Days of Our Sordid Lives

Two Week Notice

2008-06-16T16:52:00.000-07:00

If you've noticed, it's been two weeks since my last post. Talk about a whirlwind of fun and excitement!!!

Today I gave my two week notice. I end work on June 27 and start work on June 30. No down time, but I prefer it that way. Keeps the paychecks steady and I don't have time to think about any changes...you just hit the ground running and go.

I've been packing a little and pricing stuff for a yard sale I'm having with Gal Pal this weekend.

I think it also means things are winding down here for good at DOOSL. The actual movie/play "Sordid Lives" comes to Logo as a TV series in July. I may reappear in the future with another blog, but I think as I start a new phase of my life, it's just time for something else. Plus, I keep in touch with most of the usual suspects anyway.

Smooches to all and to all a good night!

News Update

2008-06-02T16:27:00.000-07:00

So last week they checked my references and I was told I was the top pick for the job! They want me to meet with one of the higher ups later this week and HOPEFULLY I'll get an interview.

In the meantime, J is getting ready to head to Europe (without me...awe), so I'll be counting down the days left at my current job and the days to when he returns (about two weeks).

As for my naked juice drinking habit...Dean and Lewis are perverts. I'm offended, because I'm so pure and innocent :-) And they both know that's a crock.

Smooches!

Get Naked!

2008-05-20T05:36:00.000-07:00

It's costly but tasty and worth the effort. I've been reading up on different takes on the product. It's got a pound of fruit in each bottle. No sugar or other additives = all natural. Yes the sugar content is high, but not as high as other juices. They're also meant to be consumed as a meal and light snack, but not with a meal.

It's my new guilty pleasure.

***News Update***

No word yet on the job. The window of 'we'll let you know' has changed. So I'll let you know when I know!

"W"

Mrs. B. is Back

2008-05-08T16:08:00.000-07:00

I'm not talking about myself either!

After a multi-month hiatus from Barnes & Noble (and the cafe), I recently ventured back and saw an old friend...Mrs. B. She's the friendly barista whom my friend Terry nicknamed Mrs B because we thought she was a bitch. It was cool to see her again. She's also preggers with kid #2.

I am back too...after a two week break.

Good news...hopefully better news in a few days. I had an interview in the Big City that lasted THREE HOURS. We mainly chit chatted, but I felt great during and after. The interviewer came in to work on his day off to meet, and was very friendly and sold the company and himself. I did very little selling myself. He seemed extremely interested and we talked money, starting date, etc. A former coworker who is there now really talked me up and the guy even said he was excited to meet me. It would be a totally different career path. Well not totally different, just a new side of my current business that would incorporate several of my current skills.

Best of all...it's a very short commute (20 minutes or so) from J's house. We had a serious talk about moving in, and it looks like that will happen once I do find a job.

I'll keep you posted...you keep your fingers crossed.

Thanks to all who've already said prayers!

"W"

Tranny Flush

2008-04-24T05:39:00.000-07:00

Yup, that's what I need to have done soon, but the procedure will set me back a couple of hundred dollars.

Last week I went in for an oil change, and the mechanic said I was approaching a hundred thousand miles and needed some routine maintenance. That includes a tranny flush, a coolant flush, and 4X4 work. Blah. I price checked around and the 400 avg at the first place was definitely lowest.

Sorry for the lack of posts lately, but things have calmed down and there's not a ton going on.

Catch you soon!
"W"

Half Marathon Journal

2008-04-10T19:13:00.000-07:00

I'd read where the night before the big run you probably won't sleep well because of all the anticipation. J and I didn't get into bed until after 11 and the alarm was set for 5:15. I knew that if I went to bed any earlier...I wouldn't fall asleep and just be there worrying about trying to fall asleep.

I didn't wait for the alarm to go off, so at 5:10 I got out of bed, put on some deodorant, and slipped into my race gear. Medium blue shorts with a long sleeved moisture wicking dark blue shirt with medium blue accents. I just happened to get a cap with those two shades at trivia night the night before. My running shoes were gray with red trim. I wanted an all gray and red outfit, but it was a chilly morning, so I had to dress appropriately.

I drove the 30 minutes to downtown Big City and picked up the girls/co-workers at 6:00. At 6:15, they made it down from their hotel room. I drive us the 10 blocks over to near the starting area and we hit the porta potties. Then we hear the emcee instructing people to hurry up to line up. The race is about to begin, but we haven't made it down to where we need to start. We're divided up by times, but don't have enough time to get in with the 10 minute group, so we just hop in line with the 8's. Pretty soon the gun sounds, but we can't start moving until the mass of 4 thousand or so people start their run. We all have timing chips on our shoe laces to mark our personal official start.

Then we're off...it's a slow jog...everyone is elbow to elbow. My three friends and I manage to stay together by running 2 X 2. Ahead of us is the Gateway to the West, and then we turn right and head past Beer Baseball Stadium....we're about to mile one and the crowd is really shifting. We're passing some people...others are passing us by. We hit mile two and I'm feeling fine. The big Beer Brewery is off in the distance as we trot toward the massive facility. I skip the first water station because it's too crowded and I was doing ok. The experts say stop at every station, but what do they know.

I notice people are wearing iPods...strictly forbidden in the rules. I'm glad I didn't bootleg mine in, because I wanted to race clean ;-)

We pass by the street with church, and I think it'll be a few more hours before the first service, and then another four hours or so before I make it (hopefully) to the second service. We round a little park near the brewery and climb our first steep hill. It's a short one. By this point, people are shedding gloves and shirts as things start to heat up. We're nearing mile four and I bitch about not getting water at the first place. I rip open an energy gel (glucose like goo) and start sucking it down. Ew...worse than flavored lube. We slow for a water break and keep going.

I see lots and lots of runners and now walkers still on the other side of the street...a few miles behind us on the course, but right across from us on the road. Oh, I've forgotten to mention there's been a crowd of spectators on both sides and in the median, cheering racers on.

I wrote my "W" name across my bib, so people...strangers really...could root me on down the road. Several did throughout the course, bringing a smile to my face. Somewhere around mile 5 or so, we spot and hear our friend Becki, who came down from Chicago to cheer us on. She brought cowbells and was clanging away. Good ole Becki! We passed her on another steeper, longer hill...it was great help heading up and up.

We turn another corner to head back downtown and that's where Molly and I lost pals CJ and Stephanie. We thought they ducked into a toilet as we slowed for a water stop, because they told us they needed to go. The crowd was really thick still at this point, and the others turned onto the main street without us. We slowed some more to wait and from then it was over.

So Molly and I just made the race about the two of us. We talked, shared stories, caught up, even laughed and encouraged each other to the finish. Mile 6-8 were kinda rough because we had some big hills and it was near the midway point. Once we turned back around mile 10, we felt we were hitting the home stretch. At the 11 marker we got passed by a guy in a separate lane. He was BOOKING it! I asked Molly what was up, and she said he's in the marathon. THE MARATHON WINNER ran by and WHAM he was gone. The man ran twice as far, twice as fast...and then some!

We passed the 'two miles until beer sign', and then with every step, I knew the finish line would soon be in sight. The crowds got thicker and the cheering got louder...a smile was plastered on my face that wouldn't fade for hours, and the adrenaline was pumping. I had never experienced anything like it in my life. Literally thousands of people standing around cheering me on. What a rush! I look up ahead and see the goal. Molly and I pick up the pace and within a few steps across the finish line, we see CJ and Stephanie running up to us. I bend over, and a race volunteer slips a medal over my neck.

I did it!!!

2 Timothy 4:7 I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith.

Birthday to Remember

2008-04-07T18:10:00.000-07:00

Wow! I was blown away by a weekend full of surprises. I've known and bragged about how wonderful "J" is. This weekend there's no doubt I'm the most lucky man on earth for having "J" as a boyfriend.

Saturday started with birthday in bed. (Minds out of the gutter please...Sarah...Dean...Lewis that means you too!) Presents and presents and more presents. I opened three awesome button down shirts, a Will & Grace DVD, running shorts, a card, and more importantly, "J" was there with me. I told him so. The best present was him...there with me...knowing he loves me as much as I love him. (and yes...there was some gutter stuff immediately following).

I rested up for the race Saturday, and then we raced downtown in the Big City to meet Gal Pal and the co-workers running with me to register. Then came another surprise..."J" packed each of us a little post running gift bag...complete with heat wraps, ibuprofen, band aids, and some other goodies. Isn't he such a sweetie?

After getting my running bib & number and my timing chip, we drove back out to the 'burbs and grabbed a quick carb-ful dinner and headed to trivia night. Once there came another surprise. Instead of following the 'That's Entertainment" theme, our table had a "Happy 30-th Birthday W" theme!!! It was like I had a party with 200 of my closest friends (mostly strangers). Party hats, a birthday princess crown, buttons, glitter, balloons, streamers, and all the decorations to match. A complete stranger brought a cake from an Italian specialty bakery...(i had a small piece despite the sugar). Again, I was completely blown away.

Before the first round of questions "Showtunes"...we had the church's biggest drag queen perform a few numbers, including a happy birthday led salute to moi. Who can say they had a drag queen sing happy birthday to them at a church function? Not many. I got more than a dozen cards and some gift bags and lots of friendly well wishes.

Then "J" gave me a bag with two more gifts. One was a book "Invitation to Fairyland"...private joke between us....and then I opened the biggest and best surprise of the evening!!! Inside the box, I found a guidebook to New York City and a note!!! "Pick a few places out of here for when we take a trip for two to NYC!" Wow! I've never been...and I'm totally excited about getting to go.

"J" also had the peeps from my work make a 'best of' DVD ' of my own work...more like a blooper reel...which he showed off on a portable DVD player at our table. The final surprise of the night...the final round of trivia was "The Wizard of OZ"...sponsored by J..."for his Dorothy".

I'm still reeling from all the excitement and surprises. I actually might have left something out.

Oh yeah, I finished the half marathon in 2:36...six minutes shy of my goal, but I finished and that's all that matters.

I'll profile the race in tomorrow's post.

Smooches,
"W"

Transfixed

2008-04-04T05:48:00.000-07:00

Thursday's Oprah featured a very interesting guest. A transgender man, who still had female sex organs. His partner, a woman, couldn't physically have children, so he got pregnant.

At first, I took issue with them calling him "a pregnant man", but then I realized that's how he chooses to identify. Since the couple wanted children, and had the means to do so, they did.

While I'll admit it's an unusual circumstance, I was really disappointed with some co-workers who kept calling it weird and a freakshow. Facing a deadline, I didn't have much time to do damage control, but I did spend about five minutes reminding them to look at the other side of the story.

Here's an article on it...

An American man who claims he is six months pregnant said it was a "miracle" in his first TV interview.
Thomas Beatie, 34, of Bend, Oregon, used to be a woman before undergoing gender reassignment surgery.
He first claimed he was pregnant in an article headlined "Labour of love" in a gay magazine, the Advocate, last month.
Many were sceptical, particularly after Beatie said he would not give any interviews until April Fools' Day.
But speaking on Oprah Winfrey's US chat show yesterday, he said: "Different is normal and love makes a family. And that's all that matters."
Beatie appeared with his wife, Nancy, for the interview. The audience was shown footage of his ultrasound scan and heard the sound of a heartbeat.
As he saw the scan on the monitor, Beatie told the doctor: "She's kicking. I can't believe it. I can't believe she's inside me. This is a miracle. We see this as a miracle."
He described pregnancy as a "human desire", not limited to women.
"I'm a person and I have the right to have my own biological child," he said.
Beatie said pregnancy did not make him feel more feminine.
"It doesn't make me want to go and shave my legs or something," he said. "I'm a man, I just happen to be a pregnant man."
He told Winfrey he had had a sex change but had not altered his reproductive organs because he wanted to have a child.
"I didn't know how, it was just a dream," he said.
"There was no plan laid out."
He said many organisations the couple had contacted for help had advised them against going public, warning: "The world's not ready for something like this."
But he said: "I think people will be shocked because no one's ever heard of a man giving birth before.
"I guess it's a shocking concept, but in this day and age that's possible. And it's happening now."
Dr Kimberley James, the couple's doctor in Bend, Oregon, told the show the pregnancy was "normal".
"This baby's totally healthy and this is, I consider, an average pregnancy," she said.
Beatie was born female and called Tracy Lagondino before undergoing gender reassignment surgery. He is legally married and has been married for five years.
He was a Miss Teen Hawaii finalist but described himself as a tomboy growing up.
Beatie told Winfrey he "found himself" at college after a boyfriend told him he was not feminine enough.
"I feel like I was meant to be exactly who I am today," he said.

Geography Whore

2008-04-02T18:48:00.000-07:00

I was a pretty weird kid.

As an elementary school student, I'd casually read the Funk & Wagnall's Atlas like it was the Bible. From countries all over the world, to capitals, to flags and more, I loved me some maps. Europe was a favorite. South America too. My Africa and Asia fondness wasn't so great. However, now that those Eastern Euro countries have fought and split and declared independence...it's a bit fuzzy. In 5th grade I won the State and Country Bee Award, beating a close friend at the time, Russ O. He's now working in DC for the government or for some watchdog agency. Eat it Russell! I think those were my first trophies I won. Well I did have some baseball participation hardware from elementary school, but I stopped playing when the coach stopped pitching and you had to actually hit against a real pitcher. Yes my position was catcher. Le Sigh. It all comes full circle.

The last two days I've been addicted to a geography test game. I can get to level 11 with ease, but I've only reached 12, the last level, once.

Here's the link...enjoy.

http://www.travelpod.com/traveler-iq?479c=ce69

"W"

Gaying it Up

2008-03-28T05:33:00.000-07:00

Like I have to even try...

Last weekend was full of Easter activity. Good Friday service at church. (It was the somber one, where you're supposed to wear black, but no one told me. I had on brown and reminded people brown is the new black.) Saturday I recovered from my Good Friday 12 mile run. I'm totally feeling ready for the half marathon next weekend. I haven't trained exactly like I should, but I know I'm mentally and physically ready to finish strong. Saturday evening we did Mexican at a new place with some friends and the food gave me an upset stomach. The kind that almost made the think I was dehydrated from my previous day's run, although I drank lots of water and sports drinks to recoup. After dinner I recovered in time for a GLBT band concert. I was impressed. They played some recognizable tunes, including Espana (it's the bullfighter song, you'd know it if you heard it), and selections from the opera Carmen. We left at intermission (I jokingly called it halftime) because it was a school night/church night and we had the big Easter service(s) coming up.

The choir was phenomenal in both services (of course I'm a bit biased). After church our friends made reservations at some swanky steakhouse. We also had an invite for lunch at another friend's home, but politely declined. We chose the 3 course brunch option...the food was ok...but again it reminded me of the thought...'how much do you pay for food...how much is too much...and is 35 bucks a person too much for just 'ok' dining.

This week is even gayer...the Men's Chorus concert is Saturday night (SHOWTUNES!...is the title)...and then we're doing dinner for Sarah's bday beforehand...she turns 23 (I think). In a recent post I identified her as younger.

Have a marvelous weekend...
W

Sri Lankan Sister Sex

2008-03-27T19:17:00.000-07:00

Well if that doesn't get more hits to this blog, I don't know what will.

Today I was talking with a good friend and co worker about how she often cancels plans with her friends to do things with her family. For example, last weekend she traveled to the Big City with her mom, dad, and sister to see her other sister. Tonight, she ditched us to go out with the other sister who was in visiting. She probably sees said other sister a few times a month. In her Sri Lankan culture, family is very important. I understand that part. However, it seems like a constant cancellation with her.

So I said, you just saw your sister five days ago, can't you bring her along for a few drinks tonight? She replied, 'Well you go see J every weekend and don't stay here to hang out with us!"
I responded, "Yes, but you're not having sex with your sister...that's totally different."

PS...I did my 12 miles last Friday! Gearing up for the big half on April 6th!!!

The Vaginatarian

2008-03-18T19:19:00.000-07:00

During a fancy-smancy dinner party last Saturday evening, I cast aside my aversion to seafood, and took the plunge. As part of the multi-course meal, we dined on avocado halves with cheese, bacon, and tomato...a phyllo shell salad with veggies in a cream sauce...and then...grilled scallops in a dill yogurt dressing. We also had succulent prime rib and scalloped potatoes and a chocolate orange cake filling with cream icing.

Yes, I ate the scallops...well one and a half anyway. I felt like I was really braving new territory...plus I didn't want to offend the chef/hosts. I passed on the jumbo prawn though.

So just because I dined on some 'fish', doesn't mean I'm going muff diving anytime soon.

One of "J"s neighbors actually advertises the contrary. On a bumper sticker he proudly proclaims, "I'm a vagina-tarian". Lovely.

Lesbian Lovin'

2008-03-17T16:55:00.000-07:00

Let's flashback ten years (about the last time I posted something...more like 10 days...but moving)...

No let's flashback 12 years to January of 1996. "W" was a fresh faced, 155 pound senior in high school. "W" lived for every Thursday night to watch his new found favorite Must See TV...FRIENDS! I'd set the VCR to record my little precious to re-watch the hilarity on the weekend. Yes, much like now, I had no life back then either.

However, when we got to "The One With The Lesbian Wedding", I was totally disgusted and only watched the episode...and purposely did not record it, because being a lesbian was wrong and gross.

Little did I know.

Saturday, I was supposed to go to to a holy union for a couple of carpet munchers from church...love 'em actually...because they love J and me. However, I was sick (another reason for not posting all week last week)...so I skipped out.

Ok...right now Dancing With the Stars is on...and my celebrity girlfriend Monica Seles is on. She's never been known for her footwork on the tennis court...so I'm anxious to see her move on the dance floor.

Later,
"W"

Like Sands Through The Hourglass...

2008-03-05T18:29:00.000-08:00

Well lo and behold...

A whole week has passed since my last entry. Oops. Sue me.

I'm really away from blogging starting Friday morning until Monday night....so I only have a four day window to write stuff...and lately it seems like time passes and I'm not really going anywhere or doing anything.

Two months into the year...I haven't really stuck with my 1700 calorie a day diet...I haven't been faithful at the gym...I haven't even been faithful to my half marathon training. I am doing my long runs as it gets closer and closer...so that's the good part. I know I can hang with the long requirements each week...and in the end...that's what counts. I've been fighting a cold/not feeling 100% and the weather too. Two ice storms and some snow thrown on top isn't fun or run friendly.

I did do my required 9 miles last Saturday. It took a little longer than I'd hoped...but I got the job done. I tried using an energy gel about halfway through. I ripped open the packet and squeezed the strawberry kiwi flavored goo into my mouth. It tasted like flavored lube (ew)...so after forcing part of it down, I drank some water and the rest wasn't so bad. It actually really helped pick me up. I wish I had another toward the end.

This week it's ten.

Here's a random shirtless pictures of hottie Rami Kashou from Project Runway. Love me some Israeli stud meat! Tonight is the season finale, so we'll see who wins. My prediction...Jillian.

Later,

"W"

Sarah = Super

2008-02-27T18:44:00.000-08:00

We were sitting next to each other (as we usually do) last Sunday at church, when Sarah said, "I really am a bad person."

I totally disagree.

Let me set up her comment.

She has just commented on the awkwardness of an extremely tall transgendered woman. Sarah actually said, "So and So seems awkward as a man and as a woman."

To me it was a simple observation, not a mean spirited comment. Then it led to me to realize the need to write a post about this amazing person.

Despite all the crude and blunt comments Sarah makes, they're truly all truth based with a splash of sass.

I've been thinking deeply about her spirit too. Sarah has a huge heart and true compassion for other people. (Sarah if you are reading this, stop laughing NOW!) For a 21-year old, she's not all over the place like other people her age.

But back to her spirit. Free spirited, fun loving, and carefree seems to accurately describe her being, and then some more. She's really helped me look at the world differently. I think it's her respect and attitude that she can learn things from all types of people...that really influences me. At least it gets me to thinking too.

And of course, she's always good for a "Sarah Says" or two.

"W"

And the Winner is...

2008-02-26T18:25:00.001-08:00

After being one of maybe 6 people in America who watched the Oscars, I think I'll give out a special award of my own.

Drumroll please...

"J"!

A few weeks back, I told you how J won "*****-er of the Year" at his place of employment. Last week was the deadline to enter the district wide contest. J declined. He said he didn't have time and probably didn't have the credentials to win. Sure he's being modest...very modest.

However, he gets the Save the Day award for something he did over the weekend. Sunday at church during the first service, the choir was singing and all of a sudden, the CD skipped. He looks over at the tech people and says play Track Three. The choir picks right back up, and it skips again. So he grabs his music sheets, counts the choir off, and sits down at the piano and plays it himself to finish the song. Appropriately named..."He's Watching Over Me".

Second service....SAME THING! Same spot...same save the day actions from J.

What's most impressive...since they choir was singing with a track, J doesn't play through the songs on the piano. He only will play parts during rehearsal...to give each section their note(s)...so he was pretty much sight reading his way through. He can't play by ear either, so he wasn't fudging along. I proudly stood and clapped after each song.

It's not easy being a choir director's wife ;-)

Smooches
"W"

TOMORROW: A post about Sarah, without any Sarah Says!

Vocabulary Lesson

2008-02-25T18:47:00.000-08:00

In the last year or so, Oprah introduced some of us to the term Vah JJ...as in vagina. Not that I want to hear the big O talking about her woman parts, but it's an h-i-larious term.

This weekend, I learned a twist on the O word. If mangina is the male equivalent to vagina, then certainly mah J J is equal to vah JJ.

I can already tell my friend Dean (of Bangkok fame) is having a conniption fit that I'm talking about hoo-hah's. Not really, but it reminded me of an email I got after blogging about Lindsay Lohan's hoohah a year ago.

Speaking of hoo-hah's...it's also a term used by some at church for the praise and worship team...hoo-hah singer's....not in reference to genitals...but in like it's a big deal. My coffee shop owner friend also calls them the hootenanny singers.

On with the vocab lesson...

shut 'er down - Verb - meaning to shut up...it's the gay equivalent to that Cable Guy 'comic'... to be said like git 'er done.

I peed a little - Verbage - as in "I was so scared by that drag queen, I peed a little." or "I can't believe I bought that shirt for $228, when I bought it I peed a little."

janky - adjective - Did you see that wrestling outfit Ricky made a few weeks ago on Project Runway. It looked kinda janky.

Enjoy!

Touch

2008-02-19T17:22:00.000-08:00

For those of you with weak stomachs...read no further.

I keep telling you how wonderful a man "J" is...how he's so sweet and kind...how I'm the luckiest man on earth because he's in my life...

All that is true.

When he holds my hand...touches my back...or reaches out to cuddle with me...I get a sensation that I cannot fully describe. It's a warm feeling of comfort, of excitement, of a tingle that runs all over me.

I don't smile often, but when J puts a hand anywhere on my body, I can't help to grin from ear to ear.

I never realized the power of touch could be so strong.

Taxing Week

2008-02-14T05:10:00.000-08:00

With a couple inches of ice on the ground here, it's been a week of slipping and sliding. Thank goodness I never lost power, when about 12,000 other people in the county did. It's supposed to be up to 48, so I'm hoping all this crap will melt away. Goodbye Winter Storm 08!

It's Valentine's Day, so I'm planning on slipping up (no pun intended) to the Big City after work to surprise J. He has choir practice tonight, so I'm going to put a card on under his wiper blade, and then head on to the house. I'm calling in sick tomorrow, because I am sick and tired of working hard all week...plus I do feel a little run down.

Last night, I finished my taxes at Gal Pal's house. We always buy Turbo Tax together and split the cost. I'm confused, because this year I only get $38 back in state taxes, when I usually get around 200 or so. What's dissappointing, is that last year I used my federal return to buy my plane ticket to Bangkok. This year, I don't have a fun trip planned :-(

Sarah and I went to Bangkok together, and we joked at immigration that we'd never make it on the Amazing Race, because it took us forever to get through the line. Of course you don't see the teams waiting in line at customs or immigration, since it's boring stuff.

Well last night, I had another weird dream...that Sarah and I were on the Amazing Race...we were parachuting out of a plane and landed in Pakistan. No other teams were around. And this morning looking back, I don't recall any camera crews either. That should have been my first indictation. We were running through an airport, and I saw two friends from high school, but it didn't occur to me it's weird to see two white women from Kentucky in a Pakistani airport. So Sarah and I are running and running and get on a plane to Rio de Janero, and they give us seats in business class, but you can't get business class seats on TAR...so it was a big mess. Even more strange...Sarah never talked in my dream. We never made it to Rio, because the plane never took off...the pilot couldn't figure out which runway to use, so we were just driving on the ground around some city in Pakistan.

Not sure what that means.

Happy Valentine's to all...

"W"

Seven

2008-02-11T18:44:00.000-08:00

It's a lucky number...and the total miles I ran Saturday!!!

It was definitely a make or break weekend. If I didn't complete seven miles, then my training schedule for the half marathon in early April would be thrown way off. The weather was perfect then...50's...a little breeze...and I was in the zone. My feet did go numb (as they do sometimes) after mile four...but I kept on and did my last three. I'm not sure what causes that.

Saturday night I was a little restless in bed (not that kind of restless perverts...that was earlier in the day). J told me I kept twitching and my legs kept shaking. I had no idea. It kept him up most of the night. I felt so bad. I told him next time to wake me up and I'd go in the guest room to sleep. Apparently I didn't have enough potassium after my run, and that causes the shakes.

Sunday night was a different story...sort of. I was sleeping fine and remember dreaming I was in a lazy river type place like you see at water parks. I'm not sure if you recall my fish phobia...but I'm anti-fish...they scare me. All of a sudden, several fish started swimming toward me and I was panicking!!! Then I saw a large yellow/white snake like fish coming at me fast, so I tried to jump out of the water and started screaming....I WOKE MYSELF UP SCREAMING AND JUMPING UP!!! Of course it woke J up too. I just said "ooh...i had a bad dream...i'm sorry to wake you.' He shushed me and cuddled up to me to spoon and said 'it'll be ok'...just go to sleep. And I did...all comforted in his embrace.

Well that didn't last long...I was too afraid to go back to sleep...and didn't rest much the rest of the night.

Today I emailed J the dream I had and he laughed and laughed in front of one of his classes.

BTW...it was 50 Saturday...18 Sunday...and now there's a few inches of ice and sleet and freezing rain on the ground. AWFUL! The whole town is shut down.

"W"

Random $#!+

2008-02-06T19:25:00.000-08:00

Overtime isn't that bad. I saw an extra $50 in my paycheck this week!

I can't believe we don't have obvious candidates on either side for president.

I bought new running shoes to replace the TWO YEAR old pair.

Special K Cinnamon Walnut cereal is good but not great.

I watched more of the European National Figure Skating Championship Sunday night than I did the Super Bowl. ***Men with great tight asses in tight pants versus men in spandex capris sticking their hands between each others legs and piling up on top of each other.

Here's a gratuitous shot of hot tennis star Nole Djokovic.

The Shirt Off My Back

2008-02-05T20:08:00.001-08:00

This past weekend marked "J"'s birthday extravaganza!

Friday evening he cooked dinner for us, after I drove for two hours to see him.

Saturday morning we ran errands and I ran 3 of my 7 miles.

The extravaganza part began when we met up with some friends to go to a new casino in the Big City. I'm a slot guy. Penny slots preferrably. "J" enjoys the quarter or dollar slots...a bit much for me. After spending my alloted 40 bucks in about 10 minutes, I watched everyone else lose their money. J dropped about 200. We hit the tasty buffet before...I ate way too much...but that's the point of a buffet.

Sunday after church, J had meetings, so I went shopping for his bday gift. I picked up some plain white briefs at Nordstrom, and a shirt.

Let me just say it's the most I've ever spent on an article of clothing. More than I've spent on any suit too. It's gorgeous and worth every penny.

I also picked up an oreo blizzard bday cake...capping off a simple but great bday weekend.

"W"

Twas the Night Before Super Tuesday

2008-02-04T17:24:00.000-08:00

I'm already election-ed out, and the best is yet to come.

After church Sunday, I enjoyed lunch and a discussion with some 20-somethings about politics, their candidate of choice, and why they support their man (or woman).

I found it interesting most of the females were Barak supporters, while most of the men liked Hillary.

I voted for Bill in my first eligible voting outing back in 96, and I plan to support his spouse tomorrow. Her experience and ideas for healthcare and the economy are the main reasons. I like Obama, but I don't think a half term as a senator is enough time to develop a presence nationally and internationally. We really need a strong leader with great foreign policy initiatives, since the rest of the world pretty much hates us right now.

My biggest fear is that there are so many choices, most people will just say "As long as it's not Bush, I don't care." I've already expressed my concern about America not ready or willing to elect a black or woman as president. You read it here first...I'm thinking our next President will be John McCain. Not a terrible thing, but not my candidate of choice.

Whatever your choice may be...go vote...and take part in Super Tuesday!

Later,
"W"

OT Sucks A-S-S

2008-01-31T05:29:00.000-08:00

And not in the good way kids.

About a month ago, we learned at work that some of the salaried employees would finally be eligible for overtime, rather than comp time. Previously, we'd have to work over a half day or a full day to get comp time. If it was just one or two hours over, we were told, "it's just part of the business."

So we were also informed there was no money budget for OT, and we might just have a shorter day on our last day of the workweek to help offset the problem. Fine by me, it means I get to hit the road earlier to go to J's.

Week one, I was asked to stay late on Friday because we were short staffed. I reminded them it would put me in OT. No problem they say. Ok fine.

Yesterday, I found out I would be working a 10.5 hour day, when some of my coworkers come in later and would leave earlier. I pointed out it would make more sense if I had a different job for the day that didn't require me to rack up more OT. Then I was told, "you're just trying to get out of work." I said, "No, I'm being a team player by pointing out your poor planning skills to help you avoid spending uncessary money that we don't have."

Whatever!
"W"

Award Winning BF

2008-01-29T19:33:00.000-08:00

Of course I'm proud of J. Other than being the most wonderful man in the world, he's also bringing home some hardware!

In a mega award season without a lot of the red carpet glitz and glamour, it's good to know my sweetie helps fill the void.

Late last week he found out he was a finalist for "Employee of the Year"...there are about 80+ employees in his building.

Monday he got the news he was indeed "Employee of the Year"!!! And in case you're wondering, he directs the choir at church and does something much similar to little people.

Next stop...the district level!

"W"

It's Raining Serbs

2008-01-28T17:20:00.000-08:00

So it's time for some shameless shirtless photos of HOT HOT HOT Serbian tennis star Novak Djokovic.

Yummy right? Ok, so he needs a little more meat on his bones for some of you, but still hot.

Nole won the Aussie Open last weekend.

Doggie Style

2008-01-23T05:05:00.000-08:00

A few days ago, work took me to a rural town stuck in the 1940's.

At issue...a special needs woman claims she's deaf and reads lips. She trained her dog to help her answer the phone, the door, etc., and even claims the pet saved her life from a stove fire. 1940's town doesn't allow pit bulls...and that's the breed of the woman's helper dog.

The woman also claims the police shoved a gun in the dog's mouth once and threatened to kill both dog and woman. Just a little crazy, right?

Now they city is taking the woman to court, because it's against the law there to have pit bulls. This dog isn't certified or trained as a help dog. The city also documented multiple times the dog has been lose, caused problems, etc.

So we talk to the woman. Then we need to see her dog, which is locked away in a back room viciously growling. Out comes a 150 pound beast, foaming, snarling, and licking it's lips. I'm terrified. Too scared to pee myself, I sat there thinking, "this is it". All the while, my work partner isn't doing his job yet, and I yell at him to get to work so we can leave. It's a miracle the woman managed to hold on to the dog without either of us becoming a snack.

Oh, and as I blogged Monday about people being racist...the woman says she needs the dog to protect her 'from the blacks'.

:W:

What is Today?

2008-01-21T18:22:00.001-08:00

Monday.

January 21st.

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.

Yup...all of these.

During the morning meeting, I brought up a concept known as 'white privilege'. It's a sociological theory that white people benefit more than black people, simply because of skin color. It doesn't mean you are prejudice or racist, just the fact you might receive different treatment because you're Caucasian.

My good blogger buddy Lewis did a similar post today, and it encouraged me to briefly mention white privilege.

Today, of all days, I encountered racism twice during my project. Talking to two different people in a town of about 1000...WHAM! However, neither of them used my favorite ironic phrase...when someone says "I'm not racist...but..."

I too may be guilty of unconsciously playing into white privilege...I'm more likely to strike up a conversation with a white person, as compared to someone with a different color skin.

See what happens when we reflect on our own actions. Scary sometimes.

Smooches
"W"

Is it Morning Already?

2008-01-17T21:32:00.000-08:00

It's never fun waking up to a blaring alarm clock. In this case, it was my cell phone alarm, but annoying enough anyway. At 6:30 I rolled out of bed (yes, Lewis, I know you get out of bed much earlier ;-)...got in the shower...and left J's house at 6:55...and drove home just in time for work at 9. At least I got to wake up next to my sweetie. BTW...his brother is recovering from the surgery, but still has a ways to go.

The planned afternoon interview for the khaki job went AWESOME! I'm glad I was relaxed and personable and charming. Whatever comes of this, I still feel great about the interview. Of course, I'd love the change of pace and new career. I'm not necessarily a fish and wildlife kinda guy...but whatever. As long as I don't have to handle snakes (not THOSE snakes silly!)

The AM phone interview is MUCH more promising. It's with a major alcohol maker...basically doing what I do in my current job...as far as writing goes...just less face time, which is fine and dandy. I think I impressed the guy doing the hiring...he wanted to see more of my work samples and asked the million dollar question..."how much money do you want?" Ugh...I gave a range where I felt comfy. He replies..."oh we can definitely do that!" Which makes me think I low balled...but perhaps they're more likely to like me, since they could get me 'cheap.'

The timeline for the khaki job is 2-4 weeks, I should hear something. The 2nd job would require an interview in 2-4 weeks. I'm crossing my fingers for both.

Here's to a great weekend!
Smooches!
"W"

Two Interviews, One Day

2008-01-15T20:09:00.000-08:00

Wednesday is the big day for W this week.

I've got an in person interview 2:30 for a job that deals with the great outdoors. Faithful readers, or casual passers by can probably tell I'm not a huntin' and a fishin' kinda guy. Pay me enough and put me 15 minutes from J's house and I'm there. Actually, this seems like a perfect opportunity...one that I've just been looking for!

The other interview is a surprise...a pleasant one at that. I've got a phone interview at 9:30 for a writing job with the same place I interviewed back in November. Different division/position...one that I would not have a problem doing.

"J"s brother J made it through brain surgery just fine yesterday. He's still in ICU and doing better, but not exactly on track as the doctor's hoped.

J is flying back home tomorrow, and I'll greet him at the airport.

Prayers, good thoughts, etc are welcome!

Smooches
"W"

Withdrawl

2008-01-13T12:50:00.000-08:00

Busy week ahead...job interview on Wednesday...and I need to spend some time getting ready to impress. I'm VERY excited about the opportunity, and it puts me very close to J.

Which is great, because this weekend I stayed home. He's with his mother while his brother has brain surgery tomorrow. Serious stuff, so hopefully things will work out just fine. I shouldn't complain too much about not being together for just one week.

I ran four miles yesterday as part of the 'long run day' for the half marathon training. Luckily the Sabbath is a day of rest, and that means no workouts for just one day a week!

"W"

Please Sir, Can I Have Some More?

2008-01-10T05:53:00.001-08:00

Like a zillion other people, I too decided to change my eating and exercise habits at the start of the new year. Technically, I didn't make any resolutions. I just have a few areas of my life where I want to improve.

I sought help from my friendly nutritionist at the gym (who I often use for work stuff as well). She recommended a diet with 1700 calories...something about a formula where you pick your target weight and multiply by 100.

Last week I started cutting back on my junk food/fast food intake, in an attempt to wean myself. This week is more strict, and so forth.

I also began my half marathon training this week. Gal Pal, CJ, and I all want to run a half in the Big City. It's the day after my birthday...the big 3-0. Five years ago, I told myself I wanted to run a marathon by the time I'm 30. That's not gonna happen...but a half is doable. We've printed out a training schedule that's pretty intensive, but not impossible. So far this week I've done pretty well.

Of course, I'll keep you all updated on my progress.

Smooches.
"W"

Politically Correct

2008-01-09T05:58:00.000-08:00

As a pseudo politics buff and a curious voter, I spent some time Tuesday evening watching the New Hampshire Primary coverage. I found it very interesting in the pre-results phase that most of the 'experts' were writing Hillary off, simply because of early exit poll numbers. Granted it wasn't a huge margin of victory, but these people were acting like she has one foot in the proverbial presidential race grave.

My point is...even the experts don't always know what's going on and sometimes jump the gun.

While I honestly haven't made up my mind on who's getting my vote, I'm keeping a close eye on what happens between now and Super Tuesday...when I get to cast a ballot. Obviously I don't want to see a Republican in office, and I'm not sure there's any red candidate that has it together enough to beat a Dem. My concern is that I don't think this country is ready to elect a black or a woman president regardless of their credentials or ability. That's why I'm thinking a John Edwards for president, and an Obama/Hillary VP ticket would be pretty strong. Although JE isn't doing so well early on. That's the point too...it's still pretty early in a tight, close race.

Food for thought...(which will be the subject of my next post)

Later,
"W"

Resolve This!

2008-01-08T15:56:00.000-08:00

It's January 9th. My last blog entry was December 27th. Instead of blogging about promising to blog more...I'm going to put up or shut up.

Blogging more frequently isn't a resolution, but I do PROMISE to do it.

Along with a better nutrition and fitness plan, you'll be hearing more from "W".

After being told I was 40 years old in physical age, I decided it's time for a change. Wow, that really sounds like a politician. With the election season heating up, I'll be posting about that as well.

Plus, some progress on the job search too!

Later,
"W"

Giving the Gift of Gay

2007-12-27T07:53:00.000-08:00

I sure hope all of your (both of you) holiday was merry and bright! I had a rather pleasant experience, despite being around some extended family members.

This year, my immediate family agreed not to exchange gifts, since we already get pretty much what we want. We ended up getting each other very small inexpensive gifts anyway.

I presented my parents with an extra special item...I finally came out to them!!! It was emotional for me...but it wasn't bad once I started talking. Dad didn't say much. Mom didn't really either...but she just said "we know, we've known, and we still love you no matter what!"

I couldn't have asked for a better response. I also told them about dating J and how happy he made me. Not wanting to push my luck...I didn't add much else.

More to come in the new year...one of my resolutions...to blog more than once a week.

"W"

Snicker-snap!

2007-12-14T09:22:00.000-08:00

Yeah it's not what you think...it's not the latest gay term for an insult...it's a combination tasty treat!

Thursday evening, Gal Pal and some other friends met me for some holiday baking. I insisted on making Snickerdoodles. Problem is...Gal Pal has a completely different cookie recipe for Snickerdoodles. She makes what I call Gingersnaps...cinnamon sugar cookies.

My version involves.

1 bag butterscotch chips
1 bag chocolate chips (whatever level of sweetness you prefer...semi or otherwise)
1 can chow mien noodles
1 can cashews (or peanuts if you prefer)

Melt the chips together then add in your noodles...the more noodles the 'thicker' the cookies...same with cashews...add as much or as little as you like.

Then blot them out on wax paper...as big or small as you want to make them...and chill in the fridge until they solidify.

I'm off to the Big City again this weekend (as usual)...to see Wicked tonight, and the Choir Concert at church both Sat and Sun evening.

Smoooches.

"W"

I just got a decade older...

2007-12-07T05:50:00.000-08:00

After finally doing a fitness evaluation at my gym, I got the terrible news. As if doing pushups till I had to stop, as many situps in less than a minutes, running for 12 minutes, body fat composition, some dude squeezing my pecs, stomach, and thigh, getting weighed, having a flex test, and a myriad of other hoops to jump through...I found out ....my physical age is....40!

I'm not the healthiest eater. I'm not the worst either. I also work out 2-3 times a week and stay pretty active. Yet, I'm eleven years older than my actual age. Definitely eye opening.

Ok...I'll leave you with a few Sarah Says from last weekend for this weekend.

Walking down the mall, after a surprise running into each other Sarah Says, "James' new boyfriend is hot, his stomach is ripped, he's got cum gutters." Then she adds, "Leave it to me to say cum gutters loudly in a mall full of small children."

When told of the fact we were moving church locations to one right downtown, Sarah Says, "I don't want to fucking drive farther to go to church."

Three day weekend for "W"...yay!

Hope yours is a good one!

"W"

Outed by a 1st Grader

2007-12-04T19:23:00.000-08:00

So last Saturday night, J and I were eating out at a fabulous dirty little Tex Mex place, when one of his students walks by with his father. J says hello as they walk by. Fast forward to Monday, when the first grader says, "Mr. J...who was that man you were with the other night?" J replies, "Oh, that's my friend W". The kid says, "Oh, my dad said that was your partner!"

We both got a good laugh out of that one!

J is majorly stressing...busy time for him. School stuff, big choir concerts coming up, and we're moving at church. The last Sunday of the year is our last Sunday in the current space, and we're going to a temporary location....a banquet hall. Which means we have to set up and tear down every week. So J is a bit frustrated and flustered by the thought of all that.

Wicked is next week!!! Can't wait to see it.

Later,
"W"

Pay it Forward

2007-11-27T06:00:00.000-08:00

I hope everyone had a super fantastic Thanksgiving. Last week, J was down to visit me a few nights before Turkey Day, so I didn't have any time to blog. Excuses, excuses.

Nearly four months in, and we're still in that laugh at each other-good times phase. I hope this never ends. It's nauseating to our friends. Friday night, I brushed my teeth before bed and came into the bedroom. I was greeted by dim lighting and multiple candles burning. As I passed by a few, I said, "Do you want me to blow these out?" Talk about a way to ruin the mood. We had a good laugh over that one.

Sunday evening, I went with J to a "Pay it Forward" party. Everyone brings a gift and plays dirty Santa Claus, but you also make a cash only donation. That money goes to the outreach program at church, to help needy families around the holidays. No one knows who gives what, and the church leaders don't know who's involved to donate. I think about 25 or so people showed up to participate. We raised $4001 at the end of the night. It was pretty cool.

So even though the movie was a bust, I encourage you all to think about how to Pay it Forward.

Here's to a good week!
Smooches.
W

Love & Time for Chlamydia

2007-11-15T19:35:00.000-08:00

Not really a post...but have you all seen the previews for that movie "Love in the time of Cholera"?

Excuse me? How romantic right?

What's next, the sequel..."Lust in the Period of Scarlet Fever'?

Give me a break. Maybe it is time for the writer's to go on strike for awhile in Hollywood.

I'm all abuzz...the Amazing Race, Top Model, Project Runway...OH MY! Lots of must see TV going on lately.

I should learn something tomorrow about the interview I had earlier this week.

I'll keep you posted.

Smooches!

Hand (me a) Job

2007-11-13T18:05:00.000-08:00

I have an excuse for not blogging since Friday.

I left work Friday and went right to the Big City. "J" and I cuddled up on the couch to watch Lisa Williams: Life Among the Dead and Psychic Challenge...both excellent programs I might add. Then it was off to a romantic dinner for two at Sonic: America's Drive In. Admittedly, it doesn't sound like much, but it was a great quiet night at home.

For once, we had nothing planned all weekend, which was an awesome switch. No birthdays, no dinner parties, no musicals...just some quality J & W time.

We did have reason to celebrate. A few weeks ago, I had to submit a writing proposal as part of a test for a job in the Big City. After randomly applying to just about every PR/Marketing job available, I find something somewhat similar to my current job.

The man in charge of hiring for the position was nice enough to give a timeline.

Week 1...Writing test...
Week 2...Selection & Notification of finalists
Week 3...Interviews
Week 4...Final interview & Job Offer

Last Friday was the end of week 2...and since I hadn't heard anything...I figured I would get a 'you suck, thanks for playing loser' rejection letter in the mail. So I was about to give up, when the HR lady from the potential new job calls me to schedule an interview!

I had to call in sick Monday morning, but that gave me an extra TWO nights in the Big City to spend with J...bonus!

The interview itself was just weird. The guy asked very few questions...but did a lot of talking and describing the job. He told me he was very impressed by my writing (huge compliment coming from a guy who's office was decorated in industry awards) and liked my style and 'voice'.

He told me I was one of six finalists getting an interview this week. 30 people were asked to submit the writing proposal, so I felt lucky to get to come in face to face. I should know something by the end of the week. Problem is...i would just be creating proposals and 'seeing what sticks'...instead of actually completing a project or doing something hands on...it's only researching and writing proposals. Not exactly my ideal job...but if it pays enough and gets me to the Big City, until I can find something else...one can hope.

I had to get up at 6 this morning and left J in bed...just so I could get back to the small time in time for work at 9.

Here's to what's left of a great week!

"W"

Running Down a Dream

2007-11-09T05:41:00.000-08:00

Several years ago, I promised myself I'd run a marathon by the time I was 30. Who was I kidding? I could barely run a mile without serious pain or sweat. Over the last year I worked my way up to 2 miles, then 2.5, and of course I completed a 5K (3.1 miles) back in September.

Gal Pal Stephanie and friend CJ run with me a few nights a week to continue our progress. However, the freaking cold weather that finally hit makes it pretty hard to keep motivated when it's dark and bitterly cold at 8pm.

We've decided to train for a half marathon in the Big City, the day after my 30-th bday. 13.something miles is doable. We're officially beginning hardcore training in January, a few months out from the big race.

My problem and concern is that whenever I hit mile three, my feet go numb. As in pins and needles, I can't feel my toes, or foot for that matter. I've been reading up on what might cause it all...and I think it's just old worn out tennis shoes. Maybe Santa will bring me some for Christmas.

Oh...and Wes says to Sarah, "I'm not a pussy, so go lick one and quit commenting on my blog with that." :-)

Smooches
"W"

Flu Shots Suck!

2007-11-07T18:30:00.000-08:00

So I got my first flu shot ever today.

Let me just say I HATE needles. Like really. Ouch!

After getting the flu back in February, I decided not to repeat that hell of 4-5 days again. They offered free flu shots today at work, and I took advantage.

A few years ago, they handed out hand sanitizer amid the great flu shot shortage.

This morning there was a mad rush for people to go cram into a tiny lobby, roll up their sleeves, and get pricked. Some of the men had to take their shirts off, but I refused to remove my blouse for some health dept chiqa to get her sexual jollies.

Amid some discussion and debate about whether or not to get a shot because of the potential side effects...I took the plunge.

Now my shoulder and back and upper arm hurt and I feel tired and achy.

This post was totally lame but true.

W

Oops, I Did It Again!

2007-11-06T05:22:00.000-08:00

I'm on a mission now. I'm going to make a commitment to myself, my few readers, and my blog. From here on out, I'll post at least three times a week (if not more).

Things have just been going so well in most parts of my life, it's really hard to blog about "J said this" or "J did that"...I don't want you all to throw up in your mouths a little. We do make our friends sick by giggling and the things we say to each other. I know I'd be nauseous otherwise too.

This past weekend we saw "The Drowsy Chaperone". It was a fun and cute little musical...lots of slapstick, and some aside humor too. Before the show, we had dinner at a fancy French restaurant. The tarte tatin was amazing!

Coming this week, Life Isn't Just Black and White and Comfortably Numb.

See you soon!

"W"

You Pee Like a Girl!

2007-10-26T11:08:00.001-07:00

Hmm...another four days without posting. Sorry kids, it's been very rainy and gloomy here all week, so I haven't been in the mood for writing.

Among my ever growing circle of friends in the Big City, we've had recent talks about potty time. After hearing a few of the guys admit to sitting down to pee, I thought I'd give it a try. Come to find out, if you're tired and don't want to stand up, it's a pretty good alternative. Or if you wake up and things need help, sitting down gives an easier angle so you don't spray everywhere.

That was one friend's main reason. "You don't have to worry about dribbling or making a mess."

Feel free to laugh or insult at will.

I also promised a story about "Stuffing Your Face to Help those Who Can't".

Don't you just love big fundraiser events that seem counter-productive? Last weekend, I attended a birthday party. The guest of honor requested no gifts, but instead a donation to a food outreach program. I'm not knocking the concept at all. I gladly gave a $25 check, but I did feel silly looking at the spread. Salmon with capers, finger sandwiches, etc etc., and an open bar. Hmm.

I'm off to the Big City again for another wonderful weekend.

Smooches,
"W"

I'm Back and So is Sarah Says

2007-10-22T05:12:00.001-07:00

If I have anyone out there checking back in, thanks for stickin' 'round.

There hasn't been a ton of new things or old things to blog about, and I haven't been in the writing mood much lately.

So after a three week absence, I hope to be back permanently.

Saturday night, I got a chance to spend some quality time with Sarah...so you all know what that means!!!

When asked about her new job at a medical office Sarah says, "It's pretty good work, I like it, but we get crazy calls from old women asking to schedule a mam-io-gram. This one woman called and said 'my boobs are so small, do I still need to get checked out.?"

Sarah and our friend James live together now. After recapping their afternoon, Sarah says, "Oh yeah, James played Jingle Bells on my boobs today with his feet. When he got to the chorus, he used my twat as a beat box." Then they gave a live demonstration.

Sunday's church service was a combination of the early (more traditional) and the late (more contemporary). The traditional people wanted some organ music in the service, so we had a special organ prelude. The organists partner and a lot of the other stuffy church members were sitting on the pew right in front of us. When the music started, Sarah says, "What the heck is this crap? It sounds like scary circus music. Like Phantom of the Opera on crack.!" This was particularly amusing, because the stuff old queens in front of us had just remarked, " I wonder when they'll break out the snakes and tambourines for the 2nd service people.

Sarah also had another story from work. "This 29 year old guy called in embarrassed because he couldn't get and stay aroused. Sarah said to him, "Well that's no fun!" The man agreed.

Look for more posts this week, including "You Pee Like a Girl" and "Stuff Your Face To Help Those Who Can't."

Gone and Back Again!

2007-10-02T18:11:00.000-07:00

Wow!

This is one of the longest blogging breaks I've ever taken. I'm back. Not going anywhere. It just seems that a vast majority of my blogging pals out there are on hiatus (all for very valid reasons...sending good thoughts everyone's way).

I haven't had a ton of free time in the last week to do much...so allow me to recap.

Following the 5k last weekend, J came down since he's on cycle break from school. He spent the night Sunday, went to dinner with my guy pals Ramon and Terry (they liked lots him btw). Monday I worked, J went to visit his mother, came back up for dinner, met CJ for coffee, he went home. Tuesday I went to work, J came back again to eat and spend the night, and then he left Wednesday morning to go back to the Big City.

I went to a local community college Wednesday to speak to Dean's writing classes. It was fun to be away from work and doing something a little different. It was nice to catch up with him. I haven't seen him since Bangkok nearly 5.5 months ago. We grabbed coffee after classes and chit chatted about stuff.

Thursday and Friday were much slower.

Saturday AM, I went to the Big City, had lunch with a friend while J was busy working at a single's retreat at church.

Don't worry! He was asked to lead music and talk about music in the single life several months ago. After being introduced as 'in transition', he joked that the best way to meet someone is to sign up for a singles retreat. The focus of the two day event was to show single people they don't necessarily need a partner to be happy as long as they have God.

I went to his house, got the key off the back porch he left for me (i now have a key).

I also discovered J cleaned out a space in the two garage for me to pull in. I have a key, a parking space, and three drawers...for what it's worth.

Saturday night we shared a delicious meal at a quaint little Greek restaurant. I had the best baklava EVER made.

Sunday was church day. Great service. Long church meeting after. A few weeks back, I suggested we visit a local park, have dinner overlooking a pond, and go for a paddle boat ride. So we did. It was hotter than expected. I had on jeans and was quite toasty, but a breeze and the company made it totally worthwhile.

I played hooky from work Monday with an 'upset stomach'. Damn that karma...she's a bitch. I get a tummy ache mid afternoon.

Tonight (tues), I had dinner with J and his mom...since he came down again for a visit.

Other highlights from the last week.

My Mom had a 'come to Jesus moment'...and announced she'll be moving back in with Dad. GREAT NEWS!

My sister also suspected she might be pregnant. Today, a trip to the doctor confirmed that! It's early...very early...2 months along...but...things are looking good.

Ok...that's it for now.

Smooches to you all

"W"

PS There was a Sarah Says over the weekend (sorry sweetie, I have to)

When Sarah was much younger and someone asked her name she'd say "Sarah E-wiz-a-biff." Apparently her family called her 'the biffer', because she couldn't pronounced it correctly.

Mission Accomplished

2007-09-23T12:35:00.000-07:00

I did it!

I finished my first 5k Race. It was really fun and surprisingly hot and humid.

I got up around 6:15, had a piece of wheat bread with peanut butter, and went over to Gal Pal's to meet up before we ran. I even had a little bib number and everything.

I finished under 30 minutes...my goal. I wasn't paying attention to the big clock at the finish line. I was more worried about navigating a maze of cones. They had walkie talkies near the last bin and rattled off numbers, so they could look and call our names off a list as we crossed the finish line. I think my official time was 29:40 or something. I'll find out later this week.

Gal Pal, CJ, and myself all started off near the front. After hearing a mom yell at her daughter to keep running despite the girl's pleas for help and cries of pain, I had to leave my friends behind. Besides, they had iPods. I practiced running without one, because most races don't allow them, so I left mine at home.

Some photographer from the local TV station was there getting video...I'm cringing that I don't make the local news tonight.

I was dripping sweat more than I've ever experienced after a workout. It was surprisingly hot this morning at 7:45. I think I expected it to be cooler, so I wasn't mentally focused on the weather.

I had a good visit with the fam in KY the first part of the weekend. Things are looking better there...so I'm crossing my fingers/

Ok...gonna run (not).
Later
"W"

Cruisin Without Payments

2007-09-21T08:47:00.000-07:00

As of a few days ago, I'm the proud owner of a jeep! As in...paid for...title in my hands...no more monthly bill! After five years, I'm glad to have $300+ extra dollars. The plan now is to use that money to put into savings and pay down debt. One of my resolutions for the year was to be debt free by the end of the year. It's possible, but weekend trips to the Big City and gas prices really cut into that.

I'm off today for working Labor Day, so I'm heading to KY to visit the fam and celebrate my sister's birthday. Things have been strained lately with all of us, since Mom and Dad no longer live together. J asked if I was looking forward to the visit and I told him no because of the circumstances. He said, "well look on the bright side, maybe things will be better by the time you get there. Sure enough, following a big fight last weekend, they've patched things up and are working on spending more time together. It's not back to normal...but it's much better than before.

I'm coming back tomorrow evening after the birthday lunch and resting up for the big race Sunday morning. I've never said "race' before in my life. Last night, Gal Pal Stephanie, CJ, and I ran as usual, did the race course to get the feel for it, but had a much slower time than normal. I'd like to be under a 9 minute mile, but i'll settle for 9:30.

J is coming down Sunday after church for a visit. He's on a three week break. So I will get to see him after all this weekend. I'm missing out on a big 'motown themed party he and his 'guys' are going to tonight, but it's been awhile since I've seen the fam.

Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.

"W"

Penthouse Party

2007-09-17T05:24:00.000-07:00

Hey All!

Another fabulous weekend to tell you about.

After work, I left for the Big City, and was greeted at J's house with soft music playing and candles lit. I tell you, what a romantic guy he is! Following some 'good to see you again' time alone, we grabbed some Mexican for dinner and called it a night.

Saturday morning he had a meeting to go to that lasted until early afternoon. I went for a run around the neighborhood to keep training for my 5K next Sunday, then I met up with James and Sarah for lunch and a little shopping.

Two weekends I missed seeing Sarah totally. The first she was giving handjobs to birds at some canary show, the second I can't remember where she was. Last weekend we didn't get to talk much but she did say...

As we were standing in line for communion, we ended up next to each other across the aisle. I gave her a hug, she smacked my rear and says, "There's nothing like a little grab ass before communion."

Sarah and James wanted the gory details of J and W time together, and I told them it was none of their business...just use your imagination...and said hold that thought I know how sicko you guys can be.

We shopped for a bit, and I found a great pair of chocolate brown dress pants. I also bought a salmon colored dress shirt to match, but realized I don't need it...so it'll get returned.

It was time to go, so we did our goodbyes and Sarah says, "Go have some butt sex!" Actually she was kinda yelling it out the window at me in the parking lot. Sweet!

Due to a MLB game, a major bicycle race, major interstate construction, the Pope coming to town, and aliens invading the Big City, traffic was not fun. We were a little late for the Balloon Race party.

Up 21 floors in a new high rise penthouse, I was blown away by the views in three directions, the double balconies, and of course the floor to ceiling windows. The host retired at 29, is probably in his 50's (just a guess), and has himself one heck of a place to live. Marble everywhere, gorgeous furnishings, which left me worried to breath that I'd break something or spill my wine. I just had one glass, because I didn't have a ton on my stomach and I got to feeling light headed a bit.

The race got off to a slow start (yeah I know they're balloons not F15 fighter jets), and they didn't go very far. The party was a mix of church people and some of the host's friends, which was nice.

So obviously, I was shooting into the sun, so you can't see great detail on the balloons, but it was pretty...let me tell you.

Sunday was a church day, excellent service. I skipped the first service to go have breakfast with some of our friends. There were information meetings about a new building prospect for the church (we're moving) following both services...so the 2nd meeting lasted till after 2. I was staving and big girls need to eat. We had to go pick up a costume for a party J will go to next Friday night (I'm going home to visit the fam), and grabbed a really late lunch. Came home, swapped back rubs, took a nap, got some ice cream (that's our Sunday night ritual), and then I came back to small town. The two hour drive isn't getting old...yet.

Smooches,
"W"

It's Friday!

2007-09-14T05:36:00.000-07:00

Woo-hoo.

After a trying week at work (we had a lot of people out sick and I had to do more work...poor me), it's almost over.

Once a month, we have a birthday lunch on Friday. Most people in the other departments bring a dish or two, but my dept gets criticized for never cooking, just eating. Last night, I made my famous Carmel pie to take for today. That should shut them up for awhile.

Speaking of food, I have a great pineapple cake recipe. I haven't made it myself yet, but have tasted it...and it rocks!

2 cups all purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda (sift)
2 large eggs beaten
2 cups sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla flavoring
1 cup chopped pecans
1-20oz can crushed pineapple in heavy syrup (do not drain)

Mix well by hand
Bake in a 9X13 inch pan ungreased for 35 minutes at 350 degrees

While cake bakes, mix frosting and put on cake 10 minutes after it comes out of the oven.

Cream Cheese Frosting
1 stick margarine softened
1 8oz cream cheese
1 3/4 cup sifted powdered sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1 cup chopped pecans
Beat with mixer and then enjoy!

I'm off to the Big City again after work...J has a meeting in the morning...I'm meeting some friends at the gym and for coffee...then J and I are going to a wine and cheese party to watch some balloon race off a penthouse balcony. Fancy right?

Here's to a great weekend
"W"

I'm a druggie

2007-09-12T05:42:00.000-07:00

A week after the big crack cocaine bust in my 'hood...I too had to find a new drug and a new supplier.

After a visit to a doctor for the first time in probably four years, I had some blood work done. The first time EVER. It was traumatic! Very scary. The actual process wasn't awful, but afterwards I got all pale and clammy and nauseous. It was a fasting test, so I had nothing on my stomach.

The good news is that I don't have 'the hiv'...as kids call it these days...but the bad news is that I have high cholesterol. The HDL bad kind was 169...Doc wants it below 100. He said a strict diet isn't good enough, so I'm on a drug now to lower it. I'm supposed to check back in a month for another fasting blood test...yay fun.

Is 29 too young to be on meds?

Here's a low cholesterol smooch to you all!

*W*

Sandi Patty and Mr. Fix It

2007-09-10T18:50:00.000-07:00

Let me just tell you how great "J" is.

He's great.

He's beyond great.

Will I eat my words six months from now? I hope not.

Friday evening I arrive in the Big City around 8ish...J just home from the gym and grocery. He greets me warmly with a hug and long kiss (ok, quit vomiting)...he insists on a shower. I start dinner while he freshens up. Ok, I put the bag of chicken fried rice in the microwave. He finishes and then stir fries some veggies to add into the fried rice. We watch a little TV then head to bed.

Saturday is the sleep in day.

He's got a church related meeting at 11, so I have a few hours to myself. I do some laundry, unload the dishwasher, and watch a little tennis.

Novak Djokovic....YUM!

Nothing like a little Sexy Serbian to perk up a slow Saturday.

"J" agrees he's a cutie too.

Before he gets home, I'm getting ready. I accidentally push down on the stopper in the sink drain...and snap! I broke it...oops. I'm sometimes accident prone and it was bound to happen.

When he gets home...I fess up and he's like it's no big deal, I'll fix it.

After a nice dinner out, we head to Lowe's to get the repair kit, and to Target to get supplies for the drawers he cleaned out for me so I don't have to pack stuff back and forth on the weekends.

We're home...within minutes he's fixed the sink! I'm sooo impressed.

Sunday morning on the way to church he slips in a Sandi Patty CD circa 1986. Sandi is a pretty well known Contemporary Christian singer. He proclaims "It's Retro Sandi Patty Day!"

Too funny.

After church, lunch out with the A Gays, and a visit to the Big City Museum of Art to see the Napoleon exhibit, we call it a day, head home, and take a nap.

Things are good. Life is good. Hope yours is as wonderful as mine right now.

Smooches!
"W"

5K

2007-09-07T06:03:00.000-07:00

I'm not talking money here...although I could certainly use about 5,000 right now.

After Gal Pal's triumphant finish in her Iron Woman Mini-Triathlon sponsored by Kotex a few weeks ago, she wants to keep the competitive edge. (She finished in the top half...not bad for her first big race.)

She's convinced me to run a 5K with her in a few weeks. She's actually running one tomorrow, but I'm going to be in the Big City. We've been running and training for a week now, and last night we did the entire 3.1 miles, in a light drizzle no less. We ran about a 9 minute mile on average, which isn't bad. Usually I'm doing good to have a 10 min mile on the treadmill.

I rarely run outdoors, and definitely need some music blaring in my ears to keep me going. Alas, in these 'real' races, you can't have iPods or anything for safety reasons. It's not that bad running without. I think I'll be fine if I can keep Gal Pal in my sights as a target to keep up and finish strong.

The race is on the 23rd. I'll let you know how training goes. My calves are really tight this morning.

Hope everyone has a delightful weekend!
"W"

There Goes the Neighborhood

2007-09-06T05:21:00.000-07:00

Wednesday at work took me to the local police department. Business of course, not anything illegal "W" did.

I'm talking with one of the officers, and in comes a drug agent with a ziplock bag full of CRACK COCAINE! One was the size of a softball, the other a tennis ball. Street value at well over 20K, so said the drug guy.

Turns out, it's the largest crack bust in my Small Town's history! Better yet, they said, "Oh this wasn't in the bad part of town either. It happened in a duplex in a really nice neighborhood. MY NEIGHBORHOOD!

I'd like to think I live in a safe, quiet part of town. Yeah right.

We average less than one homicide a year. So it is relatively low crime for the most part.

Guess I'll have to find a new supplier now.

Cute, Funny, and Moms Like "W" Too!

2007-09-04T06:04:00.000-07:00

Hey all!

Great weekend for "W". I caught a ride up to the Big City with a friend from work, spent a great afternoon with J getting ready for a cookout Saturday night. I made my world famous Carmel pie, he grilled, and I even ate mayonnaise in macaroni salad and broccoli salad. (Mayo is not one of my favorite things). Speaking of favorite things, the Sound of Music was on Saturday evening, so we watched the last hour or so.

Sunday we were up early for church, and he drove me back to the Small Town after services on his way to see his mother who lives nearby.

Monday we all met for lunch before I went to work. I'd met his mom several times before, but now there's a bit more pressure. Of course I was polite and charming, and impressed them both with a tour of my office after we ate. For the icing on the cake, I treated us to one of her favorites...frozen custard!

Word from J is that she thinks I'm very attractive, but look young. J is a few years older than I am. J-Mom also told him she really likes me and thinks I'm a nice guy.

Score!

Here's to a great, shortened workweek.

"W"

Scary Mary

2007-08-30T19:53:00.001-07:00

One of my very first posts (the first, I think) was about my good friend CJ and her encounter with a cross dresser.

Having spent most of her life in various countries around the world, she's been exposed to a lot of different cultures. She's originally from a small island nation in South Asia. There was a revolution there, so her family left. They moved to Iran...revolution there...they left. Moved to Nigeria...revolution there...they left. Moved to Oman (not Iman)...revolution there...they left. Moved back to home nation...still revolting...and now they're all in the good ole USA.

CJ was born in the states, moved away, and moved back for college. However, there are still cultural things she just doesn't fully grasp. If we're out to dinner and have a gay server, she'll poke me and ask, "is he gay?" If I say yes, she says, "you should go out with him." I try to explain just because we're gay doesn't mean we're a perfect, automatic match. I use the example, just because you meet a guy here from small island nation in South Asia, doesn't mean you marry him, right?

Today at work in a pitch meeting, she was complaining about parking attendants giving out tickets. She said "They make me soo mad, you can't see them, they sneak around, and give you a ticket. They're like mean little spooks.!" Of course everyone else laughed and I said, "CJ, you can't call people spooks, it's not nice." The beauty in all this, she didn't get the joke, so it was even funnier.

On a note related to my religion post yesterday...

Today someone said, well that's why God made cell phones. CJ, a Buddhist, says "Well I don't believe in God."

In Jesus Name...Amen.

For the Love of God!

2007-08-29T19:16:00.000-07:00

I'm no angel. My worst habits are gossipping and gluttony...so I've got at least one of the seven deadly sins covered.

However, I love my God. While I won't beat you over the head about religion, I can tell you some pretty cool stuff about Jesus our Holy Savior. You might be surprised to know the very people who condemn gays and lesbians (and everyone else) don't really understand what the Bible actually says about homosexuality. Perhaps I'll have a little Sunday Sermon segment about some things you may or may not know.

What frustrates me is Amber (and others like her) from Big Brother 8. When she's not crying and making the ugly face...

... is that she's praying and praying and rubbing that cross around her neck. Again, I'm all about praising and loving the Lord, but wow, Amber really gives God Loving folk a bad name.

I can't phrase it better, so I'm borrowing from the reality blurred blog.

***

Amber and Daniele’s Power of 10 appearance aired last night and offered some bonus Big Brother, but considering that the regular episode was about 10 minutes stretched to 44, it wasn’t much of a bonus.
Amber spent most of her time on the game show looked completely stunned and confused, her mouth hanging open until she had another opportunity to dance like a drunk sorority girl at a party, hands up in the air. But shockingly, she actually beat Daniele at the head-to-head competition, and when the show returned from the break for her to play the individual game, she was, of course, bawling like an emotionally unstable baby.
After winning at the $1,000 level, Amber thanked God—although unlike both Sunday’s and Tuesday’s episodes of the show, she didn’t say the most ridiculous phrase in the history of religious expressions: “God bless you, God.” (What percentage of Americans think Amber’s religion isn’t something she really understands but just consists of phrases she regurgitates?)
Meanwhile, she did her best to prove that she’s an idiot. When Drew Carey asked her about being scrutinized by viewers, she said, “honestly, I don’t know what ‘scrutinized’ means.” The $100,000 question was about pit bull ownership, and after Drew Carey joked about Michael Vick, Amber emphatically declared, “I like Michael Vick”; he then had to remind her that she hasn’t seen the news in a couple months. Her cousin revealed that, surprise, surprise, Amber’s family owned pit bulls, which makes sense, because they seem like the people on TV who say, “my dog was the sweetest dog ever, until it chewed off the neighbor kid’s face.”
After guessing the number of people who think pit bulls shouldn’t be kept as pets, she pleaded, “please God, please,” and started crying even before God showed that he doesn’t really care. She woefully underestimated the number, saying 18 to 38 percent when the answer was 55 percent, lost the $10,000 she had, and went home with just $1,000.
During the actual episode, the editors filled time by showing us extended clips from the game show we’d just watched. At least that was better than more night-vision footage of Jessica and Eric making out, although that’s better than Eric and Jessica sitting around the house talking about making out for hours. And that’s better than more footage of Jameka praying with the soundtrack of monks chanting, which was funny a few times and now just seems offensive. And that was better than more Dick, who basically seemed absent from the house for most of the episode.
The only good thing about that is that his decision led to another Amber meltdown, because anything that doesn’t involve her is wrong. “It’s a cowardly move it’s a selfish move. Eric is a power-hungry person; he’s evil, he’s got no soul,” she said, apparently forgetting that walking out the door Thursday is God’s plan. I hope

***

In Jesus Name, Amen

Place Mats & Matching Napkins

2007-08-28T05:34:00.000-07:00

I haven't really decide how much I want to blog about the latest development in my life. I'll give you kids more than breadcrumbs, but since some friends of mine know all the parties involved, I don't want to tell all.

First off, there's not that much to tell.

Friday evening, I drove to the Big City in a terrible thunderstorm. It seemed as if it was a slow moving line that dumped rain and stirred up howling winds. I finally arrive, get a tour of "J"'s beautiful home, unload my bags, and we chit chat for a few.

He suggests we pick up a movie or two, so we're off to rent "Queens and Music and Lyrics". Much to our dissappointment, Queens was in Spanish. Not wanting to read, we watched the romantic comedy staring Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore. It was a cute little flick. Hugh had a lot of clever lines, and Drew wasn't too over the top.

It's getting late, so we head to bed. (insert comment about being perfect gentlemen...or ladies here).

We wake up, get ready for the day, and head off to a church sponsored golf tourney. I catch up with the A GAYS for a few, then off with another A GAY to show a rental house, and to the pool for a little relaxation. The A GAY couple, "J", and a straight personal trainer played as a foursome. Rather than sitting around or watching all day, swimming sounded pretty good.

Add in a BBQ back at the golf course, a charity auction, and a drive home...that rounded out the evening.

***
retard here left out the reason for the title...

All three A GAYS chipped in and got me a thank you gift from Nordstroms. Very cool blue and brown place mats, napkins, and disposable napkins for the dining table. Such good people these gays are!

***

Sunday was an early start, because "J" goes to both church services. After, we did lunch with some church peeps, came home, took a nap, went for a walk in the park and had some ice cream. Then it was 8:00 and time for me to go.

Sounds kinda boring with not a lot of detail.

I had fun. Things are going well. We're just taking things one day at a time. I'd rather not say more and jinx it all.

I promise I'll try to find a better balance of detail and storytelling.

Later,
"W"

Sarah Says Nothing

2007-08-27T05:58:00.000-07:00

Hey all...

Back from a long, fun trip to the Big City.

I did get to see Sarah briefly Saturday evening, but not much time for any Sarah Says fun. I know I know, go ahead and throw rotting vegetables and hiss and boo. She went to a bird show on Sunday, so I didn't see her at church.

Let me just say...

I had an awesome weekend...mostly all great times...a few 'what is going on here times'...I'll explain all in detail later.

From start to finish it was just a wonderful experience.

Hope your week gets off to an Uber-Fabulous start.

"W"

Check Minus

2007-08-22T17:18:00.000-07:00

Check minus to "W" for not blogging since Sunday.

Check minus to Big Brother 8. You take away Dustin, then manipulate the players and game just for ratings.

Check minus to a coworker. He didn't want his daily project because it had to do with a dead solider. His brother is currently in Iraq. Tough shit. While I respect the men and women of the Armed Forces, they signed on the dotted line knowing 'what might happen'. To him, I say grow a set and get over it you whiny little bitch.

Check minus to "W" for tossing and turning last night, worrying that he's not good enough to date his new friend (No I'm not looking for sympathy...I'm just waiting for the 'newness' to wear off and him to get tired of me.)

Gold Stars!

Gold Star to Gal Pal Steph for training and getting ready to swim/bike/run a Mini Triathlon. It's the Iron Women's Smackdown Event Sponsored by Playtex. If anyone is in the greater Chicago area this weekend, cheer her on.

Gold Star to Jerry for sending me a really sweet email this morning helping calm my concerns. Actually, he sent it last night, so if i read it before bed, then I wouldn't have tossed and turned.

Gold Star to Guy Pal Dean/Sean whatever his name is for pointing out I totally outed myself in the last post.

Smooches
"W"

Put the Lotion on Your Hands (not the bucket!)

2007-08-19T18:26:00.000-07:00

We've hit 95 for 18 days in a row here in Small Town. I think my sweat is sweating.

Not to sound old, but the heat really zaps me, and I just don't feel like doing much when I get home from work/gym. Hence the lack of posts. Plus I worked last night too.

After surviving the A GAYS and several days of work, I had a special little outing (more on that too) Thursday evening.

Cool new guy (Jerry) needed to get away from his family for a bit, so we met for dinner. More getting to know you type talk at the table of my favorite Mexican place. I know, I know...Mexican is not ideal food for a 2nd date...but whatever. Jerry suggests we go take a walk on the riverfront. It's late...9:00ish...so it's cooled off a little. We take a stroll, sit on a bench, and continue talking about this and that. Mosquitoes just love my tasty skin, so I'm swatting and slapping. At one point, a barge is floating by and I reach over to swat away a bug. Jerry says "Wes, I was reaching for your hand and you pulled away." Feeling embarrassed and giggly, I grab his hand. Jerry remarks, "Wow, your hands are rough! I thought they'd be soft because all you do is hold a microphone all day!"

Laughter and hilarity ensued.

We're taking things slowly...a day at a time...this weekend I'll visit him in the Big City and we'll see what happens next.

Oh yeah...I was told I was a good kisser too.

Back to my other 'outing'. Last week at the visitation and funeral, several people paying their respects came over and said, "I know you, you look so familiar." Not that Jerry is obviously gay. But when you get multiple well dressed mo's and a few dykey lesbians...we all stick out like a drag queen at a rugby match...especially in small small small town BFE.

Alrighty...let the countdown to next weekend begin!

"W"

De-press(ed) Secretary

2007-08-15T17:58:00.000-07:00

I had my interview today for a job as a press secretary for a member of Congress. Somehow that should impress me more than it does. A week ago, I was elated! Now I'm like...eh.

Mainly because the salary is soooo low. I've already blogged about the poor pay and high cost of living in the DC area.

So since I don't really want the job at this point, I felt very relaxed and comfortable during the interview. It went well. They seemed impressed. Of course they could have just been polite.

Doing my research for the interview, I discovered these staffer types in DC really move from person to person and from agency to agency. I don't want to hop around anymore, so that doesn't appeal to me in the least bit.

However, if I get a 2nd interview, you better bet I'll take a chance to fly to DC for a day or two!

Till next time...
"W"

The "A GAYS" Give "W" an A Plus!

2007-08-13T20:47:00.000-07:00

Whew!

I'm exhausted. Too exhausted to explain the last 24 hours.

The three guys were awesome guests. Fun, entertaining, and normal. I had trouble explaining to Lewis (Spirit of...) why I classified the "A GAYS" to begin with. Not that I want to be like these guys in particular...but they're in their early 40's, established, professional, with no kids and plenty of expendable income.

They arrived about two hours later than I expected (they called first to let me know)...I had everything ready just in case...cheese and meat tray, some fresh strawberries, crackers, white and red wine....they didn't need any of that. Monday morning, they needed the one thing I didn't have...coffee. Oops! One of them owns a coffee shop, so I naturally assumed he'd bring his own blend.

Too much to recap and I'm about to pass out.

It's an awkward place for the 2nd date to be the other guy's father's visitation and the 3rd to be the funeral. NOOO...they weren't dates...but I have a feeling there will be more to come.

Later,
"W"

The "A GAYS" Are Coming, The "A GAYS" Are Coming!

2007-08-12T07:20:00.000-07:00

And not in a good way either my friends.

Just minutes after I finished wishing everyone a Happy Weekend on Friday morning, I get a call from a good friend in the Big City. He told me that my new cool friend's father passed away overnight.

The friend and his father don't get to see each other that much, but when he came down to visit me for our date last week, he also saw his parents, who happen to live nearby.

Knowing that a lot of church people would be down (new cool friend is the music leader), I offered the bearer of bad news and anyone else, to stay at my apartment if they needed.

I get a call a few hours later from another church member, who I met briefly once or twice, asking if he and another couple could spend the night Sunday evening.

Of course, I said yes, and then realized...these three men are cool new music leader friend's BFF! In fact, they are pretty wealthy, established, "A GAYS" (investment bankers, multiple business owners, etc)...who were already asking CNMLF about me and when they'd get to know me more, etc etc., as a way of checking up on me.

Not only do I have to make a good impression on these people, but I also have to have a spotless apartment. I'm usually a neat person, but the fine details like dusting and sweeping and cleaning every nook and cranny isn't something I do.

I spent the last day scrubbing and polishing and sweeping and dusting and cleaning...now I'm worried I smell like cleanser, furniture polish, and Windex. Better than sewage I guess.

I have a few hours before they'll arrive. I'm thinking we'll only be here a short time before heading to the visitation, but then we'll do dinner (I'm NOT COOKING...Lord knows I can't take any more stress)...and chit chat for the rest of the evening. Worse yet, the funeral isn't until mid afternoon, so I have a whole morning of entertaining these guys.

I'm also dog sitting for Gal Pal, since she went to the Big City without me.

As for cool new music leader friend person...I talked to him a few times the last few days to say hey and let him know I'm thinking about his family. He seems to be holding up well considering, but it's unusual because he's an extremely emotional person. He's the one who had to stop singing at church earlier this year, because he started crying, and Sarah turned to me and said, "Can this church get any gayer?"

It may be a few days before I can post again, but you can bet I'll be blogging about the invasion of the "A GAYS"...

Till then...

Smooches,
"W"

I love God, But I Hate Jews

2007-08-10T05:44:00.000-07:00

I'm a few days late on posting about Big Brother 8's whiniest contestant. If it rains, she cries, if the sun comes out tomorrow, she cries, if you tell her she's a good friend, she cries. I'm not sure if Amber will ever shut off the waterworks.

Last night, we saw her unload on the elf-like Eric (who happens to have double nipple piercings), after swearing on her daughters life to save him, and she found out he revealed a big secret. Days earlier, after talking about how it's wrong to be greedy and lie, she lied to a contestant who was getting ready to get the boot. BOLD FACE STRAIGHT UP LIE!

Then she went off on how Jews are bad and greedy and you can tell they're a Jew by the way they talk, their last name, and their nose. Wow. God loves those who love his other children, right?

On to other things....it's been a bitch of an extra busy week at work....no less I'm traveling and outside more in the 98+degree heat.

Good thing Gal Pal and I are heading to the Big City tonight for a weekend of rest and relaxation. I do have another date with Really Cool Guy, so I'll have to let you know how that goes when I get back Sunday.

Stay cool...have a great weekend!

Smooches!
"W"

Guvernmint A$$Istance

2007-08-08T05:34:00.000-07:00

The misspellings are to 'protect my privacy'...

So I get a call yesterday at work...it's regarding that DC job I blogged about last week. Yours truly has a phone interview next week!!!

Of course, I'm super stoked about the fact that they at least want to interview me. Work this week is exceptionally bad, since the head boss is gone, and the sub boss wants to wear the big boy pants.

I spent the afternoon researching salaries for said positions, because I know they're public record.

After finding what I was looking for, my heart stopped.

Money isn't everything and it may not buy happiness, but it sure can mean the difference between eating and a really good diet.

Although I haven't been offered a job, and no one has talked $$$ just yet, I see that it would average about a $10K paycut, and a jump to a very expensive city. Cost of living here in SmallTown is pretty cheap. I'm not sure I could swing the move.

Yes, it would be the chance of a lifetime and a very cool job....but wow...I seriously might need to live in government housing or something. Which makes me wonder...is there special housing for federal workers?

My other fear is that this position is more of a stepping stone...I'm not sure I want to chance jumping jobs in the US government area...simply because it could be a tricky business.

Oh well...I have a week to cram and study about the job.

Good news, bad news...sunrise sunsets...swiftly go the years.

Laterz,
"W"

Without Prejudice

2007-08-07T05:11:00.000-07:00

It's a new program on the Game Show Network, and I find it totally fascinating.

The tag line is "You can earn $25,000 for just being yourself." The premise is that there are five contestants, eliminated round by round, and it's all decided by a separate panel of five.

The first round, the contestants simply state their name and hometown. Based on their demeanor, appearance, and sometimes geographic location, the panel eliminates one person without getting any more information.

On a recent episode, a rather scraggly haired man was the first to go. The panel members thought he might have a problem with drugs, based on his appearance and sunken in face.

In the second round, the panel listens to statements about the contestant's income, education, and employment.

Round three discusses current events and hot button issues. Immigration, Gay Marriage, Gay Adoption, Race Relations, etc. This is when the debate on the panel really heats up.

The fourth round has the contestants come out for a face to face Q & A with the panel. Then they vote for who gets the quarter mil.

On the recent episode I watched, a 22-year old girl who overcame bone cancer and only had one leg, got the money. The losing finalist was a black man who lives with his parents, works as a attorney, does a lot of charity work at work, and mentors inner city youth as a basketball coach.

Again, all very interesting dynamics and situations.

If you're bored, check it out tonight on the Game Show Network 9Eastern/8Central.

Enjoy
"W"

Happy Anniversary!

2007-08-05T20:51:00.001-07:00

Ok, so I'm two days away from the official one year anniversary of the first post on this blog, but today was the celebration for my grandparent's 65th wedding anniversary, so it's close enough.

Quick notes from the weekend and I'll recap more details later.

The date (yes I'll call it that now) on Friday went very well. The guy was a perfect gentleman. We had dinner at a great Asian place, one of my favorite's in town, and he insisted on paying. We then rode around town and chatted a bit, then came back to my place for some very indepth, getting to know you type conversation. I got a quick peck on the lips goodnight (that's his style of smooching, so I've been told, even with friends...so I didn't read anything into that).
We ended up sitting and talking for close to three hours.

Saturday, went home to see dad, helped in tobacco. Fun times...i have blisters from swinging a big knife at the base of the stalks. You have to bend and swing to cut it correctly. It's all about the rhythm. Yes, I did this in the sweltering 93 degree heat...no telling what the heat index was.

Sunday I went to church with Pops, we ate lunch, then I drove by myself to the anniversary shindig. I saw Mom there (remember the folks are 'separated')...she was kinda distant and not herself. A very strained conversation. I did get to see my sister and brother in law and we chatted a lot, but commented how hard it was to see mom and dad apart.

On my way back, I came up with a great plan. It involves the Gal Pal (it just so happens her boyfriend of 4 years lives in the same part of the Big City as my date from the other night)...so I have another date with this wonderful man Friday night...he's invited me to stay in his guest room, then we havent figured out the rest of the weekend, but it'll probably involve me seeing some of my other Big City friends.

BTW...more on the date situation later. It's just nice to meet a good clean professional guy and have dinner and be relaxed (since we already know each other)...and not worry about sex or pressure or anything. Just having fun is a really great feeling.

Later
"W"

Meltdown!

2007-08-02T05:40:00.000-07:00

So my low carb diet went out the window with a series of meltdowns. The first one wasn't so bad, but it just snowballed.

Realistically, it's not a smart choice and it's definitely not a lifestyle I can deal with.

Lewis is a genius. He suggested smaller portions of healthy choices. I just need to learn do to that. Mad Queen Bess is also my best friend too because, yeah, sugary bread products are great as well.

My meltdown let me back to caffeine. Took me awhile to realize why I was so jittery last night.

For one, I've got a friend of a friend putting in a good word for me...for a job as a staffer in DC!!! It would be a very cool opportunity. I applied yesterday (at work no less) and emailed in my resume and other information. It's a major long shot, but if you don't apply, you can't get hired.

I'm also excited because I'm off again this Friday, and a cool acquaintance of mine is coming down from the Big City. We're doing dinner and hanging out. It's definitely not a date, but something to look forward too.

Smooches kids...the week is ALMOST OVER!

"W"

I'd Kill For Some...

2007-07-31T17:46:00.000-07:00

Carbohydrates!

For the last two days, I've been on the SouthBeach Diet. Lots of green veggies and protein, which is ok, but I could live on bread alone. Cookies, cakes, pies, ice cream, ANYTHING...I'm dying for a bite.

But no. In just two days, I've lost four pounds. Three weeks ago, I gave up caffeine/sodas/junk food and had a really low fat diet, plus I upped my cardio to an hour a day, 5 days a week. I gained FOUR POUNDS....so I said fuck that!

Sad Sad Sad.

I've got a huge headache...I'm not hungry, but I'm about a nervous breakdown away from a candy bar or something. Good thing I don't have the energy to go get something bad for me.

I don't even have the energy to write a decent post.

Sorry kids.

Smooches,
"W"

What a Way to Make a Living

2007-07-30T05:51:00.000-07:00

Cue the Dolly P classic!

As of today...I'm working 9 to 5!!!

Ok, more like 8:45 to 6:15.

After finding out less than two weeks ago, that the 'project' I head up was getting cut as of last Friday, I haven't reacted well to the news. On Friday I was told I could start a more normal schedule, with less work responsibilities, but only on a trial basis for the month of August.

If staffing and productivity doesn't suffer, I can stay there, otherwise it's back to 2nd shift.

I've been sending out resume's, but it's way too early to have heard anything.

I'm still pretty miffed about all the changes. Since I'm under contract, I don't know how easy or difficult it might be to get out of it if I do get a new job offer.

I know I've been a bad, bad blogger lately, but now I *should* have more time....we'll see.

Hope everyone gets off to a great week!

"W"

What a man, what a man, what a mighty good man...

2007-07-24T20:45:00.000-07:00

En Vogue and Salt N Pepa got it right!

After a disastrous past 24 hours, I was leaving work and up jogs what has to be one of the HOTTEST men I've seen shirtless, up close and personal.

His pecs were the FINEST set of man muscle I've ever seen. A nice layer of sweat, white tight running shorts...gorgeous I tell you!

Which is a perfect segue into another D-listed copy and paste.

http://www.dlisted.com/node/13065

"There's Something About Miriam" is a UK reality dating show featuring a woman looking for love among 5 hot dudes. The thing is...well...Miriam has a thing. Yeah, a thing. You know...a dick.
Miriam doesn't wait to tell the dude she's picked until the end and then he decides whether or not he wants to continue dating her. Well, the show is coming America! Hooooooray! On October 31st you can watch dudes get a tranny surprise on the Fox Reality Channel.
This is going to be gold! They better have security around Miriam, because American douchebags are little more "aggressive" than UK douchebags.

***

Quick update as to my shitty last day.

I find out that Kevin (guy who allowed me to sleep on his couch instead of cuddling up)...wants me to fix him up with one of my friends. I told him, sure I'll eat my shame and swallow my pride and when he says no, I'll be here for you as a rebound guy. He laughed and said, "OK".

Then my friend from the Big City who was supposed to come down to visit this weekend cancelled. I've been up a dozen times to see him, and he's promised to see me here, but nooooo. He's too busy. Whatever dude.

Then the guys..Ramon and Terry...backed out of plans of going up to the Big City on the last half of the weekend to go eat at a ridiculously overpriced fondue place.

Granted I'll save some $$$...but my weekend plans were shot to shit.

No word yet on the future of my employment either.

Smooches and Such...

"W"

The Great Cam Caper

2007-07-20T07:00:00.000-07:00

Being a single/professional/homosexual in a small conservative area, it's hard to meet men. Of any kind. Even the losers are far and few between. Scratch that. There are plenty of those around here. It's just near impossible to find a fellow single/professional/homosexual with similar goals and interests.

Some people resort to porn (DVD or online), others have random hookups with skanky queens, and then there are those who enjoy a little webcam action.

*faint of heart readers need not read on*

A few weeks ago, I had finished my business and was fixing some lunch. I neglected to log out of a chat room, and came back to the PC to find an IM from a young gentleman saying "Hey! C2C? (For those not in the know...see to see or cam to cam...it's kinda only fair...i see you...you see me..etc).

I told him I was good for the day, but maybe tomorrow.

He sends me an invite to watch anyway.

*Smoke pours out my ears, my tongue drops to the floor, and my eyes bug out*

Totally hot guy...a little on the too hot for "W" scale...but very nice to look at nonetheless. Nice pecs, flat stomach, the start of a 6 pack poking through. And not so shabby from the waist down either.

Let's just say I was enticed to C2C.

Eventually he says..."show face?"

No matter how attractive or what the situation is...I hardly ever show face...just because I don't want it to show up all over the world wide web or in the local paper.

Of course, I couldn't resist.

So we showed at the same time.

DAMN! Chiseled features, beautiful eyes, a very model-type look. What is this hottie doing with me?

Side note...I know I'm not scary...but this guy was about two levels above my realm of accessibility.

After a few seconds our cams angle back lower.

We finish, add each other to the buddy list, and say our goodbyes.

Next day, I find him on....lather rinse repeat.

A few days later he says, "Ok, I have to fess up. I know who you are."

*WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!*

He says, "You don't know me, but I know some people you work with. So I can't tell you who I am. You'll just have to trust me that I will keep your secret." I was thinking oh shit!

After a few minutes of thinking, I said you are *Chris*!!!

Talk about turning the tables...he was totally floored and surprised I figured him out so quickly.

Turns out "Chris" is 'straight'. He told me "I date girls, I fuck girls, but I get fucked by guys. That's how it works."

Um yeah right. Suuuure he's str8.

Not wanting to start a war or lose a hot cam buddy, I didn't argue.

He claims he wants to 'meet up' next time he's in town visiting. I'm not so sure. I know we're not going to have coffee and a little chit chat.

At first I was totally caught up in this new found fag. Now the newness has worn off and it's like 'oh that's nice'

I actually met him a few years ago at a work Christmas party, and he beeped on my gaydar....beeped loud and proud. When I asked the Gal Pal, she was like..uh no.

Did I mention he also likes to get down on all fours and show off that way...or lean back and pull his legs up to his head???

Yeah. Str8. Whatever.

Smooches and Such...

"W"

It Could Be Worse

2007-07-19T08:04:00.000-07:00

I have a job and I'm still alive.

That's what I've been telling myself the last few days.

It doesn't do much good, but it's a reminder that it could be a lot worse...much worse.

Pink has a song from her latest album, "I'm not Dead"... with the lyrics going something like...I'm not dead...just floating.

That's exactly how I feel. I'm not dead, but just floating along. In limbo.

I had a talk with my manager yesterday. He didn't agree to my suggestion, spouting off some corporate manager type excuse. He said we need to come up with a plan for you. I reminded him he had 2-3 months to come up with a plan. Rather just saying, oh we're cutting this project, let's see what happens, I think you need to also consider how it impacts people and their lives.

It's ridiculous. Granted my work load will get lighter and I'll get a better schedule, but it's not the type of work I want to do.

And yeah that Pink song is totally about something, but whatever.

Smooches to all and to all a good night (day)

"W"

PS "Sean" is coming home from Thailand (actually by way of Korea these last few weeks)...he'll be arriving at another Big City south of my small town later tonight. Hopefully I'll catch up with him in a week or so.

D-Day

2007-07-17T09:38:00.000-07:00

I just got the email of doom. Well, first I got a voicemail and a text from two different people at work about the email.

Then I read it.

"Staff meeting today...2:00...to discuss changes that will take effect in two weeks."

I mentioned Friday I was concerned about a different shift and different job...it looks like that might happen.

I just wish they'd have the professional courtesy to tell me and the other few people it directly impacts, as opposed to a company wide announcement.

Again, I was promised a long time ago if this happens, I'll won't get fired. Let's hope.

I'll keep you guys posted.

"W"

*******************

Update....

I got a call around noon that yes, my particular work project was getting cut, and that I'd be reassigned to another shift (possibly better, but not quite the work I want to do)...tomorrow i'm meeting again with the higher ups to hopefull negotiate something for me that I actually want to do.

Later again,
:W:

Sarah Says, "I'm Back Bitches!"

2007-07-15T16:17:00.000-07:00

Ok, it's Sunday...just got back from the Big City...and I need to post Sarah Says or I'll forget!

When talking about the 'threat of lesbian gangs', Sarah says "What do they do? Ride around on motorcycles hitting people over the head with power tools and jackhammers, and then stopping to help you by pulling a first aid kit out of their fanny packs and bandaging you up and building you a new home first???"

Then we discussed names for lesbian gangs, Sarah says "How about the Angry Beavers, you know, like the cartoon?"

Last year, gay cutie couple and singing sensation Jason and Demarco gave a concert at church.

After bringing up the sexy singers, Sarah says, "I'd cash in my 401K to watch them have sex."

We talked about how a lot of people we know (both gay and straight) are breaking up lately. Sarah says, "It must be some government conspiracy, like in the music at the clubs...instead of the heavy bass going 'thump, thump thump,' it's like 'dump dump dump'.

While watching scary ass drag queens...including one who does back flips and somersaults into the splits, Sarah says, "Damn, that makes even MY balls hurt."

Another performer was doing a Missy Elliot medley and Sarah says, "This must be what hell is like...this queen doing this song over and over and over."

I forgot this classic Sarah Says moment from Bangkok. It was hot. Crotch pot hot. And wet, because of all the Songkran water fun. Pal James and Sarah have some running joke about James grabbing Sarah's vaginal area to 'steal her muffins". Due to the excessive heat and water Sarah says, "Wow, I'm really making a ton of muffins today."

And that ladies and gentlemen, is the latest edition of Sarah Says! We hung out more on Sunday than Saturday, but all the material came from Saturday. We joked and talked a lot today, however, it's all inside stuff that really doesn't translate to Sarah Says.

Hope your weekend was as good as mine.

Smooches,
"W"

Big Girls Don't Cry

2007-07-13T07:46:00.000-07:00

But "W" might...

I do like Fergie's 'new' song, and I'm getting ready to not be a big girl anymore.

The rumor mill at work is buzzing...'big changes' are coming especially on my shift. Due to some budget issues and Enron like accounting last year, those big changes would directly impact me.

My position is part of a branch off the main business, but my paycheck comes directly from the main business budget. I've been told in the past I won't lose my job if the branch 'breaks'. My only concern is that I'll have to take a paycut or demotion or get stuck on some crappy ass schedule.

I'm trying not to panic yet, but the person I need to sit down and have a heart to heart with is out today. I was planning on calling in sick anyway, so I may just do it.

I'm not overly worried about being unemployed, just the uncertainty of what's to come is a bit unnerving.

Alrighty...of course I'll let you know how it turns out.

In the meantime...celebration! I'm going to the Big City this weekend, and that means I'll see Sarah and have some Sarah Says for you next week. Hurray!

Smooches,
"W"

The Bloods, The Crips, and The MuffMunchers

2007-07-12T06:36:00.000-07:00

I don't read D-listed on a regular basis, but yesterday at work, Gal Pal came across this. Watch the video, then come back to read the rest (also from D-listed).

http://www.dlisted.com/node/12433

Last month, Bill O'Reilly did a story on a lesbian gang corrupting our youth and forcing them to commit crimes. Bill's show claimed that "hundreds" of dyke gangs were raping young girls and beating up men. After the story aired, GLAAD and other gay rights groups attacked Bill and Rod Wheeler, the man who reported on the story, for overstating the story and not giving the facts.

Bill admitted to overstating the story. Rod Wheeler also apologized. He said, "During the O’Reilly Factor segment on June 21st, while engaged in a discussion on Lesbian gangs, I inadvertently stated that gang members carry pistols that are painted pink and call themselves the “Pink Pistol Packing Group.” I was not referring to the gay rights group “Pink Pistols” who advocates for the lawful rights of gays to carry weapons for protection. Further, I mentioned that there are “over 150 of these gangs” in the greater Washington DC area. What I actually meant is that there are over 150 gangs in the Washington DC area, some of which are in fact lesbian gangs. Lastly, I mentioned in the segment that there is this “national epidemic” of lesbian gangs. A better choice of words would have been to say that there is a growing concern nationally, and especially in major urban areas, of increased gang activity, which includes some lesbian gang activity. I apologize for any misunderstanding this may have caused."
So there's not any dyke gangs?

That sucks. I was about to put in my application. I mean I could pass. Actually, I'm going to start a gay gang! We're going to spend our days watching the Golden Girls, making blended drinks, terrorizing Barney's New York, engaging in dance-offs at Splash and blasting Abba tunes wherever we go. We'll be bad ass.

****

Back to "W"

Wouldn't you think some people need to be held accountable for misinformation? Nah, not Bill O'Reily or anyone else at Faux News.

Later,
"W"

PS I'm off to run errands...hope I don't get accosted by a group of CarpetLickers.

Sour Puss

2007-07-09T08:15:00.000-07:00

Good Monday Everyone!

Today is the start of a new journey for good ole "W".

After careful thought, and rereading some of my older posts, I realized that I sound like a bitter old bitch. Complaining about this, whining about that. I can't promise that this will be completely anger free, but I need to not be a constant venter.

It really helps to have positive feedback from all my loyal readers (all five of you). Lewis, I really feel your positive energy, and admire your take life by the balls and go for a ride attitude. Dirk, I appreciate your ability to trudge along with what life throws your way and how you can make comic relief out of the worst of situations. Mad Queen Bess seems to always roll with the punches and make the best out of ruling her kingdom. Kevin, dear sweet Kevin, your one liners and quips, and the way you open my eyes to new ideas, very well done my friend.

I've used the blog to share my frustrations and fears, and I'll continue to do so, but I'll also try to sprinkle in some sugar and sunshine too.

Here's to a great week...Cheers!

"W"

PS No I did not get laid over the weekend, but had a major epiphany. Details to come.

Gone-rrhea

2007-07-05T20:44:00.000-07:00

By now you probably know I'm a huge TV junkie. Mostly reality shows. Like a car accident, train wreck, or Richard Simmons in a spandex onesie, you just have to look...if even for only a second or two.

I'm such a reality whore, it's a wonder I don't have a surreal STD.

Cue tonight's premiere of Big Brother 8!!!

Now I'm not sure which hottie was Dirk Mancuso. I think he's secretly blogging from inside the freakish Alice in Wonderland themed house.

However, leave it to the token gay to admit to having the clap, and that his ex boyfriend (also in the house...I guess there are two token gays now) gave it to him. He claims he was faithful, but I always say the guilty dog barks.

"Hello America...I have gonorrhea!"

What a way to introduce yourself to 12 other people and the rest of America.

This season of BB8 is going to be great...or not.

I usually watch for a bit...then phase out near the end.

Later,

"W"

Independence Day Eve

2007-07-03T10:22:00.001-07:00

Perhaps I'm a day early with this, but Sunday's sermon and a crazy bumper sticker covered Impala prompted this post on July 4th Eve.

By now, you've probably heard of the nice favor our president did for his pal Scooter Libby. First off, who the fuck is called Scooter? Second, if some guy named Scooter is involved politics, shouldn't we be the slightest bit concerned? What crap!

The bumper sticker moron had slogans like "Pray the Vote" and "Friends don't let friends vote Republican". I'm all for voting your conscious, but puhlease don't vote your religion. It's called separation of church and state people.

I totally know I'm preaching to the choir here, but I encourage you to speak out if engaged in a political debate that relies on using religion as what's right or wrong.

Sunday, the preacher of my progressive little southern baptist church here in the small town, reminded us Jesus he has no political agenda, and that he helped the poor, elevated women, and has unconditional love for everyone. And he also said we should interpret the Bible as Jesus said or did things.

So yes, go head on this Independence Day...if you like your freedom thank a veteran...if you like a pointless war with more than 3000 causalities and countless other wounded in action, if you like pissing off the rest of the world and making things worse with 'the terrorists', then thank the Bush administration.

And with that, I'm sure I just got put on 'the list'.

Smooches and Happy 4th to all!

"W"

It's Your Lucky Day!

2007-07-02T07:10:00.000-07:00

This Saturday, July 7th, thousands of couples will tie the knot in hopes of using 07-07-07 as a lucky start to their new lives together. The cynic in me wants to remind them that one out of every three marriages end in divorce, and ask them if they still want to play the numbers game.

Saturday, I traveled to Kentucky to visit the family. We all met for lunch, which was fine. Dad drove an hour, Em drove an hour, I drove 3.5, and met at Mom's new apartment.

A few weeks back, I blogged about how Mom and Dad were separating (not divorcing). They seem to be doing fine. Dad is retired, but recently got a job as an farm inspector and that keeps him pretty busy. It's still very odd to act like nothing is wrong or nothing has changed. It really kinda freaked my sister and me out. Perhaps this will just be a phase like last time, although Mom says she's not moving back in with Dad. She wants him to move and live with her, but there's no way he can give up the farm. Personally I'm not sure even if he could, he should move. He lets her do everything she wants anyway, so giving in once more probably wouldn't help.

The rest of the weekend was pretty fun. More hottub relaxation...oh and a friend came in town to visit. He was str8 when I knew him, and came out after he moved away. Crazy times!

I'm working the next 6 days, but I'm wishing you and yours a great 4th of July holiday week.

Smooches.
"W"

Happy 21st!

2007-06-29T09:15:00.001-07:00

Last night, I had the opportunity to help celebrate the 21-st birthday of part-time co-worker. Let me tell you how old I felt.

The poor kid doesn't really drink. He kept commenting on how OLD so and so is. So and so...is 26!

I wanted to take back my blow job. Uh, shot that is. Actually I don't remember what I bought him, but I ordered a buttery nipple. One of the few times I enjoy a sweet tasting woman-part. After one shot and one martini...it was approaching midnight and my ass needed to be in bed.

I left shortly after, as birthday boy was slugging back shot number 10, still nursing his first rum and coke.

I must leave you know and go take my Geritol!

Hope you have a fabulous weekend.

Smooches and a big gay hug!
"W"

The Office

2007-06-27T20:55:00.000-07:00

Unlike the cult hit on NBC, my office doesn't provide me with comic relief. Especially lately.

I'm tempted to call in sick, since the scheduler apparently thinks it's ok to allow EVERYONE to have off the same two weeks for vacation. It's not that I don't mind helping out when others are gone, but it's the fact no one else seems to want to pitch in and help out.

Sorry for the lame post and random vent...but I'm just pissed and bitter and over it all.

Smooches...the week is half over.

"W"

Swimming Pools, Movie Stars

2007-06-25T09:15:00.000-07:00

How about hot tubs under the stars?

All in all, a pretty relaxing weekend.

Saturday - hit the gym, met the Gal Pal for lunch, made an appearance at a local fundraiser, came home, took a nap, went to eat with Ramon and Terry, and ran into a co-worker while at dinner. It was his birthday. He was eating alone, said he went to a movie and looked at Harley's. In my bleeding heart mentality, I gave him a call later and said let's meet for a drink. We met another coworker and enjoyed a few rounds of beers. I felt so butch! Tons of hot (but str8) guys at this quaint little outdoor/deck bar. Great atmosphere, except for the mosquitoes. Unfortunately, they were the only things biting, but the eye candy was nice enough.

Sunday, I decided I needed some new underwear and made a trip to the GAP outlet. Of course I saw three shirts "I had to have", and added those to my purchases.

After months of talk, Ramon and Terry finally got a hottub. A late afternoon/early evening rain shower cooled things off considerably. So the guys grilled out, invited me over, and relaxed in the hottub. We also watched Reno 911: Miami in between hottub cycles. It was pretty funny!

I'm starting a new eating program (i hate the word diet), so I'll keep you posted on how that's going.

Smooches & Have a Great Week!

"W"

I'm Not Proud I'm Missing Pride

2007-06-22T09:29:00.000-07:00

I'm also not proud it's been a week since I last blogged. I'm such a slacker. Lately, I haven't been in the mood to do anything. I've skipped on the gym a lot, I've been eating everything I can get my hands on...I'm blaming it all on the heat/humidity. I know you all probably hate me (well those of you still out there reading).

Due to lack of funding, I'm not going to the Big City this weekend as planned for Pride. I've never been to any pride celebration, so I don't know what (if anything) I'm missing. To quote from an episode of Will and Grace I saw this morning, "It'll just be thousands of guys in lycra tops going "hey girlfriend"". I was also watching the Biggest Loser on Bravo, and heard the song that you're about to listen to in the following clip.

A great friend of mine put this video together for a Pride Kickoff Planning Event (or something like that) back in February. It's incredible!

Enjoy it and enjoy your weekend.

"W"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GibNmkTna0Y

Awe Nuts!

2007-06-15T07:52:00.000-07:00

I'm not one to take advantage of other's misfortune (yeah right, I do it for a living).

Take a look at this!

Now at first glance, the gentleman on the left is getting ready to stick his hands down the guys shorts.

Perhaps it's the start of a homo-erotic photo essay? Shush, he doesn't know he's gay yet.

Actually it's a trainer tending to the poor 'nads of French tennis player Marc Gicquel.

Here's the yahoo sports photo caption "Frenchman Marc Gicquel gets treatment from a doctor after he received a serve, travelling at 208 kilometres per hour, in the testicles during the fourth day of the Halle ATP tennis tournament, 14 June 2007 at the Gerry-Weber Tournament in Halle, western Germany. Gicquel continued his second-round tie against German Benjamin Becker after treatment. " FYI, 208 km is like 130 miles an hour. YIKES! Perhaps he needs some extra special TLC.

How odd for the trainer to have to tend to those testicles. Double Yikes! And no, tennis players usually just wear a jock and not a cup.

And who says tennis is for wimps?

Later,

"W"

Stolen from the Desk of....

2007-06-12T20:40:00.000-07:00

Dirk Mancuso! I'll steal a blog post idea

From: The Desk of "W"
To: Carrie Underwood.

Dear Ms. Underwood,

I'm not a legal professional, but I do think singing about vandalizing a cheatin' no good sum bitch's vehicle is not wise. I'm not sure which state the key digging, tire flattening, souped up truck took place in, but I do think you could be charged with a misdemeanor.

PS Carving your name is pretty obvious, so next time you might think of using your keys to scratch out something more creative like "I Suck Cock" or "My Vagina Smells Worse Than My Breath"

From: The Desk of "W"
To: An Arrogant Co-Worker

Dear Arrogant Co-Worker,

Please realize you are not the only person at the office who works. There are others who make sure the ship keeps sailing, no thanks to your shitty efforts. I'm not sure if it's your small penis or your annoying lisp, but you've definitely got a chip on your shoulder. And while you're at it, lower the volume a bit, we're not hard of hearing. One more thing, your back must be pretty fucking sore from all the patting yourself there you do.

PS Get off the cross buddy, we need the wood! (to borrow a quote from Sordid Lives)

From: The Desk of "W"
To: All the Hot Guys at the Gym

Please understand that your repeated stares send mixed messages. If you are interested, say so. If you are not, go grab some woman's boobs to let me know. I'm tired of playing the 'check-me-out-check you out game'. I do not go into the locker room, because I have no need. If you want to shower together, please call me or make a suggestion while I'm on the treadmill. I will promptly make arrangements to use my home shower.

PS If you ask nicely, I'd consider showering with you at the gym. A friend of mine (and current reader) recommends the last stall.

This Post Doesn't Have a Title

2007-06-11T08:41:00.000-07:00

Ah it's Monday again. After three days off work, I'm refreshed and ready to get back to the office. Yeah right! I'm already looking forward to Friday now.

A quick update to my last post, which could have been called "Did I Shave My Balls for This?" An homage to Deana Carter's "Did I Shave My Legs for This?" I don't listen to country music, I swear, but it just seemed appropriate.

Late Saturday night, I get a text from Kevin saying "I had a great time, let's do it again, this time in your town."

The message helped lift my pissy mood, but I think I want to have the "is this just a friends hanging out thing or what" talk.

Oh, Big 'Mo Moment Alert! Tomorrow night (I'm pretty sure) you can catch my all time favorite episode of Will & Grace. "Von Trapped" features the gang at a Sound of Music Singalong and hilarity ensues. Check it on Lifetime (TV for women and gay men) at 11 Eastern/10 Central.

Later and stuff...

"W"

Three Strikes

2007-06-09T16:55:00.000-07:00

Having worked the Memorial Day holiday and the Sunday before, I accumulated some paid time off. In fact, I'll enjoy three Friday's in a row away from work. Yesterday, I went up to the Big City to hang out with a new acquaintance, Kevin. He works in the same business I do, we've chatted since January, and hung out a couple of times in between.

I arrive, we go to lunch, he pays, and we head to the state Botanical Gardens. We spend an hour strolling around admiring the plants and flowers, chatting about this and that. It's all very comfortable and nice.

Later that evening, we meet up with some of my friends from the gay church for a 'group outing' (no pun intended) at a bowling alley. My first thought was...Friday night bowling...hmm...how redneck is this? And how many of us will get harassed?

My fears were swept aside as the bowling alley wasn't crowded and we pretty much had the place to ourselves.

Let me just say. 10 gay men and one lesbian bowling...talk about comedy! There was so much swishing going on as we approached the lane, I think the shear force of the wind knocked at least 2-3 pins over each time!!!

I started off well. First frame, strike. Second frame, strike. Third frame, strike.

*We interrupt this post for a special report...*

I've never bowled back to back strikes. Until March of this year, I hadn't bowled in at least 8-9, maybe 10 years.

*Now back to our regular scheduled post...*

So on the fourth frame, I'm thinking, ok this is it...and I bowled a spare. In all, I scored a 175...far better than my personal best of 130 set back on April 5, 1994. I remember because it was my 16th birthday.

The second game, I didn't do as well scoring in the 120's...I don't remember.

During the bowling, Kevin seemed to be having a great time, but we didn't really chat much. We both were talking to everyone else around us. After stopping for frozen custard and some fast food, we went back to his apt. The plan was for me to stay there, and that's what happened. I guess I was just expecting something more...or at least for him to offer to sleep in his bed. WRONG! I spent the night on the couch.

Not that was a problem, but it was disappointing. I wasn't hoping to get lucky...but it's been sooo long let me tell you, I think they've changed how you do it. Even a good night kiss would have suited me just fine.

This morning I could tell he was a bit antsy about something, so I took the cue and excused myself before he went to work.

His dog really liked me though. Not that dog....the one with four legs and a tail.

I woke up this morning feeling blah...almost depressed. I'm trying to snap out of it, but nothing's really wrong to fix, so I dunno what's up.

I did go visit my friend Sean and we tanned poolside for a bit, then I came on home, rather than staying another night with Sean and going to church Sunday.

Sarah was out of town, so we missed a chance for more Sarah Says.

Smooches and Best Wishes to Everyone...

"W"

This has nothing to do with you, and it doesn't change our love for you in any way...

2007-06-06T06:17:00.000-07:00

You'd think after 35+ years of marriage, a man and woman would be able to make it 'until death do us part,'...but noooooo.

On Monday, Mom called to let me know she was moving out to be closer to take care of my grandparents, who are in poor health.

Bam!

Just like someone smacked me upside the face.

She explained she was not getting a divorce, but needed to get away from 'home'. Mom and Pops live waaay out in the country...very few neighbors. Plus she works from home, so she's there all the time. I can see how it gets monotonous. However, 9 years ago when they moved there, she knew all that.

Of course it's easy for me to fault her, but Dad is such a great guy. He never cheated, abused, or did anything to make life unpleasant for Mom. In fact, he walks on eggshells just to keep her happy.

Mom tells me they'll keep a joint checking account and stay on his insurance. Which I replied, "that doesn't seem fair." She also said they'll still talk and see each other, just not live together. I didn't want to ask how long this will last.

It's not the first time she's done this. Exactly three years ago this week, she up and moved out too. A month prior to that episode, she had a hysterectomy and didn't go on hormone replacement therapy. She's always been a little out of whack, and took medicine to help her balance out. She called me at work and asked me to take off the next day to come move her. I refused. That set off a few weeks of unpleasantry. It only took a few more weeks before she and dad started talking again and began the process of patching things up. A few months later, she moved back home.

I know it must be tough for small kids to go through a divorce or separation, but what about adults. At this point, it just seems silly.

As my sister put it in an email Monday...and I quote..."In just one month, I lost Zach, I lost another baby, and now I lost my parents...again! I'm not sure how much more I can take."

I reminded Mom too that Em is in a fragile state right now, and that she should think of others before she makes any major decisions.

Of course all this complicates things for when I come home to visit. I have to make three stops....one to see Mom...drive another hour to see Pops...then another hour to see Em. It's CRAZY!

"W"

Body Pimp

2007-06-04T05:34:00.001-07:00

As you all know, my latest addiction is going to Body Pump class at the gym. Oddly enough, you can't really tell, because I've been eating more too and just might be mistaken for something floating along during the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Saturday I was setting up for Gal Pal and another co-worker, when I happened to notice a hot, tasty new face in the back. After closer inspection, it wasn't a new face at all! It was the yummy soccer coach at the local Catholic high school. I'd met him out before a few times and never got a vibe...not even a little blip on the ole gaydar.

Due to positioning, I couldn't exactly stare at him or get a good look, but everytime we stretched I made sure to sneak a peek. At one point, his shirt came up, revealing a tight and smooth chest, with just a bit of a treasure trail snaking downward.

When it was time to put our step and risers away, I made sure to return them right behind Hot Soccer Coach. He bent over, the outline of his sport briefs pressing through his soccer shorts. Double yum! As Sarah would say "I think I creamed my panties!" Seriously.

Jerry, my hair stylist, also cuts Hot Soccer Coach's hair and can't figure him out. He did say he's always very gay friendly acting, and even talks about looking out for any gay students to make sure they're not harassed or anything. A former student asked him recently, "Mr. V, have you come out of the closet yet?" He said he told her, "No, not yet."

Even if he's as straight as they come...it's still a nice fantasy.

"W"

Smells Like Teen Spirit

2007-06-01T20:06:00.000-07:00

As one of my all time favorite Tori Amos cover, "Smells Like Teen Sprit" is such a calming and mellow sounding rendition of the Nirvana classic.

I'm about out of cologne. I have "Delicious" from DKNY and some version from Hollister.

So...I would like to put out a call to what's your favorite male fragrance...let me know what smells good. I'll go out in the next few weeks and sample your suggestions.

Thanks for the input!

"W"

"We're not all into pastels and showtunes..."

2007-05-31T07:39:00.000-07:00

That's the line a friend from elementary school wrote me when he came out...in a letter...in 11th grade.

Wow.

Flashfoward about 12 years.

I'm sitting in a bar in the Big City. Tons of gays, sprinkle in a two lesbians, a handfull of fag hags, mix in a little Liza, Judy, Bette, and Julie...and viola...it's SHOWTUNES TUESDAY!!!

Tuesday evening, I went up to the BC to help celebrate Thom's birthday (we dated last fall). I had a blast, saw a ton of people I knew, and kicked back a few vanilla vodka and cokes.

However, I felt like I needed to turn in my gay card. Wicked...Dream Girls...Mommy Dearest...Les Mis...out of the loop! I could barely sing along to 16 going on 17 from Sound of Music. With a crowd of drunken gay men belting out showtunes...classics and more recent movies...I was lost in a sea of singing sissies. No, I take that back...when you have big burly, muscle bound men singing along...it's priceless.

Then I got to thinking...every Tuesday, a crowd of men get together for this. Wow! It was fun for a night...but not like all the time. Really to me, it's the same with any other bar/club/etc. I prefer a simple, quiet life...with some occasional wild and crazy fun mixed in. At least that's my justification. I've said it before, and Sheryl Crow sang about it..."If it makes you happy..."

Alrighty...I promise to be more diligent about blogging.

I'm back (again).

"W"

"W": The Musical

2007-05-23T09:20:00.000-07:00

I love me some good tunes. If I go bankrupt, it'll be because of iTunes.

Some of my current favs on the radio (and I'm not a huge Nickleback fan), but I love If Everyone Cared...Say it Right - Nelly Furtado and Give it to Me Nelly F, Justin Timberlake, and Timbaland. The new Maroon Five (Makes Me Wonder) is already WAY overplayed...but I still like it for now.

This morning in cycling, the instructor (who's a little too peppy and not 'mean' enough) apologized because all the songs were 'women' songs. I said, 'honey this is the best track list you've had in the last 8 months.

She had...

"Strong Enough- Cher"
"That Thing - Lauren Hill"
"I love the Nightlife - Alicia Bridges"
"Trouble in my town - Pink"
"Yeah - Usher"

I can't remember the rest...but it was very woman power (for the most part). And by woman power I mean gay man power.

So my question to you, what are some of your current favorite songs, and some oldies but goodies from the past?

Discuss.

"W"

Doggie Style

2007-05-22T06:57:00.000-07:00

This week I'm dog sitting. Sort of.

Friends Ramon and Terry are heading to the beach (lucky bitches!), so I'm taking care of their bitch they left behind. Actually I'm taking care of their dog, cat, and fish. I'm not allowed to have pets (not since those pictures made it into the local paper), so I'm just going over to their house a couple times a day to check on the animals and water them . Well, not the fish. They all have self feeders, so my work is pretty easy.

Now I'm just nervous the dog will jump the backyard fence, the cats will run out into the street when I open the door, and the fish will jump out of the tank and attack me.

Ok, short and sweet today.

Take care and don't forget to come up with some questions!

"W"

No Jews For You!

2007-05-20T19:48:00.000-07:00

Hey all...

I skipped out on the Jewish-Methodist wedding...much to my disappointment. I left my camera at home. Ok that's not the reason.

I'm pretty sure I blogged about this a few weeks ago. My sister Em, found out she was pregnant, and had never been able to get pregnant until now. That's why she and the hubby were foster parents and going the adoption route.

Unfortunately, last week wasn't so good for the baby. Em started spotting and immediately called the doctor. Sometimes that's normal, or happens and everything turns out fine. When she went in for a checkup, the doctor told her the baby was 9 weeks along, but only developed up to 6 weeks. Technically she had a miscarriage. I don't understand it all, but as of tonight (Sunday), she still has the baby in her. We all went out to eat last night and talked and I played comedian (anne) and kept everyone laughing and having an enjoyable time.

So this morning I decided to skip out on the wedding and come back home. I really wasn't looking forward to a five hour drive from KY right into work Monday anyway.

The good news is that Em can get pregnant...hopefully it'll happen again. The bad news is she lost two children in less than a month, because of that stupid judge's ruling.

She's a trooper. I honestly don't understand how she can be so incredibly strong in this difficult time.

Switching gears. I was recently chastised by Dirk for not putting an email up. Well I did on the initial "ask W" post. Now I've setup a new account so please mail to...

daysofoursordidlives@gmail.com

Let the questioning begin!

"W"

Gas Pains

2007-05-18T20:16:00.000-07:00

Ok...

Totally lame post but...

I haven't posted in a few days...

Gas prices are crazy! Here, there, everywhere.

However, I'm told my neck of the woods has some of the cheapest gas in the country. When I put in $50 dollars worth...I about stroked out. It' $3.08 here...for regular unleaded. Of course, I'll be filling up at least twice more for my wedding trip to Lexington.

After passing on the $500 mixer and 100 place settings...I ended up with a set of wine glasses at $30. They say white wine on the box, but are bigger and look more like red wine glasses. I'm no wine expert. In fact, I'll drink it out of just about anything, including a plastic cup. Ghetto Fabulous is my middle name.

I PROMISE no more lame posts...but I felt guilty.

Oh...and if your name is Mad Queen Bess...i'll allow 2-3 questions. Heck, I'll allow up to five questions per person, so you don't have to think so hard.

Smooches,
"W"

Calling all Readers

2007-05-15T20:30:00.000-07:00

Hey...this is a shout out to the faithful few...

Thanks for reading and being loyal and stuff.

NO I'm not quitting...although my recent post drought might be convincing otherwise.

I'm just remind you friendly folk to email away any questions...any topic...etc etc. Or else I'll be forced to makeup fake questions and people...but I'll give real answers don't worry.

Later,
"W"