an offer, so I can use it as leverage to re-negotiate at the current job. The other part knows I need to cross over to the PR world and actually make normal people money and have a 9-5 m-f job.

So I get an email from the 'younger' people's group leader at church, announcing upcoming events, and it also included some scripture about direction for the new year. Not to get all church-y on your asses, but it was some cool stuff.

Proverbs 16:9 In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps.

Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will direct your paths.

Of course I have been praying exactly for this, but it's great to have some scripture to turn to as well.

So we shall see where I'm led and what will happen next!

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Freak Show at the Gym

This has NOTHING to do with anything I saw in the locker room or in the showers. I'm too freaked out by both places to ever go inside. The freak show was all over the place today at the gym.

Political Poofster: Let's start with the high ranking elected official (republican) who touted the virtues of 'traditional family values' during his 04 campaign. He's in his late 40's, never married, and takes good care of himself (from the neck down). I know we can't help acne scars, so I'm not going there. Anyhoo, this guy was busy checking out anything with a penis while he was on the treadmill. I was annoyed simply on the 'my-political-party-won't-let-me-be-who-i-really-am,-so-i'll-just-keep-it-quiet'.

Otter Not Wear a Tank: I'm all for body hair. Especially if it's on the chest. But Lord (and Taylor), if you've got enough wool covering your arms and neck that you might be confused with a brown shag rug, then don't wear a tank top. This guy sweats something crazy too.

Arab Ass: When I was on the treadmill (I ran a mile...woo hoo...major accomplishment for me), I had a perfect few of a really nice derriere...I mean we're talking PRIMO ass. He had a full growth beard, which really isn't my thing (on the chest yes, on the face fully covered no), but boy hidey it was great watching him go! Come to think of it, he served as a little ass-piration to keep me running, chasing that tail.

So I sound very catty (or like most gay men), critiquing everyone else around me, but I did notice that Gal Pal was pretty smokin hot in her tight workout clothes. Then I worried I was lustfully thinking about GP, but I soon realized it was just me admiring her gray and pink ensemble.

I did the gym both days this weekend...now if I can only get there during the week!

Friday, January 05, 2007

Insomnia

I don't know what the deal was, but last night I just couldn't fall asleep. After about four hours in bed, I think I dozed off around three. Oddly enough, I should have been exhausted from work. Normally I'm in charge of two different jobs at work, but with people off from the holidays, I've been doing more to cover for everyone being off. Last night, I ended up taking on a whole other project in addition to my already full load. I worked nine hours and didn't have time to take a lunch. Poor me, I know. The deadlines probably caused me to get a bit stressed and I guess I just didn't wind down until the wee morning hours.

Luckily, there was a mega marathon of America's Next Top Model on VH1 (major guilty pleasure), and I watched until I got sleepy.

Now after reading that, you're probably bored to tears, so I'll end with a cute story.

Yesterday the Gal Pal had picked her 5 & 6 year olds up and one of them noticed her makeup back in the car. The 6 year old said hey mom, what's this? And she said 'a makeup bag.'....and the 6 year old said is it yours....she replies....yes, who else's would it be...and the 6 year old says, oh I thought it might be 'W's.

Kids.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

101 Things All In a Row

Hey...I'm cheating and using my 101 Things You Didn't Know About "W" as a whole list.

1.) I hate fish (eating or otherwise)
2.) I have a scar on the underside of my chin from when I was seven. I was standing in a chair looking for something (a doll) in the top of my closet...I fell and caught my chin on the metal closet door handle...I got three stitches.
3.) I suffer from body dismorphia.
4.) I'm terrible at saving and/or managing money.
5.) When I was in high school, I played tenor saxophone and piano. I sold my saxophone to help pay for a spring break trip in college. Yeah it was totally worth it.
6.) I hold an individual national championship in informative speaking (the topic: using infant foreskin to regrow human skin). I also am a two time international finalist and was part of a two time world championship team.
7.) I pretend to have good taste in fashion, but I still wear shirts, pants, suits that are several years old.
8.) I make a delicious carmel pie.
9.) Fall is my favorite season, but I hate the ending since it means winter is on the way next.
10.) I like to play tennis and watch women's tennis, Monica Seles' comeback from the stabbing inspired me on so many levels.
11.) I have about 100 neckties.
12.) I think Tori Amos is a musical genius.
13.) Large crowds intimidate me, because I don't feel in control of the situation.
14.) The only surgery I've ever had was to remove my wisdom teeth.
15.) For a year and a half, I had a serious relationship with a co-worker.
16.) I've only been in one major car accident, I was driving, my parents were with me, we were inches from getting seriously injured. I still feel guilty today.
17.) I'm not a big crier. I just don't cry, even at my grandmother's funeral. I still feel awful about that one too. I do cry everytime I watch "Independence Day"....when the First Lady dies and when the President gives his "we will not go quietly" speech near the end.
18.) I don't get drag or the Gay High Holy Day of Halloween.
19.) Despite my affinity for performing arts and musicals, I only saw "The Sound of Music" for the first time in April 06.
20.) I'm more out at work than I am to my family.
21.) I grew up on a farm, raising dairy cattle, tobacco, and corn.
22.) I find it ironic that dad's side of the family with the tobacco farm are non smokers.
23.) I was in a triad for about 6 months
24.) I'm WAY math-impaired. My senior year of high school I took AP Calculus because my best friend took it the year before and gave me all the tests and quizzes. I made a 98 for the year.
25.) I wore braces from age 13-17.
26.) I have way too many button up shirts with vertical stripes, because I read they're more slimming than horizontal.
27.) I'm an official Duke of Hazard (One Z, not two like the show)
28.) I grew up very near Abraham Lincoln's birthplace. In fact, the back of our farm bordered the back of the national park.
29.) Although not a vegetarian, I could probably go the rest of my life not eating meat and be just fine.
30.) As a child, I had tons of little boy toys (like GI Joe and Transformers), but I'd like to pretend I'd take GI Joe soldiers to the commissary to shop for more stylish clothes. I mean you can only wear so much cammo!
31.) I'm most comfortable at home barefoot (not pregnant).
32.) My favorite character from "Sordid Lives" is Juanita. Watch the movie, love her, you'll understand.
33.) My favorite books are the Tales of the City Series, followed closely by Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.
34.) If I could do anything else job wise, I'd either be a band director or a congressman.
35.) I went to Rome once in college for a week, the first three days were spent in culture shock, the next four I was drunk. I totally don't remember the Sistine Chapel.
36.) I prefer cut to uncut, but my two "long" term relationships involved uncut men.
37.) I manscape, and prefer others who do. Shaving totally is a big no-no in my book.
38.) For awhile, I carried a two man bags, one brown, one black, but then it got too hard switching out purses everyday just to match with my shoes.
39.) Mostly I'm a nice person, but I do love to gossip (especially if it's true).
40.) America's Next Top Model, The Amazing Race, and Project Runway are my three favorite reality shows.
41.) I'm a people pleaser, although not as bad in my younger days, but I still like to make people happy.
42.) I'm nearsighted in one eye and farsighted in the other. No it does not balance out.43.) I've never lived in a city with more than 50,000 people.
44.) I love to travel and have been to both coasts, and to Europe twice (Rome & Paris).
45.) I keep way too many receipts and various credit cards in my wallet, so I don't put it in my back pocket, I just carry it in my coat or manbag.
46.) I don't know why I feel the need to pay 4 bucks for a cup of coffee, but I love my Starbucks!
47.) I'm very confused about the direction of my life and career at the moment.
48.) I wear a size 10 shoe
49.) I have more than a dozen pairs of shoes and sandals in my closet, I only wear about half of them.
50.) My coffee table books are "A Beautiful Life", "Face Forward, "When I Knew" and "The Tori Amos Anthology".
51.) I can wiggle my ears and entire scalp.
52.) I prefer boxerbriefs to just boxers or briefs.
53.) I've never been water skiing or snow skiing.
54.) I have been ice skating several times, but fall down a lot.
55.) I go through food phases...I find something I like and can easily make...then eat it for a few weeks and get burned out on it.
56.) I have absolutely no real direction in my life, thinking about my future career path scares me.
57.) I get my haircut once a month (and my eyebrows shaped up...ok waxed).
58.) I've been ticketed for speeding twice, and got out of a speeding ticket twice too.
59.) I was raised Southern Baptist, but for since Oct 06 have been attending a church for GLBT folk...their message is "Everyone is welcome at God's table".
60.) I'm a registered Democrat.
61.) I voted for Howard Dean in the 04 Primary (before the infamous yell).
62.) I live in a Red State with two major Blue Cities, and it still doesn't help combat closed minded conservatism.
63.) I buy those teeth whitening strips (they do work!), but can't seem to use them twice a day for a week or two weeks as recommended by the directions.
64.) I live in a two bedroom apartment with light pink walls (the painters made a big mistake, so I don't turn on main lights much to try and soften the pink).
65.) My decorating style is contemporary classic.
66.) At 28, I already have gray hairs popping up...mostly along the front and sides.
67.) I've resorted to touching up the gray and am in need of another touch up.
68.) I was not a fan of the frosty locks or blonde highlights that were so popular in the last 6-7 years.
69.) I don't consider myself a top or a bottom.
70.) I joke about the above and claim to be 'saving myself for civil union'.
71.) I've never been skinny dipping.
72.) I used to be really superstitious, and would have to do rituals before something important. Now I realize it's all out of my control.
73.) However, I always say the Lord's Prayer when I fly. Once we're on the runway, as we're taking off.
74.) I've never been to New York City or Los Angeles.
75.) I love vacationing near a beach.
76.) I get carried away shopping for Christmas, and usually go way over budget.
77.) I think once a month I get PMS (the male version)...for a few days I'm cranky, bitchy, and bloated (moreso than the rest of the month).
78.) I'm still struggling on when and how to break the news to the family that I'm a big ole 'mo
79.) I did come out to my sister, who was amazingly supportive.
80.) I talk to myself at the grocery store, but no where else.
81.) I have five sets of matching scarves and caps, but don't really have enough winter weather to really need them.
82.) I used to hate Sundays, because that meant Monday was right around the corner. Now I love Sundays because of a wonderful church.
83.) My three favorite Yankee Candle scents are Key Lime Pie, Buttercream, and Pineapple Paradise.
84.) I try not to think about the future or long term situations (like where do I want to be in 5 years, in 10 years, when do I want to retire?)
85.) I'm a huge Will and Grace fan. Karen is my favorite. I'm thinking of starting a Karen quote of the day.
86.) I don't think my life is interesting enough to come up with 100 facts or tidbits87.) I had a rattail when I was in second grade. As a joke to my dad, my aunt dyed the tail part blonde, to contrast with my brown hair.
88.) I have a Razr phone, but don't feel so special now that most everyone else has one too.
89.) Blogging has become very liberating for me. I don't find my life that interesting, but I do have a few readers and it's therapeutic to get feedback/input/etc.
90.) I once had a urinary tract infection, didn't read the warning label on the medicine, and freaked out when I saw my urine turn a bright radioactive orange color.
91.) When I pray and am alone, I pray out loud.
92.) My motto at work is usually "Good enough" or "I get paid to be above average, not outstanding".
93.) I typically spend too much time worrying about how to make other people happy, I'm big on consideration for others, but when I do lapse in that area, I usually screw up bigtime and end up hurting someone deeply.
94.) I broke up with a guy because he had a communicable, but not life threatening STD.
95.) Sometimes I daydream about having the perfect man...tall, dark hair with gray peppered in, sipping coffee on the back porch of our two story home on a Sunday morning. Then I wake up and really smell the coffee.
96.) I find it hard to understand why so many great men and women I know (in the blog world and in real life) are single.
97.) I've had my heart broken a few times, and each time it hurts just as bad.
98.) I don't necessarily believe in karma, but I do think everything happens for a reason.
99.) I have dark circles under my eyes that aren't hidden even with makeup or concealer.
100.) I've never kissed a girl or done anything else along those lines. (well until jan 01, 2007...just after midnight, I played spin the bottle with church friends...and well...Sarah's one lucky lady! oh it was just a kiss people...nothing else.)
101.) I need to start loving and respecting myself more.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

The One About "You're a Wonderful Man...but..."

After dinner last Thursday, and then a gym workout and coffee Saturday, the waiter from the Thai restaurant, "Jim" decided I was a wonderful man...but he's not ready for a relationship.

Whoa! Hold the phone!

I was under the impression we were hanging out, getting to know each other as friends, with no expectations whatsoever. Apparently that's gay code for 'i want to marry you, let's pick out china patterns.' Or maybe since we didn't sleep together the first, second, or third time we met, it signaled something more significant.

Either way, I'm more annoyed at the over-reaction than anything.

On Saturday evening, Tom suggested I call him when I get back to town New Year's Day. I did. He didn't answer, so I left a voicemail inviting him out to dinner. Hours later, he sends a text saying "W" I think you're a wonderful man, but I"m not ready for a relationship. I hope you understand." He got out of a three year long term relationship about 9 months ago.

Ok fine whatever. I replied with a text saying I didn't even know we were 'dating', I thought we were just hanging out getting to know each other, but it seems as if we were on different pages. If you want to just be friends, that's fine with me.

Good thing having better luck with men isn't a resolution of mine this year.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Ode to Kathy Mattea

Who? Kathy who?

Kathy Mattea, multiple grammy & CMA winner, famous for songs like 18 Wheels and a Dozen Roses (catchy, I know), Lonesome Standard Time, and Walkin' Away A Winner, also helped lead the country music industry into the HIV/AIDS fight with her activism. However, it's Mattea's song "Standing Knee Deep in a River (Dying of Thirst)" is the focus of my first blog entry of 2007.

For those of your country music fans (I am not one), you might recall some of the lyrics.

Friends I could count on, I could count on one hand,
With a leftover finger or two.
I took 'em for granted, Let 'em all slip away.
Now where they are, I wish I knew.

They roll by just like water,
And I guess we never learn.
Go through life parched and empty,
Standin' knee deep in a river and dyin' of thirst.

While it's an early 90's song, 15 year-ish later it still holds a lot of truth.

Think about it. Your core group of really good friends (or Lover, if you are MQB) are probably limited to a handfull of people. I would guess 2-4 max. They're the ones you turn to for advice, comfort, and support. These are the folks that would help you murder that annoying coworker and hide the body. Then you have tier two. Maybe 4-6 more that you occasionally have dinner or drinks with that you share idle gossip with. They're the ones that would probably not be willing to help you commit a felony, but would turn a blind eye to the crime. Then comes a layer of superficial acquaintances. This number greatly varies from 6 or more. They're the ones who'd smile in support as the men in blue are handcuffing you, because they snitched and know you can't get them from behind prison walls.

Criminal references aside, it's a very interesting social network in which most of us operate. I do have friends I can count on, that I can count on one hand (both hands actually), and yeah I may have a leftover finger or two. However, I'm very thankful for them.

Over the weekend, I hung out with Thom and we had some insightful conversations about friends and life and being there for others. In the past, some of his friends haven't been true friends. Likewise I haven't been as true as I needed to some of my friends. Totally different situations, but it helped us both realize with a new year, we need a new outlook on relationships, especially with those who we call friend.

So even if you can't be as fashionable, cute, or pun-ny as those gals on Sex and the City, don't worry, your Samantha, Carrie, Miranda, and Charlotte are out there...just waiting to be counted on.